#my papa isn't doing too well so I just wanted to share :'D

[dootznbootz]

The dumb and sweet story about my Papa

To get around the "Don't drink and drive" in my area back in the day, a lot of people would ride horses to the bars and back home. There was even a "horse parking lot". Horses remembered their way home from town as it was common to go back and forth even when not going barhopping.

This is incredibly dangerous and don't EVER do this but a lot of folks would get drunk and then hop up on their horse and go home that way. Sometimes needing to have their buddies toss them up on their horse, (sometimes having a rope to tie them on. Again very fucking dangerous.) and the horse would usually go back home from memory. Horses want their food and their friends. Ofc, some horses were naughty but this is just what my Papa (grandpa) told me. People usually would plan it out where "Hey, I'm going to get sloshed tonight, can you pull me off of Butch and take me into the house?"

My Papa didn't do this often (his brother did it more) but this is the one story with my grandma.

One late afternoon, my grandma came home from chores to see my Papa on his big, buckskin gelding, Butch, wearing nice clothes, and having a mess of flowers in his lap but swaying. He was drunk. My grandma was so mad at him as "WTF ARE YOU DOING HERE? And why are you drunk?!"

He was slurring and she needed her sister to help her carry him into the house where they tossed him on their couch. She was getting him water and thankfully her parents were pretty chill and let him stay. She was scolding him when he suddenly grabbed her arm and asked "Marry me?". She said "Yeah, sure, whatever. Hold still" and he just flopped back on the couch. She didn't think anything of it as he was drunk.

Ofc, when he woke up he was hungover. But he was still really happy and was telling my grandma that he thinks they should have their wedding in this church as they're more relaxed, that they'll plan a date around the harvest, that he's been fighting his mom for his grandma's ring (My papa and grandma were from different wealth and social classes and his family did NOT like her.) My grandma was confused af. Where did this come from?

"You said yes? I asked you to marry me and you said yes?"

My Papa is a quiet man (sounds like he was incredibly shy in his youth too) and apparently was so nervous about asking my grandma to marry him that he needed "liquid courage" before he went to see her but had too much. :')

He wanted to give her a romantic "prince on horseback". He had flowers too but they fell out of his lap. Apparently, they found a lot of them on the side of their road on the way to her house. While my grandma was a little mad at him, she says how she should've known as she's always been the "talker" between the two of them. They've been together for around 62 years and are still loving.

Side story: I mentioned how my papa's brother did the whole "Ride a horse home when very drunk" often. My Papa was often the guy who would stay up late til he got back... Sometimes my Papa would be mad at him and just toss him into the wheelbarrow that had the mucked-up straw to sleep and then just took care of Butch before heading back into the house. 🤷

[luvfy0dor]

Henlo

You know who it is, we all know, henlo

I feel like I’ve been here a lot recently

Just starting off with saying I loved the Dazai piece. It was really cute. Dad Dazai trying his best, made my heart melty

But I think you know why I’m here today

On this day

Honestly the day doesn’t entirely matter but I’m here on THIS one

With the dad Fyodor thought I promised

Cuz here I was thinking to myself. I feel like Fyodor definitely wants his child or children having some connection to Russian culture, since that’s a part of them too, regardless of their other parent’s nationality or background, he definitely wants his included. (Tho his partner could totally do the same)

So I was wondering, would you like a piece of him either teaching his children Russian or making Russian food for them? Or really sharing any Russian cultural thing with them at all. Honestly whatever one is easier for you to write or go into detail with, they’re all equally cute.

Cuz if his child or children develop a connection to that, I feel like that would make him a lot happier than maybe he would fully show.

I hope this ask sparks the creative brain juices in a fun way

Also considering sending a Halloween themed request at some point idk… oh but who knows!We’re here rn and having fun with this, that’s all we need at the moment

Also real glad you enjoy my messages lol. I will absolutely keep sending. Take as long as you need

-the person here attempting to give everyone baby fever because it’s funny

This blog’s Dad Fyodor anon

"da!" - Dad!Fyodor x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; Google translate Russian, not much reader involvement, very minimal proofreading happened

Description; Dad!Fyodor teaching his child about Russian culture! It incorporates ideas from the first dad!Fyodor part.

A/n; YESYESYES I one hundred percent agree, I think about this on the regular OMG I hope I depicted this well bc my knowledge on Russia isn't all that extensive lol, if you have any corrections, do tell me!! : ) Also I'm gonna be so fr I had NO idea what to name this so we're rolling with da I guess.............

Headcannons !! ༊*·˚

★ He teaches his child/children classical Russian music when they're old enough to play more difficult pieces. Until then, he'll settle for twinkle twinkle little star.

★ Introduces his children to ballet.

★ His children have a variety of Russian-originating toys, such as Matryoshka/Russian nesting dolls, rocking horses etc.

★ Brings his children to Russia at least once, specifically to Moscow (irl Dostoevsky was raised in Moscow, so we're gonna assume BSD Dostoevsky was too) to experience the culture first hand.

★ Teaches his children the foundations of the Russian language. He would like them to fluently speak it one day, though.

★ Cooks Russian food for them like I mentioned and included in the first part.

★ They learn about Russian history from their father, anywhere from Peter the Great to fur trade and all that jazz

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

(as always, p/t is parental title, d/n is daughters name)

Your head leaned against your fist while you watched your husband and daughter focus on their current activity. D/n carefully picked the colors and pigments she would use to color in the white spaces on her paper, and Fyodor just tried to keep things inside the lines. You could see the little girls tongue slightly sticking out from between her lips in concentration, making you smile.

Your daughter went to pick her next color, chosing a pink crayon to fill in the nose of the cat. "Papa, what'd you say your hat was called again? The one you always wear." She clarifies, even though there was really only one hat that Fyodor would wear at all. His eyes don't leave his thin paper as he replies, "A ushanka, and it's from Russia, malyshka." He answered, pushing some of his hair out of his face and behind his ear. "Russia." She says, the sound not unfamiliar, but not common to her either. "Where's that?" She tilts her head upwards, putting her crayon down to signify her attention on her papa. He puts his down too and rests his arms on top of one another.

"Quite far, but it is in both Asia and Europe. That's how big it is, it stretches over two continents." He says, a smile on his face. Her eyes widen a little. "That is really big. Have you been there before?" Her head tilts and she shifts a bit in her seat. "I grew up there, in the city of Moscow." He says, happy with her clear interest in his motherland.

"We should go there for a vacation one day!" She says, a grin on her face. He laughs a little bit and nods. "I agree, we definetly should." He agrees, fantasizing about it in his head. "Is that why you talk like that?" She questions her fathers accent, skittering around the table and climbing onto his lap. He smiles gently and nods. "Yes, it's called an accent, malyshka. I learned English, but Russian is my mother tongue. There are a lot of different pronunciations for certain sounds in Russian." He tells her, his hands fidgeting with the young girls hair. He parts it into three sections and starts to braid it.

"Is everything different there?" Fyodor hums, thinking as he weaves her hair into a gorgeous French braid. "Well, it definitely very different, but I don't think I would say everything." He says. "There are more historical differences than anything, if I do say so myself." She hums in understanding. "Papa, can you teach me some Russian?" She asks, turning her head to look at him with puppy dog eyes, even though she really didn't need them. He smiled and nodded.

"What should I teach you?" He softly questions, looking into the young girls eyes. She thinks for a moment, tapping her pointer finger on her chin. "I don't know! Whatever you want." She says, just excited to hear another language. He chuckles softly. "я не знаю, что тебе сказать" (I don't know what to tell you) he responds, a small grin on his face. Her eyes widen, almost as if she never believed he could speak a different language. You giggle a bit at her reaction.

"What does that mean?!" She excitedly asks, her mind seemingly blown over this. "It simply means I don't know what to tell you." He speaks. "But I can tell you the simple stuff. Like 'да' means yes and 'нет' means no. Hello is 'привет' and goodbye is 'до свидания'."

The young girl takes a mental note of these words. "привет, papa! I think I said that right." She says. You proudly watch the scene go down. Fyodor gives you a similarly prideful smile. "Yes, you did wonderful, malyshka." He praises her, patting her shoulder. "I'll have to teach you more one day." She nods vigorously, very obviously wanting him to. "Yes! And then we can have secret conversations, no one else will know what we're saying!" She snickers, making him smile.

A/n; I hope this is alright!! I loved this request a whole lot. Oh, also, feel free to send in that Halloween request even though it's November now lol

"Oh, ofcourse. That will probably be rather far in the future, though." He says, removing her from his lap and gently patting her back. "That's okay. If I learn more I'll know more words." She states the obvious. "And I'm gonna learn from the best russian ever." She beams, making Fyodor grin. "That's right, sweetheart."

[restinslices]

This one's majorly because I want your funny take on it bc my mind can't decide LMAO. Could I request LKBS when their daughter or kid is being flirted with/asked out. I majorly think Bi-Han would tweak tf out but pretend he isn't buuut- I'm here for your take on it!

My bad for the wait anon. I've been sick for over a week and I was tryna wait for it to pass but it's still here sooo imma stop waiting and thug it out. My body hates me. I'm typing this on my phone and tumblr is so glitchy on here. Imma start biting my walls-

Bi-Han is for sure tweaking on the inside

It's not even just the fact that his daughter is being flirted with. It's the fact that this is happening IN FRONT of him

That gif is what he wants to do

Now do I think Bi-Han is like "oh my little girl can NEVER date?

No.

Do I think that he thinks dating shouldn't be their priority?

Yes.

She should focus on other things he deems important before getting distracted and dating

Bi-Han would just be standing there like the Hash Slinging Slasher while this rando is flirting with his daughter

If she starts flirting back, which she probably would, I could legit see him walking over and making his presence known

The poor teenagers-

"Bàba this is Dylan" "Hi Mr-"

Bi-Han grabs his daughter by the top of the head and starts walking away

It doesn't hurt. He just has a very firm hold and is like "we're going this way"

The absolute audacity to flirt in front of him? What happened to respect? Decorum?

Back in his day, he would NEVER do such a thing in front of his father. And he let that bitch die.

"Hey! Why did you do that?" "That boy is no good for you" "You don't even know him!" "Look at his arms. They're skinny. He can't protect you. He'd be dead weight"

Wow. I always love our talks Bi-Han :D

I don't think Kuai Liang would start tweaking, but I think he shares the same views as Bi-Han

There's just certain things he thinks is inappropriate to do in front of parents

And by "in front of parents" these two mean "in the same area". Doesn't matter if they're on the other side of the room

"Harumi, who is that boy?" "That's Dylan! Him and (name) are rather close" "Oh so she told you about Dylan but not me?

I don't think he necessarily wants to pull her away, but he would wanna make his presence known

Y'all know how some dads are with their daughters. She's his Princess and the thought of her growing up tugs at their heart

He wants to go over and stop the whole scene but Harumi tells him no

So instead he pretends he's not staring but definitely is

This mf has the most intense gaze as he's watching them. Harumi got a tight grip on him. She needs a damn leash

At some point his daughter and Dylan (idk why this name is sticking-) look over

He's just standing there... menacingly!

"Um, Dylan, I gotta go. I don't think my dad is happy"

Meanwhile "See what you did?" "I'm just standing here"

Exactly. You're just standing there and being a creeper

If this mf dies in Khaos Reigns, y'all are never seeing me again

Moving on-

I'm not exactly sure how Tomas would react

On one hand, he's grown up with Kuai Liang and Bi-Han, so he probably shares some of the same ideas and mentality

On the other hand, I just don't see him having a strong reaction

He prefers if this wasn't happening in front of him, but he kinda knows that teens don't be thinking fr

One thing's for certain though, he better not see SHIT become physical over there

No shoulder touching, no hand touching, no kissing, no hugging for too long-

It's just a bit too much

Tries to act like he's doing other shit but his eyes keep darting

Like bitch you're never pretending to be counting leaves. Didn't think this through, did you?

I can imagine his daughter looking over and being like "Hey papa! What are you doing?

"Nothing. Me? Haha... just hanging around"

"Would you like to meet Dylan?" "Well if you insist"

Actually talks to Dylan

Yay!

[eluxcastar]

Hi there, how are you? Could I request Pierro and the Little One on each other birthdays? This could a headcanon thing or a short story thing, I don’t mind!

I’m rather new to tumblr and haven’t had many interactions with others, so I’m not well acquainted yet with the culture, so if there’s like an unwritten rule I broke (I’ve read through your written rules dw) I hope you’ll pardon me!

I won’t bother you more than I have to, have a nice day you! :D

-Greenhorn anon

Papa Pierro on baby's birthday

── ୨୧：pierro & reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: birthdays are special for most little kids, and you are certainly no exception to that, even when it isn't your own birthday.

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, child reader, someone take cake away from this kid, not proofread because I'm allergic

୨୧﹑words :: 1390

ok first of all this is adorable second of all you're fine bb cause if you broke any unwritten rules I sure don't know em and third of all not one of you motherfuckers have a dad /j

I'm kidding I'm kidding but if I actually did my requests in order this would be the fourth papa pierro part do y'all want me to put them all in one place for you to find easily or something if I make more

all papa pierro posts

 your birthday is always a special day of the year, the days leading up to it are lonely and you sit around wondering if your beloved papa will really be home for your birthday, because he's always ridiculously busy around that time of year specifically for some reason.

without fail, Pierro is always home on your birthday for you to wake up to him and spend the entire day with him, as little do you realise he spends the days leading up to your birthday working overtime in order to clear enough of his workload in advance to take the whole day off to spend with you. he doesn't share this with you solely as he doesn't see the point in it, he knows that regardless of if he has to spend many long nights with you left in the care of a babysitter the year he leaves you alone on your birthday is the day he spends it in the afterlife because nothing is stopping this man from making it home for your birthday let alone paperwork and a few minor incidents that needed his attention. nobody causes trouble unless they're so far outside of Pierro's jurisdiction that they don't risk facing that kind of wrath.

however, back with you Pierro is returned to simply being your Father, with absolutely zero responsibilities and cares aside from making sure you have fun and get to eat all the cake you want so you can go to bed sick and complaining of a tummy ache.

obviously the sore stomach you get out of it is not ideal, though you coming to him arms grabbing at the air to be picked up is a plus side of that as it means you usually are about ready to settle down and just cuddle on the couch for a while.

sometimes you find some restraint, to maybe save some cake to take to school with you and maybe even share, but you've barely gotten to the part where you don't eat half of it yourself and try to feed the other half to him so sharing with other people is a bit of a silly pipe dream. obviously he doesn't eat that other half of the cake but in his absence you certainly will within another day or two, thankfully the first time he figured that out he then made sure to get a smaller cake to save you from sugar overdose.

like a kid at Christmas he leaves all your presents out for you, usually collected the previous days from your school friends or from other Harbingers or fatuus who gave them to Pierro to forward to you, often your former and current babysitters or those you meet in the course of being babysat who pick up little trinkets for you to enjoy, including old objects you find interest in in Pulcinella's quarters or Tartaglia's interesting idea of 'toys' like that one time he got his hands on the staff of an abyss made having seen your plush toy more times than one.

you treasured that one too much for it to go to the pile of questionable presents which were mysteriously lost.

also never in the pile though to his slight dismay at the sheer amount of them you managed to gather over the years is Sandrone's handmade presents — usually toys or dolls. her skill makes her like the cool aunt of your birthday. on the same side of things you treasure your most interesting presents come from Scaramouche who finds you fairly harmless objects during his trips to the abyss which he's sure considering your possibly natural infatuation with it that you'll enjoy them.

this also so happens to be your struggle on Pierro's birthday as many will give him courteous gifts but not put a whole lot of thought into it until you come knocking, using one of the many days you're inevitably being babysat in order to find and harass one of his attendants into taking you out under the guise of you wanting food and her not having time nor ingredients to make it for you. your trips to the market are usually fine like this as you find something you're very convinced your Papa will like.

regardless of what it is, his attendant still accompanying you knows he will, not necessarily because it was something Pierro needed or particularly wanted but because it was your little hands that gave it to him with a big smile and a happy birthday.

truthfully he ordinarily would probably never spare a second glance at the gift you got him, because it's not exactly high on his list of wants. he knows about your little adventures getting it, and from watching you pick out other gifts that you do have at least some method to your little spell of madness, so you must've put thought into it. but what makes it different from some random item is that you gifted it to him, and that along takes that from useless junk to a priceless treasure.

his birthdays are not as important to him, though you spend some of the day home together. you eat a nice warm meal and give him the present which you surely spent a lot of time on picking as he's very thankful for it, and he likes it a lot. it's enough to make you quite proud of yourself for your gift picking skills. there's no cake, though you both may go out and buy a single slice of cake each to eat. if he lets you have too much cake more than once a year you may develop too much of a sweet tooth.

the only reason he celebrates at all is because you still get excited about his birthday, not yet quite understanding that he's celebrated so many of them that he's not exactly thrilled by them anymore, but maybe you being there in recent years made things different and he makes it the one time of year he'll open a bottle of wine gifted to him by Pantalone and drink a glass or two once you're fast asleep in bed before promptly hiding it far out of your reach or sight.

many nights on his birthday and yours he will end up reading to you for what is possibly hours at your request, usually because he goes to all of that effort of tucking you in and getting you settled then suddenly gets quite lonely with you all the way over in the other room. usually he tries to limit how many you get to hear because otherwise you'll be asking for more books into the early hours of the morning. sometimes you get to go sleep in his bed, especially on your respective birthdays however as it feels like he should be able to spend at least one night cuddling you like he did when you were even younger and not yet ready to have a room to yourself, or when you come running in snivelling because you had a nightmare or got scared. just one, that's all. he'll gladly go back to what must be an exorbitant amount of tasks for one man to handle tomorrow so long as he gets to spend just one night with you curled up in his arms for a while. the night is usually his only time to spend with you, so this one feels special knowing it followed a day spent almost entirely with you.

even if you hadn't gotten a gift for him however, he'd be more than pleased with just hearing your every breath by his side, watching your little hands tired as they point at pictures in the book he reads not quite fully aware of what you're doing, that damn abyss mage plush that you love to death safely under your arm. every sign that you are alive and still with him, it's wonderful. sure you might've called that fluffy cat a dog and maybe that isn't the noise birds make at all, but that doesn't matter too much.

you tire yourself out way too much over his birthday, it has his heart melting over the fact that anyone, let alone his beloved child, would be excited enough to make him count down the days to his own birthday again.

[priscilla9993]

Hi! If ur still doing these then 10, 16, 18 and 20 for Alice Jones :D?

Oooh, yeah! Thanks for the ask. To anyone wondering, I'll be doing these for as long as I'm asked. 😉

10. Fears/phobias

Alice definitely fears being alone. And I don't mean being in her own company because she can definitely be independent and quite at peace with herself. But she fears never being able to be a part of the world, to be forgotten, to never have any human connection, to always be on the inside looking out. She's scared of being confined or trapped in any way, so I think she'd have a form of claustrophobia.

I think she also fears being unwanted or abandoned. Too many people in life have shunned her for her idiosyncrasies and bouncy energy, including her own mother at birth after Alice no longer served a purpose, if you can even call Gothel that. Her papa endlessly loved her and stayed by her side until he was poisoned, but Alice harshly found that reality was not like that. I believe she found family and friendship in Wonderland, but she lost them all just as quick. Very few people tried to understand her; most either ignoring her or took a liking to call her names, a thing I can assume as we could see in Tilly's self deprecating tone when she was about to leave Hyperion Heights and Margot caught her talking to the Troll statue. I think currently, she mainly fears the loss of her loved ones in general, always worrying about their health, especially since the multiple scares she had with Papa Killian while the Poisoned Heart Curse was still intact.

16. Dark secrets/’skeletons in the closet’

Dark secrets? Well, Alice isn't as happy go lucky as she makes herself out to be. Sure, she's naturally bubbly, but sometimes, it's a front for the overwhelming sadness she can't get rid of some days, when she feels like nothing can go right and she's not worthy of all the kindness people give her. What comes out in bursts on her bad days and doesn't last long is her anger whenever she's grumpy or lashes out, mostly to her stuff animals or to herself of things she couldn't change from the past, time lost, things she had to experience later in life or never had. I think she'll rarely talk about all the trauma from the experiences she went through either in the Jabberwock attack or in other realms. I headcanon that Alice has been to Neverland, met Pan, and managed to get out with luck and loopholes in his logic, but she won't tell her papa that.

18. Things they’ll never admit

Alice usually says what's on her mind but I doubt she'll ever admit how much she wants to happy cry over all the small things in life like being cared for, valued for her thoughts, or sharing a warm meal with her papa, Robin, or Zelena, no matter how much she knows she shouldn't have to worry that it's not the new normal. She spent most of her life as Alice and Tilly having to watch her own back and never knowing who to trust, despite her nature wanting to rely on others.. Alice will never admit when she's lying because her mischievous side likes watching other people's reactions, making her feel like she has the upper hand in conversations.

20. What-ifs/Alternate Timelines

I assume in another life, she would have been the main Guardian. If Rumple had given had let her do the dagger transfer process, she'd be the same Alice Jones, protected by her guardianship, able to vanquish the darkness once and for all, but end up being blessed/cursed with immortality and even stronger magical powers. It would be an invisible tower as she'd watch everyone she loves disappear with time and be unable to run from her predicament. In a what if scenario, related to the dark books Wish Rumple was ready to trap them in, Alice could have become the Dark One, unprotected by Guardianship, choosing the darkness to get back to her papa. Haha, gonna add my AU fanfic into this answer, but I seriously see so many characteristics in her being strong in the face of adversity, so I think she'd make a great Cinderella *wink wonk*.

Ahhh, honestly, I think the cruelest twist of fate in my headcanons is if Alice wasn't ever given reunited with her papa or met Robin in any form, I imagine her surrendering to anger, becoming unforgiving and losing hope. Gothel eventually finds her to check on her Guardianship, breaking her free at the right time, and taking advantage of her vulnerabilities as her "mother", coming back to her when "she could". All the lies Gothel would tell and Alice would cling to, fearing being abandoned again and hoping to make the wise woman proud, no matter what the consequences were.