#My soft parents

[not-quite-so-intrepid-hero]

fabian is such a sweetie and he will not convince me otherwise. genuinely there’s no reason for him to make up with gertie bc the rest of them have enough good standing with her to work with her, he fully did that for kristen. the way he approached it too, wasn’t like “oh im gonna get her off my back so we can deal with the honey thing” no it was pure good soul lou wilson shining through fabian going “hey if there’s even a BUMP on this road to love for my friend because of me? i’m repaving the entire fucking street lets go”

[bnnywngs]

i feel like, actually, i know that wei wuxian is definitely the more serious parent between him and lan wangji - not as in personality, but in the way they treat their kids' needs (like studies, personal belongings, etc)

the last word deciding anything to do with their kids is wei wuxian's, he's the one everyone looks when they ask for something because as much as a fake teary eyes works wonders with lan wangji, it doesn't matter because if wei wuxian says no then it's a no

a-yuan: dad, can i go out with my friends this weekend?

lwj: ye- *looks at wwx calmly drinking his gourmet coffee* yes, you can

jingyi: dad, can i have this famous luxury brand's shoes?

lwj: *taking off his phone to buy it* *looks at wwx who's looking at him very seriously over his custom mug* ...no, you can't

[thefrsers]

No. No, I didna kill him. I dinna ken if I'm glad of it or no, but I didna. Well, I'm glad.

[the-artist-grimm]

Would it be a bit ironic or adorable if Anthea sang 'You'll Be in My Heart' from the Tarzan movie to Aym and Baal when they were dealing with nightmares to help them sleep?

OMG-ironic I guess considering their hearts don't beat??? XD

But in all seriousness I've actually thought about Anthea singing to the boys! I kinda like the idea of them singing 'Edelweiss' from The Sound of Music to lull them to sleep-my own mother loved the film when I was little, and back when she would still sing to my sister and I while kissing us goodnight it was always 'Edelweiss'.

(now for obligatory LORE)

As Anthea and Narinder work on their relationship they take turns who sits in bed with the kits and who pulls up a chair-neither can leave really without risk of one of the boys waking up looking for them only to be gone, so for those first few weeks neither get much sleep. They take turns keeping watch-that way someone can hopefully catch nightmares before they fester, or at least be there if it's their name called. It drains them both a LOT, but hey they're parents-a little sleep loss is nothing when it's your kids.

[spirk-trek]

imagine amanda watching how mothers on vulcan share a telepathic bond with their children and not being able to do this for spock

imagine how it would break her heart, how she might worry they'll never connect when she sees a mother touching her daughter's face or holding her son's hand with purpose, without words

imagine spock melding with her as soon as he's able, showing her he loves her because he can't say it, he'll never be able to say it

imagine her being so proud of her little boy for researching and teaching himself to meld with a non-telepath just for her, all for her

holding him after when he's so exhausted he goes boneless in her arms and she strokes his hair and thanks him

and he mumbles something about it being illogical to thank him before falling asleep and she holds his little hand and feels the tiniest sparks of love still there, so small she might've imagined them before he's snoring softly

[choccy-milky]

I've been wanting to paint Clora for a while but was brain empty 😣

Then I saw this dress set and HAD to put her in some version of it 🥰🥰🥰

I've been banned from buying more clothes for the rest of the year so let me live vicariously through her (but also I'm not a ravenclaw) also also I hope that link I embedded works

OH MY GOD MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME🎅🎅🎅🎁🎁 WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!! the way i clicked on my inbox and then got JUMPSCARED (IN A GOOD WAY) BY THIS!!! im serious the way my mouth popped open in shock and awe was so cartoonish LMAOO. like wdym FOR FREE??😭😭😭your art is so beautiful and you're such an amazing painter IM SO MINDBLOWN RN THAT I GET TO SEE CLORA DONE BY YOU SHE LOOKS AMAZING and in such a cute fit too🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ i fear i shall never recover from this...found dead in my apartment and its kemiichis fault.....ILL STOP YAPPING NOW but srsly im HONOURED THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH🥹💖💖💖

[neztune]

Procrastinated on making anything digital again… but a doodle for a lil fluffy hurt/comfort oneshot with Stoick and baby Hiccup that I posted last night :3

They’re so very dear to me

“He just needs more time”

And now to leave the fic link here….

[cloudcastor]

thinkin about sora's parents again...

continuation of mom art from forever ago

[octobers-veryown]

This is so soft!!! What I needed!!!!

26 gwynriel, thank you ❤️❤️❤️

Fluff ahead <3

26 - “I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner.”

Gwyn was holding back tears.

Usually, watching Azriel train had been anything but hilarious. Her mate's movements, assisted by the darkness of his shadows, had always been quick, precise. Deadly.

Gwyn knew he loved it when she'd sit by the training pit, her teal eyes not leaving him for one second, gleaming with a mix of excitement and admiration. She hadn't missed the flex of Azriel's strong, thick arms whenever at the sound of her small gasp, prompted by a particularly powerful swift of his blade. But tonight, his arms were the farthest thing on her mind as her gaze remained transfixed on his usually immaculate Illyrian leathers.

The muscles of his back shifted as he lifted his sword again, and this time, Gwyn couldn't stop her soft chuckle.

His head snapped back to her, brows furrowing in confusion at the sound. "What's so funny, Berdara?"

She waved her hand in dismissal, teeth digging into her lip as she fought back the tears that had begun spilling from her eyes. "Nothing," she choked out, her throat tight from the laugh she'd been suppressing. Nodding towards the training pit, she added, "Please, continue."

Taking a step closer, Azriel angled his head. "Tell me," he demanded, the puzzled look on his face only spurring Gwyn on as she tipped her head back, laughing openly this time.

"Oh, gods..." Gwyn panted, trying to even out her breath. "I'm sorry, it's just..." she reached up, her finger catching a loose tear gleaming happily in the corner of her eye. "Have you been babysitting Nyx today?"

Azriel frowned, a deep crease forming between his brows. "Yes?"

Her hand clamped on her mouth, feeling another giggle rippling through her throat. "I thought so," she managed, the sound coming out muffled, confusing Azriel even further.

He crossed his arms, eyes beseeching for an explanation, and Gwyn's lips formed a tight line as she put all her energy into not laughing at his growing frustration.

"It just..." the corners of her mouth twitched, and she schooled her features into indifference. "It seems he left you a goodbye present. On your back," she pointed, her mouth breaking into another grin.

His head whipped back, searching for whatever Gwyn was talking about, and his eyes widened as he realised the leathers on his back had been smeared with what was clearly the remnants of Nyx's dinner.

"Cauldron boil me," Azriel whispered, his face still with terror. Gwyn howled at that, her laugh half-sobbing as her mate desperately tried to wipe his back clean with no effect.

"I'm sorry for not saying anything sooner," Gwyn wheezed. "But you looked so serious, training with baby barf on your back. I couldn't resist the fun."

Azriel's brows lifted, and he crouched down to meet her eyes. "You know, Berdara," his hand reached to palm her round, swollen belly. "I wonder how funny you'll find it when it's our baby, and it's your turn for feeding time."

"Our baby will be perfectly well-behaved," Gwyn protested.

"If they're anything like their mother", Azriel said, hazel eyes flickering with a wicked gleam, "I wouldn't count on it."

[sheawritesstuff]

Redacted David / Angel Headcanons

[In no particular order]

✩ David gave Angel free rein to decorate their entire house except for the kitchen and the garden

✩ Angel tried befriending a venomous spider once and cried when David killed it

✩ David loves beard scratches and enjoys Angel touching his face in general

✩ Angel has an absurd amount of charms and trinkets on their keychain

✩ David intentionally sets his most recently worn hoodies on the edge of the laundry hamper so Angel doesn't have to dig through it

✩ Angel tried being big spoon exactly one (1) time and decided the backpack life was not for them

✩ David's hands are almost always just cold enough to be startling

✩ One of David's most prized memories is taking Angel to "meet" his parents

✩ Angel's style is maximalism that almost verges on hoarding while David prefers dark minimalism - over the course of their relationship he slowly accepted their chaos as part of their home's atmosphere and came to find comfort in it

✩ David still has his dad's leather jacket and, on his worst days, will spray his dad's old cologne on it and curl up with it as close to him as possible

✩ Angel, Asher, and Darlin have an arm wrestling competition nearly every time they're in the same room, they have yet to convince David to join despite their best efforts

✩ Most people tell David he looks like his dad, so he gets unbelievably happy when one of the older pack members tells him he looks like his mom

✩ Despite being a human space-heater, Angel is still a blanket hog

✩ David always stops at kids' lemonade stands and tips them with whatever pocket change he has

[togrowoldinv]

The Remote

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You and Natasha argue over the tv remote. Yelena and the kids listen in

Note: Enjoy this soft mama Nat! Hope everyone in cold areas is staying warm this week. It’s quite chilly out. Happy reading!

Natasha Masterlist 1, Natasha Masterlist 2, Natasha Masterlist 3, Main Masterlist

“Natasha!” You scold your wife as the tv screen goes dark.

“I didn’t do anything!” Nat shouts.

“Okay sure, so the tv just turned itself off. You always come in here and change the channel or turn it off,” you say with a huff of annoyance.

“I do not,” Natasha says seriously. “Don’t accuse me of something I don’t do.”

“You do too.”

“Baby, I really don’t,” Nat says.

“Baby, you really do,” you won’t relent. But the whole thing is kind of becoming comical.

Outside the bedroom door, your kids and Yelena are eavesdropping.

“Should we really be listening?” Ali’s conscious kicks in.

“Yes, yes. It’s fine, malyshka. We need popcorn,” Yelena says.

“I’ll go make some!” Belle says happily before trotting off. Jack follows after her, knowing she’ll need some help.

Inside you and Nat are still bickering.

“The other night I was two hours in a show when you changed it, Nat! Two hours!” You say.

“Your eyes were closed, sweetheart. You weren’t watching it,” Nat argues.

“That’s-“

“Hm?”

“Fine,” you say, crossing your arms. “I’m going to hide your remote.”

“Why do we even have two remotes?” Natasha asks.

“I don’t know,” you reply.

“I think the kids are awake. I’ll go check on them,” Nat says, changing the subject.

Nat gets up from the bed and walks to open the door. When she does, she’s met with the entire family running away from the door.

“Were you all eavesdropping?” Natasha asks.

“No,” Yelena says too quickly.

You get out of bed and join Nat at the door. The kids look guilty.

“No, Mama. We were just um-“ Ivan tries but Nat cuts him off.

“Don’t lie to me,” she says. “I will take away that PlayStation.”

“Okay, yes we were listening in,” Ivan admits.

“Yelena!” Nat scolds her sister.

“Why me? We were all doing it,” Yelena says.

“Right. And who told everyone that we were in here arguing?” Nat asks.

The answer comes in the form of Belle waltzing up the stairs with popcorn in her hands. She stops briefly at the sight of you and Nat, but then carries on to Yelena.

“I made the popcorn, Auntie Yelena! Jackie helped,” Belle says proudly.

“Popcorn, really Yel?” You ask.

“Do you want some, Mommy?” Belle asks you.

“No thank you, baby,” you reply. Her sweet regard makes you forget you’re upset the family was eavesdropping.

Natasha takes the bowl from Belle and hands it to Ali. She picks the little girl up into her arms.

“Were you and Mommy arguing?” Belle asks Nat. She plays with Nat’s shirt collar.

“Not really,” Nat replies. “We were just being silly. Right Mommy?”

“That’s right,” you agree. “So I think everyone can go to bed now.”

“But we have popcorn to eat,” Ali says. “Movie night?”

“On a school night? I don’t think so,” you say.

“Please?” Belle asks.

“Princess, it’s already late. You need sleep,” you tell her. She frowns and buries her face into Nat’s neck.

“One quick show then maybe?” Nat suggests.

“Okay. Everyone come pile in,” you say. “Even you Yelena.”

The girl smiles and follows the rest of the family into your bedroom. Natasha hands you both remotes and you can’t help but smile.

“I’m sorry for yelling. Even though I’m right,” you tell her once you’ve got a show on that’s keeping the family interested.

“Yeah yeah, I know. Happy wife, happy life,” Natasha jokes. “I’m willing to give up my remote if it makes you happy. I love you.”

“It really does. And I love you too,” you say.

You kiss her lips gently and snuggle further into bed with your happy family. Life with Natasha is just perfect.

[nixies-creations]

Music Producer Bradley x Rancher Jake

"You know, baby," Bradley starts as he passes Jake a towel to dry his hands, "I definitely didn't have a cowboy kink before I met you." Jake hums, eyes flicking to Bradley before focusing on hanging the towel back up on its hook before turning to lean back against the counter. "Oh?" Bradley nods as he moves in to crowd up against Jake, hands moving to grip the counter on either side of Jake's hips as he tilts his head down enough to press a trail of kisses against his scruff covered cheek before capturing Jake's lips in a soft, tender kiss. "Yeah, baby. Definitely didn't have a thing for the rugged, sweaty, hard working type before I met you." "Should I apologize for opening your eyes to how sexy I can be?" Jake asks, lips curled into a smug smile as he moves to wrap his arms around Bradley's shoulders. "Definitely. You should definitely apologize for using your wile's to make me fall in love with you," Bradley agrees brightly, eyes sparkling as he moves his hands down to grip the back of Jake's thighs to lift him up onto the counter. "You finished with your chores?" Laughing, Jake moves to hook his legs around Bradley's hips, drawing him in even closer to that they are pressed flush together. "Ol' Jerry told me to take the afternoon off since he knew you got in last night. Seems to think his boss could use a little time welcomin' his husband back from bein' outta town." "Remind me to buy Jerry something to say thank you."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Remembrance and Forgetfulness

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[anetherealpoetess]

just discovered that robert aramayo went to juilliard. okay educated king!!

[vaguely-concerned]

shathann fucked up in so many ways with raising taash but she also makes me. so so SO sad. welcome back deeply flawed dragon age mother figures in various shades of 'well. I mean you tried. I guess' (from 'not at all' to 'I can see what you thought you were going for at least' as appropriate) we tango once more

[rebouks]

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Robin: Dad? Oscar: Me. Robin: Are you busy? Oscar: Not too busy to talk about getting a call from school earlier-.. three hours into the first day of term, no less. [Robin huffed, his shoulders slumping; that wasn’t what he wanted to talk about] Oscar: Two-way street, pal.. you talk, I talk. Robin: Fine-.. what does it mean when someone who’s usually an asshole suddenly starts being nice? Oscar: I guess it depends on the asshole, do they want something? Robin: I don’t know, it’s hard to tell via messenger-.. or any other time. Oscar: [hums] I dunno, I wouldn’t dismiss it straight away but I wouldn’t let my guard down either-.. play it by ear y’know? Your mom’s always saying life’s too short for grudges, but she can be too nice sometimes. Robin: So, somewhere in the middle is good? Oscar: Maybe? Life’s messy, bud.. I don’t think I can give you any definitive answers on this kinda shit. [Robin heaved a weary sigh, wishing he’d just gone to bed] Oscar: Are you gonna tell me what happened today? Robin: I don’t wanna talk about it. Oscar: You can’t just up n’ leave at lunch, what’re you playing at? Robin: Sorry. Oscar: Sorry ain’t gonna cut it every time, Robin. I don’t wanna have to start getting on your case about school, but if you don’t sort your shit out, we’re gonna have to-.. and let’s be honest, no one can be arsed with that. [Oscar jostled Robin’s knee affectionately, he wasn’t really mad, but he wasn’t messing around either] Robin: I’ll try harder. Oscar: No one’s asking you for straight A’s but you’re taking the piss now. Apply yourself or whatever the teachers say-.. and keep your ass inside the gates ‘til three as well, okay? Robin: Okay, okay! Oscar: You better! I’ll pick up a military school pamphlet if you don’t. Robin: [snorts] Yeah, right.