hippie biker

I apologize for making you all witness this terrible thing and deal with the plotting of my whims (and bad names). So the DILF AU (or Dream Dad AU. Whichever. Both.) As born of my hype for certain games.

The premise remains: Gladio moves to the neighborhood, realizes he’s surrounded by hotties, hotties notice Gladio, a generally amicable web of dating, play dates, and pta meetings begins. Everyone is pretty cool with everyone and there is bminimal jealousy, because this is light and amusing fare, and thus should be in someone else’s hands, tbh.

Gladio, 28, Firefighter? EMT? One of those. Honestly he mostly spends his time staring at Ivy in abject horror, unable to comprehend how he’s supposed to care for something so small and breakable.
Ivy, 4 months old. Tiny precious bean with a banshee worthy scream. Seems to derive endless enjoyment from making Gladio nearly cry from frustration/fear of being a bad father, or so Gladio claims.

Noctis, 25, coder for his father’s company with no particular interest in ever taking over said company.
Auleus, 4 years old. Sick often, is already tired of overprotective father, his special diet, and hospital stays, has all the best (inside) toys and dress up stuff.

Ignis, 26, chef (with dreams of owning his own restaurant one day.)
Iri and Nuri, 3 years old. They enjoy gardening (jumping in mud puddles) baking (cookie eating) and smuggling Auleus into the backyard while Noct’s back is turned.

Prompto, 25, artist/preschool teacher, all the kids like him best, it’s just a fact.
Harlow, 3 years old (younger brother) hobbies include toddler ballet and yoga, dress up, bug and frog catching, bringing said bugs and frogs to Auleus when he can’t come outside, drawing on walls with Prompto’s expensive art supplies.

Cor, 45, Cop
Sona and Ethan, 16 and 12. It’s hard to know what they’re like, since Cor swears all they don is eat, sleep, avoid their homework, and roll their eyes when they think he isn’t looking.

Nyx, 36, part time hippie, part time biker, full time firefighter, and Libertus, full time biker, full time firefighter
Leonard and Diana, 6 and 13 (nephew and neice) Most normal kids on the block. Miss their parents but have come to enjoy Uncle Nyx, Uncle Libby, and all the bikers who wander in and out of the house. Plus they own goats? And goats are awesome.

Ravus, 34, CEO/owner of a bio-tech company
Rhiannon and Rhonwen, 12. Brats. Spoiled. Being groomed to be tyrannical world conquerors who crush everyone who stands in their way to dust beneath their shiny mary-janes. Ravus is disgustingly proud.

vintage-poetess  asked:

Hey what's a Vuvalani? I assume it's super badass and cool

Very. I gave your bio a quick peruse. If you have not seen Mad Max: Fury Road do so immediately. Without spoiling too much, the Vuvalini are a post-apocalyptic tribe of hippie biker grannies. Their slogan is, “one man, one bullet,” which I very much enjoy from a martial arts perspective because it acknowledges the importance of efficiency in a fight, esp. one against a larger, stronger opponent. The Vuvalini are about preserving the past and nurturing women of the future. Cheers.