#toddler!verse

[livwritesstuff]

Eddie is working on some writing when his 2.5-year-old daughter Moe ran full-speed into the office, halting right at the edge of the desk.

“Dada!”

Eddie turned to look at her.

“Yes, my brilliant girl.”

“We don’t say fuck because it’s a bad word.”

He blinks as he runs through the last several minutes of…nothing, really – all he’s doing is sitting at the desk doing some editing, and even if he’d maybe been muttering to himself at the time, Moe was out of earshot in the kitchen where she was dragging all the pots and pans out of the cabinets for a DIY drum kit, so…not totally sure why Moe is bringing this up

“Uh, yep,” he finally replies, “That it is, Miss Moe.”

And then she’s gone just as quickly and unceremoniously as she’d arrived.

Eddie recounts the interaction to Steve later.

“You get that she knows exactly what she’s doing, right?” Steve tells him.

Eddie pauses.

“Huh?”

“Dude – she totally knows she’s not allowed to use that word but she wants to so she figured out a loophole.”

“Oh my god.”

“I know, right?”

“She’s a fucking genius child,” Eddie shook his head in complete and utter dismay, because there’s no way he was that goddamn smart at two years old.

“Yeah, she’s gonna keep shit interesting for us”

“I fear you may be correct, Steve-o.”

[milimeters-morales]

top ten reasons to live: this !!!!!

[k-kroomie]

Doodle me a Heart ♡

By. Niko and Sunnie♡(or Margo if you're from Discord)

[very short]

A Punkflower one-shot based of my headcannon:

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Enjoy the cuteness of my favorite people♡♡♡

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Miles was doing his math homework at his desk while his boyfriend laid out on his bed with one of his sketchbooks and some of his markers.

"Hey, luv, what ya, think 'bout a dog with 3 eyes in ya art book?" Hobie asked, making Miles look over at him. "Hm, I wouldn't mind. You just draw whatever you want, Hobie. I'll either add to the page or leave it alone," Miles said with a smile as he turned back to his homework.

Hobie smiled and looked down at the sketchbook page, "Alright thank ya, sunflower." He said before flipping to the first page and seeing a self-portrait that Miles drew of himself. That's when he got to work, draw on the white spaces of the page, and he never drew the same thing twice. He smiled at his little doodles before flipping to an empty page and drew out a picture of him and Miles.

Time skip♡

"I'm sorry we didn't get to spend a lot of time together Hobie, this vision work is sumping me." Miles said as he watched hobie slip his boots on, "It's fine sunflower," Hobie said, sliding his mask over his hair and eyes. "I love just being around you." Hobie said before kissing Miles forehead and climbing out his window. Miles smiled before shutting his window and walking over to his bed where his sketchbook and markers sag.

Miles picked up his sketchbook about to lay it on his desk when he saw the drawing of two stick people in the middle of a page with a heart in the middle of them at the bottom of the page it said, "A punks flower" Miles smiled at the page before picking up his pencil and a few markers. He then began to sketch out the faces of both him and Hobie. Keeping a distance between his sketch and his boyfriends art, not wanting to ruin Hobie's art.

[jalicecookie]

No Scissors Deals

"Valentino! You don't make any deals with the Toddler, when it comes to playing with Scissors! And don't let her cute behavior, wrap you around your little finger!" - you hear the voice of your Daddy Vox from across the Room, but don't look over towards him. Very carefully, your little fingers want to reach for the gold chain, that your Papito Valentino is wearing around his neck, while you reiterate your request , to finally be allowed to play with the scissors and Valentino's cherry-pink eyes just flash with amusement.

Curious, you took a few clumsy steps closer to the high shelf with the many compartments.

Velvette's spacious office was already deserted at this late hour.

The employees of the social media-focused Velvette had gone home.

The fashion icon from hell was editing one of the her videos on her laptop , because it needed special settings and at that very moment both Valentino and you could hear Velvette hissing at Vox from her small private office, that he should turn down the damn firewall,  to further boost  towards her already good online reach.

Vox had told Valentino to keep an eye on you ,while he took care of Velvette's problem. And since Valentino himself was on his cell phone and was obviously sending a few voice messages to Angel Dust, you really wanted to take a look at the large shelf.

It wasn't the first time you had been in Velvette's work office.

Sometimes it could be pretty stressful and hectic here.

But that didn't bother you, whenever Velvette was given the babysitting task, she let you have plenty of tablet and cell phone video time, when she wasn't busy dressing you up like a doll and needing you to plan a mini fashion line for the stylish demon toddler.

"Oh there! Scissors!" you said quietly as you stopped in front of the large white meter-high shelf that stretched up to the ceiling and your devilish eyes flashed with joy , when you saw a pair of scissors there.

It was a pretty pair of scissors with pink hearts and dark blue handles as a design.

Oh, you really wanted to hold these beautiful scissors in your hands and play with them!

And pretend you were a great fashion queen, like Velvette was.

Sometimes you try to imitate different members of your Vee family.

One time, before going to bed, you ran excitedly to Velvette with the Vox electric toothbrush and whispered to her that you can now talk to the toothbrush like Daddy because Daddy can talk to the television.

And if you play with the scissors, you'll definitely be able to help Velvette a lot!

You made your decision, you first tried to stretch your hands up as high as you could... but the scissors were on two shelves above you. Too far to be able to reach for them easily.

Next you try to climb up the shelf...which only works to a limited extent, because not even after 3 seconds you slip and land on the floor with a loud thud and an old vase knocked over on impact.

Valentino, who felt disturbed in his voice message and was about to shout , annoyed that this noise was really shit in timing and should be quiet, turned around and was with you,  within a few moments, picking you up from the floor with one of his two pairs of arms and looking at you with concern.

"What happened baby? You know Velvette hates it,  when one of those ugly vases breaks?" , said Valentino with a hardly regretful look at the fragments of the vase. None of which - thank Lucifer - hit you.

You sniffed once, startled by the impact on the floor and dissatisfaction at not having the scissors yet.

Valentino stroked your hair soothingly , before he moved a few steps away from you and sent another voice message to Angel.

The recording time was shorter than before and so you were able to express your wish as soon, as Valentino put the phone back in his pocket.

"Scissors! Wanna! Play! Papito, scissors? Climb, no, no....ouchie....scissors?", you said and pointed to the large shelf with your left hand.

Valentino followed the hand gesture with a quick glance ,before gently examining you through the heart-shaped lenses of his glasses.

"Naaaw Papito's little princess wanted the scissors to play with,  and fell down while climbing?" -  Valentino cooed with obvious amusement.

"Yes! Help Papito? Please, please", you said and bounced up and down in the Overlord's arms.

Valentino just shook his head no with little interest and thought you already had enough toys.

Toys that were often dragged from your room to the living room and that he had to run in zigzags to get a new coffee. Scissors like that were really nothing special.

"Eat Veggies like  good girl... like a big kid... don't cry ...   yes scissors?" - you replied hopefully. Proposing a deal was easy. Even though your fathers always had their own rules, it was no secret that you really cried a lot when you ate certain vegetables and refused to try even a small bite.

"So you want to eat your vegetables and not cause a drama, hm? And in return I should give you these scissors to play with?", repeated Valentino and didn't seem to be averse to the idea.

"Oh, there are actually several scissors. It seems to be your lucky day, baby. There's still blood on one of them...ah! That must be my attack , after my last author for the films quit!", said Valentino and eyed one of the scissors that still had blood on it with an annoyed expression on his face. That bitch deserved that!

You clap your hands once and nod eagerly, not because you understood Valentino's last words, but because there are apparently several pairs of scissors...oh, you can then help Velvette diligently!

"Valentino! You don't make any deals with the Toddler, when it comes to playing with Scissors! And don't let her cute behavior, wrap you around your little finger!" - you hear the voice of your Daddy Vox from across the Room, but don't look over towards him.

Very carefully, your little fingers want to reach for the gold chain, that your Papito Valentino is wearing around his neck, while you reiterate your request , to finally be allowed to play with the scissors and Valentino's cherry-pink eyes just flash with amusement.

"Scissors? Pretty please?", -  you wanted to touch the glittering gold of the chain, but Valentino playfully grabbed yours hands with his other two hands to stop you.

"Hmmmm.....if I contradict Voxxy now, Papito won't get any of his ´toys´ later, and Papitio would be very sad because of this" -  said Valentino with a grin. His gold tooth flashed once.

And you were still far too young and small to understand , the allusion and the real meaning that it was never about toys,  that Vox was withholding from Valentino, but something completely different.

An impatient whimper escaped you as you snuggled closer to Valentino's upper body and asked sadly for the scissors once more.

"Wanna help.....Velvette! Scissors! PLEASE!", you whimpered and Valentino smiled at your cuteness.

"No need to burst into tears...besides, Daddy Voxxy didn't say anything about the scissors in our kitchen, Princess",  Valentino said soothingly.

"VAL!"

While you were calming down with the cuddles Valentino gave you, Vox seemed to have heard the part about the scissors in the kitchen,  and reminded his partner , that the rule applied to all scissors in the V-Tower.

"But she wants to help Velvette, Voxxy! And eat her Veggies from now on like a good Girl"  - Valentino defended his affection for the deal with the vegetables.

"It will definitely work without Scissors. I'll say it for the last time, Valentino. No scissors DEALS!"

THE END

Ao3

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Found the cutest comic panel and Im gonna cry 💘💘💘💘

[randomnameless]

Just thinking about it but -

UO : MC learns the "greater" plot that explains the reasons - and their origins - why things happen, and picking the right choices, is rewarded with the best ending.

FE16 : Claude gets some infodump, still puts in danger the remaining Nabatean (granted Rhea dies off screen so it's not that important!) for being hunted for parts, still uses the shiny bow he got despite learning what, rather who it was, grows as much as a beansprout in a dark closet regarding his beliefs about isolation and acceptance, even after listening to Rhea's history about how humans fucked up her people and why she needs to hide her identity.

UO : Alain talks to Gilbert and Hodrick, learns his country is pretty privilegied compared to the other ones, doesn't want to take advantage of this position but wants to create a lasting peace between his kingdom and the other countries

FE16 : Claude spends between 3 weeks (Nopes) and 1 year (FE16) at least at school, doesn't bother to learn anything (or it doesn't show!) about Fodlan and ends up with some hilarious takes like "Church BaD and promotes isolationism but my slave holders besties from House Gonerils are chads", complete with "Fodlan is to blame when it comes to having relationships with its neighbours when they just want to engage in one little bloodbath every thursday" only discovering water to be wet when the goddess' avatar becomes his teacher.

Guess which game is praised for its "complex" and "masterpiss" of a writing?

[wttcsms]

you need to read blue lock bc i am telling you, if you love silly, unserious lil guys, wait til you hear that there is a professional team that our main characters play for that literally has them running around a field, sporting jerseys that say BASTARD really big on the front!!!!!!!!!!

[rosetyler42]

Here's an oldie I don't think I shared here: Like her mother, Lily loves dragons. So since in WIR-Verse I feel Jake and Kim would know eachother, I figured Lily would do this to Jake at least once. XD

And yes, Baby Lily is kind of like a villainous Boo from Monsters Inc. XD

@lovelylivelyv @heartsong1994 @sharperthewriter @gothicthundra @that-obsessed-gay-girl @black-ak9 @serial-serializednovelreader @deathfangirl9 @midnightcaptions

[raeofgayshine]

Jason, holding up Damian: Stinky

Dick: No!!! Don’t be mean!!

Jason, swaying him back and forth: Stinky bastard man

Dick: No!!!!!!

Tim, not looking up from his case files: Naught baby. Brat Robin.

Dick: NO!!!!!!!!!

[kaerinio]

sitting here . . . thinking about modern!dany, who is a young widow . . . raising her son as a single mother.

[apalestar]

Gods DAMN IT YOU TWO!!! *Tav throws the Carrie book and sunscreen towards the back* I've seen TODDLERS with better behavior! CAN I FOCUS ON DRIVING!? One more mishap and I WILL turn this car around! All of you, SHUT UP.

Random Tav distracting me with this shite AU // @infernaliscor, @spiderwarden

But consider for a moment that they are toddlers and throwing tantrums is what they did. Astarion pouted, but took his sunscreen bottle. He looked obstinate and willful. He hated being told what to do. "We need band-aids and juice! And I need sunscreen! Put it on for me!" He's crying out again. And maybe they do need band-aids because someone left him and young Minthara in the third row seat with fucking knives. Tav.

[thecrimsonhelmet]

Late Night Phone Calls ❛ Promise me you won't tell a single soul what I'm about to say. ❜

She can’t see it, what with the helmet currently covering his entire head, but Jason’s raising an eyebrow at her. Bold of her to assume Jason will even keep his word, should he give it, depending on what she tells him. Bold of her to assume Jason cares about not hurting her feelings, if that happens.

Bold of her to assume Jason actually gives a shit about whatever it is she has to say.

He turns his head slowly to look her over, resisting the urge to scoff. Batman’s newest little Robin. What is this, number five? Six? Seventeen? The man’s collecting them like freaking Pokémon.

Whatever. Not Jason’s problem.

What is his problem is the fact that they all seem to fucking flock to him, for some goddamn reason. Him. Jason Peter Todd, aka the Red Hood. The guy that likes to use guns and has been known to put heads in duffle bags when he wants to make a point. The guy that’s tried to kill a Bat or Bird on more than one occasion. The guy that still kills occasionally, when he thinks the situation calls for it. The guy that’s probably one episode of Pit Madness away from getting thrown in Arkham.

And still they seem to seek him out on patrol and show up in his safehouses, begging for food like stray dogs. (That one’s on him, though. He should’ve never caved and cooked for Dick the first time it’d happened; everyone knows that if you feed them they just keep coming back.) Sure, he’s gone mostly non-lethal these days and he’s mostly gotten over his murderous feelings towards the family. Sure, he’s currently trying to play nice with them and he’s got that green-tinted rage inside of him almost totally under control. But there’s no way they’ve just forgotten his past actions. There’s no way they’re just…over it.

And yet, Jason’s found himself on baby-Bird-sitting duty tonight. Honestly, there are so many better uses of his time, and literally any of the others (including Tim) would be a better role model for this actual toddler. But here they are, and she’s all but asking him to pinky swear he’ll keep a secret while they stakeout a warehouse, and he can’t just make it easy on her, can he? So, he lets his lips pull into a smirk and tilts his head to one side. “Depends. What’s in it for me?”

@thegirlwondcr (x)

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

That's what Christmas means to me

1707 Words | G Rating | Julie and the Phantoms AU

Luke kicks open the door, his keys hanging from his teeth and hands overflowing with bags from the grocery store. “Guys?! A little help?” he calls, words a bit jumbled as they form around his clenched teeth.

Alex appears at the end of the hall and lets out a soft chuckle, “you know you can take multiple trips, right?” He grabs one handful of bags and takes them into the kitchen, leaving Luke to remove his keys from his mouth and redistribute the remaining bags.

“You say that…” Luke replies, trailing after Alex and setting the bags onto the counter.

“How did you even get the door unlocked?”

Luke jazz hands as he answers, “magic!” He’s met with a fond eye roll as they both work on putting the groceries away. “Why’s it so quiet? Where’s Bex.”

“Uhhhh,” Alex hesitates. “You should probably just see for yourself.”

Luke quirks an eyebrow at that but leaves it and finishes up, tying the bags into bows and depositing them in their bag of bags under the sink. 

“Does any of this need to go next door?” Alex asks and Luke shakes his head.

“Nope, not this time. We both know I’ll be here pretty much full time for the next two weeks anyway.” It’s their collective Christmas break and they officially have no responsibilities outside of their strange little family until the new year. “How scared should I be to leave the kitchen?” he wonders.

“I think you’ll be ok. Maybe. It’s everyone else I’m worried about.”

Luke cocks his head with a look of combined confusion and curiosity but opts to simply go into the living room. He’s met with what can only be described as a Christmas explosion and can’t help the laugh that erupts out of his throat. Boxes and totes are open throughout the space, they have a half built tree, decorations trail from box to box and beyond. Reggie and Willie are both wrapped in tinsel and garland, each topped with an elf and santa hat, respectively.

“It looks like you let a two year old loose at the north pole,” he says once he’s regained his composure.

“They kind of did,” Alex chimes in from behind him.

“Where IS Bex?” Luke asks again. 

“Exploding Christmas wiped her out. She fell asleep,” Reggie explains as he works to detangle some beads.

“Ah! Explains the quiet.”

“Mhm,” Alex hums as he moves over to where Willie is, taking the newly fluffed branches and working to add them to the tree. 

“Gonna help or stare?” Willie directs at Luke after a moment.

“Oh, I’m gonna stare. Y’all got yourself into this mess. I’m just here to enjoy it,” he flops onto the couch and props his feet onto the ottoman in front of him, exaggerating his movements obnoxiously. He’s in the middle of reclining back and putting his hands behind his head when he’s hit in the chest with a mass of shimmer.

“You’re going to help,” Reggie tells him, matter of fact. “Detangle those.”

Luke obliges, trying to find the end of the string of baubles that had been thrown at him. “Bex did all of this?!”

“No, they came out of the bin like this. I’m displeased with past me,” Reggie explains.

Luke hums in acknowledgement and continues his task. 

“We’re listening to me when we pack shit up this year,” Alex states.

Willie groans, “ugh, but taking everything down and winding it up to be packed away is so tedious.”

“Future us will thank me,” Alex insists. “And you’re telling me that this,” he waves his arms around the space, “isn’t tedious?”

“Point, Alex,” Luke says and Willie responds by sticking their tongue out at him.

The four of them into their tasks, letting a comfortable silence surround them. Alex and Willie get the tree built and lit while Luke and Reggie successfully untangle everything that had needed it, building neat piles of decorations. They’re just able to start wrapping the tree with garland when they hear a small voice from behind the couch.

“Unca ‘Uke! Unca ‘Uke!”

Luke drops what he had been holding and turns to greet the toddler, crouching down to scoop her into his arms as she runs up to him, “hey, Peanut! You sure made a mess with your dads, didn’t you?”

She squeals as he spins her around. He settles her onto his hip and turns back toward the tree. Bex looks toward it and then back at Luke. “Why don’t we let Daddy, Papa, and Nomy do the boring stuff and then we can help hang the pretty things when they’re done?” He directs a questioning look his friends’ way for confirmation and they nod. 

Bex excitedly agrees, pushing away from Luke so that he sets her down. She leads him to one of the bins that hadn’t already been emptied and digs into it, pulling out some of their other decor. 

Luke offers a small chuckle, taking everything she hands him. “Yeah, we can put these out while we wait.” He trails behind her as she sets out the decorations throughout the apartment: singing animatronic snowmen wind up in the doorway to the kitchen, a dancing snowman is set just outside her bedroom, Luke guides her to place the doormat in the entry hall, and various bells are placed on the first doorknobs she encounters. When they return to the living room lootless, the others are almost done wrapping the tree. 

“You know what we’re missing,” he directs to Bex.

“MUSIC!” she cheers and he laughs.

“Yeah, you know what’s up. Music! You gonna help?”

She nods vigorously, “I help!”

Luke digs through the various boxes until he finds what he’s looking for, their small record collection of Christmas music. He calls Bex over, not that she ever drifts far from his side when she’s around, and her eyes widen in excitement. 

“I pick?”

Luke nods, “yeah, you pick. What should we listen to?”

Bex sifts through the records, as gently as she’s capable of considering her age, pulls out a bright purple album and hands it to Luke who can’t help but laugh.

“When did we get Cee Lo Green’s Christmas album?” 

“Probably Willie,” Alex mutters. 

“Yep! That was me,” Willie readily agrees, “I saw it at a thrift store last year and couldn’t not.”

“Sounds about right,” Luke laughs as he walks over to the record player, letting Bex lead him through the process and stepping in where she needs help. “We’ll get you rocking properly one day,” he tells her softly as he places the record on the turntable.

He was apparently still loud enough to be heard because Reggie coughs out a laugh of his own, “you have her trained on how to properly handle records and operate the record player, what more are you wanting from her?”

“Luke’s in charge of potty training, by the way,” Alex chimes in from the other side of the tree before muttering an addition, “the only person she’ll actually listen to.”

Willie and Reggie utter grunts of agreement, still battling their ongoing bitterness at her very obvious preference for the only one of them who was adamant he was not parent material.

“I’ll laugh my ass off if she grows up refusing to listen to what you like,” Willie directs back toward Luke. 

Luke makes an affronted sound as he scoops Bex into his arms, “she would NEVER!”

She giggles at him as he tries to help form her hand into devil’s horns. “Rock and roll forever! Right, Peanut?”

“Ro’ ‘n roll!” she agrees heartily.

Alex sighs before moving them on, “we’re ready for you.”

“Hear that, Bex? We’re up!”

The five of them work through the various ornaments and candy canes, letting Bex place anything that isn’t fragile where she can reach and the others trying to counter balance her heavy hand through the rest of the tree. They fall into various song and dance breaks as Cee Lo Green plays in the background meaning that their task takes them significantly longer than it might otherwise but none of them mind. Their little family is just happy to have this time together.

When they’ve finally finished with the tree, Reggie crouches down to hand Bex the star. “This is a very important job, Munchkin. Can you handle it?”

Bex nods vigorously, taking the star from Reggie.

“OK, Daddy is gonna lift you up cuz he’s the tallest. You just have to put it on the very tippy top!”

Bex nods again. “Tippy top!” she confirms before running over to Alex who scoops her up and leans her toward the top of the tree. She gives placing the star her best effort but Alex has to help smush the branches together so it settles on nicely. Once they’re satisfied, he props her on his hip as he steps back, letting Willie plug it into the strand of lights.

“You ready? Alex asks Bex and she nods. Luke makes his way over to the switch for the overhead lights and Reggie takes his position at the outlet behind the tree. They are almost in sync as the room goes dark, only to be illuminated by the lights of the tree.

“Ooooohhh!” Bex coos as her eyes widen at the sight.

Willie and Reggie make their way over to where Alex and Bex are, crowding in on either side of them and Luke digs out his phone to take a picture. 

Willie tugs on the hem of Alex’s sweater, pulling harder when they get his attention so that he leans down for a kiss. 

Bex watches them intently, impatiently speaking up when they separate. “Kiss Bex!”

The adults laugh and they each pepper her face with kisses of their own until she’s squealing and pushing them away.

“Merry Christmas, family,” Reggie says wistfully as he takes everyone in.

“Merry Christmas, Reg,” the others echo back.

“Merry Chrismus, Papa!” Bex cheers, reaching out to him. He takes her from Alex and wraps her into a tight hug. It takes less than a moment for three additional pairs of arms to join the hug and they relish in the short moment of peace and togetherness they’ve allowed themselves.

[pettyprocrastination]

Peter B Parker has to carry Mayday around in that little chest wrap because if not she’ll wander off and try to eat Lego Spiderman (again) 

[anotherhumanpet]

SAD CHILD? Wolfdog to the rescue. Dennis the Menace is being sniffed and gently nudged with that big snoot to comfort him.

The pathetic wailing stops soon enough, quieting down to just sniffles and hiccups as the cold, wet nose proves distracting enough from the terrible woes of being small (again). The snout that gently nudges at him is immediately getting wrapped up in a hug though and held onto for dear life as Dennis tries to squeeze every ounce of comfort out of it that he can.

[goldeneyedgirl]

I've been reading your babyfic snippets and I have so many questions about it. I love the concept, it's so cute and funny and a bit dark – since now the cullens have one more thing to protect. I think you mentioned in one of the snippets that Jasper tried to cook for Ollie (and failed) and I'd love to read anything you have about this. Also, I see Maria and Alice's mom are potential problems (?), but are you thinking about making the Volturi a problem too, aka Renesmee Cullen plot??

Don't worry if you don't have snippets to post, I'd be glad just to know your thoughts <3

Thank you :D I'm having a good time turning baby-fic into something with a Plot.

I can add Jasper trying to cook to the list of potential ficmas posts!

Neither Jasper or Alice are good cooks and rely entirely on Alice's stepfather to teach them (mostly so that they aren't forcing cooking-food scents at the Cullens, not because Esme is unwilling; Simon has High Standards when it comes to food, so he's determined to make sure Alice knows her way around the kitchen).

Alice manages okay with practice - she's never going to be an amazing, passionate cook, but she can definitely feed herself and Ollie. She has the advantage of being able to smell and taste, and Jasper can't tell temperatures as well as Alice. Jasper comes from an era where food was very, very different and everything was made from scratch, and he has only the vaguest memory of eating. But by god, he's going to try so goddamn hard to get it right.

(Esme hovering every time he's left home alone with Ollie, desperate to help, but Jasper's so determined to be able to do this one damn thing for his son because it's a basic human need. It would be hard to be a vampire that can learn anything with ease for decades, and then be faced with something that can't be mastered instantly.)

So the plot between main Hybrid-verse and Baby-verse will be different. Basically, there will be main Hybrid-verse, and a secondary fic that basically diverges into Baby-verse.

They will, at this point, have different villains. Hybrid needs a major overhaul, tbh, so a lot of details are up in the air (right now, I've reached the equivalent of New Moon in major scenes; I'm leaning towards Hybrid being one giant fic instead of divided up, but that's not set in stone either.) I need to ramble at beautlilies about main-Hybrid to see if the existing plan is ridiculous or usable, before I confirm or deny who the villain is.

Maria is not the villain in either of them; she's kind of there to stir the shit and when she's around, it's solely to remind everyone that only she may harass, torment, and manipulate Jasper and his possessions (family, friends, Alice), and anyone else who tries is added to the top of her shit list.

(Maria on discovering Jasper has a kid because neither of them was using birth control: "...I changed him because he was pretty, not because he was smart.")