#fur onesie

[szynkaaa]

reason 1934 why I'm sad the Old Monk Set did not make it into the final cut of the game:

the peak we got at the fur on his neck and backside 😭😭😭😭😭

I will forever be sad about this loss. It genuinely feels like the final model in the game doesn't have much or any fur on the neck. idk if it's because most armors have a high collar so they removed the fur on the neck there?? But ugh, I love how much fur we got see in this old set.

just close your eyes and imagine wrapping your arms around him and kissing that fur exposed spot on his back ok. and now open them and weep at the loss.

[pelzi6]

[stagnantstruggle]

[ares857]

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[leftoverlimerence]

Rudy and Gaz in wolf onesies inspired by COD Shifter AU by Bennyhatter

[sushiwolfart]

Comfy Owl tricks (Vex!)|Halloween 2023

A cute character found a nice soft onesie at target

[kitandkatcreations]

Did you know we have an online shop?👀

Go all out! We have everything from Voltron Lion plushies, faux fur key chain tails, faux fur tails & ears, hoodies, & kigurumi's (kigu/ onesies) !🥳

Please give them all new homes! 🦊🐱

[adultbabystories]

“Go on, hug your new hugging buddy, or maybe humping buddy!” Daddy said and laughed to himself. 

“You need him, I saw you need him,” he said while patting your diapered butt, guiding you toward the new giant teddy bear.

For months Daddy kept you caged. Your small penis became obsolete, tucked away for so long in thick white padding. Yet, your urges didn’t go away.

One fact that became obvious, during changes, was when Daddy noticed how much pre cum you leaked. You were always sticky, always oozing, always throbbing in your cage. It was a good thing Daddy helped you with staying healthy and was fingering your hole every few changes, squeezing your prostate, and letting things flow.

The second fact was when he saw through the baby cam that he installed in your crib, that you helplessly whined and humped the crib’s mattress. Sometimes he heard it while walking next to the nursery door, hearing the plastic mattress cover crinkling away in a steady rhythm.

Daddy was kind. Daddy was caring. Daddy had plans to turn you from an excuse of a man to a pathetic baby.

The plan was to absolutely deny you any form of sexual pleasure, getting you frustrated, humiliated, humbled, and then and only then, channeling all that sexual frustration to the most infantile, degrading, pathetic thing a man turned into a baby could do. If having sex and cumming with another person is the peak of masculinity, the opposite will be having “sex” with a giant baby toy, and cumming into a diaper.

Daddy knew how to control you. You are his new son after all.

One day, while being changed, surprisingly Daddy took off your cage and diapered you up. You were shocked but tried staying cool, not letting him have a win over you, although you didn’t know what the win was.

It was then he put you on the floor and introduced you to your new teddy bear.

He patted your diaper butt, guiding you towards your new fuzzy friend. “You need him, I saw you need him,” he said

“Go on then,” he said with a grin, “Give him a welcoming hug”

A tag was still attached to the bear’s ear. He smelled new and fresh. You lifted yourself from a crawling position to hug him. You knew Daddy wanted to see just that. But then, something happened, something clicked. The bear’s body was firm, really firm, and he seemed heavy. You gave him a proper squeeze, and he felt fuzzy on your cheek. His fur made you warm inside your childish onesie. You rested your body, your diaper, on his firm leg. The leg, pressed on your diaper, pressed on your uncaged little penis.

Your dick did something it hadn’t done in months. It became hard.

Then you knew - what you were going to do with this bear from now on. Sexual thoughts flooded your mind. Then Daddy knew - how much he succeeded, making a grown man mentally imprisoned by his adult baby control.

“Awwwww, I think you like him, and I think he likes you too! You can get to know each other tonight in your crib.” Daddy laughed and winked.

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@submissiveboyuk is going to enjoy his first uncaged night with his new teddy bear.

[moonxknightx]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : UNBREAKABLE BONDS : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Hugh Jackman x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Angst but fluff at the end :))

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆FANDOM: RPF

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: Emotional Conflict, Breakup and Separation, Pregnancy and Unplanned parenthood, Emotional Reconciliation

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: When Hugh reveals he doesn’t want more children, it creates tension in your otherwise happy relationship, leading to a painful breakup. Months later, you discover you’re pregnant and choose to keep the baby, keeping the news from Hugh. An unexpected encounter in the park brings the revelation, leading to a deeply emotional moment as you face the future and navigate the complexity of your new reality.

THE SUN STREAMED THROUGH THE CURTAINS, CASTING A WARM GLOW OVER THE ROOM AS YOU STRETCHED, FEELING THE SOFT SHEETS AGAINST YOUR SKIN.

Beside you, Hugh was still asleep, his arm draped protectively over you. You smiled, gently moving to not disturb him, and slipped out of bed.

Padding softly across the room, you made your way to the living room where a small, fluffy ball of energy was waiting for you. Loki, your playful husky puppy, greeted you with enthusiastic licks and a wagging tail. You laughed, scooping him up and nuzzling your nose into his soft fur.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as you settled on the couch, Loki curling up beside you. Life was perfect. You and Hugh had been together for two years, and every day felt like a new adventure. From spontaneous weekend getaways to quiet evenings spent cooking dinner together, your relationship was filled with love and laughter.

One lazy Sunday morning, as you both lounged on the patio with Loki playing at your feet, the conversation turned to the future. Hugh, sipping his coffee, mentioned how content he was with your little family. The words were casual, but they carried a weight that settled uncomfortably in your chest.

"What about kids?" you asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "Do you ever think about having more?"

Hugh's expression softened, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. "I love you, and I love our life together," he said, reaching for your hand. "But I don't see myself having more children. I'm happy with the way things are."

You nodded, forcing a smile, but inside, your heart ached. You had always imagined having children of your own, and hearing Hugh's definitive answer left you feeling lost.

It started small, as many arguments do. You had been out shopping and found a charming little onesie, unable to resist its allure despite Hugh's stance. You brought it home, hiding it at the bottom of your shopping bag. But later that evening, as you both unpacked the groceries, Hugh found it.

"What's this?" he asked, holding up the tiny garment with a puzzled expression.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. "I just thought it was cute. Maybe for the future..."

Hugh's face hardened. "We've talked about this. Why are you doing this?"

"It's just a piece of clothing, Hugh," you replied, feeling defensive. "Can't I have a little hope for the future?"

Hugh sighed, placing the onesie on the counter. "I thought we were on the same page. This feels like you're trying to push me into something I'm not ready for."

The conversation ended with a strained silence, the first crack in your seemingly perfect relationship.

The small arguments began to escalate. One evening, after a long day at work, you came home to find Hugh cooking dinner. The sight, once comforting, now brought a wave of resentment.

"Hey," he greeted you with a smile. "I made your favorite."

You forced a smile, the stress of the day weighing heavily on you. "Thanks."

As you sat down to eat, the conversation turned to your weekend plans. Hugh suggested a quiet weekend at home, but you had been looking forward to a trip you had planned to a nearby city.

"I just think it would be nice to get away," you said, trying to keep the frustration out of your voice.

"We've been traveling a lot lately," Hugh countered. "I thought it would be nice to relax here for a change."

The argument escalated quickly, voices rising as you both defended your positions. The dinner, meant to be a gesture of love, ended with you storming out of the room, tears of frustration streaming down your face.

The arguments became a regular occurrence, each one chipping away at the foundation of your relationship. The final straw came one night when Hugh came home late from a work event. You had prepared a special dinner, hoping to rekindle the romance that seemed to be slipping away.

Hugh walked in, looking tired. "I'm sorry, I got held up," he said, giving you a quick kiss.

"It's always something," you snapped, unable to hide your disappointment. "Do you even care about us anymore?"

Hugh's face fell. "Of course I do. But I have responsibilities, and sometimes that means being late."

"You always have an excuse," you shot back. "I'm tired of feeling like I'm the only one fighting for this relationship."

The argument that followed was the worst yet. Harsh words were exchanged, emotions running high. Finally, Hugh said something that cut you to the core.

"Maybe we're just not right for each other anymore."

The silence that followed was deafening. The realization hit you both that despite the love you shared, your futures no longer aligned. With heavy hearts, you decided to part ways.

The weeks following the breakup were the hardest. You moved into a small apartment, taking Loki with you, and tried to rebuild your life. It was during this time that you started feeling unwell. A visit to the doctor confirmed what you had never expected: you were pregnant.

The news was both a shock and a beacon of hope. You decided to keep the baby, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement about the future. Telling Hugh, however, felt impossible. You didn't want him to feel trapped or obligated, especially after the difficult decision you both had made.

Months passed, and your belly grew rounder. Loki stayed by your side, his playful energy a constant source of comfort. You threw yourself into preparing for the baby, focusing on creating a warm and loving home.

One crisp autumn day, you were walking through the park with Loki when you heard a familiar voice. Turning, you saw Hugh standing a few feet away, his eyes wide with surprise and a mix of emotions.

"You... you're pregnant?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

You nodded, unable to find the words. Hugh took a step closer, his eyes searching yours. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to burden you," you replied, tears forming. "We made a decision, and I didn't want to complicate things for you."

Hugh reached out, gently placing a hand on your swollen belly. "This is our baby," he said, his voice breaking. "I want to be a part of their life, and yours. If you'll let me."

In that moment, you realized that despite everything, the love you shared hadn't disappeared. It had simply been overshadowed by fear and uncertainty. With tears in your eyes, you nodded, allowing Hugh to pull you into a tight embrace.

"I never stopped loving you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I thought I was doing the right thing, but I can't imagine my life without you."

Tears streamed down your face as you clung to him, the months of pain and loneliness dissolving in his arms. "I never stopped loving you either," you said, your voice choked with emotion. "I was so scared, Hugh. Scared of losing you, of raising this baby alone."

Hugh's eyes filled with tears as he looked at you, his voice trembling. "I was scared too. Scared of not being enough, of failing you. But seeing you here, carrying our child... I realize how much I want this, how much I want us."

Together, you walked through the park, Loki trotting happily beside you. The future was uncertain, but you knew that with Hugh by your side, you could face anything. And as you felt the baby kick for the first time, you knew that this new beginning was the start of something beautiful.

The days that followed were filled with a renewed sense of hope and love. Hugh moved back in, and you both prepared for the arrival of your baby, embracing the journey ahead with open hearts. You spent your evenings talking about names, decorating the nursery, and imagining the life you would build together.

When the day finally came, Hugh was by your side, holding your hand as you brought your child into the world. The moment you laid eyes on your baby, the room filled with love so powerful it brought you both to tears. Hugh kissed your forehead, his eyes filled with wonder and joy.

"We did it," he whispered, his voice trembling. "We made something so perfect."

As you held your baby close, you felt a sense of completeness you had never known before. The path to this moment had been fraught with pain and uncertainty, but it had led you to a place of profound love and happiness.

In the quiet moments, as you watched Hugh gently cradle your child, you realized that the struggles had only made your bond stronger. The love you shared was unbreakable, and together, you could overcome anything.

Your family, with Loki at your feet and your baby in your arms, was a testament to the resilience of love. It was a love that had weathered the storms and emerged stronger, ready to face whatever the future held. And as you looked into Hugh's eyes, you knew that this new beginning was only the start of a beautiful journey, one filled with endless love and unshakable unity.

(A/N) I hope you enjoyed the story and was what you expected! 🫶

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[huntershairnoodle]

HOW BIG WAS THE STUFFED ANIMAL?? HUNTER SIZED??

hhplease I need to know more about animatronic hunter..... how silly of a little guy he is. how soft his fur is. I want to tenderly clean off his circuits I want to spin him around like this

HAHA yes okay here’s a few bits of info :3 !

• he is unable to speak! he communicates via tapping or clicking, and sometimes a very-hard-to-read form of ASL

• his fur is from his stuffed animal so it was very soft at one point! but its been worn down from play and then being ripped up so it has more of a grimy and matted texture now💔

• he’s a lot more skittish and irritable compared to when he was alive and his sense of humor is A Bit darker than it used to be. mostly wrt casual jokes about his own death. but he’s still very sweet! and he cares a lot about people

• at one point in the story he wears a stupid little hat

[xxtc-96xx]

Even better question: Why hasn't Huey MADE himself red by using red fur dye or wearing a red Mewtwo onesie?

"sometimes I wonder if I gave my mom a heart condition"

[strnilolover]

.✦ ── The Sweetest Treat ── ✦.

♡ Baker!Matt and Reader dress up and go trick or treating with their daughter

⚠︎ Warnings : none just pure fluff!!

You stood in the hallway, fluffing the fur on your costume and feeling a mix of excitement and embarrassment. The grey jumpsuit hugged your frame, complete with little Remy ears on a headband and a swishing tail that swung each time you moved.

When you had first mentioned the idea of us dressing as the characters from Ratatouille for Halloween, Matt had grinned from ear to ear. And now, here you were.

“Babe, how’s it going in there?” you called, trying to suppress a giggle as you waited for Matt to emerge from the bathroom.

He didn’t respond, only the sound of shuffling could be heard from the other side of the door. Your feet carried you closer to the door, hand reaching out to open it, but before you could the handle turned.

The door opened, and there he stood, his body leaning against the frame with a smug expression, dressed in the full attire of a professional chef. The white uniform fit him perfectly, tailored to his broad shoulders and frame, and the chef’s hat perched jauntily atop his head. A red scarf peeked out from his collar, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise pristine outfit. He looked… incredible.

His brow arched, arms crossed over his chest as he took in the sight of you. A small smirk tugged at his lips as his eyes raked up and down your own frame.

“Well, well, look at you, Remy,” he teased, his voice thick with amusement, his eyes lingering over the parts of the costume that hugged your body.

Your face flushed, twirling as you let the fabric of your jumpsuit sway around you, your fake rat tail bouncing as you turned. “What do you think?” you chirped.

He grinned. “I think my girl is the cutest rat I’ve ever seen,” he chuckled, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around your waist, leaning down, his lips pressing a kiss to your temple.

Before you could respond, tiny footsteps echoed down the hall, and you turned just in time to see your daughter scurrying toward you, her excitement bubbling over in her squeals of delight. She was dressed in a fuzzy white onesie with tiny pink ears and a painted nose, her little albino rat costume completing our little family’s ensemble perfectly.

“Daddy, Mommy, look at me! I’m a baby rat!” she cried, her tiny hands reaching up, and you could barely contain your laughter. She looked adorable, the hood of her onesie casting shadows over her eyes, making her look like a real-life cartoon.

Matt crouched down, scooping her into his arms with a soft chuckle. “Wow! The cutest rat in the world!” he exclaimed, spinning her around in his arms as she giggled uncontrollably.

“You’re the best rat, baby,” you added, adjusting her little ears on the top of her head so they stayed in place. Matt grinned, setting her down gently. “Alright, my little rats, ready to go get some candy?” he said, walking toward the kitchen to grab the little bucket for your daughter.

Your daughter’s eyes lit up. “Yes! Yes! Candy!” she chanted, bouncing up and down with excitement as Matt handed her the tiny trick-or-treat bucket. It was black with a little picture of a smiling rat on the front—one you had painted on just for her.

You slipped your hands into each other’s, sharing a smile as you watched your daughter waddle toward the door, her bucket swinging with each step. “You look so handsome in your uniform,” you whispered to Matt, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

He blushed, his grin growing as he tugged you closer. “I could say the same, little rat,” he teased, giving you a playful wink as he squeezed your hand.

Outside, the cool autumn air greeted you with a gentle breeze, the scent of fallen leaves and distant bonfires filling the atmosphere. The neighborhood was alive with children’s laughter and the vibrant colors of costumes—witches, superheroes, and even a few other animal characters roamed from door to door, collecting treats.

Your daughter’s eyes widened, her little hand clutched tightly in yours as she took in the sight. “Look, Daddy, a princess!” she gasped, pointing at a young girl twirling in a sparkly gown.

Matt chuckled,“Wow, she’s beautiful,” he said, smiling down at her. “But I think you’re the prettiest there ever was.” She giggled, her chubby cheeks flushing with pride as she squeezed his hand.

You all made your way through the neighborhood, passing some houses that didn’t have their lights on, and some who were already starting to turn their lights out. But, eventually, you found a house that was still awake.

As you approached the house, you gently nudged your daughter forward, and she glanced back at you for reassurance. “You got this, baby,” you whispered, giving her an encouraging nod.

She nodded, taking a deep breath as she approached the front door, knocking on it with her tiny fist. When an older woman opened the door, she practically melted at the sight of your daughter, a wide smile spreading across her face.

Your daughter smiled brightly, holding up her little bucket. “Trick r’treat!” she squealed, her little feet stomping against the concrete in excitement.

“Oh my goodness, aren’t you just the sweetest little thing?” the woman cooed, dropping a generous handful of candy into her bucket.

Your daughter turned to you, her eyes shining with excitement and smiling brightly, holding up her bucket and running back to you as if it were a treasure. “I did it!” she squealed.

You and Matt clapped, sharing in her joy. “You did amazing, sweetheart!” you praised, crouching down to pull her into a quick hug.

“Good job, princess,” Matt added, ruffling her hair. You both grabbed her hand once more, making sure to keep her close as the sky turned darker.

You continued down the street, your little girl’s enthusiasm growing with each house. As the evening darkened more, her bucket filled up, and though her steps began to slow, her energy never faltered. Every house was a new adventure, and every piece of candy was a little victory.

“You’re doing so good, baby girl,” you murmured, noticing the slight tiredness creeping into her voice as she leaned against you.

Her little toothy smile beamed tiredly as she looked up at you. “Mommy, can we go to one more house?” she asked, her voice soft, almost like she was trying to stretch the night as long as possible.

You sighed softly, glancing at Matt, who nodded with a gentle smile. “One more, and then we’ll head home,” he agreed, reaching down to brush a hand through her hair.

At the final house, your daughter mustered up all the energy she had left, knocking on the door one last time. When the door opened, a friendly woman beamed down at her, admiring all three of you in your matching costumes.

“What an adorable family,” she said warmly, her smile soft as she dropped a few extra pieces of candy into our daughter’s bucket.

With a tired but proud smile, your daughter turned to you, holding up her bucket as though she’d conquered the whole world. You both beamed back, each of you feeling that unmistakable warmth of pride.

As you walked back home, you wrapped an arm around Matt’s waist, your daughter snuggled into your arms, her little head nodding forward with exhaustion. The stars twinkled above, and the houses grew quiet as porch lights flickered off one by one, signaling the end of the night.

As you walked up the steps to your house, Matt let his arm fall from around your shoulders. Walking forward more as he took his keys and unlocked the front door.

Inside, you carefully set your daughter down on the couch, watching as her eyelids drooped and her fingers clung to her candy bucket. Gently you took the bucket from her and set it aside, brushing a stray hair away from her face.

Matt crouched beside her, his voice soft. “Did you have fun, bun?” he said, reaching a hand up and ruffling her hair. She nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as she murmured sleepily, “So much fun…”

He looked up at you, his expression tender, and you exchanged a quiet smile as he scooped her up, carrying her up to bed. You followed closely behind as he walked through her bedroom door.

He carefully set her down on the edge of her bed, grabbing her pajamas and changing her out of her costume. Once she was changed he tucked her in, brushing a gentle kiss on her forehead as she finally drifted off completely, a soft smile on her lips.

He smiled down at her, standing up and walking toward the door where you were, costumes still on your bodies. He reached out and grabbed your hand softly, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

Back downstairs, Matt and you sat on the couch, a comfortable silence wrapping around you as you took a moment to relax. You leaned your head on his shoulder, letting out a contented sigh. “Tonight was perfect,” you murmured, closing your eyes as you breathed in the warmth of his embrace.

He hummed, nodding his head. “It really was,” he agreed, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. “Thank you for making this happen.” he whispered.

You smiled, taking his hand and lacing your fingers through his. “Thanks for going along with it, Chef Sturniolo.” you say, winking at him as a grin spread across your face.

He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “For you two? I’d do anything.”

As you finally climbed the stairs to bed, you peeked in on your daughter, watching her sleep peacefully, her little hand clutching her stuffed rat toy. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling the deepest sense of contentment. You had made a beautiful memory tonight, one that you knew would last for years to come.

You closed the door softly, Matt already in your room at the end of the hall. Walking into your room, you caught him halfway through changing out of his costume. A grin spreading across your face.

“Man, i wish you would wear that all the time.” you said, walking closer to him as his back was turned to you. Wrapping your arms around him from behind you hugged him.

He turned his head over his shoulder, smiling at you. “Maybe i might, but if I do, you have to wear the rat costume, Remy.” he chuckled, your eyes rolling playfully. “I don’t know how i’d feel about being dressed as a rat all the time babe.” you muttered, pinching his bare stomach.

He laughed softly, turning around in your embrace as he swiftly grabbed you and lifted you up. Your legs wrapping around his waist as your arms wrapped around his neck.His hands holding you by the thighs as he pressed a kiss to your lips, slow but passionate.

Pulling away he pecked your flushed cheek, “You’d look adorable all the time if you did. I don’t know if i’d be able to keep my hands off you though.” he said grinning, a hand coming up to mess with your tail on the costume.

You hummed, leaning your head forward and resting it on his shoulder as you pressed a kiss to his neck. “I think i’d be okay with that.”

© strnilolover

a/n : cute little family trick or treating thing. I love this so much if i’m being honest 💖

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[rikebe]

couple of ladybug redesigns ive been doodling while stark raving mad about how this show for little kids doesnt have more badass outfits for the characters. i basically take a crack at these every couple of months but this is the first time im really pleased w what i came up with!

i def wanna come back to these and tweak them or come up with more designs for the other characters. and i esp wanna do a hawk moth chloe..........

long winded explanation of my design concepts unser the cut

ladybug - this is kind of my brain process here. her canon design (the worst one in the show imo) just kinda looks like a polkadot onesie so i really wantes to give her more bug-like features. i gave her black eyes bc i think its really cool when miraculiur holders change eye colours to something unnatural and i think its pretty neat and comicbook-y, and also insect-like. i also gave her bug-wing hairclips and changed her pigtails to twin buns so they had more of a shape contrast to the clips. for all wing details i added turquoise as a third colour to give it some SPICE.

my first designs (1-4) went off the idea of a short dress/coat with puff sleeves to suggest the shape of bug-legs, and the coat tails serving as her wings. i think its a cute design that fits marinette's girly style, but i wasn't quite happy with it.

i had the idea of her sleeves serving as her wings instead of her skirt or coat tails, and looked a little into chinese styles of clothing with big sleeves like this to lean more into marinette being half-chinese. i found a style called hanyuansu, which is modern clothes modified with hanfu elements and took inspiration from looking at a few outfits, so i tried a couple different takes. i really like design 6 with the big coat, but it seems really impractical for crime fighting :/ maybe its like a formalwear alt look lol.

7 is my final design that i'm happiest with, as it has all the elements i wanted but is still simple enough to not feel overloaded. i made the yoyo black for a little contrast and just bc i think it looks really cool!

queen bee - chloe was robbed of a character arc and a cool design. i will avenge her.

this ddsign came to me muchhh easier. a beehive hairdo seemed like a no-brainer, as well as fur trims both because she's a bee and because she's a bougie rich girl. i wanted the look to scream elegance and be a little retro and 60ies-inspired to go with her hairdo. the shape and tights are like a cute minidress married to a fur coat meets bee stinger, which is the vibe i want! the gloves are full chic and also sort of like black insect legs.

again a light blue wing detail for a pop of contrast and just because wings are fucking cool, and it gave me an excuse for 60ies inspired blue eyeshadow! yellow eyes cause i love weird eye colours, and it just looks a little creepy and jaundiced hehe

no mask because everyone knows its's her anyways, so why bother? plus masks are sort of annoying to design around lol. i kept her feelers because theyre really cute!

queen bee x butterfly - ive wanted chloe to become the new hawk moth since the concept was teased. well now my heart is broken forever, but i can still dream!! so this is like, an au where she has a full epic villain arc, keeps the bee and also gets the butterfly miraculous and becomes the new big bad!

i kept a lot of thw elements from the queen bee design but modified them. the dress changes shape into something less like a stinger and more like a chic mini winter coat to match the giant fur trim she has now! obviously huge moth wings are a must, and more of a staff than hawk moth's cane because, hey. she's royalty.

her queen bee feelers change to fuzzy moth ones, and the colours are a little different to match better with purple! plus a butterfly mask now, and white eyes with solid yellow irises to diffirenciate her from.......

hawk moth - who is a fashion designer and should really have a better look!

i gave him solid white eyes to make him look less human and goofy, and again for that cool comic-booky look.

i based the whole design on wanting his silouette to mimic thw butterfly miraculous, so i kept and exaggerated his canon lapels and added two pointy coat tails for the bottom of the wings.

the long coat is a bit more dramatique and less basic, and i tried to give his mask a little flourish to keep him from looking so much like a silver thumb.

the only place i kept the silver is for the vest, which is segmented to imitatw to look of a butterfly or moth's belly. i spent the least amount of time on this one but i'm pretty happy with it for a rougher draft than the other three designs.

[shares-a-vest]

'i have writer's block', i say as i go back to a little ficlet i've had sitting in my drafts for months and immediately turn into 1.4k...

Summer, 1995

Wayne Munson's hearing isn't what it used to be, but he is almost certain he can hear a steady stream of cooing sounds coming from Eddie's bedroom.

He frowns and looks at his watch.

It's only 6:30am.

He yawns at the early hour as he shuffles to the kitchen for his prized coffee pot. And gosh darn it, he thinks. He really didn't want to be on a shiftwork sleep schedule while the boys are visiting with his granddaughter.

"Joanie-Bear..."

"Joanie-Bolonge..."

Yep – that is definitely Eddie with one of his silly pet names and a high-pitched sing-song voice.

Wayne can't help but stifle a chuckle as he fetches a clean mug from the drying rack on the sink. He's never known Eddie to wake up this early. Not even back when Steve moved in with his militant morning routine of jogging-showering-breakfast, all before Eddie's third alarm finally rustled him semi-conscious.

He sets his mug down with a clang on the bench as the incessant beeping of Eddie's blasted wristwatch sounds through his waning eardrums. He wishes he'd never bought the thing (in his futile efforts to make his nephew punctual) in the first place.

But the distant memory of Eddie's useless watch is quickly replaced with the disgruntled wailing of Joanie – a living, breathing tiny-human alarm that will surely be more than effective in getting his nephew up at a decent hour. For the next few years, at least.

He foregoes a courteous knock and opens the bedroom door to find Eddie sitting at the end of the bed with Steve in his lap as they both look into the crib that contains the source of the ruckus.

"What are you boys doing?" Wayne asks with fond amusement.

"Saying good morning to the light of our lives," Steve says, all syrupy-sweet as he reaches down and makes a shushing noise.

Wayne steps closer, smiling as he catches sight of his granddaughter.

"Hey, darling."

Joanie smiles so wide her eyes crinkle up, cheeks growing rosier as she kicks her feet with such vigour she could tear straight through her yellow onesie.

"We were basking in the peace and quiet," Eddie explains with an adoring sigh, "Gotta relish it before this little bean starts going about her busy day of toddling, talking and getting stinky."

"Talking?" Wayne is very much aware he sounds disappointed.

"Bee-shabba-fur," Eddie turns to Steve with complete seriousness, punctuating his babble-talk with a hand flourish.

"Eepa-nann-ca," Steve agrees, nodding up at Wayne like he is supposed to chime in.

He smiles, "I don't think you should be accusing anyone of being stinky, Eddie. I remember you at her age all too clearly."

His nephew frowns and hides behind Steve's shoulder to shield himself from any more barbs, even though his boy claps a hand over his own mouth to contain his laughter.

"A... app-ess," Joanie babbles and excitedly kicks her feet again.

"That means applesauce," Steve nods as Joanie starts grumbling again and makes grabby hands in the air.

"Looks like she's expecting that applesauce right now," he warns the pair as he scoops her up.

"But – " Steve protests.

"Shh," Eddie cuts him off as his eyes get all droopy, "Let him take her."

Wayne rolls his eyes.

Alright, so maybe Eddie still isn't a morning person. Parenthood has just forced it on him.

"Come on, kid," he says as his granddaughter cranes her neck to look out expectantly at the kitchen.

Although he is thrilled to have a whole two weeks with the boys and Joanie, the trio being back in Hawkins means that Wayne has to share them with others, including the Hendersons. Call him selfish, but he'd much prefer to just stay at home all day than pack half the house into the car for the short trip across town for lunch.

As Steve opens the car door to sit with Joanie, she grumbles and squirms, whipping her head about. Wayne dips his head to get a look at the fuss she beams, making an eh noise at the sight of him. He barks a laugh as she swivels to look at her father, her hair fashioned into two not-so-small buns giving her a disproportionate bobblehead.

"You want Pa to sit with you?" Steve asks the kid.

She shoots Steve a look like she is desperate for him to vacate the seat.

"You drive," Wayne nods, ensuring they arrange something before Eddie insists on driving.

He really doesn't feel like getting car sick before a Claudia Henderson-catered lunch.

With Steve safely driving, and Eddie being distracted by some local council drama playing out over the talk-back hour on the radio, Wayne can relax.

That is until he feels a little paw clawing at his hand.

"You wanna hold my hand," he asks Joanie as he offers his palm.

"Eh-ep...ish," she stutters out all spittle-filled.

"That means 'yes please'," Eddie chimes, leaning into the crackling radio as he scoffs at the disc jockey's quip.

Wayne chuckles, "Figured that."

He looks down to find Joanie now tracing the many lines on his palm. She's in a state of deep concentration, leaning as far forward as her car seat straps will allow as she goes.

She soon takes his thumb in her hand, clenching her fist around it as she grows tired, most likely due to the bumps in the road interrupting her tracing game rather than any actual sleepiness. Wayne can feel her soft fingertips press against the callous on his knuckle. She freezes and unfurls her hand to examine it.

She looks up with the same confused frown Eddie always had as a kid, her big brown eyes clearly expressing thoughts that she can't yet put into words. But she is most definitely thinking away in that little noggin.

She presses her forefinger to the callous to poke at it.

"Got a lot of those, I'm afraid," he explains, "Too tough for your hands."

She looks him over, eyes darting about as she opens her mouth like she is readying herself to respond.

For a moment, he thinks she might not have a damn clue, but then she takes his thumb again and pulls it close. He has to shift a little so his hand isn't twisting on the edge of the baby seat but sure enough, Joanie holds his hand for the remainder of the ride.

When they reach the Hendersons, Claudia announces she already has lunch well underway. She and Wayne think alike when Joanie is around. Rush through all that boring grown-up stuff to get straight to playtime with the kid.

Steve is going about his usual routine, carrying his daughter around the house to give her a tour while the others make the finishing touches on lunch.

Though Wayne is sure Eddie and Dustin are each sneaking samples and more getting in the way than actually helping. He smirks at the sound of something clanging in the kitchen and Claudia giving a scolding, "Dusty!" as he rounds the corner to the dining room.

Steve is walking around the table with Joanie in his arms, counting the chairs aloud. But Joanie isn't listening. She spots Wayne and beams.

"Pa!"

His heart stops – or maybe it swells.

Joanie outstretches her hands as she tries to wiggle out of her father's grip. And Steve, the poor boy, looks shell-shocked. He blinks, eyes as wide as Claudia's special-occasion dinner plates.

"Eh-Eddie!" Steve half stutters, half shrieks as tears begin to well up.

"What, what, what?" his nephew panics, walking in from the kitchen cradling a gravy boat like his hands are too full for anything else.

He walks right up to Steve and practically hooks his chin on his shoulder. Eddie frowns at his partner. And Joanie just keeps squirming, now turning her attention to her father.

"Pa!" she whines through a frustrated little hiccup as she points across the room.

Eddie yelps and cups a hand over his mouth.

Thankfully, Wayne doesn't hear the sound of the gravy boat dropping onto the freshly-vacuumed carpet. He doesn't even look to make sure. He's far too focused on his granddaughter.

"She said her first word," Steve whispers like he has a frog in his throat.

Joanie did say her first word.

Wayne's granddaughter said her first word.

And her first word referred to him.

Her Pa.

His bottom lip wobbles as they lock eyes once more.

But the moment is short-lived as the kid resumes wriggling about, pushing against Steve's possessive hold with some real force this time as she balls up a fistful of her father's pale blue polo shirt.

"Pa!" she dry-sobs.

Wayne shakes his head and steps forward. He'll have to save the serious emotions and a doting session with the boys for later if they want to avoid a catastrophic meltdown right now. He beams as he rushes the couple of strides it takes to reach his cranky granddaughter, who remains completely unaware of the marvel that has everyone at a useless standstill.

"Better do as she says," he laughs, taking her from Steve.

The boy has no choice but to give her up.

Joanie almost jumps into his embrace as she hooks her arms in a vice-like grip around his neck. Wayne looks at the boys, apologetic as he bounces his granddaughter.

Not that she needs settling now, anyway.

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