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emotionaldisaster909 · 5 months
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
OFFICIAL BABY HONG HONG-ER DESIGN?????
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AND SOLDIER HONG HONG-ER!!! MY CHILD!!!!!
LOOK AT HIM!!!!!
sourse - градоначальник хуа
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jiyascepter · 6 months
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loki over there losing his shit in this scene:
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meanwhile mobius:
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why is he like this 😭❤️
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dinodiiya · 2 years
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i love the hc that he sewed the doll for the boy <3
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Baby, all at once, this is enough (Namor x f!reader)
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(Still obsessed with him, don’t judge me)
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Masterlist
Pairing: Namor x F!reader
Word count: 574
Summary: You gave him one of the gratest gifts he could have ever asked for.
Warning: Nothing to be honest, just the must pure of purest fluff, I think.
A/N: What can I say? I love him so much that I will write for him to the day I die
Translations:
In yakunaj - My love
Jats'uts - beautiful
In reina - My queen
Meent in ts'áaik teen asab ti' le ba'ax je'el k'áatik, Nib óolal in yaakunaj. - You have given me more than I could ever ask for, thank you my love
Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received!
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Namor enter quietly to his quarters, not wanting to disturb you if you were resting. He remembered the moment he saw you laying on his bed, so pale and weak, that the thought of loosing you terrified him. He just couldn’t stand seeing you like that. He couldn’t. You were everything, his strength, his heart, his soul. He was a changed man because of you.
You opened your eyes at the sound of him, a smile immediately forming on your face. “Hi.” You whispered.
“In yakunaj.” He kneeled at your side, his hands quickly grabbing yours, kissing your palms. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”
You laugh. “I have everything I could ever need at the moment.”
Namor smiled, even after all this time, he waiting for you to ask anything, you would always deny that offer. “You are glowing.” One of his hands left yours and brush away the few strands of hair that glued to your face thanks to the sweat. “Jats'uts.”
“So you are saying I was not beautiful before?” You said, the smile still on your face. Namor shook his head in amusement. “Have you seen them?”
“Not yet.” He kissed your forehead. “I wanted to see you first, needed to make sure you didn’t leave me.”
“As if I could leave you alone.” You whispered back.
As if on cue, Namora entered smiling, two little bundles tucked on her arms. “K'uk'ulkan.” She nodded at Namor, turning quickly to you. “In reina.”
Namor left your side for a moment, walking towards Namora, gently taking away one of the babies. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his son, cradling him as gently as he could. You had given him so much more than he ever expected to have. Much more than he deserved.
Namora soflty place the baby girl on your arms, her fingers tracing the features of the infant with so much wonder before taking her leave, leaving both parents to bond with their children.
He walked to you, sitting on your side. Your head rested on his arm, as he watched both of his children. “Meent in ts'áaik teen asab ti' le ba'ax je'el k'áatik, Nib óolal in yaakunaj.” He kissed your forehead, making you close your eyes. Namor couldn’t help the tears that began falling down on his face, looking back and forth between his children. “I vow to protect them, to protect you.”
You hummed, a bit tired from everything. “You don’t have to vow anything, I know you will do it regardless.” Your tired eyes watched how your husband brushed his hand over your son’s bald head. At that moment, you love him even more than you had before.
“The others want to meet them soon.” Namor whispered against your hair, noticing how your eyes began to close. “I manage to appease them for a little bit, but I am afraid that they will demand to know them soon.”
“I know, Namora didn’t leave my side until they were born, I think she even threatened the midwife when she made a mistake.” You laughed, your eyes finally closed.
Namor hummed in approval. “Remind me to thank her later.” He put his son on the basket, the one that the old women from Talokan had given him before, repeating the action with his daughter. “Rest, in yaakunaj, you have earn it.”
“Stay.” You muttered against his chest.
“I wasn’t planning on leaving.”
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0ddbugs · 1 year
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"It's alright dear."
Ghost has been adopted by Mama Splinter and he doesn't know what to do! Ghost belongs to @amevello-blue
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thorne-antics · 9 months
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BABY CALLUM APPRECIATION POST
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(From TDP graphic novel #3, "Puzzle House")
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sorrowsofsilence · 4 months
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stop he is so precious
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joelsgreys · 3 months
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Pedro Pascal and Paul Mescal
📸 Lux’s IG
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jherbo10 · 2 months
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My photos of Joe :)
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Guess who I saw today 🫣
📸:jherbo10
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atindayo · 1 year
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ao'nung brainrot 😔💗
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bizarrelittlemew · 1 year
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Some of us thrive on danger, don't we?
(he wants to bond so badly)
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This hair era is everything!!!
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chains-dreemurr · 7 months
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Havin' him smillin' simply make my day♡
Although sometimes i think i draw too much Kyojuro lol
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You fit in my poems like a perfect rhyme (Namor x f!reader)
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(I swear to God, this man is everything and I love him so much that the fact there is so few fics about him is a sin)
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Masterlist
Pairing: Namor x F!reader
Word count: 1.3k
Summary: Only Namor can appease your greatest fear.
Warning: Nothing really, well I really don’t think there is a warning, just fluff or my idea of fluff
A/N: Hi! I guess I’m still in need to have more fics of this man, I know I know, but I can’t stop! And this is going to be my fic for this week, sadly I’m entering my last two weeks of school so the projects are driving me crazy, I hope I can have a bit of time to answer your comments or write your requests (my inbox is open by the way, so if you have an idea, tell me about it!)
Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received!  
Translations:
In reina - my queen
Ba'ax yaan ma'alo'ob tu láakal? - Is everything alright?
In reina, táan a uts, le paalo' ma'alob - My queen, you're fine, the child is fine
Múusik’ - Breathe
Ba'ax ku máan k'aas yéetel le reina - Something is wrong with the queen
Cha' k - Leave us
Cha' k, waal mía, le yaan in wáantik bejla'e' - Leave us, my child, I will help her now
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You bit your lip, a bit guilty as your thoughts pulled you away from the conversation with the older women from Talokan. You were getting frustrated trying to craft a simple basket. Apparently it was a tradition for new mothers to create one for your unborn child, a token of love.
You hated it. Your hands couldn’t move right, it was like that basket wanted you to fail from the very beginning. You could feel the eyes of the older women at your disastrous creation, too fearful to say anything to their queen, to the one that was carrying the heir of their K’uk’ulkan.
Your hands trembled a little as you put the basket on the floor, it gently float a bit against the waters but you were too frustrated to care. A fluttered in your stomach made you gasp, eyes opening in surprise at the feeling. You abruptly stood up, your eyes looking at your abandoned basket.
“In reina?” My queen. One of the women tried to gain your attention, but you were too scared to move. “Ba'ax yaan ma'alo'ob tu láakal?”  Is everything alright?
You kept quiet, your hands resting over the curved mound of your stomach. Something is wrong. You could feel the baby move but, wasn’t it a bit too early for that? Hot tears began burnin your eyes, caused by the confusion. Where was he?
You didn’t move, debating what to do, the women circled around you, a few of them touching your shoulders gently, trying to ease you, but you were far too gone to care. Confusion turned into worry, the tears falling freely as the flutter happened again, more of a tiny kick, you closed your eyes, too frightened to understand what was happening.
“In reina, táan a uts, le paalo' ma'alob.” My queen, you're fine, the child is fine. Soft hands cradled your face, forcing you to look at her. “Múusik'.” Breathe. She inhaled deeply, trying to force you to copy her movements.
You couldn’t focus on her, panic set deep inside you, the only response was to pushed her far from you and swam away. The screams were making you nervous, your eyes trying to find your husband, anyone that could help you. You clashed against someone, their hands carefully gripping your arms gently,
“In reina?” Namora asked you confuse, trying to understand what was happening. “ Ba'ax yaan ma'alo'ob tu láakal?”  Is everything alright?
“My husband.” You tried to get away from her. “I-I…need to find him.” You didn’t even noticing that you switched languages, too scare to notice.
Namora glanced down at your body, trying to locate the source of your distress, her eyes looking at your stomach, and she understood. With a nod, she held you closer to her body, pushing away any other talokanil away from you.
Your legs felt like they were filled with sand as you force your steps to match the ones from Namora, you manage to caught a glimpse of your husband sparing with the other ones, completely absorbed on that activity. You leaned against Namora and she held you, helping you to keep moving, determined to get you to Namor, no matter the cost.
“K’uk’ulkan!” Namora screamed but was ignored. She growled in annoyance, slowing down her rhythm, she gently sat you against one of the pillars, swimming harshly until she stood in front of Namor, catching the spear he threw to Attuma. “K’uk’ulkan,” She huffed annoyed. “Ba'ax ku máan k'aas yéetel le reina.” Something is wrong with the queen. Her head nodded towards your direction.
Namor’s gaze quickly turned towards you, seeing you completely in distress. “Cha' k.” Leave us. He told the others, he grabbed Namora’s arm, gratefully nodding for her assistance. Her eyes turned to you, hesitating to leave you alone in that state. Namor noticed. “Namora, cha' k, waal mía, le yaan in wáantik bejla'e'” Leave us, my child, I will help her now. He gently told her.
She nodded before swimming away.
He swam to you, kneeling on the floor and carefully guiding your head to look at him. “What happened, my love?” He spoke in English, fully understanding that you were not in the right set of mind to speak his language. “Talk to me.”
You hesitated, looking uncertain, “The baby.” You whispered. “Something is wrong with the baby.”
Namor nodded grimly, his arms grabbing both of your thighs and carefully standing up. “Let us go somewhere more private, we’ll worry about anything else when you breath some air.” You closed your eyes, hiding your head against his neck. Namor held you closer to his body as he ascended to the cave. You felt his hands shake against your body but decided to stay quiet. Walking out of the water and gently putting you on the bed, Namor decided to kneeled in front of you, taking away any part of clothing that prevented him of inspection ting your stomach.
“Tell me.” He softly said, his eyes searching yours for answers. “What happened?”
“I-I…” Your voice shook with fear, real raw terror.
His gaze lowered down your body to your round stomach. He hummed, motioning for you to continue. His hand laid flat on your stomach.
“There is something wrong.” You hiccupped. “I don’t understand what is happening.” You grabbed the hand that laid on your stomach, trying to find any comfort.
Namor’s face inched closer until he pressed his forehead against it, both of his hands gently gripping your hips as he nuzzled your belly.
“K’uk’ulkan?” You were frozen.
He began humming a soft tune, pressing his cheek to your skin. “My mother used to hum this song when I was afraid as a child, it always calmed me down.” He lifted his chin, eyes opening. The most beautiful dark irises looking at you, and only you. “I am here.”
You breathed a little easier and tried to calm down as you relax against him.
“I am the father of this child.” He whispered to you. “Whatever fear you have, I am here to help you scare it away.”
Your eyes filled with tears, “I…”
“You are not alone in this.” He placed his forehead against your stomach once again. “I am here.”
Namor’s calloused fingers caressed the skin over your stomach, so warm and so gentle that you closed your eyes at the feeling. He rubbed his nose against your stomach and began to hum again. The baby kicked in response. His fingers lowered and he lightly gripped your hips. “Was that the thing you felt?” He whispered.
“Yes.” You whispered back, “I thought something was wrong.”
Namor smiled, “That was our child trying to say hello to their beautiful mother.” He placed a kiss on your stomach. “But I believe, their strength manage to scare you a bit.”
You stayed still, allowing him to enjoy the awe of this beautiful moment. His fingers moved upwards, gently cradling your face with both of his hands, tugging you until he manage to kiss your lips. Your eyes closed at the action, your hands holding his forearms. Namor rested his forehead against yours.
“I’m sorry for scaring you.” You whispered against his lips. “I didn’t know what was happening, everything was too much that it scared me.”
“Want to tell me about it?” He asked, not opening his eyes.
“Just that stupid basked that I cannot manage to finish.” You sniffled, tears still falling from your eyes. “The older women were judging me.”
He gently laughed. “I can help you finish it.” He nudge his nose with yours. “I am good with my hands after all.” You laughed, trying to push him away but he only smiled in response, hugging you tighter. “I am here.” He repeated, placing another kiss on your lips. “We are in this together, I got you, everything will work out. I swear it on my life.”
And you believe him
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mrmiserymushroom · 8 months
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“This will be fun! I love words <3” I CAN’T HE IS WAY TOO PRECIOUS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I CAN’T
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thorne-antics · 10 months
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Callum appreciation post.
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my boy is the perfect balance of sunshiny dork and "if you hurt my family I'll destroy you" and I love him
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