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flameohotwife · 2 years

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Silence and Sparrowkeets

Yesterday was super busy and I didn't have time to post this here... sorry! Just a slice of domestic kataang/cloud-family life, written for day 6 of @kataang-week, "Quiet Moments/Healing Techniques."

Read on ao3 or ffn, rated T

Sunlight filtered through the curtains of their bedroom, but even Aang didn’t stir. He and Katara were sprawled on their bed, limbs heavy with exhaustion, with a teething Tenzin between them, still half-latched onto his mother’s breast. His eyes were closed, but if his parents dared to move him even the slightest bit, he would wail and wake his siblings and the chaos would begin again. They’d learned this the hard way—twice—during the night.

Tenzin had shown signs of teething for weeks but everything had come to a head the previous day, and he’d been inconsolable. None of their other children had been this distraught at the eruption of their teeth, and Aang and Katara were at a loss. They tried everything. Katara had kept a steady supply of ice wrapped in cloth for him to chew on and numb his aching gums, but it only lasted so long. She’d tried mixing some herbs for pain relief. Aang had offered him all his favorite toys, including a special Air Nomad teething pendant he had carved for him (just as he had for their other children). When Katara’s herbal pain relief wore off they tried a traditional Air Nomad remedy—a paste made from flowers that grew among the Patola mountains. They both took turns carrying him everywhere swaddled against their bodies as they went about their duties for the day, but nothing worked.

Tenzin hadn’t napped for more than ten minutes straight, either, which only worsened his mood. The only thing that seemed to help for any period of time was nursing. The suction gave him some relief, and the skin-to-skin contact offered comfort, but he didn’t always want the milk that came with it, and he kept spitting out the fake rubber nipple she offered, which he had previously taken to with gusto.

When nighttime came, Tenzin was still unable to sleep. He tossed and turned; every movement inciting a new round of screams from his tiny body. His temperature was rising, and Katara had taken him out of bed at one point to give him a lukewarm bath. When his screams woke Kya, she wandered into her parents’ room, rubbing her eyes with chubby little fists, asking what was wrong with the baby.

“He’s just getting his teeth in,” Katara explained gently while she bounced and rocked a fussy, nursing Tenzin. “It can hurt quite a bit, though, and crying is the only way he can tell us something’s wrong. Unfortunately there’s not a whole lot we can do to make him feel better.”

“You didn’t like getting your teeth in, either, Penguin,” Aang chuckled sleepily from beside Katara before getting up to walk Kya back to her room. Katara could hear his joints popping as he stretched. “Bumi kept asking if he could sleep outside so he wouldn't hear you cry. I’m sorry you got woken up. Do you want another story or a cuddle?”

“Yes, pease, Daddy” she mumbled as Aang scooped her up. “Feel better, Tenzy,” Kya called in concern over Aang’s shoulder. Despite her exhaustion, Katara smiled at them as they walked out the door and down the hall. At some point Aang had returned and they had both fallen into a fitful semblance of sleep, creating a protective nest with their bodies around their youngest son.

Now, Katara’s heavy eyelids fluttered open out of habit (and against her will); this was the time in the morning when Tenzin normally woke for the day, demanding to nurse and unable to fall back to sleep. Her stomach grumbled. Even though Tenzin showed no signs of stirring after such a long, sleepless night, and she knew he needed the sleep, her body wasn’t going to allow her that luxury, it seemed.

Her stomach complained again, louder this time, and she heard Aang inhale sharply. Even with his eyes still closed, she could see that he was waking up. Every muscle in his body flexed and stretched as minimally as possible so as not to wake Tenzin, and his face started to scrunch up to block out the sun that was shining directly onto his face. Finally, he sighed heavily and peeked one eye open.

He smiled when he saw Katara staring back at him. They didn’t often get these early morning moments together anymore, now that they were parents. Bumi, Kya, and especially Tenzin were early risers like their father (although Bumi had become less-so as he grew older), so it was rare for Katara to wake before one of the children. Instead, she woke to them, immediately having to put on her mom hat and get right to work with Aang to keep them safe and fed and learning and in line. So she cautiously stretched and breathed in the silence.

Until her stomach growled a third time.

Aang stifled his laugh with his hand, and ever-so-slowly crept out of the bed. “I’ll go get you something to eat,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “You’re going to need to eat everything in the kitchen after all the nursing Tenzin did last night.”

Katara chuckled and nodded in agreement, looking at the sleeping infant. His breathing had evened out significantly in the last few hours, and he seemed to finally be in a deep enough sleep that she could try to move away from him. “Can you hand me Tenzin’s pacifier?” she asked quietly. He reached over to the bedside table and passed it to her. She smiled at him in thanks as he tiptoed out the door, cushioning his steps with airbending even more than usual.

Nervously, Katara slid her finger along Tenzin’s lip to unlatch him from her breast and quickly replaced her own nipple with the rubber one in his mouth. He pouted a little, but his eyes remained closed (thank the Spirits), and soon enough he settled back to sleep. He had really worn himself out.

As silently as possible, Katara got up from the bed and changed her clothes, and did a quick wash-up with her bending water without leaving the room so she could make sure Tenzin didn’t roll off the bed. She breathed a sigh of relief at no longer smelling of sour milk—at least for the next couple of hours. She had just finished combing her hair when Aang walked in with a plate of cut fruit, some jook, and tea to share, and a bag of seal jerky for Katara on a stone tray.

“Thank you,” she whispered, standing up to kiss his cheek as he set the tray down on her vanity. Aang wrapped his arms around her, wordlessly trying to offer her some strength after such a depleting day, with no restorative sleep.

Katara found herself melting into his embrace for a long moment, as the sparrowkeets sang their morning song outside their window. She inhaled his comforting scent one more time before separating to sit down to her morning feast.

Aang gathered a few cushions and they made a makeshift table out of her vanity stool as they sat cross-legged on the floor, eating quietly together. Katara couldn’t remember the last time they’d shared breakfast, just the two of them.

“Where are Bumi and Kya?” she asked suddenly. They were usually up by now.

“Still asleep,” Aang said, laughing softly when Katara’s eyes widened dramatically. “I checked on them while the jook was cooking—I think they got about as much sleep as we did last night, with all of Tenzin’s crying.”

“Ugh, you’re right. Hopefully they’ll sleep late and catch up on their rest.”

Aang nodded as he took another bite of his breakfast. They sat in near silence for a long time as they finished their food and tea. Only the sounds of their spoons scraping the bottoms of their bowls, the clank of the teacups when they set them back on the tray, and the sparrowkeets in the background filled the air. Occasionally Tenzin would snuffle and whine, but he remained thankfully, blessedly asleep.

When they finished their meal, Katara scooted around to lean against Aang, keeping her eye on Tenzin. Aang wrapped his arm around her and squeezed gently. Now that they had three kids to take care of, it was even harder to find time and energy to reconnect like this, but Katara could always feel his love for her in his touch. Even if their only interaction for the day was when he kissed her goodbye before going off to a day of meetings, it never felt routine or normal; his kiss was always so full of his feelings for her. His hand on her back could take her out of the moment and remind her just how much he cherished her.

It wasn’t uncommon for the two of them to communicate through touch this way, especially since they’d become parents. A certain look and a squeeze of the hip could say “I want you” more deeply than words ever had. A gentle hand to the face could say “I’m worried about you” more clearly. A hug could say so many things, depending on the tightness, the length, where they put their hands…

In this moment, Katara could feel Aang’s touch saying something like, “that was hard, but we made it.”

Katara nuzzled her head into his chest to say, “I don’t know if I could have made it without you.”

Aang’s chest shook as he laughed silently in agreement; he knew he couldn’t have made it without her. Through almost anything in this life. He pressed another kiss to the top of her head.

Despite their lack of sleep, this quiet moment together recharged them, as the other’s presence always had. During the war, just having Katara by his side gave Aang strength and hope. Aang’s presence did the same for Katara. So when the sounds of Bumi clanging around in the kitchen looking for breakfast reached their ears, and when Kya stumbled sleepily out of her room, and when Tenzin’s cries filled the air again… they knew they could handle it—all of it—as long as they were together.

#kataang week 2022 #quiet moments #healing techniques #kataang #kataangtag #kataang fanfic #cloud family #baby teething #breastfeeding #exhausted parents

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beautyhealthsworld · 1 month

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Birth preparation online course by midwife Nadine Beermann

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gremlingottoosilly · 3 months

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Big chested!reader x Konig but breastfeeding, feel free not to do this request btw

Konig and his mommy issues let's go. He has certain ideas about your breasts. They are soft and round and oh, so big, he can rest his head fully and feel like he is sleeping on the best pillows. He loves to just lay on top of you in the bed or on the couch, his face buried in your cleavage - resting on your skin, pressing little kisses into your softness and even nibbling a bit on the sensitive spots. He has a bit of oral fixation, constantly having to pop gum or chew on something to deal with his anxiety and fidgeting. He is way calmer when he is with you, sucking on the soft skin of your breasts. It's only natural that it had grown into something more with time. You gave him an inch and he took a mile. You elt him sleep on your chest a few times, napping together with him, and then you wake up to his mouth sucking on your nipples. Tugging on it with his lips, making his tongue around the hardened bud, and biting softly like he actually can start chewing at some point. He isn't even doing it for his or your arousal - this is just pure instinct, a desire to play with something in his mouth. No technique, no teasing. Just teeth and tongue, making you whine from uneven waves of pleasure and pain attacking you. You're trying to push him away, but it's a fruitless endeavor. It's impossible, really - he is forcing his tongue down, and he is way too heavy for you to just push him away. It's fine if you don't lactate - he will get tired eventually, falling asleep on your chest again, sleepily sucking on your nipple until you can manage to make him get off. If you're pregnant or if you're lactating because of any other reason however...you're not getting away. Konig is obsessed with your milk - mommy issues strike him again, and now he is forcing you to feed him, to just let him drink freeily like you don't have a medical emergency or a baby to take care of. Honestly, Konig is the guy to make you wear a tiny cow bikini and moo for him during sex - not the most embarrassing of his kinks, but it definitely makes you reconsider your whole relationship with him.

#cod #konig x reader #konig #yandere konig #cod x reader

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russellsppttemplates · 5 months

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I know it’s very early but dad!Lando with a baby girl 🥺

Note: think of this as a sneak peak 🤭 also, this is my first Lando blurb, I hope I did well!!

Tw: postpartum, breastfeeding

"Oh, what a big stretch that one was, little one", Lando cooed at your daughter as he picked her up from her bassinet. She had just woken up from her nap, meaning he would change her diaper, feed her and have some cuddles while he took care of dinner. You had been home from the hospital for eight days now, and the routine had settled in nicely. Lando wanted to be involved as much as possible so he would often be in charge of dinner while you put Matilda to sleep and he had barely let you be the one to change her diapers as he wanted you to rest as much as possible, even when you said you could do it sitting down with a protective matt on the bed.

"You're going to be all clean, let daddy just wipe around here an- oh", he stopped his ministrations. As he wiped the skin on her lower belly, the remnants of her cord falling and sticking to the wipe, "well, that's happened now, so let's get you dressed so we can tell mummy the news. How does that sound?", he said as he grabbed a new diaper, holding her legs gently as he fastened it and put her pants back on.

"Do you think mummy's awake? You did keep us up a bit last night, but let's see. Look, she's awake", Lando said as he walked in the living room, seeing you fold some laundry, "mummy has found the basket I forgot to take to the office so she wouldn't see it", your husband blushed as you shook your head, "I can do this perfectly fine, love", you showed him, exaggerating your movements and folding techniques.

"What was it you wanted to tell me?", you asked as he sat next to you, helping you push the laundry basket to the side so you could feed your daughter, "Matilda's cord fell when I was changing her diaper", Lando said as you pouted, "That's a big milestone, baby girl! And it also means you get to have your first bath, I bet your bum will be thankful, too", you giggled at your little girl.

"The skin is a bit stained yellow, yes. We could do that tonight while dinner cooks. I can take one of mum's casseroles out of the freezer because I honestly don't feel like cooking from scratch today", he admitted, kissing your naked shoulder and looking down at your daughter, happily suckling on your nipple.

When she woke up again and Lando had just turned on the oven, you made your way upstairs to the ensuite, Lando making a stop in the nursery to grab a change of clothes for Matilda and her bath products, "sitting is fine, but kneeling down will be harder for me", you said as you cuddled your daughter's naked body against your chest, covering her with a towell for the time being.

"Why don't you get in with her, hm?", your husband whispered, looking for any sign of uneasiness and finding only comfort and acceptance as he pulled your pants down along with the disposable underwear, kissing your thighs sweetly before coming back up and helping you undo your shirt, making sure Matilda was secure as he stripped your torso of your clothing, "here, I'll hold her so you can get in", he nudged, holding the baby as you stepped inside the tub.

Once you were comfortable, he placed Matilda back against your chest, the baby cursing up against your skin, "it's okay, my love", you kissed the top of her head as Lando checked the water temperature, filling the tub enough for you to not feel cold either and grabbing the small bowl and flannel cloth so he could wet it and run it on your daughter's back, gently extending it to her limbs and her tummy, "do you like that, baby girl? It's warm and nice, smells good, too", he cooed, seeing her react to his voice as she looked around for him.

Placing the warm flannel cloth, Lando muttered "I'll be back in a second" before he got up and you could hear him looking for something in the bedroom, coming back to the bathroom with his camera, "I want to have this memory saved forever", he smiled, turning on the camera as he captured the moment.

Even though you were naked after having given birth to your baby just a few days before, you never felt more comfortable as Lando snapped pictures, kissing your cheek and Matilda's head as he found the angles he wanted.

"C'mon, little one", he said as he set the camera by the sink, "let's get you dressed", opening her towell and wrapping it around her, her embroidered name on the hood making her look deliciously cute as he set her on your shared bed, coming back to the bathroom to help you out too, "gorgeous, mummy, breathtakingly gorgeous", he complimented, kissing your lips before you out on your robe, walking to the bedroom.

Lando dried her body, putting on her diaper as you rubbed the lotion on her skin, kissing each of her fingers and smiling at your husband's attentiveness to her. Seeing the love of your life tending to your daughter was a sight to behold indeed.

"Don't you and mummy look cute in your pyjamas, Matilda?", he said as you buttoned your shirt, noticing the unintentionally matching clothes, the striped material on your shirt matching the giraffe on Matilda's bodysuit, "yes, you do! Yes, you do! C'mon, daddy gets to have cuddles with you while me and mummy have dinner", he cooed, grabbing the sling and walking downstairs with you, ready for another night in with his favourite girls.

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

#lando norris blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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acourtofmishapandmistakes · 6 days

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Shadowsongs

Summary: After Rhys and Feyre decide to take a trip away to the Summer Court for the night to escape the thralls of their newborn, Azriel is left caring for Nyx and finds that his greatest battle might just be getting him to sleep. I also recently rewatched the Labyrinth and forgot how much that movie slapped so the song from that is included.

As the Velaris tower clock chimed midnight, the sitting room of the River House was enveloped in the soft, ambient glow of faelight. Azriel sunk deeper into the plush, green, velvet couch, his expansive wings draped elegantly over the back of the chair, eyes heavy with exhaustion. His hand rhythmically patted the back of the squirming bundle nestled snugly against his chest. The babe, Nyx, resisted sleep with the tenacity of an Illyrian warrior, his tiny fists punching the air as if to protest the very concept of bedtime.

The room was a playful mess, strewn with toys - dolls lay abandoned, blankets were tossed aside, and bottles had rolled under chairs. Azriel had assured Feyre and Rhys he could manage babysitting for a day and night. They desperately needed a break after months of non-stop parenting in tandem with running the Night Court, and a trip to the breezy shores of the Summer Court was the only thing keeping Feyre from collapsing into tears. Feyre had sobbed when they left, overwhelming Azriel with reminders of Nyx’s schedule and a litany of do’s and don'ts, which Azriel already knew inside and out. Her maternal instincts flared to the point where Rhys had to gentle pull her away, reassuring her that Nyx would be fine for one night, and, if anything, they should be more concerned about Azriel surviving Nyx than Nyx surviving Azriel.

Typically, everyone shared babysitting duties throughout the week day, but with Nesta and Cassian off in the Autumn Court, Elain incapacitated by her first fae cycle, and Amren claiming she would rather cut out her own tongue than be left alone with a babe, the responsibility had fallen to Azriel. Leaving Nyx overnight for the first time might have been a tad ambitious.

“Come on, Nyx,” he coaxed with a whisper of amusement. “You’ve got to give in at some point.” Azriel briefly considered that perhaps this was how the victims of his torture efforts may have felt when they had been kept awake for hours on end. Perhaps he should start having them babysit a fussy Illeryian babe instead of cutting off fingers. He chuckled to himself before pushing the thought away.

Yet, Nyx remained defiant, his violet eyes locked on the ceiling, deep in thought, as if unraveling the secrets of the cosmos rather than giving in to slumber. Azriel exhaled deeply, his fingers threading through his tousled black hair. After learning about Feyre’s pregnancy he had stealthily devoured every parenting book Feyre had purchased, to the perfect formula-to-water ratio, optimal bath temperatures, and baby sensory activities, he had learned it all. When Feyre faced challenges with breastfeeding, Azriel had accidentally revealed his clandestine studies by suggesting a particular latching technique. Cassian had teased him relentlessly since. Despite employing every baby battle strategy known to him, Nyx was relentless.

With a resigned sigh, Azriel sank even further into the plush cushions, resigning himself to a long night. As he watched Nyx’s tiny chest rise and fall with each breath, he couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer stubbornness of the new babe. Azriel couldn’t tell if that was more from Feyre or Rhys, and then decided that that trait most likely came from his Auntie Nesta, whom Nyx had wrapped around his tiny, chubby fingers.

In the dimly lit room, Azriel’s gaze followed his shadows as they danced across the ceiling, capturing Nyx’s rapt attention. With a grin, he watched them twirl and twirl – they were always more playful when Nyx was around. His shadows seemed as curious about Nyx as he was about them. During gatherings at the River House, it wasn’t uncommon for the shadows to envelop Nyx, tickling him and teasing him, eliciting peals of laughter from the delighted babe as he reached out to catch them.

Elain had said before that the shadows and Nyx reminded her when she and her sisters were young, a black barn cat would seek her out to frolic among the late summer heat. Azriel wondered what Nyx made of these ethereal companions, if they were like an animal to him, or another playmate. He also pondered whether the shadows would maintain their fascination with him as he grew older. Azriel, himself, hadn’t spent much time around children this young, and his shadows seemed to be so gentle with the babe, as though they somehow could sense his innocence and hoped he would keep it forever.

As Azriel and Nyx both kept their gaze to the ceiling, the shadows began to craft intricate shapes and forms, transforming into a mesmerizing puppet show. Nyx’s restless squirming subsided as the shadows danced across the walls, casting enchanting silhouettes that swirled and twirled in their silent ballet creating a tableau of delight.

On the ceiling, an array of animals appeared in what resembled a grand ballroom scene. Pegasus, birds, and sheep mingled before parting to reveal a single swan, its wings unfurling with ethereal grace. The swan bowed elegantly before twirling loftily above its admiring audience. Then, emerging from the gathered shadows, a sly fox approached, gracefully taking the swan’s wings in its paws and spinning it in a delicate dance. Although the room was silent, one could easily imagine the soft strains of music. Nyx reached up excitedly, prompting Azriel to adjust his hold, lifting him slightly higher for a better view.

As the dance continued above, some shadows descended the walls and playfully twirled around Nyx, their cool touch eliciting giggles from the dark-haired babe.

The shadows conjured forth visions of Nyxs’ family, distant echoes of life beyond the cozy sitting room.

In one corner of the room, the shadows morphed into delicate snowflakes cascading down the wall. Above the floorboard, three figures raced across the scene – two winged Illyrians and one without wings. The winged males playfully lobbed snowballs at their wingless companion, who shielded his head with his hands. Suddenly, a log sprung from the ground, causing the wingless man to trip and tumble face-first into a pile of snow below. The two other males doubled over with laughter, one even dropping to his knees as the snow continued to fall. Nyx’s eyes widened with wonder, his tiny fingers reaching out to grasp the fleeting shapes. The snowball fight between his father and brothers drew excited coos and giggles from him, his laughed echoing around the room.

In the other corner, the shadows drifted into a scene of a woman standing at an easel, the woman's stomach swollen with child. The shadow woman stood before an easel, her brush moving across the canvas, she ran her hand over her stomach, glancing down towards it when a man walked in behind her, twirling her around into an embrace. The man leaned over, placing a tender kiss on the woman's stomach. Nyx babbled joyfully, his tiny feet kicking Azriel’s chest with delight, which while uncomfortable brought a smile to his face.

Across the ceiling, the shadows painted a scene of a great battle, a field of war and chaos as two winged males fight back to back against a vast army, shooting arrows and swinging swords.

While the shadows swirled the tapestry of memories, Azriel looked only at Nyx, who giggled and babbled in delight at the unfolding scenes. With each passing moment, it became increasingly apparent to Azriel that while the shadows were doing their best to soothe Nyx to sleep, they had only awakened him more. It became glaringly obvious that bedtime stories wouldn’t work.

Nyx’s giggles and coos echoed through the River House. With a sigh, Azriel gestured for the shadows to cease their dance, and the room was once again plunged into a soft, dim glow.

“Alright, Nyx,” Azriel murmured, his voice gentle but tinged with exhaustion. “Let’s try something else.”

He drew Nyx back into his arms, cradling him close against his chest. Rising from the enveloping comfort of the couch, Azriel’s footsteps were muted against the plush rug of the sitting room as he began to meander through the house. Moonlight streamed through the towering windows, casting the ornate corridors in a serene silvery light, illuminating the walls adorned with Feyre’s vibrant paintings.

Feyre and Rhys had both endured their share of sleepless nights, pacing the same halls with Nyx in their arms. Rhys had noted that being the babe of the Night Court it seemed all Nyx wanted to do was explore the world when the sun had set and all had gone quiet. Perhaps Nyx was more bat than babe.

Undeterred, Azriel pressed on, his footsteps echoing through the halls as he swayed in arms in a steady rhythm. But Nyx remained stubbornly awake, his eyes darting from window to window cooing loudly. As he reached the grand staircase that spiraled upwards, a faint cry echoed through the silence. Nyx stirred in his arms, his tiny fists clutching at his shirt as he let out a wail.

Azriel attempted to shush the fussy baby who now was wailing louder for what seemed no apparent reason. Perhaps Nyx was finally fighting exhaustion as well. With a sigh, Azriel retraced his steps, as he stepped into Nyx’s nursery.

Feyre had taken months to finally get the nursery the way she envisioned it. She had wanted Nyx’s room to encompass the entirety of Prythian as they were unsure what powers Nyx might hold.

Each wall of the room was a canvas of vibrant colors and intricate designs including the bay window that Feyre had insisted be where Nyxs’ bassinet be.

Painting the Spring Court wall had been a battle unto itself with Rhys and Cassian joking constantly that the wall should be burning to the ground, or that she should paint Tamlin being pursued by a dragon. Feyre had just shot them an obscene gesture and instead painted spring blossoms of pastel pinks and greens. Delicate flowers bloomed amidst emerald meadows, their petals unfurling in the warmth of the sun. Amongst the meadow was a warm pool with a waterfall cascading down a mountainside.

Opposite, the wall of Summer blazed with the fiery hues of the sun, a tapestry of gold and crimson beamed down onto the deep blue sea, where Tarquin’s white castle glistened atop the white sandstone mountain.

Next to it, the wall of Autumn was a symphony of earthy greens, oranges, reds, and browns. The Autumn Court forest held deep shadows which made the wheat fields protruding from them seem like shining gold. Lucien had helped Feyre paint this wall, and his awkward-looking, disproportionate deer and fawns clearly showed that.

Beside the Autumn wall, the Winter Court lay shrouded in a blanket of icy blues and silvery whites. Snowflakes danced amidst frost kissed pines, their branches bending beneath the weight of the winter embrace. Bears and arctic foxes scampered on the piles of snow, wearing the traditional colors. Elain had insisted on giving the little foxes scarves. Azriel had reminded her they were made for that sort of weather but Elain had only glanced at him sadly before saying “But what if they get cold” before she painted tiny mittens on the bears.

On the half of the ceiling closest to the door, Feyre had painted the Dawn and Day courts. Sunlight streamed through branches of ancient oaks as it rose from the corner of the room, and hills of rolling green with children from each court playing amongst them filled out the space.

Over Nyxs’ crib, Feyre had painted a deep blue color of the sky with a sparkle of stars strewn across it. Rhys had enchanted the space just below the ceiling to be constantly in motion with sparkling star dust which moved in and out of constellations, with the occasional shooting star flying high above.

As Nyx continued his tirade of shrill cries, Azriel rocked him around the room, shushing him as much as he could. As he continued to sway gently with Nyx in his arms, the baby began to quiet, his tiny body nestled into Azriels chest as his breaths steadied. With a tender smile, he began to sing, his voice a gentle melody through the darkness, like a whispered prayer.

“I saw my baby, crying hard as babe could cry,” he sang, “What could I do?”

With each note, Nyx grew more and more relaxed, his eyelids fluttering closed from the gentle cadence and rocking.

“My baby’s love had gone and left my baby blue” he sang, his voice soft and tender, “Nobody knew.”

Azriel watched Nyx’s tiny fingers curl against his chest, his breathing slow and steady and sleep drifted closer.

“What kind of magic spell to use, slime and snails, puppy dog tails, thunder or lightning,” Azriel continued to sing as he wandered carefully over to the crib.

“Dance magic, dance magic dance, dance magic dance,” He lowered Nyx into the soft blue oasis. “Jump magic, jump, jump magic, put that baby’s spell on me, kiss my baby, make her free,” Azriel placed his palm onto Nyx’s chest and continued to rub back and forth soothingly.

“I saw my baby,” He continued, softer, more of a whisper, “Trying hard as babe could try, what could I do?” Azriel dropped to his knees, his fingers tracing the lines of the baby's face as he rested his arm on the side of the bassinet and laid his head atop it. “My baby’s fun had gone, and left my baby blue, nobody knew.” Nyx’s soft pink lips fell open slightly as his eyes finally closed and his head fell to the side. Azriel smiled and found his eyes drifting shut as well.

Feyre found them the next morning that way. Nyx sprawled on his back, his tiny fingers wrapped around Azriels, and Azriel, a piled heap on the floor, his wings splayed on the floor behind him with his head still resting against the crib.

Rhys walked up behind her as Feyre motioned him silently. “I guess he does sleep,” she whispered.

“Who?” Rhys chuckled, “Az or Nyx?”

Feyre turned her head to look at Rhys, “Both I guess.”

Rhys asked Feyre if she planned to go in and wake either of them up but Feyre only shook her head, “I think they both could use a little more time.”

With that, Feyre shut the door quietly, leaving the warrior and the babe to sleep a little longer.

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matixv · 1 year

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Mommy Lena Luthor x girl reader

Summary: Lena has been your mommy for a couple of years now, you have always behaved like a good girl, but work had been stressing you out recently and you find yourself taking out your anger on her by accident. She doesn’t want to punish you, but discipline is important and she wants to be sure you’ll learn how to communicate properly. After and during the punishment you start to regress and she notices it.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, smut, mommy kink, light spanking, scolding, discipline, slight exhibitionism kink, punishments, corner time, caning, reader goes non-verbal after the punishment, age play (pacifiers, diapers mention and breastfeeding mention), pet names (baby, little one, darling, sweetheart), everything is safe and consensual.

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You were about to leave your office when your boss called you back grotesquely, almost like he was talking to an animal. That day you had worked more hours than expected, and you had not been able to rest even a minute; everything had contributed to make your day worse, but above all, to make you lose any communication skills that were not railing against the ones who were talking to you.

You had tried every possible method during those exhausting fifteen hours of work surrounded by misogynistic and careless men: camomiles, relaxing music and other coping techniques to avoid throwing fists left and right, but nothing had worked.

The company you worked for was a major addition to the company that your fiancée, Lena, ran. Everything that was discussed or decided, then passed through the office of the one who had complete control over you. Everyone knew about your relationship, so they were especially strict and mean to you, but you never dared to tell Lena the truth, as much as you could, you wanted to keep your humble role in the company and if she knew how they treated you, she would have forced you to stay home.

The job consisted in finding new ideas to advertise and promote the company in the United States and abroad, this also required long periods away from home, but you were always chosen to accompany the boss on her travels.

“Y/N come here!” the dirty and mean man called you from his black chair placed in the middle of the office.

You stopped in your steps, and taking a deep breath, you walked down the marble corridor, your heels making clicking noises at every step. Your voice was about to break from the stress and tears you had been holding back all afternoon, but you forced yourself to talk anyway. "Yes? How can I help you, Sir?" you asked nicely, placing your hand on the solid wood door frame.

“You look adorable in that little pink dress of yours”. He said smirking in such a pervert way your stomach almost turned upside down. It wasn’t your first time he harassed you, but you decided to ignore it. You muttered a “thank you” and left the office in tears, running for dear life towards the car waiting for you outside the building.

As soon as you got to the ground floor and then outside the building, the driver opened the door and closed it as soon as he knew you were inside. The driver was a trusted man who had worked for the Luthors for many years, so he knew he didn’t have to ask questions about the state you were in. All he asked you for was confirmation of where you were going: the building where Lena worked.

In the back of the car, you tried to fix your makeup to the best of your ability, and to calm down before facing everyone you would meet in the next few minutes. You looked at the phone, but the messages you had sent to your girlfriend previously, still had to be seen. It was probably a busy day for her too. You couldn’t wait to spend a nice evening with her... and maybe... regress to enjoy your mommy all night.

As soon as you got to the company, you’d be on the top floor in Lena’s office. You knew that by now you would definitely have found the door open and could get comfortable on the chair or sofa if she wasn’t in her office. Normally at this time she was checking the daily work of the company, so with a nice sigh, you sat in the comfortable and fresh leather chair, your head was pulsating more and more and you seemed to be able to become small at any moment.

“Look at my baby girl!” You heard her happily screaming as soon as she landed foot in her office. The happy brunette entered her office with great joy, her black outfit giving a great contrast with her voice. “It’s so nice to see you! How was work today? Any good or bad news?”

And there she was, a Lena too happy and loud for your taste. Your eyes crossed for a few seconds and then looked back at each other. Her enthusiasm almost got on your nerves: you had spent all day receiving harassment and insults while she enjoyed the good life sitting at her shiny desk, life was unfair. You raised your eyes, immediately drawing her attention. “It was fine… as usual” you huffed denying her of a smile or even a look.

Lena was good at understanding your feelings, that was her role, especially when you were so small that you couldn’t communicate in any way. But at that precise moment, she made the wrong choice: to encourage you to smile and propose plans for the evening.

“Okay! So, I have planned a wonderful time for tonight! dinner in our favorite restaurant, the Italian one, and then how about a drink in the bar where we first met? would be a great idea to spend the evening in company and you know... remember how beautiful was our first night together"

“You are joking? Right?” You subtly laughed resting your head in your hands, your anger about to come out on the only one person you wouldn’t want for it to come out. “Tell me you are fucking joking”

“Baby, are you fin-“

“Do I look fine?” Your fists clenched and landed on her pristine desk, cracking the glass right in the middle of it. Lena didn’t even finch, she was used to rage outbursts, just not… yours. “Do I look like I want to enjoy a nice evening” you said the last two words mocking her voice. “I can’t stand anymore voices, anymore plans! I’m fed up with everything, and you are here making plans!? What kind of a fucking girlfriend are you?” Tears sliding down your flushed cheeks.

You looked down at the broken desk, not daring to lift your head. You know how dangerous her silence could be. You were now standing, having difficulty deciding your next move. You decided to stay silent and wait for her response.

You heard the sound of her heels coming closer and closer to you, your hands trembling, but you were afraid to hint at any movement. From the beginning of the dynamic, Lena had always shown that she was a sympathetic Mommy, who empathized with every whim of yours and helped you to be better, but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t strict in giving discipline, and this was the first time you ever spoke to her like that.

You expected her to match your anger, to yank your hair back and make you kneel at her feet, but instead, her voice was calm… dangerously calm. “Remove your dress and heels, place them on the chair and then bend over the desk, I’ll be removing you panties myself once you are in position”

You knew better than to disobey further, tears already wetting your hands and neck. “Yes Mommy, I-I’m sorry” you tried to apologize.

“Every word I didn’t ask you to pronounce will worth a smack with the cane on your thighs, so choose wisely what to do” her voice stern, advising you on your next moves.

You did as she asked: Your dress and your heels were laid on the chair, your breasts felt the cold of the office, and your nipples soon hardened. When you turned to assume the position, you noticed the open door at the end of the room, and for the first time since your words left your mouth, your looks met. She quickly understood what you wanted to ask. “The door will remain open, I don’t care if someone sees me giving you the discipline you deserve”

You nodded, remembering how much she liked humiliating you in front of her work team. You stood up, bent over the frosty glass of your desk with only your cotton panties on. You knew this was a decision of the both of you, you could have stopped everything with a single word, but it was important for you to be able to vent like this.

You had never been punished like this: they were usually just a couple of spanks on her knees, never standing or bent like this. You had never used objects other than her brush, and that was enough, but you both decided what was a limit and what wasn’t, and you knew that she would waste the opportunity to use one of the tools that you were least waiting to try: the cane.

You trembled and whimpered, fear making you jump at whatever noise. “Color?” She asked placing a soothing hand on your lower back.

“Green” you whispered. A sharp and merciless smack landed on your sitting spot, making you joint forward, your nipples brushing on the broken glass. You forced yourself to silently look straight, not wanting everyone to hear your whimpers.

“Louder” she commanded. “You weren’t so shy to talk just a few minutes ago, you seem to have a pretty good loud voice” she teased rubbing the spot she just hit. She knew how to push your weaknesses, your guilt of misbehaving to the one and only person you trusted with your life. “Come on, louder” she encouraged with a lighter smack.

“Green, Momm-Mistress” you corrected yourself, not sure on how she’d like to be called during such a punishment. Sniffles started leaving your throat and nose, scared you wouldn’t be mommy’s good girl anymore.

“I’m still your Mommy, this punishment doesn’t change anything between us. I’m teaching you that the way you just communicated with me was not right nor respectful, understood?”.

You could only nod, thinking of your luck for finding such a sympathetic girlfriend even in the most delicate moments. She continued to spank you several times, until your ass turned crimson, which also seemed highly painful to the one who was administering the punishment. "Now I’m going to lower your panties to your knees, you’ll take ten spanks with the cane, and I want to hear you count every single one" she recommended lowering the only garment that protected your skin from direct contact with the upcoming object.

“Yes, Mommy” you gently approved of her next move.

It didn’t take that long until the instrument was in her hands. Your whole body was shaking and you had no idea how much more it could hold on. Lena spent a few minutes getting you used to the texture and feeling of the object on your skin, sliding it up and down your back and thighs. Once lifted, you prepared for the impact, closing your eyes and contracting your muscles. This only increased the pain you felt immediately afterwards, a cry of pain left your mouth, now oblivious to who might be at the other end of the door.

After some seconds, Lena was still waiting for the number to be said. She gave a gentle pat over the bruised area, but you were slipping in a deeper headspace to quickly to answer. She ignored your pain and lifted the cane once again, hitting the exact same point.

Your eyes blurred at the pain, tears flooding and pooling next to your hands. You didn’t even think you were able to count to five, you didn’t know numbers in little space. Lena knew she couldn’t use the cane anymore, not while you weren’t in the right space to tell her your color.

You heard her sigh, and throughout the window reflection, you saw her massaging her forehead gently, doubting on what to do with you and with your behavior. You decided to close your eyes and just let your emotions out. “I- can’t-stressed-work-tired-please” you sobbed, leaning your forehead to seek some cool from the desk.

You felt soft hands placing your undergarment where it belonged, and helping you up standing straight once again. She didn’t force you to apologize or to look at her, she knew you to well. She just limited herself in petting your hair. “Ten minutes in the corner, Little one”

You nodded and headed to the corner dedicated to your time-outs, face facing the wall.

You heard her putting some papers away and placing her cane back in the little storage under the library. You also heard her dialing some numbers on the phone placed on the coffee table next to her couch. “Miss Luthor here, I wanted to purchase a new desk, Yes, wooden this time”. You felt her eyes on you, and guilt started running deeply into your veins. “That model is fine, I want it here in my office by the end of the week, thank you.”

Loud cries filled the room, your hands flying to pull your own hair from the guilt you were feeling. Lena rushed to your side, turning you around. “Nothing of that, sweet girl, we don’t want to hurt ourselves, don’t we?” She soothed with her beautiful soft mommy voice.

You were too small to answer and just threw yourself in her embrace. You mumbled an apology while buried in her neck, but she quickly hushed you. “It’s okay, stress can be hard to deal with for little one’s like you, Mommy should have checked on you better before making plans, Mommy is sorry too, my sweet angel baby” she cooed lifting you up.

You let her help you wearing your clothes, and she tried to ground you a little by snuggling you in her dark suit jacket. Before heading outside, she searched in her purse and pulled out a small pink pacifier for you to suck on until you reached your safe house and could latch to her breasts.

By now the building was empty, but even with thousands of people, she wasn’t ashamed to pick you up in her arms and cradle you until she could buckle you in your car seat. As soon as she sat you down, you complained about the pain with a sharp whine, doing grabby hands towards her.

She soothed you with head pats for a couple of minutes, until you settled calmly. “As soon as we are home, Mommy’s gonna give you a hot bath and a little massage on your sore bum, then I’ll change you into a diaper and feed you, kay?”

You just nodded, too tired to say anything else.

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Once you regained your communication skills the next day, you told Lena the cause of your anger, not omitting a single detail. After telling her about the harassment that you went through and the abuses that every day you had to endure, you were ready to spend the rest of your life at home, but this did not happen... indeed.

The next day at work, you found a particular name written on the office where your “boss” was just a couple of days ago. Your name.

You quickly discovered that Lena had fired every single man who disturbed you, and you were now the boss of the floor. On the desk there was a little note from her. “I know sweet girl, some days are harder than other and we might fail at communicating, but you know Mommy doesn’t like to punish you. Please, behave like a little good girl and do your best, Mommy will always wait for you at home. I love you my Angel Baby”

You wiped a tear and snapped a picture of the note, sending it to her with the answer: “I love you too, Mommy”

#lena luthor #lena x reader #agepl@y #little reader #gay nswf #spankee #discipline #lena lesbian luthor #bd/sm mommy #domme mommy #femme lesbian

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justwritedreams · 9 months

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Hello! I come with a strange request. 😅 baby scenarios are running in my brain... s/o is very upset and feels bad because baby refuses to breastfeed. I want to see dad Baekhyun support mom... The little naughty finally accepts the breast...🥺🥺

Helloo, honey 🫶🏻

Thanks to my sister for making me "live" this experience lol

let's make another headcanon because yeah

Ok but I can't imagine anyone more encouraging than him 😭😭

Like, the thing his s/o would most like to do is breastfeed and

He knew it!

That's why on the first try, he was on her side

With a hand stroking her shoulder, supporting her 🥹

And seeing her frustration at not making it, i know he would be sweet and calm so as not to make her more nervous

"It's okay, the baby is getting used to it. You're doing fine. Just try again."

And she would do just that, with the help of the nurse

But it wouldn't be so easy

I have to tell you babies are hard to get used to breastfeeding alone after they are born 🫠

It was enough for his s/o to be on the verge of tears, from sadness and frustration

After a long labor he knew she was tired

So he moved closer to the baby to speak close to the tiny ear

Just like I'm sure he did every night when the baby was still in his s/o womb 😭😭

"It's okay. Come on, little angel, don't make mommy upset. If you want, I can sing in the meantime."

And I know the baby would stop crying while listening to his voice 🥹

And when he started singing, stroking the baby's head

His s/o would already be crying, with pride and happiness

Because the baby was calming down and finally gave in

THANK GOD!!!

And he would still keep his hand on her shoulder, exchanging knowing glances.

"It was a good technique"

"I have a feeling I'm going to have to do this more often"

I'm not crying YOU ARE! 😫😫😫

BYE

#exowritersnet #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun fic #baekhyun reaction #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun imagine #exo reactions #exo headcanons #exo imagine #exo scenario #kpop headcanons #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #maari #requests #maari's best anons 🫂

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transgenderteensurvivalguide · 1 year

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transfem related -- the free crochet breastforms site is off, is there any other site i could use?

Lee says:

I’m not sure if there are any other people who are giving away free handmade breast forms right now— if the followers know of any, please reblog/reply!

However, the pattern to crochet your own breast forms is here:

The PDF version of the instructions is here:

That might be a helpful resource if you’re interested in learning to crochet and have the time to pick up a new hobby with the help of YouTube videos and/or library books and online articles and websites, or have a friend who knows how to crochet and is skilled enough to follow the pattern and is willing to teach you or make it for you.

If you’re not able to make your own, there are a lot of people selling them on Etsy, but that might require using the strategies in this post to purchase:

Followers, does anyone know of any people/organizations that are currently donating free crocheted breast forms?

Anon says: Hi there, I saw your post about crochet breast forms but can't reply on it. This site has a pattern for breasts designed to be used in teaching breastfeeding techniques, hopefully it would suffice :-)

Knitting Pattern for knitted breasts (used for teaching)

Crochet Pattern (Option 1) for crocheted breasts (used for teaching)

Crochet Pattern (Option 2) for crocheted breasts (used for teaching)

#Lee says #crochet #breast forms #breast m

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cowgurrrl · 8 months

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On today’s maladaptive daydreaming about the oftm family:

Thinking about actress!reader doing the vogue get ready with me for an event in NYC but the kids and Joel are in the hotel with you so every once in a while, you see a random clip of Joel and Sam running around in the background. You’ll be explaining something about a product or a technique you use and suddenly you’ll hear one of the twins crying and you have to leave and when you come back, you’re breastfeeding Violet but all you can see is her little, curly head. “It’s just Joel and I with the kids pretty much all the time. We don’t have a nanny.” You tell the camera, apologizing for the change, but going back to the makeup.

When Violet is done and squirmy, Joel comes into the bathroom and takes Vi from your arms with a quick kiss and an affectionate ass smack. You shake your head, smiling, and swipe lipstick on. “I can already hear our friends giving us shit for that.” You laugh.

The video is a little bit of a mess but it’s a perfect way to show what your lives look like behind the cameras.

#oftm family #one for the money two for the show #rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader #rockstar!joel miller #the last of us au #tlou au #joel miller au #joel miller fluff #dad!joel miller

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astragreenwoode · 1 month

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♡Truest Treasure (Adventure Time Petrigrof AU)♡ PT 6/?

(A/N: Part 6. Time for Betty to face reality and prepare to be a mother while somehow also trying to cure Simon. She'll never learn. Good thing she's not alone in this.)

♡ My AU where pretty much everything is the same as in canon except Betty is unknowingly pregnant with her and Simon’s daughter when she jumps through the portal.

Italics - A/N

Slashed Text - NSFW

Bold Text - Sensitive Topics

Magic, Madness, Sadness, and a Baby

♡ By the time she becomes a full Wizard, Betty is already five months pregnant.

♡ She teleports from Magic Man’s house back to her tree and sits there in absolute silence as her brain tries to process everything.

♡ There was a time when this was all she wanted. This was something Simon wanted so much, too. And even if their child wasn’t going to be born under the circumstances they initially planned, it was happening. It was here, it was real, and it was the only part of Simon she had left whether she liked it or not.

♡ Normal Man goes to check on her every once in a while to make sure she’s taking care of herself and bring her supplies. Now that his MMS is gone, he’s a little more compassionate than before. He feels bad that she’s pregnant and feels so alone. He wants to be there for her in more ways than one if she’ll allow it.

♡ Betty wants him out of her sight, but she’ll still take the supplies he gives her. She has more than herself to worry about now. She can’t afford to be picky.

♡ Betty still hovers above the Ice Kingdom to watch Simon, except now she doesn't need to ride a magic carpet, anymore.

♡ She still does odd jobs for other wizards and still struggles with suicidal tendencies and risky quests. She has doubts that she’ll be a good mother, and wonders if she should just end it all to spare them both of the pain.

♡ Despite all of this, Betty has a few people to lean on for help.

♡ Finn and Jake figured out the situation when Magic Man turned them into bread. Even though they’re a little put off by her madness, they round up their friends and agree they should all be there for her. It’s what Simon would want if he were in his right mind.

♡ Even if Finn has no advice to offer her on the matter, they still bond. He has so many questions for her about human culture. His curiosity helps Betty forget all the bad things in her life for a while. He’s also. . .extremely invasive when it comes to asking questions about how a human pregnancy works.

♡ “Sooooo. . .when the little guys done growing, where does he come out of? You're belly button or something?”

“You're serious?”

“Yes. I'm using my serious face. Can't you tell?”

“The baby comes out of the vagina, Finn.”

“Out the va-where now?”

♡ Jake and Lady Rainicorn are more than happy to answer any of her questions about pregnancy or being a parent. Lady even asks if Betty wants to stay with her in her barn.

♡ Jake gives her his old camera phone so she can keep in touch with everyone.

♡ Tiny Manticore flies by every once in a while, just to talk. They would be great drinking buddies if Betty weren’t pregnant. They agree they should have drinks when she’s no longer pregnant or breastfeeding.

♡ He should open his own bar. He’d be good at it.

♡ Huntress Wizard helps keep her grounded, teaching her mindfulness and proper breathing techniques. She’s seen and helped lots of animals give birth, so she knows what she's doing. She also finds a way to recreate Magic Man’s elixir and tweak it so that it's also beneficial to the baby’s development.

♡ Marceline checks in on Betty every single day. She knows how important she is to Simon, and she was so excited to basically be gaining a little sibling! She usually comes by at night time. They visit whenever Betty's insomnia is acting up.

♡ Betty takes a break from doing favors for wizards. In her downtime, she still researches magic while continuing to explore her new abilities.

♡ After drawing up her plans to kidnap Gunter so she can hack into the Ice Crown, Betty recruits the fox colony to help her. One particular fox catches her eye, though; a vixen named Spark, who offers to be her familiar. She accepts.

♡ By the time she puts her plan into action, Betty is six months pregnant.

♡ When she kidnaps Gunter, she can immediately tell with her wizard eyes what he really is. As they wait for Ice King to give up his crown, they talk. She asks him about being an alien, how he came to be a penguin, and what Simon is like under the curse of the crown. He’s pretty wholesome for an alien hellbent on destroying everything. He thinks of the Ice King as his dad. Betty thinks it’s sweet.

♡ When he comes to rescue Gunter, Ice King is fascinated by her. Even when Betty looks like she's about to pop, he still calls her beautiful.

♡ She didn't realize how much she needed to hear that from him. It helped.

♡ Even after being rescued, Gunter still goes to visit Betty. He thinks of her as his mom, now.

♡ He'll bring her little presents for the baby. He once brought her a little stuffed penguin.

♡ Now a skilled wizard, Betty gives Spark the ability to shape shit as she pleases, in order to complete all her supply runs in any circumstance.

♡ When she's a cat, she likes kneading biscuits against Betty's baby bump. It makes them kick.

♡ Spark doesn't speak much around others besides Betty. And even when she does, she's very soft-spoken.

♡ At some point, Betty became extremely paranoid. Maybe it was just a bad case of pregnancy brain, but she doesn’t go outside her tree. And even when she does, she tries to be as stealthy as possible. She’s convinced somebody wants to hurt her or her unborn child. Spark runs errands for her during the day and keeps watch over her at night.

♡ Not being able to stand it anymore, Betty goes to the Ice Kingdom. Instead of just hovering like she usually does, she actually visits with the Ice King. Even if it still hurts to see him like this, it's just nice to hear his voice.

♡ Ice King is absolutely fascinated with Betty's pregnant belly.

♡ “What do you mean ‘there's no stork?’ Of course, there's a stork. How else would you deliver a baby?”

“. . .with a doctor?”

“Well. . .Dr. Princess was there when Gunther pushed out his egg, so. . .”

“He did what now?”

“Are you sure there's no stork? That's what my Grand-Daddy told me two-no, wait. . .One thousand years ago. . .I think. I don't really have a lot of memories before the age of a hundred.”

♡ Betty dumbed it waaaaaayyy down for him.

♡ “The. . .stork already delivered my baby. I just have to wait a little longer for them to grow inside my tummy before they're ready for me to meet them.”

“Oh, okay. That makes more sense.”

♡ Obviously, she doesn’t tell him it’s his baby. That would make things even more complicated and confusing for him.

♡ She won't let the Ice King touch her belly unless it's covered in something warm, afraid of the effects of his ice powers.

♡ On Normal Man’s weekly visit, he tells her he’s finally going to retrieve his brother from orbiting in space with the help of Tiny Manticore and become the king of Mars. He tells her his house is now hers since he won’t be needing it anymore before he offers Betty a choice; to come with him to Mars.

♡ Before she can tell him how much she hates him, how selfish he is, and how she never wants to see him again, she goes into labor six weeks too early.

♡ Normal Man is no help at all, complaining when she squeezed his hand ‘too tight.’ The only good thing he did was call everyone on her phone to tell them the news.

♡ “Are you fucking serious, dude?”

“What? It hurt.”

“YEAH?! AFTER YOU GIVE BIRTH TO SOME GROSS MARTIAN EGGS, OR HOWEVER THE FUCK YOU REPRODUCE, THEN WE’LL TALK ABOUT PAIN! YOU WANNA GO THERE, JACKASS!?”

“. . .no?”

♡ Betty kicks him out as soon as Huntress Wizard arrives.

♡ It hurt his feelings a bit. Who even knew he had feelings?? Nonetheless, they were there. He thought maybe he meant more to her than that. Apparently not. Either way, Normal Man knows better than to argue with her.

♡ Lady and Jake arrive not long after that. And for some reason, they thought it was a good idea to bring Finn along with them. He just wanted to see a human birth sooooo badly that they couldn’t tell him ‘no.’

♡ Again, he asks lots of intrusive questions while Huntress Wizard and Lady help her through the pain. Every new question or comment just ends up pissing Betty off even more. Jake has to take him outside until he agrees to behave himself.

♡ Spark stays by Betty’s side the entire time, letting her lean on her for support as she and the other ladies in the room coach her through the whole process.

♡ It’s times like these when Betty really wishes her mother was here with her.

♡ “HOW IN THE HELL DID YOU MANAGE TO DO THIS FIVE FUCKING TIMES!!??” she asks Lady Rainicorn.

Lady says something in Korean that Betty can't understand. Jake translates for her.

“It was a litter of five puppies. And since she's fifteen feet long and quadra-pedal, it didn't take long at all.

“Greeaaat, Jake. I feel waaaaaayyy better now. . .”

♡ Finn decides to spy at the worst possible time, getting more than he bargained for when he gets a clear shot of Betty’s baby crowning. He throws up before passing out. Jake lets him lie there.

♡ After six more grueling hours of labor, Betty and Simon’s daughter finally arrives in the world of the living.

♡ She came out silent, not crying like Betty expected her to. Thankfully, Huntress Wizard and Lady use their magic to help clear her airway before it was too late for her. Betty was so frightened that she might lose her before she even got the chance to hold her. She ended up crying alongside her daughter in relief as she held her for the first time.

♡ Juniper Grace is the perfect combination of both her parents; she has her Dad’s skin tone and soft, dark brown hair, also inheriting her Mom’s emerald green eyes and freckles.

♡ After grieving the loss of her and Simon’s first child over a year ago, Betty wasn’t sure if she’d ever have another chance to be a mother, or if she’d even want that chance, again. Thankfully, she was wrong. She just wished Simon was here to share it with her.

♡ Betty had a million worries wracking around in her brain about how she was going to handle this from here on out. All she was certain of was she wasn’t going to let anything happen to her and Simon’s little treasure.

♡ Spark now guards them both as they sleep.

Reblog, follow me, and come back for Part 7!

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bishopsbox · 6 months

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source: @esculturasblancas

Workshop of Sandro Botticelli, The Virgin and Child with Saint John and an Angel (circa 1490, detail). The complete painting, here.

Restored in 2018–19, this is one of the more significant paintings of the Virgin Mary to survive from the workshop of the Florentine Renaissance artist Sandro Botticelli. The circular format was very popular in the fifteenth century and particularly common for paintings decorating the bedchambers of Florentine households. Botticelli’s workshop responded to this demand, producing a great number of circular paintings (tondi) that vary in composition, dimension and artistic quality. A common feature of Botticelli’s tondi is the way in which individual figures react to the format of the painting, seen here in the young Saint John the Baptist on the left and the angel on the right, who bend slightly forward as if to fit within the border.

The Virgin Mary’s powerful frontal gaze makes this tondo stand out. Her exposed breast, with which she feeds Christ, is also central to its design. Images of the Virgin Mary breastfeeding added a human element to the representation of the mother of God. The Virgin’s exposed breast was uncovered only as part of the recent restoration. It had been overpainted to suit the preferences of an earlier owner.

Unfortunately, we don't know for whom this painting was originally made. An early inscription on the back suggests the Florentine architect and woodworker Giuliano da Sangallo. He is known to have had a sizeable art collection in his Florentine palace. Alternatively, the inscription may refer to Sangallo as the maker of the frame. The plethora of fruits that decorate the frame may hint at the idea of abundance, which is also underlined by the image of the breastfeeding Virgin.

This tondo was among the very first early Italian paintings (paintings made before 1500) to enter the National Gallery’s collection. Its acquisition in 1855 coincided with the rise in popularity of Botticelli. Many artists came to see it, producing copies and studying its tempera technique. Such was its appeal that at some point the tondo was displayed next to works by Raphael. But in the early twentieth century, scholars demoted it, arguing that it was a product of Botticelli’s workshop rather than by the artist himself. Workshop assistants were essential to artistic production during the Renaissance, but by this time it was believed that their involvement reduced a painting’s quality. Technical investigations have confirmed the use of partial cartoons, which were used to transfer a design to the surface of the painting – a practice common in a Renaissance workshop. Numerous changes were made at a much later stage, however, especially in the hands and hair of the angel on the right, some visible to the naked eye.

We know of several artists who were employed in Botticelli’s workshop, the most famous being Filippino Lippi, with whom Botticelli frequently collaborated (see Adoration of the Kings, for example). We do not know, however, which artists worked on this painting.

#botticelli #renaissance #angel #androgyny

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Am I tripping, or was it implied that the original Kaori was infertile? Grandpa said Jin didn’t get to have a child with Kaori while she was alive, and while yes, it’s probably because they never got the time since she died, it kinda makes me think they were trying for a baby for a while but it just never happened. It would also raise even more bells if this woman who presumably died suddenly could conceive with no problem at all. Idk it’s just the way that Jin seems so desperate for a child, makes me think he and his original wife had been failing to get pregnant. I guess he didn’t KNOW know about Kenjaku, but he knew something was wrong and maybe purposefully ignored it if it meant he could get the family he wanted. Maybe he had some kind of knowledge, who knows, but I don’t think he was aware of the full picture.

It’s sad to imagine Jin ignoring things, playing happy family only to then be killed by Kenjaku. I also think it’s very interesting how long Kenjaku and Jin spent together as a couple: Trying for the child (I’ll never get over that lmao), pregnancy, then an unspecified amount of time while Yuji was of breastfeeding age. That’s over a year, at least.

Well, to be specific, Wasuke said Jin wished for a child and that wish didn't come true with Kaori. It could be that they just couldn't get it to stick before she died, she was infertile or maybe Kaori didn't even want a child (which would reflect really badly on Jin if he just went ahead and had a kid with the person possessing her body instead...let's just hope that's not it). I think the infertility option is still quite likely. Kenjaku probably had to "mod" Kaori's uterus anyway to prepare it for creating Sukuna's vessel.

With the way Wasuke reacted, Kenjaku's failing acting skills and Jin's vagueness when referring to Kaorijaku, I think he suspected something was wrong, but ignored it to keep his dream alive. It's very unlikely that he knew the full picture and even if he understood that Kenjaku is a completely different person, he was probably not aware of who exactly they are and what their plan for their child is. A lot of that depends on how familiar Kaori was with jujutsu I would say. If she had full control of her technique, Jin would likely have a better understanding of the world she and Kenjaku come from and suspect that something is up when she comes back to life, personality completely changed and suddenly ready/able to have a kid.

And yes, I also estimate Kenjaku's time spend with him covered at least 1 year. It could be that they weren't with him the entire time though, since they seem to be quite the nomad and until around month 6 you can still move around pretty freely while pregnant. They clearly know their way around a uterus, so they can just do all the usual check-ups themselves and I doubt Yuuji was a normal pregnancy anyway. Tengen's next Star Plasma Vessel merger was coming up and they found the Prison Realm only 10 years later, so I'm sure they were still quite busy. The most time they spend together was probably during the later stages of the pregnancy and shortly after Yuuji was born.

Part of me wants to believe, that they took it a bit slower like not going abroad or staying away for shorter times (too much stress is bad for the baby and you can't compromise the vessel's health uwu) and ended up quite liking that change of pace. We know that they spend less than half of 2018 in Japan and the year before they were travelling around marking new sorcerers, matching cursed objects with future vessels and preparing the Culling Game barriers. Up till ~20th century they travelled between sweet-talking sorcerers to make them agree to binding vows and searched for the Prison Realm abroad. At some point they apparently also studied the brains of non-Japanese non-sorcerers. Compared to all that, even just half a year of washing dishes, fucking your husband and annoying your father-in-law seems like a nice holiday. Not that it changed anything about Jin's end. You just gotta make the most of the time you got.

#Jin sitting at home to wait for his workaholic wife to come home...man I feel bad for him #I'm campaigning to give Kenny more beach holidays. with husband and child(ren)#asks #itadori jin #kenjaku

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harmonyhealinghub · 5 months

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Birth Doulas: Empowering Support for Expectant Families

Shaina Tranquilino

December 12, 2023

Bringing a new life into the world is an incredible journey filled with joy, anticipation, and sometimes, uncertainty. During this transformative time, many women seek additional support to ensure a positive birth experience. Enter birth doulas – compassionate professionals who provide continuous physical, emotional, and informational assistance before, during, and after childbirth. In this blog post, we will delve into what birth doulas are and explore their invaluable role in empowering expectant mothers.

Understanding Birth Doulas: A birth doula is a trained individual who offers non-medical support to expectant mothers throughout the entire childbirth process. These dedicated individuals are typically experienced in various birthing techniques and possess extensive knowledge of the physiological and emotional aspects of labour and delivery.

Their Role: 1. Emotional Support: Birth doulas provide unwavering emotional support during pregnancy, labour, and postpartum periods. They assist expectant mothers by actively listening to their concerns, fears, hopes, and dreams surrounding childbirth. By offering empathy and reassurance, these caring professionals help alleviate anxieties while fostering confidence.

2. Continuous Physical Comfort: Doulas employ an array of comfort measures to ease discomforts associated with labour pains such as massage techniques, breathing exercises, relaxation techniques, positioning suggestions, and more. Their presence ensures that the mother's physical needs are addressed consistently throughout the birthing process.

3. Advocacy & Communication: One significant aspect of a birth doula's role is to act as an advocate for the mother's preferences and desires when communicating with healthcare providers or medical staff. This may include discussing pain management options or ensuring the mother has access to accurate information about procedures being performed.

4. Informational Support: Birth doulas empower expectant mothers by providing evidence-based information on various aspects of childbirth like different birthing positions or breastfeeding techniques. They ensure that the mother is well-informed, enabling her to make educated decisions regarding her birth plan.

5. Partner Support: Birth doulas also extend their support to partners or other family members involved in the birthing process. By guiding them on how best to assist and comfort the labouring mother, doulas help create a harmonious environment where everyone feels included and informed.

Benefits of Hiring a Birth Doula: The advantages of having a birth doula during childbirth are numerous:

1. Increased Satisfaction: Studies have shown that women who receive continuous support from a birth doula report higher levels of satisfaction with their birthing experience.

2. Reduced Interventions: Research indicates that with the presence of a doula, there is often a decrease in interventions like cesarean sections and epidurals, leading to more positive outcomes for both mother and baby.

3. Emotional Well-being: The emotional support provided by birth doulas significantly reduces stress levels for expectant mothers, promoting overall emotional well-being throughout pregnancy and beyond.

4. Lowered Risk of Postpartum Depression: Women supported by birth doulas tend to have lower rates of postpartum depression due to the consistent guidance and nurturing they receive during the vulnerable post-birth period.

Birth doulas play an essential role in ensuring positive experiences for expectant mothers during childbirth. Their unwavering support, knowledge, and advocacy empower women to navigate this transformative journey confidently. By providing physical comfort, emotional reassurance, informational assistance, and acting as an advocate, these dedicated professionals contribute significantly to creating fulfilling and empowering birthing experiences for all involved.

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Unofficially back and things have been so… bad. Well.. for my mental health at least. Getting swabbed next Thursday only to get confirmation and debunk shit, while also dealing with Bf’s health issues. Still a little bit in disbelief he has an autoimmune disease, but I’m glad it’s not worse than that. It explains so much as to why he kept getting outbreaks of his lip sore (which is like 2 times a year).

Been speaking with my psychiatrist and my therapist and my psychiatrist has been talking about how I may be actually suffering from C-PTSD as opposed to just PTSD. She’s also noticed that I’ve become dissociative over time and honestly it explains why I feel so soulless and dead inside. Like… I would feel so much stress, anxiety, my depression would go full on to wanting to hurt myself and then… I leave. Like there is a part of me that is no longer here. Like it’s gone and I don’t think that part of me will come back any time soon, if not at all. You can try to put me in a stressful situation and I would not even react with intense anxiety, anger, or even sadness. I’m just numb to the bone. Idk. I’m just existing and not truly living. My therapist is a godsend and I really love how she helps me process my feelings (or lack thereof) and my thought processes. I’m truly thankful for my therapist and my psychiatrist.

It has been hinted (I feel like) that I may have BPD, but the way both my psychiatrist and my therapist explain it is that C-PTSD and BPD coincide together so it can be difficult to diagnose which one I’m possibly suffering from. I didn’t understand how that can be possible because one is a personality disorder and the other is some sort of traumatic disorder until I looked into it and I can see how I can be suffering from both. Idk though I’m leaning towards C-PTSD, because I don’t like the idea of having a personality disorder. Sure, it can explain a lot about me because I don’t understand why I can think the way I do and why I act the way I do. I just… idk. I don’t really wanna be diagnosed with that.

I’ve learned some grounding techniques, but I don’t want to be back and feel the things I feel when I am back. I remember for months I know I was at my rock bottom and I don’t want to feel that again. My sense of self is destroyed and I feel like I don’t even recognize who I am and who I’ve become. All I want to accept is that I’m a mom to a beautiful baby girl and that is it. I don’t want to feel the guilt, the anxiety, the anger, the depression, or the urge to kîll mÿsèlf.

On the positive note, in total I have lost 25-30 lbs! I feel a lot better about my body, except for my chest. My posture has gotten bad due to my chest being big because of breastfeeding. Even when I completely wean off, they’re gonna be big and that’s gonna make me feel incredibly insecure. I’m thinking I might actually start saving for breast reduction surgery. I want to feel more confident about my chest while also having a better posture. Bf even supports me on this now.

Things have been feeling really off and weird for me. I don’t feel right in my body. And I haven’t been in a while. It’s like my mind and my body separated.

Anyhoo, here are pics/vid of me feeling myself even though I have mixed feelings about myself. 😌

(Had to increase the grain on the grainy ones cuz they came out blurry 😭)

#word vomit #unhinged #me #mirror selfies #selfie

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