#why infants are so adorable in the game

[eldrichfuck666]

Probably the most unexpected post from me, but since they somehow (I DON'T KNOW FOR WHAT REASON??) had twins, I guess... I mean, they're really cute and Ansel & Irving really wanted to have them, so.. there probably won't be any family gameplay posts, because I'm obviously not into family gameplay (I'm mostly a blender "gameplay" and horror edits lover T^T), but still, here's a few cute photos :')

Idk if I'm bothering with tagging (if I did, I truly apologize T^T), but! These cute poses are by @rebouks and I can't adore them more, they're just... thank you so so much for them!! 💖😭 I hate kids with passion, but these poses are just so amazing and I can't stop my heart from melting and feeling something like.. a joy?? AND OMG they're so cute for family portraits! 💕 So really, really big thank you for your work! 😭💕 It's soo cute!

[slytherinshua]

BOYNEXTDOOR WITH KIDS !

summary. you invited your boyfriend to help you babysit! here's how he does. genre. fluff. warnings. kids but nothing else. not proofread. pairing. boynextdoor x fem!reader. wc. 675. request. originally a request from lovely 💗 anon for bonedo x baby fever gf reader. i kinda tweaked it a bit to be bnd with kids but implied that reader still has baby fever which is why they babysit <33 a/n. ugh i wish these were a bit better idk i tried my best!! i literally started writing it out as baby fever reader but then i was stumped how to do it differently for all 6 of them so... i hope this is alright ??? net. @onedoornet

PARK SUNGHO ﾐ 박성호

Sungho would do so well with the little girls you babysit. He would be so down to have a princess tea party with them, and they immediately are in love with him from that moment on. I can see them berating you two with questions about your relationship, especially if the girls were around 4 or 5. They successfully get Sungho to admit that yes he’s in love with you and yes he does plan to marry you someday (if he said no then the girls would have said true love was dead). They plead you to invite Sungho over again to play because they had such a good time. 

LEE SANGHYEOK ﾐ 이상혁

Riwoo is hesitant. He has no idea whether the kids will like him, much less if he would be any good with them. He hasn’t had much opportunity to be around children or babies, so he’s very cautious. He lets them take the lead, but soon finds that it’s easy to entertain them by challenging them to a dance battle or playing just dance lol. He’d probably win over the kids favour by buying them donut holes as well. Overall, he’s pleasantly surprised at how well it went, and maybe he understands your chronic baby fever just a little more now.

MYUNG JAEHYUN ﾐ 명재현

Jaehyun is best with little kids ages 3 and up. His energy matches them so well and he loves to play with them. His imagination also matches that of a little kid, so nothing is out of reach. Whether it’s playing with toys, a board game, or play pretend, he is fully invested in it. Every time he hangs out with the kids you take care of, he ends the day completely exhausted. But you know he had so much fun with the little ones. You just might have to recharge him with a long cuddle sessions cause he swears 6 hours of dance practice is less intensive than 1 afternoon of babysitting.  

HAN DONGMIN ﾐ 한동민

Surprisingly he is the number 1 match for your baby fever. He adores babies, especially the infants that you babysit. He loves to hold them, and they love to be held by him even more. His calm demeanour is very soothing for them. I could see any baby falling asleep in his lap super easily. His prior experience with his sister also helps. He knows how to be gentle and patient with kids, and really understands exactly what they need. In his mind there really isn’t anything cuter than babies :( He talks in a slight baby voice to them as well, he really can’t help it. 

KIM DONGHYUN ﾐ 김동현

I think Leehan would struggle the most. If there’s no common ground between him and the kids, it’ll be hard. But, if any of the kids you babysit are just slightly as weird as Leehan, good luck trying to separate them. I think he would definitely love to draw with the kids, but make sure he is not making any food for them. He’d be unable to say no to whatever they wanted, and they'd either get sick on sweets or sick from impulsively wanting to try his fish food. Then he'll probably be banned from ever going near them again by their parents. Although he doesn’t really get the appeal of little kids, he does admit that it was fun at times to hang out with them. He leaves the babysitting job to you, though.

KIM WOONHAK ﾐ 김운학

Woonhak is so good with kids omg!! At the beginning, he matches their energy so well, but he crashes so fast as well. He would accidentally make jokes that the kids take entirely seriously and end up having to comfort them when they cry. But, despite his mistakes, he’s great at rallying all the kids and being the leader for group activities. If you were babysitting 3+ kids at once, he could definitely help keep track of them all and keep them busy. He doesn’t feel confident with babies, though, as he’s worried he might do something wrong. They’re just so fragile and definitely outside of his comfort zone. 

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[nathaslosthershit]

Baby Fever and Annoying Brothers||Quinn Hughes x Reader

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Reader

Request: Could I get Quinn Hughes with baby fever and his brothers there to make fun of it?

Summary: Quinn gets baby fever real bad and his brothers bug him to propose

A/n: Listen I wasn’t a Quinn girly before but that has recently changed so thank you for these requests

Word Count: 700+

“Quinn, dude, come on let's go.” Luke complained. The brothers had been trying to start a basketball game for the past 45 minutes. Jack and Luke were ready, but Quinn kept pushing it off with a simple ‘5 more minutes then i'll be ready’.

What, you may ask, was keeping Quinn from playing a game with his family? The sight of his girlfriend interacting with the baby of a family friend of theirs. It was quite possibly the most addicting and adorable sight he has ever seen. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off of it, no matter how hard he tried. The whole scene was beautiful. Outside, on the lawn chairs in the backyard, laid his girlfriend of 4 years gently swaying a now sleeping infant in her arms as she quietly spoke to the baby’s mother as well as his own mom. 

“Quinn this is getting-” Jack was cut off when he saw it. His older brother sitting there, oblivious to the heart eyes he was making. It was hilarious to him. His big brother practically brought to his knees at the sight of his longtime girlfriend holding a baby. 

As he stood next to Luke, Quinn finally was pulled out of his trance. Embarrassed at his brother's gawking, he finally went to play basketball. 

But of course the two youngest Hughes couldn’t just not bring it up. It was their brotherly duty to chirp Quinn into his place.

“So when are you gonna actually purpose?” Jack asked. At this, Luke elbowed him in the side, hard. 

“Come on dude let him live” Luke reprimanded.

“Thank you, Luke.” Quinn responded.

“No but seriously, he is right. You spend almost an hour staring at your girlfriend for holding a fucking baby. I know you’ve got a bad case of baby fever after that. When are you gonna actually get started on that shit? Unless you don’t plan on going the whole marital route before kids. I don't’ really know how some people would thi-”

“Can you both please just shut the fuck up about it.”

“Come on, Quinn, we are just chirping you. Although we saw the way you were looking at her. You sure that hasn’t changed anything…” Jack teased. 

He was right of course. While he was staring, he was also envisioning a life with her. A life with his beautiful wife, in a beautiful home, with kids to fill it. Maybe they’d have one, or maybe a whole hockey team. Who’s to say? The last thing he wanted though, was to be discussing it with his brothers when they would just tease him.

“No, nothing has changed. Although things may happen sooner-” “What the fuck does that mean?” Luke asked.

“I just- I don’t need kids right this second.” Quinn stated.

“But?”

“But I do have a ring. I’ve kept it in my hockey bag for the last few months. I just- I just don’t know when I’m gonna propose.”

“Quinn why the fuck didn’t you tell us?” Jack practically yelled.

“Does mom know? She will flip the fuck out if you got it and didn’t tell her?” Luke asked.

“Yes, she knows. She has been bugging me about it every single day. Trying to give me ideas and such but I just need to find the right time and place.”

“Isn’t now the right time and place though? You are with family, in a pretty fucking beautiful place. I mean what's stopping you from taking her on the boat tomorrow and doing it.” Jack joked. But he was right. You had once stated, while intoxicated, that you would have killed Quinn if he proposed in public, as if that was something he would ever do. The secluded boat would be the perfect place.

Quinn smiled to himself as he came to this revelation. He would propose, soon, and get started on the life he had envisioned. He didn’t answer either of them or tell them about his plans, but one look at his face and his brothers knew. They both shared a look as their absolutely smitten older brother went to grab the ball.

[ellecdc]

Hiii congrats on your new job, we love a employed queen 🙌. I hope I’m not bothering you with requests my marauders brainrot is taking over. Could I please perhaps request headcannons and whatnot about the boys as dads, individually and/or the different polys you write for? If that’s alright, your latest fic brought this on I suppose 😭. Bye bye now lovely, enjoy your dayyy

marauders brain rot is taking over for me too babes, no worries.

James:

cries constantly. baby is upset? he's crying. baby is adorable? he's crying. baby learns something new? James is crying.

tummy time is daddy time because James is on his stomach in front of the baby too - his partner will make jokes saying that James and their five month old are working on their gross motor skills together

loves playing pretend; get's in arguments with the child if he doesn't think they're imagining 'properly' (his partner has to scold James for ruining the fun)

the dad-friend; kids will run up to the door to ask if your kid and James can come outside to play - plays manhunt, nickie nine-doors houses with the kids, is the best dad to go trick-or-treating with, his kids friends come over to hangout with his kids and him

cries at every single milestone: first steps, first word, birthdays, plays/awards or recitals or sports games etc, graduations, first dates, school dances etc

begs his partner the second his kids move out for more (regardless of how old they are at that point) "we can adopt! yeah? what about foster - why don't foster kids? please?!"

then he becomes a grandpa and the whole damn thing starts all over again

Sirius:

I see Sirius as a bit of a worrier - constantly in his head about what he's doing, if he's doing it right, if he's being a good enough dad, etc etc

stuck like glue to the kid the second they're born - takes night time feedings and every diaper change because he doesn't want to be absent like his dad (and maybe mother? probably had nannies in muggle AU or relied on Kreacher for child rearing) -> Sirius wants to be there for it all; he wants his child to know that their dad was there

does stuff with the kid that's a little too old for them lol - five month old wearing a leather jacket, buys a motorcycle helmet for a 1.5 year old (partner had none of it!), buys them their first bike at 3, etc

BUT then....as the child get's older - refuses to believe that they're that old. "a cellphone?! what do you need a cellphone for!? you're seven!" "dad, I'm 13." "since when!?!?!?"

definitely wants his kids to learn how to play an instrument (he doesn't even care which instrument; he just wants to share his love of music with them!) but doesn't want it to be a chore/burden like learning the piano was for him and Reggie (and many children world wide lol), so gently encourages through out their whole life and buys them any instrument they're interested in and let's them change their minds 700 times (even though it breaks his heart a little bit each time)

pretends not to cry when he sends them off to school (in kindergarten or college in muggle AU or Hogwarts)

cheers the loudest and most obnoxiously at all sports games/recitals/awards etc even if he has no fucking clue what's going on (OMG, I just thought - I used to work at a dance studio and he was be the best fucking dance dad!!!!!)

known as the cool/hot dad amongst his kids' friends

Remus:

so incredibly freaked that something this small and perfect could possibly exist - moves in slow motion for the first month of the babies life because he's afraid of dropping it or shaking it unintentionally

talks to the infant like it's a regular person/adult; running joke in the family (i.e., friend group) that the baby won't have a first word - they'll just one day start stringing full sentences

swears constantly in front of the kid - one of their first words is fuck which Sirius and James find hilarious and never let Remus forget it (and they actively encourage the kid to continue it too because they love to see Remus sweat every time it happens)

insists the kids know how to play outside and get dirty - (jokingly) admonishes them if they come inside after playing and don't have dirt under their finger nails.

loves to build forts (inside and outside) and I could see him liking to hike with the kids (nothing huge, but down to streams and such), teaches them to catch (and release) frogs, bugs, etc, they take pictures of bugs they find on their walks so they can look them up when they get home

reading, arts and crafts, paintings, etc

keeps every single painting and drawing they've ever made - keeps them in a filing cabinet organized by child, age, and type

if James is the fun dad, Remus is the chill dad; all the kids in the family go to him for advice, if they are in trouble (e.g., need a ride from a party that their parents don't know about), to complain about their own parents

never not telling the kids how much he loves them and how proud he is of them

Regulus:

runs immediately to James and Sirius for advice - does not want to be an apathetic parent

deep anxiety/lots of overthinking

very gentle and delicate with his babies - afraid of hurting them and finds them to be just the most precious little things...like they're sacred and need to be handled with the utmost care

keke & I headcanoned that his partner would often find him in the middle of the night playing the piano quietly with the baby laying on top of the piano to feel the calming vibrations if he got up with them

reads baby books and parenting books front to back like they're novels - takes notes, highlights, stickie notes etc

LOVES STRUCTURE - routine is so important to Regulus as a dad; his friends end up needing to learn his child's schedule in order to ever see Regulus

his kids may find him to be a bit more strict, but he's also a bit of a pushover; will buy his kids whatever they want - his partner ends up having to yell at him and tell him that he's going to raise spoiled brats....he buys them a diamond tennis bracelet to make up for it

works really, really hard to be different than his parents; Sirius tells him constantly that he's doing a very good job of it (and they both pretend that Reg doesn't cry about it)

Barty:

had a bit of a chat about this in this post, but basically...

the most hands on and involved dad to ever walk the earth - will not go to any place that isn't child friendly or catered to children

the most proud of everything that his kid does: sits up on their own? can hold their head up? holding a fork? knocks over a block tower? can point to their nose? He's fucking celebrating, like, throwing a party over it

I could see him being like an instagram dad - constantly taking pictures and bragging about how awesome/smart/cute/perfect his kid is (but his partner had to tell Barty to stop telling other parents that this meant their kids were inferior to his......even if they were)

get's faaaarrrrrr tooo involved with playtime, one of my mutuals made some really sweet comments on the post linked above that I might turn into a quick blurb

cannot for the life of him be bad cop - he thinks everything his kids do is awesome/spectacular (even the bad stuff) -> tries to play it cool in front of his partner/co-parent but will absolutely fold the second they leave or the kid's lower lip wobbles or the give him those doe eyes

most hated parent on the PTA [parent teachers association] but volunteers for everything - every school field trip, every bake sale etc

fucking ridiculous when his kids start dating - no one is good enough for them, pouty when the kids want to spend an evening or whatnot with their new fling instead of him

takes it as a personal offence (or at least acts like it) when the kids move out/go to college

what do you all think? any other head canons I should add to this list?

[yuurei20]

Lilia Facts Part 56: Lilia and Malleus (pt3)

It is possible that Lilia lied to Malleus about where Silver was found: Malleus asks him directly and Lilia responds that he found the infant in the Tenebrous Wood, while out for a stroll, a place filled with direbeasts and carnivorous creatures.

Malleus seems suspicious but Lilia says, “I just happened to be going that way, honest.”

But Silver sees Lila go to the Verdurous Moor and Castle Wildrose, which is where Lilia truly found him.

Silver observes a scene from the past shortly after Lilia found him where Malleus visits Lilia in their cottage.

Malleus is less than delighted by the infant (“What is this strange creature? It looks like a hairless monkey…You call this adorable?”), but Lilia leaves the two alone to go shopping, despite Malleus’ concern that he might break it by touching it.

Later in Book 7, during their journey to save the unborn Malleus, Lilia tries to sacrifice himself and send Silver away with the egg.

Silver speculates that Malleus is incapable of interfering in Lilia’s dream because it is from before he was born, which is why he has not appeared.

While we still do not know the details of Malleus’ unique magic, this might be the case: directly after Malleus’ birth Malleus is able to appear, despite having no memory of the incidents unfolding, as the events are now taking place during the same time that he himself existed.

Malleus said that he never knew that Lilia used his life to save Malleus’ own, blaming the “doddering old fools” in the senate for treating Lilia so poorly and his grandmother for keeping such a secret from him.

Lilia explains that he asked Maleficia to keep the secret so that Malleus would not feel indebted to him.

Malleus says that there is no need for Lilia to suffer any more pain, offering a dream where Maleanor and Raverne are alive, or where he is living quietly with Silver. Lilia wakes up completely and Malleus is not amused.

Lilia immediately calls for a retreat and Malleus observes, “Playing tag now, are we? How many decades has it been since l've played such games with you? We have all the time in the world, so let’s enjoy this.”

Lilia says he will distract Malleus to allow Silver and the others time to escape, (“I'm an old hand at dealing with Malleus's temper tantrums,”) explaining that Malleus would never do him any lasting damage because he is a kind soul incapable of cruelty, much like his father.

[harzilla]

*slaps hand on table*

Tell me about your Yuusona. Your twst protag. I love seeing people's ideas and concepts. Are they just you? That's awesome! Are they twisted from a Disney character? Sweet! Are they your way to work through your trauma? More power to you!

One of my favorites is @ilmacore 's Maria. Blessed adorable abuelita Yuu.

I have four currently rolling around in my head. Each one is based on a type of genre.

The first is chubby!Yuu, the shoujo/magical girl type. My darling lil chubby gal who is another member of the sunshine team. The best damn support these boys will have. Her nickname from Floyd would be capybara(I originally had it as manatee but capybara fits her more because she's genuinely nice and tries to get along with everybody). I see her wearing a lot of cottage core, florals, etc... soft feminine clothing. Her ending would have her finding a way back home but being able to travel back and forth between Twst and her home world. You can guess which boy(or boys) might have a crush on her based on these pics.

The next one I call punk!Yuu. The one who fits the shonen archetype. Had a shitty life growing up and was a homeless teen. They ended up in Twst after dying from being hit by a car. Most likely to throw hands for pissing them off. Floyd calls them pistol shrimp. Climbed on and smashed the head of an overblot. Threw Jade at Floyd during book 2's investigation. Protective of those they care about. Lots of piercing and punk style clothing. My favorite ship with them is actually Riddle. Very opposites attract situation. But they have a lot in common(Yuu's father was a worse version of Riddle's mother) Yuu teaches Riddle to live life more freely, and Riddle teaches them to be less rebellious. This Yuu stays in Twst when they find out the truth of how they got there because they're genuinely happier then they ever were back home.

The third Yuu is adopted!Yuu. The one from my previous musings. A Yuu that fits the reincarnated! Archetype. This Yuu originally died in the bad ending timeline where Yuu overblots and becomes a calamity class monster who destroys the world. They were given a second chance at life when they finally died in the first timeline. They reincarnated as an infant and was adopted by Crowley. This Yuu is fairly mellow, when asked why they did something the answer is just they felt like it, but is also good at pulling at Crowley's strings to get what they want. They have a preference for loose, casual clothing. Preferring to wear things like oversized t-shirts and hoodies. Their ending is they almost repeat the calamity when their past life memories begin to overtake their current life after all the overblots including Grim's. But the difference is the previous life Yuu has nobody, but this Yuu has their friends, Grim, and Crowley to save them.

The fourth Yuu I call Author!Yuu. They're pretty much a Yuu who gained so much magical power they became the equivalent of a god. Because they were the first anomaly, they don't age at all and have lived thousands of years accumulating magic and knowledge, even out living Malleus. Their life is lonely and they actually don't want to see another person end up like them. Their magic allows them to manipulate the timelines within a certain limitation. They can't rewrite timelines completely, but they figure out a loophole by finding the alternate versions of themselves they think will give the best outcome for the "story" of the world. This Yuu is the one who figured out the precognitive dreams system to help each Yuu out. This version of Yuu exists in a world where ALL the stories of Twst are true. Fanfics, fanart, game, manga, novel, etc... every story is its own world and this Yuu records every one of them within their great library. Every book in the library of their soul is a story somebody has written about the world of Twst.

So, tell me more about your Yuus.

[alexiethymia]

a flower by any other name would taste as poisonous

A butterfly flaps its wings and a hurricane happens in a far-off place. 

In this case an old eunuch decides to take a different route from his usual one. It takes him by the Garnet Palace, where he’s just in time to stop a loving attendant from feeding an infant a spoonful of honey. Sufficiently warned, the attendant never bears the crushing weight of guilt for the rest of her life. 

The infant still dies though. It’s nothing surprising. Infants before a certain age would always be vulnerable and susceptible to natural illnesses. It is no one’s fault. 

If the child still died though, what did this change? Surprisingly, a lot. 

Eight years later a boy is crying after having a favorite toy taken from him once again. 

A girl, merely a year younger than him, asks him in a dispassionate tone where it hurts. 

Startled, the boy stops crying. Eyes shining, he looks at this girl who resembles a wood sorrel and decides she’s his new favorite. 

How is it that those two seemingly random encounters could lead to this particular scene, one resembling a painting?

On one side, an existence like a celestial nymph, voice of sweet honey, a beauty that could topple nations if he so wished.

One would think that no one could compare, and yet the beauty on the other side was not overshadowed. She was a vision no less stunning for she was once known as a top courtesan of the pleasure district. 

It was perhaps fortunate that no one was a witness to this display for no one could hope to count how many hapless victims would be felled by such visions of loveliness. 

As to what these beauties were doing, no one could have guessed for in between them stood a single Go board.

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“I must admit that while I was expecting a visit from his Imperial highness soon, I didn’t think it would be for this.”

The celestial nymph flushed. 

“Apologies for taking some of your precious time, Feng Xian-dono.”

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The unfettered beauty took her time deciding her next move. The man who was also called Jinshi did not fool himself into thinking it was because he was a worthy opponent. Although he was used to using his excellent looks as a weapon, why is it that before this woman he felt as if he were merely a mouse being played with? A finely sculpted brow conveyed enough with one gesture. He felt as if he were playing two games at the same time.

“And? What is so important that the Prince of the Moon felt the need to risk Lakan’s wrath to come here? Why, you even roped Lahan into this plan of yours.” The cold beauty didn’t smile but he had a sense that she was amused.

Jinshi wondered. Did he rope Lahan or did that miser rope him? It didn’t matter. Shaking his head, he hoped he was equally composed when he answered, “I must admit it was that esteemed personage’s recommendation that sent me your way. Aside from him, only you could fight on equal ground with our honored strategist.”

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Seemingly bored but only just, such that she could not be accused of disrespecting him, his opponent continued her queries, “And? Surely, you don’t hope to best that girl at a game of Go? She has utterly no interest at the game. It’s a wonder if she takes after us at all. I often wonder how she came to be so uncute, though of course Lakan would disagree.”

Jinshi would as well. Or to be more accurate, he both agreed and disagreed. While that girl was often distant, on the whole he could not help but find her adorable.

And from the shadow of a smile he could spy on his opponent’s face, he gathered that she was much the same, and could only dote on her daughter in this roundabout way. Although parent and child both claimed no similarity, he thought in this manner you could not doubt their familial tie.

Likewise with her father, though she only had disdain for the man (not that it would stop that eccentric’s entreaties to be called Papa from happening, thought Jinshi with a shiver). He’ll leave it up to Gaoshun to commiserate. 

That wary cat only showed affection for her honored grand uncle. In much the same way, as much as she protested, she and her sire were a lot alike. There was also their utter disinterest in anyone ordinary and unexceptional.

Like him.

Any other family would have accepted just by virtue of who he was. But it mattered not to this particular family who cared not for prestige or power. This family was content to keep to itself and occupied with its members’ various obsessions. Rather than consider it an honor to be connected to the noble line of the rulers of this nation, Jinshi thought that Lakan rather saw him as some annoying fly. 

And for that annoying fly to not only buzz around his beloved daughter but also to dare be in the proximity of his beloved wife, the only two people that eccentric fawned over and adored with all his heart, ah surely this was a perilous gamble indeed. 

But for an ordinary person like Jinshi, no Ka Zui Getsu, this was the only thing he could do.

Ironic that when he wanted it most, he could not rely on this excellent appearance of his, the only thing extraordinary about him. This family cared not a whit for that. At first he had wondered why that apothecary continued to be unaffected by him, but to have someone like this for a mother, he realizes she must have already been bored by the sight. (She had actually scoffed at him after they had seen each other once again in the rear palace.)

It left him scrambling, but also strangely relieved. 

“It’s not that I want to best her. At most I hope to be on equal footing.” Slightly abashed, he shakes his head. “In truth, it is our honored strategist whom I wish to have a match with. Though it may be impossible, the Sage tells me my best hope lie with the only person to have bested the Grand Commandant more times than even him.” 

Seemingly intrigued if the slight lifting of one brow indicated such, the once courtesan inquired, “Oh? And to what end if I may ask?”

How to answer.

Grappling with something in himself, Jinshi finally admitted, “Merely to be acknowledged, I suppose. To be seen and recognized.”

To be accepted. 

By whom, his companion seemed content not to ask if the curl of her mouth was any indication.

Maomao had often complained (though she would deny it with a blank look if asked) in a bland tone that she thought she must surely be adopted by the one she called father, for surely she had no resemblance to this beauty in front of him. Chicken bones she called herself. (Incidentally, she was adamant that she was not ugly enough to be related to the fox. She was, in her own view, perfectly normal. Jinshi almost spat out his tea upon hearing this if only it wasn’t unbefitting his station.) 

But seeing what could pass for an amused look on this normally expressionless face, Jinshi for the first time in front of another great beauty, blushed for he could only see traces of the one he yearned for in this visage. 

Truly, they were mother and daughter indeed. 

He was caught in a daydream of a scene years into the future, with Maomao dressed in such finery, of when he could finally lavish her with all his attentions as he pleased. 

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The harsh clack of the Go stones brought him back from his musings and his attention onto the board. Upon seeing how he was completely dominated, he let out a deep sigh. 

“A long way to go, your highness.”

As if echoing his thoughts, an imperious voice declared his resounding defeat. If not for the twinkle in her eye he could detect, he would no doubt feel as if he was not even worth the heel of her shoe, never mind that he was the current Imperial heir. Distantly, he wonders if this was the sight that bewitched and entrapped that eccentric so long ago. 

Privately laughing at his own folly, he decides he was no better for it was the same look from that tiny wood sorrel that sealed his fate. Flowers could heal, but they could also be poisonous. He knew better than most. No matter. Regardless of the outcome, he would swallow her whole.

Truly there was a long way to go before he could turn that dream into anything close to reality. He doesn’t mind tasting defeat again and again for the chance of victory one day. 

Once more, he resets the board.

notes:

Jinshi and the Imperial brother are still switched at birth so he still doesn’t know who he really is.

The imperial brother still dies in infancy but not so soon after his birth. Since Luomen manages to stop the honey incident, the tragedy with Aduo’s head maidservant doesn’t happen later on. He doesn’t get punished nor does he get driven out.

Because he doesn’t get driven out, Lakan isn’t pressured into a military expedition to reclaim the honor of the family. He manages to redeem Feng Xian immediately.

Lakan still somehow ends up the head since his younger brother doesn’t really see himself suited to the position. He still ends up taking the headship from his father probably because Feng Xian was insulted or something and he wants to spoil her. His father and sister-in-law probably still end up leaving on their own like in the original timeline rather than being driven away. One way or another, Maomao, Rahan and Rahan-nii end up being raised together.

Maomao is still the same. Sure, she’s raised as a noble lady but she still spends half of her life at the pleasure district with Feng Xian, her sisters and penny-pinching granny. I doubt Lakan would stop them since this isn’t a conventional family after all.

Luomen probably sneaks in town undercover to still be an apothecary for those who might need it most, with Maomao accompanying him.

Since Maomao is raised as a noble, one way or another she ends up as Jinshi’s playmate. Of course, Jinshi still ends up attached. And of course Lakan puts a stop to it as soon as he can. It doesn’t have anything to do with any political maneuvering. He’s just an overprotective papa.

Maomao still ends up in the rear palace, this time as Luomen’s apprentice so of course she ends up crossing paths with Jinshi once again when they’re older.

And so the adventures of the young prince and apothecary still continue, fates still intertwined.

[superblysubpar]

Dad Steve Options

- dad steve wants to/asks to baby wear his little infant girl and it's just about the fuckin most adorable thing. Maybe he goes out on the town doing something domesticated with her strapped to his chest. 🫠

- his kiddo (boy or girl) plays basketball and he's all mushy proud dad at their first game (esp bc he knows what it's like to play with no one in the stands) 🏀

- dad Steve has a daughter and she asks him to her schools father daughter dance 🤵

- dad Steve gets heart eyes at you just after you give birth and are a trash mess in the hospital (and/or other first time mom things that are otherwise not glamorous but he's just so amazed. 🤱

dad!steve harrington x mom!fem! reader

a How Sweet It Is story

Summary: It's hard to stay mad at Steve when he's just being a good husband and dad | even if a fic is not marked 18+, my blog is

Warnings: reader is pregnant

3.6k words

Winter, 1996:

The house was in chaos, but what else is new? 

Steve can't even keep track of what day of the week it is, so it was a very real possibility (or entirely one hundred percent a fact) that he forgot to change the wet clothes from the washing machine into the dryer last night.

Normally, not a big deal - he'd rewash it or he'd smell test and toss it in the dryer anyways. However, this load was important because it had the basketball jersey in it.

The basketball jersey his daughter is supposed to wear in less than a half hour for her game. 

"Dad! Where's my jersey? You said you washed it right?"

The basketball jersey said daughter is screaming down the hall for. 

"Oh shit," he whispers before realizing the little lady who barely comes up to his hip is standing next to him as he carefully pulls another daughter from her crib. 

The noise of her sucking in a deep breath alerts him of her presence. Watching out of the corner of his eyes as she rocks back on her heels and chirps out happily, repeating it back to him, "Oh, shit!"

He spins to face her quickly, hand on the back of the sleeping one year old cradled against his chest, "No, no, no Liv, baby don't-"

"Shit!" She laughs as she repeats it again, happy to have her dad’s attention on her.

"Dad!" Nora shrieks down the hall and he groans.

When did the "dy" get removed? Why don't fathers get notified? Have ample time to prepare from being called Daddy lovingly by their baby girl to Dad like they’re public enemy number one suddenly. 

He calls out, squeezing his eyes shut, "Nora, sweetie I forgot-"

"Folded on the counter in the bathroom!" your voice echoes up the stairs, interrupting the meltdown that was about to occur. You are a saint and his shoulders fall down with relief as Nora shouts back a thank you - much too loud, but he’ll take the win. 

He watches Liv untangle her braids absentmindedly and she sings "Shit!" again as they walk out into the hall.

Grace gasps from the bottom of the stairs, "Mommy! Liv said shit!"

"Grace, don't repe-"

"She what?"

Steve groans again, his permanent state lately, as he makes his way down the stairs one at a time, his jeans in the firm grasp of his three year old as she takes her time. Julie stirs in his arms, that furrow of her eyebrows deepening and tiny fists forming from all the yelling. 

God, please don’t wake up and start screaming. Steve pleads down the stairs with the one who can maybe understand him, "Grace, baby, she doesn't know it's a bad word yet okay? She doesn't-"

"Shit!" Liv hops off the stairs from the second to last one, grinning proudly at you.

Steve closes his eyes and peeks them open as he takes the last step to see you trying not to smile.

"Liv, sweetie, bad word don't repeat," you squat with your arm outstretched for her and groan the whole way down and wince when she slams into you with a giggle.

Steve's nerves on high alert as your face scrunches in pain, "What? What's wrong? Are you okay? What hurts?"

Your laugh is loud as you look up at him, rolling your eyes. You slip on Liv's shoes as Grace uses your shoulder to balance while she gets her own on. Grace manages to trap some of your hair between her fingers as she tugs and he watches you physically fight off the wince that wants to come out as you huff, "Steve, I'm fine. I have a doctor’s appointment nex-”

“Yeah, not till next week. You should stay home and-”

Fury burning in your eyes towards him as you frown, “I’m not missing her game Steve.”

He swallows and nods. He totally understands, it’s the championship game. Nora’s first season. He’d literally have to be bleeding out to miss it, and even then he’d probably fight you on it. But this - you - it’s different. 

This pregnancy is so unlike the others already, your symptoms much worse and far quicker than the other four and he felt guilty and more worried than usual. However, the main feeling buzzing through his body is absolutely fear. Your mood towards him has been far more on the ‘you did this to me and I hate you’ side of the spectrum than the ‘wow I can’t believe we’re having another one’ he was normally used to. All of which has him convinced it’s a boy this time. Destined to be a pain in the ass just like his father. Or worse, it could be another daughter, but one who comes out calling him dad immediately with disdain dripping from her lips while she sneaks out of her window to go sleep with-

Nora’s feet slamming on the steps pulls him out of his spiral and he turns, a wide smile pulling at his lips. Decked out in green and orange, bright green glasses to match and her dark brown curls in a ponytail, she beams at him. 

He raises his hand and pretends to snap a picture and she poses, sticking her tongue out just like Uncle Eddie and he laughs. 

She jumps down the last few steps and as Steve bends to kiss the top of her head, Nora ducks to kiss Julie on the forehead softly. As Steve stands up, brushing a stray baby hair that fell from Nora’s headband, she peers up at him looking like his little girl and an adult all at the same time as she asks, “Ready to watch me kick some Cougar’s butts?”

He laughs and Grace cheers, causing Liv to join in and run around in a circle whooping and tugging on your jeans. Your hand falls to your stomach, not really showing at all yet, but your habit of resting it there from past pregnancies already returning. You smile at your daughters before making eye contact with him, nodding towards the front door with a roll of your eyes, “Well what are we waiting for? Time to go watch the best team in Indiana!”

“Steve, come on, I can just hold her,” you huff as you lean against the car, watching Robin push Grace and Liv on the swings across the parking lot.

“Baby, just-ouch!” buckle pinching his fingers again and he grits through his teeth, “This way we both have free hands,” he grins as it clicks together and he tugs harshly, making sure it’s secure before he motions with his fingers for her to hand over Julie. His youngest, who’s now awake and happily munching on her own hand as she peers at him with big brown eyes. 

You smile, kissing the top of her head, not releasing her and looking out the corner of your eye, “You look like such a dork.”

“Ah, but an efficient dork. This way my hands are free for foam fingers and popcorn. Plus it’s practice. What’s gonna happen when it’s park day and we have two that can’t walk and one of us is at work?” he snaps the band over his shoulder with a grin and raises his eyebrows.

You snort and he reaches for Julie, she squirms and shrieks, kicking her legs like it’s a fun game as he tries to place her in the opening. Steve mumbles, “Jules, come on now-”

“Would you like some help?” you ask with your arms crossed, hiding your amusement as he huffs and nods. 

Julie reaches for you again as you help tuck her legs in, her back to Steve’s chest. Her shriek breaks his ear drums as you pretend to bite the air around her, chasing her hands and pressing your nose into hers. 

Eyes sparkling as you look up at him from under your lashes, hair blowing lightly in the wind Steve was sure if you weren’t already pregnant he’d ask you for another one right then and there. 

Snorting, you stand up and raise your eyebrows at him and he feels the heat blooming under his skin as he asks, “What?”

You laugh, pointing an accusing finger in his face that Julie makes quick work to grab onto as you scold, “You’re giving me your baby eyes!”

“I-what?” Damn, you were good. Steve looks up at the sky, hands on his hips, “You’re ridiculous. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He starts to walk away, turning to reach out his hand, “Look at that,” yours slips into his and he squeezes, kissing the top of Julie’s head, “Another benefit to free hands.”

“Yes, I suppose that’s a fair argument,” you squeeze it back, locking eyes with him as you step closer to the playground. Your thumb rubs against the back of his knuckles, “I’m sorry I’ve been so awful lately.”

He stops you, hands reaching up to cup your cheeks and he shakes his head, “Woah, woah, woah, who said anything about you being awful?”

You roll your eyes, leaning into one of his palms and kiss his wrist, ready to protest when Robin interrupts.

“Hey! Lovebirds! If you’re done making googly eyes at each other, I think we have a very important game to get to!”

Steve sighs and you smile, stepping onto your toes to kiss his cheek and letting his hands hover in your absence as you start towards the girls. 

Robin hangs back until Steve catches up, yanking his arm harshly, “I cannot believe you.”

“Hi Robin, I missed you too,” Steve rips his arm out of her grip and frowns. 

She pokes at him, walking backwards with a hiss, “Did you really get her pregnant again?”

Steve stops, mouth dropping open and Robin groans, “Steve, you’re actually disgusting. Can you not keep it in your pants? I mean, my god, you just had this cutie,” she tickles Julie’s cheeks as she reaches for her and Robin raises her eyebrows, snapping the band of the pack as he had just done, “Dork.”

He rubs at his temple, “Will you -first of all, Y/N hasn’t even been to the doctor yet, so will you just cool it? The girls don’t know and actually, why am I even telling you?!” he throws his hands up, “You probably already know since you have a wire tap into my house or some shit.”

Robin snorts, turning back around, “No Stevie, you’re just very, very…” she flutters her fingers around, eyes scrunching before snapping, “Predictable?”

Annoyed at her use of the nickname and ready to argue with her, he’s interrupted when you turn with both girls' hands in yours to look over your shoulder and you frown. Any sweet moment the two of you just shared over as you scold, “Steve! Did you just tell her?!”

Steve holds up his hands, eyes widening, “No, no, no, I-”

You narrow your eyes and his voice squeaks, “She guessed!” he hits Robin’s shoulder with the back of his hand, “Right? You guessed. Tell her that I didn’t tell you.”

“Ouch,” Robin hisses and then shrugs, enjoying the game, “I don’t know, did I guess Steve? Or did you just confirm a suspicion?”

Steve can see the steam coming out of your ears and Robin winces, hands motioning just like Steve’s, “No really, I did guess. Not his fault. Can I get you a pretzel? How about a Sprite? You look beautiful today, doesn’t she, Steve?”

You roll your eyes and walk away with the girls and Steve’s shoulders slump, and Robin pat his arm, whispering as they trailed in behind you, “What the hell did you do to her?”

He looks at the back of your head and then at Robin and shrugs before whispering, “I don’t know, but I think a mini version of myself is coming out this time.”

Robin shivers, making a gagging noise, “Ew, gross, don’t say-”

“Aunt Robin!” Nora shouts, waving wildly from her spot on the bench. 

Robin screams, waving just as frantically and holds up two thumbs before blowing a kiss that Nora jumps up to catch. 

As you sit, Liv wastes no time, crawling onto you, her foot digging into your stomach as she maneuvers to a comfy yet restless position and Steve winces, “Baby, why don’t you come sit on Aunt Robin’s lap?”

You frown, “Steve, I’m fine,” but Liv is already crawling across your lap and into Robin’s who takes her arms and waves them and gets her shouting for Nora too. Grace standing on the bleacher next to her, holding up a sign decked out in glitter that’s raining on the people in front of her as she waves it back and forth too quickly. 

You’re on your feet suddenly, making your way past him and he grabs your wrist, “Wait, where are you going?”

Glaring at him, you remove your wrist, “To go get a Ginger-ale.”

He starts to stand, “Are you not feeling good? I can get it, you sit and-”

“Steve, I also have to pee, are you going to do that for me too?”

He sits, pulling his cheek in and nods once, “Right. Have fu-good lu-” he closes his eyes and shakes his head and nods again as you leave the stands. 

Robin whistles, “Dude, this is bad. I haven’t seen you this frazzled since before you started dating.”

Steve slumps against Robin, forehead to her shoulder, “I don’t know if she’s actually pissed or it’s just the-” his voice drops quieter, “hormones, or-”

Liv spins in her lap and pulls at his cheek and he smiles until she grins back and shouts, “Pissed!”

Grace gasps, “Daddy! Liv just said-”

Steve straightens, finger pointing at her, “I know! Don’t repeat it!” he boops Liv’s nose, “Not a good word. Don’t repeat.”

Liv grins, opening her mouth and before she can say it again, Robin blows a raspberry into her neck, distracting her in perfect time to you climbing the stairs with Dustin and Eddie behind you. 

Julie has a hold of his fingers and you smirk, “So much for free hands.”

Dustin stops in front of him, “You look like a mega dork.”

Steve pushes the bill of his hat down, “Takes one to know one.”

Eddie and Dustin plop in the now vacant and completely littered in green and orange glitter spots in front of you and Liv climbs from Robin’s lap onto Eddie’s shoulders. Dangling, her face upside down in front of his, she beams and shouts, “Shit!”

Eddie laughs but quickly covers it up with a cough, “Well, that’s a new word,” he looks over his shoulder at you and grins, “For the record, I was not the one to teach that one to her.” He pulls her forward until she’s balancing a foot on each of their thighs and beaming back at you.

Sighing, you shake your head, “Nope that one was all Steve.”

Liv chooses then to repeat her other new word and Steve hides his face in Julie’s hair. Grace gasps again, “Mommy, did you hear-”

It’s extremely hard to stay mad at Steve Harrington. 

Not a new realization, in fact it’s something you’ve been highly aware of since the day you met. One look at his stupidly adoring face and anger just seemed to dissolve from you. So, today was no different of course. 

The way he nudged his knee against yours when you returned to the stands, a silent ‘we’re okay, right?’, his sudden jump up when Nora got the ball and he shouted, “Elbow, baby, keep your elbow in!” and his fist pump as the ball swished into the net. The stupid ( and fine, very logical) baby carrier that shouldn’t look good on him but did. The way he handed Julie off to you so he could race down the stairs and catch Nora who jumped into his arms as he spun her shouting something about pizza for everybody. 

It was all so incredibly and unfairly endearing. And it’s not like you were actually mad at him. You couldn’t wait to have another baby with him. No, the problem is that once Steve finds out, he’s not going to let you out of bed, out of his sight or allow you to do a single thing for yourself. Because you know that’s how he was with the other four and this will be worse, you just know it.  

Having four girls is already a lot of work. His promotion at work and your job keep you both busy aside from being parents. He already insists on doing most of the chores since you work longer hours some nights. But it’s chaotic. Both of you forget loads of laundry, leave dishes in the sink, and you get take out far too many nights because the thought of cooking is too much. What’s going to happen when he finds out? When it’s already chaos and you’re helping, how much worse is it going to get when he refuses to let you do anything?

So, when he insists on getting up at dinner to go get you another slice and go refill the girls drinks and his pizza sits cold and uneaten in front of him you snap, “Steve! Stop it!”

The table falls silent, a thing you actually thought impossible for your family. Even Julie, her pacifier placating her into silence. The arcade game’s dings and whistles are the only sound for what feels like forever before you blow out your breath and push back from the table. Mumbling some sort of an apology and you step outside taking a breath of fresh air. 

Though your vision is blurry, you can see through the front windows that they’re all trying and failing to look busy instead of watching you, and Steve is outside and in your space because of course he followed you immediately. 

“Baby, you gotta tell me what’s going on. Hey, come on,” he cradles your cheeks, thumbs brushing over them and wiping your tears as his forehead presses to yours, glasses sliding down his nose. 

“So-sorry,” you hiccup, hands tightening on his forearms and squeezing. 

“Will you stop apologizing? It’s my fault and I know we talked about it, but maybe you don’t want this fifth one and-”

“Steve, please stop. You have to…” you take a step away from him and wipe at your cheeks and cross your arms, “I need you to listen. Really listen. Let me get it all out before you go into overprotective hero mode okay?”

He grimaces, “That is not making me feel better, babe.” His shoulders relax at your raised eyebrows and he nods, leaning against the window, raising his right hand with a small smile, “I promise, okay?”

Taking a deep breath, you start pacing in front of him, “I love you. So much. And I love our family. It’s chaos, but it’s our chaos, you know? And, seriously, I love you, but you have to let me do things for myself and trust that I know my body and my limits because, Steve,” your hands are in your hair as your eyes stay focused on the sidewalk, “It’s already hard to stay on top of stuff when I do help. So I need to hear you say it.”

He straightens, eyebrows furrowed and you reach forward on instinct to soften the wrinkles with your fingers just like you do for the girls as he asks, “Say what?”

“That you promise to let me help. That unless I ask for help or to not do something, that I can…” you wave your hands around, “That I can go get my own slice of pizza. That we both help with the girls, that-”

He nods, hands finding yours, “Okay, I promise.”

He leans in to kiss you, nose pressing into your cheek and lips hovering over yours as you sigh, “Thank you, but there’s one more thing?”

His lips twitch up on one side, “Yeah? Do I need to start using a swear jar?”

Blowing out your breath in a shaky laugh, you watch his eyes carefully as you whisper, “Remember how you said you wanted six kids?”

He smiles against your lips, not fully listening you’re sure, since this is the closest you’ve been in weeks but he nods. Swallowing and licking his lips as he presses closer to you. 

“Well, uh, about that,” his hands find your cheeks as you push through it, “We’re having twins.”

Steve’s thumbs freeze, his shoulders tense and his gulp is audible, “Wh-what?”

You shrug, biting your lip as your vision turns blurry from more tears, “Surprise?”

His arms move around your waist and before you can say anything else he’s holding you up, your toes barely touching the ground as he laughs through his own tears and kisses you. Breathless and kissing all over your face as he spins you around and the door opens, the girls running out, Julie in Nora’s arms and Grace holding Liv’s hand. 

Nora cocks her head to the side, a mirror image of Steve as she frowns, “What’s going on? Why are you crying?”

Steve’s behind you, head pressed into your neck as you laugh and wipe at your eyes, holding up two fingers, “Well, mom’s having two babies!”

Shouting and running around in circles and kisses on every cheek you can find as they all celebrate loudly and are filled with too much energy for such small bodies. Steve doesn’t remove his arms from around your waist, squeezing you lightly and laughing into your shoulder as Liv yells, “Shit!” again. 

It’s chaos. But what else is new?

Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you thought, and I hope you consider reblogging my work to get it circulated to new readers - thanks for being here 💛

[avalentina]

Welcome To Football Baby Girl

NewDad!Christian x Goalkeeper!reader

Just a little thing I had the urge to type out while watching Serie A today and seeing another player carrying their little "player escort" out onto the pitch

This takes place in the Fiance!Christian x Goalkeeper!reader universe I'm writing currently.

Reader wears the No. 1 for the Inter Milan Women and the USWNT

Word count: 329 (it just made me smile ok)

ENJOY! -Ava

Warnings: None (I think), I guess implied p in v (they have a daughter), mild teasing (poking fun at Weston and Tim)

You and Christian welcomed your first child just over twelve weeks ago, a sweet baby girl and he is obsessed. Just as she is very much a ‘Daddy’s Girl’. You and him have been talking about doing her first major social appearance with each of you and after doing some looking into things Christian made a suggestion, “What about dressing her tiny little self up in a onesie version of a team's kit and having her be our escort? Theo did it with his son against Lecce and it was adorable. The press and fans on both sides loved it.”

“Don't you guys have a Juventus game coming up?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Then at least we can doll her up in a McKennie kit. She did cling to Wes when he came in to meet her. She wasn't a big fan of Tim though.”

“Poor Tim. Wes will get a kick out of that though and probably get her a new one every time she outgrows it. You know that right?”

“Yep. And when I battle AC next we'll put her in yours.”

Christian smiles wide, having an even better idea.

“We need to find infant keeper gloves. I've got the derby on the 22nd.”

“Fuck, that's right. But only the keeper's escort wears the keeper kit.”

“I’ll take care of it. I'll get myself maneuvered next to Mike and swap him for the anthem. He'll love it.”

“Let's put Pulisic on the back and see if anyone spots it.”

“I have to say, I'm so happy you decided to use it in matches.”

“Why wouldn't I tie myself to ‘Captain America' in yet another way?”

Christian gives a smiling “mhmm” before kissing you senseless and hoisting you up onto the counter, stepping between your legs and just starts sliding a hand lower when you're interrupted by the baby monitor app crackling to life.

“Looks like Chelsea's awake.” You say before heading upstairs to get her. Christian following close behind.

Feedback Appreciated. This is the first of hopefully many that will be posted for Christian. It technically takes place after they officially tie the knot so I hope you liked that little bit.

Hope you enjoyed!

-Ava

[juno-box]

call me a loser but I love hyper-analyzing smallish details in this series.

So here's me rambling about David Garcia <3

During the final Clem & AJ flashback in 303, where David just looked really bothered about Lingard's "definitive" diagnosis on AJ.

Like you can't tell me this man didn't already become really fond of that baby, no matter what he said in the flashback. As far as he knew, his biological children were dead and gone for years, it was probably easy to love that kid especially if you're already a parent.

He looks so deflated by it, like he gets that it's a fact that this baby is going to die and there's nothing they can do anymore, doesn't mean he was okay with it either. Lingard more than likely said what he said during the flashback before, so David just came to terms with it.

But he snaps out of it because he's beyond pissed with Clementine. Mega pissed.

So he makes the decision to stop her from taking AJ on the road. He probably saw it as cruel to drag a dying infant on the road, and he sees Clem as a kid (capable as she might be, she’s a child) and that night really solidified that this kid didn’t know what she was doing.

'Not to mention she’s doing things that put the greater group at risk after I (and others, maybe Ava/Lingard) specifically warned her not to. The adults have to take over now, clearly. I have to make the tough call here, it’s the right call.'

That’s why I love staying silent during this part; because David will actually say something rather than Ava or Lingard:

It’s the way he says it. He’s not hostile about it, he’s saying it like he’s trying to get through to her with his reasoning. As far as they know, he’s going to die. And making him comfortable when he goes is the right thing rather than letting him go out there and get torn apart. 

Shout out to this line from Ava:

David wanted her to have that drawing from AJ as something to remember him by when he eventually passed. 

But we know now that AJ lived, and according to his closest friend in Richmond (besides his right-hand Ava), David stepped up and took care of him for the time he was with him:

He literally saw AJ as his own kid:

(boat prince taking the hearts of many lol)

I just adore this side of David that the game reeeeeally chose to undermine and not explore more with, sorry <3

[pikuna]

While waiting for Veilguard to come out, my brain hyperfixates on one Pokemon game after the other, anything so I don't get antsy from impatience. 😂

So I started to think about what the Pokemon teams for my DA characters would be. I gave them two type specialisations and most of the Pokemon are more like a 'fits the vibe' fit than deep reasonings.

Warden - Anra Types - Grass and Dark

Sawsbuck is a Halla reference, Winter form especially. Leavanny and Leafeon both represent her more gentle side, but also strong protective instinct. They also both use blades like her. Houndoom represents the Mabari. Bisharp is chosen for her being a dual sword user and leader figure. Mega Absol gives griffon vibes. Also because Absol can forsee desasters and warns people, similar to how Warden can feel the blight and prepare for it.

Hawke - Ashira Types - Fire and Psychic

Ashira is a Fire/Force Mage, so Delphox, Espeon and Armarouge represent this. Talonflame is a fire bird, representing the name Hawke. Female Pyroar and Mega Gardevoir represent her nobility and more elegant side.

Inquisitor - Ashryn Types - Dragon and Fighting

Kommo-o just combines the types perfectly. Sneasler and Scrafty represent her more sly and sometimes dirty fighting techniques. She also has similar hair to Scrafty. I picked Altaria because she does enjoy more cute things and it made me thing of Skyhold. xD Tauros is part because Qunari get called Ox people and...well, she likes Bulls. ;D Mega Gallade as a parallel to Ashira, as their families travelled together for a while when they were infants/very young children. Despite her sometimes dirty tricks, she is still very protective and can be chivalrous.

Rook - Ahvra (name reveal, woho!) Types - Dragon and Ghost

Ahvra is the younger sibling of Ashryn, hence why I make them share the dragon type (And dragon type for Qunari is just good) Dragapult is a good opposite to Kommo-o. Gourgeist, because Ahvra can be mischievous in an adorable way. Alolan Marowak because they to show off and play around with fire. Aegislash represents the warrior spec, mostly blade form as Ahvra will be a Reaper. Noivern represents them being hot-blooded and loud. Mega Garchomp, because it gets scythe arms, the weapon of a traditional Reaper.

[fierce-stream1]

Idk im giving ts4 another chance but I think it'll be one of those games I pick up every three months to fuck around with and before I return to the real mvps

I think im just pissed that galleryscal isn't pregnant with a real alien baby and I have to admit the infant stuff is pretty adorable I just want to fix EA’s bullshit

I also wish the animations in this game weren't so excessively cartoonish like why are sims always making annoying noises and smiling like idiots ☠️☠️ it's ridiculous

[quitealotofsodapop]

Really silly/cute idea for a post-Hero is Back story.

At the end of Monkey King: Hero is Back (shown more clearly in the game), Sun Wukong/Dasheng seems to give up part of his powers to revive Liuer.

So my silly idea is;

Dasheng literally gave part of his life energy/Dao to revive Liuer, leading to an unexpected side effect.

Liuer: "Dasheng! My back hurts." Dasheng, pretending to be annoyed: "Ok. Probably just your injuries acting up, let me check." Liuer: *has a freshly-grown black-furred monkey tail* Dasheng: "What the... Humans aren't supposed to have those." (•ˋ _ ˊ•) Fa Ming: "It seems in that giving Liuer part of your life energy, he's inherited part of your... monkey-ness." Dasheng, conflicting dad emotions: "...oops." Liuer, rambling at a mile a minute: "I have a tail!?! Thats amazing! Dasheng look! I can move it like its an arm! Do you think I can stand on it?" *falling-over sounds* "Ow. Not yet."

Pigsy is laughing his butt off, pointing out how thats how some supernatural adoptions work. Makes jokes about having to teach Liuer how to shave early.

And ofc Liuer is estatic. First he meets his hero: The Monkey King, and now he's a monkey!? And by demonic legal standards his SON!? Liuer faints at least once.

Liuer isn't a "full" monkey demon though. His fur is really sparse and patchy, and his feet are still human. He does develop a light, distinctly SWK-esque face marking tho.

The biggest change in Liuer is in his instincts. He's quicker to run to the adults when startled. The barking of dogs panics him. Trees look so much more fun to climb. Etc...

Dasheng silently thinks its pretty adorable; like an infant monkey testing out the world for the first time.

Until one day the gang is jumped by a violent demon and Liuer lets out a scared Chirp!

Dasheng's parental instincts go haywire and within seconds there's one less demon. Dasheng is clutching Liuer to his chest tightly, making worried trills/chirrups of his own. Everyone else is very confused, including Liuer; who made the chirping sound without even realising it.

Tears roll down Dasheng's face as he refuses to let the boy leave his arms.

Dasheng, eyes wild and speech fractured: "No! Not again. Can't lose him. My cub. Not again."

Sharing a knowing look, the elders of the little troop decide to let Dasheng hold the boy for a while longer until the sage calms down. Even as they all set up camp, have dinner, and start settling down for bed...

Liuer has no complaints about being held like an infant monkey. Its nice to be the one being carried for a change. But he is wondering why Dasheng is so reluctant to put him down.

The monkeys on FFM are the ones to explain later on. The chirp Liuer made that day wasnt a generic "I'm startled/frightened!" noise - It was a call infant monkeys make to their parents.

Liuer starts to wonder if there's more monkey stuff he has yet to learn...

And the Heavens are wondering why the Golden Cicada is a monkey now??

[ereardon]

That Summer || Part Six [Bradley Bradshaw x Reader]

A Bradley Bradshaw AU

Synopsis: One night during the summer you turned eighteen, you woke up to a surprise. Your father, a retired Navy Admiral, had posted bail for the son of a former colleague who was now orphaned and had gotten himself mixed up with the law. Instead of letting him get lost in the judicial system, your father signed himself up as Bradley Bradshaw’s guardian to prevent him from going to juvie. You were explicitly told to stay away from the boy in the attic room. But as the summer went on, you and Bradley struck up an unlikely friendship that turned into a forbidden relationship. Bradley tipped your world upside down, challenging everything you had once thought you knew. How could the two of you think it would end any differently than it did when your father called the cops the night he found the two of you in bed together?

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader 

Warnings: Cursing, angst, deceased parents

Chapter summary: Y/N convinces her dad to let Bradley be her date to the debutante ball — with the caveat that her mother approves also; Louise the maid spots Y/N and Bradley in a suggestive position; Bradley reveals he's known about Y/N longer than she realizes

Wordcount: 1.8K

Series masterlist here; Part Five here

Bradley had heard about you growing up. His parents and your parents had been close when Goose was still alive. His mother had rattled on about you as a baby for years, saying how good you were, how quiet, how small and adorable. She had joked that you were destined to be Bradley’s future wife, that she and your mother had even once thrown a fake wedding when the two of you were only infants. 

It was years before Bradley heard the truth. That his mother and your father had dated before his parents were married. That they had kept it a secret and when your mother found out she stopped speaking to the Bradshaws. That something else had happened, but Carole wouldn’t divulge. That she and your father kept in contact, in secret, until she died. 

Bradley knew about you his entire life. You hadn’t heard about him until he was standing on your doorstep, with nowhere to go and no one in his corner. You hadn’t known that the man your mother had once wanted you to marry was the same one who slept in the tower room night after night, only a few hundred feet away. 

You had no idea the history that your two families held. 

Or how bitter the rivalry was. And it had only just begun.

***

“Pumpkin.” Your dad’s voice floated out of his study and you turned with a smile. “How about you and I get dinner tonight, just us?” 

You frowned. “What about mom and Bradley?” 

“Your mother has a Junior League function tonight,” he said. “And I’ve already asked Louise to cook something up for Bradley in our absence.” 

“OK,” you said, unsure. “What should I wear?” 

“Let’s do The Steakhouse,” he said. “Leave here at seven.” 

You nodded, closing the door behind you and disappearing down the hall. The house was empty, with your mother out and your father tucked away in his study. 

From the kitchen, you could see Bradley standing on the edge of the deck, looking out at the water. You slid open the door, joining him at the wooden railing. 

“Hi.” 

Bradley turned to you and it was like he hadn’t even noticed you were approaching. He smiled softly. “Hi back.” 

“So my father wants to get dinner tonight,” you said. “Just the two of us. That can’t be good.” 

“Why not?” 

“He has an ulterior motive,” you replied. “Always does.” 

“Maybe he’s just trying to be your dad. No games.” 

You frowned. “Games are all the Sullivans know how to do.” 

Bradley was quiet for a moment. Then, “I know he’s not perfect, but I think he’s a good guy overall. He took me in, he didn’t have to do that. And he’s your dad. Be thankful you have someone in your life to watch over you.” 

Guilt flooded every crevice of your body. You stretched out one hand, letting your pinky rest on top of Bradley’s. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “That was dumb of me. You’re right, I’m lucky to have him. I wasn’t thinking.” 

“It’s OK,” Bradley said. “I just miss my dad, even if I didn’t really know him.” 

“He knew you,” you said. “And your mom sounds like she was lovely.” 

“She was.” He nodded. “Listen, about tonight.” 

“What about tonight?” 

“Maybe we should back off,” he whispered. “I don’t want there to be any suspicion.” He didn't say what you were both thinking. What if you got caught? 

“No,” you said and it came out louder than you expected. Bradley turned to you. “I mean, we’re not raising any suspicion.” You sighed. “Please?” It came out as a beg. You needed Bradley. It wasn’t about sex, although the thought of having sex with Bradley had been on your mind constantly, ever since you had tasted him on your tongue and heard those delicious moans fall from his mouth. A part of you needed Bradley the way you needed air. He was part of your routine. He was critical to how you functioned. He was a piece of you, embedded so deep that you weren't sure you'd ever be able to remove him from your life. “I need you,” you confessed. 

“OK,” Bradley said and it came out wary, cautious. “I’ll see you after dinner.” 

You pulled your hand away. “See you tonight.” 

And then you were retreating back into the house, scrambling up the stairs to your bedroom. 

Neither of you saw Louise, the maid, standing at the kitchen window, her eyes trained on the two of you standing on the deck. 

***

You pushed around a piece of asparagus on your plate as your father tipped wine into his glass. He held out the bottle. “More?” 

You shook your head. The one glass of pinot noir had gone to your head. Despite the fact that you were seventeen — eighteen in a few weeks — no one batted an eye at your father ordering a bottle of wine for you two to split. He had a sort of silent power in town. He was formidable. He was daunting. You reached for a popover from the basket instead. “No thank you.” 

“Your mother asked me to talk to you again about this whole debutant thing,” he said, swirling his glass before setting it down on the cloth-covered table. 

You groaned. “What about it?” 

“She needs you to pick an escort or she’s going to have a breakdown.” 

He was joking, you both knew that. But not by much. Your mother had become so much more uptight since moving back to Texas. You sighed. “Well, I did pick someone.” 

“Really? Who?” 

“I want to take Bradley as my escort.” 

Your father looked like he was about to choke on his wine. The waiter passed at that very moment, concern written across his face. “Admiral Sullivan? Are you alright?” 

He choked out a convincing nod. “I’m fine, son, thank you.” He turned to you once the waiter retreated. “What did you just say?” 

You leaned over and pressed one hand against his tanned one where it sat on the table. “Daddy. Don’t be upset. You told me to be friendly.” 

He grimaced. “I said be cordial, Y/N, not to make him your best friend.” 

“I think it would reflect well on us,” you added. 

“How so?” 

“Taking in someone less fortunate? That just screams good neighbor, does it not?” 

He patted his mouth with a white napkin, leaving a speck of burgundy on the cloth. “You’ve been spending too much time with your mother and her friends if all you do is think about optics, Y/N.” 

“Isn’t that what a good Texas girl does, Daddy?” you asked, sitting back in your chair. “Isn’t that how y’all raised me?” 

He narrowed his eyes. “What has gotten into you?” 

“Maybe I’m tired of being mama’s pawn,” you whispered hotly. “I’m doing the debutante ball because you two want me to. So let me take Bradley. Let me at least enjoy a minute of that night and please, God, don’t force me to spend the evening with the son of some boring developer just so it’ll go in the society pages and mama can hang it on the fridge.” 

Your father locked his eyes on yours. You wanted to squirm, your natural reaction. But instead you remained steady. Calm. It was time you stood up to him, to the expectations that had been weighing on your shoulders for years. 

The two of you looked at each other as the restaurant swirled with activity around you. 

Finally, your father put his steak knife down with a loud clatter. You resisted the urge to jump. “Fine,” he said and your heart started to dance. “But you have to run it past your mother.” 

As if you would get off easy. You frowned. “Daddy,” you whispered, “you know she won’t listen to me. Can’t you talk to her?” 

His face softened. He was a lot of things, and hard was one of them. But with you, he wasn’t. With you, he wasn’t always the boss in charge, running the show. He got to show flaws, cracks. He got to be human. He nodded slowly. “Fine, I’ll talk to her. But no guarantees.” 

You squealed quietly, jumping out of your chair and tossing your arms around your father’s neck. He chuckled, hand patting your forearm. “Thank you, Daddy.” 

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said as you returned to your seat. 

You nodded. Both of you knew who really was in charge. And she was ten miles away, eating salmon puffs at a Junior League dinner party, blissfully unaware of the upset you were going to cause. 

***

Bradley didn’t even look surprised when you inched open the door that night, sliding into bed next to him wearing only a silky camisole and matching shorts. 

You reached over and skimmed one hand along his bare abdomen. He tipped his head to the side. “How was dinner?” 

You smiled. “Successful.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

Nodding, you added, “I told Daddy I want you to be my escort.” 

Bradley sat up in bed. “Did you tell him about us?” His voice was panicked, pinched even. 

You sat up, crossing your legs. “No, of course not. I just said he asked me to be friendly. And that it would look good, from the outside looking in.” 

He frowned. “Is that what I am to you, Birdy? A pawn in some societal game?” 

You reached out and grabbed his hand. “No! Of course not. Bradley, you know how I feel about you. How could you think that?” 

“Why do you want me, Y/N?” he asked quietly. “I can’t give you anything. What good am I to you?” 

“Who says you have to be able to give me anything more than your time and attention to be someone worth loving?” 

Bradley’s brown eyes widened under the stream of moonlight from the window. “What are you saying, Y/N?” he whispered. 

“I’m saying that I’m falling for you, Bradley Bradshaw,” you murmured. “It doesn’t matter that you don’t have a single dollar or that you’re not going to some fancy school in the fall or that you and I aren’t really supposed to be seen together. What matters is that I know you.” You reached out and pressed a hand to his bare chest, over his heart. His skin was warm beneath your fingertips, and you could feel the faint beating of his heart. “I know you’re the kind of man I want to be with. I know that I’m never going to forget you. I know that you’ve changed me, in just a matter of weeks. I know that nothing is ever going to be the same, from here on out.” 

He was quiet for a moment. You started to pull away your hand, but Bradley grabbed it, pulling it gently until you were cupping his face. He leaned into your touch, his fingertips shifting down along your forearm, and his eyes fluttered closed. When he opened them, you saw a sparkle of tears. “I’ve been waiting my whole life to meet you,” he whispered. 

Bradley gathered you into his arms until you were sitting on his lap, your legs wound around his waist, one of his hands tight across your back, the other buried in your hair as he pressed his lips to yours. 

You belonged to each other. A part of you would always belong to Bradley Bradshaw. 

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[kiame-sama]

What does Baby Spider think of each member of the troupe, including Chrollo?

I also find it hilarious that Baby Spider has the upper hand for Little Spider's attention, compared to Chrollo.

Little Spider:

- Baby Spider adores their Mama more than any member of the troupe. They are a Mama's kid and loves how sweet their Mama is to them. If they have a choice of who they want to be with, it is their Mama. Baby Spider knows their Mama will always coo over and protect them and they adore the attention and affection their Mama gives them. Baby Spider loves their Mama more than anyone else and knows Mama loves them too.

Chrollo:

- There is something wrong with Papa and he is very strange, but not entirely sure why yet. Confused as to why Papa doesn't spend half as much time with them as he insists on spending with Mama. Starting to wonder if Papa even actually loves them based off of how he acts with mama and even gets possessive of Mama's time and attention. Baby Spider wants Papa to pay attention to them but that only happens when they are with Mama, so they intentionally monopolize Mama's time.

Pakunoda:

- Pakunoda is the favorite auntie because she has the most even temper with Baby Spider. Paku is the one who is most likely to be taking care of Baby Spider when Chrollo gets jealous and possesive. The main one who takes interest in Baby Spider's general education.

Machi:

- Nurse Auntie! If Baby Spider ever gets an owie, nurse auntie is the one to patch them up and make sure they are okay. Nurse Auntie acts like she is annoyed but the Baby Spider knows she actually cares a lot. She is actually happy to teach Baby Spider how to sew up injuries and how to treat them.

Shizuku:

- Forgetful Auntie. Baby Spider knows to stay around forgetful Auntie because she may forget Baby Spider should be with her and leave them places. She is no longer allowed to take Baby Spider to a playground or park unless one of the other spiders goes with them. She is most likely to play with Baby Spider at the playground.

Uvogin:

- Favorite Uncle. Nothing is more amusing than to ride around on Uvo's shoulders and play wrestle. Uvo is very good at tossing and catching Baby Spider even though it greatly distresses Little Spider to see the baby being thrown like a basketball. No civilian will try and mess with Uvo or the Baby Spider while they are together.

Nobunaga:

- Samurai Uncle. To Baby Spider, Nobunaga looks and acts like a samurai, so that means he must be a samurai. Baby Spider thinks he is fascinating to hang out with. Nobunaga is fond of the Baby Spider and entertains the Samurai idea.

Franklin:

- Horsie Uncle. Franklin will carry Baby Spider around in that pocket on the front of his overalls and is usually the one left to guard Baby Spider if someone ever tries to attack the troupe. Franklin is the safest one for the Baby Spider to be with whenever danger is near and can't be with Little Spider.

Kortopi:

- Uncle It. Baby Spider watched a lot of Adam's Family when Shalnark had to babysit. Baby Spider used to be afraid of Kortopi until seeing Cousin It and immediately made the connection of Kortopi being Uncle It. Kortopi is thrilled the Baby Spider is no longer frightened of him.

Bonolenov:

- Baby Spider actually likes playing pretend with Bonolenov and is more comfortable with him when his bandages are off. At first Bonolenov scared Baby Spider until the first time they saw him without the bandages as a newborn infant and showed no fear.

Feitan:

- Angry Uncle. The Baby Spider is intimidated by Feitan but knows that if they need anything he is the one to ask. Feitan isn't usually the one to watch Baby Spider because Feitan has a habit of being gruff and short tempered. He will watch Baby Spider if he needs to, but he will not be playing games with the Baby Spider.

Phinks:

- Nice Uncle. Phinks tries and somewhat succeeds at buying Baby Spider's love. Baby Spider is as emotionally manipulative as their Papa and understands Phinks is the one the buys what they want. The apple doesn't rot far from the tree and even as a toddler, Baby Spider knows how to get what they want and manipulate others to get it.

Shalnark:

- Techie Uncle. Shal will be the one who entertains Baby Spider most of the time. Any little gadget Shal gets his hands on will also be played with by Baby Spider. Shal also lets Baby Spider control the human puppets and thinks it is hillarious.

[icespur]

Akeshu meeting as infants

I've seen the admittedly very wholesome fanart of Akiren and Goro meeting as children, or the tiny fanfics (I've only really found one, if anyone knows of the existence of more, don't hesitate to link them)

Childhood AUs are adorable.

But might I add my own twist??

What if our fated Persona user rivals originally met when they were----tinnier.

Babyhood AU, if you will.

The Phantom Thieves have canon birthdays and birth years, although Akiren's isn't listed, he obviously has to be born the same year as Ann and Ryuji since he shares a school grade with them. As for his month and day, I headcanon all the Persona Protagonists (P3, P4, and P5) birthdays are the day their game first released in Japan. Since canonically P4s Protagonist, Yu Narukami, shares a B day with his game release (All the Investigation Teams scooter license numbers are of their birthdays, and Yu's happens to be the day his game released). So if P4 follows that logic, why not P3 & P5? It's the best evidence we have to go off of 🤷‍♀️.

Point is, that would make Akiren's birthday, September 15th 1999

We know from Atlus Twitter birthday announcements and P5 character biographies in Japan, all the other PTs birthdays easily (excluding Morgana)

So we know Akechi's is June 2nd 1998.

Goro was a year and 15 months old when Akiren was born.

So let's imagine a scenario where---Akiren and Akechi's mothers both decided to take their infants to the Park. And they just so happen to be sitting on the same bench.

In Japan, the seasons to visit parks are Spring or Autumn, apparently. So let's say it's Mid-Spring, April.

April of 2000.

Mamakechi and mama---whichever you headcanon Akiren's surname to be. I haven't seen anyone combine his surname so I don't know which one to use to satisfy both parties.

Anyway, both mothers take their sons to the park since it's a nice day. They can't obviously play on any equipment since they are too young, so they would just be laying in their mother's arms, or if a bit older, exploring the greenery but still sticking close.

Goro would be 22 months, so would be more mobile, while Akiren would be 7 or 6 months depending if this is before or after April 15th. 6-7 month olds can roll over and maybe start to crawl at that time, and maybe babble.

So Akiren wouldn't be able to do much, or "play" like 22 month old Goro could. But since toddlers are usually pretty interested in younger infants, and try to interact, I could see Mamakechi and protagmom introducing their babies to each other, and trying to get them to interact.

"Goro, look! It's a baby. You used to be that little once. Can you say 'hi'? Be gentle, don't pinch or poke him."

Akiren stares back, with innocent curious eyes, and being cradled in his mother's arms. She tells Mamakechi that he's not very talkative. Not "shy" persei- he just prefers to watch people quietly, and tolerates one sided interactions with fellow infants fine, he's just a "little man of few words".

Mamaprotag gently puppeteer's one of Akiren's pudgy arm to wave back at Goro.

I just find baby Goro and Akiren meeting and interacting concept to be so wholesome and precious. You could even headcanon it more as possibly being canon, because---honestly, who remembers being 7 month or 1 year olds? Our memories and "awareness" doesn't kick in until a couple more years. The earliest memories I can recall was at four years old.

And you could write this as a one off chance meeting. Maybe one of them happened to be in the same city and place at that moment, but they move around alot so didn't exchange contact info to keep in touch for future interactions and playdates so their sons could grow up together.

Just----wholsome baby Akiren and Goro! Give me some fanart and one-shot fics of this!