LETS ROLE PAY!!!

Something something, Sparda was a good father (in my head at least) and the way that the canon sorta implies the contrary kills me every single time I stop to think about it like right now. Because there is no way he wasn't a good father. Sparda was capable of loving a human, the beings from whom he nourished care and devotion, how come he wasn't capable of loving his own children, a result of that same love never enters my mind. I believe 100% Sparda was there for Eva; from the moment they decided to decore the nursery, shopping for baby clothing, picking names, giving her reassurance and taking good care of her, to the very moment of the twins' birth. He was always there for them, his own family, and I'll not accept he was an bad husband nor an bad father.

Hopefully not Bevin an other with the ask ^^; lol

((His love for bringing honour to myimoto is soo cute ))

“They managed ta remove my tail, so now it’s just the wings and feet. So whatcha been up ta mate?” Mick seem a bit more happy then last time you talked to him. His wings where relaxed against his back. Mick leaned against the wall and smirks at you. “Don’t tell me, ya been doin’ spoi stuff”

“How yer team treatin’ ya? Mine is leavin’ me alone at least. We get our work done then chill by ourselves.”

“ oh fine, we open up a bar down town,” he said, glad he is fine. glad to hear..the war can’t torment them... “it’s running smoovely. everyone help out, Pyro and Our Soilder helps keep the fools out”

“Might have ta come down and get a drink, I miss real booze, not whatever sweil the base has…” Mick sighs a bit and kicks off the wall and stands up completely. “Actually let’s go ta the bar now. I need a drink”

“Do ya allow smokin’ in yer bar? I could really use a fag…mind if I bum one from ya? My pack ran out this mornin’” Mick looks at you and his wings where a bit tense as Mick looked around for a second as if someone was following him.

“Alrot let’s go Spoi.” Mick walks to his van. “Ya want ta hitch a ride with me? My own rules are no fuckin’ with my bloody radio, and ya must have a seatbelt on”

“They managed ta remove my tail, so now it’s just the wings and feet. So whatcha been up ta mate?” Mick seem a bit more happy then last time you talked to him. His wings where relaxed against his back. Mick leaned against the wall and smirks at you. “Don’t tell me, ya been doin’ spoi stuff”

“How yer team treatin’ ya? Mine is leavin’ me alone at least. We get our work done then chill by ourselves.”

“ oh fine, we open up a bar down town,” he said, glad he is fine. glad to hear..the war can’t torment them... “it’s running smoovely. everyone help out, Pyro and Our Soilder helps keep the fools out”

“Might have ta come down and get a drink, I miss real booze, not whatever sweil the base has…” Mick sighs a bit and kicks off the wall and stands up completely. “Actually let’s go ta the bar now. I need a drink”

“Do ya allow smokin’ in yer bar? I could really use a fag…mind if I bum one from ya? My pack ran out this mornin’” Mick looks at you and his wings where a bit tense as Mick looked around for a second as if someone was following him.

“They managed ta remove my tail, so now it’s just the wings and feet. So whatcha been up ta mate?” Mick seem a bit more happy then last time you talked to him. His wings where relaxed against his back. Mick leaned against the wall and smirks at you. “Don’t tell me, ya been doin’ spoi stuff”

“How yer team treatin’ ya? Mine is leavin’ me alone at least. We get our work done then chill by ourselves.”

“ oh fine, we open up a bar down town,” he said, glad he is fine. glad to hear..the war can’t torment them... “it’s running smoovely. everyone help out, Pyro and Our Soilder helps keep the fools out”

“Might have ta come down and get a drink, I miss real booze, not whatever sweil the base has…” Mick sighs a bit and kicks off the wall and stands up completely. “Actually let’s go ta the bar now. I need a drink”