#orange sippy cup

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big ol doodle dump of various hypothetical ii fankids ...

[cutiepieautistic]

Big brother caregiver! 707 stimboard

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[gummi-stims]

🎈 Bluey keepy uppy sippy cup! (Try saying that one five times fast lol)

Feel free to use my gifs, but as always please read and respect the DNI in my bio

[ladyjuliapearle]

Inktober has officially started! My fourth year participating, I'm beyond excited!

The first entry for this year is 'Backpack'.

This backpack is my favourite diaper bag back pack all inclusive stuff transportation, carried by my husband

[sadgirlmia]

I’m not a big Melanie Martinez fan but I CAN’T STOP LISTENING TO CRYBABY AND K-12!! THE VIBES SNXNKWKDIXJSNJEJD

[luveline]

can we have bed time with dad!spencer, his baby boy and reader? 

Jude has brown eyes like Spencer. They have the same mouth and nose, the same thoughtful gaze. “That’s me,” Spencer says, Jude’s back to his chest, an arm between his legs to keep the little boy steady, “and this is you.” He points at Jude before smoothing a hand over his chest. “See us? That’s dad and Jude.” 

“Us,” Jude echoes. 

“Yeah, that’s us.”

Jude works his lips up into a smile. 

They smell like talc and lavender oil for the teeny tiny burns on Jude’s fingertips. He touched the oven door a few days ago while it was still on, Spencer gets hot remembering how hard Jude cried. It took more kisses than he bothered counting to make him stop screaming, an ice pop held to his small hand with a hand towel wrapped around it, squeezed to the bathroom door together —the first place Spencer could remember seeing a towel, Jude still sobbing. 

Spencer wants Jude to associate the bathroom with normal things. Peeing, showering, and not the little burns. If he can have happy associations, that’s better. Like dad and Jude’s night time routine, where Spencer brings him in here to brush his teeth and dab his face clean with a cloth. Some nights he needs to detangle his hair, or give his baby an impromptu shower, and some nights Jude is already asleep by the time Spencer remembers these things. 

“You’re really handsome,” Spencer says, pointing at the mirror, “see? You’re beautiful. See your smile?” 

Jude giggles excitedly. “I am beautiful,” he says proudly. 

“Exactly, you’re beautiful. Are you happy?” 

“Yeah,” he says, tipping back, his curls tickling Spencer’s nose. 

“Are you comfy?” Spencer whispers. 

“Think so.” 

“You think so,” Spencer says, beaming to himself as he kisses the top of Jude’s head. “You’re smart, Judey. Okay, how do we know we’re comfortable? Are your clothes tight? Do you want to take off your socks?”

“No.” 

“Okay, good. Does your mouth still taste all minty from the paste?” 

A flicker of disgust. “Yeah, it does.” 

“I’ll get you your sippy cup. You don’t seem tired, are we having a story?” he asks, voice turned to fatherly syrup as he shifts Jude around. He turns off the bathroom light and shuts the door behind them as they leave. 

“No, I wan’ be in the big bed.” 

“You do?” 

“With you.” 

“Okay, that’s okay, you can be in the big bed, are you sure you don’t want a story too? We can read about Edward the rabbit again.” 

Jude doesn’t bother answering. Spencer tends to read to him every night unless Jude has expressly shouted that he doesn’t want one, ‘cos that’s what his mom did for him, and Spencer loves his mom. 

Spencer fills Jude’s sippy cup with water (not so much a sippy cup as a bottle), and they retreat together to the big bed. In the middle of the bed, tired and curled up and waiting for them, is you. You perk up enough to drag yourself to one side of the bed as you kick down the sheets. 

Spencer isn’t used to this, but he should be. (This, because there isn’t really a word for it? For being friends and for not being intimate and for sleeping in the same bed together whenever you stay the night.) 

“Hi, baby,” you say, holding your arms out for Jude. 

Spencer gives him over. Jude suckles his drink, a picture of the baby he was when Spencer first got him as he turns into your chest. He’d need all the help he could get back then. You’d given more than he could ever ask for, and Jude knows you for that. 

You tip Jude against you and press yourself flat, your hand spread over his back. 

“Are you reading Edward Tulane tonight?” you ask quietly. 

“Just a bit. Couple of pages.” 

“Sounds good. You okay, mister?” you ask Jude. 

He nods around his drink. 

Spencer turns the light off and the lamp on, bathing you and Jude in a kind orange glow. The mattress sinks under his weight, dipping under yours, encouraging you closer together in the middle. You barely notice the outside influence, shuffling across the pillows to rest your face against Spencer’s arm. 

“Did you want milk?” Spencer asks him. “You can have some, it’s okay.” 

“Minty,” Jude whispers. 

“Minty,” you whisper in support. “Daddy takes good care of those teeth, huh?” 

Jude loves being spoken to sweetly. He closes his eyes as you pull him like a curve to you, squished and cuddling. You’re his mirror, eyes fluttering shut as you sniff his hair. Spencer loves your smile —he knows what you’re thinking, because he knows what you’re thinking. Jude still smells like baby. 

“Maybe this book is too sad,” Spencer says, thumbing to the last page he’d read from. 

“It’s not too sad, and we won’t be awake long.” 

“My Judey told me he’s not tired,” Spencer says. 

“My Judey needs his sleep,” you whisper.

Jude smiles and lets the rest of the cup fall away from him. “Can say you love me?” Jude whispers. 

“Who, baby?” Spencer asks. 

“You and you,” he says. 

You take a deep breath, whispering grandly, “I love you.” 

Spencer follows suit with a hand wrapped around Jude’s calf. “I love you, too. So much they don’t have a word for it yet. You know your middle name, you know what it means? Anwil, it means loved one, because I love you a lot. And I have forever and ever.” 

“And ever?” Jude asks. 

Spencer rubs his leg softly. “And ever. More than Y/N does.” 

You gasp in offense. “No way!”

Jude giggles but settles as you run your fingers through his hair. Spencer lays down and cracks the book over his chest, falling into his usual reading cadence, though he doesn’t bother much with special voices. Jude’s eyes are already shut and he’s jelly on your chest. 

He leans over mid story to brush hair from Jude’s ear. “I love you,” he says, to be sure.

Jude says something back that sounds like, “too.” 

[emacrow]

Danny glared at Scarecrow man from the corner of his play table in the living room pt 3 by emacrow/creator

Stabbing his orange colored playdoh shaped scarecrow with his plastic fork as he stared hard at the sweating bullet Johnathan Crane, who was sitting in the dark purple couch with Lilith making drinks in the kitchen behind.

He could feel the dark energy radicating off this little toddler with the glowing eyes, teeth looking a bit too sharp as the kid stabbed the playdoh repeatedly.

"My mommy." Growled the possibility of a long lost distant related demon brat Robin.

Meeting the demonic toddler once more after 2 months after the wedding with his legs barely able to walk like a goddamm baby lamb toward the kitchen while Lilith looking more refreshed, moving easily the he was.

"You leave like the rest of them after I'm through with you, in the dirt."

That child is a dangerous little monster under an angelic face that can trick Lilith with how this kid attempted to have him killed on multiple occasions.

"She not your mommy."

Don't even get him started on the forever frozen icicles in the shower that almost killed him, fucking tiny plastic sword trap the kid's closet that was sharpen to almost stabbed him in the gut when he opened it to put away the brat's toys or the fake tantrum to scream so loud that his eardrums nearly went deaf.

"You don't deserve mummy."

Kid had a vendetta over him, just even being 3 feet close to Lilith without him death glaring him like a vengeful spirit.

The staring contest only lasted for a few seconds when Lilith came out of the kitchen with her favorite medieval mug of tea, a cup full of coffee with three drops of honey for him, and planet designed sippy cup full of hot chocolate and side of marshmallows for Danny.

That brat's evil face suddenly switched like a god damn switch, eyes sparkling with that gaping tooth smile staring at Lilith like she brought the moon itself to him, kissing her cheek with a soft giggle.

"Thank you, mummy." He said, sipping his sippy cup, his little feet swinging back and forth.

Lilith doesn't realize she was fooled by that demon in disguised.

Well, at least he got one thing on his side, which was the dark massive horse that lived in the backyard of Lilith home in the stable house. Nightmare was her name, and she was obsessed with him and scarecrow masks, probably due to the fear toxin residue.

Lilith had a stern talking to that stalker horse after he almost freaked out, seeing that horse somehow in his part of the closet trying to steak his ninth spare scarecrow outfit again to hoard in the stable right when he tried to get ready for the meeting, dragging Jonathan back to Lilith's house by his jacket.

He has evil plans to do goddammit!

Previous pt 2 link here<-

[ellatoone7]

❄︎ Helpful bunch ❄︎

Alexia's favourite girls series

The girls help you during your last weeks of pregnancy

You were due any day now. Your stomach was so swollen that you could barely walk. Alexia was on permanent hover mode as she basically never left your side unless one of her daughters needed her. Just like every other pregnancy your wife had been a godsend, she seemed to know what you needed before you even knew. The girls had seemed to inherit that trait from her too as they did everything, they possibly could to be helpful. 

Alexia had woken up early this morning, wanting to make sure you were okay and ensuring that you wouldn’t have to move too much today. Per routine Alexia quickly rifled through the hospital bag she had packed since she found out you were pregnant again. After she was happy that everything was in place, she ticked it off her mental checklist. 

Val was sitting happily outside your bedroom when Alexia opened the door, fluffy her stuffed rabbit clutched tightly to her chest as she stared up at her Mami. Valentina knew that she couldn’t jump on her parent’s bed for a while because her Mama had a sore tummy from her baby sister. Her Mami had told her she could come in a wake her up, but Val seemed to fall into a routine by waiting at the door. Her little face lit up as she saw her Mami, and she immediately reached out for her. 

“Hola mi Bebita.” Alexia cooed as she picked Val up and pressed a kiss to her cheek, “¿Has estado despierto mucho tiempo?” Val rubbed at her eyes tiredly as she shook her head. “Mami, want to see Mama por favor.” Alexia quietly peeked through the door to see if you were awake, but she knew you wouldn’t be for a while. “Mama is asleep nĩna.” Val pouted as she leaned her head against her Mami’s strong shoulder, “Cuddles?” Her hazel eyes shined softly as she requested her favourite thing.

Luckily for Val it was also her Mami’s favourite thing too, she giggled the whole way down the stairs as her Mami made Señor Fluffy speak in funny voices. “Señor Fluffy likes cuddles too Mami.” Val whispers as she holds the rabbit up to her Mami’s face and playfully snuggled into her neck just like Val likes to. “You and Señor Fluffy can have all the cuddles in the world, vale?” Alexia smiles as she gently sits Val on the couch. Val whines when she moves away but that quickly turns into a happy sigh as she watches her Mami grab her favourite cuddle blanket.

“I’ll be two seconds mi vida, I’m just gonna make some coffee.” Val nods before reaching her hands out, clearly not wanting to be separated from the former athlete for long. Alexia only smiles as she picks her daughter back up, Val fiddles with her Mami’s vest as they ywalk into the kitchen. The coffee making process didn’t take too long as Val watched from where she was perched on the counter. 

“Juice?” Val asked as she stared at the fridge, Alexia pulled out the bottle of orange juice and put some in Val’s sippy cup. Val cheered when she was handed her cup, and she nearly downed the whole thing in one before a playful warning from her Mami. When Alexia collected her daughter from the counter, she knew Val was starting to get a little tired because she was considerably clingier that she had previously been. 

Alexia saw down on the couch before settling Val on her chest. Val’s little hand bunched Alexia’s vest as she tucked her face into her Mami’s neck. Val was soothed by her Mami’s warm hand gently stroking her back and holding her even closer. Alexia pressed soft kisses to her hairline as she flicked through the channels, finally landing on one of the cartoons her daughters seemed to like. 

Alexia didn’t even hear footsteps until her 12-year-old was standing right in front of her with a sleepy smile. “Hola Mami.” She rasped out as she sat down next to the pair. Alexia wrapped her free arm around her eldest as she pressed a series of kisses against her cheek. “Bon dia, mi vida.” 

Val peeled out from her hiding place as she peered up at Isabella, reaching out to give her sister a hug before settling back against Alexia’s chest. A half an hour passed before Alexia glanced at the clock, going back and forth about whether to start waking you or not knowing that although the rest would do you good, your back could get sore from lying down for too long. 

Val had dozed off into a light sleep which made it all the more difficult for Alexia to get up. She lightly grabbed the little hand that was clinging onto her vest and slowly detached it before gently manoeuvring her to lie down on the couch. Alexia cooed gently at the sight of her youngest, brushing away the flyaways off her tanned face and placing a feather light kiss to her forehead. 

She made eye contact with her eldest who didn’t even need to be told what was happening she could just always seem to read her Mami’s mind. Alexia gave Isabella a kiss of her own before running up the stairs and into your shared room. You were sound a sleep but to Alexia’s utter surprise, you weren’t alone. 

Emilia was laying next to you, a small arm placed over your stomach in a protective manner. Emilia didn’t even notice her Mami was in the room, far too busy making sure her baby sister and her Mama were okay. Alexia made her way over to her side of the bed before sliding in under the covers making the small blonde jump. 

Emilia giggled quietly as she was pulled into her Mami’s strong arms and tickled gently. She playfully smacked her Mami’s chest as fingers dug into her ribs for the third time. Alexia grabbed Mr. Bear from the clutches of her daughter before tickling him too making Emilia lunge at her. 

“I think Mr. Bear prefers me.” Alexia stated as she held the stuffed bear over her head. Emilia scoffed and crossed her arms, sending her Mami a glare so like your’s that Alexia would’ve believed it was you in front of her.  “Mr. Bear, Mami, loves me the most and I love him the most.” Alexia hummed quietly as she looked at the bear, “I agree Mr. Bear might be loved the most, but he does not love you the most.” Emilia opens her mouth to argue before Alexia cups her freckle cheeks softly, “Because I love you more than anything in the whole wide world.” 

Emilia’s smile lights up the whole room as she wraps her arms around her Mami’s neck, kissing her cheek softly as she does so. “I love you too Mami.” Emilia whispers as if it was a secret, “Even more than Mr. Bear?” Alecia asks as she tucks the bear into her daughter's neck. Emilia pulls back softly as she placed her hands over her teddy’s ears, “Much more than Mr. Bear.”  

Alexia gave the teddy a victorious look before holding the back of her daughter’s head to bring her closer. “Were you looking after Mama?” She feels Emilia’s head move in a nod as she rolls out of her embrace and lands onto the floor with grace she learned from gymnastics. “She needs all the rest she can get until baby comes.” Emilia sites off something that her Mami had been telling her since she found out she was having another little sister. 

“It’s probably time to wake her anyway princesa.” Alexia tells her as she gets to her feet and makes her way over to your side of the bed. Her fingers thread through your hair softly as she slowly coaxes you awake. Your met with her hazel eyes as you finally come to the land of living, drearily blinking up at the Catalonian before smiling softly and cupping her cheek. 

Alexia softly joins your hands before bringing it up to place an adoring kiss to the back of it. “Bon dia mi amor.” You hum lovingly at the purr of her accent as you sit up with the help of her strong hands. “Good morning Meels” You coo as she shuffled her way to stand by her Mami’s legs. Alexia smiles down, absolutely infatuated with the little girl standing on her toes. You feel that pang of pure love fills every ounce of your body like you always did whenever you saw your wife with the girls. You never doubted that Alexia would the greatest mother of all time, but it didn’t really hit you until Isabella came into the world. Alexia held each of her little girls as if she would die if she ever had to be apart from them even for second. 

“Are you feeling okay Mama?” Emilia snapped you out of your bubble of bliss bringing you back into your equally incredible reality as she felt your forehead just like her Mami taught her. You caught her hand and pressed a kiss to it before reassuring her that you were perfect. Alexia held a handout for you to take as Emilia moved down the bed slightly to mirror her Mami. You laughed gently and took both of their hands as they guided you out of bed. You winced, your ankles were so swollen that it hurt to stand on them and your back absolutely killed. 

“Easy mi amor, relax I’m right here.” Alexia gently reminded as she took most of your weight, you sighed against her shoulder before making a move for the door. It was a very slow process, but you did eventually get to the door, you were severely out of breath, and you leaned against the sturdy frame of you wife once again. Emilia made sure that every door between you and downstairs were open as she waited at the bottom of the stairs just in case. 

“Let me carry you cariño.” Alexia whispered, hating when any part of you was in pain. “Alé I’m nine months pregnant and you are retired, you will break your back.” You sternly told her as you gripped onto the banister and slowly descended. Alexia grumbled beside you as you made you way down, “I still go to the gym.” You laugh slightly as you felt her tense her forearm against your hand, “Don’t get me wrong baby, you’re probably even stronger now but I need you to be able to pick up our girls.” That seemed to please your wife as she smiled charmingly at you. You sighed in pure relief when you were met with Emilia at the bottom of the stairs. 

“You made it!” Emilia wrapped her arms and legs around one of her Mami’s legs like a koala. Alexia picked her up effortlessly and placed her on her back as she led you to the sitting room. Before you could get there though Emilia gasped, “Mr Bear is still upstairs!” 

She let go of her Mami’s neck and landed on her feet giving Alexia and absolute heart attack in the process. “Meels we have talked about not doing that anymore.” It fell on deaf ears as she raced up the stairs to grab her teddy. 

“Sign her up for gymnastics they said, it’ll be fun they said.” The Spaniard mumbled as you entered the living room. Val had woken up at some point and was cuddled up in her favourite blanket as her favourite cartoons played. Her hair was a mess, but it was the absolute cutest sight to you and Alexia. Her hazel eyes lit up at the sight of you as she kneeled up on the couch babbling something in her sleepy state. 

“Morning baby.” You greet her with a kiss to her freckled cheek, “Were you being good for Mami?” Val nods as she jumps into her Mami’s arms to prove her point, “Mami’s best girl!” Val giggles as she clings onto her mother. “Sí, my best girl.” 

“I heard that!” Emilia shouted from upstairs as she somehow teleported back into the room with her stuffed bear in tow. Alecia gave her a sheepish smile as Emilia glared at her. “I need to sit down now.” You groan out as your back protests to the weight of your stomach. Alexia and Emilia jump into action, helping you sit down so your comfortable while Alexia places Val beside you. She cuddles up to you, small hand resting on your bump as she leans her head against your side. 

“Are you excited to meet your baby sister?” You asked softly, combing your hand through her brown hair. “I can’t wait Mama!” Alexia can’t help but playfully pinch her daughters' cheeks as she settles down on the other side of you. Emilia plops herself down on top of her Mami and pulls the blanket up to her neck. Alexia’s arms are quickly occupied, one wrapped around you and the other around Emilia as she kisses her cheek softly.

Isabella makes her entrance with a cup of coffee in one hand and a heat pack in the other. You could nearly cry with relief when she hands them to you, “Is you are saving my life right now, thank you baby.” You kiss her cheek and usher her to take a seat on the couch you are all occupying. You tilt your head up to meet your wife’s eyes before she leaned down to press a kiss to your awaiting lips, “Te amo mi amor.” She whispers against your lips before kissing them once more. You sigh happily before leaning your head against her strong shoulder, content with your little family.

[cheesesoda]

calling you out based on your favorite triplet!

it’s ya girl back at it again with the call out posts

cw: mentions of mental health issues, sexual trauma, and EDs

nick: if you’re a nick girl/boy/person, i get the feeling you’re the oldest. you sometimes tend to feel sorry for yourself and then you feel bad about feeling sorry for yourself and it becomes a vicious cycle. you probably have either dealt with body image issues or an eating disorder (idk every nick person i’ve met has dealt with that). you’re probably pretty insecure and you constantly compare yourself to all your friends and it’s tearing you apart. you have a hard time accepting compliments because you simply don’t believe them. i think there’s a lot you don’t talk about but then you blame others for your secrecy and feel bad for yourself, as if they just don’t understand. maybe try letting people in and let them have a shot at trying to understand you. you’re not an enigma.

songs you remind me of:

prom queen by beach bunny

not strong enough by boygenius

idontwannabeyouanymore by billie eilish

sippy cup by melanie martinez

orange juice by melanie martinez

tv by billie eilish

matt: if you’re a matt girl/boy/person, you’re probably the quietest one of the group. you possibly grew up without many friends and you often feel left out or unseen. you were the quiet kid and never really talked. you’re very nurturing and you try to take care of all your friends because you want them to know you see them. you’ve most likely dealt with mental health issues (specifically anxiety and/or depression). you tend to overthink a lot and you probably have a lot more to say than you actually say. you were probably the one who walked on the grass, the one who was the photographer but never in the photo, and the one who sat alone at lunch. as a kid, you went unnoticed but now you’re not. as a result, you end up purposely excluding yourself from your current friend group(s) because it’s what you’re used to and then you end up isolating yourself but you don’t realize that you’re doing it to yourself. i hope you’ll see that people do notice you and they do care about you. you’re not invisible.

songs that remind me of you:

the archer by taylor swift

chosen last by sara keys

letter to my 13 year old self by laufey

nobody by mitski

afraid by the neighbourhood

everything i wanted by billie eilish

chris: if you’re a chris girl/boy/person, i think you grew up too quickly. you probably had to start looking out for yourself at way too young of an age and now you have a hard time accepting nurturing and loving treatment. i get the feeling that you were sexualized from a young age too and you probably have some sexual trauma. as a result, you act hypersexual because it’s what you’ve been made to believe you’re supposed to be. people don’t take you seriously, probably because you are the funny one or the pretty one but you’re actually very observant and analytical. you notice things most people don’t. you’ve often been the butt of the joke in the friend group so now you make fun of everyone else before they can make fun of you. you might come off as mean but i think you’re just scared of being vulnerable. you definitely have commitment issues which probably stems from your childhood trauma (including but not limited to family issues). you end up getting yourself into dangerous or unhealthy or self destructive situations because it’s what you’re used to and you think it’s what people expect from you. you don’t have to follow your self fulfilled prophecy. you don’t have to be what others tell you that you are.

songs that remind me of you:

goddess by laufey

labyrinth by taylor swift

safeword by tv girl

don’t miss me by claire rosinkranz

brand new city by mitski

first love/late spring by mitski

[cutiepieautistic]

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[soul-rillo]

How does Valentino act in the hazbin tots AU? Does he still know about sexual stuff(Id hope not considering that he’s a toddler now-) or does he act differently?

I also would like to know, since u confirmed that it was apple juice in Husk’s sippy cup, does he run his own little juice bar where sells apple juice, orange juice, lemonade, ect.?

Valentino doesn't know what sex is, but he is an absolute diva, as are all the tot vees. They demand attention constantly and if Lucifer doesn't pay attention they will get into something or do something to make him pay attention (Lucifer is still horrified by what Velvette managed to do with his duck collection, glitter, and scissors).

Valentino is especially jealous of anyone playing with his friends, especially Angel and Vox, and has thrown many tantrums when Angel is hugging Husk or Vox won't stop talking about Alastor to dance with him. He has lots of big emotions and Lucifer is trying his best to teach him better emotional regulation before he has his meltdowns. Lucifer isn't happy that Valentino keeps throwing his rubber ducks at the wall but it's much better than him pushing Angel over and making him cry again.

Husk does have a little juice bar where the other tots (mostly Angel and Rosie) will come over and pretend to by juice! And when it's not terrible hellish weather Lucifer will sometimes let him set up a little lemonade stand outside the hotel (supervised of course!). Husk is always proud of how much lemonade other sinners will buy. It doesn't hurt that the king of hell stands behind him with his horns out and fire in his eyes if the sinners look like they aren't going to stop a pay Husk's very high prices for lemonade, not that Husk ever notices this.

[juicezone]

Hi can you pls draw little padded Kwazii laying on cg Peso's lap while drinking out of a sippy cup (Kwazii)

Thx😊

oh.... to sit snuggly in someone's lap with a sippy....

[Image ID: Characters are from the Octonauts Cartoon. Peso is a standard black and white penguin, Kwazii is an orange cat with a black eyepatch. Peso is sitting behind Kwazii, both with a happy or content expression. Kwazii is wearing a blue diap and drinking from a green sippy cup. The background is purple. End Image ID]

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Check my pinned if you’re interested in sending in an agere/related art request ^^!

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Please *falls to my knees on the ground* I-I need *gasps for air* I neED FORMER FRAT BOY DAD SUKUNA TO BE THE ULTIMATE GIRL DAD PLEASE OH PLEASE *rattles cup*

LOOK BESTIE, LOOK-

I can't really get into it cause that is a whole ass one-shot i got cooking up, but YOU ARE SO RIGHT.

He would he so wrapped around her finger it isn't even funny. He thinks he's weak for you? He's shaved ice in a Texas heatwave for her.

And the worst part about it is he has money, so while the two of you don't argue over drinking or other girls anymore you do argue over the logistics of getting a pony.

It's so funny watching this big bad business man, covered in tattoos, known for being a hard ass absolutely dissolve because of a toddlers giggle.

Or him telling her some of the tamer stories from history as a bedtime story, thinking it would bore her to sleep, but instead she's just as invested in all of it as he is so they stay up well past bedtime together.

And like...it's still Ryomen! He's not gonna be perfect. Like, there is a 64.3% chance that babygirls first word was "fuck!" Because of him and we all just have to accept that.

He put orange Fanta in a sippy cup for her cause "it's basically juice!" And now is suffering the consequences.

He learns to sew because when her favorite stuffie ripped, she ran to him to help. And while yes, he probably could have gone to you, he's so overwhelmed that she chose to come to him first that in his head he now HAS to be the one to fix it cause HE CAN NOT let her down!

She wouldn't care as long as the toy is repaired, but don't tell him that.

Definitely the dad that when she's sick he pours her her cough syrup in the medicine cup, pours a shot of whatever liquor is in the house for himself so they can take "shots" together.

Problematic? Oh 100% but it gets her to take her medicine, so shhhh

AND OF COURSE HIS FRAT BROTHERS WOULD STILL BE IN THE PICTURE!! She becomes best friends with her cousin Megumi after Uncle Gojo and Uncle Geto finally decide to adopt, taking turns spending the night at each other's houses

Uncle Nanami is always happy to babysit cause she's generally a pretty chill kid. This becomes frustrating for Ryomen because one day she comes home and demolishes him at smash brothers after Uncle Kenny taught her how to play.

And Aunt Mei Mei would fret over her so much omg. She may hate babygirls dad, but she would still die for that baby.

God I have so many thoughts about him as a dad but I need yALL TO GET MARRIED FIRST!! GAHH!!

[mellowsadistic]

Easter Bunnies - Part 2

Mellie spotted the green tinfoil wrapping of an Easter egg hiding nestled among some dandelions, sparkling in the warm sunlight, and she toddled over at once to snatch it up before Hazel or Jackie could get to it. She dropped it into her little wicker basket and felt a burst of pride so strong that she simply had to do a happy little dance to let out some of her feelings. Her diaper crinkled between her legs, and she could feel her bunny ears wobbling on her head as she hopped happily from foot to foot. She didn’t like her stupid nappy, but she loved her fluffy bunny ears, and she loved the rest of her outfit too. Her pretty dress was yellow and white, and it had a big bow on the back. Daddy said it made her look very pretty.

She heard laughter behind her, and she looked around to see Daddy chuckling at her. He was sitting on the decking with Hazel and Jackie’s Daddies, and they were sipping some grown-up drink out of glasses. She’d already had her orange juice from a nice, safe sippy-cup. Because she was a big girl, Daddy had said. She didn’t need to be bottle-fed like Jackie. She wasn’t as big as Hazel (who didn’t even need a diaper!) but she wasn’t a silly baby either. She grinned back at her Daddy and waved.

Hazel toddled over to her. “How many eggs haf you got, Mewwie?” she demanded.

Mellie looked into her basket. She didn’t know. Numbers were so hard, but she didn’t want to look silly in front of a big girl like Hazel. “Fwee���” she said, uncertainly.

Hazel giggled. “Nu-uh! You gots way more than fwee!” She peered into Mellie’s basket, her face scrunched up with the effort of thinking. “You gots… seven!” She looked back at Mellie and put her hands on her bare hips, smiling smugly. “You can’t count! You just a baby wike Jackie!”

“No!” Mellie whined, stamping her foot. “I a big girl!”

“Nu-uh!” Hazel said again, shaking her head. “You need nappies! You just a baby!”

Mellie felt tears welling up in her eyes. “I don’t!” She hiked up her dress and reached for the tapes of her disposable diaper, intending to rip the stupid, babyish thing off and throw it into the bushes.

“Don’t touch your nappy, Mellie!” Daddy’s stern voice rang out across the garden, and Mellie whipped her hand away from the tapes at once with a whimper. “You need it, baby girl! Taking it off is a big no-no!”

Hazel smirked with satisfaction and ran off to find some more eggs, bare bottom jiggling, but she stopped after just a few paces and clutched a hand to her princess parts. “Daddy!” she cried, looking over at the grown-ups with sudden desperation. She started dancing just like Mellie had been, hopping from one foot to the other. “I need my potty, Daddy! Gotta pee-pee now!”

“Okay, darling!” her Daddy replied. “Come here quickly! I’ve got your potty!”

“You too, Jackie!” Jackie’s Daddy said. “Time for a diaper check!”

“And you Mellie!” Mellie’s own Daddy called, his voice much gentler this time. He spread his arms wide. “Come to Dada, sweetheart! I want to see how many eggs you’ve found!”

Mellie’s bad feelings at being scolded vanished at once, and a big smile tugged at her lips. She ran as fast as she could over to the decking, following behind Hazel potty-dancing her way towards her Daddy. Jackie brought up the rear, toddling along like she’d barely learned to walk. Her nappy was hanging very low between her legs. She was such a silly baby, Mellie thought, throwing a superior look over her shoulder at the girl. Her nappy wasn’t anywhere near that droopy – though as she waddled over to her Daddy, she felt a sudden wetness spreading around her no-no spot. With a blush, she realised she was wetting herself. She wished she could hold it and use the potty like a big girl, but she couldn’t control when she went pee-pee. Daddy had told her so, and Daddy was always right. Warm wee-wee flooded her diaper as she toddled towards the decking, and the thirsty padding between her legs soaked it all up. She could feel her Pampers getting heavier and bulkier, pushing her thighs apart and making her waddle even more pronounced.

“Hurry, Daddy!” Hazel pleaded, squirming in desperation as her Daddy placed a white training potty down on the decking in front of her. He took her by the hands and guided her bottom down onto the plastic seat, and Hazel let out a loud sigh of relief. A moment later, the tinkling sound of pee hitting the bottom of her potty reached their ears, just as Mellie reached the decking and fell into her Daddy’s arms.

“What a big girl!” Hazel’s Daddy crooned, stroking Hazel’s bare back and bending down to kiss the top of her head. “Look at you going pee-pee in the potty, just like a grown-up!”

Hazel beamed up at him, and Mellie watched jealously. Her full lips formed a pout, and her grumpiness only worsened when she felt Daddy pulling back the waistband of her nappy to check her bottom. “No messies yet,” he declared, letting her diaper snap back into place. He slipped his hand down the front of her pants next. “Uh-oh…” he cooed, taking a seat in a garden chair and pulling her into his lap. “I think somebody’s done a big pee-pee, hasn’t she?” He bounced her on his knee and made her soggy diaper squish beneath her. “Does Daddy’s little girl have an icky wet nappy?”

“Daddddyyyy…” Mellie whined, wrinkling her nose and blushing.

“I’m sorry, baby girl,” he said, kissing her on the nose. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I know how sensitive you are about your baby pants, but you’re just too little for the potty at the moment. Maybe Daddy will potty train you in a few years’ time, hmm? Would you like that, princess?”

“Weally?!” Mellie looked into his face excitedly. She didn’t know how long a year was, but she desperately wanted to get out of diapers.

Daddy chuckled and bounced her on his knee again. “Sure, baby. It might take a while, but maybe one day you’ll be able to wear big girl pull-ups, or even go bare botty like Hazel!”

“Yay!” Mellie wiggled happily in his lap. “Fank you, Daddy!”

All of the grown-ups started laughing then. Hazel giggled too, and even Jackie let out a happy gurgle. Mellie joined in, but she didn’t really get what was funny.

“I’m not sure my little lady is ever getting out of nappies,” said Jackie’s Daddy as he lifted his baby girl’s legs into the air by the ankles, exposing her messy bottom. Near the beginning of the egg hunt, Jackie had squatted down in the middle of the garden and pooped her pants, but since she didn’t fuss much over a dirty diaper, there’d been no need to change her straight away. “Are you, stinky-bum?” her Daddy cooed while he worked at her bottom with baby wipes. “I think you’re going to spend the rest of your life in messy nappies!”

“Methee nappeeth!” Jackie echoed, lifting her legs all the way back over her head and trying to cram her toes into her mouth.

“You’re a bit soggy,” Mellie’s Daddy told her, hugging her tightly, “but I don’t think you need a change just yet.” He patted her crotch. “That nappy can hold a lot more.”

Once Hazel had finished on her potty, and Jackie was done getting her nappy changed, the three girls had their egg baskets inspected. Mellie had seven, Hazel had ten, and Jackie had four.

“There are still a few more out there,” said Jackie’s Daddy. “Shall we take advantage of the good weather and let them keep playing for now?”

“Good idea,” said Hazel’s Daddy. “It would be good for them to burn off some more energy before naptime. My little tot will be bouncing off the walls if we take her inside.”

“Alright girls,” said Mellie’s Daddy. “Good job finding all those eggs! Do you think you can find the last ones too?”

The three ladies nodded earnestly.

“Then off you go, little ones!” said Daddy. He gave Mellie’s bottom a pat to send her on her way, and she toddled off back into the garden with her two friends, diaper squishing wetly between her thighs, eager to find as many eggs as she could.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Caregiver George Weasley (Agere) Headcanons

Because I’m going through a lot right now and need this type of content badly. Pls. I beg

He’s happy to be called whatever you feel comfortable with. His favorite names are “Georgie, Da Da, Mr Wheezes”

He loves making breakfast for you every morning, regressed or not. He also finds a way to even take your medication fun! Such as “Every pill you take, you get a gummy bear-!”

He’s a strong man, who’s an older brother, meaning you can get picked up easy. Piggyback rides will be given.

You are going to have so many uncles and aunts.

He will set up a special mat for you in his office, so you can play while he works. That way you aren’t too far away from him, and he can keep a close eye on you. The shop can still be pretty dangerous after all

You will have the cutest pajamas. They will be so soft, and in the loudest colors. Feeties? Night gowns? Just a t-shirt and shorts? He will make sure they are snuggly and obnoxiously purple and orange. Hope you like those colors

Your sippy cup/bottle is never going to be empty. You don’t know how he does it, but you’ll never run out of food and drinks. The Molly in him refuses.

He just adores you so much. He’s more than happy to sit with you, and cuddle, if you need it. Whenever you want.

Expect lots of head kisses, and him brushing the hair out of your face. Just so much gentle touches of affection.

He will spoil you, but in a healthy way of course. You deserve to have fun and enjoy yourself after all. You regressed for one reason or another, after all. He knows you needed to feel like a kid to process something. And he’s more than happy to help you through it

Since he’s a morning person a cute little night time routine will be made. You two get to share it to, so you get to feel included!

He’s going to be singing silly little songs. Songs to help you sleep, to do a chore, it’s gonna be a silly little working song!

So many nick names for you. He’s always hitting you with something to make you giggle

If anyone wants to bother you about your whole deal, they are so going to get a boot to the butt. Let kids be kids. Some kids are just older than others!

So many little kisses to your cheek and head. Never a bad time for little tackle kisses

He will ALWAYS make sure you have a stuffy in your arm, if he isn’t able to be there to cuddle you. You deserve to be held and to hold

Never a bad time to hug. Never ever ever!

He loves you so much, and it’ll never stop

[nicnak20]

Chicken pox:

*When Valerie- Yn and Nicholas's little girl- gets chicken pox, Nicholas goes into over drive with his doting and care towards her.*

The California sun streamed through the pastel-colored curtains of Valerie's bedroom, painting stripes of light across the duvet patterned with cartoon cats. Normally, Valerie, a bright and energetic seven-year-old, would be bouncing out of bed by now, eager to start her day. Today, however, she lay listless, a constellation of angry red dots marring her usually flawless skin. Chickenpox.

Nicholas, her father, with his tousled dark brown hair and perpetually kind eyes, hovered in the doorway. He held a tray laden with breakfast – toast cut into star shapes, a small bowl of mashed banana, and a sippy cup filled with diluted orange juice.

"Good morning, my little star," he said, his voice a soothing rumble. "How are we feeling today?"

Valerie groaned and burrowed deeper under the covers. "Scratchy," she mumbled, her voice muffled.

Nicholas sighed, a tiny line creasing his forehead. He understood the misery intimately. He'd had chickenpox as a child, a memory that still resonated with phantom itches. He placed the tray on the bedside table and gently peeled back the covers.

"Let's have a look, then," he said, his brown eyes filled with concern. He examined her arms, legs, and even peeked under her chin. "There, there. We're covered in spots, aren't we? But don't worry, Daddy's here, and we'll make you all better."

Valerie hated when he called himself "Daddy." It felt babyish. She knew other kids her age whose dads were just "Dad" or "Father." She’d even tried to introduce the idea to Nicholas, but he'd just smiled that warm, doting smile and said, "But you'll always be my little girl, won't you?"

He began applying calamine lotion with a cotton ball, humming a soft tune as he worked. His touch was gentle, almost feather-light, but Valerie still squirmed.

"Daddy, stop," she whined, her voice rising slightly. "It tickles!"

"Almost done, sweetie," Nicholas replied, oblivious to her subtle protest. "Just a few more spots, and then we can read your favorite book." He finished, capped the lotion bottle, and perched on the edge of the bed.

"Breakfast first," he said, picking up a star-shaped piece of toast. "Open wide, little bird."

Valerie rolled her eyes internally. She knew her dad meant well, but the constant babying was starting to grate on her nerves. She was seven, not three! She could feed herself. She could probably even apply the calamine lotion herself, though she wouldn’t admit that aloud.

"I can eat by myself, Daddy," she said, a hint of exasperation in her voice.

Nicholas paused, his brow furrowing slightly. He seemed genuinely surprised. "But I like feeding you, sweetheart. It's my special time with you."

This was the problem. Everything was "special time" with Valerie. He read her bedtime stories with elaborate voices, built her extravagant Lego castles that usually ended up collapsing under his enthusiasm, and insisted on walking her to school, even though it was only two blocks away and perfectly safe. He was a wonderful father, undoubtedly, but sometimes, Valerie just wanted a little space, a little independence.

Yn, Valerie's mother, entered the room, her presence instantly filling the space with a quiet, calming energy. With her long, dark hair pulled back in a neat braid and her kind eyes mirroring Nicholas's warmth, she was the perfect complement to his exuberant personality.

"Morning, you two," Yn said, smiling at both of them. "How are you doing, my love?" she asked, gently stroking Valerie's hair.

"Scratchy," Valerie repeated, this time with a little more emphasis.

Yn nodded sympathetically. "I brought a cool compress. Maybe that will help." She placed the compress on Valerie's forehead. "And Nicholas, maybe you could let her eat her breakfast by herself? She's a big girl now, you know."

Nicholas looked at Yn, then at Valerie, a flicker of understanding dawning in his eyes. He seemed to deflate slightly, as though someone had let the air out of a brightly colored balloon.

"Of course," he said quietly, placing the tray on Valerie's lap. "Eat up, sweetheart. Let me know if you need anything." He stood up and walked towards the door, his usual cheerful demeanor muted.

Valerie felt a pang of guilt. She didn't want to hurt her father's feelings, but she also needed him to see her as more than just a baby bird to be fed.

Yn sat beside Valerie on the bed, her presence comforting without being suffocating. She picked up the book Nicholas had mentioned earlier, a collection of fairy tales with vibrant illustrations.

"Want me to read to you?" she asked.

Valerie nodded, relief washing over her. She ate her breakfast slowly, listening to her mother's soothing voice as she narrated the story of a brave princess who outsmarted a dragon.

Later that day, as Valerie lay on the couch watching cartoons, Nicholas approached her tentatively. He held a board game in his hands, one they hadn't played in a while.

"Want to play Trouble?" he asked, his voice a little softer than usual.

Valerie looked at him, considering. Usually, she would have jumped at the chance, but today, she hesitated. "Can we just play…normally?" she asked, not sure how to articulate her feelings. "No funny voices or…or special rules?"

Nicholas nodded slowly. "Okay," he said. "We can just play normally."

They spent the next hour engrossed in the game, the only sounds the clatter of dice and the occasional groan of frustration. Nicholas didn't try to cheat to let her win, and he didn't make silly jokes. He just played the game, as a father playing with his daughter.

As the afternoon wore on, Valerie noticed something. Her father wasn't hovering as much. He brought her juice and snacks, but he didn't try to feed her. He checked on her frequently, but he didn't smother her with attention. He seemed to be…respecting her space.

That evening, as Yn tucked Valerie into bed, she noticed a single, perfect origami crane resting on her pillow. It was made from a vibrant piece of patterned paper, and its wings were delicately folded.

"Your father made this for you," Yn said, smiling. "He said it's a symbol of healing and good fortune."

Valerie picked up the crane, turning it over in her hands. It was beautiful, a testament to her father's love and creativity. And for the first time that day, she didn't feel embarrassed or overwhelmed. She felt loved, truly and deeply loved, in a way that acknowledged her growing independence and respected her need for space.

The chickenpox still itched, and she was still miserable, but as she drifted off to sleep, Valerie knew that even though her father might sometimes be a little overbearing, his love was a constant, unwavering presence in her life. And maybe, just maybe, she could appreciate his doting, not as an attempt to baby her, but as a genuine expression of his boundless affection.