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sorcerous-caress · 5 months
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Heyyy!! Could I request the companions taking care of a new baby + a toddler while their partner recovers?
Taking care of the kids while you recover
[Fluff, marriage, raising kids, nb!reader]
[Astarion, Wyll, Gale]
I'm not feeling the best rn so I did just three, i hope you enjoy anon.
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Astarion
Seeing that this is your second baby together, he feels less out of his element now. He is more confident in his ability to care for this little bundle of joy with pointy ears cradled in his arms.
He almost doesn't recognise his own self these days. When did his sharp edges grow so soft? When did he become so tender, and when did his eyes become so round and happy?
When you proposed to him that day in the underdark, when you presented him with a modest ring that made him go speechless. He has seen many more glamorous ones, much more expensive ones, but somehow, this simple band with the most precious gem completely took his breath away.
That's how he ended here on this cozy couch with a silver haired toddler running around enthusiastically. Astarion calls them over to gently wipe some crumbs from their face, looking at their innocent adoring eyes.
They had your eyes, he couldn't help but squeeze their adorable cheeks and give them a kiss on the forehead like any dotting father would.
Him, a doting parent? That idea would've made him choke with laughter some years ago.
The ring glimers on his finger as he holds the newborn baby closer to his chest, humming a soothing melody in elvish for his second child. The first stared at him from the side with a pout.
His child was so obvious with their emotions that Astarion couldn't help but chuckle, "Jealously isn't a good look darling, come here." With that, he had another kid cuddling up to him and demanding a lullaby too.
Astarion obliged, relieved that his presence seemed enough for his children at the moment while you were recovering. Part of him was anxious about what if they only wanted you? What if they weren't as attached to him as he thought?
He was never happier to be proven wrong in his life.
Wyll
The sun shines brightly through the thin white curtains in the kitchen. Wyll is mixing together a baby formula on the counter, measuring the right amount on the spoon as he scoops away the extra powder from the top.
Adding the powder into the baby bottle, he gently shakes the warm bottle. The sound of light footsteps approach him in a failed attempt of stealth as a toy wooden sword is pressed against the back of his legs.
"Surrender!" A high voice calls from behind him, his very own kid with determination in their eyes as they press the dull edge of the sword more against Wyll's pants.
"Oh noble hero, may I know what crime am i being accused of before I surrender?" Wyll plays along, a smile painting his lips.
"The crime of!!" His child starts with confidence, "of...." trailing into uncertainty as their grip on the sword falters.
Wyll is patient as he lets them have the time to gather their thought. cleaning and wiping the counter down.
"Of not giving me food!"
"Didn't you just eat your breakfast after stealing my breakfast?" Wyll scooped up his child up in his arm, holding him with one hand while carrying the bottle with the other. His kid kicked their feet in the air as they dropped the wooden sword.
"But dad!! That was hours ago, I'm hungry."
"I clearly recall it being minutes ago."
Moving to the living room where his youngest laid peacefully sleeping in their small rocking bed, Wyll let go of his hold just as he sat on the couch.
Climbing into his lap, the most adorable brown puppy eyes looked up at him. "I want pancakes please" stretching on the end of the word, his kid whined.
With a defeated smile, Wyll agreed to it. Knowing you'd scold him for spoiling the kids too much if you were here right now, still he was weak against them. Somehow, his own kids were more persuasive than any devil this warlock has ever encountered before.
Gale
"There you go, all dry and clean" he said as he started to put on the baby bear onesie back on the giggling infant in front of him, their small hands gripping on Gale's beard with surprising strength as he zipped them up.
Yet the discomfort barely mattered to the wizard, he happily let them play with his face as he admired how adorable they looked in the fluffy animal custom. Smiling and giving their belly a soft kiss to make them laugh even louder.
The loud crash from outside the room barely phased him either as he kept coddling the infant, calling them endearing names and cradling them in his arms. "Papa's here, no need to fret."
"MR.DEKARIOS!" Tara's screech followed shortly after, "your presence is required immediately!"
Still too busy entranced by how adorable his child was, Gale took slow steps out of the room, contouring harmless light tricks to impress his youngest.
The sight that met him was one that would've probably given his younger self a heart attack no doubt, the countless torn pages of books thrown around the floor, the spilled ink and the crumbled magical scrolls.
But as the years went by, he found himself mellowing out much more. Very few things phased him by now, especially with how ironic life tended to be. The fates must be snickering right now. to give him a kid with wild magic in their veins, brimming with sorcery from such a young age.
You usually kept them in line, Gale was too guilty of being an enbaler as you've put it. It's not his fault he thought his kid was the coolest person in all the realms.
"Books are for losers!" Ah, there they stood, his own flesh and blood. Amidst the chaos of papers and magic, a potted plant.
A talking potted plant.
"Did your magic surge again?" Gale could only feel amusement as he leaned down to pick up his child, making sure to hold it far away from his other child so they don't nibble on the leaves of their sibling.
It seemed like both his cat and his child prefered to continue their argument. "Why, I have never heard such nonsense before! Mr.Dekarios, would you please get your spawn in line." Tara, his beloved elegant tressym, was flying around him in an attempt to smack the plant with her soft paws.
With a giggling wobbling infant on his right arm and a potted plant polymorphed kid on his left, Gale effortlessly casted the necessary incantations to reverse the polymorph while avoiding Tara's claws.
A poof of sparkling light filled the room as a full toddler replaced the potted plant, Tara blinded by the light, crashed into them and they all stumbled down onto stacks of torn papers.
The three of them buried under the pile, only the fluffy bear onsie wearing emerged unharmed on top.
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indo-kindo1 · 1 month
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Parenting is hard.
Virgil is the oldest of all the sides nobody knows this not even patton who is considered the oldest of the whole group
Everyone has emotions that develop over time a baby usually starts off with fear or happiness they can come out crying or laughing
Thomas was always told he was a happy baby by his parents so he never questioned who the oldest was “well it has to be Patton he has a lot of my happier emotions then Logan because after the split it would make Roman and Remus younger then Janus would be a bit older then the twins right?”
Virgil always thought it was fine because he was younger bodily than everyone else he was created from the very beginning of Thomases journey in the Void of his mind aimlessly walking around sides can’t be baby’s so he was around the age of 7 it was just him and Thomas for about three minutes then…
“Wow he is so cute!” A blond boy with freckles and dirty blond hair showed off his soft baby blue eyes full of hope. “Hi my name is Emotion but you can call me Happy!” He stuck his hand out to the fear filled boy.
Fear looked at the hand and shook it the world became a lot more busy after that Brain and Creativity joined in just a few months after Thomas learned his first word.
A house appeared once Thomas became the age of 4 looking exactly like his childhood home Fear and the others grew a lot slower than regular since they need to be a bit more mature than that of the host and since Fear is the oldest he was in charge of very emotional kids.
Fear worked the house, taught Happy cooking and cleaning skills, helped Smarts with homework and even got him a book of astrology noticing how he would go back on Thomas’s memories of the night sky. Lier looked up to Fear as a father figure and loved playing with Creativity Fear had to warn them when there games would get to morbid though!
Above all Things were going good in the house.
“FEAR! Help!”
Fear leaped out of his normal looking room into the living room and seeing Lier on the ground near Creativity who is pale and passed out.
“What happened?” He rushed to his kid and kneeled.
“I Know what happened, we were just p-playing a game! And he gave Thomas an idea but he got yelled at by his mom? And then this happened!” Lier is a bit better than his future counterpart because he can control a bit when he talks.
Thomas is at the age of good and evil; the result ends up with Fear witnessing his kiddo splitting into two different people.
“Fear what just happened?” Happy came in at the wrong time.
Fear looked up and said in a soft shaking voice “nothing go back to sleep ok kiddo?” Happy did as told, tearing up for the first time ever and Fear looked back at Lier who was trembling his yellow scales shimmering from the tv screen.
“Man that fucking hurt!” Dark Creativity woke up then Light Creativity woke up to “don’t say that!”
Fear now had a lot on his hands working with five children. Happy was well… different. He took on cooking more than usual as Fear worked on helping Dark Creativity with his mental health Smarts and Happy got glasses after coming to Fear one day when Thomas was 10 saying there eyes hurt and Light Creativity has always wanted to be a prince.
Lier grew to be more of a problem he started to lie a lot in sentences and make it a issue for people to trust him Fear and Dark Creativity quickly picked up on the issue and learned the way he spoke quickly so misunderstandings can be quelled before they started.
More and more rooms opened around the mindscape and the twins claimed it was the appropriate name of the place they live!
Thomas walked down the corridors of school and there he was his first crush. That's when his mind changed and everyone upgraded.
Lier became Deceit Happy became Morality Dark to Intrusive Light to Creativity Smarts to Logic and finally Fear to Anxiety all in one month.
Things changed Deceit couldn’t change the way he talked making Creativity to lash out one day and cut Deceits scaled cheek making Intrusive mad and lash out Logic said they should be separated and Morality didn’t want that they just needed to talk it out!
This caused a issue as Anxiety tried to help them where he could but Intrusive made a side comment one day during movie night that impacted Logic “didn’t you know Logic works best not showing emotions they get in the way! Like a cock block!” Making the Logical side to become stoic and unfeeling. Making Morality more emotional. Affecting everyone else.
In the end it was Thomas that changed the mindscape forcing the place to split apart at the age of 14 so much fighting occurred it caused Anxiety to go into his first panic attack and he would never forgive himself for separating his family at the cost of Thomas.
At that moment the ground shook and everyone stopped talking seeing the oldest break shadows around the whole mindscape with his power “STOP FIGHTING!” In a flash there was a dark version of the house they live in and Deceit and Intrusive was put in there by Thomas’s mind.
Anxiety was wiped from everyone’s mind the medicine that his doctor was giving him worked and he was able to get rid of the bad panic attacks causing Anxiety to wake up in the dark side mind palace seeing this broke his heart because his only family sees him as a weak useless side.
He found it interesting that the sides all remembers things that he taught them Janus was good and calming people down and thinking things threw he was always level headed while he wondered where he went wrong with Remus he spoke his mind and most of the time made Virgil uncomfortable he loved Remus’s Dream scape a world under the stairs it made Virgil sad and happy knowing they still have a piece of each other with them.
The house in the dark side was very bad broken unsound and unclean barely any food and he was stuck with the two he never taught to cook and if he started to act like he did they might get suspicious so he stuck with whatever could pass as mildly cooked or over and avoid the kitchen when Remus tried to cook.
The only thing that made him more sad was when there was movie nights it started back up in the dark side when he woke up they sat together on the broken couch and watched some show that Thomas seen.
“Do you guys ever miss the light sides?” Virgil asked softly. Remus sitting upside down on the armrest eating a deodorant with hair in it looked up “why would we miss them? There was as wet as a dog going down an alleyway just for some gang to come up and take his legs off and leave it there for mice and rats-“ deceit interrupted “Absolutely not why would I ever?”
When Virgil met Thomas for the first time he was surprised and confused he reacted quickly making himself as intimidating as possible bringing in his dad anger also as he snapped at Thomas while also hating himself but knowing it was for the best
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autogaiagraphy · 1 month
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So long to a version of me that was overly invested in making sure everybody ate, even when they left the kitchen dirty.
For the full video 👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽
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daringdaphne · 5 months
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YES TO THIS!
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musewrangler · 3 months
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Leia was still curled beside him, reading one of her favorite stories from a data pad. Firmus was awake, but still flushed and far too bright eyed. Sola didn’t like how pale the rest of his skin was, and he seemed as though he was part of the mattress, his body limp and drained.
“Mom,” Leia said, and even at seven, she knew how to share a silent, concerned look.
“Leia…is doing a marvelous job…reading,” Firmus managed, doing his best to muster a smile for his daughter.
“Naturally,” Sola agreed, smiling at their girl. “Leia, could you give Dad and I a moment?”
Leia pouted as she slid from the mattress.
“You know I can feel when you’re scared,” she said, a frown wrinkling her pixie face.
Sola sighed internally. “Yes, honey, I am aware that I have Force sensitive children. Doesn’t mean you get to be in all the adult conversations.”
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mushroomwillow · 4 months
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My 4yo: “Bingo is a talking dog, Bingo knows things.”
Me “…. What kind of things does Bingo know?”
“Good goes in your belly and goes down, then it goes up and goes to your head!”
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"I'm so glad my husband agreed to babysit the kids today I-"
NO
ITS NOT BABYSITTING ITS PARENTING
THE RAISING OF CHILDREN SHOULD BE A JOINT EFFORT, WITH MOTHERS INTERESTED IN FATHERHOOD AND FATHERS INTERESTED IN MOTHERHOOD
THERE SHOULD BE AN EQUAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR RAISING CHILDREN BETWEEN BOTH PARENTS
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not-your-pussikat · 4 months
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Had a nightmare last night which brought back some actual memories from my childhood and youth.
Things used to disappear one by one from my room as well as my little brother's room. Books, audio drama cassettes, toys, board games, plushies, comic book collections, you name it.
Each time we caught on to this and had searched everywhere for the current missing item, my brother and I would go to our mother and ask if she had seen whatever item we were missing at the time.
And the answer was always the same: "Oh, I took that with me to kindergarten, I thought you didn't read it/listen to it/play with it/cuddle with it anymore." She was a kindergarten teacher, you see.
And any time we protested that we did still use it, and that we missed the thing, we would inevitably be told: "Don't make such a fuss," or "Don't be so dramatic," and the items were never returned. Not one.
She never recognized that she should ask before taking anything away from us. She never respected our boundaries (this goes for many other situations as well, like coming into my room at any given time without knocking whenever I had a boy over with such flimsy excuses as: "I'm getting some ice cream, does anyone want some?", when really she was just checking to see if we were doing anything naughty).
Sometimes I really hate(d) my mother.
Please don't do this to your kids. Ever. Respect their property, even if you paid for it. Respect their boundaries. Respect their privacy. If you don't, they might end up hating you sometimes.
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Parenting done right
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inksplashgirl · 9 months
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My baby
He’s not actually mine
I just babysit him
But I love this child
And I know for a fact
That I would die for him if I needed to
And because I don’t need to
I live for him
To give him cuddles
And play silly games
And watch the same two movies
Over and over and over again
And when he gets older
I’ll read him books
And keep making his food
And spoiling him just a bit
(Not too much)
And watching the amazing person
He’ll grow up to be
Because of his mom
And a little bit
Because of me.
And that is the most amazing thing
To know.
I love you, Kingito.
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karihighman · 9 days
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1&2: Wopez & 3: Jayla, The Rookie
4: Burzek & 5: Manstead, Chicago PD & Med
6&7: Javery, Nashville
8: Kenna(?), Degrassi: The Next Generation
May update w/more, but here’s some couples I’ve watched on my favorite shows over the years who end up having/raising kids together
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icybevybev · 3 months
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1.28.24
Arts &crafts day🎨
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onceuponaweirdo · 7 months
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Realising that I, a person who doesn't like kids and does not want to have kids under any circumstances, care more about how the kids are behaving growing up, how they are treating each other and acting around others (that I worry more about having conversations with them instead of treating them like a threat and yelling at them) makes me feel bad. Makes me feel bad because I'm tired of them, I'm tired of being their safe person (because they rather interact with me than other adults around them) because I'm so exhausted all the time and I see how the other just send them away with barely any formative interaction and that angers me so I try to step up and be there for them and it makes more exhausted and overwhelmed.
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reverie2020 · 10 months
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Let's clear one thing up: There is no such thing as a one-size-fits-all approach to parenting and raising children. There will always be those self-righteous, sancti-parents who'll "tsk tsk" at other kids' behavior while claiming their method worked on their children and should be employed for every child but they all fail to see that genetics is a big factor in play. Sometimes parents with a certain temperament and personality will pass those same dominant traits to their children making it easier to employ what has already become natural to them. But not all children have the same personality and not all methods will work and thus should be tailored to each individual based on their unique motivations and natural behaviors. In other words, what works for one child won't necessarily work for another. And if there is doubt in that I refer you to the widely known cartoon depicting different animals being asked to climb a tree as allegory of our flawed education system.
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mushroomwillow · 4 months
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So my 4yo has been terrified of coming to get me at night if she needs me. Were upstairs and she’s downstairs (I hate it but we can’t afford to move/a different place).
This morning I wake up to the tiniest knock on the door, wake up sort of to her coming in and whispering “mama you awake?”
“Yeah I’m coming, (Redacted) is asleep though.”
“Ok!”
She then proceeds to tip toe (while whispering “tip toe tip toe”) all the way down the stairs and through the living room and I have to let her know that (redacted) can’t hear her and she’s ok to talk normal.
She then shouts “ok! Mama I want ice cream!”
Eh fuck it why not. Here’s some ice cream kid
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