#mama camila

[theaceofarrows]

Since it's now canon that Hunter was created as a toddler, I choose to believe that he has baby pictures somewhere out there in the BI. Weather, it was a nanny, a coven scout, or even a coven head that took them they exist.

One day, someone is going to stumble upon them? and Darius and Camila are going to be thrilled that they now have their kid's baby pictures and are going to make sure EVERYONE sees how cute he was

[starvember]

roadtrip with the dunne family !!

it’s the end of summer, start of fall. camila and billy were invited back hom to Pittsburgh to visit their family. they weren't planning on taking daisy or karen, but daisy throws such a fit that they actually give in.

even karen got a little fussy the night they broke the news. she got real quiet and refused to talk to either of them — her little arms crossed over her chest with a pout on her face, her dragon stuffie clutched in her hands.

mama mila hates to see her babies so upset, and papa billy doesnt like it either. it's actually billys idea to bring the two — as stubborn as he is, karen and daisy are his kiddos, and he might be more wrapped than camila.

at bedtime, mama mila goes to tuck the kiddos into bed, and as she sits on the bed, billy comes in.

“oh, there's my favorite girls. are we all tuckered out from pouting? mhm, it seems that way, don't it, mama?”

and billy gives everyone, including cami, a kiss on their heads. he sits on the other side and says,

“guess what? ive got you two tickets. you're gonna come with me and mama to pittsburgh.”

all that hard work cami's done in calming daisy down is instantly reversed, which also gets karen excited.

a week later and two overlays later, billy decides the best course of action is to rent a car. he loads all their suitcases in the back and helps cami repack the kiddos carry ons so theyve got more fun things to do.

a few hours into the trip, billy realizes that maybe he shouldve waited the delays out.

karen's already gone through half of her sticker book even though both him and mama told her to use paper only. there's stickers all over the window and seat and a few on her pad of paper.

daisy keeps asking if theyre there yet, and being that theyre somewhere in the middle of the midwest and just left, billy accidentally snaps and tells her to ‘take a guess’

karen's babbling in the backseat immediately stops and daisy goes still as her eyes well up with tears. billy immediately feels awful, but there's not a lot he can do to remedy the situation.

camila turns and reaches into the back seat, shushing daisy before her whimpers turn into full cries.

‘it's okay, little duck, papa's just frustrated. you know how you feel icky sometimes? that's how papa's feeling. trying to keep you and ren safe so we can have fun.’

daisy grabs cami's hand and doesnt turn loose, and before she knows it, she's climbing into the backseat between her two kiddos.

‘i'll sit with you for a little bit, okay?’

and within five minutes, all three of them are asleep. cami's got both girls tucked under her arms, and the car is quiet.

billy decides there's really no need to rush the trip. theyre in the beautiful mountains with stretches of waterfalls and wildlife. while they sleep, billy finds a spot and pulls off. it's just outside a small town, and its almost dark anyways, so they'll have to stop.

he sets up a picnic with food he stopped and got food (a miracle no one woke up when he got out of the car).

“hey, girls. did you sleep good? ive got a surprise. come look.”

daisy perks up faster than camila and karen, and shes blearily trying to get out of the car. billy helps daisy unbuckle her seat belt while camila helps karen.

when they get out, theyre near a pretty waterfall and bill's got all sorts of stuff set up. karen’s sticker books, daisy's coloring books, cami's camera. even their stuffies are sitting on the blanket waiting for them.

“papa this s'nice.” daisy says, rubbing her eyes. she gives billy a huge hug. “i loves it!”

karen tugs on billy's shirt and shyly says ‘thank you, papa’

they sit together and have supper, and while the girls play and get out their pent up energy, cami tells billy she loves him.

“look how happy our girls are. theyre gonna need a bath — i think daisy might be eating the chalk. duckling, out of your mouth.”

“or papa's gonna put it up, okay? on the sidewalk, not your mouth.”

the drive to pittsburgh takes way longer than it probably should. they stop somewhere every night and have supper outside while karen and daisy play. then they go get a hotel and camila gets them ready for bed.

it’s almost a little sad when they get there, and karen asks billy one night if they can drive back home.

‘s'fun. no flying. we drive home, papa? please?’

and theres no way billy can say no. not when karen asks so sweetly. he kisses her head and tucks the covers under her

‘sure we can, monkey. we'll drive home.’

then daisy comes in and jumps into bed next to karen. billy kisses her head and tells her night night, before leaving cami to let them do their bedtime routine.

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Mama Camila Scenes <3

[trainzdraws]

This instalment of the feeding tube au is straight after the comic. It's right before Hunter is being discharged from hospital

Description: camila pays attention as a doctor teaches her how to operate Hunter's pump as hunter sits and watches the adults talk to one another

[ljmfrench]

If you think about it... Hunter got adopted by like 4 different people. Camila and Darius (canon) and a lot of people believe that Eda and Raine (while not being his main parental figures) were very much parental figures to him. He would have 5 parents if you count Alador as his step-dad.

[paw-bones]

[xbriizx]

A moment of peace...

CUZ THAT’S ALL I WANT

[monstergoblin]

This is the cutest shit I have seen!

3 days, getting closer… *cries*

[spacech3rub]

Day 2 of Veek!!!:

Mama | Languages | Movie Night

(The Languages prompt was there because one, movies have languages, and two because of ✨food language✨ idk I did think of something deep about this or somethin)

[pixiatn]

I feel like there should be more Camila Noceda/Bruce Wayneification fics of Inko Midoriya, no reason I just really like when a character adopts a large amount of traumatized children, i also hate when shes portrayed as an abuser. Like imma need more fics where inko adopts the villain kids in their pre villain era, maybe a young hawks. I'm tired of Dadzawa and Dadmight getting all the attention. Mamadoriya for the win💪🏽

Mom for all memes:

[ofowlsdinosaursanddragons]

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO ALL THE GOOD MOMS IN MEDIA!

[theaceofarrows]

[crimeronan]

hey. Hey. in this timeline.. did vee like. Ask to go to reality check summer camp. bc i truly cant IMAGINE camila going "hello my abused basilisk daughter who just came to this realm. you need to be less weird asap and i dont see any other solutions. therefore i am Sending You Away"

HOWEVER. i can completely imagine vee going "mom, please let me go to summer camp?? ooh yes this one!! why. cause it seems fun!! i kinda DO need a reality check anyway. i dont know much about this reality." which. poor mortified camila trying to figure out the best parenting solution here.

HONESTLY I HAVE BEEN THINKING THIS. like. why WOULD vee end up in a cabin 7 polycule when she had no reason to go to camp in the first place.....

and all i can think is that she was like "PLEAAAAASEEE..... THEY'LL TEACH ME TO ACT HUMAN :("

poor camila being like "mija, honey, you already pass Excellently as human. you're in no danger here" while vee is like "BUT... I COULD BE BETTER AT ITTTT :((("

[glyhpsrfvckincol]

If requests are open can I request Hunter x reader hcs in which his S/O is really sensitive to loud and sudden noises but also likes quieter calming noises (heartbeats, purring, wind/water, etc)

Thanks if you do! ^^

Sensitivity || Hunter Noceda

Synopsis - Hunter Noceda helping his sensitive hearing s/o.

Warnings - Mention of screaming. Mention of Mommy kink. Teasing.

Request are opened; headcanons only

↳ He understands to a certain degree. He doesn’t like people suddenly yelling.

↳ Hunter didn’t know that it was more than yelling that set you off though.

↳ He learned this when he dropped a pot in Camila’s kitchen. T_T

↳ He felt so bad.

↳ Just held you and apologised a few million times. Very quietly.

↳ Also, someone talking suddenly, specifically someone he didn’t know was there scares the wood bones out of him.

↳ Hunter gets flustered easily. Trust me, this is helpful.

↳ This makes his heart rate go faster.

↳ Just rest your head on his chest. He’ll become flushed, which would immediately increase his heart rate, slightly amplifying its sound and becoming even more calming.

↳ Will just fly you over the ocean on Flapjack. The sound of the water and the blowing wind. No talking, unless you instigate it first .

↳ Hunter also finds peace in these moments. Just you, him and FlapJack, who eventually becomes Waffles :(

↳ I just made myself sad, I’m so sorry😭

↳ In the human realm, he def would ask amity to burrow Ghost so you could hear her purrs. She agrees to this under one condition.

↳ She gets to tease Hunter. It only lasts 20 minutes because she gets bored.

↳ Hunter really hopes bird Chirps is a sound you like and that doesn’t overstimulate you.

↳ If rain is a good sound, he’ll just sit outside or by the window with you while you do whatever.

↳ Hunter will cover you’re ears while you sleep if you’re an incredibly light sleeper.

↳ Does anyone else hate the sounds of certain words? My friend speaks Cantonese and a particular sound bothers me. I don’t know why 😭

↳ And nails being dragged down chalk boards!

↳ Hunter will ask people to be quiet if there’s too much noise.

↳ “Luz, whatever game you’re playing, I KNOW for a fact it doesn’t need this much noise. Shut up!”

↳ Sassy siblings.

↳ If you like his voice {Lets be honest, who doesn’t?}, he’ll read you Cosmic Frontiers.

↳ With the book, The Good Witch Azura, he’d prefer Amity reading to you as Luz is very loud. Maybe he might read it to you.

↳ Listening to him learn Spanish I believe would be so calming. Like damn bro, it’s pronounced Mami, not mommy-

↳ Firm believer Hunter has a mommy kink.

↳ If time is set before Kings Tide, Hunter would tease you occasionally. Fucking hypocrite-

↳ But I digress, Hunter will always try to help you with your sensitive ears, just give the boy a bit of a direction.

[serialadoptersbracket]

Round 2, Match 60: Camila Noceda vs. QSMP!Philza

Submitted kids:

Camila Noceda: Vee, Willow Park, Amity Blight, Gus Porter and Hunter (ex-)Wittebane

QSMP!Philza: Tallulah and Chayanne

Propaganda under the cut!

Camila Noceda:

1. “She found out a shapeshifter had been posing as her daughter and instead of turning on said shapeshifter she instead beat the hell out of the guy holding the shapeshifter captive. And kept the shapeshifter. Like any true mother.

She’s a Star Trek fan. She wears a pride pin. She’s a single mother. She’s a queen and an icon and we all love her very much”

2. “She fucking adopted all of these children as soon as Luz brought them from the demon realm, and has taken them all under her wing like a true mother.”

3. “Sadly, she doesn't appear much in the series (especially because of the shortened season 3) but she's such a good mom.

I hope she gets another submission, cause as I said in my Eda propaganda I don't remember much from the later seasons, besides general plot points, so I don't have any scenes to point out.

Though basically every scene of them all together is on the first episode of season 3, "Thanks To Them". Also, there's MoringMark's comics that I and half the fandom treat as 100% canon.”

4. “Need I elaborate? Her daughter shows up after several months missing with 4 traumatized teenagers in tow, and she's kind of just like "welp, guess I have 4 more kids now." absolute icon.)

QSMP!Philza:

“He has one government assigned adoptive child (Chayanne) and then adopted his biological son’s government assigned adoptive child too and keeps being assigned dad-coded for various other characters”

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Little Karen Sirko Ficlet

Karen sees Daisy regressing and struggles not to regress too.

thank you to @half-eclipse for helping me with this idea and always supporting my djats agere delusions

Tw: struggles with regressing, negative self talk, anxiety

Word count: 2736

The muppets played every Sunday night at 6 pm. It had become a sort of unspoken tradition that Karen and Daisy always watched it together. They curled up on the couch with popcorn, Daisy’s stuffies and all the blankets in the living room and for twenty minutes nothing else mattered. When Karen was just with Daisy there was no pressure to act a certain way. Daisy didn’t ask questions about why Karen wanted to watch kids shows with her, she barely batted an eye if Karen’s thumb somehow accidentally made its way to her mouth. She’d even slip one of her stuffies into Karen’s lap while they were watching.

Karen had asked Daisy once how she knew she was a little. The answer had been terrifying and hadn’t left Karen’s mind since. Similarly, the fact that Karen had asked that question lingered in Daisy’s. She didn’t know if Karen realised how much she regressed while they were watching tv, or how obvious it was to Daisy, but she didn’t want to mention it in case she upset her.

Both Daisy and Karen had been waiting all week for the new episode because Elton John was the guest star. But now as they were watching it Karen couldn’t help but feel a little bit scared because there was a crocodile circling around the piano and she did not want it to hurt anyone. Karen squeezed Bailey, Daisy’s teddy bear who had somehow ended up in her lap, tightly. She looked down at Daisy who was stretched out across the couch with her head against Karen’s crossed knee, her eyes glued to the bright colours of the tv. She also looked a little bit scared about the crocodile which made Karen’s stomach twist uncomfortably because Daisy was supposed to be scared of things like this. Little things. Childish things. Karen was not. She was supposed to be grown up and brave and not worried about fake crocodiles. Except she was scared. So, so scared. The crocodiles were singing now which made them much less scary and Daisy was laughing but Karen couldn’t help the tight feeling in her chest which wouldn’t go away.

Daisy looked up, her face dropping as though she was concerned that Karen didn’t seem to find singing crocodiles funny. Karen smiled at her, though it must’ve come across pretty unconvincing as Daisy immediately sat up. “Ren?” She mumbled, the room was dark, Daisy’s face was lit up only by the light of the TV but Karen could tell she was worried about something. “Are you scared of the croc’diles?” Karen shook her head firmly because she was a big girl and Daisy was the baby so she shouldn’t be worried about her.

“No, I’m not scared,” She promised though her voice came out rough over the lump in her throat. Daisy nodded sadly, Karen felt bad for worrying Daisy but she really, really wasn’t trying to. Daisy reached her hand out, using her thumb to caress Karen’s cheek in a way she’d had done numerous times to herself. It was with this action that Karen realised she’d been crying, actually crying, over a kids show. She was thankful for the cover of darkness as her cheeks warmed but Daisy couldn’t tell. “I’m just tired,” She explained, trying to soothe Daisy’s worries. Daisy gave Karen another nervous glance before her attention was pulled back towards the end of the song. Elton John fell into the water and Karen looked away because she really, really did not want to cry any more. She didn’t really watch the rest of the show, she was too scared. Not of the crocodiles but of the confusing emotions she felt bubbling inside of her.

As if it were clockwork, as soon as the end credits began to roll Camila entered the living room, flicking on the lights and causing both Karen and Daisy to cover their eyes. “Mama! It was so good,” Daisy grinned, climbing over Karen’s lap to reach Camila. Daisy threw her arms around Camila’s neck and Karen couldn’t help the pang of loneliness she felt when Camila wrapped Daisy up in her arms.

“Oh I’m sure it was duckling,” Camila cooed. They sat on the opposite end of the couch to Karen, Daisy on Camila’s lap as she began excitedly babbling about the episode. Karen drew her eyes away quickly, fixating on the soft beige fur of the teddy in her arms. He was old and worn, reminding Karen of her childhood blanket which sat at the bottom of her suitcase under her bed. She traced her finger back and forth over the soft fur, it wasn’t as nice as the silky fabric of her blanket but it did distract her from the thoughts swirling around in her head.

Karen was brought out of her thoughts by Camila calling her name. Both Daisy and Camila were looking at her with confusion written on their faces and it unsettled Karen that she didn’t know why. “Karen? You there?” Camila questioned, her brows knitting together with worry.

“Yeah, of course.” Karen stretched her lips up into something that probably reflected a smile but she wasn’t sure. Camila reached out to put her hand on Karen’s shoulder, a gesture which was supposed to be comforting. Karen jolted away, it was too comforting. If she succumbed to Camila’s gentle touches and soft words she knew Camila would see right through her. And that would just ruin everything.

“I was just saying I’m going to make Daisy a bottle, would you like something?” The offer was so innocent, it could’ve meant anything. But to Karen’s frayed nerves it felt like an accusation.

“No.” she responded shortly, instantly feeling bad for her tone. “I’m fine, thank you,” She corrected. Camila nodded, her face still uncharacteristically worrisome. She kissed the side of Daisy’s head gently before slipping the red haired girl off her lap.

Once Camila had left the room Daisy scooted up next to Karen, pressing herself so close that Karen could feel the rise and fall of her shoulders. Daisy smelt like baby powder and Camila’s perfume, the longing ache it brewed in Karen’s chest made her feel nauseous. “You could tell her, you know. She’d understand,” Daisy whispered, her mouth pressed right up to Karen’s ear. Of course Daisy knew. Deep down Karen knew too, and who was she fooling, Camila probably also knew. But these realisations were scary and overwhelming and Karen didn’t want them.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Karen responded, keeping her eyes trained on the stuffie in her lap. She couldn’t help fiddling with his soft, floppy paws as she spoke. Daisy also had a stuffie in her arms, Dusty the bunny, anyone who saw the two girls would see no difference. This scared Karen. She moved the bear off her lap and placed him gently on the edge of the couch beside her. “I’m not… it’s not what you think it is, Daisy.” it was a blatant lie, they both knew this, but Daisy understood from it that Karen wasn’t ready to talk about this. Daisy nodded in understanding and placed a kiss to the side of Karen’s head, just as Camila had done to Daisy just moments ago. It made Karen long achingly for something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Daisy rested her head on Karen’s shoulder, their warm bodies pressed together. As long as Karen didn’t think too much into it she found the proximity comforting.

She didn’t want this. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want this.

A few moments later Camila returned with Daisy’s bottle in her hand. It was clear with a light pink flower pattern which circled the bottom and it was filled with milk. Karen bit her lip in frustration. She didn’t want this. She couldn’t want this.

“Alright duckling, time for bed,” Camila cooed gently, holding out her hand for Daisy. Daisy whined, burrowing herself against Karen.

“I’m not sleepy,” Daisy huffed, though there was a smile growing on her face. It was a game Daisy liked to play every night, negotiating her way out of bed time. Karen thought that if someone was willing to tuck her into bed with a bottle of warm milk she’d never have a word of argument. Camila didn’t mind Daisy’s whining though, gently placing the bottle of milk on the coffee table and kneeling down in front of the couch.

“You’re not sleepy?” She questioned, mock shock on her face.

“Nuh uh,” Daisy grinned, knowing what was coming next. Camila reached forward, grabbing Daisy by the sides and tickling her mercilessly. Daisy collapsed onto the couch, writhing and giggling as she tried to get away from Camila.

“Oh you must be right, the tickle monster knows to leave sleepy girls alone!” She teased. Daisy squirmed away from Camila, eyes wide and glowing.

“Fine, fine, ‘m a little bit ‘eepy,” Daisy admitted, the acknowledgement unleashing a yawn. Camila smiled softly, pulling Daisy off the couch and into her lap. Camila wrapped one arm behind Daisy’s back and the other under her knees, rocking her back and forth and pressing kisses all over her face while Daisy giggled. Karen couldn’t pull her eyes away. It's not that she was jealous, she wasn’t, but who wouldn’t want to be taken care of like that? Camila looked at Daisy like she was the most precious thing on the planet, was it a crime to maybe just a little bit think she’d enjoy it too? No. It wasn’t. And she didn’t even care that much.

“Alright, say goodnight to Karen, baby,” Camila instructed gently. Daisy looked up at Karen, she looked so small in Camila’s arms. She crawled back up onto the couch, placing a kiss on Karen’s cheek.

“Ni Ni Ren,” She babbled.

Karen had to physically force out, “Goodnight Daisy,”, her throat feeling like it was tied up with barbed wire.

Camila took Daisy’s hand and the bottle upstairs. Karen almost felt like following after them just so she didn’t have to be alone. The boys had gone out to the beach earlier but it was getting dark out now so they’d be home soon. Karen didn’t want them to come back, she knew she couldn’t handle them being so loud and in her space right now. She sighed, picking up Bailey, who Daisy had accidentally left on the couch. She brought him back onto her lap, mentally apologising for neglecting him before. She wanted to take him up to Daisy, knowing the girl would be missing him, but she felt weird intruding on Camila putting Daisy to bed. Karen wrapped Bailey tightly in her arms, kissing the soft fur on top of his head on Daisy’s behalf. Just as she was working up the courage to take the bear upstairs Camila poked her head into the living room. “Bailey isn’t in here, is he? Daisy says she’s lost him.” Karen’s stomach hardened, feeling like she’d been caught.

“Oh yeah, he’s here.” She chucked the bear across the room to Camila who caught it with practised ease.

“Thanks, Ren,” When had Daisy’s nickname for Karen become common use? And why did it make Karen feel bubbly inside? Camila took the bear upstairs and now Karen was completely alone.

The boys would be home soon. Karen knew she should get up. Maybe have a shower and put on a vinyl. Read a book and forget about everything she was feeling. But she couldn’t. She just couldn’t move. Camila came back down stairs only ten minutes later which had to be a record for Daisy. Karen was expecting some comment on how easily Daisy had gone down but Camila was silent as she sat down on the couch next to her. “What did you think of the new episode?” She asked eventually.

“It was ok,” Karen shrugged. “Daisy seemed to like it.” Karen tried to play it off as though the only reason she cared to watch the show was for Daisy even though they both knew that wasn’t true. Camila sighed, turning so she was facing Karen.

“You know, if you ever felt like you wanted to be little too-”

“I don’t.”

“But if you did, honey, you know I’d take care of you, it’d be ok.” Karen shivered, her face heating up under Camila’s gaze. She hated this. She hated all of this. It felt like a lie, some sort of trap. It would not be ok. It couldn’t be ok. Camila would think she was stupid and a baby and not cute like Daisy and it would all be wrong. “Honey? Where’d you go?” Camila questioned gently, brushing Karen’s hair out of her face. Karen turned so she was actually looking at Camila.

“I don’t. I’m not,” She stammered trying desperately to explain herself. “Just because I… just because I enjoy hanging out with Daisy,” Her words were coming out all funny and wrong and she didn’t know what to say to get Camila to stop pushing this. “Don’t mean that I…” She wrung her hands together in her lap, wishing she still had Bailey to hold.

“Ok, ok,” Camila cooed, gently rubbing circles on Karen’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pressed it.” Karen nodded, good, this was good. “C’mere,” Camila urged, gently guiding Karen’s head down to her lap. It was impossible to say no. Karen needed Camila to hold her and here Camila was offering it. Karen relaxed as her head dropped down, she was lying in an almost identical position to how Daisy had been earlier. She felt so small but lacked the strength to admit it. Camila began gently carding her fingers through Karen’s hair and talking about her plans for tomorrow. None of what Camila was saying was making its way into Karen’s mind, her body felt calm and light like she was letting go of some millenia old curse. At some point Camila’s words shifted into soft lyrics, Karen could understand this, Golden Slumbers by the Beatles. She felt cocooned in the warmth of Camila’s voice, like she was slipping into something undeniably safe. It felt good, like nothing else in the world mattered. In the little bubble Camila had built up around them Karen couldn’t find it in her to worry about beginning to suck on her thumb. It just felt so right, so soothing. Camila’s voice trailed off and her hand stilled only momentarily before they began again.

Karen began to lose track of time, drifting in and out of wake as Camila held her. The bubble was burst by the sound of the door slamming open and the sound of an elephant stampede stomping into the house. Karen shot up quickly, wiping her thumb off on her shirt and pushing herself away from Camila just as Warren entered the living room. It was the middle of winter, Karen didn’t know why they’d gone to the beach but as each of the boys came into the room it was clear they were all half frozen and bubbling with adrenaline. Camila sighed disapprovingly.

“If any of you get pneumonia i'm going to be so unimpressed,” She reprimanded. Graham began whining about how the beach was necessary all year. Karen took this as her sign to leave, slinking off the couch and up the stairs while Camila was distracted. Now far more lucid Karen was hit with the weight of what had just happened. Her chest felt empty and heavy at the same time. She wanted Camila to hold her again and she also wanted to hide under her bed forever. It was all very confusing.

In a moment of weakness Karen brought her suitcase out from under her bed, riffling around for a few seconds before she found her blanket. She’d had it since she was born so almost all the colour had worn out and the middle was rough from years of tears and dirt. The silky rim was the same though, soft and cool against her skin. Karen climbed into her bed, burying herself under the covers with her blanket pressed up to her face. She felt so alone, longing desperately for the warmth of Camila again. It would be ok, she reminded herself. She didn’t need this. Despite every instinct inside of her Karen shoved her blanket under her pillow and rolled over to fall asleep.