#i do still want to wrap them in a blankie and give them the world though but pls understand i feel that way about Fyodor too so.....😌🙏

[ratwars]

I've changed my mind. I enjoy seeing Sigma in distress 🙏

[babydolls-writing-space]

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A = Affection (Are they an affectionate caregiver?) 

- Yes, Angel is a very loving and affectionate caregiver! He loves holding his little one in his arms and talking to them in a sweet baby voice 

B = Behave (Are they strict? What kind of warnings do they give before punishment is needed?)

- He isn't to strict but he dose give a bunch  of warning before doing anything. He doesn't believe in harsh punishments, the most you will get is no sweets, nap time or the timeout corner 

C = Clothing (How do they dress their little?) 

- He tries to match the style they love but he loves to dress his littles like him (soft colors yes still stylish). He loves when the two of you match  

D = Defense (Are they protective caregivers? Maybe overprotective even?) 

- I would say he is protective but not overly protective- like yes he keeps you away from gross people and out of harms way in general but he isn't overbearing.  

E = Express (How do they express their love?  What's their love language?) 

- I feel like angel has words of affirmation, gift giving, and physical touch. He loves making things for his little one such as deco pacis and little outfits. He also love holding his little one in his arms while praising them in a baby voice and just making sure that they are ok  

F = First (How was their first experience as the little's caregiver?) 

- It was a little bit of an experience to say the least. The first time he ever was a caregiver was when his little baby was sick with the flu. He made soup and got some juice for his little as well as medicine. After he was done he would wrap his little one in a blanky as he would rock them and try and get them to take a nap. 

G = Guide (Would they be a good teacher to their little? What would they teach them?) 

- I would say so, he would teach you how to love youself and accept that things happen that we cant control

H = Health (How do they make sure their little is healthy?) 

- They make sure that there eating well with planned / accessible snacks, bathtime,drinking lots of water,etc 

I = Intuitive (Can the caregiver feel when their little is regressing?) 

- Yes he can tell when you are regressing with little signs giving such as if you are watching your cartoons or if you have a stuffie with you.  

J = Jealous (Are they the jealous caregiver type?) 

- Honestly, he is a little jealous sometimes but i wouldnt say he is overbearing with it. It dose hurt him if you get another caregiver that he dosent really know or like. 

K= Kiss (Are they used to kiss their little? Where?) 

-  He loves to give forehead kisses and he will kiss your boo boos if you get hurt  

L = Listen (Do they enjoy listening to their little?) 

- Yes! He loves hearing his little one ramble on about there favorite cartoons or how there stuffie could rule the world if they really wanted to 

M = Moment (What's one of their favorite moments being a caregiver?) 

- He loves seeing how happy his littles get when he makes them something such as a deco paci or a piece of clothing  

N = Nurse (Could and would they nurse their little one? Or would they rather bottle feed them?)

-  I have a feeling if he could I would say no and he prefers to bottle feed anyways 

P = Pet Name (What pet name do they call their little? What pet name their little calls them?) 

Q = Quirk (Talk about a funny caregiver-quirk of them) 

- He knows how to throw the best little dance party ever! 

R = Rough (How do they punish their little? Is it rough or gentle?) 

- Gental always, he hates being mean towards you so if u do something bad he tries to talk to you about it first before anything or anyone  

S = Seasons (What are their favorite season to play with their little and why?) 

- Probably spring because its not to hot and not to cold and he can find more things to do such as play in the rain or go look at flowers 

T = Toys (Are they used to spoil their little with toys? Or they'd rather play with their little most of the time without toys?) 

- He dose tend to get his little quite a bit of toys but he also loves playing without them because it gives him and his little a chance to be more creative  

U = Useful (Is there anything they learned before becoming a caregiver that is *really* useful while caring for their little?) 

- He learned how to be patient with his little and to tell them that they are strong and that they are loved 

V = Vulnerable (Would they show vulnerability around their little?) 

For him i feel like it would be allowing his little to be in his lap and letting them play with his hair ( i feel angel would have a hard time with touch because of his job ) 

W = Weep (What is their reaction when their little starts crying?) 

- He runs over and picks his little one up and rocks them to try and get them to stop crying while also asking them what's wrong 

X = Xtra (Write the headcanon of your choice) 

One time when angel had gotten off his work and went back to his room in the hotel he saw his little one on the floor surrounded by paper and art supplies as his little got up and showed him all the pictures he made for them 

Y = Yummy (Do they know how to cook? Do they enjoy cooking for their little?) 

- Im sorry but angel dose not know how to cook for the life of him- you get a lot of snacks and meals made by husk 

Z = Zzz (What about naptime and bedtime?) 

- He loves putting his little one because he loves giving them a bath and playing with the toys or when the lights are off but there is a nightlight and he hums while rocking you  

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[eyedove]

ahhh, and for a moment, things were still!! except not really, because the problem was still happening all around me and i wanted an excuse to get the fuck outta there.

and then i went to feed the rats their dinner and behold! three come to the bowl!

problem is i have four rats!

me talking about how much he meant to me below the cut.

so i went a hunting and yeah. my poor skrunkly. down at the bottom of the cage. curled up. none of his brothers had gotten to him and started to clean him up yet, so he was fully there. he looked so handsome. hes always been a very handsome boy.

i hung out with him for a while, just like i did last night. just like last night, once i had his favorite blankie, he climbed right into my arms and was happy to be cuddled right up to my chest to stay warm.

last night we sat at the computer for hours watching jerma and snuggling. he was sleepy at first, but once he got a good nap in, he was ready to run around and explore. he looked at all my toys on my desktop. he hid under all my laundry. he crawled into my blankets on my bed. he ran around on the floor, sniffing everything he could, and then, when he found a nice dark warm spot by the heat vent, he went still, totally relaxed, and started to fall asleep.

i went up to him with his blankie and wrapped him up and started to pet him. he was so calm. a year ago, he didn't like anybody in the world touching him. no humans allowed. he would fight any human who came close to touching his brothers. if the cat got her nose too close to the cage, he would snap and bite. he was not socialized properly when he was raised, and he was shipped to us in an inhumane manner. it was the middle of summer and he was in a carrier too small for four rats to fit into comfortably, and he was put in the trunk of a hot car. he was traumatized and afraid of humans.

slowly i started getting him used to me opening the cage door. then me leaving him snacks on the floor. then me getting him to eat them out of my hand. then getting him to lick liquid food off my fingers. then him letting me pet him, but only on the forehead and chin.

then he got sick. he could only eat baby food and formula, or crunchies that had been broken down into tiny pieces. but he was such a fucking champ about it. he started to get excited about seeing me when i came with his painkillers and his snacks that were special for him. he would meet me on a different floor of his house than his brothers so he could have his special snack without them stealing it from him.

he started holding my hand. if i handed him a treat, he would eat it, but he'd keep a tiny, tiny hand on my finger and hold it until he was done. he started refusing to eat out of a dish - he only wanted it if i was giving it to him on my fingers or if i was holding a cup full of it for him. he started crawling on my shoulders and my arms and my head and riding around with me.

i remember the first time we took a shower was because he was getting too old to clean himself, so i brought him to the bathroom, cranked the heat, and bathed him in warm water in the sink. he cleaned himself and then wanted to explore the whole bathroom, so i picked him up - something he never wouldve let me do six months before that - and showed him everything there was to see in the bathroom.

then, last night, i took him in my room. my parents were fighting. i really, really, really wanted an excuse - any excuse - to leave and shut myself in my room. benji crawled into my lap. i dont think he knew, but he helped me so much. i have so much shitty ptsd that sends me into panic attacks when there's a noise somewhere in the house i dont recognize, or if someone says something far away and i cant quite make out what it is. and me, terrified, is sitting there, and he squirms into my lap and hides in my shirt and falls asleep.

so i pick him up and take him to my room. we relax. we watched jerma. he ran around. he got tired. i cupped him in my hands with his blankie around him. i rubbed him and pet him and told him he was a little warrior. a little protector. he always from day one has protected his brothers so fiercely from everyone around him. i told him i was so, so, so honored that he chose me to be friends with. i told him that his friendship meant so much to me. i told him that earning his friendship was one of the most fulfilling things ive ever done. i told him that all my rats have taught me things, and that hes taught me that i can change. eventually. some time. it doesnt have to be now. it doesnt have to be ten, twenty, forty years from now. but i can change. i can make friends who just like me for me, and not even the me that i pretend to be to get those friends. because it never, ever, ever felt like a chore to take care of him. i told him that he was my little boy, and i love him so much. he fell asleep in my hands, so i picked him up and brought him back to his cage - the house was silent by then, everyone having gone to their separate rooms and gone to sleep. me and benji were the only ones left. me and benji spent our time that the rest of the world, even his brothers, spent sleeping, making each other feel needed and wanted. like we were part of something together, that was just us. just me and benji.

i set him in his cage last night and i told him good night. i will see you in the morning, baby. have a good nap with your brothers. and he woke up - he woke up, he looked around, realized he was back at home, and yawned, and crawled into his box with his brothers to snuggle up and sleep. it's been so cold. they all slept together warm and cozy.

im so glad i had that last night with him. im so glad i got to say everything i wanted to to him. im so glad that in the fucking mind-boggling long time that humans and rats have existed, and how ridiculously many rats and humans are on this planet at any given time, that he was my boy. out of all of them, he was my boy. he is still my boy.

[sspoike]

hello hii I was tagged a hot minute ago (sorry I’m very late on this) by @anyachristinaemmanuellajenkins and @doppelganglands for a get-to-know tag game and tho I’m late on it i still rlly wanted to participate so here goes

1. three ships:

-spuffy (it’s like a worm that’s settled shop in my brain it’s not going away sorry, and I’m very pro turning spuffy into a throuple with like angel or faith or dru like I wanna support THEIR endeavors it’s women supporting women)

-sookie x eric northman from the sookie stackhouse series (ie true blood but it’s the books that scratch the eric northman itch wayyy more to my liking, I think it’s bc the books hate bill the way I hate bill, which is a lot more than the tv show for some reason)

-giles x jenny x ethan… I just think they’re all hot and i want them together with tension-filled bickering. lock me up and sue me

2. first ship ever: im having a hard time figuring this one out bc my memory has kind of disintegrated over the years but I think it was sam x danny phantom (ghost mode), again just bc I thought they were hot and I wanted to be them (but specifically ghost mode danny bc non-ghost mode danny is Just Some Guy and child me was already Just Some Guy). if it’s not that it might’ve been bella x edward— not to air out my dirty laundry but twilight (2008) ignited something feral and disgusting within young me. I think it’s the vampire thing

3. currently listening: ‘miami’ by caroline rose. im having to restrain myself from listening to it too much bc I do have a tendency to gorge myself on the things I love until I’m absolutely sick of it. also any and all things Tennis.

4. last movie: the Banshees of Inisherin. It’s about despair and breaking up with a friend and the lack of answers & resolutions that can surround an ending to that kind of relationship and it’s silly and it’s got irish accents and tiny little donkeys and I liked it but my mom hated it

5. currently reading: perhaps I did start rereading the sookie stackhouse series and perhaps I am already on book 4 “Dead to the World” by Charlaine Harris. eric just lost his memory btw. he’s wrapped in a blankie in sookie’s house and he’s watching her boxed-set of btvs. if you even care.

6. currently watching: The Last of Us on hbo. mushrooms are so cool man

7. currently consuming: iced coffee :) I made it myself :) and it’s very Just Okay:) (it’s pretty bad)

8. currently craving: I got a new nonstick pan so I’ve been making a lot of over-easy eggs and eating english muffin breakfast sandwiches. not to be a woman in her twenties but something about the nonstick being super non-sticky is making me feel alive

bc I am a bit late on the game I’m informally tagging mutuals and anyone else who wants to give it a go! thank you for coming to my tedtalk

[chinahatbeach]

Thoughts for Today

Brr….. winter is still here. Snow happened here or there around the area. Stop already, go away winter. And this morning, I see a glimmer of sunshine and that makes me smile. I’m wrapped in my blankie as I type this and the world is good.

The doggo alarm clock started to go off at 6 am. Will I ever sleep in again? Oh, she’s in her chair taking a snooze now. And the cat finally calmed down. Yes, The Terrorist needs catnip in the morning. I guess it’s like coffee for us. She likes a couple of dried leaves and meows until I give it to her. Nepetalactone, the essential oil in catnip, is what causes the reaction. Sensitivity to this herb is hereditary—an estimated 50 % of cats have no reaction. There you just learned something….. I didn’t know it either.

I get up some mornings to looking up items or stuff on Google. I wonder a lot about many things and I am curious enough to look up the answers.

Where do electric car batteries come from? is a question I wanted to know. They are made using carbon or graphite, a metal oxide, and lithium salt. Those elements make up the positive and negative electrodes and are combined with electrolytes to produce electric current. Half of the world’s cobalt originates from the Democratic Republic of Congo, while Indonesia, Australia, and Brazil make up the lion’s share of global nickel reserves, and South America’s ‘Lithium Triangle’ consisting of Bolivia, Chile and Argentina hold 75% of the world’s lithium.

Hmm……. I do not like electric cars. I find them to be a problem more than a solution. I want to be able to go wherever I want without the worry of finding a place to plug in my car. The cost of electricity is a thought. And where does the electricity come from?

I sit and ponder many things like this. The people who are “in the know” want us to recycle, yet most of the recyclable stuff isn’t recycled but put in the same landfills as the garbage. Most people recycle so that they have less garbage and it doesn’t cost as much to put stuff in the recycle bin compared to the garbage bin.

We really are strange as humans. We do one thing that is suppose to save the world yet do ten times worth of other things that ruin the world. Guess what? The world won’t last forever and we won’t either!

I look at when we die. People want a certain type of casket. Pretty color, nice drapery for the body inside the casket, and the perfect spot in a cemetery. Will you enjoy that pretty casket? Does it lessen the grief of loved ones when they see you in a funeral? Nope. And then you take up a piece of land and how many folks come to visit you on a regular basis? Maybe, if you are lucky, once a year? And honestly, do you know if they show up to visit you? I don’t think so…… your body and bones are there but your soul has travelled on. That body was only a tent to be used for a time here on earth.

So, why don’t we get cremated and let our ashes go to the wind? I find that a good way of recycling and not taking up good farm land. Yeah, I always think of space. Have you ever been to a huge cemetery and wonder how many bodies fill it. Metal or wooden boxes of bodies…….. no one is home.

Yup, I have turned a bit morbid. As a kid, I asked a lot of questions and drove my mom nuts. When my grandmother’s died, my poor mom had the questions given to her. She was honest with me. Questions were answered and life went on.

Well, I shall ponder my thoughts in the shower and get going on my day. I’m hungry. I need sausage patties this morning…… yes, a change up in my routine……..oh, no sausage patties……. well, bacon it is!

Have a marvelous weekend….

And that’s the way it is……..

[cebwrites]

I'm in a "need cuddle pile or implode" mood so if I may request polyam Penguin/Shachi x nonbinary reader comfort cuddles? like who in this pile is the big/little/on top as weighted blanket spoon, how much skinship do they need, hammock swing pile or regular bunk pile?

those type of cuddle headcanons and anything else you can think of, just wanna be in between a cuddle sandwich 😖

haha of course, we love to see more penshach AND nb rep in this house <33 including the bep for me some space filler 💕

cuddle headcanons (PenShach, Bepo + a little Law)

NB reader, poly he/they Law, transmasc Penguin word count: 0.8k

PenShach

Pen is usually the big spoon, for both of you, but if he's feeling particularly giving, he'll let Shach be the big spoon for a while - it's a habit he's carried from childhood, letting Shachi 'guard' his back whenever Penguin's feeling vulnerable

Pen moods when he doesn't mind either you or Shachi being the big spoon, but in that case you two gotta rock-paper-scissors for it; generally Penguin likes when you and Shachi give him back hugs, it's just particularly when he's sleeping that he gets a little titchy about it

Shachi has no preference either way, but he does like being your little spoon while he faces Penguin so this orca gets the best of both worlds

Shach also has a habit of just jumping on the bed while you and Penguin are already laying there - you're all grateful that Law isn't the only doctor on deck, considering he's made it clear that the next time any one of you three came in with 'bed-leaping' related injuries they'd tell you to walk it off, and you aren't quite sure if captain's being serious about this or not

No more hammock piles either (or at least not poorly made ones) because the last time this happened someone walked away with a limp and the other two had bruises from the fall

Shachi rolls around a lot in his sleep, Penguin's used to this because he grew up with it but it might you take a while to acclimate to Shach's hectic sleeping patterns - typically it mellows out after one of you is the big spoon to him or he holds you in the middle while Penguin smooths out his hair

Shachi sleeps in only his boxers, Penguin needs to have at least a tank top on so there's minimal skin-to-skin contact with his top scars; sometimes, when he's feeling particularly vulnerable, he'll ask you to run your fingers over them, not quite asking his partners for the verbal affirmation and affection but you give it anyway, as does Shacchan

Penguin is 1000% a blanket hog - it's a blanket big enough for three people, he still manages to wrap himself up in it anyway - but it's mostly out of habit from growing up in a frigid climate

You and Shachi have to unroll him in the summer so he doesn't accidentally give himself heatstroke and both (used to) fight for the sheets in the winter; the three of you came to the conclusion that it'd just be easier to have one separate blanket for Penguin and one you and Shachi could share when the temperature dropped so no one would catch a cold from Pen's blanky hogging habits

Bepo

He's a big, fuzzy bear, of course he'd be absolute heaven to lay, rest, and sleep on

Bepo is VERY cuddly and sometimes gets a little carried away, quite literally carrying you away and swinging your feet off the ground even though you've only been gone for what could range from a day or an hour

He tends to be a little shy, though, especially in the beginning of your relationship, asking with small tugs to your sleeve with avoided eye contact - nowadays, all he has to do is nose his snout into the crook of your neck for you to know that Bepo wants cuddle time, but he's still a little bit (a lot a bit) bashful about being affectionate with you around people that aren't a part of the Heart crew - those Bep considers family, essentially

Bepo sleep talks, it's mostly nonsense a lot of the time, a lot of it is also "aye aye captains" with varying levels of comprehensibility depending on how groggy this sleep talking session is, but every now and again there will be stuff specifically about you

"Dom't tougch theymmr.... mym parbner.." and whatnot, mixed in with cute little snuffs and Bepo's feet kicking at the air until you smooth out his fur and give him snout and forehead kisses to calm him down - lord knows what he's actually dreaming about because when you ask him the next morning, he can never remember

Sometimes Law drags his feet into Bepo's room after a long, weary day and Bepo really can't say no to his childhood friend, so you'll have to share Bepo's fluffy warmth for a little bit, the few hours Law does manage to sleep - but frankly there's enough room for both of you on there and would you really oppose seeing your captain sleepy, affectionate (to Bepo) and not at all grumpy for once?

Don't push them on it, though, or Law can and will get up like a disgruntled cat that no longer wants to be touched after you've moved just an inch too much for their liking

Every now and again, usually if he's just woken up and still very sleepy, Bepo's instincts kick in and he tries to lick ("groom") you and you're hit with unfortunate morning bear breath - yes, you get cute rumbly polar bear purrs when he's not quite awake yet but at what cost?! Worth it tho

[legendofzoodles]

LU Character design Analysis 7

Hello again! In case this is the first post you’re seeing, I’m doing this thing where I analysis all the chain’s character designs in LU and rank them against each other. It started off as a fun analysis post, but then I wanted to do a list so it became multiple posts, and then I decided to quantify my opinions, so I created a score system. 

I’ve been doing it a member at a time and this is post number 7, so I suggest you go read the others before reading this one if you’re not caught up. Links are at the bottom! 

For those who are caught up, let’s get onto...

3rd place: Hyrule

This is the most basic design before Wars; it is pretty much just a stylish take on his attire from LOZ and LOZ 2. But it’s this far up the list because it’s superbly practical and feels fresh yet old school.

Pros: His deal is that he’s this lone wandering cave gremlin, always on the move and having an affinity for exploration and getting lost in the natural world. This design communicates that almost perfectly. The browns are ideal colours for the great outdoors as they are easy to keep clean while on the go and combined with the slightly subdued green make sure he can traverse the woods or grassy plains relatively unnoticed. They are also are well placed, the different shades are complimentary, and they don’t get in the way of each other thanks to the yellow trim on his undershirt separating them. 

Where in Wars’ case the yellow trim highlighted the exposed parts of his tunic and therefore drew too much attention to his torso, these do the opposite in Hyrule’s case, drawing the eye to his arms, legs and head. Nice. They’re also fairly subtle but against all the dark browns, stand out enough where if you look for him you’ll spot him- which is advantageous for him and his allies. 

The whole outfit is practically saying, “nothing interesting to see here folks”, which fits Hyrule’s semi introverted nature. Yet the colour palette is warm, showing that he’s a total sweetheart if you take the time to get to know him. 

He’s wearing a belt! No hanging ends, no waist blankie, no fur pelt to awkwardly tuck in, it’s just a simple ‘straight to the point’ belt. A belt that fulfils its purpose splendidly, for it is simple, securely fastened and it has useful items hanging from it. 

The leather arm guards seemed strange to me at first- having it be wrapped around his middle finger looked uncomfortable, seemed like it was too much tension to put on one finger. But now that I’m analysing it I think they’re pretty neat. From a superficial stance it’s a nice change of pace from the sea of fingerless gloves, but they’re still very protective. I like the cross stitching detail running down and it is reflected in the stiching pattern on his trousers. The strange shape is due to him possibly hiding his red triforce mark (I don’t know the backstory, but it must be important to him)- and this was a pretty unique way of doing that.

A couple more things: I love the long wide sleeves of his brown undershirt since it gives him a more androgynous look (like Wild, and coming off as slightly gender neutral was also part of his original pixel design) and I like the cross stitching pattern on his green tunic (echoes the stitching on his trousers and armguards). His clothes have a similar vibe as Twilight, that being they have a run down and homespun look to it, very fitting for a rogue traveller.

Cons: For the top three in this list I’m hard pressed finding any meaningful faults. I guess Hyrule’s only major fault is that he’s not wearing armour. But then again his outfit is very good at not drawing attention (it’s kinda like, medieval style camouflage) and he’s the main spell caster, so armour wouldn’t really be a priority for him. If anything it might give him trouble when casting lightning spells. 

His head looks a little bland. I’m salty that most of the chain aren’t wearing their hats because it’s such an easy way to spruce up their designs, plus the hat is iconic. The other’s have enough going on that they don’t need to wear their hats, but Hyrule’s design is a little too bland without some sort of head accessory. 

Wishlist: I wish he had a green cape with a yellow stripe around the rim. There’s no reason for him not to wear one. 

If not then some green accessories in his hair would be nice nonetheless, maybe some leaf looking things that could be woven in his hair (if it were longer).

Not essential, but I’d also kinda like to see some Christian imagery in his design, as it was something that was featured a lot in the first couple of games in the series. It can be something small like a cross necklace, or a cross accessory on his belt. 

Score:

Aesthetic and visual score (/10): 8 Character representation score (/5): 5 Practicality score (/5): 4 Total (/20): 17

I’m here for the simplicity. I adore what he’s already got going on and he really doesn’t need more than that. 

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Thanks for reading! What modifications would you make to their designs? And do you agree with me or not? I’d love to know :)

Masterlist

9th place in the character design ranking

8th place

7th place

6th place

5th place

4th place

1st place

Character analysis posts:

Hero of the Sky, Hero of Time, Hero of Twilight, Hero of the Wild, Hero of Warriors

[secret-treasury]

Dad!Sirius

little blurbs about sirius being the best dad ever. Also includes some sirius X reader, Marauders.

Babysitters

Atlas loves when Lily babysits them. He is just smitten with her and he especially likes her hair. She’ll hold him and he would just stare at her with awe. He would pull a little on her hair and would get pouty when told off for it, especially from James. He isn’t a fan of James' because he always takes Lily away from him at the end of the day and he doesn't like that, but eventually he’d grow to like him... a little.

Neo on the other hand enjoys hanging out with James. She follows him everywhere and wants to be with him when he does random things, she is like his little shadow. She gets pouty if she doesn’t get to play with his glasses and he always tells her to be careful with them so as to not break them. She has an attitude, she rolls her eyes at him. “Well… she's a pads kid alright!” he’d joke. To which she responds with an excited “Padtoot!” and laugh while running away with James' glasses to get her dog plushy.

Remus is however Neo's favorite babysitter and for one reason only. He has a beard and she loves beards and just wants to grab at them. Luckily both Sirius and Remus keep their beards trimmed short so there isn’t much for her to grab. Sirius did the prank on her where he hid the lower part of his face behind a towel, then when he revealed his clean shaven face, Neo was SO upset she wouldn’t stop crying. Whenever she saw him until his beard grew back she’d cry at the sight of him. When he finally had his beard back she had missed him so much. She’d have a similar reaction to remus shaving but milder. Neo loves hanging out with her uncles but daddy is still the best. Remus and Atlas get along great, atlas loves to sit in uncle Remy's lap while he reads, and most of the time he falls asleep, Atlas is a very cuddly and sleepy boy so it works out well.

Regulus is a decent babysitter but confuses the twins slightly when they are very young for the simple reason that he looks similar to their dad. Before they eventually learn the difference, he would be kind of an ‘imposter Sirius’ because they are aware that isn’t dad…. But he really looks like dad….

Bath time!

Both Neo and Atlas LOVE bath time, especially with their dad. They both just can’t stop laughing when Sirius makes himself a bubble beard and causes bubbles to fly everywhere when he talks. He’d create fun narratives with pirates and priateship and sea monsters.

The only thing Atlas doesn’t like about bath time is washing his hair, he cries so much because he doesn’t like getting shampoo in his eyes or when water runs down his face. Luckily Sirius is super gentle with him and makes sure he feels safe the whole time.

“Close your eyes” the little boy does as his father says and shuts his eyes really hard. Sirius puts some shampoo in his palm and rubs his hands together before massaging it into the boy’s hair. Atlas starts whining a little bit. “It’s alright buddy” sirius comforts. When it’s time to wash the shampoo out he gets pouty again. Sirius tells Atlas to lean his head back while he supports the little boy’s back with his hand.

“Are you keeping ‘em closed?”. Atlas nods and again focuses on keeping his eyes shut as hard as he can. “Here comes the water,” Sirius warns. He would never do anything to break his son’s trust, especially not for a laugh. All three of them sing a song together, usually some type of nursery rhyme, to help distract the little scared boy from the water.

Neo was easier to handle albeit a bit wild. She loved singing the song whilst water was running down her face and it sounded like she was underwater. She’d laugh a lot and then accidentally breath in some water. She’d be upset for a moment and cough a bit but in no time she’s singing happily again. Sirius often found himself singing nursery rhymes in the shower when he would wash his own hair, just a weird habit he had when the kids were little.

After bath time he would help them into their cute little bathrobes and then the two kids would run to their mama looking like little jawas. Sirius would join them moments later, clothes splashed with bathwater and bubbles still in his beard. He didn’t mind though.

Bedtime

Sirius would teach them to brush their teeth by themself as soon as possible. He would seat them on the bathroom counter, give them their little toothbrushes and portion out the tooth paste. Neo was the most troublesome in this area, she didn’t like brushing her teeth so he’d tell her an elaborate story of why she needs to brush her teeth. Unfortunately she didn’t believe him. Atlas did though and always pointed out that they need to brush their teeth every morning and evening like the sweet boy he is. Because of Neo's brother pestering her with the importance of brushing her teeth she’d do it. So it worked out for Sirius eventually… in a roundabout way.

After all the teeth had been brushed, including Sirius’, he set them back down on the floor and the twins rushed as fast as their little legs could carry them to their shared bedroom. Atlas would get his blankie and his deer plush that he got from auntie Lils when he was born. Neo would get a book and her very loved dog plushy also called padfoot or as she ‘padtoot’. They would wait for Sirius to join them and he would take a seat in the armchair they had in their little room, he would place the twins in his lap and they would get comfortable. Atlas would share his blankie and they would place their plushies in their laps getting ready for the bedtime story.

Sirius would read to them and also educate them on different topics, making the twins question what happened in the story and why. While also keeping it lighthearted and fun. He’d give the characters different voices, some were funny and some were silly. After they finished the story they would beg him to read another one and it would break his heart telling them no, but he knew they were exhausted and needed their sleep. “There will be another story tomorrow”

Puting Atlas to sleep was the easiest thing in the world. As soon as his head hit the pillow he would be asleep, holding onto his blankie and his plush. Sirius would pull the covers up and lovingly caress the boy’s cheek and place a kiss on his forehead wishing him goodnight.

Neo was more troublesome, she wanted Sirius to stay with her until she fell asleep. He’d tuck her in, kiss her forehead and also give ‘padtoot’ a goodnight kiss. Then he’d sit on the floor by her bed and caress her cheek til she fell asleep. Sometimes he’d fall asleep on the floor leaning onto the side of her bed.

Food habits

Atlas is a picky eater, veggies are his number one enemy and he’ll do anything to not eat them. Sirius understands this because he himself hated veggies when he was little although his punishments for not eating them was very uncalled for. It takes a lot of coaxing to get atlas to eat them and he is always the last one at the table. Sirius has tried everything but it's still a struggle.

“Just eat 3 more broccolis and a cauliflower, then you can go play” Sirius tried to convince the boy but he just shook his head and scrunched up his face in disgust. He couldn’t help but sigh at the cute but stubborn little boy. “Eat two and then we’ll go play afterwards, okay buddy?” Sirius tried to bargain. He saw a glimmer in the boy's eyes.

“You play too?” he asked hopefully and Sirius nodded. Atlas unwillingly picked up the fork and poked at the veggies. After a while he picked out the two smallest veggies and ate them one at a time. “Done!” he declared after forcing them down. Atlas slipped off the chair and rushed to join his siblings.

“Daddy will play with us” he cheered happily, veggies long forgotten. They spent most of the afternoon playing hide and seek. Atlas was the first to get tired and decided to hide under the covers in his parents bed. As he crawled under the covers Neo and Zagreus noticed his genius hiding spot and went to join him.

“Here I come!” Sirius called out as he began looking around the house. Not finding them in the usual hiding spots he began to feel worried even though they couldn’t possibly have left the house. When he passed the master bedroom he noticed 3 child sized lumps in his and his wife's bed. As he got closer he could hear some giggling. He carefully peeled up the covers to peek inside to see his pups. “I found you” he chuckled as he began scooping them up in his arms as they laughed and giggled happily.

When Y/N came home later that afternoon the house was quiet. The plates and cutlery, long forgotten on the kitchen table much to her annoyance. However, the sight she was greeted with in her bedroom of her husband and three little children sleeping together in a pile on the bed, tangled up in the covers and blankets. It was enough for her heart to swell with love.

Neo generally isn't a picky eater, she eats well and healthy meals. She does however love ice cream though. the strawberry, vanilla and chocolate mix also known as neapolitan ice cream. Neo is a tough girl to bargain with as she’s not as easily fooled as other children, but ice cream is her weakness and Sirius does occasionally use that to his advantage.

“Neo, sweetie. Please it’s time to sleep,” Sirius would almost beg as he was seated beside her bed on the floor, being as tired as he wished his daughter was.

“No.” Neo said stubbornly and crossed her arms over the covers. Sirius had tucked the children into bed almost half an hour ago and both boys were fast asleep and sailing off to dreamland. “I don’t want you to leave me daddy” she sniffled and her eyes were glossy with tears. Overwhelmed by emotions she suddenly sat up and threw her little arms around her fathers neck, holding him tight. His arm wrapped around her little body and he caressed the back of her little head with his free hand. He remembered feeling a similar feeling when he was very little. When his mother seemed to love him.

“Of course I won't leave you, puppy.” he said comfortingly as his heart ached in his chest. Neo pulled back to look at him, tears running down her chubby little cheeks. her hands still on his shoulders and her fingers played with his long dark hair.

“Promise me daddy” she demanded with another sniffle. Her words tore him apart within.

“I won’t leave you, ever.” he promised. He knew it was a lie, that one day he would have to leave her alone on this earth, even though it seemed far til then. He dried the tears from her cheeks and kissed her forehead. “Now go to sleep sweetie”

“Only if I get ice cream for breakfast” she argued back with a little giggle as he crawled back under the covers. Sirius tucked her into bed once again.

“Not for breakfast, but sometime tomorrow we can have ice cream, okay?” he said and poked her nose gently and giggled along with her. She lifted her little hand and held out her pinky.

“And strawberries” she said as Sirius wrapped his larger pinky around her little one. It wasn’t strawberry season, Neo knew that but she cleverly made him promise her to get her favourite fruit too. He couldn’t simply go back on a pinky swear.

“And strawberries,” Sirius sighed with a smile on his lips. His little girl was so clever, he knew he got it from her mother but the way she used it, that was all him.

Zagreus eats pretty much anything even if he doesn't like it. He accidentally took a bite of a bar of soap once. It was shaped as a cinnamon bun and the poor boy thought it was real.

“Dad?” he said as he pulled on his fathers sleeve. The potters were over for dinner and Sirius was out on the porch chatting with James over a cold beer.

“What is it boy?” he said and crouched down to the little boy's level. The boy looked puzzled and showed his father the cinnamon bun soap with a child sized bit in it.

“This bun tastes weird, dad.” James couldn’t hold back his laughter.

“Ah, oh it’s not a cinnamon bun, boy” sirius tried to explain but the boy looked at the bun soap and up at his father again convinced that his father was indeed mad. Sirius couldn’t hold back a chuckle “It’s soap.. In the shape of a bun”

“Oh…” Zagreus said finally trying to make sense of his odd food experience. Sirius ruffled the boy's hair. “Here” the boy said and gave Sirius the bun and then wandered off back into the house.

On Sundays it's always pancake or waffle Sunday at the Black’s house and the pups demand having their favorite fruit as a side. Atlas does a lot better with fruits and Sirius takes whatever wins he can get with the boy honestly. Blueberries are Atlas’ favourite fruit or well berry. However he doesn’t like fake fruit flavours in fact he hates them almost as much as he hates his sworn enemy... veggies.

Neo of course enjoys the sweet strawberries and often gets her way which means ice cream instead of whipped cream.

Zagreus loves pomegranates which doesn’t really go well with either pancakes or waffles but he is determined to have it anyway.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Can you do grief prompt “A and B were very close but B was never open or affectionate to A. After they died, A goes through B’s stuff and finds a box of trinkets. The box is full of pictures of A and B, momentoes that A gave B, and other things from their relationship.” with Loki please!

I remember I asked for this but now I'm just wallowing in self pity for this heartbreak. Ahhhhhh! Thank you for the prompt darling <3

Warnings: grief, crying WC: 1.1k

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You felt like a part of you was missing, specifically your shadow. Loki may have been more secretive than anyone else you knew but there was an aura to him that kept you completely enamoured. You were the only one he didn’t push away and, in a way, that was his own declaration of love. Unfortunately you never had enough time to explore the what ifs and could have beens of the budding relationship.

Your hand hovered over the palm scanner, close but not quite touching, as you questioned whether you had the strength to open the door. He hadn’t left a lot of instructions in his will but one request was that it was you, only you, who touched his belongings. With a slow exhale and a heavy heart, you placed your palm over the glass and the door slid quietly open.

His scent hit you first, the allure of pheromones that were unlike any you had encountered before, and you were already stepping over the threshold so that the heady scent didn’t dilute any further. If you forgot the last two weeks you could almost feel him still in the room with you. Everything was still in their rightful place like his carved bone hair brushes lined perfectly across his drawers with long black strands of hair forever tangled in the teeth.

There was something calling you to his bedside drawer, a beacon that you couldn't resist and you felt his magic in the air. The warmth of his sorcery teased your skin and you remembered the times he would do it on purpose, enjoying the way it wrapped around you like a child with its favourite blanky. Now, you felt that same comfort and reached for the drawer. The feeling was even stronger when your eyes fell upon a box with a dark green leather bound book on top, his initials and yours inscribed in the hard cover.

You checked the room was empty, a force of habit, before carefully taking the book from the drawer and sitting at the edge of his perfectly made bed. The memories of the very rare nights spent in his bed and his long body curled behind yours brought tears to your eyes. You had thought you had none left to cry but much like Loki, they kept surprising you with their enduring pain. Your fingers traced over the cursive lettering, wondering why he had never shown you this as you turned the cover over, letting a loose sheet of page slip free.

You brought me comfort in a world that had only caused me pain, I’m sorry for not having the strength to love you how you deserved - L

You placed the page on the drawer so it wouldn’t get damaged and you saw it wasn’t just a book, it was an album. The photos were unlike anything you had seen and you knew there was no way you could have missed a camera when some of them were taken. You had to surmise it was his magic, glimpses of the moments in his mind, all moments spent with you.

Your fingers traced his sharp cheekbones as he stood atop the Empire States building, something you had suggested when you wanted to show him why New York, and Earth in general, was worth saving. He had seemed unimpressed as he stood at the precipice and watched the city sprawl in every direction. Being a prince of Asgard probably meant he had seen far greater wonders of the universe than the view of New York could give, but you still wanted to try.

Touching the image, your fingers disappeared. What the hell? You touched it again and felt the same pull as before but now you were falling into the album.

“I fell in love with you at this moment.” Loki’s soft voice whispered as you found yourself back in time, his image frozen as he looked away. “You showed me something no one else had, perspective.”

As quick as you had fallen, you found yourself back on the bed in shock. Flipping the page you touched the next image, a walk around the avengers compound, and found yourself back in that moment too, Loki’s disconnected voice giving you access to the thoughts he never vocalised.

“Kindness, compassion, I thought it was what made man weak.” You closed your eyes and felt his breath on your skin, as if he were right behind you. “But you made me strong.”

On and on, you flipped through the pages and heard everything you had wished he would’ve confessed when he was alive. You came to the last page and stopped, fearing what his final words would be and whether your fragile heart could handle it. It was from only hours before his death, when the sun shined fiercely and it felt like nothing bad could ever happen.

You were helping him with his tie, his sharp tone complaining about the midgardian fashion and the absurdity of wearing a noose around his neck as you did. You knew he could’ve just waved his hand and he would have a double windsor hanging dead centre but he wanted you close to him. He wanted to smell your sweet perfume, feel your fingers brush his neck as they worked the knot into place, see the concentration on your face as you picked at the lint on his shoulders and tiptoed to reach them.

“I lived more in the short time I knew you than the thousand years I saw before.” Your eyes burned at the sorrow in his voice and you wished you could feel his arms wrapped around you one last time. “I don’t deserve your tears, I didn’t deserve your love, but I am truly thankful for every minute of your precious and fleeting time you spent on me.”

The magic dispersed in a fine green mist and you looked down at the pages, the images no longer holding the promise of his voice. Closing the book with a small smile, you cradled it against your chest and let the pain fade beneath the comfort he had brought you. He had loved you as much as you loved him, the proof collected in the box beside his bed. He had kept everything from the ticket stubs when you took him to the Red Sox play to the small remote control snake you had given him in secret santa last year. He loved you.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Prepare for trouble, and make it double!

My attempt of making a writing colab along with @thotsforvillainrights and her beautiful baby Kaishi! Hope I made justice for your cute little one!

"Boreeeeeeed....." the kid whined, upside down besides his fatger on the couch as he read a book without much caring it in the first place.

With a huff, Kaito raised himself up and kneeled right besides his dad, leaning his hubby cheek against his shoulder.

"Papaaaa?" The boy almost whined as Kai only flipped a page of his book. The five year's old pouted as he stood up and started to make noises with his mouth, knowing how much Kai was bothered by them.

"For crying out loud, what?" The older malr snapped as Kaito stopped making noises and just stared blanky back at him "Well?"

"I'm bored."

"... do I look like an amusement park to you brat?" Kai sighed before driving his attention to his book "Go play with your toys or read something. "

"You are the most boring dad in the world papa." Kaito pointed out with a frown and before Kai could come back with some smart ass reply they heard door's noises and Kaito immediately brighten up.

"Mama!" The boy shouted in goee as he climbed off the sofa as Kai immediately thanked God or whoever was above for you to finally be home.

"Woah hey bub!" You giggled with a few packs on your hands as the child hugged onto your lev with all the strenght he had.

"I missed you! Being with papa alone is boring." You tried to prevent a snort to come before you just giggled and carresed both of your son's checks lovingly.

"Guess what? There is a surprise on the hallway and maybe you womt be just as bored."

"But papa said we cant have a dog." The kid pouted as your heart clenched a little... you were still fighting over Kai to at least get a puppy.

"Is not a puppy sweetie. But is your cousin Kaishi!" You smiled brightly as your son's (e/c) shined a bit even if his face didn't changed at all "Go say hi to him and be nice!"

"Ok." The kid nodded and went pass you as you picked the bags and soon heard shrieks of gless coming from the hallway and a very fearfull looking Chisaki Kai almost drop himself on his way as he found you with wide eyes.

"I heard screaming. From two kids. We have only one. What did you do?!" He almost exclaimed as you arched an eyebrow and giggled.

"You already forgot hon? Our nephew Kaishi is here to spend the day with us. Isn't adorable? Kaito will have a playdate almost!" You stopped giggling when your husband's face went as pale as it could get "oh my god Kai you're okay?!"

"T-Two... brats... Two little demonic pests... in the same house... in my house..." his golden eye twitched as he brought one of his hands to scretch his forearm.

"Aren't you being a little overdramatic?" You tried to coax him to relax until you both froze at the sounds of devilsh giggles, pots falling and surely Rappa and Mimic's screams of anger.

"I am not." If you didn't knew your husband, you surely would've tell by his tone of voice that he was actually terrified.

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"This drink will make everyone's who drink it into a rat!" Kaishi exclaimed while adding dead leafs into the pot as kaito nodded with a determined and concentrated face.

"Rats like cheese... I guess maybe a bit of spoiled cheese?" Kaito offered while pointing at to the trash can.

"Yeah! That will work!" Kaishi smiled as Kaito quickly picked with his already dirty hlittle hands the before saftely wrapped spoiped cheese and dropped onto the pot.

"Now what?" The boys looked at each other before Kaishi picked a bit of mud nearby, silently suggesting to put as Kaito smiled and nodded.

The... substance, was indeed something. Not only the appearance of it was terryfing but the smell of it almost made the two young boys puke.

"We will have to drink that?" Kaishi spoked, his little voice all funny due to him covering his nose as Kaito immediately shocked his head in disaproval of the idea "So who will?"

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"Papaaaa!!!!" "Uncle Kaiii!"

He froze aat the voices of the boys as he was trying to play shogi in peace with Pops as the elder only chuckled when the two energetic boys opened the door's room, Kaito carrying a cup of God's know why.

"What now?" He arched an eyebrow from his place of the couch at Kaito covered in mud and dirt offering him a cup.

"Drink it!" Kaito told simply as Kaishi covered his mouth to prevent a giggle to escape.

"Why on hell I would do something like that?" He stared at the two before he felt his hives appearing on high speed "You both. Bath. Now."

"Drink this first papa!!" Kaito stoomped his foot down, not getting a tad bit scared when Kai just stood up with a glare.

"Kaito Chisaki."

"Drink it!" The boy accidentaly tripped and it sended the mixture right on Kai's necj and some of it on his mask... thankfully.

"Oh geez." Pops chuckled while grabbing his cup of tea as he saw in question of minutes Kaishi grabbing his cousin's hand and yelling to run as Kai ran after them with a pissed offf shout.

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You finishedd making the snacks for the kids until you saw your husband on the doorway, eye twitching, sleeves rolled back, from head to waist all dripping wet as the two boys greeted you like little angels... and to notify, they were sparkling almost.

"Uh... I heard some shouting but I thought you three were playing so.." you smiled awkwardly as you picked Kaishi up as he nuzzled on your neck as Kaito pouted as the jelly little mommy's boy he was.

"Those pests..." your husband muttered in a murdeful tone of voice before sighing and going straight to the bathroom.

"What did you two do to your poor uncle and father huh?" You asked as the two boys stared at you back before both replying in the same time.

"We tried to turn him into a rat."

Oh dear...

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You soon notice that the boys were handfull even to yourself together so you quickly offered a movie to put on as you saw the look of your husband's face as he tried to just eat his dinner in peace but alas, his son and nephew had other plans on just asking ever type of question possible and if not answered right away they poked him, not caring about his mysophobia anymore.

"You're an angel you know that..." you smiled in sympathy as your Kai rested his head on your shoulder, completely drained from having to deal with two versions of hyperative children of the same gene.

"You deserve to rest my poor baby." You murmured while kissing his temple as he grumbled something.

"Gross." Kaito commented as Kaishi nodded in aproval.

"Disgusting." Kaishi tried to imitate Kai's voice only to end up laughing along with Kaito.

"... tell me is already the time to bed for those..." your husband almost begged until Kaito got up to fist your clothes on his tiny fists and rest his head on your lap.

"Can Kaishi stay the night mama? Pretty please?" He asked with the puppy dog eyes you just couldn't refuse.

"Absolutely no-" "of course honey." Kai got his face up from your neck only to glare daggers at you as the children cheered.

"You traitor..." he spoke in utter disdust as you could only giggle.

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"The boy are sleep. The extra cushion did came in handy." You smiled as your husband immediately fell into the bed with a groan.

"They're quite... handfull." You laughed at his mumbling and went to do your night routine... as soon as you finished you got out of the bathroom to met Kai already on his back staring at the ceiling before those amber eyes fell on you.

"They did drain your energy out today huh?" You sit down close to him and softly started to comb your fingers into his hair as he sighed in relief.

"... Lay down.. is getting cold and I dont want you to get sick." He mumbled sleepy as you smiled in utter love for usual anti social germophobic man, giving excuses only for you to lay down and touch him.

"Needy arent we?" You teased, face front to him as he opened one eye lazily before testing the waters and giving you a kiss that soon turned heated.

"I will show you needy."he growled lowly as you felt already heat coming down there and also a tad bit of hardness on his part as he hover over you to attack your neck only for-"

"We can't sleep." Kaito opened the door, carrying his plushie as Kaishi yawned wlazily and opened one eye.

"Auntie? Uncle?"

You just patted your husband's back when he just dropped on you and screamed in frustation on the crook of your neck.

Tough day for daddy Kai.

[scatterpatter]

"Where's the essay OP" Said no one, and yet here I am

Lampy isn't stupid, he's neruodivergent: a rushed-together masterpost

Disclaimer: I'm not a liscened medical professional but I'm neurodivergent who's close to many neurodivergent people so I know when certain traits strike me as very familiar... Also tblt is my comfort movie I've seen it probably over 100 times, not exaggerating, so if anyone here's an expert on it, it's me.

I'm only going by the first movie because while To The Rescue and Goes To Mars probably have evidence to back me up, I don't feel like sitting down to watch them as I don't have them as memorized as the original

Point #1: Lampy is arguably the most intelligent appliance in the movie

Honestly it apalls me that so many are convinced that Lampy is an idiot when he displays some of the most intelligent traits in the movie. I'll just list off some of the most important scenes that show this

1: When discussing a way to get to the city, Lampy comes up with plans that end up failing, true. But we should also consider that not only did Radio and Toaster come up with bad plans before deciding on the swivel chair, but 2/3 of Lampy's ideas involved the same mechanic: on something with wheels(yes the mattress had wheels for some reason) being powered by Kirby

2: "From here you can see the really big lamp!" This scene is simply due to the appliances being sheltered from the outside world. Lampy displays the same level of naive-ness as everyone else: Radio seems earnest in calling the sun a "really big lamp", and Kirby calls the grass "shag carpet". Lampy is not at a lower intelligence in this scene, he's exactly at the same level as everyone else

3: The scene with the storm really sells his intelligence. The appliances have a rudimentary understanding of electricity, most likely from being appliances, but Lampy displays an excelled level of understanding by sacrificing himself for the battery. He understands that batteries are powered by electricity, lightning is electricity, and by using himself as a lightning rod, he acts as the conductive metal to easily transfer this energy from the bolt to the battery. Technically this should have overcharged and fried the battery but we'll suspend disbelief for the sake of this movie.

4: He knew that stacking the appliances to roughly human height, creating a dark environment with ominous sounds, and putting Toaster at eye-level to scare the human with his own reflection... Again, this is an intelligent understanding of how to scare a human

5: It's unclear on whose idea it was to look up Rob in a phone book, however this shows that not only can Lampy read(most likely picked up from being Rob's reading light), ESPECIALLY when Toaster struggles to read, but also has an understanding of phone books, addresses, and finding humans based on family names. I cannot stress how intelligent this is for a sentient desk lamp

There's a few more minor examples, but these are the biggest cases. Lampy is intelligent.

Point #2: Lampy struggles with social cues and doesn't empathize as easily as others

My biggest point here is when people think neruodivergents are "dumb" for having trouble picking up on things like sarcasm when that just... isn't the case. A few notable examples include:

1: When Air Conditioner says "You're a real bright little lamp", Lampy doesn't pick up the sarcasm and thinks he's being complimented. Though he definitely shows a level of emotional intelligence because he looks to Toaster to confirm "hey I was complimented", sees they're still looking angry, and gets the hint that he was insulted without someone needing to explicitly tell him that, to which he then responds with "Heyyy >:("

2: Sometimes he's able to read the room and pick up on tones, but other times he shows a level of emotional density. Legitimately not knowing if Rob had returned even when seeing Blanky disappointed to the point of near tears... But then knowing "brains wouldnt hurt either" was a jab at their intelligence and reacting with appropriate annoyance... But also when Radio says "Things could be worse!", doesn't realize he's just saying that to make Toaster feel better and asks "How could they be worse?"

3: He bullies Blanky alongside Radio and the others, unclear if he's actually being a jerk or just "oh this is what everyone else is doing so this is the normal way to act", but he's legitimately confused when Toaster tries to explain why they're suddenly being nice to him. He doesn't get the "now I feel better" argument because his argument was "Well you were never this nice to him before". Even when Toaster tries to explain why it feels nice, it just doesn't click... until Toaster finds a way to explain that connects personally to Lampy's own emotional state. He has trouble empathizing until realizing "oh this is like this thing that I feel sometimes"

4: Something I've noticed when gathering evidence is that more than once, Lampy goes "Wow..." After someone gloats about themself(Twice with Radio, once with the Computer). It's clear by the third time, when Radio goes "What does that mean?" And Lampy responds "I don't know. [To Computer] What does that mean?" That he doesn't even know what's being gloated about, let alone why he should be impressed. He has the emotional intelligence to recognize when someone's gloating and the "appropriate" response of amazement, but it seems like it never comes from a place of earnest. (While Neurotypicals can and do engage in "performative" behavior, I tend to notice this way more commonly with neurodivergents)

Also the "wow..." Performative thing is VERY reminiscent of Peridot from Steven Universe(a characters who many autistic fans see themselves in and the creator herself saying she doesn't consider Peridot or any of the gems to be neurotypical) going "wow thanks" as her default "this is how I've been taught to show gratitude" response

Point #3: Miscellaneous traits that could be neurodivergent

These traits COULD be interpreted as neurodivergent, but I will admit they could also be interpreted as something else so like take these with a grain of salt

1: Lampy appears to have sensory needs. When sleeping, he needs to tap a rock a few times(presumably to make sure it's "right") before clonking his head on it. It's interesting because rocks aren't a very "lamp" thing whatsoever, and none of the other appliances look for pillow-ish objects to rest on, so this could be a sensory thing.

2: Lampy has an interesting vocal quirk: repetition of phrases at the beginning and end of a sentence. Instances include "How exactly do you propose we do that, exactly?" "All of a sudden you're being so darn nice to him all of a sudden" "The fact is there's just not enough facts" The third one is a bit of a stretch but the first two seem to indicate a possible pattern of speech. Part of me wants to say this could be a verbal tic or some type of verbal stimming, but I've never met anyone who has a tic or stim like this so I can't say it's a neurodivergent thing with confidence, but I wanted to mention this quirk regardless.

3: Physically saying how he feels. Two instances where multiple characters are laughing, Lampy speaks while laughing "That's funny - I'm dying!" "I'm aching with joy!". It's just interesting that no one else speaks while laughing and for whatever reason, Lampy needs to verbalize "Yes I find this very funny" as if simply laughing along isn't enough. I've seen somewhat similar stuff in neurodivergents who have issues expressing emotions implicitly so they state them explicitly instead.

4: I've noticed Lampy isn't touchy... except with Radio. Some neurodivergent people can have issues with physical contact, which could explain that. But I've also noticed that Radio also gives me huge neurodivergent vibes... But more importantly Radio is extremely touchy with everyone, Lampy included, hence them often getting into physical fights but also just- tapping them or wrapping a cord around the other and pulling him close(they're so in love but that's a post on its own). A possible explanation is Lampy having issues with touching others, but either feels comfortable being touchy with Radio(due to emotional bonds and trust) or simply recognizes "Radio likes being touchy so I should be touchy back". A stretch of an argument, I'll admit, but I think the interpretation is there and valid.

In conclusion

I mean idk if Lampy was written to be neurodivergent or if the writers just wanted him to be "quirky" and accidentally gave him a lot of neurodivergent traits, but he reads as very neurodivergent to me(probably autistic or adhd but I'm not a professional and can't diagnose him). But while I can chalk up neruodivergency being one of many possible interpretations of his character, I WILL argue that he's not "stupid" given the evidence we see throughout the movie

Tl;Dr: Lampy is evidently intelligent, but sometimes struggles with social cues, empathy, and overall shows numerous traits of neurodivergency

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Bre’s Boys Picture Preference: Your Baby Girl

Disclaimer: All of these adorable babies are internet babies, I do not own or know these babies, though I do wish them the absolute best lives. 

Billy Russo: When you told him you were pregnant, Billy kind of went on auto-pilot. He was there for every ultrasound, indulged your cravings no matter how nonsensical or inconvenient they were, bought all the books and bottles and tiny clothes, but he still hadn’t come to terms with the fact that he was about to be a father. Honestly, whenever he thought about it, all he could feel was this immense sense of guilt that he wouldn’t be able to give the baby the one thing it would really need: love. He could provide a home and education and all the material things, but Billy just couldn’t see himself loving an infant; he was still surprised that he loved you, to be honest. But then he saw her. And he held her in his arms for the first time, and Billy had never felt so weak, so happy, and so in love ever in his life. He felt such a sense of protectiveness and love and security when your baby girl looked up at him with big, black eyes...his eyes. Billy soon finds out that he’s powerless when it comes to his daughter; he just wants to hold her all day, one blink of her big, sweet eyes and he’s mush. “I will never let anyone hurt you,” he promises as he buckles her into the car, “I will make sure you have everything you want, no matter what it is. If you want it, Daddy will get it for you.” He can’t help but caress her soft, fat cheek with his finger, melting as she stares up at him, blowing spit bubbles as he talks. “Daddy is gonna give you the world.” 

Logan Delos: A lot of fathers call their baby girls their princess, but with Logan, he truly thought she was a princess. Your baby was a Daddy’s girl through and through; she could be fussy and whiny with you all day long, but as soon as she saw Logan’s face, she was all smiles. Logan doted on her, kissing her chubby little cheeks and pretending to eat her fat feet while she giggled her little head off. “Are you Dada’s Princess?” He cooed, lifting her in the air so she could kick her hands and feet in excitement. “Are you Dada’s perfect little Princess?” Logan actually designed and commissioned a crown (with a matching gold bracelet with her name engraved on it with a note that said “Daddy’s Princess”), because his daughter is a DAMN PRINCESS. And your little girl loved being royalty. It got to the point that she would whine and cry when you put her in anything less than a princess dress, and God help you if you forgot the crown her Daddy got her. And when Logan was out in public, dressed in one of his suits with his thick hair styled perfectly and his 1000-watt smile aimed at his princess, who was smiling up at him, pulling at his beard and babbling happily in her blush pink dress with her crown glittering in the sunlight, well... No one who saw the two of them could say they weren’t royalty. 

Jax Teller: Jax was a sucker for your baby girl’s toothless smile. He literally would stop what he was doing if she smiled at him, making him late to many a meeting--not that he minded. You would come home to see Jax laying on the floor with her, his smile wide as she laughed and tugged at his offered finger. The croweaters who clean the dorms are shocked when they go to Jax’s room and find it full of diapers and little pink blankies and cute onesies and stuff. The guys stop smoking inside and have gotten into actual fist fights over who gets to hold her next (Juice can’t cut it in the ring, but if the prize is cuddles with your daughter, he WILL knock someone out). Jax gets her a mini kutte that says “Daughter of Anarchy” on the back and sews a “President of Daddy’s Heart” patch on the front. The ringtone on his personal phone is his baby girl’s giggle, and no matter what bullshit he has to deal with via the club or his family or whatever, one smile from his daughter makes it all worth it. Since she was born, Jax smiled more, laughed more, practically floated on air. And he wanted to be a better man--for her. Wanted to make sure he was there for her, taught her right from wrong, how to protect herself, and most of all--he wanted to make sure she always had that smile; the kind of smile that could light up a room. He dedicated himself to your daughter and preserving that angelic smile for the rest of his life. 

Coco Cruz: You had terrible heartburn all throughout your pregnancy, and when your daughter was born, you finally saw why. Your baby was 10% child and 90% hair, just like her father. Coco loved her big hair, and she loved when he picked her fro out or washed it for her. You would hear nothing but laughter coming from the bathroom on wash day, and when you walked in, you saw Coco, inexplicably shirtless now, playing with your daughter’s hair. She wrapped up in a towel, giggling as Coco talked to her. “Papi is gonna put some of this in your hair,” he said, reaching for the coconut oil, “ooh, and some of this,” grabbing the peppermint oil as well. She shrieked happily, making grabby hands at the peppermint oil. “Okay, but you can’t eat it--mami, what did I just say? No no no,” as he picked her up and carried her to your room, kissing her fat cheek, “let’s get you a toy for you to chew on, okay? Aw, my baby... You’re so beautiful, just like your Mama.” He sits on the bed with her, taking her out of the towel and wrapping her up in your nice silk sheets (because she’s fucking worth it), as he continues doing her hair. You watch, heart full, as your little girl reaches up and starts patting Coco’s hair. “Oh, you’re doing Daddy’s hair now,” he asks, smiling as she laughs, “You’re so talented, mami! Thank you!” 

Angel Reyes: Angel and your baby girl were best friends from birth. She loved playing with her Daddy, loved being in his arms, and Angel felt the same way. The two of them were as thick as thieves, always laughing and playing, and she absolutely adored going on walks with him. So Angel would pack her diaper bag and take her to the beach, where she could waddle around with no shoes and play in the sand. Every day, his daughter made him laugh. It was like, once she was born, Angel finally felt like a complete person. This was who he was meant to be--this little girl’s father--and he was so grateful for the opportunity. He walked in front of her, phone out, taping her as she shuffled after him. “Come on, mi amor, come to Daddy,” he cheered. She stopped and put her fists up, making him laugh. “Oh, you wanna fight? Alright, come on then, champ! Put your dukes up! Show me what you got!” She scrunched her little face up in what was meant to be an intimidating face, but she only made herself that much cuter. Angel melted, dropping to his knees to grab and hug her. “You’re so damn cute,” he cooed, kissing her as she laughed, “You make Daddy so happy.” “Put up your dukes, Dada!” She shrieked, punching him in the face. He laughed, taking her fat fist and kissing it. “I love you so much.”

Miguel Galindo: When it came to your daughter, no one could tell Miguel anything. In his eyes, she was perfect. She was only a toddler, but she ran the house. She had Miguel and Nestor eating out of the palm of her hand, could bat her eyes and get you to give her extra sweets, even Cristobal wasn’t immune when it came to his adorable baby sister. Miguel spent many hours in his office with her on his lap, because when she wanted cuddles from Papa, she got cuddles from Papa. In fact, the staff started calling her “Boss Baby Galindo”, and Miguel had to agree--she was already the boss of the house for sure. He doesn’t realize how much she emulates him until he takes the family to their beach house for a little vacation. He, of course, has to hold your baby girl as soon as they get out of the car, and he’s holding her, both of them wearing their matching circular sunglasses (her’s customized into hearts as well), as he directs his security and staff. He sees Cristobal struggling with his over-packed backpack, so Miguel puts his daughter on the hood of the car for a second to help him, and then he hears her babbling. He looks up to see her pointing and “talking” to the staff, just like she’s seen him do. He can even make out certain words in her cute little tirade, such as “right now” and “ahora” (because his baby is bossy in two languages) as well as “let’s go”. He picks her up and kisses her cheek, proud of his Boss Baby Galindo. 

Nick Amaro: Your baby girl is the friendliest baby ever. Strangers are always stopping to wave at her, and she waves and smiles back, and Nick has to stand there and pretend he isn’t ready to cap a bitch for the imagined crime of hypothetically considering kidnapping his adorable daughter. Still, he loved taking his baby out, and he couldn’t lie--he loved all the compliments they got, loved how his little girl was such a sweetheart, always eager to meet new people. They couldn’t get three steps before some sweet old lady was cooing over her, and Nick just beamed with pride. One day, he decided to take her on a ride after he got off of work. He wrapped her up in her favorite fluffy blanket and buckled her into her pink car seat. He kissed her cheeks a few times before standing back, just smiling down at his perfect little angel, and he felt his heart swell. “I love you and your brother and sister more than anything in this entire world,” he whispered as he stared down at her, “I’m gonna be so much better than my Dad was, I promise...” The weight of that promise made his eyes water up, and he turned away, not wanting her to see him like this, but when he glanced down at her, she was giving him the sweetest little smile, and he couldn’t help but laugh softly. He leaned down and she reached up and patted at his cheek, as if to brush the tears away, and Nick took her little hand and kissed it. “I promise...”

Johnny Tuturro: Your daughter was cute, and she knew it. She had big, round eyes and her dad’s thick eyelashes. Every day when she woke up, Johnny would cradle her to his chest and tell her “you’re the most beautiful thing in the whole world. You’re smart, you’re worthy, you’re strong, and Daddy loves you with all of his heart”. He taught her how to crawl, taught her to say “Dada” and “Mama” and “wawa” (water), took her into the ocean and let her kick her fat little feet until she was practically delirious from laughter. You taught her how to make puppy dog eyes. And so, after doing her hair, putting bows in it, and getting her dressed, Johnny put her on the carpet. “Stay right here while Daddy gets your shoes, okay? Don’t move.” She nodded, giving him her most innocent smile. Johnny kissed her before going to get the shoes, and you watched, amused, as your daughter crawled away and started climbing the ottoman. Johnny groaned when he walked in and saw her, standing over her with his hands on his hips. “What did Daddy say? Hm? I said don’t move,” he frowned, but you could see the amusement in his eyes. Your daughter looked up at him, gave him that heart melting smile, and titled her head. “Wuv you,” she cooed, and Johnny fell to his knees, grabbing her and showering her in kisses. “I love you more!” You laughed, shaking your head at your sweet little con artist. 

Rio: Rio didn’t call your baby girl his Princess. She was THE QUEEN. Rio sat her on his lap while he made calls, letting her listen to the serious tone of his voice and learn how to talk to people (she was a baby, so...she didn’t talk at all yet, but still), and he never let her forget that she was special, because she was his daughter. As she went into toddler-hood, your daughter loved being around her Daddy. She would hold his hand and walk around the neighborhood with him, pointing at things and naming them, which he proudly encouraged. She was the first thing he thought about when he woke up in the mornings, and he was the last thing she saw when she went to sleep at nights--even if it was only on a video call. Rio adored her, and she loved him right back. Rio would sit her on his lap and put her hair in a bun, telling her how cute she was, and she would say “Dada cute too!”, making him laugh. She had started copying him more and more, and Rio thought it was the funniest thing. One day, as you and your daughter waited in the car for Rio to finish some business, he came out and saw her playing in the back seat. He opened the door and peered down at her, smirking at the look on her face--it was classic him. “We all good?” She asked, her lips pursued. He laughed, crawling into the car to smother her in kisses. “Yeah, mama, we all good.”

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The nightmares give me so much feeling 🥺🥺 I would to see a bit where it’s back when Sirius lived with Dumo and he’s helping him

So the final Part 4 of Nightmares is on the way, hopefully soon (I apologise for the delay, it is in the works), but I LOVE this so much and I’ve been wanting to write more Dumo and Sirius so here is a flashback within the Nightmares mini series.

As always, characters and the wonderful world they live in are @lumosinlove 's brainchild.

Also, this was not proof read, so I am sorry.

Dumo woke up to a tugging on his blanket. It was little Marc, four at the time, looking more than a bit upset.

“What’s wrong, mon fils? What are you doing out of bed?”

“I wanted water from the fridge. But Sirius. He’s yelling really loud. I think something���s wrong.”

“Alright, head back to bed. I’m sure it’s fine, probably just playing a video game. I’ll go tell him to keep it down. D’accord?”

“Oui.” Marc responded, rubbing his eyes with his fist and stumbling over his blankie he was dragging and heading back to his and Louis’ room.

Dumo swiftly made his way down the stairs and then to the basement. Before he even got there he knew Sirius wasn’t yelling at video games. He wasn’t one for them. As he made it outside Sirius’ room, he could hear the shouting die down and break way to heavy sobs.

Dumo knocked lightly, and then harder after no response. Then Sirius started speaking again, still fairly loud, and Dumo could just make out what he was saying as he opened the door. It was mostly in French. He was pleading. He jerked violently, like he was being beaten into the wall at the far side of the bed. Begging for it to stop. Sobbing. Cries of “No! Leave him out of it! He doesn’t know any better!” 

Dumo ran to his side. “Sirius! Hey, Sirius, it’s not real! Please, wake up!” Dumo pried him from the far side of the bed as Sirius fought against him, but Dumo pulled the sobbing boy to his chest, wrapping his arms around him from behind and pinning Sirius’ arms to his chest so he couldn’t lash out. “Pelase, mon fils,” Dumo pleaded, “You’re scaring me. Please wake up. It’s not real, I promise.”

“Yes it is. It’s happened. And I left him there.” Sirius gasped out between the cries that were racking through his body. He had woken up in the struggle of being pulled into Dumo’s chest and was starting to hyperventilate.

“Shh. Shh, Sirius. It’s alright, just try to breathe. You need to calm down.”

“But-”

“Shh. They can’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let that happen. Never again, mon fils, you hear me?”

Sirius couldn’t respond further than a weak head nod, trying to get control over his breathing and starting to relax back into the embrace. Dumo held him like that for quite some time until Sirius’ cries had silenced and his breathing had evened out more.

Dumo slowly released Sirius from the tight hold and eased him back into his bed. “Get some rest, d’accord? Sleep in, it’s a day off from training tomorrow. If you need anything...” Dumo trailed off.

“Merci.” Sirius said in a quiet, raspy voice, like it was all he could manage.

Dumo gave Sirius a nod as he pulled the covers up for himself and then he left. He couldn’t begin to imagine was that boy had been through to have a nightmare like that, but Dumo was determined to be there for him from now on.  He hadn’t seen much, but he’d seen enough to realize that that wasn’t an unwarranted nightmare nor a fluke happening. If he could help it, Sirius would not end up in his parent’s grasp again.

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More Dad!Five headcanons cuz I can't really stop thinking about this adorable concept (some we've already discussed but sharing for the others):

Penn has a nightmare one night and Five is already awake because he woke up from one too and didn't want to disturb Reader. Baby Penn toddles in with his favorite blankie (knitted by Uncle Klaus) and asks to sleep with Five and Reader. And of course Five scoop up his son and then Penn asks why Five is awake and Five decides to be honest and say he had a nightmare too. Penn thinks about it for a moment as if digesting the fact that adults can have nightmares too and then snuggles closer to hug Five and says "It's ok Daddy. I'll stay with you to make them go away" and Five has to swallow the lump in his throat. He gently pats Penn back to sleep and Reader wakes up after a while and asks if everything is OK. She can tell when her boys have nightmares and Penn is fine now but she wonders about Five. His eyes are calm and reassure her so she just moves closer, puts her arms around them and they all fall asleep.

Five is the "chill" parent while Reader is the firm one. The H8 and the Hargreeves had a bet about this. The Hargreeves expected Five to be the strict one cuz he's their (technically) older brother and is always bossing them around but the H8 all knew Reader and they also had a (slightly) more objective view of the relationship dynamics since Five didn't exactly boss them around. He was just one of them. The H8 end up winning the bet. Five melts the moment Penn brings out the pout and tears and Reader is standing there pinching the bridge of her be nose and trying not to laugh cuz Five is just so sweet with how quick he gives in to their son. (She has to put down her foot when Penn asks for two cookies before dinner though and man is it hard cuz Five turns on the pout too just to side with Penn).

Idk what power Penn would have but I definitely think he would have them because both his parents do (which actually makes me wonder... Does Claire have powers?). The first time they find out, Five is so proud. 20 minutes later he's having a breakdown cuz he's terrified he'll be like Reginald and force his child to run away. For once even Reader can't calm him down. It's finally Allison who comes and manages to get him to breathe and talks to him until he finally relaxes because she had the same fears when Claire was born and she is ready to promise Five that she knows he won't make the same mistakes she did let alone the cruel things Reginald had done.

Reader loves to put Penn to sleep using music. Nightly songs are a common thing because he loves to listen to them too. Sometimes it's just the piano. Sometimes it's just singing. Sometimes it's both. Five just leans against the door to Penn's room and smiles looking at the two people he loves most.

Penn is terrible at anything math or physics or chemistry (Feel free to change this headcanon). I am lowkey projecting but as someone who comes from a family of math wizzes, there is ALWAYS an odd person out. Literature is my A game but I can't understand science past biology or theoretical physics (numerical is impossible). I feel like Penn would be the same (but again, it's up to you).

Reader and Five gift Penn with his own little locket on his 5th birthday because he loves playing with theirs and cuz it's a family thing now. The picture inside has all three of them. They give him a non expensive one when he's five and the real gold one when he's old enough to responsibly take care of it.

The H8 and Hargreeves and Cousin Claire spoil him ROTTEN. It's a wonder he grows up to be a decent well adjusted kid with how much he has everyone wrapped around his finger (but also the amount of love poured into him is insane and it makes up for all the love Reginald never gave his own children).

They tell Penn the truth about the apocalypse eventually and it just makes him love his parents even more because of how hard they fought to be together and save the world that he has grown up in.

I feel like Penn would have some sort of stuffed animal or toy but I haven't decided what yet. (My mind is suggesting octopus but further suggestions are needed).

These headcanons are so cute!! I love the idea of them gifting Penn his own locket because that’s something that was special between the two of them that they wanted to bring him into that. Claire would also be such a great older cousin to him and tell him all the stories that Allison told her.

In terms of stuffed animals I think he would have a dinosaur one, like this:

I can just see Penn holding up his dinosaur stuffed animal in the air towards Five and asking his dad excitedly to rewind time and bring the dinosaurs back. And Five gets very sad that he has to explain to Penn that he can’t bring back the dinosaurs for him.

Okay so I have a lot of thoughts on Penn’s powers (and powers in general for that matter so they’re below the cut)

So I definitely think Penn would have powers. My thought process is that powers are a recessive trait therefore both parents would have to have the power trait for their children to have powers.

So let’s say:

P - is the dominant trait of powerless

and

p - is the recessive trait of having powers

So in Claire’s case, her father Patrick does not have powers nor does he have any recessive power abilities so in all cases, the dominant trait is the presented one and Claire has no powers (see figure 1)

Fig. 1:

In Penn’s case where both his parents have the recessive trait of powers, he would have powers as well since the only outcomes would be all recessive. (see figure 2)

Fig. 2:

As for what his powers are I can see him having both of their abilities or having a mix of his parents. 

If he has both of their abilities we already know what he’s capable of but if he has a mix I think that could also be interesting.

Like say he sees a flower, not in bloom, he could then manipulate it’s molecules forward through time so now it is in bloom or there’s a fire that’s dying out and he manipulates the molecules back in time so it’s a complete full going fire. It’s a bit more difficult to try and describe the logistics and the larger implications of mixed powers because I’m not fully sure how they would work but it’s still an interesting thought.

Also if he does have both his parents' powers or even a mix I feel like he would need to be good at math and science just to better understand and use them but that doesn’t mean he has to prefer them.

Sorry, this is long I just really love genetics and Punnett squares.

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35. Part 3

Walking into the living room, the more silent room because I think he ain’t ready for the loud mouths in the next room, it’s a lot for him and I hate it for him. Sitting down with Aeko in my arms, his head still firmly resting against my shoulder, he didn’t ever move his head away from my shoulder “shit sucks, I feel bad for you�� I admitted, I really do because I mean yes eventually she would meet him but in a better setting, this is so stupid that it had to happen like this “we will talk later Chris, so he has no clothes?” Shaking my head, Robyn shook her head “is he asleep?” I asked because I can’t see his face “you wish, you just picked him up. I can see his eye awake just looking” clearing my throat as I moved him back “shall we take off your backpack?” Placing Aeko down, he was a little reluctant for his feet to touch the ground but he did “let’s take off your things yeah, then we can get Zeus and we can play with him” his eyes just looked at me which made me smile and he smiled also “Jack Jack up in this home yeah” unzipping his jacket “Jack Jack, I play ball dad” Aeko helped me take his jacket off anyways, he was happy to take it off which makes it a little better that he wants to be here but he’s quiet “yeah I can get your ball, you are Jack Jack you know that’s right?” Placing his backpack and jacket on the couch, Aeko jumped up and down laughing “how’s Fenty? She was crying when I left” I asked Robyn “oh she was wanting some milk, that is all. Being the drama queen she is, she got over it” nodding my head, that is my daughter of course. Aeko stood next to me and is looking at Robyn, he rested against my leg staring at Robyn. He does this a lot, he stares, and I think it’s him working out this person “do you know who this is?” I pointed, Aeko’ eyes didn’t leave Robyn’ and is really working her out “hi” Robyn said to him, Aeko looked at me finally which made me smile a little.

I realised that this is going to be a lot of work but he’s quiet “Aeko, you know like Roro is your big sister and you like her?” Aeko moved off of me to look “I see Roro?” Shaking my head “no, so what it is Aeko you are now a big brother yeah, you have a little sister. You want to meet her?” Aeko’ eyes lit up nodding his head “we play and, and I can see Roro?” I chuckled “Aeko your little sister is too small to play but when she is big and strong like you then you can play, if you sit here then you can meet her, you want that?” Aeko jumped at the chance, he got on the couch “I see her” he clapped his hands “I see her and go awww” getting up from the couch “she’s in the next room” looking behind me, Aeko didn’t move from the couch but he remained there “let me get her, just sit there” Robyn changed her mind, not sure why but she did, sitting back down “are you excited to see her? She will love you, you’re her big brother so she will like you lots” placing my arm behind the couch, Aeko smiled at me and shuffled closer to me. He placed his hand on my lap, he seems comfortable here and I like that “are you excited to see her?” He nodded his head “she baby” nodding my head “she is” Robyn came back in the room with Fenty “she’s asleep so she won’t be all fussy” he’s lucky because Fenty be doing the most “she wants you to hold her” Robyn is interacting with my son, ok I like this “sit up Aeko, Robyn is going let you hold her” Aeko’ eyes lit up, he seems so excited to see her “baby dad!” He yelped out “yeah, sit still and you can hold her” Aeko sat ever so still as Robyn placed Fenty down on Aeko’ lap but she remained holding her head, Robyn sat next to Aeko and he wasn’t fazed at all. He seems so happy about Fenty “awww she sleeping!” He pointed smiling; he placed his head atop of the blanket Fenty is wrapped in as she slept “do you like her?” I asked, “I like, she little” he’s ever so gentle with her, his hand just gently stroking atop of the blanket “you want Robyn to take her now?” He shook his head laughing “I sit here, and she wake up” he wishes, Fenty wakes up on Fenty time.

Robyn took Fenty from Aeko and my son just smiled at Robyn, the most precious smile he gave my wife that made my heart jump “hey, why are you giggling” tickling his sides “what you laughing at huh” he’s just being so cute, moving my hand away and he looked at Robyn again with heart eyes as she got up to put Fenty back “I’ll be back, just putting her down” nodding my head watching her walk off, I can’t wait to eat her out from the back, her butt is looking extra delicious “so, are you ok? Are you happy you’re a big brother now?” Turning to Aeko to face him “being a big brother comes with big roles, you’re gonna have to teach her things, show her all the love. She’s gonna love you so much Aeko, just like I do” smiling at him “I hold her again? She tiny dad, I hold her and, and she weigh big” I chuckled “yeah, she big like her momma” I snorted laughing knowing Robyn would be walking back in at that moment “boy, please!” Aeko’ attention drifted to Robyn again, he’s like me “so listen to me, hey” Aeko looked at me “so like you got mommy, she’s away. Well Fenty, your baby sister. She has a mommy too, and that is her mommy sat there” I pointed at Robyn “and you know when mommy and daddy get married, you know when, how can I say it. So in cars you like that movie yeah, the red car likes the blue car, and they were together yeah? You know me and Fenty’ mom we together, I live here with them and this is also your home too. You going to live with us” I think I confused “I fucked up huh” I cringed at myself “Penny mommy” he pointed at Robyn, laughing at him saying penny “ah! Yes that is Fenty mommy, but you can call her Penny, you want to say hi to her?” My son has some beautiful eyes, just the shape, they are so puppy dog “yes, I say hi” that is my boy, he’s not scared. He’s just overwhelmed “come” getting up from the couch.

I will teach Aeko to say Fenty, I can’t have my son saying Penny now, I will teach him. Sitting next to Robyn, Aeko just stood staring “come” waving him over “she really doesn’t bite, just me sometimes” resting my head on Robyn’ shoulder “my baby” Robyn touching my forehead “Penny mommy” Aeko said “baby it’s Fenty but we can gradually get you there but come, she wants to meet you” Aeko grinned shuffling closer “hi Aeko, you have such a beautiful name. I really like it” Aeko looked at Robyn’ hand “she’s called Robyn but she lives with me” he pointed smiling “Bobyn” I chuckled “yes baby Bobyn” picking up Aeko and placing him on my lap, Aeko didn’t want to move away he just stared at Robyn “nice to meet you baby” Robyn touched Aeko’ hand and even that simple touch made me smile “you’re the sweetest little thing” Aeko got shy and hid into me “he needs time, but he’s the sweetest thing Chris. We need to talk without him” nodding my head, I wonder if Aeko will allow me to put him down while I can speak to Robyn “maybe we can like go into the other room, see how he takes it” I guess we can always try, I am sure he will be ok.

Holding Aeko as I walked into the living room “your son is ginger!?” Jah spat “it’s ashy brown, little bit of blonde” sitting next to Jen, Jah is staring at Aeko so hard and I get that a lot “he’s just light skinned ain’t you? You just got light skinned tendencies” he turned in my lap looking around the room “shall we put your favourite show on? It’s PJ mask” he clapped his hands smiling “PJ!” he spat “we can put that on right, can I sit you here with Jen. A fellow white lady, she is nice” Jen waved at him but Aeko got ever so shy again “oh look at this, we have PJ mask on, yes boy” Jah put it on for him, sitting Aeko next to me “I will be back yeah, here. Blankie” picking it up from the floor, he shuffled down to lay down “I want ba” raising an eyebrow “what is that?” I asked him, I mean I don’t know what that is “you need to tell me what you want, show me” he got up from the couch and got off, watching where he goes and he grabbed Fenty’ bottle of milk “milk?” I said “ba, I want it” he handed me the bottle “you still drink milk?” he’s a grown ass child, what the hell is this “I have it?” he asked “let him have it, well make him one” Robyn spoke “mhmm, just lay down and I will come back” getting up from the couch.

I mean I don’t know how to raise a child; I am in no way saying I know how to raise one, but I know at that big age they shouldn’t be drinking milk from a bottle “why did you say yes just like that?” I asked Robyn, she just didn’t even think she just said yes “we don’t know how he is Chris; we need him to be settled. Let him have it, clearly she lets him have it so let him have the milk for now. He is ever so quiet isn’t it, I did feel a little nervous to meet him but he keeps giving me those cheeky smiles, also I enjoyed seeing you try with him” I chuckled “man” shaking my head “I feel awful Robyn, it just took me back to me. To be on that plane, I realised what my dad did and why, he will too, and I just felt sadness. I am going to try with him, I need too” Robyn nodded her head “good so she didn’t give any clothes? Like we really don’t even know what he is like, does he like bedtime stories, and no clothes. Good” Robyn is unimpressed “I am so angry; how can she not give him no clothes. The bitch is going to get what is coming to her” balling up my fist, the anger I feel “right, you need to go and buy him things. Clothes and toys, whatever he needs. I didn’t think she would be this bad Chris. And I will try and help you with him as much as I can, but you need to go out and buy him things and buy him a toy and say it’s from Fenty, for being a big brother. I really think he enjoyed her, he seemed so excited. We can only do this together Chris, it’s all so new to me, to us. I don’t know what games she is playing but I will wipe that smile off her face. We will see what the world thinks of her mothering skills, but for now just go and get him things, take him with you too. He doesn’t know us like that” I smiled at Robyn “I am not going to be an evil step mother now, he is a child” I do not deserve Robyn at all.

[fablesrose]

Of Kings and Shadows X

Chapter X

Description: Y/n, a girl who seems to have found her calling. Being a SHIELD agent is like a dream come true. With a friendship starting to form with the Avengers, she’s the Queen of the world! What could go wrong?

Pairings: Avengers x reader, Loki x reader (eventually)

Notes: On Wattpad -> Here

A/n: Sorry it's late. Finals week's been kicking my butt, but the dead know that by heaven I'm gonna kick it back.

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I would have thought that going on that mission, which went remarkably well, by the way, would have rejuvenated me for weeks. It did, for a while, but then I felt like I was hooked on adrenaline. I wanted to go on more and more missions. I asked for as many as I could handle, and then maybe a few more. I kept getting stronger and stronger in both training and out in the field. Some of the missions I was manning the drones, others, with my team watching their backs while by their side.

And I was loving every minute of it.

That is until my high fell, like a rock. I guess in all the heightened excitement my brain couldn't tell when my body was saying stop.

I got sick.

It wasn't just sniffles and sneezes though. My head was spinning, it took longer than it should to focus on something, and it was honestly a miracle that I even made it to work in the first place.

Speaking of which... When did I get here? And how?

I only frowned a moment when I tried to recall. I shook my head and tried once more to focus on my computer screen, wrapping my blanket tighter around me. Before I knew it it was a full hour later and I hadn't scrolled at all. When I got to the bottom of the page I suddenly realized that I couldn't recall a word I had read and had to return to the beginning. By about the fifth time I figured I had understood enough of the passage to scroll to the next page. I took a moment to blow my nose and open up a cough drop before attempting to continue reading.

After another couple of hours, my body had become stiff and creaky. I groaned when I unfolded my legs from my criss-cross position on my chair. I attempted to stand, once, twice, thrice. I finally rocked one last time and used my desk to stand. My eyes rolled back at the aching in my body and a shiver wracked me when my blanket slipped from my shoulders. I would like to say I reached for it quickly, but I probably looked like an old woman.

When I had eventually secured my blanket around my body I decided it was time to walk around to stretch my legs. I tried to avoid as many people as possible; nobody wanted to see a sick person, nor did I want anybody to get sick because of me.

I got tired quicker than I expected and soon headed back to my office to stare at my computer.

This sucks.

I sniffled all the way down the hallway and attempted to blow my nose when I got there but to no avail.

I really wanted to cry.

Instead, I thought it would be a good idea if I just sucked on my water bottle like a toddler. It made me feel better.

A knock came to my door a moment before it opened. I was sitting criss-cross-apple sauce in my office chair, wrapped up in a blanket, sucking on a water bottle pathetically, and jerking my body awkwardly to turn around and face the newcomer.

"Y/n, you look like death."

"That's cuz I feel like death Agent Fletcher!" I angrily continued sucking on my water bottle, glaring at Brian.

He pressed his lips together and gave me a look that I couldn't tell if it was disappointment or concern, "You should go home."

"No! I hate being behind!"

He blinked at me and then left my door open.

"Hey! You could at least close the door!" I scootched my chair over to the door and closed it, then jerked my body around to twist the chair back towards my desk. I got about half-way there when my door opened once more.

I scowled and wiggled to see who it was this time.

"How are you feeling?" Clint folded his arms over his chest and stru.2ggled not to smile.

"I'd feel a lot better if I could get to work! How does it look like I'm feeling?!"  I readjusted my blanket around my shoulders and sniffed aggressively.

He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, "Okay, come on. I'm taking you home."

I hissed at him, "No! I already missed two days! I've gotta get ahead!" I frantically gripped at my desk, struggling against Clint as he grabbed my chair.

"You've got to rest, Y/n!" He grunted with effort, but I wasn't letting go easily.

"AAaaaahHHH"

He then gave up tugging on me but I didn't let up my grip; I still latched on, anxious and ready for the next attempt. Instead of grabbing my chair or even my hands, Clint did something truly diabolical.

He stole my blanket.

"Cliiiiiiiinnnnntttt, give me my blankie back," I whined at him, still not trusting myself to let go of my desk, I reached one hand at him desperate to calm my now shivering body with my stolen blanket.

His face seemed to break slightly at my pathetic attempt, but he stayed firm in holding it, "No, Y/n, you've got to go home and rest. Feel better and then you can come back to work. Okay?"

I deflated, the exhaustion only just setting in, I looked back at Clint who relaxed slightly. My eyes drooped heavily as I whispered, "Okay..."

I stood up slowly, pausing when I became light-headed. I packed up my stuff and traded it for my blanket to Clint. We walked down to the parking lot where Clint started to lead me to a black car.

"But my car, Clint..."

"Yeah, you're in no condition to drive, and I wouldn't have a ride if I drove your car. Besides, it's a company car, it'll be safe in its company's parking garage."

I huffed and got into the passenger seat. The smooth leather was warm when I slid onto it. I cinched the seatbelt nice and tight, securing me to the seat and my blanket around me. I turned to seat heater on and soon I found myself drifting to sleep curled up in the warm car.

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"Y/n," Clint looked over to her beside him after she had been quiet for a couple of minutes. He saw she was comfortably curled up and sleeping peacefully and he couldn't bring himself to wake her. She needed the rest, desperately.

He sighed, "I don't know where you live."

He sat at the light trying to make a decision on what to do. He only made it right as the light turned green. He drove to the next best place where he knew you would feel comfortable. The car pulled up to the front of the compound, careful to not jerk to a stop.

Clint walked around to the passenger side and opened the door as quietly as possible. He was contemplating on how to get her into the building when she sniffed extra grossly.

"Nope, nope, can't do it. Sorry Y/n, but I really don't want to get sick." He closed the door softly and locked the door. Clint walked into the lobby and called on the AI, "Hey Jarvis."

"Yes, sir?"

"You mind getting Thor's attention?"

"Of course sir."

Clint tapped his foot waiting for a response, "Too bad Steve's out on a mission. I don't think he would get sick."

"Thor is currently in the middle of watching a romantic comedy and asked to not be disturbed."

Clint groaned, "wh- you know what? I'm not going to ask." He tapped his foot a minute longer before speaking again.

"Jarvis, tell Loki that I need his help down here."

"Right away, sir."

Clint waited impatiently for Loki to come down after Jarvis informed him that he was on his way. Finally, Loki came from the elevator, leisurely strolling towards Clint.

"The voice informed me you need help?"

"You don't get sick right?"

Loki paused and tilted his head slightly, "Not by your infirmities, no."

"Good, I didn't care anyway--"

Loki rolled his eyes and halfway thought about just leaving to go back to his room.

"Y/n's in the car asleep, sick as a dog," Clint pointed to the car on the other side of the glass doors and then at himself, "I have no need to get sick."

Loki looked intrigued, but still not convinced, "Why don't you just wake her up?"

"She really needs her rest," his attention was fixed on the little bit of her he could see over the car window, "I couldn't get myself to."

Loki rolled his eyes, "Fine."

"Thanks, now why don't you bring her to--"

"I'll wake her up." Loki started for the car.

"NO!" Clint quickly grabbed his arm to stop him. "She needs all the sleep she can get and she'll probably throw a fit being here instead of at work or at home!"

"All the more reason to wake her up so you can take her home."

Clint scowled and decided to bring out the big guns, "That really won't help her, do you want another round of what happened the last time you didn't help her? I'll go get Nat right now."

Loki stiffened remembering the pure fear of being under the wrath of both Clint and Natasha. He twisted his neck and glared at him, but Clint didn't break. "Fine! Fine. I will take her to..." He gestured for Clint to continue his thought.

He hesitated for a moment before he remembered his thought, "Oh! I'm not sure if there are any bedrooms set up, or where they are, so just take her to the common room couch for now."

They walked out together to the car door. Clint unlocked it and carefully opened the door for Loki. Clint gave home one last glare in warning before Loki stuck his head in to unbuckle the seat belt.

Y/n shifted in her sleep and both men froze until she stilled herself. Loki half thought about throwing her over his shoulder just to spite Clint, but seeing her pathetic little sniffles as she slept caused him to not follow through. He carefully hooked one arm under her knees and then the other under her back where there was enough space to wedge into.

Clint guided them out making sure nothing caught on the way out. He closed and locked the car and walked in front of Loki to open the doors.

Not long after being removed from the hot car Y/n began shivering. Loki looked down at her with concern and adjusted the blanket as much as he was able. When the shivering didn't cease, he hugged her a little tighter to his chest hoping to provide her a little warmth. While she didn't stop completely, she wasn't vibrating as violently as before.

When the three of them reached the common room Loki placed y/n on the couch with the most sun shining on it. Clint ran around gathering supplies: tissues, cough drops, lots of pills, a fluffy pillow that he was never going to use again after today, and he even refilled her water bottle.

Loki wasn't exactly sure what to do when mortals got sick, but he didn't think the constant shivering was a good thing in any race of beings. He casually strolled over to the closet and grabbed a couple of extra blankets to place over her. She quickly latched on to them and curled a bit more into herself like she was conserving heat.

"Clint, I think she is still too cold."

Clint popped his head back into the room from the kitchen to see for himself, "Hmmm, yeah I think you're right. I think Natasha has some rice bags or a hot water bottle or somethin' Y/n could use." He scratched behind his hearing aid thinking of where to find them, "I'll go look around, try and find them."

Loki watched him go and then sat on one of the other couches to read.

Eventually, Clint came back with a couple of rice bags in his arms. He walked to the kitchen and started warming them up in the microwave.

"Oh! Hot! Hot!" He hissed as he played hot potato with the rice packs coming back from the kitchen. He placed one by her feet, one on the small of her back, and the last one in her arms for her to hug to her chest.

Y/n took no time to curl around it and let out a little puff of contentment.

Clint sighed softly, "I'm going to go tell Nat that she's here, I have to go back to Shield to finish up some stuff." Clint turned to Loki who was barely paying attention to him. "I trust -- no, you'll watch her for a few minutes in between me and her being here."

Loki hummed, disinterested, as he slowly turned his page.

Clint took that as a yes and walked down the hallway asking Jarvis where Natasha was in the building.

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I woke up feeling better sickness wise, but still so tired. I tried to move only to find I was effectively incapacitated by a tangle of blankets. It took me a couple of minutes to free myself, all the while trying to remember when I grabbed this many blankets. I sat up on the couch, why am I on a couch? I glared at the ground trying to recall the last place I remember being. I knew the rice pack I was hugging to my chest despite it not being hot anymore wasn't mine, but that didn't give me much clue. My surroundings seemed familiar, it obviously wasn't my apartment, but my brain was so blurry I couldn't think straight. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head trying to clear it with a slight grunt.

"Ah, you're awake."

My head snapped up to see Loki on another couch, not looking at me from his book. How I didn't notice him before is a mystery. I blinked at him, making sure I was really awake and not having cough syrup overdose hallucinations. When he didn't move or waver I answered gravelly, "Uh, yeah... Is this the compound?"

"Indeed."

"Uh, Your Highness? How did I get here?" I took a sip from my water bottle which soothed my throat.

"Do you not remember?"

"I wouldn't be asking if I did."

Natasha entered the room in a t-shirt and joggers, "You're feeling well enough to sass it sounds like."

I huffed, "Yeah, I guess so."

She sat the closest she could without being on the couch with my pile of tangled blankets, "To answer your question, Clint was charged with taking you home early from work but you fell asleep on the way. He was a softy and didn't wake you up for your address so he just took you here."

I nodded, it starting to come back to me, "That's right..." I looked at my bag with all my stuff, "Well, tell him thanks, but I feel well enough to drive now. If you could give me a ride to Shield so I can pick up my car..." I trailed off for two reasons, one: the question was obvious, and two: Natasha was looking at me with a 'really?' look.

"It's late, you're not going anywhere."

I opened my mouth to protest but she continued.

"Besides, Tony, Steve, and Clint will be back in a bit," Nat checked the time, "And I'm gonna drag Bruce out of the lab about the same time. An hour." She smiled at me kindly, "You still need to rest to get over your bug, so you're gonna stay over here for at least tonight to get the best care."

I smiled but immediately saw a problem, "That's kind of you, but I don't have my clothes for tonight or tomorrow."

She wordlessly grabbed a bag from the side of the couch I couldn't see previously. I recognized it as a bag I used regularly, usually hung by my front door. She tossed it onto my lap. Opening it up I found two sets of clothes and a pair of pajamas.

All of them were mine.

I looked at her puzzled, "How-?"

She responded with nothing, only staring me right in the eyes.

I decided not to ask.

I guess it was settled. I was going to stay here for the night.

Oh boy.

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