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bejeweledblondie · 7 months

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Mockingbird

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F! Reader

Summary: Your little baby girl has started to run a fever, & only Simon can give her the comfort she needs

A/N: So a lil fun fact about me I’m actually a Mrs. Riley (no I’m not kidding) & those photos made by the incredibly talented @ave661 have made my baby fever kick in so badly especially when hearing people use “Baby Riley” & seeing all the men my husband is serving with currently put their little ones in the cutest baby gear isn’t helping it 😭

Warnings: none

Two days. You hadn’t gotten a full nights sleep in two days. Your breasts ached from not being pumped consistently & your little one wouldn’t latch due to the croop cough that been making her feel miserable. You had contacted the pediatrician to see what you could do to help your wailing baby. Since the croop was common in babies all you could do was give her medicine & try to soothe her. Her cries were starting to make you emotional. You felt her whole body tense as she coughed. Tears started to fall as her cries echoed off of the walls of the nursery. Today Simon was coming home from a training exercise, & thankfully he was the one thing that without fail could soothe her.

You had just given her some medicine & the taste really upset her.

“I know my sweet girl,” You told her. “Let me turn on the nebulizer.” You flipped on the little machine that was shaped like a giraffe, a baby gift you were now thankful for. A steady stream of steam came out & you sat down in the rocking chair facing her towards the steam. Through her crying you hear the cough starting to break up. The sound of the door opening made you sit up more & you hear him taking off his combat boots.

“Love?” He said as he walked up the stairs.

“I’m in the babies room.” You replied. He walked in still in his combat pants, & uniform t-shirt. “She won’t stop crying baby, I don’t want to do.”

“Give her to me love, I’m in need of some daddy daughter bonding time.” He said. Your daughter immediately stopped wailing & cooing in the arms of her father. Her little arms reaching for his face. “You missed your daddy didn’t you?” He asked her. Her little hand wrapping around his index finger. “Come on love let’s let your mummy rest & let’s take a bath.”

“Thank you,” You mouthed to him & turned off the humidifier. You gave him a kiss & then walked into your shared bedroom. Your body felt instant relief as soon as you laid down. Slumber consumed you very quickly & you fell into a deep sleep.

Simon had taken your baby girl into the bathroom, & started a warm bath for her. She let out a wicked wet cough, & her whole body shook with each one she let out. He placed her in the bath & by the look in her eyes Simon could tell it was providing comfort for her. The steam from the water lingering in the air mixed with washing away the thin layer of sweat that came from the fever soothed her.

“I bet that probably feels better my love.” He said as he started to wash her sandy blonde locks. Her eyes rolled to back of her head as he massaged the baby shampoo into her scalp. He took the empty cup beside him & filled it with the water from the tub to rinse out the shampoo. Her eyes started to close & her mouth was slightly open admitting little snores. Simon smiled at his daughter, she was the most precious thing in his life (other then you of course.) He was first initially apprehensive about being a father, but after she was born he couldn’t imagine not being one. She was fully passed out in the baby bath tub by the time he went to drain the water.

He wrapped her small little body in a warm towel & brought her into the nursery. Gently he laid her down on the changing table & started to apply some lotion to her body. His large hands massage it into her skin making her smile in her sleep from the relaxing sensation. He gently tugged on her chubby legs stretching her. Simon read it once in a baby book that it was good to stretch your baby out to help with their flexibility & he’s done it every night he’s home. Usually she’s wiggly & he has to hand her the lotion bottle to stay preoccupied but she was tuckered out.

He applied some baby powder to & put a nice clean fresh diaper on her. She was started to breath heavier from the cough. Her little body started to stir & he turned on the humidifier for her. He pressed her small frame into his chest. Her little face was smushed up against his chest. A little bit of drool started to pool onto his chest. He sat down in the steam with her & her little body wasn’t trying as hard to breath. His large hand that held her to his chest started to rub small circles on her little back. Once she was fully relaxed again he placed her in the crib. He reached into the crib & placed her favorite pacifier in her mouth. She immediately took to it & he ran a finger over her flushed cheeks.

“Sleep tight my sweet girl.” He quietly said & turned on her night light. After he took a shower himself washing away all the grime & sweat from the strenuous training exercise he endured he crawled into bed with you. You felt his body eclipse you as he laid down. Slowly you turned to face him eyes still heavy. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Go back to sleep my love she’s all settled.” He softly whispered. You laid your head down on your pillow, & he did the same letting sleep consume the both of you.

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junkissed · 6 months

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what svt would dress their kids as for halloween

member | dad!ot13 genre | headcanons, humor, fluff word count | 400 warnings | children below the cut (?), most of the babies are white i'm sorry it was super hard to find ones that weren't but don't pay attention to the kids they're just there to show the costumes! notes | all photos are from pinterest! this is based on a conversation i had with @duhnova earlier hehe :) comment which costume is your fav!

seungcheol - pumpkin

he would spend so long looking online for the cutest one. he'd probably want to do a pumpkin patch themed photoshoot to go along with it

jeonghan - lion

honestly i think he just went to spirit halloween at the last minute and picked out the silliest one he could find. fortunately for you they were out of the avocado costumes

joshua - grandma/grandpa

i think he would just get such a kick out of it. he would bring them to your parent's house and he would make those stupid jokes that waiters do when babies eat at restaurants like "oh no margaritas for her, she's driving" or handing the check to the baby "dinner's on him tonight"

junhui - elephant

i have no reasoning for this one just a gut feeling tbh. he would probably like the big floppy ears. and also the fact that you told him if he dressed up your kid as a cat for the 3rd year in a row, you would throw the costume away (you wouldn't but you had to get him to change somehow)

hoshi - tiger

do you even have to ask. your baby has been wearing tiger onesies since they left the hospital

wonwoo - ladybug

i think he would think the little red and black spots are so cute :( he would be a very soft dad

woozi - shark

he probably has a demo version of a remix of the baby shark song on his computer. he would be dressed as an octopus or a fish or something and he would pretend he hates it but he would secretly think it's funny

mingyu - giraffe

he's manifesting for your baby to grow up to be tall like him a giraffe

minghao - skunk

again i don't know why i think this i just do. the black and white seems very minghao to me

seokmin - chicken

he would insist you have the cutest baby in the neighborhood and he would just be grinning and giggling the whole time. look at those little orange feet aren't they so precious. he would dress up as a farmer and carry around a basket of plastic eggs

seungkwan - monkey

he would dress up as a banana. also probably makes jokes "there better not be any monkey business tonight"

vernon - pineapple

i'm just laughing thinking about vernon holding a baby dressed like a pineapple

chan - bat

he would want to do a halloween-y costume and he thinks the little wings are cute. might dress up as a vampire to match

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shall-we-die · 7 months

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↬[Characters]•⊰ {Gojo Satoru || Megumi Fushiguro|| Nanami Kento || Ryomen Sukuna || Geto Suguru}࿐

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• [Pet-names he uses for you]: -Itty-bitty -Babe -Shorty -Sunshine -HunnyBunny

•[Pet-names you use for him]: -Sato-kun / ruru (He hates it) -Mr. Perfect (He loves this one) -Wizard -Walking disaster / Cause of my stress -Personal ladder / Daddy long legs / Giraffe

• [Pet-names he uses for you]: -Y/N... -Y/N-chan (this baby is sooooo shy, don't tease him) -Babe -Darling -Angel

•[Pet-names you use for him]: -Mr. Grumpy -BatMan (cause he's always gloomy) -Zookeeper -Honey -Sweet potato

• [Pet-names he uses for you]: -Y/N (yes, most of the time) -Y/N middle name L/N (when you made a mess somewhere) -Precious -Love -Sunshine

•[Pet-names you use for him]: -Silent man -Mr. No nonsense -Mr. Rational -Workaholic -Boring Mr. Proper (Okay he's going get angry at you) -My man (Now he's not angry) -Sweetie (ok y/n, what you want?)

• [Pet-names he uses for you]: -Human -My soulmate (He's trying...) -Little one -Moonlight fairy -My meal

•[Pet-names you use for him]: -Sourpuss -Mr. No-Fun -4 hands -Pinkie pie (Giant Pony) -My king

• [Pet-names he uses for you]: -Doll -The only one -Strawberry -My idiot -Little Brat (yes, it depends on his mood, you can be his doll or you can be a donkey)

•[Pet-names you use for him]: -Handsome -Hot Psychopath -Bloody boi -Big Bear -Rapunzel -Old one / ancient one / fossil

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unleashed-fest · 14 days

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WE'RE BACK!

Hello, you beautiful animals!

We're back for another year of your wonderful furry, toothy, and/or scaly creations! Get your claws ready, send in your prompts, and sign up - we promise we don't bite!

Click bellow to see what this fest is all about and watch this space for the upcoming rules and guidelines!

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Unleashed! is a Drarry + rare pair fest celebrating all pets, animals, and magical beasts!

This is an anonymous fest that welcomes works in which (an) animal(s) must play a significant role.

Animal lover fan creations hold a very special place in our hearts. We want to see Harry raising baby hippogriffs or Draco fretting over his precious peacocks. Give us Teddy teaming up with Charlie to take care of dragons or Ginny and Pansy trying to teach a giraffe how to ballroom dance for some reason. There are so many wonderful concepts and we want to see everything but the kitten sink! Come to think of it, now we want that too!

We will be accepting all Drarry and rare pair* fan creations: fic, art, podfic, and craft.

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Your mods @getawayfox and @stavromulabetaaa

*For the purpose of this fest, a rare pair is defined as any pair, triad or poly relationship, except the first ten on this list. (Yes, drarry is in the first ten but it is an exeption.)

#unleashed fest 2024

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marsdreamworld · 8 months

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Electric Love - CL16 x reader

mars’ notes: First off, wtaf??? i’m so so so happy that you guys liked my lando blurb that much, i was half distracted and incredibly anxious when i wrote it, so the fact that so many people like it is absolutely insane to me jnfruncr - anyways, here’s a cute little (not so little) Charles fic i had bouncing around in my head :) thank you @love-belle for listening to me ramble!! please please lmk what you think, any and all feedback is greatly appreciated <333

summary: 4 times Charles almost told you he loved you, and the one time he did.

warnings: none!! super fluffy (again)

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The first time Charles almost let those three precious words slip from his lips was during an unassuming pasta date the two of you had planned. You had gone to the grocery store earlier in the day, and had remembered the old, silver unused pasta maker that was stashed in the back of yours and Charles’ kitchen cabinet, and decided that it seemed like a good day to finally teach your boyfriend how to properly cook the Italian staple. You’d come home in a flurry of excitement, bags dangling from your arms and a bright smile on your face, stating that you were going to teach him how to cook so well that he’d rival Yuki Tsunoda, teasing that maybe that way he’d be able to get Pierre over to his house for a dinner date as well. He’d smiled, grabbed the bags from your hands and set them down on the kitchen counter, before winding his arms around you and kissing you softly, telling you that he missed you and couldn’t wait.

You were too full of excitement to wait any longer, turning on the old radio in the corner of the kitchen, the sound of an old 1950s love song filling the space whilst Charles got two glasses and a bottle of red wine from the rack in the living room. Once your glasses were full and your hands had been washed, you’d dragged him over to the kitchen counter and thrust a “kiss the cook” apron into his hands, instructing him to put it on so he wouldn’t get flour all over himself. He’d asked whether you had a matching one, to which you replied that you’d done this far too many times to spill any flour and that your outfit would be ruined with it. He’d let his eye roam your figure, taking in the sweatshirt you’d stolen from him yesterday, claiming it smelt like him, along with the cute giraffe print pyjama bottoms you adored so much; your hair clipped back messily, sleeves pulled up to your elbows, and Charles swore he’d never seen anything as beautiful.

He was elbow deep in dough before he knew it, hands sticky with egg yolk and flour, the substance sticking to his skin despite how hard he was trying to pull it off. You were standing next to him, your own ball of dough perfectly rolled and kneaded, hands free of any lingering blobs of dough. A piece of hair had fallen into your face, and you’d used your shoulder to attempt to push it back behind your ear again, huffing when it returned to block your vision. Something had just felt so right - he could imagine doing this after a hectic race weekend, coming home to you making a fresh batch of pasta to go with his favourite white sauce, love songs in the background and wine glass in hand. He thought of you standing at this very kitchen counter, flour smudged on your face as you taught a mini version of you how to knead dough, and how to use the pasta machine that he knew was going to come very close to sucking in his fingers.

“Charlie? You ok, my love? Pasta isn’t that hard to make, baby, you just need more flour.”

You’d looked over to catch him staring at you, cheeks red and eyes glazed, and it took everything in him to not spit out how much he loved you. He wanted to scream it from the rooftops, post it on every social media platform, say it over and over until your heart was beating as fast as his was. He watched as you leaned over, sprinkling more flour onto his hands, and all he could do was smile.

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The second time Charles almost confessed the inner workings of his heart was during a race weekend - Spa, to be exact. Spa was a race that was heavy with memories, good and bad. Antoine’s ghost still lingered at every corner, and the cheers of the 2019 crowd still rang in his ears during his track walk. It was a weekend that stirred up a plethora of emotions, contrasting and deep, and it weighed on him. He’d made it a point to leave flowers for his friend every year, joining Pierre alongside the track when they went to pay their respects. This would be the first time you would be by his side, at your insistence. He’d told you countless times that it was he was perfectly fine with just Pierre for company, that you didn’t have to drag yourself out there with him and get soaked, but you wouldn’t back down.

“I don’t care whether it’s storming or if people are passing out from the heat, Charles Leclerc, I’m coming with you, whether you like it or not. You’ve gone through enough on your own, and I’m not letting you do it again, not while I’m here.”

He’d stood in silence, gaping at you until your expression faltered and your hands fell from their resting place on your hips. You were halfway through stammering an apology, explaining that you just didn’t want him to be going through that alone, that you were always there for him when he surged forward and kissed you, hands cradling your face.

He was so overwhelmed in that moment, thoughts of Antoine floating through his head, a tiny voice in the back of his head telling him that it could be his turn this weekend, that he’d never get to tell you how he feels. He pulled back, thumbs brushing over your delicate cheeks, lips forming the words, when suddenly,

“Charles! You have a press conference in 5! Get a move on!”

Fred’s voice broke through the bubble, and you both jumped, startled by the shout. A weight settled in his chest, Charles desperately looking back at you, hoping that what he didn’t have a chance to say was evident in his eyes. You smiled back at him as if to say “me too”, and that was the end of that.

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The third time was during family dinner. His mother had invited the two of you, along with Arthur, Lorenzo and their respective partners, over to her cosy house in Monaco for an evening meal. You had spent the last thirty minutes stressing over whether or not you looked good enough to meet “the woman who gave birth to the prince of Monaco” and thirty minutes before that stressing over which wine to take, if any. Once a good enough Chardonnay had been chosen (a 20 year old bottle you had been gifted by your boss and had deemed too fancy to just open over a plate of pasta at home), and your hair curled and make up painted to perfection, you turned to look at Charles, smiling, shooting him a “What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” and he couldn’t help but laugh.

The drive to his mother’s house was fairly uneventful, with him humming along to a French song playing on the radio, one hand on the wheel and the other situated on your thigh, slipping in between the slit of cherry red, silk dress you had chosen for the occasion. The windows were down, the wind whipping through your hair, and you were smiling and singing along with him, a pretty picture of contentment.

You had calmed down by the time the two of you had reached the front door, confident enough to greet his mother with a hug and a kiss to the cheek, laughing when she said that you looked “absolutely amazing, chèrie”. You had bantered with his brothers, giving as good as you got, helped set the table and pick the music, and had even taken over Arthur’s babysitting duties, spending time playing dolls with his little nieces. Looking at how well you fit in with his family made Charles’ heart beat out of his chest. He felt a hand on his arm, and turned to see his Maman standing next to him, a light smile on her lips.

“She’s the one, my boy.” she said, and all Charles could do was nod in agreement, quietly saying the words,

“I think I love her, maman.”

Pascale simply smiled, and turned to walk back to the kitchen.

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He actually got through the first word and a half the fourth time. It seemed like whenever Charles actually got the opportunity to tell you he loved you, something or the other interrupted him, and this time was no exception. He never thought he would end up here, in a dingy club bathroom, wine stain on his brand new white shirt, and you standing by the sink laughing at him.

He had just won the Australian GP, Carlos coming in a close second, and Daniel stealing the third step of the podium. The season had started well for the team, and in natural Ferrari fashion, they had all gotten dressed up and found their way to the nearest club. Drinks flowed, partners were found and dragged to the dance floor, sweaty bodies pressed so close that it was hard to figure out who was who. He had been walking back from the bar, his and your drinks in hand, making his way back to his fellow drivers and you in a pretty black dress you’d picked out earlier in the day, when someone had bumped into him, wine spilling and staining his shirt. You’d turned at the noise that escaped his throat, an embarrassingly high-pitched squeal, and had kept a straight face for all of three seconds before you were laughing.

You’d taken the now empty glasses from his hands, set them down on the table and looped your arm through his, pulling him in the direction of the bathrooms.

“You know, now might not be the best time for a quickie, mon ètoile, my shirt is soaked.”

You had simply looked back at him, and told him that that was “even more reason to get that shirt off him”, your tone insinuating that you wouldn’t be doing anything of the sort. Once in the bathroom, the door locked and lights on, you’d beelined for the tissues, soaking them in a little water and soap before turning back to him with a determined look in your eyes. Instructing him to hold still, you’d taken to trying to scrub the stain out, armed with tissue that was on the verge of disintegrating. He knew the stain wasn’t going to budge, a voice that sounded like his mother’s telling him that he’d need hydrogen peroxide or vinegar at the very least, but he let you grip his shirt regardless, perching himself on the lip of the sink and pulling you closer to stand in between his legs. His eyes roved over your face, taking in the slight crease in between your eyebrows, and your teeth biting at your lower lip. There was something so endearing about the way you looked trying to rub something as stubborn as a wine stain out of his clothes that made him want to never let you go.

Tell her now, you idiot, who cares if you’re in a club bathroom, it’ll make for an interesting story to tell your kids later, he thought to himself.

“Ma chèrie?”, he waited for you to look up from his shirt before continuing, “I lo-“

“Charles! Did you manage to get that wine out yet? We’re waiting to order the next round of shots, mate, hurry up!”

The banging on the door, combined with his teammate’s voice, had interrupted him, the moment well and truly over. He grumbled to himself, something about never having a moment of peace, before looking up at you, nodding his head towards the direction of the door.

There was always next time.

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It had been a quiet moment, just you and him somewhere on the coast of Monaco, yacht rocking with the waves, peaceful. The day had started the way it usually did, the sun streaming into his eyes as you curled into his side, screwing your eyes shut in a vain effort to try and sleep a little longer. He’d kissed you, slow and soft, before whispering a hushed good morning, smiling when he got a sleepy mumble in response. He’d pushed himself up to lean against the headboard, with you whining as he jostled you, only quieting down when he pulled you back into the warmth of his arms. The two of you had stayed there for another half an hour, drifting in and out of consciousness before your stomach rumbled, effectively declaring that it was time to get out of bed and start working on breakfast. Charles knew you didn’t usually like to eat in the mornings, claiming that it made you feel slightly nauseous, but that you were an absolute sucker for a good cup of coffee and waffles, so he set out to make exactly that whilst you were in the shower.

It was not going well, to say the least. He’d even pulled up a waffle recipe on his phone, specifying to Google that he needed one that was beginner friendly. It had started out well, with him grabbing all the ingredients listed, even going so far as to grab the measuring cups you used when you baked the vanilla cookies he loved so much; and then he actually had to start putting everything together. He’d ended up cracking the first egg with far too much force, causing it to spill all over his hand, with slivers of the shell ending up in the bowl below. Once he had fished out the infuriatingly small pieces out of the egg mixture and added the milk, he got to work measuring out the flour, only to misjudge how heavy the bag was, and spilling it all over the counter and himself. He was stood stock still, face stuck in disbelief when you had walked in, freezing as you took in the scene unfolding in your kitchen.

“Oh, my love” was all you’d managed to get out, before you were making your way over to him, brushing your thumb across his cheek and saying “You’ve got a little something there.”

Once the breakfast disaster was cleaned, and you had taken over to make edible waffles, the two of you had migrated to the living room, curling up on the couch under your favourite fluffy blanket, armed with snacks to start a movie marathon. Sundays during summer break were reserved for snacking on salted caramel ice cream and brain-rotting romcoms, and it was tradition for you and Charles to bicker over which movie was put on first. Charles knew he would give in after the first minute of arguing, when you pulled out the big guns and flashed a sweet smile at him, and today was no different. He was glad it was no different.

The day had passed in a haze of kisses, sweet fruit and good wine. The weather was beautiful, wonderfully warm with a light breeze, and Charles had stated that it was the perfect night for a picnic under the stars on his yacht, ushering you in the direction of your room, telling you to get dressed. He grabbed a few more bottles of the wine you had been loving in the last couple of days, cutting up fruits and cubes of cheese for your impromptu picnic, before packing it all up into a small basket you could take with you. You’d come out of the bedroom in a white summer dress, and Charles felt his heart stop at the sight of you. You looked ethereal, like his own personal angel, and he told you as much, before gently taking hold of your hand and leading you to his car, picnic basket in hand.

You had been out on the water for an hour or so when you had leaned into Charles, your head resting on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his. He’d looked down at you and smiled, all dimples and warmth, before leaning down and kissing you softly, his lips just brushing over yours. You’d settled in and were sharing your second bottle of wine, looking up at the stars and talking about everything and nothing, the topic of your conversation ranging from who could find the most constellations to new recipes you wanted to try out the next time you had the chance. Charles was watching you ramble about a new cake recipe that you’d seen (or was it pie? He was hardly paying attention, too caught up in the way your eyes lit up and the way your cheeks flushed) when he just blurted it out.

“I love you.”

You had stopped midway through your sentence, words suddenly sticking to the inside your throat as you gazed up at him. He was looking at you with glazed eyes, the stars reflected in them, and panicking because what if you didn’t say it back? What if he had misread the situation so badly and had ended up ruining a perfectly good day because he couldn’t keep his thoughts to himself like-

“I love you too.”

And just like that, the breath was knocked out of his chest. You loved him. Him, Charles Leclerc, you loved him. He wanted to hear those words every single day, every morning when he woke up, every night before he went to sleep, every day for the rest of his life.

“Say it again”, he begged, needing to make sure you were really saying that you loved him, and this wasn’t just some sick, twisted dream, a figment of his imagination. You repeated it in hushed whisper, again and again, watching as the dimpled smile you had come to adore grew on his face, before pushing yourself up and kissing him again.

Yes, today had been the perfect day.

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dreamsinthewitchouse · 8 months

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It all happens in a split second, but it’s enough. Bucky’s jaw drops. “Holy shit,” he breathes. “You’re Captain America.”

Cracking a smile despite his nerves, Steve sends Bucky a sloppy salute. “Steve Rogers, at your service.”

“I think I need to sit down,” Bucky mutters, and sinks to the floor.

Calico Skies by @musette22 | 52k, Explicit

A little moodboard for the epic, slow burn Stucky cabin AU by the talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show-stopping and spectacular Minnie 🌲🌻🪵🐾🕯️🍂☕️ This fic is so very soft and sweet and beautiful, and guaranteed to leave your heart full of marshmallows. 💞💞💞

Happiest of birthdays, my most precious baby giraffe! 🥂🎂🎉🦒💘✨ I love you a completely abnormal amount, to the outer reaches of the universe and back, and I'm sending you so many birthday smooches and snuggles you won't know what to do with them all! 🥰💫💋 Bisou!

(Apologies for not managing to snap a photo of Bernie — I promise she’s chewing the bed as we speak. 🐐)

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY I LOVE YOUUUUUUU 💘💘💘#stucky #fic rec #minnie 💖💖💖

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discotitsposts · 3 days

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i heard that

reader overhears spencer checking on their baby

dad spencer x mom reader

rated e for everyone

As you lay your lovely baby girl down for her nap after gently rocking her, you hear footsteps behind you. You turn and see Spencer with the sweetest smile on his face.

“She’s so tired.” You whisper very quietly.

Spencer leans over the crib and just stares at her smiling. Tears brimming his eyes at the sight.

“She’s so precious.” He whispers quietly back. You motion for him to follow you to the kitchen and you make yourselves a snack.

“Let’s watch something!” You say picking up the baby monitor and your lunch and bringing it into the living room.

Spencer picks up his own lunch and gets you both something to drink. “Sure,” he calls from the kitchen, “You can pick something.”

You rack your brain for what to pick when you hear a noise. “Spence did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” He walks in and hands you your drink.

You motion him to “shh” and listen carefully.

You can hear your little baby softly babbling in her sleep.

“I’ll go check on her.” Spencer says getting up and going upstairs. You nod and pick a tv show to watch. You listen to the monitor and hear the shuffling of Spencer entering the room over the sound of your daughter, now crying.

“What’s the matter little princess? What do you need? Are you hungry?” You hear him say. “Here maybe this will help.” You hear the sound of him walking and figure he must be taking her to the rocking chair to calm her down. She quiets down immediately.

“Oh now you’re sleepy again. You just missed us, huh? I’m sorry sweetheart. I love you so much.” He continues speaking softly to her. “You have no idea darling. You and your mother are the best things that ever happened to me. Do you know that?” He’s speaking so gently.

His words have you in tears. This was too adorable. You hear him laugh over the monitor. You have to see this. You grab your phone and sneak up the stairs and watch him cradling her.

“You both make me so so happy everyday and remind me of the good in this world.” He’s having a hard time holding back any emotion by now and is crying tears of joy while laughing.

You snap a picture and then get a look at your daughter’s face and almost start laughing. She’s looking up at him in confusion.

(like this 🤨)

He keeps talking while she’s staring up at him like omg dude put me back to bed already, and it’s killing you! You start wheeze laughing because you can’t hold it in anymore. Spencer hears your faint laughing and looks down at your daughter.

“Oh really? I didn’t know you understood what I said. Wow! So expressive. You wanna go back to bed now?” He asks standing up.

She simply responds with “ah,” and smiles.

“Alright, geez, go back to sleep little ms. bossy pants.” He gives her a kiss on her head and then gently lays her back down and covers her with her baby blanket with the lions and giraffes on it.

You step into the room smiling so hard your face hurts.

“You,” He holds her tiny little hand, she grabs his finger. “Have captivated my heart since you were born.” He removes his hand and spins around. “And you, have had my heart since the day we met.” He taps your nose. You smile.

“ah,” She coos one last time before nodding off.

“Doesn’t she look cozy?” Spencer nods. She’s wearing a fuzzy pink strawberry print onesie, courtesy of auntie Penelope. You turn on her moon and stars nightlight and gently shut the door.

You and Spencer are quiet until you get back downstairs.

“When did you sneak in?” He asks.

“When I heard you tell her how much you love us.”

“Oh you heard that?” He asks.

You pick up the baby monitor, “I heard that.”

“Ahh, makes sense.” He lays down on the couch loosening his tie and removing his shoes. He takes a candy from the snack bowl and eats it.

You lay down on the couch with him and click play on The Munsters.

Three episodes in, you’ve fallen asleep too. Yawning at first before your eyes closed fully. Spencer keeps awake and watches you while running his hand through your hair. His soft caresses had practically welcomed the sleepiness into your eyes.

Spencer was the happiest he’d ever been.

the end💞

happy spencer happy spencer

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tsumus-babydoll · 2 years

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FAMILY TRIP - ATSUMU MIYA

wc: 1.3k l fluff ᓚᘏᗢ l gn!reader

tw: reader and atsumu have a child, lots of fluff

a/n: this is my first ever writing on tumblr. i hope it’s alright, if i missed anything please let me know. i would kindly appreciate any kind of feedback! thank you for reading!

sighing you take your hat off of your face. being on vacation with your husband and your chubby little toddler, of course meant, that your husband decided to visit the beach before it’s time to leave.

atsumu loving the beach was nothing new to you, so you were fine with it. even though you hate getting sand stuck everywhere, let alone the amount of people, and having to bear the sun all day long. for him you’d suck it up though, knowing he loves a good opportunity to play beach volleyball while his family is watching, and getting a tan to drive every single fan – aiming at you though - even crazier, (you could see the edits coming, please, you weren’t complaining though). so here you are; laying on a big blanket with an umbrella protecting you and your little family from the sun.

you looked to your right where you saw the great grand miya atsumu laying on his stomach with his hands tucked under his head fast asleep. cute – you thought to yourself, not that you would ever mention it in front of him. on his back laid your one-and-a-half-year-old son, kaito, sprawled out into a starfish position, resembling just his father.

it was about time to leave, the radiant sun setting in with its yellow pinkish lights, but before you just needed to admire the sight in front of you for a few more minutes. a few minutes more wouldn’t hurt anybody, right?

gazing at the father son duo you couldn’t help but coo at them both drooling, one more than the other. you decided to take a few pictures of them. seeing your son with his baby hat, a piece of fabric over his back and his favorite little giraffe doll held onto with a strong grip in his tiny soft hand, made something inside of your heart bloom, you couldn’t be any happier. while you were in awe of your little troublemaker unknown to you your husband was awake watching as your focus was on them.

the sound of giggles fills the air. looking down you are met with the most beautiful pair of eyes you had ever seen, the kind to make your stomach fill with butterflies. “mornin’ baby,” speaking with his groggy voice, you could see, that he’s looking at you like you are the source of beauty.

“mornin’ tsum’, did ya have a good nap?”. a hum and a slight nod are all you get before you let him rest his head in your hand. while closing his eyes you tell him “we should get going, ya know. It’s gonna get dark and you need to drive carefully, sumu”. he opened his eyes “I know, I know. can’t we just enjoy the last few minutes watching the sunset, angel?” he pouts. knowing you cannot resist atsumu you turn, sitting up so you can look at the ocean reflecting all those pretty colors of the sunset.

you feel big arms engulfing you from behind, he rests his head on yours. looking to your side, you realized your lover boy somehow managed to put your still sleeping kaito into his baby seat.

you let yourself relax in his touch, as strokes your arm. feeling his chest with your back, rising and falling, you sink into the of comfort he is providing. both of you sit there, swaying side to side, enjoying the birds chirping in the silence of your toddler’s nap.

“I love you,” he says it like it’s an obvious statement. not like he’s confessing, but like it’s a fact. turning your head, you kiss his bicep acknowledging the love and care he holds for you “I love you too, sum’”. smiling to himself he takes your hand, kisses it and goes ahead to ask you, “why the hell are ya so gorgeous?”

laughing you spin and cradle his lap. he’s grinning at the sound of it, because for him it’s the most beautiful thing in the entire universe.

you gently hold his face like it’s the most precious thing in your palms and realize how warm his skin feels compared to yours. “what?”, he asks looking like the innocence that’s lacking in his personality (smh). “nothin’.”, you say, though the dorky grin on your face tells otherwise. losing yourself in his chocolate brown eyes you murmur, “so pretty.” he flusters, of course he does. no matter how much of an act atsumu puts on to impress you or how tough he acts around you, you simply know he will always be your dear husband, whose age shrinks to teenage boy atsumu, when you’re flirting with him.

he takes your face into his hands and looks down before looking up again. he slowly approaches your soft velvety lips, and you seal the kiss. it’s messy, but surely full of love. you heavily breath out of your nose, grasping onto him while moving your lips to the rhythm he has set. breaking apart you lean onto each other’s foreheads, trying to steady your breathings.

hearing him let out a breath before smiling he asks “let’s get going shall we, baby?”.

before you know it, kaito is awake. groaning you stand up and take kaito into your arms, “hi baby, did ya’ have a good nap? yeah? are ya’ hungry? c’mon let’s getcha something ta eat, huh?”your husband watches you and laughs wholeheartedly. he would’ve never imagined seeing you this swoon over your little family. he grabs the baby bag with the backpack, to pack the blanket in it, after shaking the sand off.

after finishing doing so, he picks up the baby seat and walks towards you, where he sees the love of his life showing his son the birds. he gives your shoulder a peck, “let’s get into the car, hmm?”. you follow him to the parking lot.

once you arrive at your car, he opens the door for you and kaito. putting your toddler into his seat and handing him his play doll you go to sit into the passenger seat. watching atsumu get in as you are ready to go, he puts on his seatbelt and starts the engine. he takes your hand, kisses the top of it – a habit he has made over the years - and puts it on the gear so he can hold it throughout the entire ride back.

the plan for now is to return to the hotel and get ready to fly home to osaka. the car stops at a red light. you see atsumu admiring you. “I’m so lucky to have you as mine, doll.” laughing you respond, “it wasn’ luck sum. you were making a fool out of yourself. I needed to stop you.”. the top of his ears change into a red color recalling all of his embarrassing moments trying to ask you out. you hear you toddler letting out a giggle. surprised you both look back. kaito’s biting his hand and grinning ear to ear, “pwaah...pahahh” is all you hear before atsumu parks the car and starts celebrating due to the first word his son just gave from him. you’ll do your best to make sure you won’t miss your flight; after the celebration that is of course.

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m-y-fandoms · 9 months

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COMMISSION: Kokichi Ouma dating a taller woman (headcanon list + drabble)

Word Count: 1.4K words approximately

Warnings/Details: SFW was requested, so any NSFW headcanons would have to be a separate piece. Expect fluff, romance, and possible unhealthy relationship elements because it’s Kokichi, but still SFW overall.

(A taller woman is defined here as literally even an inch taller than him, all the way up to a major height difference. I’ve dated a man only an inch shorter than me and definitely noticed that inch difference so we have a wide height range to work with here! I personally am imagining a woman at least a good five inches taller than him in my mind, but again, anyone taller than him in any way would work!)

As friends before you two were officially dating (but he had a crush on you):

Kokichi is definitely the type to tease and pick on the people he likes. It might even be hard to tell he has a crush on you because he’s mischievous and obnoxious with everyone. Depending on your personality type, you might enjoy just having his attention so often or, you might think he hates you or is just trying to bully you.

If you respond by liking the attention or teasing him back, he would get super confident and a little more touchy each time. It would become increasingly obvious that he’s flirting with you.

If you responded by pulling away or getting offended, he would become frustrated. In his mind it would be obvious that he likes you. Why else would he be giving you so much of his precious time and attention??? He would be a little whiny when you responded poorly or eventually feel the need to explain that he really likes you, but he would hate having to explain it. His cheeks would get all red, he’d roll his eyes, talking to you like you’re some idiot for not picking up on his cues.

Kokichi lies to everyone, even himself, so even though he acts like his height doesn’t bother him and even might joke about it sometimes, it probably bothers him at least a tiny bit deep down. He doesn’t make it a focus in his life but doesn’t like when people point it out, even if he plays it off and has a sarcastic rebuttal for them.

Therefore, when he finds himself crushing on you, a woman taller then him, he for sure would use your height to tease you. If he’s going to feel insecure, then everyone’s going to feel insecure. He doesn’t want you to think his height matters/is a flaw, so him teasing you will prove he’s confident in himself, right?

You’d definitely hear a bunch on uncreative jabs and nicknames: tree trunk, giraffe, skyscraper, stretch, bigfoot, lamp-post, daddy long legs, gigantasaurus, Goliath, stilts, rooftop, and so on and so forth.

He might surprise attack you, running and jumping onto your back and latching on. Whether or not this takes you down to the ground or you carry him around like a baby sloth matters little to him.

After you two start dating:

Sometimes, he will like to prove implicitly that he is not weak and not to be looked down upon for his size…

When you two are alone, he sometimes will pull at your hair or the collar of your shirt to bring you down to his height so he can kiss you or whisper in your ear.

He likes to put you in physically uncomfortable positions to fluster and corner you. Feeling like he’s in control and can make you nervous excites him.

He will corner you in hallways, push you up against walls and trap you in between his arms.

He’s much stronger then he looks, but like with most aspects of Kokichi, what you see initially, isn’t always what you get.

When you two are alone in his room, he will cage you below him on his bed to kiss you, hold you down, be more assertive and initiate make-out sessions.

If you’re sitting together talking or playing games, he might pull you onto his lap, reassuring you in his own immature, aloof way that you’re not too heavy for him.

The teasing never stops, and certainly not in public. Kokichi isn’t one to bring down his walls and be vulnerable and romantic in front of others. Protective, possessive, or jealous maybe. He reserves his true feelings and mushy moments for when you two are alone, and threatens you with death should you tell anyone.

If he does let out some PDA with you, it’s purposely to fluster you or scare away others that he thinks are interested in you.

Also, he’s very much the “Only I can make fun of Y/N” or “Only I can hold Y/N’s hand” type of boyfriend, especially if you’re insecure about your height already. He gets clingy and jealous even when you’re just being platonic with others.

You were sitting in your dorm room for once. Usually, you found yourself spending the night in Kokichi’s, but he was being rather secretive about his room for some reason this week. You sat next to him on the ground, looking at a splayed out deck of cards on the floor. You often spent the nights like this: with him, either wandering the school grounds and getting up to trouble or in his room where he could have you all to himself. He could be selfish like that, clingy. Sometimes seeing others get close to you made him more jealous than he’d like to admit.

And you could most definitely tell when it was one of his more needy days. He’d be more whiny, showing his true feelings through a furrowed brow here or a scrunched nose there. He sighed, tired of leaning his head onto your shoulder. He wanted more, more contact with you, more of you entirely. Without warning, he grabbed both hands firmly onto your legs and pulled you into his lap. He was sitting with his legs criss-crossed, and with an unexpected show of strength for someone of his size, he sunk his slender, pale fingers into the meat of your thighs and slid you effortlessly into his lap. He snuggled you in and you slotted perfectly into the cavity of his hips and thighs.

You squirmed in protest, gasping a little at the surprise of being lifted so suddenly. Your cheeks warmed up at the close contact and intimate position. He placed his chin back onto your shoulder, nuzzling against it every so often and resumed the game, handing you cards and promising not to cheat and peek at your hand (probably a lie).

When moments passed and you still squirmed about uncomfortably in his lap, he grunted, irate:

“Sit still, I’m trying to get comfortable!” He tilted his head, biting down into the skin of your shoulder in a childish display of frustration.

“Well… Kokichi… aren’t I a little heavily? Are you sure you want me to sit here like this…?” You finally voiced the apprehension behind your wriggling. You were bigger then him, and his frame was so lithe and petite. You felt like a beast crushing it’s prey. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the closeness and his touch, but you couldn’t help but feel self conscious.

“Why would I put you here if I didn’t want it, stupid head?!” He puffed his cheeks out in exasperation.

“It just… I mean I feel like I’m grating your pelvis into dust right now…” He wouldn’t say it directly, but he hated comments like this. Though he knew it was your own insecurities against yourself at work, he couldn’t help but be offended for himself, like you thought he was puny and weak at the same time. You would never say that to Gonta or Kaito, right? Even Kiyo, who was thin as could be would be spared from such comments. Why? Because he was 6’2”. Kokichi frowned at your comment, trying not to take out that anger on you, though he really wanted to.

“If you move even an inch, I’m going to bonk you over the head and knock you out…” he grumbled, wrapping both arms around your torso and crushing you into his chest in a show of dominance. He wanted to prove that he could hold you, he could be strong and in control, he could handle all of you.

You relaxed into his hold, feeling the beating of his heart against your back and deciding to let the topic go for now.

BONUS: In a NON-DESPAIR AU

He gets pissed, crossing his arms and practically steaming when you guys go to amusement parks and people imply that he’s not tall enough for certain rides.

He finds your body super attractive, content to sit back and simply watch you try on clothes without complaint.

He refers to you as his “tall gf” or “huge gf” in many different scenarios, even if you’re just the least bit taller than him.

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bradshawsbaby · 1 year

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#1 but instead of it being a couple it’s nat and ellie when she’s basically a baby and mrs bradshaw with lydia, and they make flower crowns for their girls together..maybe lydia is trying to braid her mom and nat’s hair and/or playing with baby ellie

jake and bradley watch their girls without them knowing 🥹 (they’re probably almost in tears too because it’s so pure and wholesome)

This request was so unbelievably precious! 🥹 I hope you enjoy!

It wasn’t often that Bradley, Phoenix, and Jake all had a day off at the same time—and even less often that it happened to fall on a Saturday. By some miracle, when it did finally happen, the weather just so happened to be absolutely gorgeous, perfect for a day of outdoor family activities.

To make the most of this rare occasion, you all planned a joint family outing, Bradshaws and Seresins, to the San Diego Zoo, followed by a picnic in Balboa Park.

Goose had been most excited for the jaguars.

JJ wanted to see the elephants.

Lydia couldn’t stop gushing about the koala bears.

Ben and Liam nearly got lost near the baboons.

James was thrilled by the lions.

And Ellie was in awe of the giraffes.

By the time your group had finally gotten settled in a nice, shady spot in the park, you, Bradley, Phoenix, and Jake were exhausted. But it seemed like the boys were just starting to get a second wind—Ben and Liam were running around in circles, seeing who could get dizzy faster, while Goose and JJ were racing each other between two trees, four-year-old James pumping his tiny legs to try to keep up with them.

“How do they even manage it? I don’t think I’ve ever had so much energy in my life,” you confessed from your spot on the picnic blanket, where you were currently reapplying sunblock to Lydia’s shoulders.

“I’m exhausted just looking at them,” Phoenix nodded in agreement, holding out a piece of strawberry for two-year-old Ellie to munch on. Turning her head, she glanced over at her husband, who was lounging on the grass with one arm flung over his eyes. “Hey, Bagman,” she said, nudging him with her foot.

“Hm?” he asked, lifting his head with effort.

“Why don’t you and Rooster go put the boys through their paces so that they’ll all pass out and stop running around like maniacs,” she suggested, smirking over at you when you laughed behind your hand.

“But Minx!” Jake whined, already tired from chasing after the twins all day.

“Come on, Hangman,” Bradley laughed, winking at you as he rose from the spot where he’d been resting and smacked his friend on the shoulder. “Let’s give the ladies a little girls’ time. Unless you’re feeling too out of shape for a quick round of dogfight football.”

“Hell no,” Jake declared immediately, hopping up from the ground in record time. “But you’re getting the twins on your team this time,” he smirked, cupping his hands around his mouth as he began calling for Goose, JJ, Ben, Liam, and James to fall in.

Phoenix rolled her eyes, laughing. “Typical. Still as competitive as ever, those two.”

“Always,” you grinned in response, popping a couple raspberries into your mouth.

“Mommy! Flower!” Ellie cried out, pointing towards a small cluster of wildflowers growing nearby, a riotous array of pinks and purples and yellows.

“Oh, look how pretty!” Phoenix cooed. “Do you want to pick some?”

“Pick!” Ellie exclaimed eagerly, nodding her head.

“Come on, Ellie, I’ll pick flowers with you!” Lydia said, taking the little girl’s hand in hers as she walked them over to the wildflowers. At seven, Lydia loved getting to look out for Ellie—she was like the little sister she never had.

You and Phoenix smiled as you watched your daughters pick flowers together, Lydia gently trying to show Ellie how to hold them without crushing them. It was a peaceful scene, punctuated every now and then by the rambunctious shouts of your boys when one of them made a particularly impressive play.

A few minutes later, the girls returned with a large number of pretty blossoms in hand.

“For Mommy!” Ellie declared, dropping a handful of flowers onto Phoenix’s lap.

“Oh, thank you!” Phoenix replied, picking up a light purple flower and sniffing it delicately.

“Aren’t they pretty, Mommy?” Lydia asked, holding out a fistful of pink petals in your direction.

“Beautiful!” you nodded enthusiastically, beaming up at her. “Why don’t you show Ellie how to make flower crowns, the way Amelia was showing you?” you suggested.

“Oh, yeah! Good idea!” Lydia smiled, sitting down beside Ellie on the blanket. “Want to learn to make flower crowns so you can be a princess, Ellie?”

Ellie’s eyes widened at the word “princess” and she nodded exuberantly.

It was slow going, and a lot of assistance from both you and Phoenix was required, but soon enough, you had four beautiful flower crowns lying in front of you, the sweet smell of spring and sunshine wafting through the air.

“Aunt Phoenix, can I braid Ellie’s hair?” Lydia asked, looking up at her with hopeful eyes. “Mommy is teaching me how!”

“Of course,” Phoenix nodded with an indulgent smile. She loved all your children, but she had a particularly soft spot for Lydia.

“Thank you!” Lydia beamed, practically glowing. “Mommy, you should braid Aunt Phoenix’s hair!”

And that was how the Bradshaw ladies ended up braiding the Seresin women’s hair, Ellies’s braid short and sweet, and Phoenix’s a bit more elaborate because you ended up having fun with it. You were just crowning one another with your flower circlets when the boys came traipsing back over, sweaty and red-faced and out of breath.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” Jake grinned, lifting Ellie into his arms and tapping her nose affectionately.

“Daddy! I a princess!” Ellie cried happily, squeezing his face between her hands.

“Oh, a princess, huh?” he asked, tickling her belly until she erupted into a fit of giggles.

“Well she’s a princess,” Phoenix smirked. “I’m a queen.”

“Well I knew that already,” Jake winked, lowering down beside his wife so that he could plant a kiss on her lips. The six-year-old twins pretended to gag in response.

“Do you like our crowns, Daddy?” Lydia asked, running up to Bradley and wrapping her arms around his waist.

“They’re beautiful, angel,” Bradley nodded, ducking down to press a kiss to the top of your daughter’s head. Taking her hand, he sat down beside you on the picnic blanket and kissed you softly. “Very beautiful, Your Highness,” he whispered teasingly.

“So who won dogfight football?” Phoenix asked, watching with an arched brow as the boys began digging through the picnic basket.

“We did!” all of them declared, leading to a heated debate about which team had actually taken the victory.

In the end, as busy and hectic a day as it had been, none of you would have changed a thing about it. The kids all fell asleep on the ride home, giving the adults a bit of respite and time to unwind.

Lots of fun today! Can’t wait to do it again soon, you texted Phoenix during the drive back.

Not too soon 🤪😂

When the Seresins arrived back at their house and began unloading the car, Phoenix carrying a sleeping Ellie into the house, Jake glanced down at the floor in the backseat and spotted a small circlet of flowers.

“Can’t forget this,” he said, holding it out gingerly to Phoenix when he stepped inside. “Every princess needs her crown.”

Spring OTP Prompts 🌼

#bradshaw drabble #hannix drabble #the bradshaw family #mr. & mrs. bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #the seresin family #hannix #hangman x phoenix #spring writing prompts

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continentalblue · 11 months

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A continuation of your all tomorrows headcanons?

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SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I FORGOT TO ANSWER LMAOOO

i said I would do these yesterday but it's like 12 am so it still counts #slay

also lemme know if u want me to rewrite/clarify any of these I'm typing all that comes to mind

also I wouldn't mind writing more of these lmaoo. this one got a teensy bit long

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🌌 Bug Facers had a bartering/trade system rather than a cash system. This trade system was highly complex; people who tried to pass off their goods as being more high-quality than they really were were punished severely. They also had a monarchy, with the Queen being 25% larger than the other people. Her citizens were taxed and the best food went to her. Her function was the same as that of an ant's queen. Actually, more to the point, I picture their monarchy as being similar to that of ant's. However, after their invasion, the monarchy was dissolved and turned into a democracy.

🌌 Despite their relative immobility, the Temptors actually developed some form of culture. Males would spread ideas between females, who rued the fact that they could not meet other members of their species. I also feel that the males could talk, though their enunciation wasn't really that good. Based on the sharpness and shape of their beaks, it's possible they were all-purpose feeders who preyed on insects, nuts, and other worms. The females required three times the amount of food as males in order to provide enough energy for their brains.

🌌 The Lopsiders actually experienced some sexual dimorphism. The reason for this is because their designs remind me of anglerfish. Females were markedly larger than males, and the males depended on the females for sustenance. This was slowly phased out as they evolved, as the species would cannibalize others for food. They had no trade system; they operated under a "it's yours if you're fast enough mentality."

🌌 Because their experience became so automized, the Tool Breeders actually evolved away from actually having blood at all! As a result, their flesh became more gelatinous. While a drought would have slowly but surely dehydrated the species' flesh and caused the end of the species, they learned how to make water from seemingly thin air. They have a capitalistic system that constantly pushes new inventions.

🌌 Much of the Titan's mythology focused on figures who were more mobile; ie., those that had two legs. When a Titan was born with two limbs, they were hailed as a god. They were seen as prophets and harbingers of good luck. They emphasized an ideal that the species could no longer go back to.

Since they lived in a savannah, they also grew thick skin on their bodies to account for the insects and the spikes on their favorite plants. They also transferred to a more vegetarian diet, consuming foods similar to those that giraffes and African elephants eat.

🌌 Hand Flappers had mating dances similar to those of birds-of-paradise. Had they developed sapience, Hand Flappers would have pioneered acting as an art form, using their wings to emphasize their stories. High-class Hand Flappers wore bracelets of precious metals that surrounded their wings. Wing care became an important social aspects; to groom someone else's wings was tantamount to declaring your love for them.

🌌 Satryiacs had fairly short lifespans, which accounted for the amount of parties that they had. As a result, their minds matured remarkably quickly: by their first birthday, their minds were already fully developed. Their bodies followed soon after, and six months later, they were already considered adults. They had very loose views on monogamy; as a concept it simply did not exist. They had relationships with whomever they wanted, whenever they wanted.

🌌 Despite their lack of sapience, the Blind Folk actually had fairly defined parental relationships, mirroring that of humans on Earth. Blind Folk babies were born helpless and unable to do much of anything. A cry from a baby would inspire all the adults in the surrounding area to come to their aid, a fact that was occasionally exploited by predators.

🌌 If put on Earth's atmosphere, Spacers would get crushed underneath their own weight. Also, since they have such modified internal systems, they do not need to eat. However, they need to sleep for fourteen hours in a day to recuperate enough energy to move.

#blue's friends #all tomorrows #all tomorrows headcanons #bug facer #temptor #lopsiders #cannibalism mention #tool breeders #titan #hand flapper #satryiac #blind folk #spacer #longpost

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