Robert "Knife Dad" Small

Fuck you all, pineapple on pizza is the best. [Robert Small DDADDS rp blog. Crossover and AU friendly] [HIATUS]

[theknifedaddy-blog]

Hiatus

(Hey everybody. Mun here. I’m sure that it’s a touch obvious by now, but my muse for Robert is, regretfully, wavering. I have been inactive these past few days because of a back injury and a cold, but I could tell that, even before then, I was having difficulty communicating through him.

This is not, of course, me saying that I love him any less; the knife dad is easily one of the best muses I have ever found. There is an incredible connection with him that I feel, and I love each and every person that I have met through him :) The Dream Daddy fandom - though others find it toxic - has been incredibly kind to me, and I am so grateful. I just need to put him on hold for a while. A couple of months or so. 

During this time, I won’t be completely inactive. Just selective, as I will instead develop him more through Discord. I can be reached at theknifedaddy #1635, if any of you would like to talk or plot or write. I just can’t guarantee how frequent those responses will be.

But, bless you all. Take care, and I hope to be able to speak to each and every one of you again, soon!)

[northamericanmonsters]

The Whiffle-Poofle

Region: Texas Habitat: Aquatic Character: Harmless

Described as something between a gila monster and an eel, the whiffle-poofle dwells at the bottom of the deepest lakes in the Southwest, preferring to avoid bodies of water that may recede or dry up entirely in warm weather. It is said that this is not due to having an aquatic nature, but rather due to the beast being being so incredibly shy that this is the only place it feels comfortably concealed. Its curiosity may be its downfall, as the legendary cowboy Pecos Bill (himself a figure of tall tales) is said to have lured one out of the water by having a story-teller loudly tell humorous tales over the surface of a lake until the whiffle-poofle rose to the surface of the water to listen to the stories. So intrigued by these stories– and evidently able to comprehend English –the whiffle-poofle began following the boat until it could be lured onto the shores of the lake, helpless on dry land.

(Reference:  Boatright, M.C. (1934) Tall tales from Texas. Dallas: the Southwest Press.)

[theknifedaddy-blog]

“This thing just sounds so motherfucking cute. I kinda want to find one and keep it and name it Bill.”

[rpmemes4days]

✧hurt sentence starters✧

“ Are you okay!? “ “ Hold on!  Help is coming! “ “ How bad is the pain? “ “ I think your leg is broken. “ “ Your shoulder is dislocated. “ “ I’ll carry you. “ “ I can walk! “ “ Please!  It hurts!  I can’t! “ “ I think my leg’s broken! “ “ It just fell!  I don’t know what happened! “ “ Don’t leave me!  Please! “ “ It hurts!  Please, it hurts! “ “ Please help me.  I can’t! “ “ I need to go get supplies. “ “ You stay here.  And try not to move! “ “ I don’t know how to get you out! “ “ Where does it hurt? “ “ Everywhere!  It hurts everywhere! “ “ Gosh!  The pain!  Help me now! “ “ My shoulder!  My shoulder! “ “ Help!  Please! “ “ We need to brace you against something. “ “ Grit your teeth.  This is gonna hurt. “ “ Give me something for the pain! “ “ We need to get you something for the pain. “ “ Hang on!  Hold on, stay with me okay?  You’re gonna be fine! “

[lpbestiary]

The dwayyo is a cryptid purported to live in the state of Maryland. It has most frequently been sighted around West Middletown, as well as Wolfsville. It is said to be tall and hairy with a bushy tail, lupine face, and human-like stature and stance.

The first detailed account of a dwayyo encounter was recorded in the 27th of November 1965 edition of the Frederick News Post. A man living near the woods of Gambrill State Park headed out into his yard to investigate a strange noise, and was set upon by the creature.

The dwayyo is said to be the mortal enemy of the snallygaster, and the two creatures are said to have engaged in vicious fights since the time of the earliest settlements of the Middletown valley.

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Monster master list.

Suggest a spook.

[vaememes]

*  the  walking  dead  prompts.

nsfw   and   triggering   themes   and   mentions   may   be   present,   such   as   blood,   gore,   murder,   death.

❛ It happened. Now it’s done. You live with it or it eats you up. ❜

❛ My people have guns. Yours don’t. ❜

❛ You keep choosing this life, you will die. ❜

❛ If you have to eat shit, best not to nibble. ❜

❛ They don’t attack this place. They don’t kill us. ❜

❛ Most of the people here don’t even know how to fight, even if we had ammo. ❜

❛ We need food. You have it. We’re willing to work for it. ❜

❛ Confrontation’s never been something we’ve had trouble with. ❜

❛ Y'all are worse than a bunch of evangelical second graders. ❜

❛ I’m still me, but better. I lost everything and it made me stronger. ❜

❛ I killed so that I could live. I stopped counting when I hit double digits. ❜

❛ You wanna make today your last day on Earth? ❜

❛ What if it’s the last day on Earth for you? Or someone you love? ❜

❛ I’m a sinner. I sin almost every day.  ❜

❛ It was a sanctuary. People came and took this place. ❜

❛ I’ve been bitten, you stupid pricks! I’m tainted meat! ❜

❛ We can walk away, and we will never cross paths again! ❜

❛ Nightmares end. They shouldn’t end who you are. ❜

❛ The second it isn’t, the second we lose sight of that, it’s all over.. ❜

❛ We’re all gonna die and you let this happen for nothing. ❜

❛ Welcome to the human race, asshole. ❜

❛ You’re not the person people think you are. ❜

❛ Why don’t you say what’s really on your mind? ❜

❛ Some days, I don’t know what the hell to think. ❜

❛ You had no idea what you were talking about, did you? Did you?! ❜

❛ You hear me? I’m not giving up! People like me– people like me, they can live. ❜

❛ I like it here. I like the people. But… they’re weak, and I don’t want us to get weak too. ❜

❛ Yeah, you used to be somebody’s, huh? Now you’re just yours. ❜

❛ You know, everyone’s been through it somehow. Everyone. ❜

❛ I met a lot of bad people out here doing a lot of bad shit. ❜

❛ The evidence seems to go in that direction. ❜

❛ You well know that I’m not combat ready or even for that matter combat inclined. ❜

❛ God, you’re really that much of a coward? ❜

❛ It’s their world. We’re just living in it. ❜

❛ You don’t go outside those walls anymore. Not by yourself, not with anyone else. ❜

❛ It’s gonna get people killed. It’s already gotten people killed. ❜

❛ Play your cards right, maybe you don’t have to die. ❜

❛ Things don’t get better because you– you want them to. ❜

❛ Starting right now, we have to live in the real world. ❜

❛ When you care about people, hurt is kind of part of the package. ❜

❛ I’m gonna take a group out. Best not waste any more time. ❜

❛ When I fell on my ass, they should have just left me out there. ❜

❛ Everything we’ve been working so hard to keep out, it found its way in. ❜

❛ Everybody makes it, till they don’t. ❜

❛ I killed two people and you haven’t said a word about it. ❜

❛ You can’t think forever. Sooner or later, you’ve got to make a move.. ❜

❛ I mean, what the hell is going on in this cabin? Were they storing those biters? ❜

❛ I could use a vacation. Get away. Just for a weekend. ❜

❛ Is this what you want? Is this what any one of you want? ❜

❛ Now you put down your weapons, walk through those gates you’re one of us. ❜

❛ Get in your cars, get your guns. We go in, kill them all! ❜

❛ I’m a piece of shit. Why would you want my help? ❜

❛ I’m sorry. I’m not very good at making boys your age laugh. ❜

❛ So you tell me how in the holy hell did you possibly kill this truck? ❜

❛ We’re not too far gone. We get to come back. ❜

[theknifedaddy-blog]

“True, very true. Gotta be prepared for the spooks,” she thought for a second. “What if you find a ghost? A knife won’t do much against that.”

With the most blank stare, he reached into his other pocket and pulled out a handful of spare McDonald's salt packets, and playfully tossed them at her.

[theknifedaddy-blog]

But in all seriousness are you the big spoon or the little spoon? No, you can't be a knife in this scenario Robert.

"Really, it depends on who I'm with. Some people, I feel very picky with. Others - fuck it - I don care."

[theknifedaddy-blog]

friend: are u a big spoon or a little spoon?

me: im a knife

[frecklefacedgamer]

Robert had agreed to come over and Elias was happy about it, his mom having come to get Andrew so the two adults had the house to themselves. He had some wine in the fridge and heated up the shrimp he had fried earlier before Robert got there. When he got there, he brought everything out to the living room and set it on the coffee table before sitting with him on the couch. 

@theknifedaddy

[theknifedaddy-blog]

Robert smiled as Elias returned to the living room, a soft smile curling his lips as he watched the familiar shape of his lover practically melted against him as they shared sofa space. He wasted no time in reaching around Elias’s shoulders and pulling him in closer so that he could place a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Hey, beautiful,” he said, happy that he could finally hold his partner again after what felt like so long. His calloused fingers gently carded through soft, dark locks. “I’ve missed you.” 

[theknifedaddy-blog]

“I’m good,” she chuckled at the knife. “Definitely been hit by worse, you prepared for something? Not many people carry around a pocket knife for no reason.”

He chuckled, folding his arms behind his head to use them as a pillow. “Oh, you know,” he mused. “You never know when you might run into something nasty. Mugger. Assassin. Bigfoot. Chupacabra. You’ve gotta be prepared for anything.” He was sure that she could understand. They hadn’t dived too deep into each other’s history, but the way he grasped things, her life hadn’t been any sunshiny walks full of cute puppies and rainbows.

[theknifedaddy-blog]

“Only the coolest for this queen,” her smile was broken by a yawn. She rolled off of him and held her side. “Damn, What is in your pocket? It stabbed my ribs.”

Robert smiled in return, reaching forward to brush a strand of hair out of her face as she yawned. Betsy yawned as well, and finally picked herself up and scurried over to the couch to curl up and sleep some more. He watched her, chuckling as she instead chose to roll over onto her back, legs spread wide as she got comfortable. Soon after, so was the young woman, as she pulled away. “Oh,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulled out his pocket knife. It was definitely bigger than an average one, obviously custom made. No wonder she was a bit miserable. “Sorry,” he said, setting it on the table so that he could lie back down next to her. “You alright?”

[mehrere-musen]

@theknifedaddy

To say that she was nervous was an understatement.

Hell, she was almost scared to what Robert was going to think when he saw her, felt her. After a long, thoughtful process and a long discussion with her boss/dad, Shelby finally made a choice. She didn’t want to put Robert through the pain of watching his daughter grow old and die, while he was frozen at the age of 48 and living a life of eternity with Shelby. She couldn’t do that to him. As much as she loved him; and she did. She loved him to the heavens above and beyond. She just couldn’t put him through that kind of pain, after all he had been through.

So Shelby had made a choice, for both herself and Robert. Allowing Death to take away her immortality and Undead life, she gained the warmth of her skin back, the beating of her heart. Her skin wasn’t as pale anymore and she actually grew tired, got hungry. But she was healthy. So healthy and Robert would be too after today. Death gave them “special” consideration, allowing them to stay as healthy and strong as they wanted to be. No threats of illness, maybe the occasional cold here and there, but no threats of cancer, no threats of heart attacks, nothing of that sort.

They could still be killed though. But Death would make sure they were together for the rest of their lives. She heard the sound of the truck pulling into the driveway and she smiled softly, before she got up and stood by the door as it opened.

“Welcome home, babe.” she greeted.

[theknifedaddy-blog]

Really, Shelby had no reason to be nervous when it came to Robert’s opinion of her. She could turn into a pile of goo on the ground, and he would still love her so much, and find her so incomparably beautiful. 

And that day was no different. In fact, Robert thought, as he walked through the door after work, Shelby seemed to look especially radiant. Something was just making her cheeks glow, vibrant and warm. He wondered if she tried something different with her makeup, but that didn’t seem right. She knew that he loved soft colors on her face. 

He smiled at her, expression bright and eyes full of love. “Hey, baby girl,” he greeted in return, an arm slipping around her waist as he pulled her in for a kiss. And then, he felt something strange. A warmth. Coming from… From Shelby? But, how could that be? Shelby had been cold from the moment that he met her, due to her severe lack of a heartbeat and close ties with death. 

Still, when he took her hand, a look of confusion on his face, he could feel the warmth from her pink skin mingling with his own. He looked up at her, eyebrows knit together. “Shell?” he asked her.

[mehrere-musen]

The brunette immediately melted in his hold, smiling softly when he had pulled her in for a kiss. She could then feel and see his confusion when he touched her, knowing he wouldn’t feel the coldness of her skin anymore. He would now feel the warmth that she had longed for for a long time now, the beating of her heart.

“I…..made a choice.” she murmured, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. Even though she was human, there was still natural strength in her body. She brought his hand up to her cheek, letting out a sigh as she pressed the back of it to her cheek. The warmth that her body now radiated was felt and she closed her eyes for a moment, before she spoke again. “It was hard, and I wasn’t sure what to decide. I didn’t…..want to put you through the pain of watching Val grow up, growing old and passing away from old age. I didn’t want you to be in anymore pain from watching the people around us die while we remain frozen in time….”

A tear rolled down her cheek as she opened her eyes. “I broke my ties with death. I decided to return to who I wanted to be for a long time, after my death….I…..my immortality is gone. I’m human….I can feel warm again, feel a heartbeat again….I….” she trailed off, her breathing shaky as she tried to struggle with her words. Fuck, this was really hard.

[theknifedaddy-blog]

Robert remained silent and shocked as he listened to Shelby speak, his hand almost shaking as she brought it up to her cheek. He sighed, thumb gently tracing her cheekbone. The sight of his dark skin against her rosy flesh was mesmerizing. 

Her concern for him was always touching, and in reality, he really hadn’t been sure about what to do with his own future. Yes, the idea of having to bury his daughter was haunting. To think that he would remain the same while she withered and faded horrified him. Everyone in the cul-de-sac, Neil... But, he didn’t exactly want to ask Shelby to change for his sake, either. He was scared of making her think that he didn’t love her for who she was, because she was absolutely perfect.

But now, knowing that she wanted normalcy back... And now she had it. She was human. Alive. She said her heart was beating again. With his free hand, he reached forward, and gently rested his palm over her chest. He waited for a moment, paying close attention, and sure enough he felt something that he had never felt before. Thump thump. Thump thump. 

His eyes felt wet all of the sudden, and before he knew it, he was crying. “My girl...” he whispered, amazed. “My beautiful baby girl. Shelby...” He drew her in, sighing a relieved breath as he hugged her tightly. “Oh god, my Shelby. I love you. So fucking much.”

[theknifedaddy-blog]

13 M/M (@frecklefacedgamer)

Dark fingers tangled in soft hair as Robert softly thrust into his partner’s mouth. Elias was beautiful on his knees, settled between his thighs and taking every inch that the older man offered so beautifully. It drew ragged breaths from his body, his chest rising and falling as he felt Elias hollow his cheeks, sucking along with every push and pull. “Atta boy,” Robert whispered, slowing down his movements to allow himself a chance to slide in deeper. He watched, entranced, as more of his cock disappeared down the other man’s throat. “So beautiful. And you look so fucking hot with my dick in your mouth.” And fuck, did he mean it.

[mehrere-musen]

@theknifedaddy

To say that she was nervous was an understatement.

Hell, she was almost scared to what Robert was going to think when he saw her, felt her. After a long, thoughtful process and a long discussion with her boss/dad, Shelby finally made a choice. She didn’t want to put Robert through the pain of watching his daughter grow old and die, while he was frozen at the age of 48 and living a life of eternity with Shelby. She couldn’t do that to him. As much as she loved him; and she did. She loved him to the heavens above and beyond. She just couldn’t put him through that kind of pain, after all he had been through.

So Shelby had made a choice, for both herself and Robert. Allowing Death to take away her immortality and Undead life, she gained the warmth of her skin back, the beating of her heart. Her skin wasn’t as pale anymore and she actually grew tired, got hungry. But she was healthy. So healthy and Robert would be too after today. Death gave them “special” consideration, allowing them to stay as healthy and strong as they wanted to be. No threats of illness, maybe the occasional cold here and there, but no threats of cancer, no threats of heart attacks, nothing of that sort.

They could still be killed though. But Death would make sure they were together for the rest of their lives. She heard the sound of the truck pulling into the driveway and she smiled softly, before she got up and stood by the door as it opened.

“Welcome home, babe.” she greeted.

[theknifedaddy-blog]

Really, Shelby had no reason to be nervous when it came to Robert’s opinion of her. She could turn into a pile of goo on the ground, and he would still love her so much, and find her so incomparably beautiful. 

And that day was no different. In fact, Robert thought, as he walked through the door after work, Shelby seemed to look especially radiant. Something was just making her cheeks glow, vibrant and warm. He wondered if she tried something different with her makeup, but that didn’t seem right. She knew that he loved soft colors on her face. 

He smiled at her, expression bright and eyes full of love. “Hey, baby girl,” he greeted in return, an arm slipping around her waist as he pulled her in for a kiss. And then, he felt something strange. A warmth. Coming from... From Shelby? But, how could that be? Shelby had been cold from the moment that he met her, due to her severe lack of a heartbeat and close ties with death. 

Still, when he took her hand, a look of confusion on his face, he could feel the warmth from her pink skin mingling with his own. He looked up at her, eyebrows knit together. “Shell?” he asked her.

[theknifedaddy-blog]

17 m/f

Robert groaned as he rolled his hips against Shelby’s, each thrust languid and smooth, but he dove deep into her. The heat and softness of her inner walls were entrancing. Addictive. Perfect. He leaned in close to her, lavishing kisses upon her pale neck and gifting her earlobes with soft nibbles. “So beautiful,” he whispered through gritted teeth. He hissed in pleasure as coils of pleasure tightened in his groin, and he thrust into her harder. “My fucking beautiful baby girl.” 

[theknifedaddy-blog]

“Oh hell yeah!” She rubbed Betsy’s head. “Maybe a leather jacket to match yours instead and some kick ass sunglasses. She’ll be killin the game.”

He chuckled again, watching as Betsy leaned into the touch. He reached up to scratch behind the little dog’s ears. If she was a cat, he’s sure that she’d be purring up a storm. “Oh course. Maybe I could even tolerate a bit of bedazzling on her shades.”

[theknifedaddy-blog]

"Got any wild in you tonight, Small?" - cabernet-martyr

Robert snorted in amusement. The question was pointless, really - Mary was bound to know that he would never turn down an evening of getting hammered with one of his favorite people. He looped an arm around her waist and drew her closer. “And here I thought you were the smart one between you and Joseph,” he teased, giving the woman a gentle shove as he stepped aside to slip on his coat. “I live in a state of ready to drown in drink and debauchery.”