#baby's first full-room mural

[what-eats-owls]

Shared this on insta so I thought y'all might enjoy it as well!

[pynkfairyheart]

pairings: peircer eren x black reader

warnings: smut 18+, kinda pervy eren

Good girl

“Hello?” Your soft voice rang over the chimes as you entered the tattoo parlor.

The shop was quiet, seemingly empty besides the softening chimes of the door and surprised cursing down the long hall.

“Shit- yeah. Just give me a minute. My apologies” The culprit of the cursing called.

In the meantime, you took a look around the lobby. The reviews didn't do the place justice. The largest wall contained a bright colorful mural, contrasting beautifully with the dark floors and connected black walls.

While admiring the piece of artwork, heavy thudding from the long hallway turned your attention to the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.

You never believed in love at first sight, up until now. You hadn't even known the man's name yet, but you craved him. The reviews warned you the entire staff was attractive but they clearly left out that this man was a god.

His long hair was pulled into a low bun, strands falling in his face, the color contrasting against his pale skin. He was tall, with a full sleeve on one of his muscular arms, and his green eyes had you drowning immediately. He couldn't be Onyankopon, they said he was a brother. Maybe Connie or, Levi-

“Hi, I'm Eren” He introduced himself after swallowing the large knot in his throat.

While in your own trance, you failed to notice how he froze the moment he saw you. The bright light you stood under showcased the sparkles of your pretty brown skin.

Your legs were on display as a result of the simmering heat outside, thick thighs causing them to roll up slightly. The fitted t-shirt you wore allowed the hardened buds of your nipples to peek through, despite the hot weather.

Eren never considered himself a pervert but the way his mind instantly thought about sucking on them till you begged him to fuck you had him thinking otherwise.

“Hi, I'm [☆]. Is this a bad time?” Oh, he could have come on the spot, your voice sounded even better without the numerous walls separating you and god your perfume had him wanting to devour you on the reception desk.

“No, no I just don't know how much I can do for you, the AC is out in all the rooms but mine and I don't even know how long that's gonna last so if you're looking for an hour long tat session you'll have to come back” He crossed his arms, muscles contracting against the white tee.

“Oh no, I'm just hoping to get a few piercings but I can definitely come back another time”

“No, I can do a couple of piercings. What were you thinking?” He grabbed the paperwork from under the counter, praying one of them would be your chest.

“Uh well, I want the other side of my nose, belly button, venus dimples, and my nipples but I understand if you can't do all of that or the last one I'll just come back”

“No, no I can do it,” He said too quickly, clearing his throat awkwardly before handing you the paperwork.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

“Good girl. You're doing such a good job for me, pretty. Just hold on for one second, lovey”

He was currently doing your last dimple piercing. The pain was unimaginable at first but as soon as the praises left his mouth all was forgotten besides the growing stickiness that rested between your thighs.

He praised you after every piercing a variation of “Good girl” “You're doing such a good job for me” “That's it, baby. You did so good” flowed from his pink lips. You could never decide which throbbing to focus on, the one from your new piercing or the throbbing of your clit.

With three new holes in your body and damp panties, it was now time for the piercing both of you were dreading yet excited for.

“Do I just take my shirt off here?”

“Wherever you're comfortable, baby. You can go in the bathroom or stay in here and I'll give you some privacy” He felt like a teenage boy again. His dick twitching at the thought of seeing you exposed.

“No, it's okay you can stay in here I don't mind”

“Oh. Okay,” He perked up. Giving you some privacy he turned his back, pretending to be busy when in reality he was trying to think of anything but you getting undressed behind him. Despite his concentration, all he could focus on was the sound of your necklaces and bracelets clanking at the movements you made.

He knew your nipples were still hard, especially since he took advantage of the working AC and he wondered what your moans would sound like if he flicked his tounge repeatedly over the bud, or if he pinched them in front of the mirror while you begged him to fuck you as you pressed your ass against his hard-

“I'm ready” Your soft voice broke him from his thoughts.

If his self control was any less he'd have gotten on his knees to worship you. There you were. Looking everywhere but him, tits exposed. If it weren’t for the fact other men besides him would see, he'd tattoo this image of you on his bare forearm.

“Are you ready?” He suppressed a groan.

“Mhm”

“Okay stand up for me” He led you to the mirror where he prepped each bud. During the process, you felt as if you could crawl into yourself. The most beautiful man you'd ever laid eyes on had his hands on your breast. Despite the occasion being nonsexual, you were convinced your arousal would start running down your thigh at any second.

“Is this okay?” He stood behind you.

You gave a simple hum of approval, thoughts gone as he explained how the process would go. You convinced yourself you could handle it, that it would all be over soon.

That was until he rolled the bud in between his fingers, the whimper you'd been holding escaping you.

‘fuck’ ‘fuck’

“Shit, I'm so sorry I- I didn't mean to do that, please understand I had no malicious intentions I just” He stumbled over his words.

He was just explaining the step by step process of the piercing. He wasn't thinking, just craving. He wouldn't have realized his actions if it weren't for the sound you let out. The sound he knew he'd replay in his head the moment you left the shop, stroking his cock as he imagined it were you down on your knees in front of him.

“It's okay” You reassured him. Your big eyes staring up into his through the mirror.

“I didn't…I don't mind”

⋆⭒˚.⋆

Before you knew it you were bouncing on his cock. His moans muffled as his mouth engulfed your breast. Tongue slightly grazing your nipple with the flickers of his tongue before sucking harshly.

He was stretching you out so good, leaky red tip repeatedly hitting your cervix as his frenum piercing brushed against your walls. The added pleasure contributing to the pace of your bounces as you chased your high.

“E-eren please” You whined, attempting to push his head away from the assault on your breast. His hair was everywhere, the ponytail holder long gone the moment your hands entangled in his hair. Your buds were so sensitive, every suck and swipe of his tongue had you squeezing around him, every clench releasing your cream that pooled at the base of his cock.

“Fuck” He groaned, reluctantly giving your boobs a break. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, groping the brown skin before placing a hard slap on your cheek.

“Talk to me, pretty. You like this? Like bouncing on daddy's cock hmm?” His arms wrapped around you tightly as he fucked up into you.

“Oh my- fuck” You gave him control. Your head resting on his shoulder as you let out pornographic moans into his ear.

“Answer me, mama” Another slap landed on your ass.

Before you had time to register the mix of pain and pleasure on your flesh, the gentle pressure of his finger rubbing circles on your puckering hole had you seeing stars.

“Fuck y-yes. I love it so much, daddy. Please don't stop” You whined. Tears of pleasure wetting the crook of his neck.

By no means was Eren a fast finisher but boy was he trying his best to hold on, you're pussy was just squeezing him so tight, the added tension on his scalp as you tugged on it every time he hit the spongy spot along your walls had his nails digging crescents into your skin.

“I'm so close, daddy, please”

“Let go mama” He pressed hot kisses along your neck and shoulder.

In that moment you came, your pussy tightening around the large girth of his cock. Clear liquid squirting from you in streams as he continued his thrust. Your arousal splashing and dripping onto the chair.

With sweat dripping down his forehead, and stray hairs sticking to him, his thrust became sloppy and his breathing became heavier.

“S-shit” He whimpered, head thrown back as he came harder than ever. Repeatedly pushing his load back into your pussy.

“Lemme take you on a date. Please” He panted once you both came down, his hands roaming your body as he looked down at you, green irises peeking out behind his blown pupils.

“Okay, yea- oh” A broken moan escaped you as he moved your hips up and down his length once again.

“Eren” You whined

“Don't tell me you're wiped out after one round, pretty girl. I know you have more in you, mama. Be a good girl for daddy”

for my eren girlies. this is probably the fastest I've ever wrote bc i just needed peircer eren. oh also how do yall feel about pegging bc i feel peircer eren can be a bit subby sometimes ttm. mwah <3

pt.2 wit the pegging ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶꒱ྀི১

[geneviveleocardius]

ethan winters romantic headcanons

after re7, your life together

after the events of louisiana, ethan becomes determined to give you a normal life. he puts all his energy into finding a safe, peaceful home, even if it means moving halfway across the world.

ethan throws himself into fixing up your new home, from painting walls to assembling furniture. he jokes about being the handyman, saying, “guess i’ll stick to hammers instead of handguns now.”

ethan finds peace in quiet evenings with you. whether it’s sitting by the fire or holding your hand on the porch, these moments remind him why everything was worth it.

ethan suggests renewing your vows, not as a grand gesture, but as a way to reaffirm how much you mean to him. “after everything we’ve been through, i want you to know i’d choose you again. every time,” he says softly.

when you tell ethan you’re pregnant, his first reaction is disbelief, followed by a wave of emotion he can’t quite put into words. “we’re going to be parents?” he repeats, his voice trembling with equal parts fear and joy.

ethan becomes obsessed with preparing for the baby. from building the crib to researching the safest baby gear, he wants everything to be perfect.

knowing you’re carrying his child makes ethan even more protective. he insists on doing all the heavy lifting and constantly checks to make sure you’re comfortable.

ethan gets into the habit of talking to your belly, telling the baby about all the adventures you’ve been through. “your mom is amazing, you know? she saved me more times than i can count,” he says with a soft chuckle.

in the quiet of the night, ethan sometimes stays awake just to watch you sleep. the sight of you resting peacefully, with his baby growing inside you, is his greatest source of comfort.

ethan surprises you by painting a mural in the baby’s room. it’s simple but heartfelt, featuring soft colors and nature themes. “i figured she’d like it,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

when ethan holds your daughter for the first time, he’s overwhelmed. “she’s so tiny,” he whispers, cradling her like she’s the most precious thing in the world. his eyes brim with tears he doesn’t try to hide.

ethan quickly becomes the dad who does everything—midnight feedings, diaper changes, and rocking her to sleep. he jokes, “i think she already likes me more than you,” whenever she calms down in his arms.

ethan takes countless photos and videos of your daughter, wanting to capture every milestone. “she’s only this small once,” he says, snapping a picture of her tiny hand wrapped around his finger.

the first time your daughter giggles, ethan’s heart melts. he spends hours making silly faces and noises just to hear her laugh again.

your mornings together are filled with soft sunlight, baby giggles, and ethan humming while he makes breakfast. it’s a far cry from the chaos you both survived, but it’s exactly what he wanted.

sometimes ethan wakes up in the middle of the night, haunted by the past. he checks on you and your daughter, reassuring himself that you’re both safe.

your daughter becomes ethan’s constant companion. he carries her everywhere in his arms or a sling, even when he’s fixing something around the house.

ethan often whispers promises to your daughter while she sleeps. “i’ll protect you, no matter what. you’ll never have to go through what we did.”

as she grows, ethan makes sure your daughter knows how much love there is in your little family. “your mom is the bravest person i know,” he tells her, his voice full of admiration.

ethan’s world shifts entirely around rose’s safety. every decision he makes, every precaution he takes, is for her and for you. “as long as we’re together, nothing can hurt us,” he assures you both.

by the time resident evil 8 unfolds, ethan’s love for his family is his driving force. he faces every nightmare not out of a sense of duty, but out of an all-consuming need to protect you and rose, the lights of his life.

[lifeofpriya]

Lakeside Love - William Nylander

[gif credit goes to @ghiessa]

shout out to @jackhues for helping me with this fic 🫶🏼

summary: why did Willy plan a trip to Stockholm so suddenly...?

You wake up to the sound of your phone vibrating on the nightstand next to you. Glancing over, you see a text from William, your boyfriend. Your heart skips a beat as you read his message: "Pack your bags, baby. I've got a surprise for you." A smile spreads across your face, and you quickly get out of bed, eager to see what William has planned for you.

As you step out of the shower and begin to get dressed, you can't help but think back to when William first mentioned the idea of going on a trip together. It was during one of his drunk ramblings after a game, and you had accidentally overheard him talking about it to his teammates. You knew then that he was planning something special for you, but you never imagined it would be this soon.

You make your way downstairs to find William pacing back and forth in the living room. He spins around when he hears you enter the room, a nervous smile on his face. "Hey, baby," he says, his voice shaking slightly. "Are you ready?"

You nod, your heart racing with anticipation. "Where are we going?" you ask, trying to contain your excitement.

William grins and reaches into his pocket, pulling out an envelope. He hands it to you, and you open it to find two plane tickets, one for you and one for him. Your eyes widen as you read the destination: Stockholm, Sweden.

"Stockholm? But why there?" you ask, confused.

William smiles and pulls you close, his hands warm on your shoulders. "I have a surprise for you, remember?" he says, his voice low and full of promise. "You'll see when we get there."

You let out a soft laugh, your heart still racing with anticipation. "Okay, mystery man," you say, teasing him. "Let's go."

William grins and grabs his wallet, pulling out some cash. "I'll have a car pick us up in an hour," he says, stuffing the bills back into his wallet. "Pack everything you need, and don't forget your passport."

You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling up inside you. This is really happening. You're going to Sweden with William. As you gather your things, you can't help but wonder what kind of surprise he has planned for you. Is it something romantic? Adventurous? Or maybe something completely unexpected?

You pack quickly, throwing clothes and toiletries into your suitcase. You slip on a comfortable pair of jeans and a cozy sweater, not knowing what the weather will be like in Stockholm. You grab your passport from your desk drawer and tuck it into your bag, feeling a sense of anticipation wash over you.

An hour later, a sleek silver car pulls up to your house. William helps you with your luggage, his hands strong and reassuring. You climb into the car, feeling a rush of excitement as you pull away from your home and head towards the airport.

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The journey passes in a blur of nervous energy and anticipation. You can't help but feel a sense of adventure as you step off the plane in Stockholm, the cool autumn air hitting your face. William holds your hand tightly as you make your way through the bustling airport, past the colorful murals and the familiar Swedish flags.

As you step outside, a luxurious black town car pulls up to the curb, its tinted windows hiding whatever lies in store for you. You climb inside, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as the car pulls away from the airport.

The ride is long and winding, taking you through the picturesque Swedish countryside. You can't help but notice the changing leaves and the crisp autumn air, starkly contrasting the warm, humid summers back home.

After what feels like hours, the car pulls up to a quaint little cabin nestled in the woods. Your heart skips a beat as you step out of the car, taking in the breathtaking view of the lake, glistening in the sunlight.

"Welcome to our little slice of heaven," William says, pulling you into a warm embrace. "I hope you like it here."

As you step inside the cabin, you're immediately struck by its rustic charm. The wooden floors creak beneath your feet, and the scent of pine and freshly baked bread fills the air. The living room is cozy, with a roaring fireplace and plush leather couches, while the kitchen is bright and inviting, with a large wooden table that can seat eight.

"This place is amazing," you breathe, turning to face William. "I can't believe you planned all of this."

He smiles, taking your hand in his. "I wanted to do something special for you," he says softly. "Something we'll always remember."

You look around the cabin, taking in the cozy atmosphere. "I think we'll remember this for sure," you say, leaning against your boyfriend.

William leads you to the bedroom, which is warm and inviting, with a large, comfortable bed and a window that overlooks the lake. He helps you unpack your clothes, hanging them neatly in the closet.

As you both settle into the room, William takes your hand and leads you to the window. He points out to the lake, where a small boat awaits you. "I have a surprise for you tonight," he says, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "We're going on a romantic boat ride around the lake."

You can't help but feel your heart skip a beat at his words. This trip has already been so memorable, and you can't wait to see what else William has in store for you. "That sounds wonderful," you breathe, leaning into him.

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As the sun begins to set over the lake, you and William make their way down to the small boat waiting for them. The air is cool against your skin, and the gentle lapping of the water against the shore is soothing. William helps you into the boat, and you both sit down, feeling the rocking of the water beneath you.

The sky is painted with shades of pink and orange, reflecting on the calm surface of the water. You lean back against William, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. He takes your hand in his, and you feel a sense of peace wash over you.

As the sun dips below the horizon, the night sky comes alive with stars. You can see the reflection of the stars on the water, and it feels like you're floating in a sea of twinkling lights. William leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear.

"I've been thinking," he whispers, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I want to make this trip even more special for you."

You lean closer, your heart racing with anticipation. "How?" you breathe.

William smiles, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. "I've been planning this for a long time," he says softly. "You're the love of my life, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

You feel your heart skip a beat as you realize where this is going. Your hands tremble as you look into William's eyes, filled with love and excitement.

"William," you breathe, your voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water. "Are you…?"

He nods, his eyes never leaving yours. "I am," he says, his voice trembling with emotion. "I want to ask you something important, something that's been on my mind for a very long time."

You feel a lump forming in your throat as you realize what's about to happen. This is it. The moment you've been waiting for. The moment you'll share the rest of your life with the love of your life.

You look into William's eyes, and you see the same love and excitement that you feel mirrored back at you. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small box. You can't help but notice the engagement ring inside, sparkling in the moonlight.

"William," you breathe, your voice trembling. "Are you serious?"

He nods, his eyes shining with love and nerves. "I've never been more serious about anything in my life," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Will you marry me?"

Tears well up in your eyes as you look into his face, the love of your life asking you to spend the rest of your life with him. You take the ring from the box and slip it onto your finger, feeling the weight of it as a symbol of the promise you're about to make. "Yes," you breathe, leaning into him. "Yes, I'll marry you."

William's face breaks into a smile, his eyes shining with relief and joy as he slipped the engagement ring onto your ring finger. He pulls you close, his arms wrapped around you, and you can feel the warmth of his body against yours. You lean back against the boat, looking out at the stars reflected in the water, and you know that this is where you're meant to be.

As you both sit in silence, taking in the beauty of the night, you can't help but think about the journey that brought you here. The late-night talks, the long-distance phone calls, the early morning flights. You remember the first time you met, how you both felt a spark that neither of you could ignore. You think about the countless hours you've spent together, laughing, crying, and learning about each other. You feel grateful for every moment, every memory, every emotion that has brought you to this point.

William breaks the silence, his voice soft and tender. "I love you," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. "I've loved you for so long, and I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else."

You look into his eyes, feeling the same love and devotion that he feels for you. "I love you too," you whisper, your fingers intertwining with his. "I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together."

As the boat gently rocks on the water, you lean in for a kiss, feeling the warmth of his lips against yours. You can feel the love and excitement that fills your heart, and you know that this moment will stay with you forever.

William breaks the kiss, his eyes searching yours. "So, what do you think? Is this everything you imagined?"

You laugh softly, pressing your forehead against his. "More than I ever could have imagined," you whisper, feeling a surge of emotion. "Thank you for this, William. For everything."

He smiles, his eyes filled with warmth. "You're welcome, baby. It's been an adventure, hasn't it?"

You nod, your heart filled with joy and gratitude. "It has," you whisper, taking in the beauty of the lake around you. "I'll always remember this moment, this trip, with you."

William leans in, his eyes shining with happiness. "Me too," he says softly. "This is just the beginning of our adventure together."

As the boat slowly glides across the water, you feel a sense of peace wash over you. You look out at the stars, their twinkling lights mirrored in the water. You feel grateful for this moment, for the love you share, and for the adventures that lie ahead.

[quill-pen]

So, question for something ... PERHAPS a little predictable, but regarding Wolf and Bess, do you have any baby nursey hcs for them? :)

These two end up having such a big, loving family, after all. Do they go all out with themes? Or, are they more subtle, and try to make the nursery just a cozy space in general? Or, perhaps a blend of the two?

Ooh, what a good question!

I'd say the theme stays the same throughout all the kids and doesn't get personalized to each new addition much, because once they have their first, it's like, "Since it's possible, we're going to have as many as we can." So the nursery gets planned on being used a LOT.😅

That said, it's not devoid of personality. I see Bess painting the walls up with a soft, soothing, nighttime forest theme. Behind where the crib sits, there's a little mural of a howling wolf on a cliff, silhouetted by a bright full moon. And with each new baby, a little wolf pup silhouette (all painted in slightly different colors) joins Daddy Wolf. The mural continues on with a genuine forest painted around the room (Mickey was absolutely commissioned and paid well, though he probably also volunteered his services as these technically are his nieces and nephews being born after all), and lots of families of forest critters painted in amongst them. Animals of all kinds are heavily featured throughout the decor. In the modern era, I see pale blue fairy lights that have a dimmer strung around the ceiling instead of a nightlight being in use. I don't see neutral colors in the room, and I don't see lots of bright colors either, but I do see soft pastels in use among the darker nighttime shades. It's a very calming and cozy vibe in that room, even with the fussier pups inhabiting it.

Some visitors have mentioned they think it's "too dark and claustrophobic" for a nursery. ("A baby deserves a bright, airy, open place to grow!") The Wolves don't care. It works for their little ones well. And there is a very large (and shuttered and locking) window to open during the day that makes the room as bright and open as any other. Above all else, it's a room crafted and filled with love.

So, all that dreamed up, take what you can out of this to fashion a Sims version for them.😅

[your-tutor-abacus]

A nursery aboard the Sunspot.

(I've written this in a rather dry way for the purposes of informing Earthlings about our culture, since denizens of the Sunspot will already be familiar with all of this.) On the Sunspot, children hatch from eggs. Everyone hatched within the same 250 year period is considered to be the same generation, while everyone conceived on the same day can be said to belong to the same cohort. And each nursery holds twelve members of the same cohort.

The people of the Sunspot like to do things in either 16s or 31s, due to their numbering systems, but it has been observed that the ideal upper range for number of children per caretaker is six. So, each nursery is designed to accommodate a minimum of two caretakers.

There are no actually hard, legal limits to the structures of families aboard the Sunspot, but people do tend to follow the common wisdom and known ideals. Many caretakers do choose to only raise one child at a time. Quite a bit more choose two to four children. And it is pretty rare that an individual chooses more than six. Caretakers also are known to form families with each other in partnership or polycules.

Children and Caretakers also come with their Tutors, and so a household with three Caretakers and eight children, for instance, will have eleven Tutors, and a grand total of twenty-two family members. This type of arrangement is not at all unheard of.

Nurseries like this one will often have artwork created or selected by the Caretakers and Tutors who have been assigned to children expected to hatch. The walls can be decorated with illustrations or murals, and the furniture can be configured and customized for individual needs.

Most Caretakers like to spend some time with their eggs before they hatch, though it isn't considered necessary for fetal development. Ktletaccete are not human and their needs are different from those of human fetuses and babies.

Nevertheless, the individual incubators are fitted with a full sensory and environmental suite that's integrated with the rest of the nursery, designed to simulate the effects of being in a hatching pond. And the lighting of the room is even programmed to not only recreate the cycle of day and night, but also the passing shadows of predators, other fauna, and/or visiting parents, as it is believed would be experienced in the wild.

The lighting is usually kept much darker than what is depicted here, but it can be allowed to get this bright for short periods of time.

If you walk in and sit down next to one of your eggs and talk to it, it will be exposed to the sound of your speech as transmitted by water at levels adjusted for safety. It is not believed that this will help the child recognize or bond with their Caretaker, as that demonstrably happens later in development, but some Caretakers find that it helps them bond with their children.

When an egg begins to hatch, both its Caretaker and Tutor are alerted so that they can be present to help the new child take their first breaths and be shown how to eat and drink. Tutors tend to be the ones to carry the children to their Caretaker's quarters.

Although their eggs are clearly similar to those of what humans would classify as amphibians, most freshly hatched Ktletaccete aboard the Sunspot are not especially amphibious themselves. Depending on the observed development of each child, the water is usually drained from the incubator as they hatch, and the bell jar is lifted when an adult is there ready to assist them. In the case of amphibious or aquatic children, the procedure is suitably different with further assistive technology.

What is depicted in this scene are a number of eggs in their early development, so the fetuses all appear very similar. In the upcoming months they will begin to metamorph into very unique forms, even developing feathers, hair, and/or scales according to their individual genetics. Limb configurations can vary dramatically, too. Some children have none, while others have up to six bony limbs. Almost always occurring in pairs.

In the earliest stages of conception and development, the glass of the incubators is kept opaque. But when the fetuses start to develop eyes, the glass becomes transparent. Some fetuses are more interactive than others at this stage. But, even with nanite neural terminals present from conception onward, there is no clear evidence of emotional bonding until after the eggs hatch.

[otomes-and-tears]

Hey can you write HCS for Jumin and V with an MC who decides to make a baby care company after she gets pregnant with their first child and it turns out to be very profitable

♦️ Jumin and V with an MC that runs a baby care company ♦️

► tags/warnings: Pregnancy

► word count: 1000

► A/N: Getting a new puppy is great, until he wakes you up by howling at 3 AM. At least I got to get a lot of writing done!

I’ll do a more thorough spell-check and formatting tomorrow when I’m not on mobile.

► Masterlist

Jumin

You never realised how expensive a child was until you’ve gotten pregnant;

Of course, as Jumin’s spouse, you know that money isn’t an issue at all;

You could buy the most expensive and lavish items possible and not have to worry about the cost;

And you just know that he would be delighted with it;

But you weren’t born into riches, not like he was. You still looked at price tags and cringed at the cost. You’d still compare the price of the gifts he would buy you with your previous rent prices;

It’s not something you can help— you’re better at accepting his gifts, because you know that they are his way of showing how much he loves you, but buying expensive things by yourself was still difficult;

But shopping for furniture for your baby’s nursery made you think about all the mothers who weren’t as lucky as you;

People who had a child and couldn’t afford to rest easy knowing they didn’t have to worry about the extra costs;

So you started thinking of ideas to help— workshopping ideas for baby care essentials that were affordable, but still durable and safe;

It helped that you were actively doing research about things you’d need and what to look out for,so you could best refine your ideas into something perfect;

You brought Jumin your findings only a few short months before your due date;

Making sure to stress that no, you haven’t been overworking yourself and that you and your baby were absolutely fine;

Honestly, he was very proud of you;

For having an eye for business and trying to make a product to fill a niche, and for trying to best to use your resources to help other people;

He saw potential in your project, even if it needed some polishing, and offered his full support to make it happen;

He ends up being more involved in this project then he is in most;

Jumin wants to make sure that your vision is realized, so he lets you take lead, but he has more experience with the business side of things and can offer you insight into what’s actually achievable;

Jaehee is even brought on board! She’s delighted at not having to work on another cat product, and by being your project it means that you scold Jumin every time he demands too much of her;

You only end up launching the line a few years later;

Since it was a baby care line you and Jumin wanted to make sure you didn’t rush anything and that all your products were as close to perfect as possible;

He’s so proud of your success;

Even if he gave you support, it was still the fruits of your labor. The result of your vision and your ideas;

Jumin was just happy that he was able to assist you in making them a reality;

You treat him to dinner with your first paycheck and for the first time in your marriage he’s happy to let you pay.

Jihyun

It all started when you were scrolling through your social media, looking for inspiration;

And all you would find online were sad, white and beige nurseries;

You understood how nice it was to have a consistent aesthetic, and you could appreciate perfectly color coded instagram feeds;

But children deserve pretty rooms with vibrant colors!;

The “sad beige baby” aesthetic bothered you so much you ended up ranting to your Jihyun about it;

As an artist he completely understood your frustrations and promised that when the time came to paint your child’s room, he would make a beautiful mural filled with vibrant colors;

And… that kind of gave you an idea;

Jihyun was an artist! Couldn’t you customize a few of your baby’s things to make them resemble a piece of art?;

You started out small— you grabbed one of Jihyun’s blank sketchbooks and tried your best to sketch out simple toys;

Building blocks, teddy bears and rattles;

When it came time to paint your sketches, you tried to mimic your husband’s techniques when he plays around with more abstract colors and shapes, trying your best to make it something that would fit into a child’s room;

And… well, it didn’t look as good as his work, but it still wasn’t bad!;

When you moved on to more practical products— trying to keep in mind what you’ve previously painted to make sure they’d reasonably look good as a set, without taking away their uniqueness;

Once you were done, you excitedly run to Jihyun to show him your work;

He praises your art, first and foremost, emotional about having inspired you to create something;

He’s able to point you in the direction of someone that’s able to help you create prototypes, and is more than happy to help you nail down the first designs by refining your sketches and paintings;

It feels good to collaborate on something;

You have both gone through so much together, but there’s still a lot you don’t know about him;

Art allows Jihyun to express these things in his own way, and by being able to witness and collaborate in this process you feel a little closer to him;

When the prototypes are ready you almost squeal with joy! Well… it’s going to be a while before your child can play with these, but you can’t wait until that day comes;

But you’ve enjoyed the whole process of creating so much you can’t shake off the idea of making this a business;

Your main goal is to make your products practical, comfortable and aesthetically pleasing;

When you launch, you’re happy to see other families embracing your vision!;

In the next few years, your company becomes a huge success, and Jihyun is with you every step of the way;

He’s happy to paint new prints for you, or to add his own ideas to your work if you ask him to;

No one is as supportive and loyal as him!

[toxic-spike-plumeria]

The Mural

Rated M for Mature for sexual themes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.

Note: Takes part in my Cigarettes and Hibiscus universe, art description is inspired by MCR's Revenge era, and punk propaganda art. If it helps, I wrote the ending while listening "Welcome to the Black Parade".

The first time Plumeria had seen The Mural, as it was so affectionately called, was the day she had arrived in Spikemuth.  She didn't understand the meaning or sentiment behind it at the time, all she saw was beauty and art- on pitch black background was a side profile view of Piers, cyan eyes glinting with a large, dark starburst, as he sported his signature colors of black and white and magenta, underneath the portrait was a decaying, waving paperesque-stlyed banner that read “Our Lord of Sorrows”.  Below him to the left was another side profile of a young woman, with side shaved pigtails, and blue eyes that almost matched the man she was depicted beside.  Her colors were still vibrant, but softer, a bright baby pink and light gray with a deep indigo shadow, her banner reading “Spiritus Tenax”.  The portraits were graffiti’d in a mix of noir/deco/grunge, true to the anarchist style of the city leaders it displayed so proudly.  Plumeria was blown away by it, completely mesmerized, her drive to reconnect with her boyfriend all the stronger.  Just like the music notes behind him on the bricking, she followed the sounds of heavy guitars and eerily angelic vocals to her other half, pouring his heart out on stage, their eyes meeting, and worlds connecting in less than a second. 

He stopped mid song to embrace her, something that shocked everyone around, before leading her to the front, and continuing on.  Without knowing why the two Yell grunts acting security kept the strange, new woman safe from prying eyes and glares and stares of the others.  Something shifted in Spikemuth that day, everyone could tell.

A few more months had passed before The Mural was passed by again from either of the couple.  This time it was Piers who had noticed it, the image that had been there for so many years, ever since he took over the gym, suddenly changed overnight, raising a brow and piquing his interest.  He could see from the main road bold shades of rosy pink and lemon yellow highlights had been aurad'd around another figure that sat to Piers’ right.  Upon further inspection he smirked, noting the figure of his lover there, one leg bent to her chest, arms wrapped around it, tender eyes looking out.  She had no banner, but around her like a halo was the phrase “Tenebris Lux”.  He immediately took a picture and sent it to Plumeria, providing no explanation.  Something within his heart fluttered with a newfound pride for his city, and a new spark for her.  He couldn't wipe the smile from his face the rest of the way home, or when he took Plumeria to bed upon arrival.  

Tenebris lux: the light in the darkness.  And in the dark of their shared room, naked bodies twisting and breathing heavy, hearts full of passion and love, Piers could see why the painter, whomever they may be, gave her that as her descriptor.  Underneath his form, covered in sweat, panting hard and moaning loud, Plumeria was the only light he'd ever need.   And he'd swear she glowed with every orgasm, lighting up the room, and his soul.

Then just like that his light was snuffed out, and he was left in the darkness once again.  Her part in the mural became a memoriam, golden flecks and peace crosses added to her halo. Her once warm eyes now closed forever, covered by a blackened shroud.  The word ‘Sorrow’ in Piers’ title had been bolded, the paint dripping like the tears he often shed.

In Alola she was a martyr, though only to Ula’ula and Akala, where her efforts and sacrifice made way to revelation and freedom, but not without war.  And every war has casualties.  

The siblings had seen the update before they had seen the arrival.  And a striking update it was- the whole of The Mural had changed, from poses to colors; only the titles and art style itself stayed the same.  The mural now centered on the theme of family, with Marnie now sporting the official gym leader clothing of Spikemuth, her stare one of determination, eyes bright and large.  She held a wide stance, a dusk ball popped open with a freshly released Morpeko, metallic bronzed thunder bolts painted over small splashes of magenta and baby pink , the rest of her portrait grayscale monochrome, except for the blue in her eyes.

Piers was stationed above her to the left, donning his performance uniform of plaid distressed pants and a printed tee with a spiked jacket, his trusty Obstagoon modeled to his left side, rocking out in its signature pose, both monochrome save for Piers’ cyan eyes and splatters of aquamarine and violet shadowing them.  His notorious medallion and jacket spikes had been accentuated with a metallic silver paint, adding definition and shine. His face, crying the last he saw, was dark and energized, his fist raised in rebellion.   

Lastly, to his right stood Plumeria, her left arm up, holding a metallic golden ball of light, while Alohi was cradled in her right arm.  She was dressed in her signature concert outfit- high rise pleather shorts paired with split top halter and fishnet shirt, completed by the studded leather jacket Piers had gotten made for her, and her signature fashion boots.  A halo of metallic golden paint adorned her head, and her eyes were flaked golden as well.  Harsh blotches of yellow and rosy acted as a backsplash against the monochrome, much like how Marnie's and Piers’ portraits were done. And all around her body were the scars Guzma had left when Piers had followed her to Alola.  Right before she was gone forever…but who here would know about those?

The banner waved anew, freshly painted and waved so that all three bore their titles: Our Lord of Sorrows, Spiritus Tenax, and Plumeria’s new title- Our Lady of Resilience.  Upon further inspection Marnie noticed that the banner wasn't the only thing ‘freshly’ painted. The whole mural had been redone recently, the fumes still wafting in the air, if barely, and further down the alleyway were the empty cans of colors, appropriately discarded into their respective receptacles. 

Piers had never run so fast in his life.  The only way anyone could know about the scars was to see them.  He damn near busted the door down to the apartment, Marnie hot on his trail.  And when they finally entered, they say a very confused Plumeria looking around, before being tackled in a crushing, loving embrace by her other half.  She was real, she was here, and she was alive.  Piers sobbed in her arms, joined soon by his sister, both having missed the Alolan in their own way. That night Piers made another vow to her, so that he would never be far from her again.  He couldn't bear it.

The mural only changed twice more after that.  When Plumeria joined Marnie as a co host  to the gym, her outfit and pose on the mural were changed to reflect her poison type colors of neon green and electric purple. Her hand now holding a poison barb, and Alohi's evolution into Veneon was updated.  

The final time it changed was the day Piers and Plumeria wed.  Their colors, for the most part, stayed the same- monochrome clothes with splashes of their personal pallets behind them, save for the color of their eyes, and the newly adorned metallic silver and gold coronets above their heads.  They were modeled in their wedding clothes, Piers in his distressed and spiked tuxedo and jacket, and Plumeria in her layered satin and mesh corseted gown.  They faced each other, Plumeria holding a bouquet of her name bearing flowers along with their sacred fire blooms from Alola. Piers held her chin in his hand, tilting her head slightly, ready to lean in for the matrimonial kiss.  The banner twisted around them this time, reading the phrase “Tenebris Tenetur, Lux Est”. Two smaller scrolls below their portraits revealed their new titles: Our King of Pains, Our Queen of Hearts.  Marnie had been removed from this mural, having her own now, located across on the other side of the alley.  She still wore her uniform, and was still posed with her Morpeko, the metallic bronzed bolts shimmering over a scattering of her colors, matching a metallic bronze tiara above her head.  On her banner was her new title as well: Our Lady of Tenacity.  And this was how Spikemuth's royalty stayed immortalized.

[fisheito]

i understand you perfectly!! i think maybe some people have less coordination to catch the bouncy ball brain that can happen when someone's excited and passionate abt smthn is maybe why others have said they have trouble understanding what you mean sometimes? but it made perfect sense to me and YHHEEESS!!!!! YES I WANT YAKUMO TO BE SEEN BY CHICKENS!!!!!!! i think about him as a wee one a lot bc there's SO much sand in the sandbox to make little sandyakus out of. like are forest animals less likely to be wary of him because more yokai (as far as we've seen) are in the forests? COW YOKAI WHEN?? (just olivines halloween costume and i just finished polishing my milk bucket)

thinking of a very scared little snakey boy crying hysterically over a duck flapping at him is so sad but also. too funny im so sorry yakumo. grandma and grandpa have their work cut out for them to not only raise a semi feral child but whatever yard birds they have keep trying to fight and there's only so much you can do while holding a long and terrified child on your hip who may or may not understand the common language at this point!! child yakumo is FASCINATING and i want to know so much more about what they had to deal with, like the only humanity he's ever known was 1) cave murals for him to base his DIY human form and 2) fuckers both small and adult size terrorizing him in the cave

personally! i like the idea that even after operation cave adoption yakumo was pretty immediately in fawn mode and probably had a very deep understanding of behavior that gets smiles and soft touches vs behavior that gets loud and angry (like most full ass human children do) but like? what if he had a biting streak like a lot of other full ass human children do? is it just instinct? does he have fangs?????? (i say yes but im a monsterlover first human third) i also think it would be funny and also sweet if the chickens are PISSED at a snake coming into their yard and their hutch but wait! snake has corn? corn? corn? corn? this snake can stay. i think little yakumo should get to hug a chicken!!! they're very friendly and like people and many of them like to be pet and snuggled it's his right as a country boy to show up at his grandparents and have many excited birds running to see him. ladies LOVE this guy

also grampa harvesting(?? is that the word. collecting. idk) eggs and yakumo helping for the first time and he's like "look :) this is an egg for us to eat. it's how the chickens say thank you for giving them a house :)" and baby yaks just. holds egg every carefully. eyes big with wonder. places a raw ass unwashed still has some straw on it egg into his mouth and swallows it whole. grampa watches his jaw pop in and out of place. grampa needs a smoke after this one. stories to tell eiden while looking at the baby pictures when yakumo is in the bathroom. he comes back to the main room and eidens like "aww yakumo why didn't you tell me you solved your grandparents mouse problem within the first month of you staying here 🥺 that's so sweet" "mmhmm mmhmm. he just slurped them up like spaghetti and i only fainted twice seeing the tail hanging out of his mouth" (yakumo is so embarrassed he levels the entire klein continent)

AND AND speaking of small animals and me having 0 memory of canon did bring it up i DESPERATELY want to know how topper felt the first time he had to meet yakumo. did he get super poofy and do the weasel war dance because predator with essence close to Quincy range? or did he just scamper into the kitchen one day and tug on the hem of yakumos pants like "excuse me papá said you would make me a sandwich" bc we know they can understand each other and that topper is a chill little guy, but just how smooth was the first interaction!!!

i also! feel like i am a bit incomprehensible here ahaha. i think a lot of it is the excitement, and my very scattered attention span and energy levels. we are playing intellectual racquetball. but you are very understandable to me and very funny and very kind! thank you for appreciating the creatureness of yaks and giving him lots of thought and love and chickens. and for allowing me to put this long ass ask in your box 🩷🐟

I AM ADDING TO UR LONG ASS ASK WITH MY LOMG ASREPLY wEEEEE

i didn;t think any of that was incomprehensible but then again who am i to act as a baseline for comprehension sfoijiseojclokls thank u for ur long ass ask every paragraph filled me with visions and made me engage in More THan Just Sensible Chuckle

(side note: i kno we all joke about olivine being cow but . kinda makes sense. they're curious and intelligent... they have complicated social structures and bffs... they are gentle but also tanks and will destroy u if that is their true desire. does olivine like being brushed? i'll have to wait to find out)

-i cannot believe it didn't click but grandma and granpa rly DID raise a feral baby. i always wonder how lil yaku ... ebven formed his human body? like, what informed his knowledge of human anatomy? behaviour? processes and??? uhhh i'll just pretend it was magical Great Serpent generational knowledge embedded in his DNA or smth bc aint no way yaku learning how to be People from the bullies, like u said 😥

DO SNAKES MOUTH ON THINGS? like, gnaw on things with their gummy litl mouths to figure out the world? i know they usually use their tongue to investigate but the image of a baby snake... who doesn't know that a certain food item is too big for them... so they keep trying to eat it from diff angles. but it's not working and tehy're not venomous so their only weapon is to squeeze something , which is not helpful in subduing the stationary giant food item but i guess this is the point where they try to figure out how to unhinge their jaw properly (technique is important!!) so. i guess they succeed in the end? How big is too big for an unhinged snake jaw?? child yakumo pouting because he can't eat an entire pampo in one bite? 😅

-desperately necessary visual: yakumo and eiden pulling up to the ol' farm in their carriage. they disembark. eiden spots the ladies (hens) running from the horizon. the chickens keep comin'. some are HAULING FEATHERY ASS. some are more casual trotters. eiden starts to recognise the speed demons in the flock (he will name them and narrate a race in his head every time they visit). yakumo is surprised they recognise him, even tho they do this EVERY TIME he visits. he promptly gives them snacks from his stash.

re: topper... i'd guess that since topper met yakumo post-eiden, he wouldn't register yaku as a threat. yaku has chilled out by that point, and always smells like tasty human food. WAS THERE A CANONICAL MOMENT ALREADY DISCLOSED WHERE TOPPER MET YAKUMO FOR THE FIRST TIME??? I DO NOT KNOW. topper just seems abnormally chill and friendly sooo I shall guess that topper would survey the vibes of yakumo and go "that seems like. a quiet fella. smells like meat. will he give me treats? paPA, does he provide treats???" quincy: idk go ask topper: NOICE (hops off to investigate yakumo's treat quotient) so drama-free. finally someone who speaks your language. both squeaks AND food 🥰

anyway your entire ask is just a compilation of things i need to see PLEASE FORTHE LOVE OF SNAKES the images are so vivid. so cute. i simply must (clenches fists) (clenches toes)

[lefthandedhotch]

linnnnn!!!!! hellooo🥰 you have a new home!!! this is amazing and so fun!!! so here i am with my first ask of many more to come 🥰💞💞💞 I LOVE YOUUU🥰🥰🥰 since you're settling into a New Blog i have a moving with hotchy and kiddos thought because it's very fitting🥰🥺����

it's the home of yours and aaron's DREAMS!!! perfect size for you and him and jack and your oldest toddler girl and the new baby on their way!!!!! and if your kiddos ever spot a stray kitty or puppy and their cute pleading eyes win against you and aaron, there's enough space for them, too🤭🤭🤭 the team are a huuuge help especially since Everyone is fussing over your very pregnant self and making sure you dont carry heavy Anything🤭 you slump down on the squishy rocker in the nursery, admiring the paint job that derek and penelope had put together a few days ago while aaron and rossi put together the nursery furniture🥺🥺🥺 there's a handpainted mural on one wall and it gets you all weepy at all the animals and butterflies and cute things that penelope painted because their all imperfect and full of LOVE, you get all weepy and rub your bump and you're all sniffly as you talk to your baby and tell her that's she's such a lucky girl, you're so excited for her to come into this warm and loving family :'))) rossi nods aaron over to you and he takes care of finishing up the rest of the changing table while aaron goes over to you and leans down to press a kiss to your head🥺🥺🥺 you two chat and exchange many, many kisses while listening to the sounds of your oldest girl and jack run around the halls and explore all the new rooms that they're bound to leave their toys all over🤭🤭🤭💞💞💞💞💞

hehehehehehe hiiiiiii jess-jesssssss I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 EEEEK the perfect first little hotchner family ask for the Settling In Times 🤭🤭🤭🤭💕💕💕💕

WEEPS!!!!!! 🥹 aaron has been keeping his eye on you the whole day to make sure you’re not exerting yourself too much or lifting anything too heavy but also! because while you tried to blame it on your hormones, when you guys said goodbye to the apartment that had been home for your little family since you moved in with aaron and jack, you had been so so weepy and sad :( you love this home that you guys are moving to and it really really is your dream home but it’s hard to say goodbye to the place where you have so many memories of growing your little family 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 but!!!!! as you walk around your new dream home with jack and his lil sis chasing each other around the place and the team all working soooooo hard to help you and aaron make this place ready for livin, you’re just so so excited for all the memories you’re going to make in this new place!!!!!! and you’re so in love with aaron and the sweet crinkles by his eyes as he smiles all soft at you and strokes your cheek as he murmurs “doing okay?” before giving you the sweeeeeeeeeetest smooch in the world when you grin at him and nod “we’re just great, lovey” and take in the sounds of all the life and all the Love filling your home 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕💕💕🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺

[cru5h-cascades]

and now... the moment y'all have been waiting for...

A Tears of the Kingdom trailer breakdown!

Heeeey everyone! For once I'm actually gonna make a trailer breakdown for Tears of the Kingdom! When I saw the trailer, I just couldn't ignore all the details in it! Anyways, with that being said, let's hop to it!

While Link is skydiving (40 sec mark), we can see crop circle-like markings on the ground in the top left and top right corners of the screen. Top left looks like a dragon and top right looks like a teardrop. Perhaps these are mazes like the ones in BotW. Or maybe they're something greater than those labybrinths...

A few seconds later, we see some pillars of light on the ground with a tower of sorts in the middle of the light source. Maybe these are supposed to be the replacement for Sheika towers.

Looks like Hateno Village got a bit of a glow up! I wonder what new stores will be introduced...

And it looks like after BotW all the malice surrounding Hyrule Castle dissapeared and it's safe for people to go over there again! But... one question: why would they go back when Hyrule Castle is gone and Ganon's back? Whatever. It's good to see life coming back to Hyrule.

At the minute and two seconds mark we get our first look at what appears to be the Zonai shrines! If that's the case, they look awesome!

Hyrule Castle has been relocated to what looks like the Gerudo Desert. Maybe the castle relocates whenever you move to an importaint location in the story (on the surface).

New Death Mountain areas! Finally, an actual reson to go there besides for the shrines and Goron Town (I'm so sorry!)

We get a shot of a mysterious flying ship at the minute and a half mark. Dunno what else to say about this other than that the ship looks sick as hell.

Shots of what appear to be either full blown dungeons or just shrines (and it looks we can get a skydiving suit, too! I wonder how...)

At the minute and forty second mark we get a shot of a new character that may be of importaint significance in the story. Suprisingly, this being is the same one that we see in the mural from a few trailers ago! Perhaps this is Hylia herself?

Around the minute fifty second mark we see the throne room of Hyrule Castle back to normal... or so it looks like...

5 seconds later we get the big reveal: Zelda's still alive after that big ass fall we've seen in the past few trailers!

Some unknown character talks about Link being the final hope of Hyrule (or something like that). Who this character might be? I'll leave that to your imagination.

Some Death Star-lookin' object can be seen on screen. Dunno what else to say besides that.

We see Link with some of the decendants of the Champions (Yunobo and Teba's child?) (this isn't the only time the Champion decendants are shown!)

Two minutes and thirty four seconds in we see what looks like the second most amazing thing in the trailer (besides lore): mech battles are real! Woooo baby!

Eldritch demon looking spider/crab thing. Most likely a boss.

Looks like Zelda's holding a Nayru Tear from Skyward Sword... funny... goddess tears in TotK *flashbacks to silent realm Lanayru Desert intensify*

Three minutes in we see malice take over Link's arm. I have nothing else to say about that exept that.

3 seconds later we see Ganon back in the flesh and not looking like a demon spawn from hell or a husky boi from the past few trailers!

6 seconds after that last point I made we see some lady that has almost the same outfit Zelda wears in TotK. She might be of some importance in the story. As for her identity, it remails a mystery.

Riju makes a comeback!!!

Some battle-ready villagers standing alongside Link. Nothing more, nothing less.

Sidon makes a comeback!!!

Speaking of that scene in particular...

Potential multiplayer reveal???

Anyways, moving on.

The Champion decendants help Link fight a hydra-lookin' dragon

And finally, looks like Zelda's in some different area of Hyrule. Or somewhere else...

And that's all I have! If y'all find something else, feel free to add on in the notes (comment or reply, I don't care)!

[weirdlet]

Long story short, we reached the barrow, our leader got portaled elsewhere on account of sick player + new baby, which, understandable. Blundered our way through several traps, including having to burn some really caustic mold off our skins, guided by laughing will o’ wisps.

We get teleported into the area surrounding the tomb rooms, which is a giant pillar in the middle of an underdark ocean. There are guard drakes. There are drow. There is an evil sword whispering about Lolth. There is, I shit you not, another young dragon, this time a black one.

The drow get taken out with one Shatter- god I love that spell- and we grind down the dragon, which is first blinded and then flies out over the edge of the cliff, where Glory, my flying tiefling, falcon-dives on him with a shriek like a bat out of hell and a rapier full of sneak attack- plus an off-hand dagger right to the eye.

The dragon falls into the water below. The wisps start saying something we can’t translate- they seemed to defer to the dragon, maybe they were trying to suck up? Who knows- but with the last of our resources and having been somewhat whack-a-mole ourselves with being alive and upright, we take out the wisps. Climb down to the dragon’s lair and sack it. Teleport back to the other door, the one we didn’t explore yet.

There is a coffin. There are murals. There is a headband of intellect gifted to one of the orcish trossfrau, who, as an eldritch knight, is literally the only one of us with any major mechanical use for it (I mean, I’d love to be able to FIND traps and not just disarm them, but that’s another rant).

So she has her third eye squeegeed, so to speak, and starts helping us figure out the riddle of the coffin of the ancient dragonslayer. Again, it is too long, let me sum up.

We have two dragonslaying swords now, one inhabited by the spirit of the dragonslayer and first queen of neverwinter, the other by the spirit of the bitter black dragon we killed. It’ll be interesting to see how that thing’s whispers hold up against the military discipline of our soldierly barbarian tortle.

Make camp, collapse, and in the middle of the night, a portal opens and our leader beckons us through, saying ‘guys- we got problems.’

Will we find out where our merc company leader’s wastrel son is at? Will there be consequences for having killed three dragons (albeit small ones) before seventh level? Will we, in fact, ever actually get paid for taking this job? Tune in next week for Glory’s Travails!

[lostandfoundfm]

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⸻ 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

if you’re hearing COME ON EILEEN by DEXYS MIDNIGHT RUNNERS playing, you have to know LUCILLE “LUCY” ARCHER (SHE/HER/HERS; CIS WOMAN) is near by! the THIRTY-THREE year old AUTHOR has been in denver for, like, THIRTY-THREE YEARS. they’re known to be quite IDEALISTIC, but being SPIRITED seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble EMILIA CLARKE. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those SEEKING BUT NEVER FINDING, BRIGHT YELLOW JUMPSUITS, POORLY PAINTED MURALS IN EACH ROOM OF HER HOUSE, and THE LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the CHERRY CREEK DISTRICT long enough!

hello, i'm lauryn! i'm twenty-two years old and currently reside in the cst timezone. my preferred pronouns are she/her/hers. i'm looking forward to writing with everyone! below is some information about lucy.

✗ ⸻ BACKGROUND

[ ! ] TRIGGER WARNING : adoption, mention of bullying, unhealthy relationships (codependency), running away from home, implied mental illness, breakup

0 0 1 ⸻ lucille archer is a denver native born in colorado’s capital to a single mother named eleanor. her adoption had been arranged since a month after eleanor found out she was pregnant. lucy’s father skipped out at the first sign of serious commitment, and eleanor didn’t feel mentally or physically equipped to raise a child, so lucy was placed with janie and craig archer. they had always had it in their mind that they would rather adopt than conceive a biological child, and thus little baby lucy was placed with them directly after her birth.

0 0 2 ⸻ janie and craig were relatively eccentric parents who had a fairly atypical parenting style. they treated lucy as more of an equal than their subordinate, taking into consideration what she thought and felt about decisions in the family. janie was an acclaimed artist whose work was featured in galleries around the country, while craig was an author who wrote mystery novels. the two were nomadic before lucy’s birth, but the arrival of their child kept them in place in denver. they didn’t want to uproot her, and lucy expressed discomfort with that from a young age, as well.

0 0 3 ⸻ while there were certain obvious things that lucy couldn’t do, her parents let her make her own decisions for the most part. if she wanted to attend church with a friend or start playing soccer, they didn’t question it. their idea was that lucy would learn something about herself in the process, or learn something about life that could be applied in some area. outsiders to the family thought that they were rather pretentious, but lucy grew up appreciating the way she was raised and the things she was surrounded by.

0 0 4 ⸻ janie and craig’s relationship was one that inspired lucy in many ways. she wanted to have something similar, something real. her head was full of beautiful ideas and wonderful notions, but she had trouble physically manifesting them. she would write them down as they came to her, but holding them in her hands didn’t ever bring her much joy. as a result, lucy grew up to be a hopeless romantic in many ways. she not only romanticized her relationships with others, but also life itself. it led to some joyous moments, but some harsh letdowns, as well.

0 0 5 ⸻ lucy had an average outlook on school; she didn’t really struggle with it, but much of it was monotonous. at her house, they were painting the walls every other tuesday and shamelessly failing at singing opera; school seemed dull in comparison. lucy was allowed to dress herself from a young age, and this wasn’t always met with positive reactions from her peers. if there was one thing that was well drilled into her, however, it was to be confident in who she was and what she wanted, rather than take into account what others thought she should be.

0 0 6 ⸻ having such relaxed parents may have not gone well for others, but janie and craig got lucky with lucy. she was receptive to her parents’ thoughts and statements while also taking into account her own. whether or not it was their intention, janie and craig raised an artistic, confident young girl who could surely take on high school with her head held high… right?

0 0 7 ⸻ wrong. high school tore apart many of lucy’s preconceived notions about the world, as it does for many others. lucy felt neglected by her peers, like she was an outcast. she really only had one friend, her closest friend since childhood, and she wanted that to be enough, but it wasn’t. this beautiful world she had created in her mind wasn’t quite rooted in reality. in reality, her crushes never really liked her back and she wasn’t often recognized for her strengths and talents. after a while, all of the positive affirmations from her parents just became white noise. she would think, well, they were her parents, they had to like her.

0 0 8 ⸻ lucy had always known she was adopted, and she was fine with that, but being rejected by the world as a teenager rocked that stability and security that she had with the idea. it wasn’t until age fifteen where she met someone who was enamored with her. they appeared to relate to her struggles and understand her way of thinking. it was a hell of a high for lucy who was finally getting her wish of having such a passionate relationship.

0 0 9 ⸻ it felt like it was them against the world, and lucy’s outlook on life had been taken to new heights. it wasn’t healthy, she would recall in retrospect. of course, they didn’t really know any better. they were caught up in it all, the whole first love experience. maybe a little too caught up in it seeing as how they devised a plan to run off together.

0 1 0 ⸻ it wasn’t a well thought out plan whatsoever. he could drive and she was able to scrounge up some money, so they took off toward texas. it was a whirlwind romance, she thought. what could be more romantic? only, the dream didn’t last. barely a week in, they were virtually out of money and growing weary. the idea seemed so grandiose and big and incredible, and now they knew that it was a stupid, impulsive thing to do. they were coming down from the ideas of running off and becoming their own people and taking on the world together and building a life, and they were left with reality.

0 1 1 ⸻ lucy was reluctant to let go of the dream that they had built and woven, but her partner had made his peace with it. they ended up back in denver only two weeks after running off. once the novelty had worn off, it seemed he didn’t want lucy anymore. he had told her that what they had was not enough, and she seemed to understand. it was a rush that they kept chasing, and when things stood still in denver, it was hard to keep the passion going.

0 1 2 ⸻ their adventure was one that impacted lucy in both positive and negative ways. she was able to let go of some of her fantasies, but sometimes she wondered what would’ve happened if they had stayed down in texas, put more effort into it. she’d imagine herself waiting tables at a quaint little diner where everyone knew her name, and… wait a second? what if she wrote about her fantasies?

0 1 3 ⸻ her parents’ suggestion was out of love and a little bit of concern. lucy had always kept a journal and a notebook full of her ideas, but she never really did anything with them. this new hobby of hers began to occupy most of her time, acting as a healthy outlet for her not so healthy thoughts. oddly enough, though lucy was a phenomenal romance writer, what she really loved to write was horror. stories of romance and drama came easily to her, so horror stories were something new and shiny in her sights.

0 1 4 ⸻ lucy found that when she channeled her creative energy into writing, she felt more comfortable in her own skin. the things that she had always beaten herself up for were now things that she felt as though she could entertain others with, maybe even make a profit off of. so, following graduation, lucy took a couple of creative writing courses and hunkered down in her bedroom at her parents’ house, writing away.

0 1 5 ⸻ outside of writing, lucy didn’t attend college, though she did maintain a fairly normal social life. there was still a sort of hierarchy in the “real world”, she found, but people outside of high school didn’t seem to care as much about your status or appearance. lucy had found some solid friends and enjoyed the denver scene, finding art and beauty in places where others couldn’t. as an adult, she still romanticized people and ideas, but she also had the capability to remind herself that they weren’t always realistic (most of the time, at least). still, it made life a little less dull.

0 1 6 ⸻ by the age of twenty, she had a book deal! elysian fields ended up being a breakout success, and lucy was shocked. everything happened so quickly. suddenly, they wanted a sequel, and what about a book tour? then, there was the movie deal. lucy had never expected it, and she had mixed emotions. in truth, it wasn’t a project she was super passionate about. it was a cliche young adult romance novel about the leading roles in a movie who read too much into their chemistry and fall in love. the idea came to lucy after she was met with a confused face yet again from her friends, who she would pitch her ideas to, and they gently recommended that she should write something that would sell. and sell, it did.

0 1 7 ⸻ it was quite a change, going from living in your parents house to being whisked all over the country. foolishly, lucy had allowed herself to be roped into a contract promising at least two more books. it wasn’t that writing the sequels was especially challenging, just that there were other things that she wanted to devote time to. but when she would pitch her other ideas to her publishing company, they would ask why she was trying to fix something that wasn’t broken. on top of that, her friends would remind her that, if she completed the series, she would have enough money to fund whatever else she may want to pursue.

0 1 8 ⸻ so, she rode it out. by the age of twenty-four, two more books in the series had been published. there was a one-off in there, too, but it mostly flew under the radar. when her deal ended, lucy felt relieved. she had made a substantial amount of money and acquired some level of fame and status, but the entire ordeal had worn her out. so, she bought a mediterranean style mansion in the cherry creek district that resembled one of her doll houses growing up, and spent the next three years of her life holed up in it.

0 1 9 ⸻ the first year was dedicated to fixing it up the way she wanted it. she hired a two-person staff and they helped keep things in shape while lucy decorated and altered things to her liking. by the end of it, the house was transformed. it would have to be redone if she sold it because it was far from the standard marketable house at that point, but it was hers and it was everything she could’ve asked for.

0 2 0 ⸻ when she looked around her home and saw nothing she wanted to alter, lucy was stumped. there wasn’t anything left to do, and she was then forced to process the last few years of her life. everything had gone by so quickly that she barely had time to adjust and catch up with herself. this year was rough and involved a few vacations, but very little socializing with her loved ones. people grew concerned for lucy, but she would insist that she was fine. she was just enjoying her wealth, she would tell them. it looked a little funny, though, that lucy seemed to be avoiding the house that she just spent a year fixing up. too quiet, too little to do, she would think.

0 2 1 ⸻ it was almost as though her growth was stunted and she was still that twenty year old sitting in her childhood room, writing and dreaming of recognition. that recognition and adoration that she had craved was not all it was cracked up to be, especially since it was recognition for something she didn’t quite think was worthy of it. lucy was at least thankful for the fact that people usually didn’t recognize book authors by their appearance, so she was often able to navigate through public spaces without having to face much acknowledgement.

0 2 2 ⸻ in the third year, she wrote. and wrote. and wrote. she had found an agent who believed in her, who was willing to work with her if it was horror that she wanted to write. this agent was her comfort, and the first person to really ground her. they told lucy that, even if that series wasn’t all that special to her, it was to others. lucy began to make her peace with it; she had evoked emotion in others, taken them to a different world through her words, spurred their imagination. it was really quite beautiful when she meditated on it. this year was about healing and growing. lucy learned to take it easy the year that she spent writing; too much chaos was evidently not good for her. part of her considered seeking out her birth mom in this year, but decided it would be best not to. she didn’t have really any unresolved feelings toward that situation, and she imagined, by the lack of communication, her birth mother felt the same. there was perhaps a small part of her that was curious, but she knew that her curiosity could be damaging, so she banished it.

0 2 3 ⸻ on her twenty-seventh birthday, lucy’s best friend had insisted on taking her out to a club, but lucy bargained for a board game night instead. so, they went out to find a new board game and lucy met someone that would alter the course of her life. they were intelligent, thoughtful, attractive. more than that, they had clicked right away. lucy had always given thought to the concept of soulmates, but hadn’t really entertained it until she met them. it was the true definition of love at first sight. the kicker was that lucy hadn’t gotten their contact information.

0 2 4 ⸻ cue a dramatic artist going to that same bookstore every other day for three months in the hopes of seeing them again. everyone around her thought she was bonkers, and lucy agreed, but she still made the trip. lucy would grab a coffee there each day and browse for half an hour; finally, a little over three months in to this seemingly hopeless endeavor, they appeared. of course, she was not at all transparent about the circumstances of them meeting again, playing it off as a coincidence. lucy finally got their contact information, and the two hit it off.

0 2 5 ⸻ there was a genuine compatibility and attraction between the two, and lucy thought: this is it. he didn’t seem to care much for her status, she thought, though it didn’t seem to hinder anything. perhaps she had romanticized things a little too much, but her partner reflected back that same infatuation. they would write each other love letters, be vulnerable together; lucy eventually even admitted that she would wait for them in that same bookstore that they had met at months prior. it was a fairy tale in her mind, until it wasn’t. they were in a relationship for a whole six months before it ended. the last month of it, things had begun to deteriorate. it seemed to boil down to a lack of communication, but they ended it with lucy. this crushed her.

0 2 6 ⸻ lucy felt entirely connected to this person, and thought it was shared. she was willing to work on things, but they did not wish to do so, or to even see lucy anymore. the mourning process was brutal for her. not only was lucy forced to grieve the loss of this person in her life, she also grieved their future, her future, that she had grown to see as an inevitability. it was peculiar to others, only six months together, and she was in shambles. it was just the kind of person that lucy was; she loved intensely. the year after the breakup was a bit of a blur. her goal was to get through each day, and she did with the help of her agent and her loved ones, but it was hard.

0 2 7 ⸻ approaching her thirties, lucy made further strides in her career. with her agent’s help, she was able to get some of her novels that she was more passionate about published. her foray into horror was relatively successful, though it was unlikely anything would ever match the success of her first series. she was perfectly fine with that.

0 2 8 ⸻ the past few years of lucy’s life have been somewhat of a drag. she has had a couple flings, adopted a couple cats, and gotten involved in some charity work. though she has mostly healed from her breakup five years ago, there is still a lingering pain from it. lucy has developed healthier coping mechanisms, she has many friends and family to rely on, and she feels established in this world. if she wanted to, she could’ve retired a decade ago, but work keeps her busy, keeps her distracted. that little spark in her has dwindled, but she is trying to rekindle it to the best of her ability.

0 2 9 ⸻ nowadays, you can find her in the cherry creek district, though she often ventures into rino when she’s feeling social. she doesn’t really fit in with the standard cherry creek residents. lucy can come off as eccentric and dresses in colorful, often somewhat childlike clothing. that romantic life that she so desperately desires? she’s still searching for it. but, for now, she is taking in the stability and enjoying the small pleasures as they come. getting her hopes up would be a bit too risky for her at this point in time, but you can usually still find her with a smile on her face. some would even describe her as a ray of sunshine at times.

tldr ; a denver native who is a hopeless romantic and accidentally became a best selling romance author when she really wanted to write horror. had her heart broken a couple times, but she’s trying to stay positive (secretly she is still searching for a beautiful romantic life full of wonder) kind of a strange lady but super sweet and nice to be around

✗ ⸻ PERSONALITY

0 0 1 ⸻ lucy’s personality has evolved as she has aged. that vibrant hopeless romantic that once existed is still very much there, but is a bit duller now. she tries to stay optimistic, appreciate the small things, and enjoy whatever stability she can find, but there will always be a part of lucy that wants more. the world is still a wondrous place to her, but reality has poisoned it in many ways, and she finds it harder nowadays to romanticize things.

0 0 2 ⸻ regardless, you will often find her with a smile on her face. despite her eccentric nature, people tend to gravitate toward lucy initially. she radiates an energy that brings people in, but can also push them out just as easily; some people find it hard to be around lucy’s intense emotions. she is incredibly passionate when it comes to her interests. if you were to view her simply from her activities (backyard tanning, sunday mimosas, attending plays), you might mistake her for entirely average.

0 0 3 ⸻ deep down, lucy is relatively unstable, which isn’t always hard to pick up on with her. she is a bit childlike in nature, but has a moderate maturity level for her age. as lucy derives a lot of pleasure from her relationships with others, she can be a bit impressionable at times, even gullible. if she’s frustrated, she often seems a bit more stubborn. this especially manifests in her persistence to avoid things she isn’t ready to face, even if that means she has to spend a year of her life fixing a house. at this point in time, lucy is kind of detached because she is tired of being disappointed and is trying to avoid hope.

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New Details Revealed for EPCOT International Festival of the Arts 2024

Art lovers, rejoice! A new year is right around the corner, and a visit to the 2024 EPCOT International Festival of the Arts is the perfect way to celebrate bright beginnings. From Jan. 12 through Feb. 19, revel in this inspiring event that highlights the visual, culinary and performing arts as only Disney can. Today, we’re sharing details to help guests plan their artistic odyssey. Here are five fantastic ways to celebrate the arts at this colorful festival. Performing Arts Take Center Stage Some of Broadway’s brightest stars are coming to Walt Disney World as the DISNEY ON BROADWAY Concert Series returns to EPCOT with three daily shows throughout the festival. For the first time in forever, two original leading ladies from a certain icy kingdom will perform together on the America Gardens Theatre stage. Performing songs from many of our favorite Disney shows, these stars never fail to inspire. Here’s the full lineup: - Caissie Levy and Patti Murin (“Frozen”): Jan. 12, 14, 15, 18, 20, 22, 23 - Heidi Blickenstaff (“Freaky Friday” and “The Little Mermaid”) and Gavin Lee (“Mary Poppins” and “Beauty and the Beast”): Jan. 13, 16, 17, 19, 21, 24 - Ashley Brown (“Mary Poppins” and “Beauty and the Beast”) and L. Steven Taylor (“The Lion King”): Jan. 26, 28 and 29; Feb. 1, 3, 5 and 6 - Kissy Simmons (“The Lion King”) and Josh Strickland (“Tarzan”): Jan. 27, 30, 31; Feb. 2, 4, 7 and 8 - Mandy Gonzalez (“Aida”) and Michael James Scott (“Aladdin” and “Tarzan”): Feb. 9, 11, 12, 15, 18, 19 - Bradley Gibson (“Hercules” and “The Lion King”) and Shoba Narayan (“Aladdin”): Feb. 10, 13, 14, 16, 17, 19 * Showcase Plaza is also home to a kaleidoscope of performances daily, where Guests will find musicians, live painting and the thrilling acrobatic feats of Art Defying Gravity. DISNEY ON BROADWAY Dining Packages Open Dec. 19 To guarantee priority seating for preferred performances, be sure to check out Dining Packages available at eight spectacular EPCOT restaurants: - Akershus Royal Banquet Hall - Biergarten Restaurant - Coral Reef Restaurant - Garden Grill Restaurant - Rose & Crown Dining Room - Le Cellier - Spice Road Table - Regal Eagle Smokehouse (same-day, in-person walk-up packages only) For more information, including pricing and availability, visit DisneyWorld.com. Packages go on sale beginning Dec. 19. Culinary Arts Spark Sweet and Savory Adventures More than 15 Food Studios throughout EPCOT blend touches of delectable flavors with an artistic twist – including tempting new dishes and drinks to savor. The Rainbow Cake with freeze-dried SKITTLES® bite-sized candies is always a sweet sensation at Figment’s Inspiration Station at the Odyssey: Art, Food and Little Sparks of Magic. And don't miss the Red Wine-braised Beef Short Rib with parsnip puree, broccolini, baby tomatoes and balsamic glaze at Pastoral Palate. Stay tuned to Disney Travel News for all the details in an upcoming Foodie Guide! Don’t miss the Wonderful Walk of Colorful Cuisine. This fun food stroll highlights yummy sweet and savory offerings in all the colors of the rainbow. The handy Festival Passport will show where to make picturesque purchases and receive stamps. Once guests have collected five stamps, bring the passport to Deco Delights Food Studio to receive a complimentary surprise. The Wonderful Walk of Colorful Cuisine can be completed at guests' leisure – so they can enjoy a new treat every time they visit throughout the festival. Interactive Experiences Place You in the Middle of the Magic At Animation Academy, held daily at 12:30 p.m. and 1:30 p.m. in America Gardens Theatre, learn drawing skills from some of the best in the business as they teach you how to draw a Disney character. At Expression Section: A Paint by Numbers Mural, join fellow artists to leave a creative mark on a larger-than-life wall mural. Kid’s Chalk Art takes place on the bridge to World Showcase Plaza daily from 11:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. allowing little ones to create their very own chalk masterpieces. And what would a visit to the festival be without artful photo ops? From Botticelli to Renoir, these life-size tableaus beckon guests to become part of the painting. Guests can also create your own works of art with Disney PhotoPass Service, including limited-time Magic Shots created for this colorful celebration.** Visual Arts and Merch Inspire Awe One of the coolest parts of the festival is visiting galleries and meeting the artists who bring imaginative works to life. New and returning favorites will be part of this year’s lineup, so be sure to visit ArtfulEPCOT.com to stay up to date on the latest news. There’s no way that we can celebrate all things imagination without a visit from everyone’s favorite purple dragon – Figment! This lovable ambassador of whimsy takes center stage on a wide array of festival merch, ranging from household items and décor to apparel and trading items. Looking for a convenient way to pay? We love the beauty and convenience of the mini festival-themed Disney Gift Card. Load it with as little as $15 and wear it on a wrist for quick and easy scanning when purchasing all festival delights. Kids of all ages will want to engage in Figment’s Brush with the Master’s Scavenger Hunt. On this journey throughout World Showcase, guests will help Figment learn all about art. To get started, purchase a map and stickers at Creations Shop, Port of Entry, or World Traveler. Then, search for Figment hiding inside art inspired by famous works at each World Showcase pavilion—just look for the Figment-themed picture frame. Every time guests find Figment, they add the corresponding sticker to the pavilion on the map. Once the journey is complete, return the map to Disney Traders or World Traveler for an artful little keepsake!*** The EPCOT International Festival of the Arts will be here before we know it! *Entertainment subject to change without notice. **Disney PhotoPass service is subject to Disney PhotoPass terms and expiration policy at https://disneyworld.disney.go.com/photopass-terms-conditions. Online registration required. Subject to restrictions and change without notice. ***Redemption valid through Feb. 19 or while supplies last. Read the full article

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Even Lindsay Lohan Can't Resist the Latest Must-Have Crib

Lindsay Lohan, who announced in March that she's expecting her first child, just gave Architectural Digest a sneak peek of her nursery. We've already been loving Lohan's pregnancy style, and now her nursery decor is also giving us major inspiration. According to AD, Lohan partnered with baby furniture brand Nestig to create an ocean breeze-inspired nursery - and she totally nailed the airy nautical vibes. Her nursery features a mural of a soothing seascape, complete with a sailboat, a lighthouse, and plenty of peaceful waves that's easy to mistake for actual paint, but is actually wallpaper sold by Nestig. The furniture is in keeping with the calming theme: Lohan decorating with a crib, mobile, dresser, and shelving from Nestig, all in natural wood and white. Together, the pieces bring the feeling of a little seaside oasis - the perfect place for a little one to call home. The whole room is stunning, but if one piece caught my eye, it was the crib - the same crib that's currently in my not-quite-finished nursery (and, full disclosure, a generous sample from the brand), and that I've been noticing popping up more and more in the "nursery tour" content that's currently flooding my feeds. Nestig has several stunning crib models to choose from, but Lohan picked The Cloud Crib, a 3-in-1 design that's "inspired by the light and airy movement of clouds," with gently rounded edges and peaceful white rails, a perfect fit for her nursery theme. If my TikTok FYP is any indication, The Cloud Crib is on its way to becoming the latest "it" crib, taking its place among other parenting must-haves like the Dagne Dover Indi Diaper Backpack and the Keekaroo Peanut Changer. While it's modern minimalist aesthetic is certainly part of the appeal, another reason Nestig is so popular among parents-to-be is because the brand's furniture and decor are handcrafted in Brazil using sustainable materials and ethical manufacturing practices. Much of the wood used in Nestig's pieces is from sustainably harvested, solid Brazilian Pine - no particleboard here. They also test and independently certify every crib they sell via the Juvenile Products Manufacturing Association for extra peace of mind. In short, they're functional and also beautiful, as Lohan's nursery sneak peek proves. We rounded up each of the pieces in Lohan's nursery - scroll through for more details and inspo for your own nursery. https://www.popsugar.com/family/lindsay-lohan-nursery-tour-nestig-49226007?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

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Girl-dad!Steve Harrington Headcanons Pt. 1

Okay, so we all know Steve is a girl-dad, right? I see a lot of fics where it’s split evenly three girls and three boys in his six-Harrington brood, but I’m thinking like full Pride and Prejudice moment where you and Steve fully have six daughters and he fucking loves it. 

Part Two

~After months [read: actually a super fucking short time but 80′s pregnancy tests were shit] of trying you were finally pregnant and Steve was capital E Ecstatic. 

~Immediately he’s going to stores and buying things for Baby Harrington, literally like three days after you find out he’s bringing home paint samples so he can start renovating the spare bedroom in your house

~You tease him and ask where this enthusiasm was when you wanted to make it into a guest room, but you knew that from the second you had bought your house he had been waiting to turn it into a nursery

~Steve gets Will to paint a mural on the wall of castles, fairies, and princesses which makes you raise an eyebrow at him 

~He says it’s just fairytale stuff which both boys and girls love and insists that the kids having regular D&D sessions at your house has NOT rubbed off on him in any way whatsoever (it totally has)

~When you have a gender-reveal party (I know these are kind of stupid and outdated but I’m just going with what was tradition) everyone wears blue or pink to go along with their guess for the gender and holy shit does Steve show up and show out

~You knew he thought it was a girl because he straight-up refused to use any pronouns other than she/her for your entire pregnancy and he had only been suggesting girl names, but this is something else entirely.

~Steve rocks up to the party in soft pink golf pants that his mother had gotten him when she was trying to convince Steve to mend fences with his father and they had gone golfing (something that only happened once) and the pink Hawaiian shirt he had gotten when you were on your honeymoon. 

~When you pull the colored confetti poppers and pink streamers pour out Steve is immediately in tears and holding you as tightly as he can without squishing the baby. 

~Some of the men from the neighborhood and his male relatives come up to him and offer condolences saying he’ll just have to take another crack at it and have a boy next time around but Steve just smiles and says he couldn’t be happier. 

~You thought painting the nursery so soon was a lot? Now that he knows for sure he is in overdrive buying every single thing he can for your baby girl. She won’t need new clothes until she’s about four-years-old at this rate. 

~You’re alone at home when your water breaks and call Robin’s apartment to have her tell Steve and he loses his mind. 

~He had been driving you crazy hovering the closer it got to your due date and you finally begged for Robin to get him out of the house so you could have some time to yourself. 

~She drives him back because he’s in no state to be driving a car and helps you both to the hospital 

~After hours of labor (Steve did not faint, he did NOT, no matter what you and Robin... and the nurses... say) you finally give birth to a healthy baby girl named Rosemary Emmaline Harrington after Steve’s grandmother. 

~When he holds her for the first time he gets so quiet and folds his entire body around her subconsciously protecting her

~Steve cries and vows to NEVER be the same as his parents. 

~When you bring her home from the hospital your house is covered in banners and decorations from the kids welcoming Baby Rosemary home for the first time

~The first few weeks that she’s home you wake up alone more often than not, and while you hate it, you forgive him entirely when you find him in the nursery curled up on the floor next to Rose’s crib with his hand shoved in between the bars so she can grip his finger in her tiny, little hand (he definitely has gotten his hand stuck in there more times than he would like to admit), half asleep and using his foot to rock the rocking chair while holding her on his bare chest, or even just staring at her and making sure she’s still breathing while she sleeps. 

I am pretty sure I’m going to make a Part Two. Let me know if you want to read that and I’ll probably get it done faster lmao

Update: I made part two… read it here