I was sexually assaulted at my job repeatedly. I need help getting an employment lawyer to take my case. If you can spare anything I would be eternally grateful. Thank you.
[ID: two photos of a skinned unicorn toy, made mostly of white plastic casing, exposed joints, wires, and green circuit boards. It has blue hooves, eyes and a horn.]
a lil something ive been working on for a bit now, i think shes super cute but i still have a lot of plans for her going forward
1. replacing her tail with a cool new robot tail (and a mane?? maybe??)
2. getting the fuzz off her ears, or just removing them entirely?
3. she still has a bit of fuzz on the right front hoof, ill need to use acetone or something to scrub the visible parts away (all the other fur was like sown in but this ones like glued underneath the hoof for some reason??)
4. id love to open up her torso a bit more but a. dont know if thats even a good idea (it might be load bearing??) and b. not sure how to remove her legs :3 (if anyone has any suggestions im all ears)
5. i like her creepy dolls eyes but i kinda wanna know how shed look without them………..
the worst part of being a Horse Person is having Horse Person thoughts about your favorite characters and then realizing that probably nobody in the fandom is as weird as you and would want those thoughts
My hot take is that a baby Venice is a goldmine for humor and conflict.
Imagine this: Pete and Vegas take home baby Venice. Vegas loves Macau and he’s protective of him - he feels that way towards Venice. This complicated by the fact that Vegas actually enjoys being a caretaker AND he’s got all these mixed up feelings of guilt and anger about his dad’s abuse and death, which he hasn’t dealt with properly and he’s projecting some of them onto Venice.
Meanwhile, Pete is trying to be a part of Vegas’ family and he thinks part of what that means is caring for Macau and Venice. He loves Vegas and is trying to fit in and it’s not working.
There should be a lot of humor worked in here, because babies are messy and reveal the foibles of adults - so we can get bathroom jokes, formula accidents, embarrassing public incidents, hilarity around trying to get the baby to bed, etc - but the joke is always on the adults (usually Vegas and Pete) and underneath the funny, things are going very, very badly.
Pete and Vegas are still emotionally compromised from the whole kidnapping-and-torture thing, the final shoot out, and Kan’s death; now they are also sleep deprived, exhausted and overwhelmed by trying to care for Venice when they haven’t even learned to care for themselves.
Vegas is on the verge of a supervolcano of a meltdown. Pete is about to end the relationship and leave Vegas in an act of self-preservation (again).
And then Porsche comes to visit. Pete and Porsche have been texting; Porsche is coming to check on his bestie - he’s heard about the baby, but hasn’t so much as seen a picture. He doesn’t do much checking up on Pete, though, because he’s distracted by how cute the baby is (this is like when your friend comes over to say “hi” but spends the visit on the floor talking to your cat).
Pete knows an opportunity when he sees one. Vegas is so tired and emotionally raw that Pete successfully convinces him to let Porsche “babysit” Venice for a couple of days. When Porsche is gone, Vegas and Pete sit down on the couch to catch their breath - and immediately fall asleep on top of one another.
Pol and Arm run into Porsche in the main family foyer and are like, Um, Porsche, did you kidnap a baby?!
Kinn walks in: Porsche, your hom- baby?
Everyone else is trying to get the story of where the baby came from, but Kinn makes a beeline for Porsche and starts cooing at Venice, petting his cheeks and making funny faces. He does not ask where the baby came from because he does not care if his husband has kidnapped a baby.
Anyway, Kinn and Porsche are superglued to Venice for the next couple of days. No one can get a coherent answer out of either of them about ANYTHING non-baby related. At one point, they have a legitimate fight over who gets to hold the baby.
Meanwhile, Pete and Vegas are doing a lot of crying and cuddling and introspection. They decide the can’t keep Venice. Vegas isn’t emotionally prepared to be a parent, it’s destroying their relationship, and Pete doesn’t really want kids anyway. They need to find a family to adopt Venice.
Pete calls Porsche to tell him to bring Venice back, but Porsche is weirdly evasive and then stops answering the phone. This worries Vegas, so Pete and Vegas “storm” the main family compound in search of their wayward baby.
They find Venice with Kinn and Porsche in that living room area that’s attached to Kinn’s bedroom. The marble coffee table, the long elegant couches….the sleek mafia vibe has been ruined because it looks like a baby catalogue vomited all over the furniture and floor.
Pete: …you’ve been babysitting for less than 48hrs…
Porsche, glancing around as if seeing the mess for the first time: Yeah, we’ve never had a baby before.
Vegas, snatching Venice up: And you don’t have a baby now!
Kinn: You could leave him with us. We don’t mind...
Vegas: You are raising my baby brother over my dead body and I mean that so very literally.
Pete: ...okay! It’s been great to see you - so nice to have a family reunion - we’ll be going now - no dead bodies today please!
Pete and Vegas take Venice away with them, leaving Kinn and Porsche with an empty nest. Vegas finds a nice lesbian couple who are looking to adopt and they arrange that Vegas will help cover childcare and education costs and he and Pete get to visit/babysit Venice on weekends.
Vegas: You don’t have to do this with me, I know you don’t like kids.
Pete: I don’t dislike kids, I just don’t want to have any. Venice is an important part of your life - I want to visit him with you.
Pete and Vegas now have time and space to work on themselves and their relationship and their baby adventure has given them new insight into their own needs and boundaries.
Porsche and Kinn do not get over their baby-craze. They go out and adopt a baby girl and spoil her badly because they are trying to give her all the love and goodness their own childhoods lacked but they have a poor sense of limits.
Chay: You never treated me like that!
Porsche, covering Baby’s ears: Don’t listen to your uncle.
(Venice grows up in a stable home far, far away from anything mafia related, raised by his two loving moms and his cool uncles. He thinks Macau is the coolest uncle/older brother and, as a toddler, he says so to Vegas’ face repeatedly).
(Baby grows up to the most entitled mafia heir EVER, but gets a reality check when she falls in love with a beautiful young woman, etc, etc).
(When Chay holds Baby, Kim’s brain short-circuits but, sadly, he’s emotionally allergic and breaks out into hives if he spends more than 5min in a room with a baby. Lucky for him, Chay is content with being an uncle).
(Tankhun declares himself the worlds greatest uncle. He is actually very good at dealing with poop, vomit, crying, etc, and he LOVES dressing Baby up and playing games with her, but he cannot put her to sleep at the end of the day. Kinn suggests this is because Khun’s version of a lullaby is pop karaoke, but Khun declines to take the hint. Porsche says he’s the “worlds greatest uncle from the hours of 9am to 9pm”).
Hello, you are feeding my newly formed Vargas addiction and I am pleased. May I have Scriabin being a lil bitch? He is one and we all know it.
Glad to hear it lol ♫
Sorry but you just missed Requestober this year and I’m on hiatus for the moment :P I always encourage going through the backlog though, because luckily, he is always a little bitch ♥
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Surely mister perfect dad-husband-lover Nanami babywears? I could see him in a big woven wrap, maybe one in the same pattern as his tie?
And once the baby is a toddler, tossing them on his back while they run errands about town?
Bonus: would Higuruma? I haven’t read the manga so I only really know of him and his traits via fandom…
Nanami Kento: He absolutely babywears 👏👏 I think he'd be into the reliability of a structured carrier myself, but would absolutely fall apart if Mrs.Nanami has one made with a bespoke, tie-matching pattern.
I think he'd also have a meticulously organised baby bag with snacks, outfit changes, medicine, etc. Truly, a prepared king. He finds it uniquely frustrating that most baby-change rooms are in women's only bathrooms.
I think he'd have a back carrier for a toddler, but he'd encourage them to walk as much as he could, wearing the carrier just in case. They'd get thrown on his back when he needs to carry stuff though. He'd check they're awake back there by doing the Reach Back and Offer Snack technique...if a little hand comes out to take the snack, they're awake 😌
He'd be talking to people while babywearing, his usual low, stern voice, and would randomly interject every now and then with his sweet dad voice to include the baby: "...so we intercepted the Curse on the second floor, and Ino managed to take it out. But you don't need to know about that, do you, sweetheart? No, nooooo. No scary monsters here, no there aren't..."
Talk too loudly by him while the baby's asleep on him, and you'll be met with a death glare, and a single, raised finger in threat; Mr.Nanami Kento, who can excuse murder, but draws the line at disturbing naps.
Higuruma Hiromi: While I HC Higuruma as child free by choice (I have written just one fic of Dad!Higuruma), I think he'd absolutely babywear through practicality, the guy's too busy to push a buggy. If he has to use a buggy one day, I picture him jogging this baby to daycare (because he's running late) while pushing this buggy. He drops his baby off, gives him a big kiss and hair ruffle...then runs back, because the baby's been holding onto his case notes for him, and he forgot them.
That baby would be his confidante; Higuruma would share case details and ask his baby's opinion ("...so the prosecution, think they've got the evidence they need, but they're clowns. They're clowns, aren't they? Aren't they darling? Yes they are..."), go to client meetings with the baby ("Look...I believe you, but my kid doesn't look convinced. Maybe try something more like..."), and use his baby as an excuse ("Ahhh I'm sorry, I can't make that client lunch actually? Why? Oh, me and my baby hate you I haven't got childcare for the afternoon, today.")
Higuruma's a big oral fixation guy, and a fidgeter (pen chewer, gavel twizzler, tie loosening...) and assumes his baby is too, so has a baby fiddle-clip for when he's babywearing (he likes a wrap sling-- he knows it looks sloppy, but he's a dexterous king and can tie one in 10 seconds flat). He may or may not have had a bespoke fiddle/teething clip made, with a little rubberised gavel on it for chewing.
He's one of those dads who feels sleepy when a baby naps on him. You'd find him, slumped back in his office chair, with a baby napping on his chest, while Hiromi snores away, head back and exhausted, a pen and paperwork still in his hand.
Mr.Haitch is a keen babywearer. I'm very into Strong Man Wears Baby as a thing 💀
think if reader had muzan's child and they're breastfeeding their baby & he see the child getting milk, would he be like 'hey. gimme some of that.'
i imagine reader would be flustered but down for it aha
SINFUL SUNDAY
Muzan found himself in an unexpected situation. Clad in his usual elegant attire, Muzan stood beside you, the mother of his child, as you cradled your newborn in your arms. The soft glow of the moonlight falling through a large window bathed the chamber.
Your infant, a delicate mix of human and demon heritage, nestled against your chest, eagerly latching onto your breast for sustenance.
Muzan observed with a calculating gaze, his crimson eyes narrowing as he fixated on the scene before him. "I want some of that too," Muzan's voice, smooth and tinged with arrogance, sliced through the silence. His eyes bore into yours, a twisted curiosity playing in their depths. There was a certain arrogance in his demeanor, as if he believed that even the act of breastfeeding held a power dynamic that he could exploit.
You arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by his audacity. "You're a demon king, Muzan-sama. I hardly think breast milk is on the menu for someone of your stature."
Muzan's lips curled into a sly smile, revealing sharp fangs. "Stature has nothing to do with cravings, my dear mortal. A feeble concoction of life's essence, bestowed upon the weak and vulnerable is making me curious." The demon king circled around you, his gaze never leaving the child at your breast.
With a sense of reluctant compliance, you nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate dance required to navigate the temperamental whims of the father of your child. Gently cradling the infant in your arms, you approached a meticulously crafted wooden crib, adorned with the most opulent silk blanket money could buy. You carefully nestled the child within the confines of its plush sanctuary.
Upon your return to Muzan's presence, you once again nodded, a gesture that carried the weight of unspoken acquiescence. The Demon Lord, perched regally, regarded you with an air of entitlement as he gestured for you to take a seat beside him on an elegantly crafted couch. Complying, you lowered yourself gracefully onto the plush cushions, the atmosphere tinged with a subtle tension.
Without delay, Muzan's hands moved with a possessive confidence, cupping yours breast in a gesture that bespoke both control and desire. Muzan deftly slid the strap of your nightgown from your shoulder, revealing a portion of your chest. His gaze fixated on the rounded swell of your breast, brimming with nourishing milk. The baby's suckling had left the aureola of your breast darkened.
The demon bent down, taking the bud into his mouth. He began to suckle gently, ensuring the sharp edges of his fangs didn't cause any discomfort to you. As the milk flowed into his mouth, he hummed with satisfaction, savoring the runny sweetness that gradually evolved with each sip.
You found yourself in a bewildering situation, unsure of how to react as he drank your milk. Eventually, you tentatively rested a hand on his shoulder, seeking a semblance of stability.
He continued to suckle, delicately pressing against the breast with his chilly hand. His long, pointed nails lightly brushed against the tender flesh, making you yelp a little.
"Shhh," he whispered, taking the bud out of his mouth to look directly at you. "We don't want the baby to wake up."
Muzan swiftly removed your remaining sleeve of the nightgown, revealing your chest completely to his hungry, crimson eyes. He then shifted his focus to the other breast, wrapping his lips around the hardened nipple. He took his time, gently sucking while flicking his tongue against the hardened bud. The milk spilled into his mouth again, prompting a satisfied hum. The entire experience, he realized, had an unintended consequence — his pants felt uncomfortably tight in the crotch.
The experience had a profound effect on you as well. You moaned quietly in relief as he eased the tension in your breasts by gently drinking the accumulated milk. "Oh, my lord," you whispered, gently caressing his shoulder.
Muzan took your hand and directed it toward his groin, where a noticeable bulge had formed.
Without a second thought, you sensed the texture of his hardened penis through the fabric of his pants and began to delicately massage it whilst his tongue massaged the erected nipple.
As things intensified, Muzan pulled away, fixing a stern gaze on your flushed face. "Take off your clothes," he commanded, his tone firm and demanding. "I want to take you, right here and now. And who knows, perhaps you'll birth me another heir soon."