#infant boy

[portrait-paintings]

Mrs. Francis Brinley and Her Son Francis

Artist: John Smibert (Scottish born American, 1688–1751)

Date: 1729

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City, NY, United States

Description

Born Deborah Lyde, Mrs. Francis Brinley (1698–1761) was the daughter of Edward and Catherine Lyde and the granddaughter of Judge Nathaniel Byfield. When she married Francis Brinley in 1718, she was a woman of wealth and social prominence. An entry in Smibert's notebook dated May 1729 identifies the infant as the Brinley's son Francis (1729–1816). Mrs. Brinley holds a sprig of orange blossoms, a gesture which may have been taken from an eighteenth-century print by Sir Peter Lely. The white orange blossom symbolizes both marriage and purity, while the fruit, a sign of fertility, emphasizes Mrs. Brinley's role as a mother. Orange trees, although fashionable in Europe, were expensive rarities in the colonies. The presence of one here reinforces the sitter's wealth.

[padmestrilogy]

the thing about luke is he wanted to be good ☝️ he wanted to be gentle and kind ☝️those weren’t innate qualities he had no matter what. when luke acted on his first instinct he was quick-tempered and stubborn. he was whiny and immature and impulsive and had a lot of anger in him. he grew up in the galaxy’s darkest hour under two blazing suns & witnessed untold violence. nothing about his life was easy or coddling or guaranteed to make him kind. but he wanted to be good and kind and gentle ☝️so when it came down to it and he needed to make impossible choices he chose love & goodness & forgiveness. ok. it wasn’t easy he wanted to die and he nearly fell to the dark side so so many times but he chose good ☝️like i can’t read another post/meta/fic that takes positivity & gentleness as his basic traits nothing else to it. we saw him struggle to chose those for three movies!!

[octaviasdread]

Thinking about Carpe Diem and the cinematography of falling leaves to falling snow.

Seasons as cyclical as generations. It's tapestries and banners. It’s photographs on the wall. A structure, a system; tradition in the bones of buildings and boys.

There's a choice to be made - Nolan's hollow, ceremonial Light of Knowledge, or Neil's scavenged, man-made God of the Cave?

They’re children living for the future through a lens of past. Fireside stories embraced by woodland caves. They chant, dance, and recite from a sacred book - the heirloom they claim from a father they chose.

The window is finally open, but time froze at Welton lake. Forever winter. Forever youth. A moment in time, a feeling, a community turned to dust.

It's all so fleeting. Carpe Diem. Teenage years, childhood, a lifetime in three months. It’s a tragedy of classical epics.

The tale is old, but this wound is fresh. Falling to your knees. Shouting at the sky, praying and wailing, and clutching at the earth.

But the snow never stops.

Spring is up to us.

[ltsnsiimmer]

ASTRO LUCKY CHARMS V1 (JEWELRY SET)

DESCRIPTION

ᡣ𐭩 Infants - Children

ᡣ𐭩 Grls & Boys

ᡣ𐭩 Necklace, Choker, Earrings, L&R Bracelets

ᡣ𐭩 Includes 9 Swatches

ᡣ𐭩 Grl Set Includes Two Versions

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This beautiful blender scene is by Chells

[cubbihue]

If leisure fairies are human sized, what does that mean for cupid?

Cupid is an odd exception to the Leisure Fairies since... he's not a true fairy! Cupid is a human-turned-Fairy, just like Timmy Turner! The best way to know who is a real Fairy or not? Check the eyes.

Although Cupid has the same level of magical prowess as the average Leisure Fairy, his growth was stunted given his previous human soul. Not that this matters since he's now the Representative of the Leisure Court, as well as the rep for the smaller Holidays Faction.

He hails from a darker era of Fairyworld's history, from before the 4 courts and the Fairy Wars. Cupid recalls a time when fairies would eat human children. Aside from a few from his court, no Living Being knows of Cupid's past.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[restricted-on-13th]

Finally contributed to this fandom (even though I'm super late and honestly, just came back for nostalgia then got sucked like a vacuum back to the fandom)

Anyways, have a ghost boi! 👻

[kayvsdoodles]

baby sgt bonky i didnt post

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 76

Tim has no idea whether to laugh or cry. Bruce sends him away from Gotham to stay safe from Red Hood, yet who is standing there, in the Titan Tower, but the man himself. And if he was attacking or something then fine, he could deal with it. But no, the man is standing there, in the kitchen, cooking like it’s an everyday thing. Like sure he’s cooking angrily and Tim swears he can see some sort of eye glow in the helmet, but it’s not like he’s actually threatening any of them?? The literal crime lord has been hissing about them not having any food and being out of medical supplies and who decided to leave a bunch of teens alone to take care of themselves. Which. Rude, he’s been taking care of himself for years, and both Raven and Beast Boy have too! What type of scheme is this?!

Jason was going to go through with his attack on the Tower, he really was. But seriously, they didn’t even have any medical supplies, their cupboards were practically empty of food, and they didn’t even have any cleaning supplies. For fuck’s sake he’d gotten in so easily and it was a giant tower shaped like a T- everyone knew where it was! Honestly it’s not his fault the pit rage went from being pissed to the literal child- which uh, huh he’ll have to freak out about that later- to raging about how he took better care of the alley kids than the heroes were taking care of their kids so guess whose going to have to fucking step up! 

[shyaringan]

redrawing my old witcher ocs (WIP obviously) and-

2022 vs 2024 difference is nuts actually

[nonbinarylocalcryptid]

How funny would it be if Zeus tries to make Astyanax an avenger like he prophetisied? Like, this would take place after Astyanax discovers who he is etc

Zeus: I have chosen you as my champion

Astyanax: For what

Zeus: To seek vengeance for Troy, as the Last Trojan, you will be an avenger

Astyanax, still pissed after talking with Odysseus: Pass

Zeus: But I'm a god

And Astyanax standing there like:

[stuck-in-jelly]

Ever think about how Harrow had to not only go home to explain to his step son that his mother isn’t coming back but then also had to turn to the Kingdom of Duren only to return a ring to child still in a cradle

[introvertedpebble]

"Worst of all, I hear you dare to touch my WIFE and hurt my BOY!!"

Sir, your "boy" is 20 years old.

[ghost-museum]

TWENTY-ONE??? he should be at the club, virtually invisible in shadow

[ltsnsiimmer]

BALLiiN 23 JEWELRY SET

DESCRIPTION

ᡣ𐭩 Includes 1 Swatch

ᡣ𐭩 Infants - Children

ᡣ𐭩 Grls 3 piece/Boys 3 piece

ᡣ𐭩 Custom Thumbnails

ᡣ𐭩 Basegame Compatible

ᡣ𐭩 Disallowed for Random

T.O.U ↚

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[ezekielonlysleptfor2hourd]

Oh there’s a baby

A silly story of Bastard vs Zombies. Featuring: Kamor being turn into a baby. Hipswitch on baby duty.

This is part one.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

The morning was off to a chaotic start. The sound of clattering eggs echoed through the small kitchen as Mahatma fumbled to regain his grip on the frying pan. He swore under his breath as he scrambled to pick up the broken shells.

“What the hell, Mahatma?!” Albus barked, his face twisted into a mischievous grin. The warrior, always unpredictable, had jumped out from behind the kitchen door with a loud “RAWR!” and startled the doctor. It was clear he found the whole thing amusing, but Mahatma was less than pleased. “I didn’t mean to!” Mahatma protested, wiping his hands on his apron. “I swear, I was just trying to cook!”

“Yeah, well, maybe try cooking without making a mess next time, huh?” Hipswitch drawled, stepping into the kitchen. The robot cowboy had one hand on his belt. He looked at the chaos unfolding in front of him with disapproval. “What did I tell ya about being careful in the kitchen?”

Albus scoffed, clearly amused by the scolding. “Maybe if Doc ain’t so jumpy”

Kamor, who had been quietly observing the scene from his usual spot on the stool in the corner of the kitchen counter, sighed softly. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, a soft shake of his head, clearly indicating that the antics of the group were nothing new to him anymore. His fingers brushed the surface of the stool, a silent indication that he wasn’t going to get involved. Instead, he simply tilted his head toward Albus, giving the warrior a pointed look.

The tension in the room hung for a moment as Mahatma muttered something about needing a new frying pan, while Albus shrugged with an exaggerated, “Eh, it happens.”

But Kamor’s gaze remained steady on Albus, his lips curving slightly into a smirk. He was used to this madness. But there was something comforting about it too—no matter how messy the mornings got, they always found their way through, somehow.

ˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎ

The marketplace was a chaotic swirl of activity as the group made their way through the bustling crowds. Stalls were filled with everything from fresh produce to handmade trinkets or stolen goods, but the only thing on their minds today was a new frying pan. Hipswitch, led the way through the narrow streets.

“Come on, partner,” Hipswitch called over his shoulder, his voice carrying through the market, “we’re almost there. Gotta get ya a pan that won’t crack under pressure.”

Kamor followed close behind, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets as he adjusted his scarf. His heart was a little too loud in his chest as he walked beside the robot. The way Hipswitch called him partner—it sounded so natural, so friendly—but Kamor’s mind couldn’t help but twist those words into something deeper. His gaze lingered on the bounty hunter’s tall, broad frame, the way the sun glinted off the metal parts of his robotic body. But Kamor stayed quiet, opting to keep his feelings hidden. He wasn’t sure how to handle the way his heart fluttered every time when he’s near Hipswitch. The cowboy didn’t seem to notice, of course. He never did. Hipswitch thought he can’t have emotions—at least not in the way Kamor did. He was a machine, after all. A bounty hunter machine.

Ahead of them, Albus was busy at one of the stalls, grinning broadly at the woman who ran it. His voice was smooth, laced with charm as he flirted effortlessly.“Well, well, what do we have here? You selling these fresh apples, or are you just trying to steal my heart?” Albus leaned in, a glint of mischief in his eye, while the stall owner rolled her eyes and smirked. “I’d be careful with that, stranger,” she warned, holding up an apple like it was a weapon. “I’ve got a sharp edge.” Albus chuckled, clearly undeterred. “I like my women dangerous.”

Meanwhile, Mahatma was grumbling under his breath at another stall on the opposite side. His eyes were scanning the various frying pans hanging on display. As he reached for one, a voice rasped from behind him. “That one’s crap, Mahatma.” The voice came from Attila, Mahatma’s other half.

Mahatma sighed in nervousness, feeling the sharp, invisible presence of Attila, like a weight on his shoulders. “I don’t know Attila, this one seem.. okayish?” Attila scoffed. “You don’t know the first thing about good cookware, do you? Just grab the one that looks most useful and don’t make it a bigger mess than it already is.”

Hipswitch, still leading Kamor towards the next stall, glanced over his shoulder and shook his head, oblivious to Kamor’s quiet sigh. “Albus is gonna get us kicked out of here with that nonsense,” he muttered, making a half-hearted attempt to keep the warrior in check. “It’s always the same with him. Can’t go anywhere without him flirting with everyone.”

Kamor’s lips twitched into a slight smile at the mention of Albus, but it quickly faded. He didn’t mind the flirtation; Albus was just that way, always seeking attention, always playing around. The group was nearing a stall that had a row of pristine pans hanging in the sun, each one polished to perfection. Hipswitch clapped Kamor on the back, an entirely friendly gesture. “See, partner? There’s the good stuff.”Kamor glanced at the pans, his expression unreadable, but his eyes softened when he turned back to the cowboy. He nodded once, a subtle sign of agreement.

The peaceful hum of the marketplace shattered as a loud commotion erupted near the center of the plaza. A deep, guttural voice rang out, echoing off the metal and sandstone structures.

“Everybody down! Ain’t nobody move, ya hear?!”

A towering brute stood in the middle of the street, waving a Ray gun erratically. His armor was rusted, his clothes torn, but his eyes burned with reckless confidence. The people around him cowered, scrambling to hide behind their stalls or ducking into nearby alleyways. Hipswitch’s head snapped toward the source of the chaos. His movements were swift, practiced—his hand darted to his hip, fingers curling around the grip of his revolver as he stepped forward.

Albus, ever the reckless one, grinned. “Finally, some excitement.” With a flourish, he unsheathed his massive sword, the weight of the blade heavy in his grip. He rested it on his shoulder, cracking his neck as he eyed the brute. “Alright, big guy, let’s not make this difficult.”

Meanwhile, Attila had already grabbed Kamor’s wrist and yanked him back behind an overturned cart. “This is not our fight,” Attila hissed, pressing his back against the cart. Kamor’s brows furrowed as he peeked over the edge. He wanted to fight. He wanted to prove himself, to stand beside Hipswitch and Albus, but he wasn’t ready—not yet. His hands tightened into fists, frustration bubbling in his chest.

“Yeah,” Mahatma voice shakily. “You go out there, you’re might be another corpse waiting to happen.”

Out in the open, Hipswitch’s metallic fingers twitched over the trigger. His voice remained steady, calm. “Put the gun down. Ain’t gotta do this the hard way.”

The brute let out a barking laugh. “The hard way’s the fun way!” He fired a wild shot toward the sky, sending a pulse of energy crackling into the atmosphere. The already-panicked crowd screamed, scattering further.

Albus rolled his eyes. “Great. One of those guys.” The brute’s gaze landed on them—on the cowboy with the gun and the warrior with the oversized sword. His grin widened. “Oh-ho! Bounty hunters, huh? That mean there’s a price on my head?” Albus smirked, shifting his stance. “Not yet, but I’m happy to change that for you.”

Hipswitch, ever the tactician, adjusted his aim. “Last chance, pal.” The brute just grinned wider. Then, without warning, he swung his Ray gun toward them and fired.

The fight was on.

The marketplace was a storm of movement—Hipswitch fired off calculated shots, his revolver spinning in his hand between blasts, while Albus swung his massive sword in broad, devastating arcs. The brute, despite his lack of grace, was relentless, firing his Ray gun wildly, sending erratic beams of energy ricocheting off metal stalls and stone walls.

Then, in the chaos, one of those wild shots veered off-course. Mahatma barely had time to react before Kamor shoved him aside, taking the hit square in the chest. The energy pulse crackled on impact, wrapping around Kamor in a brilliant flash of light before—

POOF

A pile of clothes hit the dusty ground. For a split second, everything seemed to freeze. Hipswitch’s mechanical fingers twitched over his revolver. Fear—something he didn’t think he was capable of—coiled in his circuits. Albus, normally cocky, suddenly looked pale. Then, from the bundle of Kamor’s clothes, a small, dazed noise emerged.

A baby?

A baby who looked exactly like Kamor. A stunned silence fell over the market. Even the brute, who had been mid-laugh, now stood slack-jawed, his grip on the Ray gun loosening. He blinked at the infant, then back at his weapon. “What the—” Albus exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. “Oh, hell no. Did you—did you seriously just scam yourself into a baby gun?!”The brute, still staring in shock, gave the Ray gun a violent shake. “This ain’t what I paid for!”

Hipswitch, still processing the absolute insanity of what had just happened, finally holstered his revolver and took a slow step forward. His glowing eyes darted between the infant Kamor, his discarded clothes, and the still-confused brute. “Well,” he muttered, “that’s somethin’ you don’t see every day.” Albus saw his chance. With the brute still distracted by his own stupidity, Albus lunged forward, bringing the full weight of his claymore down on the man’s head—

WHAM

The brute hit the ground with a satisfying thud, out cold. Another long pause. Then Mahatma, still crouched beside baby Kamor’s abandoned clothes, let out a nervous chuckle. “O-Okay! So, uh! Kamor is a baby now! That’s—that’s not great!” He hesitantly reached down, picking up the tiny, confused infant. “Oh, wow. This is so weird. Kamor?, you’re, uh, adorable but this is very not ideal.”

Attila’s voice, sharp and unimpressed, grumbled. “Perfect. Just what we needed. A useless baby.”Mahatma frowned. “Attila!” Hipswitch slowly approached, staring down at the tiny Kamor, who blinked up at him with big, familiar eyes. His robotic fingers twitched slightly—hesitation. “Well, partner,” he murmured. “Ain’t expectin’ this one.”

The baby hiccuped. Albus, finally regaining his composure, let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Alright. So how the hell do we fix this?”

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[yippayappa]