#children tw

[mintmatcha]

idk I always picture bakugo with the tiniest little baby you've ever seen

#children tw

[svejarph]

claire forlani gif pack

CLICK THE SOURCE LINK BELOW and you will find #186 245x150px gifs of Claire Forlani as Igraine in Camelot (2011)! These were created from scratch by Sveja. Do what you want with these, just don't repost/claim as your own, don't use them to play Claire as herself, use in smut/smut-based blogs, and like/reblog if using. If you like what I'm doing, feel free to commission me or donate to my ko-fi! Claire was 39-40 during filming and is white (English, Italian, possibly Scottish). Please note that this show takes place in the late 400s in Britain.

tw: alcohol, blood, children, eating, death, drinking, fire, flashing lights, horses, hugging, injury, jail, kissing, pda, prison, religious imagery, shaky camera, weapons

#claire forlani gif pack #claire forlani #fc: claire forlani #fc: 30s #fc: 40s #fc: cis woman #fc: white #gif pack #period fc #alcohol tw #blood tw #children tw #eating tw #death tw #drinking tw #fire tw #flashing lights tw #horses tw #hugging tw #injury tw #jail tw #kissing tw #pda tw #prison tw #religious imagery tw #shaky camera tw #weapons tw

[yanban-san]

How do you think your submas aus would react to their object of affection already having a child (either adopted or from a previous partner)? There could be such different reactions among them, some potentially veering very badly, and some really good, that I can't help but be curious!

I don't know- I think it would also heavily depend on the children involved. I actually think drider or hydreigon boys would react best- They'd treat the children like their own offspring, and shower them with as much affection as they could. Hydreigon boys would probably be worried about how "weak" human kids are, but also happy they aren't blind, like Deinos are. The Driders are teaching the children how to weave and catch fish- Bugcatchers are a staple toy in your house for the kids.

The Androids would probably regard the children as Extra Special VIP passengers- They have all sorts of protocols and data on interacting with children, and while they adore you, your children are obviously, very precious to you! It would probably make them feel more human with you, too; Aren't you just the image of a lovely, happy family? And if they endear the children to themselves, well...

The Eldritch Boys are probably the ones with the most curious reaction. I can't say for certain how they would react- They understand "loving" you as giving you all you desire, even if it is in a "wrong", or messed-up sort-of-way. A child, already yours? What father do they have, they wonder? And what better way to earn their place by your side than if they prove themselves to be suitable parental figures? Your child will be powerful; They shall know ancient, forbidden knowledge that the greatest of occult sorcerers have spent decades of their lives seeking, and all as fun little bedtime stories told to them from the lap of an Elder God. But in all honesty, the children would probably find themselves closer to Kudari- And as much as Kudari delights in them, he has trouble bonding with them. Earning your affection is hard, certainly, yes- But a child's affection should be easy to get, right? Well, depends on the child.

Nobori has a lot of trouble getting along with children- His face and the darkness about him give him a rather frightening aura. He tries not to be so somber or... Depressing, as Kudari so bluntly puts it, around them- But the perpetual glower on his face is still a deterrent. He gets better if he views the children like little Depot Agents, oddly. He finds it easier to give praise and talk to kids if he's showing them how to do something, or teaching them about battling.

#Submas AU #x Reader #seth.anon #seth.asks #children tw #eldritch submas #drider submas #hydreigon au #x reader #I tried to keep it vague idk! #Hope ya like Anon #<3

[cherrykamado]

❝𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃.❞

PAIRING : tanjiro x fem reader.

WARNINGS: SELFSHIP CODED (but made 'x reader' for everyone to enjoy). AGED UP CHARACTERS (+25 both). mentions of children (reader and tanjiro have got a baby.), allusions to pregnancy. smut (unprotected sex), praising, use of pet names (bunny, angel), fingering, reader has got hair. extremely self indulgent.

NOTICE : MINORS, AGELESS AND EMPTY BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. AGE IN BIO OR YOU'LL BE BLOCKED.

WORDCOUNT: 3.8k

— with love, cherry. enjoy!

There is just nothing else he could ask for. Just the sight of you on his and your bed, with the small bundle of joy in your arms as you hold her to your chest…. Tanjiro has reached the peak of happiness.

He’s made it at last, with you, the love of his life. You’ve intertwined your fates forever, the tiny baby who relaxedly sleeps to the lulling tranquility of your heartbeat, being his greatest accomplishment. 

It’s now that he considers that he has never once in his life deemed himself unlucky, not even at the lowest points of his life, where sorrows and void could have taken over his heart and darkened it forever. Your light has enveloped and enhanced his own, wrapping him so safely in your love forever and ever. And ever since that day his sight crashed on yours, his lips landed on your own, he swears he has taken in what it feels like pure, absolute love. The sheer feeling of happiness that is so simple, but so filling, is something that he swore himself to protect until the end of his days.

 You give him so much without noticing, by just bathing your daughter in your light, like you’ve done to him — and still do every day — a smile sneaks into plain view, tugging at the corners of his lips. His wine colored eyes are glazed with the utter enamour and admiration as he watches the scene from the opened door while you, absorbed equally in the moment of peace as you watch her sleep, remain unaware of his presence.

Feeling lovely, his head fuzzy and his heart hazy, Tanjiro is complete. His eyes take a picture of the scene as he blinks, his memory storing forever another little moment where it feels like he is in heaven. Or where it feels like there is a piece of heaven on Earth. 

Sighing to himself, his gaze narrows, drinking in more of the moment. 

“She’s asleep.” He shakes his head the moment your whisper dances into your ear. Whenever he turns to you, his heart, he catches a glimpse of the smile that tugs at your lips, and it’s contagious. It almost feels like if he smiles just a bit more, it will start hurting. But, what does he care? How could he ever care?

His legs, far before he realizes, are taking him carefully closer to you, next to the bed. He spares another lovestruck glance at the baby — she has your hair, but her eyes are completely like his own. She looks like a carbon copy of him, but there’s no way he could’ve made a baby so beautiful if it hadn’t been without you. 

“She’s so sleepy.” He points out, taking her from your arms.

“Well, she’s still  a baby.” You retort, giggling, “But I think she likes to sleep a lot anyway.”

 Ever so carefully, he cradles her and safely tucks her against her chest. If there was a contest, Tanjiro would win the award to the proudest, most enamoured father the world has ever witnessed. His lids drop just halfway as his look fixates onto her while his calloused hands, ever so gentle, brush the scarce hairs from her forehead, even if he needn’t. 

“You’re so perfect.” Slips from his lips, lips that all they hold towards his daughter are praises that come straight from his heart. “Let’s take you to your bed, okay?” He whispers, a thin trail of deep voice, honeyed with wholesome emotions, coat onto his baby. And so he does: he takes her to her own room next door, unaware that you’ve gotten up from the bed, and follows right behind. Unaware of the equally lovestruck smile that spreads on your lips as you watch the proud father with what has become the most important being in his life.

He’s utterly lost in the moment, in each moment with his daughter, you observe. The way he indulges himself into slow-rocking her on his arms for a bit longer before placing her in her cradle, just to feel her against his chest for just a bit more. Lost completely in the way in which a trail of drool stains his clothes because she’s snuggled against his chest and Tanjiro is completely blown away by this. Lost completely in the way in which she’s holding onto the finger he’s offered for her to hold onto — like a silent promise from him to her, to watch over her and protect her. 

You’re peeking from the door, hearing how a sniffle betrays him and escapes his lips; and there’s nothing you want more than to console him, although there is no reason to. Instead, however, you decide to keep on watching, watch them as he raises her just in the slightest, kisses her forehead and lets her down gently onto the cradle to cover her with the crocheted blanket you had crafted with anxious hands back in those days where restlessness took over, where you were expecting her to come any second now — but she, as calm and patient as her daddy, had decided to wait, even though she had given you certain warnings for you two to get ready for her arrival, arrival that came at the moment you least expected. She’s always been that way, and you’re glad she didn’t inherit your fierceness and your effusiveness. 

Almost as if you had created her to her dad’s image and likeness; dad who, after letting her down to sleep, has turned around and now is facing you. You had been caught. 

There is no need for words, not when you can see the way in which his maroon orbs gleam — he hasn’t changed ever since. 

“She’s so beautiful.” It seems that he’s excusing himself, as his once round eyes wrinkle up, a curtain of tears clouding his vision, giving room for a silent sniffle to escape him. 

It makes your heart miss a beat. 

“Just like you, baby.” You retort, your arms spreading to reach to him, and envelop him into an embrace. 

Your hand threads into the hair at the back of his head, your fingernails sweetly grazing against his scalp over and over. Tanjiro tightens his embrace around you, lays his forehead between your trapezius and the depression behind your clavicle, just like it is the perfect place for the tip of his nose to fit in. Your sweet scent, plus the scent of glycerine of the soap you used moments ago dances into his nostrils. A few tears spill from his gaze, until he’s calmed down completely; you pull away from him just in the slightest, just to take a look at him. He, taking the hint, lifts his head and pulls back as well to look at you. That’s when you mouth to him that you’d better head to your shared room so as to not wake her; nodding, he complies. He’s the last to close the door — but not before taking a last glance to his babygirl.

Now in your room, you invite him to sit down. Tanjiro notices that there is something you’re either holding back or hesitating to say, judging by your look. 

“Are you alright?” He asks, taking your hand. 

“Yeah.” You nod, “It’s just…” Trailing off, your gaze departs from him, wandering for a bit down to your lap, to his own, and eventually back to his gaze. The doubt is imprinted all over your features — you’ve never been quite covert with your emotions and your gestures, so that invokes worry in your husband.

“You can tell me anything.” He reassures with a light squeeze to your hand, “What’s wrong?” 

Patiently waiting for you to answer, you begin to ramble internally. He’s as happy as he could ever be. This is his dream come true. Life isn’t easy and it certainly hasn’t been easy for him throughout it all. He’s once told you about it: his dream was to have a family with the one he loves. To compensate for the one he’s lost, or simply for the fact of passing on to his children the same love that has been given to him — you bet it’s a mix of both, but mostly the latter reason. 

And you love that. Because your dream was to find and settle down with the love of your life. How many nights have you (day)dreamt about a house full of giggles, joy and love; watching your family be happy so that you can therefore be happy? You’ve yearned for this. 

But somehow, you’re feeling greedy, and that feeling of greediness evokes guilt in you. You don’t know if he wants the same, or at least not right now that she’s just gotten here, to this world. 

“I… The doctor came a few days ago…” You start,  “Y-you don’t have to— I mean, sorry—” 

“It’s okay. You can tell me anything.” He reminds you of the obvious, as he’d always do, not because you could’ve forgotten, but as a reminder that nothing can be too much for him when it comes to you. 

Your gaze averted from him once again, your eyes flicker back to his own again — there’s this understanding, calming expression in him, that you cannot help but feel the need to breathe in deeply, sighing just as deep. 

“I… I asked the doctor… the other day… and he said… he said that we could…” You pause, trying to calm your throbbing heart for a moment. Tanjiro’s smile slowly fades from his face, and his look turns into something not concerned, but focused, as if waiting for you to go on. A nod of his own gives you the push to finish what you are saying — after all, you know you already have the no.

“...We could try for another baby.” You finish, almost whispering. Feeling how a wave of heat creeps to your face, and how for a moment your heart feels as if on the verge of bursting, you press your lips in a thin line, trying to ground yourself. 

“I… I know we’ve just had one, I… I just thought maybe… You know, so t-that she isn’t lonely.” 

“R-right now?”

Tanjiro’s eyes have widened a fraction, his mouth hangs agape just a little, but it is as if you’ve stripped the words from him. He cannot find the answer, the reaction, anything. It’s like his feet have been swept from the floor, surprise taking over him in a way that makes you think that he’s shocked — that he doesn’t want the same as you. Defeated, you look down, only retorting with a faint nod of your head.

“You don’t have to say yes…” You mumble, “I-I just… It’s okay, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to be g-greedy, I…” 

You’re stopped in your tracks by his other hand, warm, clasping itself on top of the back of your own. When he squeezes your hand, you’re drawn to his gaze, where he greets you with a smile. 

“Of course.” A closed eyed, toothed grin is what he sends you. Surprise takes over you now, your eyes widening; what surprises you the most, however, must be the way in which his voice has cracked as he responded, and now that you’re taking a better look at him, the way in which his cheeks have turned rosy. 

“R-really?”

“I want anything you want.” His hand has cupped your cheek, and in the blink of an eye you feel his forehead so gently leaning against your own. His expression, however, takes a tint of concern as he looks deeply into your eyes. 

“But only if you’re ready,” He adds. “Okay?” 

“I’m ready, Tanjiro.” You admit, enthralled into his eyes, your hand placed on top of his own, your thumb caressing the back of it. 

How can he help himself when you’re being so good to him, so perfect? To say he’s enamoured would be an understatement. With you, he’s been more than lucky; having someone by his side who’s more than ready to give him what he wanted the most, even if it entails undergoing a great strain — doing this out of pure love and desire is what makes him complete. 

And the skies are watching, bathing you both in their sunlight as the rays of the afternoon filter through the window. It’s like the sun and the skies, the very same heavens are giving you their blessing. That your wish will come true. It’s almost as if this life you’ve chosen by his side to face anything, create, love, live — all that is just meant to be. 

Your lips melt together and the kiss is everything you focus on; the fact that he’s already laying you on the soft covers of the bed becomes secondary. What you know, though, is that next time you open your eyes, you will find him on top of you, offering you the most wholehearted smile he can muster. And together you manage to bring a piece of heaven to this place called bedroom, where he opens the robe you’re wearing, uncovering yourself for him. Once again, he’s amazed: all this beauty, and it’s for him. How could he ever not call himself lucky? 

“You’re so beautiful,” He notes, his eyes roaming your bare skin. Even with all the imperfections, “You’re perfect.” 

And what else can you do, apart from taking that hand of his, marked with years of hard work and sacrifice, and lead it to where your heart rests? 

“I love you.” You confess, like he doesn’t already know, like it’s the first time he hears it as his hand feels the racing heartbeat against your ribcage. 

You draw him like a magnet to your lips once again; he cannot hold himself back and he hopes you’ll forgive him for rushing just a little more. Tanjiro is patient, but there are times in which his patience cannot outweigh his bliss, therefore his desire. By the time his lips have blended with your own, his body has been already slotted between your legs, and he has already relaxed enough to press himself against you. His desire seeps through his pores with the small sighs that, in-tandem, are leaving his lips over and over, and sometimes with a little trace of his voice if the eagerness slips from his control and he rocks his hips so that his hard sex can meet your own in a slow grind. 

“I’m sorry…” He breathes against your lips, his eyes closed like he’s lost in trance. His mouth is ajar, letting puffs of hot air fan against your lips and chin; no words come out. 

“Don’t worry…” You shake your head slightly, outlining a smile. “I want, too…” 

And just as you utter those words your arms, which were resting wrapped around his neck, untangle themselves so you can roam over his body. His shirt comes undone so easily, button by button, uncovering his skin just like he has done to you. Your fingers graze his skin and leave a trail of goosebumps and clenched muscles visible in his toned body, all the way done until the buckle of his pants comes to your grasp. 

A last glance, and he nods at you, telling you that you can go on — silent agreements between you both, like a ritual you follow every time, no matter the context, no matter how much you can wait to have each other. Tanjiro watches as your gaze flickers to his buckle. In a matter of a few clinks and clanks, it comes undone. He lets you tug his pants and underwear down, until it’s his hard cock that bounces out of his pants. He’s quick to get ready despite his patience, his head drooling and reddening in anticipation. 

Tanjiro closes his eyes after watching you stroke him a few times, throwing his head back in pleasure. A moan manages to slip past his lips; not so loud, always remembering that he must be quiet. Coming back, his eyes open. You can see the lust gleaming and enhancing the wine color of his eyes, half-hooded. 

“I won’t be able to hold back if you keep going, bunny.” He tells you, placing his hand on top of your hand you’ve wrapped around him. “You need to get ready, too. It’s been a while.” He reminds, always so attentive and perceptive in the smallest details, even more when it comes to you. 

So he’s willing to give up on the attention you’ve placed on him, and move onto you, onto getting you ready to let him in. Two calloused fingers make their way to your heat, that soaks him upon first contact as he runs the tips of his digits down your folds, separating them as he does and sinking them into your slit. You, who’s always more than enthusiastic over his touch, let your jaw drop, but manage to regain your senses to bite your lip. 

“Shhh,” He coos, another of his beautiful smiles sneaking into plain view just for you, “She’s sleeping.” 

“Uh-huh…” You nod, “I know, it just…”

“I know.” It feels good, he’s aware. And he’s going to make you feel as good as he can — just the same way as you do. 

So you observe as one of his fingers parts, down and down until he’s sinking it inside you. The stretch isn’t painful at all, but since you’ve last done this it’s been quite a time, so it stings just a little. And he’s more than willing to fight his desire, focusing on you for as long as you need until you’re ready. No matter what his body dictates, in the end there’s no need to rush. 

In the end, you’re the one indulging him. 

Every movement, every graze to your walls by the roughness of his skin makes you shiver, your hips buckling into his hand — every single gesture or action indulges him; it’s even better when he adds a second one. It doesn’t take you long to adapt as he stretches you out with the gentle moves of his fingers. Your cunt, ever so sensitive, drools with ecstasy at this, and you’re becoming consumed by a haze of ecstasy that leaves your eyes almost wanting to roll to the back of your head. So eager, so demonstrative, so pretty in everything you do. Rewarding you with a plethora of kisses to your cheek, over and over, he keeps going, continuing to pump his fingers over and over, until the click-ey sound of your slick resonates in his ears.

“Do you think you’re ready?” He mumbles against your cheek, to which you nod. At this point, you’re more than throbbing around his digits, you can feel your heat pulsing eagerly. 

“M’ ready, Tanji…” You breathe out, your hand creeping down to grab his cock once again.

Tanjiro melts against your touch, sighing against your cheek, his orbs heavy with pleasure so he cannot prevent them from shutting down at the velvety feeling of your hand once more. 

“Okay…” He nods against you, “I will… I-I will…” He reassures, mustering energy to pull away from you just enough so that he can align himself. 

His gaze flickers down, when he tries to get a hold of himself, you’re nearing yourself closer to his lower half, guiding his cock in between your folds and down your slit, like he’d done with his fingers not long ago. Ragged breaths leave his lips, and you can tell he’s fighting himself in order to not make so much noise. That’s why his lower abdomen spasms when you’re running his head over you, coating him in your syrupy slick before you stop right in your entrance. It’s not until then that you let go, now flickering your gaze up at him.

“Are you sure?” He once again asks, “I promise we don’t have to do it right now. We can always wait a bit longer.”

 so that you can flash him one of your so angelically imp smiles. 

“Please.” You ask him, “I’m sure. I want this,” You add, “I want you, Tanjiro.”

To be honest, how can he not obey? 

Slowly, he pushes into you; slowly, his chest comes in contact with yours until they’re pressed against each other, as so do your foreheads. With unrushed, small thrusts, he manages to push in more and more; At the same time, he’s swallowing each of your gasps, mewls and moans as once again his lips attach themselves to yours into a passionate kiss — again, unrushed. 

“God,” He exhales heavily, “You feel so good…” 

His name falls from your lips in between kisses, kisses that’ll turn more and more heated. “More, m-more…”

Always, he obliges. He does it, he gives you anything you want, no matter what. You’re his everything, you’re the one who gave him heaven on earth; His angel, his precious honey bunny. And what wouldn’t he give to see those utterly pretty love faces you make for him when he spoils you like you deserve? Just as he bottoms out in you, this thought pops into his mind and, God, he’s made a mighty effort to just not spill his seed right here, right now. 

“Thank you… T-thank you…” He buries himself into you, over and over, snapping his hips against your skin, over and over again. Kissing your cheek repeatedly, peppering the rest of your face in them, he cannot just help but pour his gratitude onto, into you. For giving him heaven once, for wanting to give it to him a second time. 

For giving him heaven every day. 

It’s thanks to you he’s happier than ever. 

And that’s just how he increases the pace: the gratitude is so much that there is a growing desperation to show it to you, to make you feel just as intensely as he feels you — tight, wrapped around him, holding onto him like you never want to let go of him. Tanjiro pulls away, overwhelmed with the need to look at you, and brushes a strand of hair that’s sticking to your forehead, glistening with a thin layer of sweat. 

“You’re doing so good, angel…” He praises, “You’re so good to me.” 

And his hand seeks yours, taking it to rest beside your head. He intertwines his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand like he always wants to keep you close to him, like he’s sure that whenever anything is crumbling around him, your love is going to be the one thing sustaining him. He holds you like he wants to be joined to you forever — and, who says you won’t be? This is forever. 

In your eyes, when you look at each other, you know that’s just the way it’s going to be. 

And the family you create together, the living proof of it. 

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#🍒 — works #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro kamado x reader #kamado tanjiro x reader #tanjirou x reader #kamado tanjirou x reader #tanjirou smut #kamado tanjirou smut #tanjirou kamado smut #tanjiro x reader smut #kamado tanjiro x reader smut #tanjirou x y/n #tanjiro kamado x y/n #tanjirou kamado x reader smut #kny smut #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #children tw #pregnancy tw

[madefate]

i was Conversing with my Wife & can i just say, i love when character thoughts hit me out of nowhere bc it feels so organic to the character. i have so many characters who are extremely neutral on children, but i wandered into the fact yesterday that blitz loves kids so much holy shit. yeah we KNOW he has dad energy, but we were talking about blitz eventually having nieces & nephews and the second he sees a baby he's putting that thing in a bjorn and carrying it around everywhere like don't even pay him for babysitting he LOVES THAT LITTLE TYKE.

#hh tw #( blitz hc. ) #children tw #A BABY ???? BABY ???? #his favorite thing in life is taking care of people #so give him a TINY LITTLE PERSON ??? #they're being dressed in the cutest outfits (emo fuck outfits ofc) #they're being carried EVERYWHERE #he narrates everything he does to them #he'll kill anyone who looks at them the wrong way - literally

[canongf-archive]

imagine your F/O telling you “we’d have cute babies.” they mention it when the topic of children comes up and it’s light and playful and you know they’re not pressuring you into anything, but there is a hint of sincerity there and it makes your heart full to know that they’re thinking about a family with you.

#this thought makes me :) #prompt.txt #self ship #self shipping #self ship community #self shipping community #self insert #self insert community #mine.txt #family tw #fankids tw #children tw #pregnancy tw #tokophobia tw #just in case!!! #if there's any tag i missed just lemme know

[hiddenpxpercuts]

@drvcxrys || Event Starter for Isabelle Lightwood.

"What the actual hell is going on now?" Alec asked his sister, shaking his head. "I watched a movie like this one night with Magnus. If children come out of this thing and want to kill us, I'm done."

#hwevent16 #event16: it's aMAZEing how wicked this town is #it's not like a stab wound you can protect me from. it's a million little paper cuts every day.: alexander lightwood #death tw #children tw

[nymfaia]

Claire/Trent and Rini/Duke for the "if they had a kid meme" (Also, the blog looks lovely!)

sims-baby-making.mp3 // @talesfantastic

Name: Shanna: a variant on "Shannon", from the Irish river, Shannon. (Trent is possibly derived from an English river named the same.)

Gender: female

General Appearance: pale-haired and dark-eyed, Shanna seems to have picked their pieces straight down the middle. Some of Claire's freckles; some of Trent's height, in time.

Personality: Cautious and meditative, Shanna would probably best get along with Mary's children - if they were as bookish as she is, anyway. More likely to read about a thing than simply try it, she has a factoid for almost anything ... that the library has a book on, at least.

Special Talents: Due to their quiet nature, Claire's farm animals took quite a shine to her early on.

Who they like better: Probably Trent, as she enjoys shadowing him as he works.

Who they take after more: Probably Claire. One isn't simply born on a farm without picking up... most of it.

Personal Head canon: Claire probably baby carried Shanna to do chores far earlier than Trent wished, but there was sadly not a lot of literature on the pros and cons of such. Due to Shanna not being a very fussy baby, her animals took quite a shine to her... and is probably why she grew to be just as fond of them.

Name: Harlan: an Old English name meaning "hare land".

Gender: male, he guesses

General Appearance: messy and impulsive, Harlan looks... just about that. with strawberry blonde locks and chocolate irises that seemingly take over their whole face, the princess's son looks like a doe caught in the garden. (and flees just about like one, too.)

Personality: Harlan is swift to bring himself into danger and just shy of quick enough to get himself out of it. He is the eavesdropper that always sneezes, and the window that slams shut when he's trying to sneak out of the castle.

Special Talents: ...Fortunately, he's cute enough to get out of most trouble. The first time, at least.

Who they like better: Rini, when he's not getting caught. While she was his best friend as a small boy, he's grown to realize what a terror she could be.

Who they take after more: Also probably Rini, at least on the tin. However, it's obvious his high energy and willfulness is simply a cry for attention... to be sat down and enjoy some quiet time, which, unfortunately, isn't in Rini's wheelhouse. (Bedtime reading specifically is Duke's chore.)

Personal Head canon: Probably needed glasses from like, age two. Has probably demolished or lost said glasses once or twice a year since he realized they were optional for most people.

#❪ ¶ ❫ ASKS. #❪ 👑🌙 ❫ your kingdom / your crown ; duke & rini. #❪ 🌻🩺 ❫ the dirt in which our roots may grow ; trent & claire. #babies tw #children tw

[rjhpandapaws]

So i am of the age that some of my friends are starting to have kids, which like good for them i guess.

But its been leading to some friction in my relationships with them.

I have real bad anxiety, especially around leaving my room/house for things that are not necessary. And because of that made it clear that i would probably hang out with them less once they had kids.

And guess what, they now have small humans, which again good for them.

But somehow I'm the bad guy because i wont spend time with them/their child.

Like i already told you this was what was going to happen.

Kids make me uncomfortable, i am not going to spend time around them if it can be avoided.

#tumbling from the tree tops #children tw

[sayruq]

#yemen #jerusalem #tel aviv #current events #palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #news on gaza #palestine news #news update #war news #war on gaza #children of gaza #child death tw #gaza genocide #war crimes #genocide

[mintmatcha]

hello mint (said with animosity)

i must know, for your sukuna favorite wife au, once readwr does start having heirs, do the other wives get jealous? there doesn’t seem to be any animosity so far that you’ve shown, but surely once reader has secured their future by bearing his son(s) the others would become angry unless no?

I actually think that most of the others don't envy her. Sukuna is their husband, but hes also a monster, both in his actions and his looks.

reader has secured her future, sure.. but she's giving a tyrant a child. the smart ones pity her. They get to live unbothered for the most part while she's under his thumb most days.

some of the more ...unhinged... wives are jealous me thinks

#children tw

[svejarph]

kıvanç tatlıtuğ gif pack

CLICK THE SOURCE LINK BELOW and you will find #784 245x150px gifs of Kivanc Tatlitug as Seyit Eminof in Kurt Seyit ve Sura Season 2 (2014)! These were created from scratch by Sveja. Do what you want with these, just don't repost/claim as your own, don't use them to play Kivanc or Seyit, don't use in any smut/smut-based blogs, and like/reblog if using. If you like what I'm doing, feel free to commission me or donate to my ko-fi. Kivanc was 30-31 during this season and is Turkish & white (Albanian, Bosnian). This season takes place in Turkey during the 1920s.

tw: implied death, fire, violence ; alcohol, being drunk, bruises, children, drinking, eating, fighting, flashing lights, flickering lights, food, guns, hugging, illness, injury, jail, kissing, military, noose, nsfw, pda, police, shaky camera, shirtlessness, violence

#kivanc tatlitug #kıvanç tatlıtuğ #kivanc tatlitug gif pack #kıvanç tatlıtuğ gif pack #fc: kivanc tatlitug #fc: kıvanç tatlıtuğ #fc: 30s #fc: cis man #fc: turkish #fc: white #gif pack #**Sveja #period fc #death tw #fire tw #violence tw #being drunk tw #bruises tw #children tw #drinking tw #eating tw #fighting tw #flashing lights tw #flickering lights tw #food tw #guns tw #hugging tw #illness tw #injury tw #jail tw

[igottatho]

A new world is possible, my friends. Le Guin famously said: “The profit motive is often in conflict with the aims of art. We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable; so did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings.”

We WILL free Palestine

#free palestine #palestine #gaza #south Gaza #Rafah #israel is an apartheid state #israel crimes #israel is a terrorist state #stop israel #boycott israel #Israel #to be neutral in the face of violence is to help the oppressor #tw dead body #TW dead children #TW gore #TW blood #TW extreme violence

[cherrykamado]

Thinking of daddy genya with his little tyke held up above him while they giggle when he comes to pick them up from daycare. All the other mamas swooning over his rugged good looks with such a cute babe resting on his hip 🥺. They wanna pointedly ignore the glaring gold man around his ring finger but he always puts a final nail in their coffin when he says “wanna surprise mama with coffee?”

CRYING HE'S SO :((( gen daddy to my baby :(( PLEASE

lil ball of sunshine runs towards him and jumps for him to pick her up :( lissen they'd be so extroverted so as to hug her tight tight, but also so perceptive that everyone's looking, "this is my daddy, you can't have him! mine!" and pouting, causing all the mamas gathered around to laugh, such a charismatic lil thing, so sweet :(( genya can only chuckle nervously, "sorry," he'd say, taking his hand up to scratch the back of his head, the ring on his finger evident as he does.

"let's get mama some coffee," he lets her down, holding her littol hand in his as they both walk to the coffee store; she asks him to pick her up and orders for him, gets my order like a col' bwew :(((

SOBS lissen the way imma make a drabbol out of this later :(( but dad gen is one of the best dads :((

#🍒 — mail #🍒 — cherry's moots #vixie dixie<3 #gengen.💜 #children tw #just in case!!

[intersectionalpraxis]

My kid Kinan trying to stop me from going out because there’s bombing | Gaza [@/ MuhammadSmiry on X. 01/08/24.]

This baby is still learning to talk but he says "قصف"= "bombing" loud and clear. He lost his childhood before it even started. [@/ RudaynaIbrahim on X.]

The IOF continues to steal the childhoods of countless Palestinian children. I've seen so many videos of very blatant symptoms of PTSD -seeing emotional and psychological responses to triggers from sudden sounds and movements. You can see stress and anxiousness and fear in their eyes -even when we see videos of them smiling/being hugged and comforted by journalists, doctors, and neighbors/relatives in their communities -they have been robbed -so many of them for decades now and continuously of just being able to be children -to be free from violence and oppression.

I have also seen videos of their entire lives being changed instantaneously with a debilitating injury or amputation due to their communities/hospitals/homes being air-striked, to losing their entire families and being orphaned. I've seen videos of them lifeless in their parents arms -something no parent SHOULD EVER have to record and share to get the world to fucking pay attention.

These are 'experiences,' and circumstances NO child should EVER have to face in their life. I'd say where the hell has UNICEF been -because aren't you supposed to be protecting children's rights ALL around the world? Are Palestinian children not worthy of protection? Over 10,000 of them have been MURDERED by the IOF.

Children shouldn't have to be worried about hearing BOMBS -they should be talking about their school lives, their friends, how excited they are to go to the beach, to try new foods at a restaurant they want to go to, to travel -to do so many wonderful things but THIS is what they have to live with right now even with glimpses of light and hope...

I will say this time and again -the United Nations is disgraceful.

#feminist #feminism #social justice #free palestine #palestine #freepalastine🇵🇸 #free gaza #gaza strip #gaza under attack #gaza #gaza genocide #ceasefire now #end the occupation #children of gaza #unicef #children's rights #tw child death #tw amputation #gazaunderfire #united nations

[tantalumcobalt]

I blame this wave of existentialism to being sick+being home for the last 2 days.

I think I've always wanted a kid? I used to say oh yuck no I can't deal with having kids but in my wildest nicest dreams I've always had a child. But I'm so scared because I don't want them to be sad and grow up thinking that they have a shit future. Like I already know I have a shit future, and I already know that I might never be able to earn enough to buy a house, and I don't want any future generations to inherit those problems? I can't imagine the absolute excruciating amount of pain I'll go through, and the money I'll need, and the time I'll sink into them, and all that still not being enough to give this random person a good future. Idk...

#Children tw #I don't even know if I'll be a good mom #Sometimes I think if I didn't have such a strange career I might already have a kid #And might be happier #:/ oh well #my text