#teaching a child to play with toys instead of just lining them up as a horribly ableist thing

[you-have-been-frizzled]

so i was just reminded exactly why i left the actually autistic tumblr a few years back

anything they didn’t like was labeled ableist/infantilizing, to an extreme extent.

all speech tharapy was ableist and tried to push austic people into boxes, social rules where bad, nerotypicals and alistcis did everything to make our lives harder, austim moms where their sworn enemies.

it was ridiculous 

[dairy-farmer]

First time doing an ask like this but here it goes.

I was thinking about that one a while back where Bruce was horrified after finding out that Dick and Jason were working together to groom Tim. So hear me out, that but instead of being horrified Bruce has a “fuck that’s hot” reaction.

He’s also admittedly a little embarrassed for his older boys because really?? All those detective skills and you didn’t realize that Tim’s been ready to bend over a desk for the bats since he was 10?

I mean, Bruce has never acted on Tim’s affections before, mostly because he didn’t want to upset any of his other boys. But if his other sons are going to be even worse perverts than he is then hey, why hold back?

Of course, Dick and Jason should probably still be punished for this. Fucking their little brother would have been one thing but an elaborate plan to groom a child is another thing altogether. But he doesn’t know how he should go about doing it, so he asks Tim.

Tim is furious when he finds out. You mean to tell him that he’s spent years thinking there was something wrong with him for getting wet and horny around his older brothers and this whole time they’ve been doing it on purpose? How many nights has he spent wallowing in shame and desperation because those two wanted to toy with him? It’s time for revenge.

Dick and Jason end up called into the Batcave for a meeting with Bruce and Tim. The later treat this seriously, like Bruce is about to get them arrested kind of seriously. It’s just an hour worth of dread and nausea until Tim pipes up with their actual punishment.

They’re not getting arrested, in fact Tim is totally down to fuck. No, they’re getting punished for the years of teasing they put him through. They started this when he was 13 and he’s 16 now, do you even understand what that did to him? So now, instead of being allowed their little brother’s pussy like they wanted they have to wait until Tim is 18. It’s their turn to be blue balled.

Dick and Jason nearly lose it at the idea of having to wait two years but the worst part of the punishment is yet to come because Tim has taken this incident as blanket permission to be the whore he’s always wanted to be.

It’s one thing to have to wait, it’s another to come home and find Bruce discussing which toys he’s going to train Tim’s virgin pussy with. To try and get some energy out by sparring with each other in the cave only to come in and find Tim fucked out and drooling as he cockwarms for Bruce at the batcomputer. Daddy won the virginity race.

It doesn’t just stop at Bruce either. Tim starts being pretty open with his body and sexuality, both at home and in places like Titans Tower. He stops wearing clothes when he doesn’t feel like it and doesn’t hide when he’s horny. He share’s his exploits with other heroes too (Jason nearly breaks when he finds out Roy had his little brother first.)

Within the family though it’s even worse. Bruce was bad enough but Dick and Jason are the ONLY ones getting frozen out. They have to listen as Steph and Cass giggle back and forth at the dinner table, each taking turns playing with a vibe they shoved up Tim right before. Damian gets a first hand sex ed experience as Bruce uses Tim like a dummy to teach him how to please a partner. Tim becomes the willing testing ground for all the bats kinks (he’ll try anything once) and the less said about the passionate warm welcome Duke got the better.

Tim is super smug about all of this the whole time, enjoying both all the sex he’s having and just how badly he’s teasing his older brothers. It’s only when the final month of the punishment hits that he starts to have some regrets because now, Dick and Jason can see the finish line in sight. Now they can be open about just how they’re going to punish their baby brother for all this. They’ve got plans to really put him back in his place once the metaphorical cock cages come off, some of the most shocking, pussy soaking dirty talk Tim’s ever heard. He feels like prey in his own home over night and this is before he hears Jason and Dick talking about turning Tim into a sex pet.

It seems extreme but well… he’s been patrolling a lot less recently anyway due to needing to recover from just how often he’s pulled away to be fucked. And his big brothers haven’t exactly been shy about their plans for him either, yet no one seems particularly willing to stick up for Tim. If anything it seems like Bruce might be on board with the idea of carving out a new permanent role for him.

Not that Tim really minds either if he’s being totally honest.

the dick and jason grooming tim au

bruce being more on board and it turning out that tim's not the sweet and innocent naive little lamb he pretends to be, that the whole time he's made passes at bruce and tried to see what he could get away with and bruce having the realization that not only were dick and jason in the same boat with their desire but that they were trying to cultivate a situation where they could potentialy fuck tim and get away with it by putting the blame on tim.

bruce seeing them and understanding them because he'd the same but drawing the lline at them trying to groom their brother- couldn't the have just been normal and tried to fuck him like reasonable people? instead they were using the tactics of the enemies they faced on the street in gotham and that, well that earns them punishment.

tim would be SO mad that he'd been suffering and feeling bad about his stupid cunt getting wet and twitchy around his brothers when they'd been doing things to make him like that all along! tim turning into a slut and giving into the slightest desire as payback for dick and jason is hysterical- he's so mad and this is the lesson he decides to teach them.

[jacenbren]

Disaster Curses headcanons:

Regardless of what he tells them, Kenjaku sees the disaster curses less as individuals and more as personal projects, of sorts. He wants to see just how far he can push them, just how strong they’ll get before he ultimately absorbs them. They’re like science experiments—fun to play with and test the limits of, fun to put in scenarios to see just how much they’re capable of, but ultimately nothing more than a mild inconvenience for him if they break.

Jogo is the oldest of the disaster curses, and he knows exactly how Kenjaku sees them. It pisses him off, but he knows he can’t say anything, because that would risk the others’ safety. He sees himself as their caretaker of sorts, and when Kenjaku came along, Jogo only agreed to work with him out of common interests.

Jogo doesn’t trust Kenjaku. He never will.

Being a cursed womb, Dagon has about the same mental capacity as a human five-year-old. Ever since Mahito brought him some, his favorite toys are Legos.

Speaking of Mahito, Kenjaku heavily favors him over the others, due to his abilities and potential, and treats him as a sort of “golden child.” Mahito is unaware of the fact that Kenjaku’s love for him is little more than an act to keep him complacent and easy to manipulate, and that he sees Mahito as little more than a means to an end.

Choso is extremely jealous and resentful of Mahito because of how Kenjaku dotes on him, even before he finds out that Kenjaku is his father. Choso doesn’t understand why he and his brothers weren’t treated with the same love and affection (no matter how insincere), and were instead locked away as cursed wombs and left to rot.

Hanami has a MASSIVE crush on Jogo. Unfortunately, he sees her more like an apprentice, or a ward, of sorts, so she refuses to confess. This doesn’t stop Mahito from teasing her mercilessly about it.

If Jogo could go anywhere and do anything, without fear of being discovered and exorcised, he’d take his family the disaster curses on a vacation to Hawaii. Hanami would love the greenery, Dagon would love the ocean being so close by, and Mahito loves doing anything new, really. Jogo himself would go visit the active calderas. Then he’d take a nice long nap, because wrangling the other three is a full-time job.

The reason Mahito is so compelled to kill and torment is because of the strange line between worlds he’s forced to walk—he’s too human-like to fit in with curses, but too monstrous to fit in with humans. Kenjaku and the disaster curses are the only family he’s ever known, and he wants to please the closest thing he has to a father, so he has to be as vicious as a curse, obviously. He needs to kill the human part of himself again and again, because if he thinks for too long about where he came from, he gets so confused and scared that his stomach hurts.

He loves human things though, like their food and entertainment. Mahito’s favorite byproduct of humanity is their literature, and given the opportunity, he’d cuddle up in a nice cozy library with a good book for hours.

His favorite book is Frankenstein. He likes the monster more than the doctor.

Mahito might annoy the fuck out of him sometimes, but Jogo really cares about him. He’s especially bitter that Mahito sees Kenjaku—a human who ultimately doesn’t care about his wellbeing and intends to use Mahito as a pawn in his little shell game—as a parental figure, instead of Jogo himself.

Hanami is the one who looks after Dagon most of the time, while Mahito is more of an irresponsible older brother figure who teaches him swear words.

Jogo’s favorite smoking pipe is one Mahito made him out of a transfigured human. It still warbles and whines sometimes when he uses it.

The disaster curses automatically assume that because he’s half human, Choso knows everything there is to know about humans, so they go to him when Kenjaku gets annoyed by their questions. Choso’s too awkward to tell them he’s almost as clueless as they are, so he’s been bullshitting the answers for a while now.

Because of this, Hanami is fully convinced all humans can levitate like Gojo and just choose not to. She is confused and terrified.

Hanami really wishes cursed spirits showed up in photographs, because Dagon really likes it when she grows flower crowns for him to wear and play with. He looks so cute, and Hanami hates that she only has her memory to rely on.

There’s a small part of Mahito that feels guilty for killing, but he squashes it every time, because what would he be without his family?

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: 🌊 PONTUS: PERSONIFICATION OF THE SEA 🌊

Author’s note: *put head into hands* Alright, so I may or may not have went off from the usual formula (Do I even have a formula for writing these at this point?) and I think I may have made the primordial demigods here more cryptid cause they’re the literal by-product of primordial beings that are also half-mortal? I won’t be including the usual blurbs at the ending cause all of them are probably pushing the word limit Tumblr has but worry not, I made up for it by putting more storylines into the whole thing. PRIMORDIAL DEMIGODS MASTERLIST: [LINK]

You have the most mundane origin as you emerged out of the sea. Need I say more? When you hear the other children of Primordials of how they were created, yours feels very dumb in retrospect. You’re created from the embodiment of the sea and while you don’t know how you’re half-divine, you certainly look like it with some unnatural characteristics that while in one light, clearly looks like you’re a creature of the sea but if they catch you in the wrong light, they’ll see the hidden and ancient depths of the sea that no one will ever hope to conjure. Seeing as your father is the primordial sea, you have more ancient sea traits than people think. Imagine the great dinosaurs of the sea or deep ancient sea creatures. Yeah. It’s more visible when you come into contact with water, but you can bring your ancient sea form forward on will if you’re on land, but it's just not as instinctive. 

You lived by the sea, raised by it, and those who inhabit it. Nereus and his daughters and sons, the Nereids and Nerites, among many others make regular visitors, teaching you things. In fact, you were even visited by Poseidon who felt your existence and although you were a child of a primordial, you were still young compared to Poseidon; so you could only look up at him. Instead of being squashed by him, Poseidon let you live. In fact, he instead told you to walk further down the long line of the sea until you came upon a cabin with the name of hawk. You did as he asked, curious as you adjusted your sea legs to land by walking on the sand. You walked until you reached Montauk and a cabin that Poseidon described. You stared upon it a bit longer wondering why you were here until you saw the doors open and a woman appeared worriedly, reaching you. She wrapped your seaweed covered body with a piece of fabric,and while you relished the fluffy towel upon your skin, you didn’t know what company you had come across. 

Nonetheless, that was how Sally, Paul, Estelle, and Percy gathered you around the table, teaching you how to eat modern human food while also gathering your story. Between Nereus and the knowledge of Water, you had a faint idea of who was in front of you but at the same time, you didn’t really clock on the severity of the information; you just absorbed everything like a sponge. You learned alongside Estelle and Percy personally gave you a rundown on what to do and what not to do, and no please don’t flood the toilet. 

The next thing you knew, you were in a car, enamoured and playing with Estelle and her toys while Sally was peeling the car down to Camp Halfblood where there was absolute chaos. Funny enough, this was how all of Camp Halfblood and practically all the mythical world learned upon the knowledge of the primordial children that you just regurgitate to them like a water fountain. In fact, you threw everyone more in a loop when you found the remnants of the child of Chaos that everyone ABSOLUTELY DID NOT KNOW THEY HAD PRIOR in the Hermes cabin and turns out is actually missing who just up and left. Everything went over your head as you beamed up at Sally who was putting on the best motherly behaviour and asked if you were going to be okay to be with Estelle, which you were absolutely down for, and you helped Mr. D turn his cup of water into wine…which is another thing you can do for some reason. Not realising the chaos you just unearthed behind you as you played peek-a-boo and bubbles, that you conjured up yourself with Estelle. 

A meeting was held; of what and how they were going to deal with this and the other primordial demigods… before you added in that the Gaea and Chaos demigods have each been gathering forces of the other primordial children…which led the others to realising you were the next one on the list. So cue the immediate warzone, notifying the Roman camp, and with the other primordial children were at their doorsteps, bringing the fight to them.

As you can imagine you have the ability to manipulate water. Just imagine what a child of Poseidon can do, but on a more innate level; so if a child of Poseidon is in the element of the sea, you are part of the sea. You are also able to turn your body into water, specifically sea water, your form malleable as big as you want or just long enough when a blade slices through you without damage. You can produce water more easily then a child of Poseidon, and your water is a reflection of you. So if you’re angry/hot headed, the water is going to be hot, and if you’re cool and level headed, it’s going to be well…cool.  On consequence, you also have a salty temperament, so you hold a grudge. When you develop your emotions better, you’re less salty more ways than one. 

Your key feature is that while you may look human enough, there’s something about you that invokes a sense of danger like when you stare down into a deep pool water, the depths unseen to you. You can also change your form into some sort of ancient human-oid sea creature, with scales for skin, sharp teeth like a shark, and webbed, clawed fingers. However, careful in bearing this form because if you’re on dry land it might be uncomfortable like wearing a wet, skin suit under baking sun. You also might slip into a certain mindset that might not be able to tell friend from foe. 

???? EPILOGUE ??? [TUMBLR] || [AO3]

[elvisabutler]

1K gala prompt request with number 22 fluff based on your last update where Professor Presley finally takes Belle to Hawaii? Can they have their babes with them?

soak up the sun

fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t for some implications but again pretty tame pairing: elvis presley ( professor big daddy ) x female reader ( nicknamed belle ) word count: 1071 warnings: no use of y/n. student/professor relationship ( former ). talk of babies. talk of pregnancy. talk of overworking. minor sexual implications. think that might be everything? author’s note: thank you for this anon! this was adorable and considering around this i also got an angst prompt for them that has crushed my soul it was a perfect thing for me to write. this is done for my 1k gala, based on fluff line “this vacation was a wonderful idea.” y'all know the drill, real elvis or austin elvis works fine for this despite the moodboard. also part of the professor presley universe that keeps growing by the day.

What they don't tell you about having full time jobs- or in Elvis's case, you suppose a part time job- and having more than one child is that things get hectic rather quickly. You forget to do dishes, houses tend to have toys strewn about and you can't really breathe from the second one child wakes up until the last child goes down at night. It is a constant chase and one that you and Elvis have actually handled with remarkable ease all things considered. Sitting in on classes with babies bouncing in laps, learning how to balance a baby on a hip while holding the hands of the toddlers, teaching your twins to not be idiots- Elvis's and your words- and run into traffic. You've- You've made it work better than you thought was possible. Honestly, if someone were to ask you now that your youngest was almost old enough to go to school, you kind of wouldn't mind one final baby to make it a nice even four.

You haven't mentioned this to Elvis, too busy playing with the ones you have in between grading papers and keeping in touch with friends while he's stuck running the department and getting into an argument or five about how his department is important and he'll keep his wife on tenure since the half of them have their damn kids on tenure. Still, the thought is there, hidden in the back of your mind when Elvis surprises you with a question one night in bed.

"Ya 'member when I said I'd take ya to Hawaiʻi?" His hand stills against your back, waiting for your answer as you look up at him from your comfy perch on his chest. You take a moment to nuzzle into his slightly greying chest hair and nod.

"I do. Mentioned before the twins, after the twins, and after Jesse but we've always been too busy. Why?"

"Might've gotten the school to let us roam free for a few weeks, if ya wanted t'go still." His answer's a little bashful, almost like he's prepared for you to tell him there isn't time and the twins can't miss school but instead you end up launching yourself at his lips and peppering his face with kisses all while laughing in agreement.

The flight had been a disaster as had getting to the hotel but after that, you have to admit this was the best idea in the history of ideas that Elvis had ever had. It's as if any tension that had been stored just was washed away in the sea water and the warm sun. Your twins and Jesse are busy playing in the sand near you and Elvis as you both let the sun soak into your skin, bringing life you didn't know you needed back into it. One week in and Elvis- Elvis almost looks like a different person if you're being honest, a healthy sort of tan coating his skin that has you wanting to jump on him every second of the day. Of course, those activities are confined to the later parts of the day but from the looks you give him, he knows they're there.

"Belle." He warns as you scoot your chair closer to him. "You keep lookin' at me like that 'n 'm gonna hafta get Jerry over here to watch the kids."

"And that's a problem, because?" You giggle as you reach for his hand adjusting a towel over your lap as if you're going to do something that requires hiding your lap. He glares before you drop his hand. "I can't help it, you look-"

"Like a new man?" He chuckles. "Darlin' ya know- still the same ol' man ya married. Just got a lil more color on me."

"I know, but it's- It suits you, Elvis." You bite your lower lip and sigh, looking out at your kids. "This vacation was a genius idea. I didn't- Figured we didn't need one because we're such workaholics but-"

Elvis cuts you off with a kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips and allowing you both to enjoy a kiss that's both chaste and arousing all at once. "But you and I needed some time away from Memphis. They needed to see somethin' other than Memphis and we- we got 'nough money to do it."

A hum of agreement and a bit of pleasure leaves your mouth before you kiss him again, placing your hand on your stomach. "We should make this a yearly thing- if we can, it's- it's a nice place to recharge, Elvis. A nice place to make fresh starts. "

Elvis's raises an eyebrow as his eyes drift down and follow where your hand is sitting. He knows your body almost like the back of his own hand so he knows- he knows there's nothing in there, knows you're not about to tell him he's about to be a father for the fourth time but he spies the glint in your eye as your three children move to tackle him unexpectedly, giving him sandy hugs that have you laughing and grabbing a camera you have nearby to snap a photo or five before Wendy's climbing on top you with wet little kisses to your face.

The kids start to doze off after what you think is about 15 minutes, the efforts of building sandcastles and playing in the sand and the sea dragging them into naps they desperately needed. It's an adventure getting the five of you back to the care but once the kids are inside and you're about to get into the car Elvis crowds you against the door, his hand moving to rub at your stomach, nuzzling your nose before a kiss. "You wanna try again?"

"Mmhmm." An answer that's a bit of an avoidance but one that also betrays how much you do want to try again, how you've been a little worried to bring it up given how much stress you've both been under. "One last little one? Try for another little girl?"

Your eyes are hopeful when you meet his only to see a desire you haven't seen in quite a while coloring his eyes as he answers you. "One last little one. That- I think we ought to start tryin' for the second these ones are in bed proper. Can't waste this vacation, can we? Wanna bring them along next year."

[the-last-dillpickle]

DS9 prompts under the cut from DS9agogo’s 2010 Station Log Ficathon on LJ

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- Ezri Dax, prompt: sliding across a bridge of sighs

- Kira Nerys and Mora Pol: After Odo has returned to the Great Link

- Jadzia Dax, where the sky is the limit

- Quark and or Odo: not as adversarial as it may at first appear

- Kira Nerys, Julian Bashir, in the line of fire

- Nog and Jake Sisko, friends will be friends

- Three generations of Siskos. If you can work in Benjamin's sister and her family, as well as Benjamin and Kasidy's child, so much the better :D

- The reconstruction of Bajor after the Occupation and/or the reconstruction of Cardassia after the Dominion War.

- After curing a plague on Bajor, Julian is proclaimed by most Bajorans to be 'sent by the Prophets'. Then Julian has visions much like Sisko and he starts to question his sanity. Kira and Sisko play a big part, anyone else is up to you. You can pair him with whoever or no pairing at all.

- "Where's Garak?" : Insert Garak into an episode or a scene where he doesn't appear, but should have

- Dear diary, Judy Blume style.

- Kai Winn's brush with atheism.

- Keiko's experiences adjusting to the station. Make her likeable!

- Remember the "puppy" from episode 1x17: The forsaken? Considering that the whole computer system was fried at least once, whatever happened to the puppy?

- Miles O'Brien, Keiko O'Brien, and Kira Nerys. (Slashes optional.) Experiments in marriage, partnership, and parenting: sometimes painful, sometimes joyful, always difficult.

- Kai Opaka and Vedek Winn. "One must never look into the eyes of one's own gods."

- Five things Tora Ziyal didn't live to do, and one she managed just in time.

- Sisko, Jake and a cooking lesson. I'd love to see fic that highlights that awesome father-son dynamic they have, whether it turns out comical or poignant or serious or whatever. HET - Sisko/Jadzia Dax. Things happen between them. Sisko is freaked. Dax is... not so much.

- Odo/Kira, if we'd had a moment to ourselves/We'd be unstoppable

- Odo/Kira Reuniting after Odo fulfills his obligations to the Great Link/heals the founders. Bittersweet or happily ever after, whatever feels right.

- Odo/Kira. Quark POV that gives away how genuinely fond he is of both of them, and of course how happy for them if it's after they get their shit together.

- Jake/Ziyal - Will you marry me?

- O'Brien/Station Computer - "Computer... you and I need to have a little talk." (Mod put this in het because the computer has a female voice.)

- Worf/Jadzia, lighten up and you might just learn a thing or two

- Worf/Jadzia a new skill, preferably something Dax has never encountered before but has to do with Klingons. This is in exchange for Jadzia teaching him something particularly Klingon. SLASH - Weyoun/Dukat either non-con or semi-con. I rather like the idea or Dukat or Damar getting punished by Weyoun.

- Garak/Dukat Anything absolutely smutty would be amazing. No fluff or cute stuff.

- Odo/Quark I can't help myself

- Julian Bashir/Miles O'Brien; prompt: boys and their toys (can be either gen or slash)

- Garak/Bashir. An AU where Bashir is kicked out of Starfleet because of his genetic enhancements, but he is able to find a way to stay on Bajor/on the station, and this sets Garak and Bashir's relationship on a different course than in canon.

- Garak/Bashir. An AU where Bashir is kicked out of the Federation because of his genetic enhancements, and becomes an exile too.

- Garak/Bashir. An AU where they’re all on a starship and Cardassia is a new-ish member of the Federation. Garak is one of the first Cardassians to serve in Starfleet.

- Garak/Bashir. An AU where Bashir and Garak meet when they’re younger, that has a happy ending, please!

- Garak/Bashir, ensemble cast, any other pairings. A complete fantasy/magic/medieval AU. Instead of planets, Cardassia/Earth/Bajor/etc are countries, etc.

- Garak/Bashir, ensemble cast, any other pairings. An AU in which Cardassia didn’t just take over Bajor, but the entire Federation. The characters are all part of ~the resistance~, and Garak has trouble figuring out where his loyalties are. Happy (or at least bittersweet!) ending, please- no Garak betraying them all, etc.

- Garak/Bashir. Post series. Garak and Bashir are somehow reunited, but not using the trope of Bashir going to Cardassia to help with the recovery.

- Garak/Bashir. Post series. Garak and Bashir keep in contact throughout the years, while Garak helps rebuild Cardassia and Bashir is still working in Starfleet. Of course, eventually they meet again, though!

- Garak/Bashir, ensemble cast, any other pairings. Post-series. All the main "characters" are having a "reunion", but no one actually thought that Garak would show up- including Julian Bashir, who hasn't seen Garak in years.

- Garak/Bashir, ensemble cast, any other pairings. A disaster occures in the Federation and the characters are all drawn back together.

- Garak/Bashir. Garak knew about Bashir’s genetic enhancements before everyone else… but not because he “figured it out”. For some reason Bashir told him, or when they were in trouble/danger it came out.

- Garak/Bashir. Something with Bashir actually using his genetic enhancements and saving the day/etc.

- Garak/Bashir. Bashir rescues Garak. Featuring Bashir being generally awesome.

- Garak/Bashir. Somehow Bashir unexpectedly ends up with a baby/kid, courtesy of an old girlfriend, and of course he has absolutely no clue what to do. But to the surprise of everyone, Garak is surprisingly useful and enthusiastic- children are very important to Cardassians, after all. Even more surprising is the route their relationship takes as taking care of the he kid brings them closer.

- Garak/Bashir. As a reverse of the norm, Bashir muses on Garak's beauty/attractiveness.

- Garak/Bashir. Bashir knows that Garak likes to get off the station, but rarely gets to, so he invites Garak along on his vacation, not knowing that this vacation will change everything between them.

- Sisko/Bashir, something that deals with how impossibly young Julian seems at the beginning of the series and how much he changes over time.

- Sisko/Bashir - they shared an unpleasant time during the days leading up to the Bell Riots. Maybe it brings them closer once they're finally back to their own time?

- Sisko/Bashir. Kasidy ends things with Benjamin, because she's figured out that he's in love with someone else. Ironically, Benjamin hasn't worked this out for himself yet.

- Jake/Bashir during "Fascination" (Season 3). When Lwaxana's aboard the station, inadvertently messing with people's heads, it's not Kira that Jake fixates on.

- Jake/Bashir - Jake Sisko's got his heart set on Julian. Julian doesn't quite know what to do with that.

- Jake/Bashir, Sisko finds out (on purpose or otherwise).

- Dukat/Garak. They get into a fight after Garak catches Dukat in his quarters. When fighting, they begin to have rough, passionate anal and oral sex while spewing insults at each other. Dukat walks out grinning with the taste of Garak still in his mouth.

- Dukat/Sisko. Alternate scenario in which some hot-lovin' happens in the cave they're stranded in during "Waltz." THREESOMES/MULTIPLE PAIRINGS - Something canon compliant Bashir/Ezri/Garak as an actual threesome.

- Garak/Bashir, Kira/Odo. Garak, Bashir, Odo, and Kira all have to work together to Save The Day. I will have your babies if both couples get together during the story- developing relationships ftw.

- Garak/Bashir/O’Brien. Post series. Bashir and O’Brien are in a relationship, but Bashir has kept in contact/comes back into contact with Garak, and something happens to cause him to realize that he loves Garak too.

- Garak/OFC, Garak/Bashir. To rebuild & repopulate Cardassia, Garak gets married. Bashir realizes that he's lost his chance. Bashir visits Cardassia over the years, and is like, "Uncle Julian" to the kids. But Garak and Bashir do get together in the end!

- Garak/Bashir/Mirror!Garak. Garak is on Cardassia (for any reason). Feeling horny, Bashir decides to travel to the AU to try to seduce AU!Garak. When Garak returns from Cardassia early to find Bashir gone without explanation, he knows exactly where he's gone. Garak goes to the AU in a fit of jealously but ends up joining in on the fun.

[wolverina2002]

I had incredible teachers and horrible agemates, which wasn´t the worst possible combination but could´ve been better. For context, I´m autistic and german and my parents put me in school a year later than they could have (my birthday´s in autumn).

I hated kindergarden and elementary school. I was interlectually advanced from my agemates to the point where picture boks and playing pretend bored me to tears, but not emotionally mature enough to express that. I was, however, emotionally mature enough to be completely out of touch with other children my age. My kindergardeners were no help, they were just glad to have a child they could put in a corner with a book and I´d be quiet the whole day.

(I was not properly socialized with kids my age when I entered elementary school and have been of the opinion that children are the worst ever since)

Elementary school was a lucky strike. I´d been diagnosed right before and my teacher was the absolute best. We didn´t know what I´d need, I couldn´t articulate what I needed and my parents weren´t yet sure just how big of an impact autism would have.

So they just accepted that I hated recess with a passion and let me either stay in the classroom or the library. My teachers allowed me to quietly work instead of making me the center of attention, which was heaven.

I was somewhat of a gifted kid in elementary, though. I always finished writing or reading or maths first. I only needed three lines to grasp a letter or a word where others would need a whole sheet. I was bored to tears by the simple one sentence tasks we had to do and the silly stories used to make it "interesting", so I wrote my own clumsy little tales of dragons and wolves. I read 'The Neverending Story' in third grade and decided halfway through that it wasn´t my thing, so instead I burried my nose in 'The magical treehouse' and read my way through the series at a speed that is terrifying in hindsight. I read 'The Hobbit' in forth grade and then devoured the first three 'Harry Potter' books in a year. I was ten at that time. I loved maths. My handwriting looked like spiders had run all across my page and I´m dyslexis but I wrote fluidly by second grade and could memorize complex words if I repeated them often enough.

My teachers never told me how special that was. They didn´t need to, my classmates made sure I knew. Nobody wanted to play with the weird kid that disected the cases from 'The Three ???' for fun, or that thought playing pretend with toys was silly. Funnily enough, the boys were great in elementary, where we were at the age where being able to run faster and kick the ball harder mattered more than being a girl, but even that wasn´t enough.

I entered gymnasium with the conviction hat all other children were useless bullies and that I´d be better off alone. It did not get better. I made two friends I´m still in contact with. My grades went unsteady because I felt unsafe in the classroom. I had to repeat a year and my social issues got worse, then basically went into freefall due to covid.

My teachers have been a blessing through it all, most of them at least. They supported me as good as the school system could, but university is showing me how much better I would´ve done in a different learning model. Nobody ever thought to adress my abyssmal social skills aside from telling me off for biting people as a defense mechanism, or for wearing my headphones too much in public. Nobody ever tried to teach me how to interact with people my own age, or how to function in society without masking heavily.

So I guess the moral of the story is that being a "gifted kid" can be a pain even if your teachers aren´t the problem?

(It´s better now. I´m in university and my fellow students all know what´s up and are great about it. I figured out I´m ace and put down a huge part of the "wtf is wrong with me" baggage. I´m looking into my mental health. I´m hugging the cat a lot. I just wish someone would´ve noticed sooner that my issues weren´t academic, or that the fact that I was a good student didn´t mean I was doing well in school mentally. I wish I didn´t have to research my own condition to pinpoint what was autism and what is me not being okay.)

people misunderstand what ‘gifted kid’ actually means but it’s ok it’s fine it’s cool it’s good

[adhd-hippie]

The thing I hate most absolutely fucking most about being a sped teacher is coming across kids with undiagnosed ADHD who are in sped. Don't get me wrong, I love that by being in sped these undiagnosed ADHDers are supported and receiving help but I hate that people want me to TEACH them how not to be ADHD, because that's what sped is about SPECIALLY DESIGNED INSTRUCTION. Whenever there's an ADHD kid in the mix they want me to teach him how to have executive function.

For example, this is the statement of "concern" that a teacher sent to me today for an IEP about one of her students.

"____has a very short attention span. He needs tasks broken up into small pieces. ___ has a difficult time keeping his hands and body to himself. He tends to wander and struggles to stay in class and participate alongside his peers."

What does that sound like?!?!? The fucking child is struggling to even cope in the slightest within her classroom environment and let me tell you about this classroom. It's noisy, there are 22 kindergartners in 1 class (we lost a teacher due to a stroke and her class had to be split up because we can't find a replacement teacher). There's shit on every fucking wall, posters, charts, decorations, etc. there are pencil boxes on the desks and toys within his eye-line constantly.

I was in that classroom for 2 hours a day and I couldn't stay focused on my task in that room.

Sometimes his teacher will "send him for a break" more like kick him out and he'll be in my room for an hour no problem. I have 5 students, every single one of my students exhibits violent behaviors that make it impossible to ensure safety in gen-ed even with para support. Consequently I try and make my room a sensory dream.

My students sit on the floor with cushions or on wobble stools, or on the carpet, or on low tables, and there's nothing on those tables. All the toys and fidgets in my room are kept out of sight unless in use as are all the pencils, crayons, etc. I have very few decorations on my walls, enough to make it cozy but not distracting. The florescent lights are off and it's lit by lamps. I have a noise maker and/or spa music going constantly. My calm down corner is jam packed with pillows and can be completely shielded from view by a screen.

Additionally my structure is RIGID. Even our play times are structured. I had free choice for a while but the kids can't cope. They get louder and louder and more and more dis-regulated and soon one is in the quite corner, another is under the table, one left, and the other two are hitting each other. Consequently now not a moment in my day is unstructured.

In my classroom he comes in, sits with my class and just does whatever we do. He's calm and collected, and highly interested in the lessons. Sure he's still a wiggly little fucker, and yeah sometimes his comments are completely unrelated to the topic at hand but he's fine.

HE CAN'T COPE WITH THE ENVIRONMENT of his gen-ed classroom and instead of getting to tell a teacher, well this kid can't cope because your classroom looks like a clown threw up, your schedule is confusing even to adults, and you using a mic wired into the speaker system to amplify your voice sounds ugly and is unpleasant to listen to. I get questions about if I'm addressing his Executive function issues when he's in my room...

...bitch no, I'm not, I can't TEACH a kid how to have executive function you have it or you don't YOU need to make your classroom a more welcoming place for this kid and that's not done by slapping his art to a wall.

[rek1s-headband]

hi! figured i’d drop a request for you :))! Maybe some general bf hcs for reki and langa? Just in general how they would be as a boyfriend or how they would act in a relationship?

Hi!! Thank you so much for your request, I’ve been excited to do one of these. I hope you enjoy it!

➯ random boyfriend headcannons

➯ characters: Reki Kyan and Langa Hasegawa x gn reader

➯ warnings: none! Just some fluff for these two boys:)

Reki:

-Literally the most enthusiastic person you’ve ever seen. He’d be happy to just sit in silence with you because come on, it’s YOU. There’s no one he’d rather be wasting the hours away with.

-Your biggest hype man, EVER. You post something on Instagram? Get ready for a flood of comments, all from him. You could put your phone down for two minutes after posting, and you’ll come back to 99+ notifications of just reki commenting along the lines of “woah suddenly I’m on one knee” “DAMNNNN” and many, many more.

-Never leave your phone unattended around him. He won’t snoop, but be prepared to come back to your camera roll flooded with just zoomed in pictures of his face, his mouth, his eye, ANYWHERE. Mf is spamming your whole phone with pictures of him for you to come back to.

-He has to always be touching you in some way. Whether it’s holding your hand, your waist, a casual arm around your shoulder, there has to be something. He’ll put his hand on your ass sometimes while you walk in public.

-Honestly doesn’t even think PDA is anything out of the ordinary. Like, you’re his s/o??? Yes you’re in his lap, yes you’re in the middle of the skatepark, so what? You’re his, and he’s happy he can make everyone aware of that.

-I saw a post on here that said he would peel stickers off fruit and stick them to peoples’ foreheads, and I fully stand by this. However, it doesn’t just stop at fruit stickers. Anything remotely sticky, whether it’s tags from clothes, tape from a food box, even random sequins and bits of glitter he finds around, it’s immediately being stuck to some part of your face.

-Loves casual dates. Stopping by food stalls, browsing in clothes and game stores for a few hours, and skating around with you until it’s time to go home is a dream for him. Be prepared for day-long dates, because he will clear his entire schedule just to spend the day with you.

-His family adores you. His mother is always goading him to bring you over more, complaining that she misses her "honorary son/daughter/child". His sisters love you too. Any time you come over there’s immediately three tiny bodies shooting at you, grabbing you by the waist and dragging you over to wherever they’re playing. Reki tries to drag you away, wanting to have you for himself, but you always try and stay for at least five or ten minutes. Secretly, he loves that you get along so well with his siblings, going soft at the thought of how you would act with children of your own.

-He loves playing video games with you. Sitting in his lap, the two of you could spend hours switching from game to game. One minute you could be burning down a village in Minecraft, the next complaining while Reki whoops your ass in Mario Kart. His mom brings you food for your breaks between games, and she’ll even stay for a few minutes to talk to you while Reki shifts underneath you, glowing red from embarassment.

-If you can’t skate, he would beg to teach you. If you accept, he goes all out. He’ll make you your own customised board just for practicing, making sure it’s absolutely perfert for you to learn on. But if you can skate, get ready for endless races and competitions to see who can nail a new trick the quickest.

-Adores when you come to S to support him. He loves looking into the crowd and seeing you there cheering him on before he goes into a beef. If he wins, he’ll race over to where you are in the crowd, picking you up and spinning you around, kissing you without a care in the world. However, if he loses he’s thankful you’re always there to pick him back up and make him feel better afterwards.

-Loves cleaning you up after a big fall, kissing your bruises and cuts better. He’ll carefully wrap each injury with care, telling you how brave you are, no matter how small the cut. Secretly, he loves when you baby him after he falls himself. Seeing you wipe away the blood from a new cut and place a small plaster on it with such tenderness melts his heart in a way only you could.

-Speaking of plasters, this man has one for every occasion. Princesses, pirates, aliens, cats, dogs, sparkles, stripes, you name it, he’s got it.

-The type to sneak you out at two in the morning to get a slushee with him. Honestly, he’s up so late making boards for people he just has no perception of time.

-Spams your phone with TikToks or other funny things that reminds him of you. It could be a very specific thing, or a flower or cloud. If he thinks of you when he sees it(which is fairly often), it gets sent to you.

-Talks with his hands a lot. He’s a very expressive talker, so when he’s telling you a story it feels like you’re right there in the story with him.

-Please just kiss him. His cheeks, his forehead, his hand, his shoulder, his temples, his lips. Anywhere, he’ll melt under you. Mf is touch starved to the max.

-Always knows how to make you laugh. His laugh is infectious, it could get you out of your darkest moods.

-Sleeps with his head on your chest, and one hand in your shirt little perv.

-His social media is like a SHRINE for you. His highlights, his posts, his stories, EVERYWHERE. He’s just so proud to be able to call you his that he wants the whole world to know.

-Kisses in the rain while you run home, skateboards in your hands after the weather forecast failed you once again. He’s just so happy in the moment that he can’t contain himself, so he’s pulling you into him in the pouring rain, kissing you hard while your hair gets drenched.

-You don’t need to steal his clothes, he will literally give them to you because “you just look so cute wearing them”. Occasionally, he’ll take one of your hoodies, and even if it doesn’t exactly fit him, he’ll still keep it near him while he sleeps so he can keep your scent close to him.

Langa:

-This man is so oblivious to obvious hints, but still manages to pick up on the smallest of details? It’s incredible, honestly. He could describe the exact colour of your eyes with the most insane detail, but he still won’t notice when you try and hint that you like him in the first place!

-You two have a bit more of a low-key relationship, but you’ll make your usual appearance in his Instagram posts, or on his Snapchat story with a casual caption like a simple heart, or “my love<3”

-Not very big on PDA, not because he doesn’t like it, but because he doesn’t think of it. However, when he does feel like he’s being too physically distant, he’ll link pinkies with you as you walk along, or rest his head on your shoulder while you watch a video on your phone.

-His mom adores you, which is why Langa despises bringing you to his house. You always seem to leave with seven of his baby photos from his time snowboarding in Canada, a new recipe from his mother that you complimented, another one of his hoodies, and more miscellaneous stuff that you don’t even know how it ended up in your bag. He has a little shelf in your room specifically for this random stuff, and he always adds to the collection when he comes to your house. He’ll leave a keyring, a small toy, a Polaroid, anything honestly.

-Loves dates that you can experience. The movies, aquariums, museums and the zoo are common dates for the two of you to go on, but other than that, he adores going skateboarding with you. He’s been improving, and he loves when you notice little things he’s been picking up on, whether it be a new trick or simply how he balances himself on the board.

-Adores old Disney movies. Yall will binge a ton of them in one day, having full-blown musicals in Langa’s living room. When any of the romantic songs come on, like “So this is Love” from Cinderella, Langa will stand up and offer his hand to you, as the two of you waltz around his sitting room, humming the tune of the song.

-Study dates are frequent with the two of you. If you happen to stay up late studying and fall asleep on each other, his mother will cover the two of you with a blanket, tidying some of your books and leaving with a smile, happy with the knowledge you were making her son the happiest he’s been in quite a while.

-Slow dancing in the kitchen while you cook is a regular. When a particularly sappy love song comes on while he stirs the pot, he’ll turn around and hold you close to him, twirling you around the kitchen.

-Reki constantly jokes that he is a third wheel, poking fun at the two of you, Cherry and Joe, and Shadow and “his little girlfriend back at the flower shop”. He’ll hang out of Miya, whining about them having to stick together since they’re the only two “lone wolves”. He’ll usually get a well-earned thump into the back of the head from Miya, but it’s still funny to watch the whole thing go down.

-Tends to be shy when giving you clothes, so instead of asking you to wear them he’ll leave them out in places he knows you’ll find them, or he’ll come up behind you and plop it in your lap, murmuring about how cute it would look on you.

-Please do this man’s makeup. He will sit so still for you, waiting patiently while you dab eyeshadow at his eyes, trying not to blink so you don’t mess up his mascara. He’ll sit there mesmerised for a few minutes, taking in how he looks, and simply whisper “you do this every day?”

-Evem though he’s not a very openly affectionate person, he is stuck to your hip behind closed doors. He’ll lie in your lap for hours, staring up at you while you mess with his hair, pulling it into little plaits and pigtails.

-I can’t even describe how the two of you sleep. It’s simply a mass of limbs, and no one knows exactly what belongs to who. Somehow one of yall will end up upside down, and-why is Langa on the floor??

-He could talk about his time in Canada for hours, and you’d just lie on his chest and listen to him. Every once in a while he’ll look down at you to see if you’re still listening, and his heart will melt a little every time he sees you staring back up at him, eyes wide with interest.

-This man NEVER gets jealous. You’d literally have to cling to another man for it to click in his brain that Oh. He doesn’t like that.

-He’s not big on texting, but if you call him he will stay on that call with you for hours, even after the two of you fall asleep.

-Whenever he falls(which is quite often), you’ll always have plasters on hand to help fix him up. He always flushes bright red when you kiss his cuts better, and never knows just what to do with himself afterwards.

-When he skates against tough opponents, you’ll always give him a kiss for good luck. Of course, this doesn’t stop you worrying, but you know Langa wouldn’t go out of his way to get injured. And if he does, well, at least he’ll have you there to kiss his bruises better.

[leiriswhore]

‘EREN AS A FATHER’ HEADCANON

content warning: eren eating you out, stubborn kids

pairings: eren jaeger x gn!reader (there are no pronouns mentioned)

note: this had been in my drafts for a month now... this was suppose to be jean but i should do an eren one instead y'know ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ and dad eren have been on my mind...

m.list

your man's not good at cooking, ngl. he can only cook chicken soup lol

who brings you kisses if you're tired and had a rough day and eats you too

if you got stretch marks on parts of your body, i think he would just play with the little lines with his warm fingers and he never ever mind the stretch marks, he just loved it.

if you're working at the time, he will send you videos about you and his nine month old baby. “omg, babe! look at them! they're so cute walking on their own!”

his mom teaches him how to do household works so you can go out with the girls.

whenever you wash the dishes he always comes and hug you on the back, “my love, i'll do it. take a break.”

one time if you really had a bad day and he doesn't clean the house at all y'know the man. so you got home in a messy mf house. “eren! what the hell is this!” as you step through the messy toys of your child. he then got out of the room with make-up on his face and your (daughter/son) clinging on him with his face full with foundations! oh lord.

sometimes youre too scared to let eren handle the little human, he always puts the little human on his shoulders 😭

bruh, if he'll get mad at his children, he's literally so scary. the children will get on you and cry. (yeahh... kinda like grisha)

is a fun dad! he's playing mario kart/minecraft with his kids

sexy times are like quickies too, baby's always crying like he was on his early age 🙄

reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated.

[mayxthexforce]

sithisms:

This was a celebration. His life ran off of certain things. From what was teachings of peace and beauty now turned to the primal harsh need to dominate eachother in bed. He'd have his time to show him a good brutal time. A sharp hiss formed between his lips as he was promptly toyed with. His arms roughly playing with Ulic's chest. Pinching niles between roughly worn fingers. That of a man being the galaxies finest dullest. A dullest that by all means would specialize in playing with his apprentice every which way. Slinking his fingers to growl within the harsh kiss that seemed to linger longer and longer. His younger in a fierce battle with Ulic's as the sweet taste of fruits mixed with a metallic taste of blood mingled with eachother. His silver eyes pinned on him. Younge lacing the sweet salty taste of his skin under his skin. "You've played your part." He hissed seemingly breathless as he licked blood free from a hickey he placed on his shoulder. Everyone would only ever dream a night in his bed..Ulic would be the one to indulge in that kind of thing with him. Unless you were a certain bitch.. the thought of her made him grip onto him tight. More than likely to bruise his body. "You're mine. And mine only..do you understand me?" He hissed into his ear to make himself clear and yet also continuing to play with him at the same time." No wretched bitch will take you from me.." he was sure of it. Would do so as he pushed him onto the bed beside them. The fine fresh lining made by the Mandalorian servant girls made it feel better to bare skin. Soft. But as he loomed over him he removed his pants. His undergarments still remaining tight to him. "Prove you're strength to me..unless your weak?"

He had had feelings for Nomi. There was no denying it, and Ulic wasn't one to lie– even now as a Sith, it just wasn't in him to lie. Nomi was different, she had certainly been EXCITING. A widow who —like him— joined the Jedi as an adult with a life outside of the ways of the force, instead of as a child with no knowledge of the galaxy. Someone who had been a civilian for longer than she had been a Jedi. It'd been nice to have that in common with someone other than his brother. Something to bond over. Something that had drawn them close.

But it was NOTHING like what he had with Exar Kun.

And yet, he often used her to push Kun's buttons. Even now, when they'd begun with this whole new stage of their —already quite complicated— relationship, from sharing the battlefield to sharing a bed and their carnal desires, he had mentioned her. Compared them. Just to rile Kun up. The sting on his shoulder and the blood he could taste on the taller Sith's lips told Ulic that he had been quite successful.

Then, there it was. The challenge. The implications of weakness that made his blood BOIL.

Just as Ulic knew how to push Kun's buttons, Kun knee how to push his. And just like Ulic, Kun wasn't afraid to cross the line, to take the teasing and banter a little too far, to make it so what drove Ulic's actions was more a drive to shut the other up, to punish him for his insolence, than to reach any sort of climax.

And Ulic didn't need to be told twice to do exactly that.

He used the force to pull Kun closer, yanking him into the bed, moving swiftly once Kun was close enough so that he could kneel between his legs, hand around the taller Sith's pale throat. The feeling of Kun's pulse drumming against his hand made Ulic's cock —which was currently pressed against Kun's thigh— twitch.

"Don't you ever quiet?" Ulic growled. Then, he started pulling at Kun's pants with his free hand, while the other one tightened its grip around Kun's neck. "I'll give you a reason to make noise, since you love the sound of your own voice so much."

[ladyofpandemonium]

Attack on Titan Men as Fathers Headcanons

Attack on Titan | Shingeki no Kyoujin Reiner Braun, Jean Kirstein & Erwin Smith

Reiner Braun—The Fun Dad

Spoils

We’ve already seen Reiner with the warrior candidates in the anime/manga, and it’s shown that he practically empties his wallet to buy the kids food and treats throughout the festival in Liberio. 

Likewise, I think Reiner is the type of father who does spoil his kids more often than not. You know that ‘Can we get McDonald’s? We have food at home!’ meme? Yes, Reiner is the one who’ll agree to get McDonald’s even though there’s plenty of food at home.

Oh, and, no, he won’t spoil them to an extent that they turn out bratty. It’s a very fine line and Reiner knows how to not cross it.

Touchy

Shoulder rides, lots of them. Expect Reiner to have his kid(s) on his shoulders while he’s moving about—particularly at festivals/carnivals and the like. His child is tired? Shoulder ride. Cranky? Can’t see? Wants to touch something taller? Shoulder rides.

As a baby, Reiner Jr. had no idea what cots were. Why? Because Reiner had his child sleep on his chest so often that they probably only woke up in a cot and thought of it as a bed and nothing more. Rocking did not exist because Reiner’s breathing served as rocking. And when they’ve grown up, Reiner is always open to them laying their heads on his shoulder whether that be as part of a hug or for comfort—he does it a lot. In fact, Reiner probably does it whenever he hugs them at all.

Hair ruffles. This remains throughout the child’s life; from the moment they were born to the possible moment of them sitting by Reiner in his last days. Reiner will always, always pat his children's heads/ruffle their hair. And, no, this isn’t like the pet Levi gives. It’s different, somehow.

Clowning

Reiner Braun is so silly with his child(ren). He’ll make faces at them, purposely act stupid over things he clearly knows, make dad jokes, laugh at their jokes even if they aren’t funny (sometimes he just over-does it, really).

I agree with @jean-does-not-have-a-horseface​ when she tells me Reiner is the type of father who’ll let his kids climb trees just to have them jump into his arms and then tell them not to tell their mother/father.

Gamer 

It’s Reiner’s hobby to play with his children whether it be the baby toys or video games (in modern AU) or sports. 

In terms of sports, I think Reiner is very good at them but he will still let his children win just to see their joyous faces—particularly in canon verse because Reiner knows just how bad it is to never win. We’ve seen his countless defeats in his time as a warrior candidate, and even afterwards. On that note, Reiner will also really teach his kids as much as he possibly can. He’d be afraid of them experiencing the negatives themselves because of the impact on his own childhood.

Comparisons

Comparisons are a big no-no for Reiner. You’ll never hear him comparing his children with one another or anyone else. In fact, I don’t think he’d have a favourite child either. 

If his children compare each other amongst themselves or with someone else, I feel like Reiner would tell them that maybe one of them is better at something than the other, but that doesn’t mean they (as people) are better, if that makes sense. You know, it’s just that everyone is unique in their own way—that sort of thing.

Rebels

Eren is the prime example of a ‘rebel’, maybe Annie, too. Though, Annie’s rebelliousness against Reiner isn’t unreasonable and far from the teenage kind. Eren is more like that.

Based on how Reiner saw potential in Eren’s rebelliousness, I do think Reiner can handle a rebellious teen or two and turn that into something useful like he did with Eren. He’d see it as a means to shape them into better people instead of something bad.

Reiner, to me, seems like the fun, easy-going father but he knows where to draw the line. We’ve seen his interaction with Gabi and how he handles her even though the two have very conflicting points of view since Reiner came back from Paradis, knowing what they’d been taught for decades is a lie. I based a lot of these headcanons on their interactions, actually!

Jean Kirstein—The Fairly-normal Dad

Horsey

I know, I know, he’s not actually horse-faced but that nickname from back in his cadet days (or highschool in modern verse) stuck with him. Maybe you’ve guessed this, but he will play horse with his kids. You know, the part where the toddlers pretend their father is their steed; yes that’s reinforcing his nickname. He’ll grumble a bit, but he won’t deprive them of the experience.

A hobby of making silly faces at the children when they were babies—imagining this had me on the floor.

Family man [MANGA SPOILER]

We’ve seen it in the manga, the little fantasy Jean envisions in chapter 127; he’s clearly a family man. I can see him as the type to watch over his children often and let them experience things (slightly opposed to Reiner) but be there to guide them if need be. 

I can see Jean talking a lot about his children, especially with his partner. Like, random things; their antics as toddlers, recalling their childhood, talking about their future—he loves that stuff. 

His children rarely have complaints about not having enough time with their father. Jean makes sure to spare time for his family, always.

Rebels

I do think Jean would have a hard time dealing with a rebellious child, should he have one. He wouldn’t want to be strict or imposing but what else is he to do when they’re throwing themselves under the wagon? 

Jean would try to reason with them first and foremost, but children (especially teens) hate lectures, so perhaps that won’t turn out so well. 

Stresses over this because he’s very worried about his children doing something he can’t help them out of, discusses the issues with his s/o and asks for advice, too. He’s willing to try and work with this the best he really can, and he now realizes how his parents must’ve felt with him.

Erwin Smith—Wise Old Man

Risks

Erwin’s taken so many of them throughout his life from spilling his father’s theories to expeditions beyond the walls. As such, I think Erwin would be the type to encourage his children to take risks, too, but calculated risks. He’d make a great mentor sort of figure there, guiding his children but still letting them take risks.

He’s always there for them to fall back on and I think Erwin would build that sort of relationship with them where he isn’t setting hard boundaries at all but focusing on trust so they can come to him without fear should they need to.

Philosophy & Knowledge

Tell me Erwin Smith does not love philosophy, especially in modern verse. His children grew up to be critical thinkers because of this, I swear.

Probably watches philosophical shows with them, recommends them cool books and such. 

I can picture Erwin sitting down with his children and then asking them for their opinions/interpretations over random things. Lots of interesting dialogue here.

I can see Erwin being very passionate about his children gaining knowledge and skills. He encourages them to do so in every aspect but he has to be careful not to push them too hard, too.

You can bet your valuables on the fact that Erwin Smith will find a way to explain concepts his children find hard; whether that be stuff from school or just general things. He can and will present in 100 different ways so long as his child understands what they want to. Best tutor/teacher by far.

Rebels

Now, we all know there’s some point in every child’s life where they rebel against everything; usually their teens. Erwin? He’s been prepared for this forever.

Levi (canon-verse), the prime example of a rebel. Maybe even a bit extreme. I will forever be amazed by how well Erwin managed that; it’s a real feat.

Based on that, I think Erwin can handle a rebellious child very well. He wouldn’t be strict or imposing (unless it’s a very, very dire situation) though he knows where and how to draw the lines.

Remember that trusting relationship I mentioned? Yes, it’ll come in handy here. Come to Erwin for parenting advice, yes.

Confusion

Mr. Smith here cannot deal with infants well. Erwin is the type to warm the milk too much; gets confused about how baby routines work. He’s probably read a lot about it when his s/o was pregnant (or adotpion since I am trying to keep this gender neutral) but he struggles with actually applying it.

His s/o either finds it funny or sometimes gets irritated with it, but it’s not too bad. 

Erwin holding a baby for the first time is a whole sight. He’s learning here, I swear, and it’s adorable but a teensy bit scary to watch, too. 

[cobrakatharsis]

kinktober 2022

day fourteen: size difference | fear play

terry silver/johnny lawrence

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terry’s never had this much fun in his life.

he admits, years ago, when johnny had first been going on about the boy - the other johnny, the wretched lawrence child - terry hadn’t seen the appeal. lawrence had potential, sure, but he was nothing worthy of john’s rapt attention, certainly nothing worthy of his affections - but terry had been busy and ultimately had to choice but to let john to his own devices with his teachings and the boys who received them, and he has spent nearly every year since regretting that fact.

now, though, he thinks he finally understands. perhaps some perfect things just take some forty years to come to fruition.

and what a perfect thing lawrence is.

he’s on his knees before terry, held tight and utterly immobile by several hands on him despite his hands being bound tightly behind his back regardless, and he’s smiling. grinning at terry like his bloodied teeth aren’t clenched tight enough to creak, like he isn’t a beautiful art piece of blood and bruises. like his hands aren’t shaking.

terry smiles right back at him, and lawrence’s bravado falters.

something hot curls in terry’s gut.

it doesn’t take a single word to get the hands off lawrence, just a wave of terry’s hand, and his goons move in beautiful, blind obedience. they leave just as quickly once they’re ordered to in the same fashion, disappearing right out the door, and though part of him mourns the loss of an audience, terry is satisfied. lawrence is his. his, his, his. and terry is going to tear him apart, like a hound with a chew toy for a lap dog.

“are you scared?” is the first question he poses, after a long minute or so of just allowing johnny to stew in the fresh silence. johnny tilts his head, sniffs roughly to try and stem the blood dripping from his nose. it doesn’t work.

“of a guy in a ponytail?” he asks, and though his voice falters noticeably as terry begins approaching, he commendably continues, “no fucking way.”

terry smiles again then as he stoops calmly to one knee, folding all of himself down to arc, still effortlessly towering, over the boy. johnny stares up at him like stuck prey, pretty blue eyes beneath blond lashes, the whites of his eyes an ocean beneath as he strains to look at terry so far above him, even like this, but he doesn’t flinch back. not even as terry cups johnny’s jaw in his hand - his hand which could envelop johnny’s face, which dwarfs him so effortlessly - and wipes tenderly at his bleeding nose with his thumb.

“brave boy,” terry tells him. it’s half sincere - bigger men than johnny have cried and begged at this point, some at points before - but as he continues to stare into those eyes, bloodied thumb hovering at johnny’s cheek, silver’s own eyes flicker with recognition at something he finds there. another kind of understanding.

“or maybe,” he says slowly, “you’re something else.”

despite his desire to press his thumb down and smear the fresh blood across johnny’s cheek - fill up a spot not yet touched by his various bleeding wounds, press in hard enough to bruise beneath the blood - terry instead moves it to hover over the boy’s pink lips.

johnny twitches but doesn’t move again, freezes like he’s stopping himself, like muscle memory had kicked in for a second. terry can practically feel the boy’s heart racing in his chest, practically feel the sweat trailing down the back of johnny’s neck, feel the anxiety churning in his gut.

silver feels himself grin.

“go on,” he coaxes, tracing his index finger faux-comfortingly over the line of johnny’s jaw. “be a good boy.”

and, oh, that does the trick. johnny’s lips part, eyes darting away from terry’s, and terry can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of him as he presses his thumb in, feels a soft, warm, wet tongue lick the blood from his skin eagerly, feels the way johnny trembles from the inside.

“good,” he says, and johnny whines.

he chases terry’s thumb when it’s pulled from his mouth, leans forward so far he almost loses his balance with how he’s bound, and terry laughs again as he holds johnny by the shoulders and rights him.

“don’t worry,” he tells him, tone cooing. “pretty boy. how about we occupy that perfect mouth with something else?”

he rises, gazing down at johnny shrinking a mile beneath him as he does, and smiles with faux-kindness enough to make his eyes squint. he watches johnny’s face as he undoes his trousers with calm efficiency, and everything that he finds there thrills him to his core. excitement and dread and resignation and eagerness to please. fear, at the core of it all, but johnny leans closer as terry pulls his length out, and lust enters those pretty blue eyes as they’re affixed on his cock, before they dart back up to meet terry’s again.

johnny parts his lips.

[3laxx]

Maternal Feelings

There she was.

Her tiny granddaughter.

She had a bit lighter skin than Luz and just about Amity’s hair color. And she was so damn tiny.

Eda found herself getting scared, suddenly. This was a really small kid. This was like, a stupidly small child. She would not hold that baby for any number of snails.

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Eda meets her newborn grandddaughter for the first time.

I don't know man I'm just chucking out words rn like I'm running from something.

But I had this thought of Eda meeting a very small child and my stupid brain was like "We can do that instead of sleeping" xD

So yeah, have this incredibly fluffy oneshot about Eda coming to terms with her Momma feelings and adjusting to being a grandma.

I just really wanted Eda to get emotional over a baby

Don't even ask Idk

Have fun reading! <3

Ao3 / FF.net

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Eda had never been the most maternal.

Not in her youth, not when she had found King, and not when she had sort of adopted and sheltered Luz until she had graduated and been able to stand on her own two feet.

Not when King had taken her name and not when Amity had asked her for Luz’s hand, which had in truth just been a mockery of her parents’ traditions and had given Eda nothing more than an excuse to drink some apple blood with her future daughter-in-law.

Of course, she had seen Luz as a daughter at some point, had called herself her mother, had cared for her.

She had made their meals, had helped Luz with the homework – even if that had disgusted her – she had taught Luz and King everything she knew, she had tucked King in, cared for Luz when she had gotten sick or sad. She had of course done everything in her power to make sure her kids were content and happy.

That didn’t mean she had felt as though she was a mother. She had liked pretending to be the sort of crazy aunt, in charge of all the bad decisions.

But she had never seen herself as maternal.

Well, she supposed that came from not really setting any rules. When she had been younger, she had always been under the impression that mothers had to set rules, educate their children, and raise them. She had never really raised King or Luz.

She had just sort of made them laugh, given them food, and then they hadn’t left anymore. Like the free-loaders they were. Kind of like pests, actually.

It had always made them laugh if she had called them that. It had made her laugh.

Because she loved them, of course. She didn’t know love alone could turn her, the irresponsible, free-spirited wild witch a mother.

She supposed she had been a mother for King and Luz. Without setting rules, without all the raising stuff. She supposed her kids had turned her the littlest bit maternal.

Was it normal for friends to stay up at night and change the cold applications on Luz’s forehead in the hopes of bringing her fever down? Was it called caring and loving when she went out of her way to get King’s favorite toy, to get Luz the food she could actually digest, to make sure King was free of fleas and bathed and tucked in at night?

Did it make her a mother if she risked her own life to ensure they could lead a happy life?

Eda never knew the line between loving, as friends, and maternal.

Raine had started calling her out on her maternal feelings once she got the littlest bit protective of Luz.

Well, it wasn’t her fault that everything made her jump after Belos had almost – had, in fact – killed Luz on the day of unity. It wasn’t her fault that she woke up at night in a cold sweat, rushing to check on her daughter in the room next to hers sleeping peacefully, only to return to a sleepy Raine dazedly grinning at her with a smug, shit-eating expression of “Told you so”.

Every time, they would roll over their mattress in her nest and wrap an arm around her waist and tell her she was such a sweet mother.

Well, she was. She was the Momma of the Owl House.

But maternal?

Eda supposed she was.

After all, even if friends would do the same as her, a mother would make sure everything stayed safe and protected in her house. Making sure there was food on the table that Luz could eat. Making sure King was feeling loved, despite having discovered his past.

Making sure Luz had all her school materials, spending money on icky, stupid books. Giving her an allowance. Keeping her and King safe.

Well, Eda had never really tried finding a definition for maternal. All the love she had gained for King and Luz had just been that to her – love. And it had been enough.

She had loved calling herself Momma and had loved treating Luz like her daughter and King like her son, and she had loved calling them her kids. She just supposed the word itself – maternal – didn’t exactly describe what she was. She, herself, as Eda the Owl Lady, the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles, an agent of chaos and the most daring criminal history had ever seen.

She had just assumed a mother wouldn’t call herself these titles.

Seemed like her view of a mother had been wrong.

Any person could be a mother, a parent, a father, or anything remotely close to this. And she supposed, caring for Luz and King, taking them in, giving them food, kind of did make her a maternal person, while never losing her pride as a criminal and generally irresponsible person.

A mother.

Well, whatever a mother was, or whatever maternal feelings were, or whatever she defined herself at and whatever she did for Luz and King.

Here she found herself, fidgeting next to her spouse, her excited teenage son in tow who was already towering over her height, in front of the healer’s coven building.

Whatever a mother was, she would probably feel that way. Well, Camila – Luz’s other mother – next to her other side was buzzing in excitement just as much as she was. The two women exchanged a glance before Camila gave her a small smile and she felt Raine taking her hand.

King gave a groan when he finally placed his claws on Eda’s and Camila’s shoulders and pushed them up the three steps into the main entrance, rolling his eyes.

After Belos had been taken down – after he had actually very much killed Luz, Eda had just brought her back to life – Luz and her friends had taken on graduation while the Boiling Isles had experienced a change in the government. Covens were no longer used to steal or limit magic. Instead, they had been used as a way to form a working parliament, with an elected group of government heads. After the gang had graduated, Luz had worked towards getting a way back home while helping establish a stable government form from the makeshift temporary one they had managed to create after Belos’ defeat. Luz had actually helped them quite a bit by telling of experiences made in the human realm, where politics were apparently a lot more twisted than here on the Isles.

Eda and Lilith had been elected as part of the group forming the government, even if Eda had dropped out after one or two periods, while her sister had taken charge like it had been the most natural thing for her.

Discovering that politics hadn’t really been up to her alley – she was way more interested in rebellions than anything else – she had begun building a legal business since she didn’t have to fear being captured anymore. It had gone pretty well.

Raine had started working in the government as well as Amity, while Luz had started working to mastering all forms of glyphs she could find, admitting her studies to the academics, and shortly after, had been offered to become a teacher at Hexside by Bump to teach magicless witches and demons glyph magic.

After traveling the Isles and working on her studies, Luz had accepted and finally settled down with Amity. It really hadn’t been a surprise to Eda when Amity had come to her and Raine with a ring and asked them to marry Eda’s daughter.

After already asking Camila that is.

Eda faintly felt King pushing her into the cool building that smelled like disinfectant – a nifty cleaning drug from the human realm that Luz had introduced them to – before hearing herself asking the receptionist where the room of the Noceda-Blights was.

A kind of bored-looking demon sighed and looked the room number up in the list, before pointing them in the direction. Again, Eda’s feet felt like they had been planted into the tiles below her.

Only after Raine gave her a light push, she moved again.

So, the world now had some sort of order. Nobody was forced into covens anymore, and the coven seals had been removed, setting the magic free again.

Raine and she had married shortly after her daughter had accepted Amity’s proposal, and now, ten years after Luz had first set foot on the Boiling Isles chasing after her book, Eda found herself feeling more maternal than ever. Whatever that meant.

Her hands were fidgety, and not even Raine’s steadying grip could calm her. Camila tried not to look around too much, even after so many years of knowing the Boiling Isles and having visited her daughter regularly, she still wasn’t used to all of it.

Stopping in front of their room, Eda tried breathing through. King sighed again, but Raine shot him a glare and he shut up. At least her spouse understood that this was a big step for her. Looking to her side, Camila tried another smile and Eda nodded at her.

“If you want to, you and King can go ahead. I’ll-… I still need a minute.”

More than willing, Camila accepted. She knocked, and upon hearing Luz’s call, she stepped in. Eda shuffled to the side to let King through, so he could duck through the doorframe and maneuver his broad shoulders in without hitting anything. The door closed and Eda breathed through once more, feeling Raine’s grip tightening.

“How do you feel?”

Shooting them a grin, Eda turned, shrugging and trying to play it cool, “Old, honestly.”

Laughing, Raine pulled her aside to the row of chairs and made her sit down.

“No, I mean, how do you feel about Luz and Amity?”, they tried again and Eda sighed, staring at the blank wooden door with the small eighteen next to it.

“… Proud. I’m proud of them for making this commitment.”, looking back to Raine, she added, “And kind of scared. I haven’t really been the most-… Well, involved.”

Unimpressed, Raine lifted an eyebrow.

“… You’re kidding, right?”

Groaning, Eda shrugged again and leaned back, before closing her eyes, resting her head against the wall.

“I-… I never made the commitment they made. King has his father and Luz has her mother. I was more a friend to them than a mom. Sure, I liked seeing myself that way, and they liked seeing themselves as my kids, but-… It was fun having them. King had always been mostly independent and Luz was already a teenager when I met her. I’ve never-… Well, been around-…”

Raine softly placed their hand on Eda’s hands that she had folded in her lap and when she opened her eyes again, the gaze of her spouse was humored.

“Come on, Eda. How hard can it be to be a not-grandmother?”, at the joke, Eda groaned, “It’s not much different to being a not-mom to your kids.”

Grumbling, she got up again before straightening her back and nodding.

“You know what, you’re right. That kid is family now and whoever the hell cares what a mother or a grandmother is.”

A little confused, Raine got up after her and pumped a fist, albeit half-heartedly.

“That’s the spirit?”, they laughed and Eda huffed, before knocking and getting her own call to be let in.

The room was warm and humid. Eda let in Raine and quickly closed the door after them, not to let too much of the warmth escape, before turning back to her daughter.

Luz looked tired when she approached them.

Well, that wasn’t a surprise, given that she and Amity had arrived in the hospital two days ago before their little daughter had been born just this morning in the earliest hours. She had probably been awake all this time to be there for Amity.

Giving Eda a big hug, she nuzzled her face into the crook of her mother’s neck, before deeply breathing out. Eda could tell that Luz had just overcome a big step for herself.

“… I’m glad you’re here…”, she breathed and Eda wrapped her arms around the now-grown woman, tilting her own head into the embrace. The younger witch snuggled close while Raine squeezed past them to join Camila and King around the crib next to Amity’s bed.

Eda tried so hard not to cry.

This was a happy occasion and she would sure as hell not shed a tear about this. Just when she pressed a little kiss to Luz’s head, a tear rolled into her dark curls as well. Well, there went this promise.

“I’m proud of you, kid.”, she whispered and Luz held her tighter, smiling against her neck, “I’m so, so proud of you. If you ever need some help, I’ll do my damn best to provide.”

Sniffling, Luz nodded, before parting from her.

The exhaustion was evident on her face. She wiped her cheek before Eda placed a hand on her shoulder and caught her gaze. They exchanged a silent smile, then she looked up and around her daughter to her future daughter-in-law on the bed, obviously exhausted as well.

Amity gave a small wave, but it was obvious to see she was under the influence of some strong sedatives. That was the logical thing to do, Eda supposed, to keep her from acting protective over her child while all her family and friends wanted to meet the newest family member.

Witches only carried six months until giving birth, before incubating their pup for another three months. Which was why this room was so damn hot.

But upon giving birth, new mothers would also become a lot more protective of their pups than humans would. Luz had been new to all of this and Eda had had to educate her on the reproduction of witches, because Amity had been too busy laughing. Well, Eda had laughed as well, but not as hard as Luz’s fiancé.

Looking back to her daughter, she finally noticed the bandage she was wearing around one hand. Smirking, she gestured to that.

“Don’t tell me your weak nerd arms gave in.”, she joked and Luz huffed, rubbing the bandage with the healing sticker.

“Amity just had to transform her hand into a damn abomination while in labor. Seriously, who even does that? She sliced my hand right in half.”, grumbling, she looked back to her fiancé and gave her a small smile before looking back to Eda, “I almost missed the birth because the healers had to patch me up first. But there won’t even be a scar because they had my hand reattached just a second after it happened.”

Still grinning, Eda punched her shoulder, then Luz leaned closer to her, lowering her voice.

“Just don’t tell Mami. She’d lose her cool.”

Shaking her head and laughing, Eda walked past her.

“I won’t, don’t worry.”, after making her way around the bed, she sat down on the edge and caught Amity’s dazed gaze, taking her hand after permission, “Hey Minty. How’re you feeling?”

“… ’M good.”, the young witch slurred, trying a small smile, before breathing through and looking to the side where she kept her pup in view, “… Tired.”

Eda nodded, cupping her hand with both of hers, before softly patting the back of her hand.

“Lily will be here this afternoon to look after you two. Your siblings are still in Latissa on Government business, they asked me to tell you because they couldn’t get a hold of you. But they’ll be back tomorrow.”

She could tell that was a lot of information for Amity to process so she made a note to tell Luz as well. Leaving the witch to try and observe the room again – probably to make sure it stayed safe for her pup – she turned to the crib now finally.

There she was.

Her tiny granddaughter.

She had a bit lighter skin than Luz and just about Amity’s hair color. And she was so damn tiny.

Eda found herself getting scared, suddenly. This was a really small kid. This was like, a stupidly small child. She would not hold that baby for any number of snails.

Camila seemed a lot more comfortable around the baby, though. She had respected Luz’s wish to leave her in her crib for the time being, so Amity could get used to so many people around her pup so suddenly, but she was already reaching in and brushing the tiny thing over her cheek.

Well, okay, that seemed easy enough. Eda could do that, someday, when the kid was like twelve or something.

King and Luz were talking about something while Raine looked just about as amazed by the small creature as Camila was.

Sensing their amazement and figuring that Raine didn’t exactly have that much experience with children, either, Camila took the hand of Eda’s spouse and guided them down into the crib, brushing their knuckles against the incredibly soft skin of the baby’s cheek.

Amity didn’t even flinch at that. Either the sedatives were really strong or she felt incredibly comfortable with the people in the room. Looking back to the young witch, Eda confirmed the latter. Through half-lidded eyes, Amity was leaning back against the pillow, her other hand that was not held by Eda draped across her belly, while she was calmly watching Camila guiding Raine’s hand against the infant’s cheek.

She wondered how much Amity had actually adopted Luz’s family as her own once her parents had been imprisoned for their crimes against the public.

Judging by her calm reaction, she didn’t mind them being around her and her loved ones in the slightest, even in the now starting incubation period. Finally, Luz leaned around King and reached into the crib to lift her little daughter up and cradling her close to her chest. The baby didn’t even wake up, which made Eda chuckle.

“She’s got your sleeping habits, kid.”

Amity’s hand in hers shook when she started laughing alongside the older witch and Luz flushed in deep red when her mother confirmed.

“Sometimes, not even me shaking her would wake her up to school.”, Camila added and Luz huffed, bopping the infant in her arms.

“You guys are being mean to me in front of my daughter.”, she tried pouting, but King deadpanned.

“In front of your sleeping daughter. She won’t hear any of this.”

They started laughing again while Luz couldn’t suppress a little smile herself while looking down at the infant. When they had all quieted down a little, Luz pressed a soft kiss to her daughter’s forehead, before approaching Camila. Shooting a gaze towards Amity first to ask her permission, she then placed the baby in her mother’s arms and kept her hand cupped on the baby’s head, smiling.

“That’s your abuelita, mija.”, Luz mumbled softly and Eda almost felt her own heart breaking with the light sniffle Camila gave. After all these years of calling Luz her mija, Luz starting to use that label for her own daughter now made the human tear up.

While Camila greeted the little pup, Eda turned back to Amity whose head was softly nicking every time her eyelids fell. She had to be exhausted.

Tugging on her hand, Eda got her attention, then she lightly pushed the crib away to get up and adjust Amity’s pillow for her.

“C’mon, let’s get you lying down. We’ll take care of your pup.”

A sleepy gaze crossed with Eda’s but before Amity could object, the older witch was already adjusting the settings of the mattress to be flat again, before helping Amity lie down on her side.

“You can stay awake for as long as you want, but you should be comfortable with it at least.”, shooting her a grateful gaze, the younger witch yawned, then she adjusted the blanket around her future daughter-in-law and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “Don’t worry about your pup, okay? Luz is taking care of her.”

That seemed to soothe Amity. She mumbled a soft “thank you” towards Eda and curled up a little, before continuing to watch the scene before her, the blinking of her eyelids already getting slower.

When Eda turned back to Camila, she discovered that Luz had taken her daughter back already and was safely cradling her before going around the crib and catching Eda’s gaze.

She knew that Luz wanted her to say hi, too.

“Luz, I’m not so sure about holding-”

Chuckling, her daughter adjusted the baby, before taking Eda’s hand.

“You can greet them like this first if you don’t wanna hold her. Or you can sit down if you like.”

Huffing, Eda fidgeted shortly, before rubbing her hands together and breathing through.

“Just, uh-… Sitting would be nice. I’m-… Holding the bat kids was an entirely different thing, you know? They could fly. Your kid can’t fly.”

Luz had to laugh at Eda’s rambling, pulling on her hand, she ushered King out of the chair by the window, before letting her adoptive mother sit down in it. Camila helped out by placing a pillow on Eda’s lap, then she was all set. Luz studied her face again.

“If you’re too nervous, you don’t have to hold her. I can hold her over your lap if you want to.”

Trying to wave her off, Eda forced a laugh.

“Pfft, you can just say you don’t trust me holding a baby, kid.”, she tried to joke around, but Luz just gave her a smile.

“If you feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to. That’s all I’m saying.”

But Eda wanted to. She definitely did kind of want to hold the tiny fragile baby that Luz had made together with her fiancé. Even if she was nervous and a little bit scared and so amazed by how small such a tiny thing could actually be, she did kind of want to hold that baby. Patting the pillow, she finally breathed through, then she opened her arms.

“Okay, I’m ready. Bring it, kid.”

Smirking at her antics, Luz leaned in and kneeled, then she slowly placed the baby in Eda’s arms. It was so tiny. It was so stupidly tiny, it wasn’t even as long as Eda’s forearm. Hiccupping, the older witch instinctively cradled the tiny, tiny infant in her arms and a warm feeling overcame her.

A really warm feeling.

If that was maternal feelings, then Eda swore she was going to be the best dang grandmother she could be for that child.

She brushed over her temple and the baby squirmed slightly. Apparently, she had woken up sometime during Camila holding her and was now kind of fighting against the snug swaddle blanket she was trapped in. Eda didn’t even notice she had tears in her eyes when she already felt the first tear rolling down her cheek.

“Wow… You’re my granddaughter now, hm?”, she asked and that tiny thing yawned, her arms struggling in the swaddle, before softly smacking her incredibly small lips. Eda found herself smiling immediately, “Titan, that’s new.”

Luz’s hands undid the blanket that was wrapped around the baby, then Eda laughed tearily when the infant stretched, her absolutely tiny fists stretching up to her face and rubbing her cheeks. She was apparently waking up and while she knew that incubating infants didn’t open their eyes yet, she found herself wondering what eye color the child would have. Adjusting the baby, she cradled them closer, then she smuggled a finger into the fist and giggled in delight when the baby grabbed it, despite not wanting to open the fist at first.

Looking up to Luz, who was still kneeling in front of her, she managed a smile, her teary expression probably matching the one on her daughter’s face.

“She’s perfect, Luz. But, let’s be honest, you two made a stupidly small baby.”

Laughing under tears, Luz nodded then she brushed over her daughter’s head and pressed a small kiss to her forehead to which the baby responded with a huff.

“Yeah, when I first held her, I was so scared she’d just slip right through my arms. But I think Amity would have killed me if I had so much as stumbled so I concentrated really hard not to let that happen.”

Eda’s gaze shot up from her granddaughter to her future daughter-in-law who was calling from the bed, her words slurred from the sedatives and sleepiness, but still very much poised if needed.

“… You better not drop our child, Luz.”

Raine had to laugh at that and went to soothe the new mother, while Eda turned back to the baby in her arms with a smile.

“Titan she’s small…”

The following few minutes were pretty much filled with tearful giggles and a very excited King who almost knocked the crib over when Luz called him to say hi as well. When Eda and King had calmed down a little, Camila had taken Luz outside for a little mother-daughter walk in the nearby park and King had gone with them for snacks. The older witch got up and carried the baby back to the crib, smiling when she lifted them up to her face. Resting her forehead against theirs, she kept like this for a moment, before stopping in front of the crib.

Amity had fallen asleep by now, even if she was flinching with every littlest sound her daughter made, so Eda looked over to Raine.

“Wanna hold the baby, too?”, she asked and Raine blushed.

“I’d-… I’d rather wait until she’s a little bit older.”, she admitted and Eda nodded before still gesturing her spouse over. Raine got up from the edge of Amity’s bed and joined Eda, putting an arm around her waist while Eda still cradled the baby close, taking care not to jostle her too much.

She yawned again and from the corner of her eyes, Eda saw Amity’s eyes opening, unfocused and probably very much still asleep but still attentive to her daughter. Chuckling, she turned back to Raine.

“Boy, I’m sure glad I only had two adoptive children.”

Shrugging, Raine caught the baby’s fist with their free hand and tickled their tiny fingers, but she wouldn’t open her hand this time.

“I’m sure you would’ve made a great biological mother as well. As you’re already a great adoptive mother, too.”

Shrugging, Eda brushed over her temple again, leaning into Raine.

“Nah, I’m glad I never had a baby. I don’t think I would’ve wanted to go through that.”

“Fair enough.”, Raine whispered, but their tone indicated that they had stopped listening to Eda, engrossed by the child in her arms. She softly kicked, which caused them to chuckle, before she settled back against Eda’s chest, curling in slightly and breathing through, apparently getting ready for her next nap. Raine sighed softly.

“Honestly, I’m glad I never had a baby, too. But having a grandchild is amazing.”

Grinning, Eda kissed their forehead, before carefully maneuvering the baby back into the crib and swaddling them the best she could, watching her breaths deepening and calming as she fell asleep again. Then, Eda pushed the crib next to Amity’s bed, to which the young witch immediately responded by reaching into the crib from the side and resting her hand on her daughter’s belly. Smiling, Eda took Raine into her arms and watched as both her future daughter-in-law and her granddaughter slept peacefully, leaning her head against Raine’s.

“… You’re right this is amazing.”

She already knew that this child would have the two best mothers she could ask for. And she knew that her entire family, including her furry uncle, three grandmothers, and one grandparent, and their twin uncle and aunt would do their damn best to make sure this child had everything she needed.

Smiling, Eda reached down to brush over the baby’s cheek and pulled Raine closer.

Maternal feelings or not, this was amazing.

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[realcube]

BABYSITTING WITH HIM

characters ♡ oikawa, tendou & sakusa

tw ♡ children, cursing & mentions of arson

TŌRU OIKAWA

♡ he is pretty much a professional babysitter, or so he thought

♡ which is why he accepted when you asked if he could help you take care of your nieces/nephews for the weekend

♡ i mean, he takes care of his nephew all the time so how hard could babysitting possibly be? it was basically a free pass to spend the day with you 

♡ however, he began to regret his decision as he sat on your couch and realised that he wouldn’t be able to get even somewhat intimate with you when there was constantly an annoying little boy clinging to his arm, asking him if he had any games on his phone

♡ “sorry, kid.” oikawa smiled, clenching his jaw to hide the rage but it wasn’t very effective, “i’ve not got any games. maybe you could go play with your toys or something.” 

♡ he let out a sigh, making the mistake of thinking that would be the end of their interaction

♡ “can’t you just download some?” the boy retaliated

♡ you snickered, watching as the energy visibly drained from oikawa, yet he still wore his frighteningly bright grin

♡ “i’ve not got any storage.” 

♡ “then delete some of your apps or photos.” the boy said with a shrug, then proceeded to point at oikawa’s home screen, which happened to be a picture of him and you in front of an ethereal sunset, “start with that one. you both look like dorks.”

♡ you and oikawa’s unified gasps of offence were enough to show the boy that he was able to do exactly what he intended; piss y’all off

♡ hence, with a final mischievous snicker, he dashed off

♡ “i hate kids.” oikawa muttered, inspecting his homescreen to see if he really did look like a ‘dork’, “what is his problem?”

♡ “what if our kids turn out like that?” you joked 

♡ his eyes widened momentarily, turning to look at you with an uncharacteristically sheepish expression, “our w--”

♡ “mr kawa!” a cry could be heard from the kitchen so without hesitation, you both hopped to your feet and rushed over there as quick as you could 

♡ once you both reached the area the yell came from, you were fortunately not greeted by anything gruesome 

♡ instead, you both got to behold two children trying to reach the top shelf with the power on friendship; the taller boy was standing on a chair, while the toddler held it still 

♡ however, his grip on the jar of the Nutella must’ve loosened at some point as it now lay dejectedly on the ground, half spilled across the tiles and the other half drenching the toddler, not that they seemed to mind though 

♡ in fact, it looked like they were having the time of their — albeit, short — life

♡ the container was only plastic, hence you didn’t have to worry about shards when you darted over to the poor, chocolate-covered baby and scooped them up into your arms, “are you guys, okay?!”

♡ “yeah.” the boy chuckled, noticing that holding the toddler was transferring the chocolate onto you too

♡ “if you wanted nutella, you could’ve just asked.” oikawa sighed, helping the boy get down safely from the chair before putting the object back at it’s intended spot at the dinner table 

♡ “you could have gotten seriously hurt! i thought you would know better than to do something like this.” you scolded, becoming even more furious as the baby continued to playfully slap your face with their grimy hands, “please don’t do that again.”

♡ before they boy got the chance to do anything besides murmur a vague apology, oikawa interjected, “they won’t get the chance.”

♡ and he was right

♡ after cleaning everything up (including the child, which took forever), you didn’t let either of the rascals out of your sight until your duties as babysitters were complete 

♡ “i think we handled that pretty well.” oikawa mused, gathering his stuff along with you as you both got ready to leave

♡ “yeah, maybe we should do this again sometime.” you suggested, but it was followed by a few second was complete silence

♡ until you both burst out laughing 

♡ “yeah, never again.” you agreed

♡ “the kids can take care of themselves.” oikawa said with shrug, offering his hand to you, before you both strutted out of the disaster house

♡ ever since then, it was a common inside joke between you to, when in the vicinity of a kid causing mayhem or being a nuisance, whisper to each or exchange a look that says, ‘it’s a great day to not be babysitting.’  

SATORI TENDŌ

♡ at first, you thought that asking tendou for help babysitting would be a bad idea bc he is just as hyperactive as the damn kids sometimes so he’d probably not be the best influence 

♡ and you knew this bc one time you happened to run into him while out in the park with the kids and you asked him to watch them for literally a minute so you could run to the bathroom but when you came back all you almost had a heart attack because tendou was teaching them fkn tricks on the monkey bars 

♡ however, you then realised that if the kids were busy committing arson with uncle tendou, then they wouldn’t be bothering you 

♡ so here you are, playing monopoly with your boyfriend, a seven year-old and a one year-old

♡ well, it was less like monopoly and more like debate class since none of you could agree on the rules

♡ “well, uncle ten,” the older sibling began, in a very matter-of-factly tone, “if i burn your property down, then i  don’t have to pay you for landing on it.”

♡ “but then you also go to jail.” you pointed out

♡ “not if the police don’t catch me.”

♡ you burst out laughing, meanwhile tendou kept his business face on, “good point, but watch this.” tendou spoke as he rolled the dice, though no matter what if he got a number between four and seven, he would end up landing on somebody’s property

♡ he got a four

♡ picking up his piece, he moved it across each square individually and once he was due to land on your property, he knocked his piece over

♡ “whoops, i slipped.” he chuckled, though his friendly aura immediately dropped as he looked you dead in the eye and said, “i’m suing.”

♡ “you can’t sue me because you tripped!” you yelled 

♡ “i guess i just fell for you.” he said, resulting in the kids both making gagging noises before he stuck out his hand, “100 monopoly dollars, please.”

♡ “like i said,” you tried your best to stay strong and not laugh at his shitting pickup line, “i’m not giving you any money, you fell!”

♡ “i guess we’ll have to take this matter to court then.” tendou said, tapping the shoulder of the one year-old who was currently chewing on a 500 bill which you quickly had to confiscate 

♡ “judge, do you think (y/n) owes me 100 monopoly dollars for poor health and safety conduct?”

♡ “yes.”

♡ “that is the only word they know how to say!” you cried, begrudgingly handing over the money 

♡ “thank you, angel.” tendou cooed, adding your singular bill to the pile he had already stored up; the winner of the game had already been decided 

♡ and although you and the seven year-old kid both cried later after getting your asses kicked in monopoly (the one year-old cried too but they were just hungry), you all went out to get food and actually had a pretty good time

♡ it became a routine for tendou to help you babysit whenever he got the chance and y’all would always play table top games

♡ also when tendou got accepted into culinary school, he’d teach/show the kids what dishes he has learned to prepare and let them help by stirring the pot, adding spices etc etc

♡ and even when he moved to Paris, on special occasions, a box of chocolates would suddenly appear at the kids’ door and all the little pieces would be shaped and moulded into some of their favourite characters or made out of their favourite flavours 

♡ and at one point the kids even insisted that you teach them how to make chocolates so they can send some back to uncle tendou <33

♡ they weren’t the best, but when tendou received the misshapen, slightly stale chocolates at his apartment, addressed from you and the children, he cried

KIYOOMI SAKUSA

♡ his first response when you asked if he could help you babysit was ofc ‘ew no 🤢’

♡ needless to say it took a lot mansplain manipulate malewifing to convince him to come over 

♡ but once he did, obviously he was in his full protective gear; there was no way in hell he was going to catch whatever germs the little goblins have

♡ honestly he almost sprayed a chid in the face with hand sanitizer when they came running up to him with open arms, trying to give him a hug 

♡ which was unusual because the kids don’t tend to be overly friendly with new people, but you just brushed it off and figured that sakusa must’ve been an exception

♡ during his time babysitting, sakusa spend most of his energy trying to avoid the children at all costs that it basically became a game of tag, with you helping the child try to reach sakusa, and him hiding

♡ but honestly you couldn’t complain since the whole time the child was playing, they were safe with you rather than playing with fire 

♡ until later you were reminded of their odd fondness for sakusa when they insisted that sakusa carry them to their bedroom when it was their nap time

♡ and as you were shifting through the books, looking for a story to read, it hit you why they seemed to be so familiar with sakusa

♡ it’s because he looked exactly like the prince in one of their favourite story books; same hair, both tall and they even had similar moles to each other

♡ upon noticing this, you immediately showed sakusa and was quite amused

♡ in fact, he found it so cute that he gave both you and the toddler a lil’ kiss on the cheek, as a parting gift — mask off and everything

♡ he ended up reading the story and the kid fell into deep slumber by the time he reached the second page

♡ letting out a sigh of relief, sakusa slumped onto the ground, allowing his own eyes to flutter shut for a moment, “what a day.”

♡ you shuffled over to you could lay down beside him, “indeed it was, prince sakusa.”

♡ “shut up.” he teased, poking your rib slightly before absently intertwining his fingers with your own

♡ next thing you knew, you were both awakened by the sound of a grumpy toddler...

[phoenixes-and-wizards]

tua headcanons (vanya + music):

considering how vanya is a violinist + was part of an actual orchestra, i think it’s safe to assume that she went to a conservatory after she left the academy

and since she’s a strings major, there’s a very big chance she would’ve had to take up piano lessons as a minor subject

so think about this

what if after every apocalypse has been dealt with, the siblings move back into the mansion and of course, there’s a grand piano waiting just for her, perfectly tuned even after all this time, thanks to pogo’s constant upkeeping for the last thirty years

she hasn’t played in a while of course, but as soon as her fingers are properly warmed up, muscle memory takes over and she’s on a roll

it becomes a part of her daily routine, along with getting her violin skills back on track. it’s a lot harder than it used to be, considering how she hasn’t held an instrument in more than a year, but hey, they’ve got all the time in the world now

it especially warms her heart whenever her siblings--new ones included--randomly pop into her music room and sit for a while with their books or laptops, extremely willing to listen to her as she slogs away at scales and etudes and tchaikovsky

eventually, it becomes a Thing

most of the time, you’ll find at least three of them at once in the music room with vanya, reading or working or sprawled out on the floor contemplating the meaning of life with vanya’s music curling through the air in the background

sometimes, when vanya goes to get food, she’ll hear the piano playing by itself. just rough strains of a melody that somewhat sounds like whatever she was working on that day, but by the time she returns, whoever it is will be gone

sloane takes to her like a house on fire, and sooner or later, the sparrow girl is asking her for simple piano lessons

jayme and fei are still quite wary of her, but eventually, they start sitting in on sloane’s piano lessons, and sometimes, vanya catches them poking at the keys together under sloane’s careful guidance

christopher takes to hovering nearby whenever she practices. apparently bach relaxes him

even the sparrow academy boys warm up to her eventually, but ben still avoids them like the plague. vanya tries not to let that one sting. she’s already come to accept that he’s not their ben, not the same brother who saved her and held her and told her she was never a monster, but this one wears his face and still has all his mannerisms, and sometimes, when she forgets and he shrugs off her efforts yet again, she'll simply disappear into the music room for hours and practices until her fingers are numb and shaking

luther tries to learn at first, just so they can bond, but after he breaks a piano key one too many times, they finally decide that piano isn’t for him and he simply takes to working out in the next room over while she practices

diego’s hands are perfect for both piano and violin, but after a couple of lessons, she asks him if he’d want to try the cello instead

she sets him up with a cellist friend from her old orchestra, and soon enough, the sounds of yet another instrument fill the house

diego is a natural, his perfect aim meaning he never misses a note, no matter how high up on the fingerboard, and sometimes, vanya catches him blissing out at three in the morning as he practices, and it’s adorable enough that she never tells him, if only to keep seeing him love music almost as much as she does

of course klaus, being the little drama queen that he is, starts complaining that she’s got to teach him as well, which leads to everybody gaining a daily, very unwanted alarm clock in the form of klaus mercilessly butchering clementi

“oh god what have i done,” vanya groans as they all stand in the doorway of the music room, bleary-eyed and half her hair falling out of the ponytail she’d pulled it into before sleeping

marcus, who is annoyingly chipper even at four in the fucking morning, simply pats her on the head. ”there, there, tiny, he’ll probably tire of it in a few days and find something else to bother us with,” he says, and wanders off towards the kitchen with allison in tow to get breakfast started

after a few months, ben starts to hover in her peripheral vision, leaning against the doorframe whenever she works on her violin concertos, but when she turns to greet him, he’s already gone, leaving no trace whatsoever like the ghost he once was

so she lets the matter be, never mentioning it at dinner when the others ask her how practice went for the day, simply tuning louder when she’s about to start practicing the tchaikovsky as a signal for ben to come listen if he wants

one summer day, she goes to the music room, only to find ben already sitting there. there’s a second violin case by his side, already open, and when vanya starts to ask, he cuts her off by saying “look, that stupid piece you were working on wouldn’t leave my brain, so i figured i’d learn it so it’d go away. tchaikovsky, right?”

vanya nods and shuts the door behind her. “yes, but that’s a concerto, ben. it’ll take years of practice before you even get to that level and--”

“try me,” ben replies, cutting her off, and vanya hides a smile. no wonder this version of ben and five get along so well somehow: they’re both arrogant little shits

they start working together most afternoons, and eventually, ben stops avoiding her and starts seeking her out instead, asking her opinion on his intonation and technique today, asking if she’s already heard this version of a piece they both like, if she’d like to practice with him today, and it isn’t quite like old times, not just yet, but she’ll take what she can get, because her entire family has finally been returned to her, has doubled in size even, and this is the most peace she’s had in what feels like ages

they hold mini-recitals at the end of every month for those who’ve recently taken up instruments, and yes, it is a Mandatory Thing, stop rolling your eyes, five, we know you love it when diego plays

they all groan when klaus gets up to play but to everyone’s surprise, he plays an excellent nocturne instead of the sonatina him and vanya have been preparing, and when alphonso asks him where that came from, klaus finally reveals with an enormous shit-eating grin that he’s actually known how to play piano since childhood

there’s like a beat of silence as everybody processes that nugget of information

calmly, jayme flips the nearest cushion into diego’s waiting hand with one socked foot

fucking whoop his ass, her eyes say, and diego’s mouth curves dangerously

klaus starts backing up in horror but there’s nowhere to go

and thus the Great Pillow War ensues

vanya tries to stop them at first (”hEY MY VIOLIN CASE’S STILL OPEN THAT’S AN AUTHENTIC STRAD, I SWEAR TO GOD--”) and promptly pauses when sloane nails her in the head with one of the many stuffed toys klaus brought to the party

OKAY FUCK THIS NOW ITS ON

its pure pandemonium for the next fifteen minutes, and what’s even better is that it’s a free-for-all, so nobody really stops anybody from hitting klaus over the head with pillows

in fact there’s even a line

vanya takes a break from whacking five in the face and looks around at her tiny family, at its chaos and mess and fei yelling “aL, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON’T STOP HITTING ME--no, not you, allison, the other al, there’s too many of you--five, i can fucking see you lurking, you cheater, stop it!" and just sinks back into the cushions with a big smile

because this is it; this is exactly what she’s wanted ever since she was a child

vanya hargreeves is home