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kwillow · 1 year

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Ambroys basking in his cache of gifts and sweet words from secret admirers. Gotta be careful, though. If his ego is inflated any more, he'll pop.

(I wanted to doodle something to accompany a post answering some messages regarding this candy-colored cad but got a bit carried away. :P Well regardless, asks under the cut!)

Why thank you! He would drunkenly insult people, though he tends to be more passive-aggressive and backhanded rather than outright insulting - well, most of the time, anyway. He thinks he's a lot more subtle in his derogatory comments than he actually is.

Aaaw, this is too sweet!

Older Ambroys is much more reserved about seeking and accepting physical affection than his younger self, for myriad reasons (that one day I will expound upon in more detail, fate willing). He still enjoys it, though.

He's still proud of the stars on his cheeks and the gold in his hair and all that, but the signs of age are something he is not at peace with. For some, like the wrinkles, they're a sign that his time on this earth is finite - and death terrifies him. For others, like his paunch, it's more just embarrassing to him in a more mundane and vain "I was voted Prom King in high school and I was on the Varsity track team now look at me I'm an old man boo hoo hoo" type of way (though he's actually more physically adept in his older age than he was when he was younger for Magical Heritage Bullshit reasons, the sentiment remains).

As for your question, it's totally fine with me for Ambroys to be portrayed as non-heterosexual in fanfic or fanart or one's secret imaginings. Even though all of his "canon" love interests are women, I wouldn't rule out of the possibility of him developing affections for someone who isn't a woman. Chase your bliss!

Haha well both furry and aasimar Ambroys would bask in the attention, though poor aasimar Ambroys' jealousy is not going to be helped!

No shame on being a furry though. I didn't consider myself one either but I feel like it's harder to make the argument that I'm not given the sheer number of ponies I've drawn by now...

He would accept this, so long as you don't mess up his hair.

He would say: "good!" I would say "don't waste your life on him!"

Oh he would be pleased to be so distracting, I'm sure.

And sometimes we can't help but to have a type... I know I seem to have a thing for rich effete douchebags with buck teeth and big pointy noses... not quite sure what's up with that.

Yessss... yesssssssss... or perhaps I should say "I'm sorry."

I didn't mean to make him this way... I guess I underestimated the power of a brushable mane.

Ambroys DOES like being worshipped (way too much and way too literally, as you might be able to tell) but he wants to have his imperfections hidden if he can!

He's just horribly, horribly vain and unwilling to let go of his youth... even though he got to enjoy being youthful for three times as long as a mortal would.

YES that song is on his playlist (which I have for all my main characters because I'm a dork). It's just too perfect. One of the many ideas on my miles-long to do list has to do with depicting a scene from that song. The trouble is that it has to do with dancing, and boy am I not very good at drawing dancing poses. xD Oh well, gotta try for the boy!

Heh well I think we could agree that a normal horse probably couldn't pull off the breeches he wears quite so well... I'm flattered that you think of him when you see horsies in the flesh! Huzzah, I've ruined one of the Earth's beautiful creatures for you! >:)

Oh wow, my guy is stepping out of my brain and into other people's subconsciouses... I need to put a leash on him. :P But this was a fun read!

It's very in character Ambroys to try to undercut a rival's self-esteem by framing it as something OTHER people say, but oh no, he'd NEVER say something like that, of course. Mean girl behavior. He does have friends that don't actually like him - and he doesn't like them either. But one needs to have friends for appearance's sake - just one more accessory, really!

OKAY, I think that's everything! Or at least enough for this post, ahah.

Thanks to everyone for your kind words on my not-so-kind character.

Unlike him, I'm really humbled and grateful by the positive reception he's received. I deeply appreciate your kind messages... even when it takes me eons to reply to them, gah.

#my draws #ambroys #amaranthine #asks #technically?#furry #unicorn #some of these are months old i'm so sorry Dx #my excuse this time is that I have what I fear is an RSI developing in my wrist/arm #so I'm trying to limit drawing/typing #alas... just can't catch a break between work and the limits of my weak human form

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crusherthedoctor · 9 months

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❤️ 🎁 (:>) 🐇🎨 ^^

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

The trouble with this one is that I can't exactly give it away without also giving too many spoilers in the process. :<

So I'll just say this: it's an Eggman moment, and one that involves him revealing just how much control over his new plan he had all along...

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

You just wanted another one, didn't you. :P

Well, since you asked nicely, here's another early scene with Blue Hedgie and Green Horsie. As with last time, this too is a slightly older draft, so there might be some differences in the final DX: Director's cut. Tails is absent in this part of said scene BTW, in case you think he's wordlessly T-posing during it or something lol.

"You've never explored the rest of your own home?" Sonic asked, with a hint of bewilderment. "At all? In your whole life?"

"No, I haven't," Trudy replied bluntly, as she rubbed the back of her neck. There was really no way for her to sugarcoat it. "I've certainly read all about Viridonia's history, but I've never physically went anywhere beyond what I already know. I'd love to explore, but…"

She paused to look up at the towering trees, as well as the brilliant light that found its way through them. Her eyes focused intently, as if they were burdened with a certain hunger, before she firmly lowered her head back down, and shook it with an aura of resignment.

"…No, it's not destined for me. I wouldn't think I'm cut out for it."

The hedgehog lightly frowned in contemplation, and turned his head to take a second note of the autumnal surroundings. Even a brief glance was enough for the rich selection of reds and oranges to please his keen senses, and the soft breeze, and the mild echo of their footsteps on the cobblestone pathway, were all that was needed to fill in the silence. And yet, only a few more seconds passed before he spoke up once more.

"So… why the doubt, then? Even Knuckles the Hermit looks around his island from time to time." He chuckled at the memory of his old and trusted fire-forged friend. "And you seem to know how to get around, so what's stopping you?"

"Well, it's… it's um…" Suddenly, she turned her head to her left, as if she was embarrassed by something she dare not reveal, to Sonic's innocuous confusion. She softly bit her lip, as if to prevent herself from saying too much, and her left hand fiddled around with her ponytail. But she didn't want to rudely dismiss his query altogether…

"It's… well… the truth is…" Her sight slowly turned back around to face Sonic. On her face was a smile, but it appeared to be an artificial one, which Sonic took note of immediately, furthering his confusion. He raised an eyebrow as she attempted to find the right words for her big reveal.

"It's... my stamina," she finally confirmed, with a shrug that went along nicely with her not fully sincere grin. "It's bad. My stamina is bad."

Sonic blinked once, with a hand on his hip. "Really now?"

Trudy nodded, and a little too frantically at that. "Oh yes, it's bad. Quite bad. In fact, it absolutely stinks. Some days I can go on decently, while other days it doesn't take a lot for me to go…"

She abruptly put her gloved hand to her mouth, and dramatically mimed the act of yawning, her eyes going to-and-fro to suggest that she wasn't fully buying into this herself. She then followed that up by swinging one leg in a nonetheless careful manner, and then the other one after that… At least, that's what she intended to do, but had to stop herself at first, and did a little hop away from Sonic's space before doing so for real, so as to avoid accidentally tripping him up.

During all this, Sonic still had his hand on his hip. His eyebrow stayed raised. And although part of him wanted to laugh at this amusing performance from his new friend, the context involved made him uncertain of whether he should or not. So he decided to keep a stone face. As Trudy rounded it out with her slowly stretching her arms to her side, with that nervous grin still visible even now, she clasped her hands, and as soon as she was done, her intense look immediately appeared to imply that she deeply regretted everything she just did.

"Yes, this um… this body of mine is not the most equipped for high-octane adventuring, you see." Her left foot fidgeted just a little bit. "To my regret."

Sonic didn't know what to make of this. If that was her reason, then that would be fair enough, but… something wasn't right, he thought to himself. There was more to this, wasn't there? Granted, his friend never claimed to be an actor, but it really did seem to him that there was something she was less willing to share.

At the same time… it's her choice, isn't it? If she wasn't comfortable going further into it, then he won't chastise her for it. He didn't know if he could expect himself to not think about it for who knows how long, now that this was a burning mystery for him, but to Sonic, that was an acceptable outcome if it meant respecting her privacy.

"Y'know," he muttered. His hand hadn't moved, but a familiar smirk started to manifest. His head gently turned to the right. "You've been a pretty good adventurer so far."

Trudy blinked, and she looked down at her tall boots. Her hands remained clasped, although their grasp was less firm than it was before.

"If you… say so," she responded quietly. She didn't believe it herself, but Sonic sure did, and she wasn't going to argue with someone as experienced as he.

🐇 Do you write for yourself, for others, or both?

Both. :3

It makes sense that I'd write in part for myself and my own interest in the story I want to tell, cause otherwise... why would I bother taking it up lol. But I want to give my friends, and anyone else who may be interested, something to enjoy as well. Especially my mutuals who have supported me during my bouts of second-guessing and other down periods.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

As I said during the previous fanfic ask meme, I'd accept anything. Any scene, any battle, any location. Whatever moment they wanted to portray, I'd be thankful for it.

If I had to pick a scene though, cliche choice though it may be, the Sonic and Trudy heart-to-heart about the latter's condition would be a nice one. As long as the artist wasn't Yardley or ABT lol, since a lot of this scene relies on subtle expressions and movements between both characters, and Trudy's not having an outright messy breakdown over it either. (She's certainly melancholy and a little anxious, in a way that makes it apparent she's never expressed her inner thoughts about it with anyone this deeply until now, but her demeanour is still fairly restrained and composed.) The location they're in during said scene would also be pretty to see visualized. :o

I guess the final battle would also be a most interesting choice, due to… well, everything that's went into it. That's all I'll say about that. :^)

#Crusher's Asks #Sonic the Hedgehog #Lutrudis Hadeer #Dr. Eggman #Fanfiction

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soggysmile · 1 year

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Humiliation can be an important part of consentual play during a submissive abdl's and/or pup's training, not to mention, it’s just plain fun to embarrass a sub sometimes — and subs often love to amuse Doms as much as they love to serve them.

Fortunately, most subs have very little shame. It can sometimes be difficult to imagine new ways to humiliate them, so with that in mind, I've edited the following list of 57 ways for Doms to humiliate their subs to accommodate for abdl's and some pup play. Go forth, Doms, and have fun playing with your subs!

1. Make your sub(s) wear a butt plug and send them to the gym to workout — ensuring that they change and shower in the locker room with the butt plug still in.

2. Cum on their face/in their mask or in their hair, then send them out to run errands for You; make it clear that they’ll be severely punished if they return and you discover that they've wiped the cum off.

3. Call or text them at will and order them to piss in their diaper and send you a picture of it. If you do it when you know they're out in public — at a bar, perhaps, or on the train during their evening commute home from work — even better.

4. Serve them baby food with a bottle; make them wear a bib.

5. Make them serve as a baby cuck — padded on a mat, in a playpen, or on a horsie etc— during your next party or orgy.

6. Make them address you as “Daddy/Mommy etc” in public. They should already be doing it in private, but addressing you that way in public will take your power dynamic to a whole new level.

7. Outfit Them with an open mouth gag/urinal gag and station them in your restroom shower for guests to use during your next get-together.

8. Spontaneously order them to jerk off to completion in front of you or others in a random or inopportune time and/or place. Then, make them eat their load.

9. Forbid them from using the restroom for the day and make them wear a diaper, instead — give them laxatives — and make them drink plenty of water.

10. Make them use their diaper — piss and/or shit, your choice — in front of you or others.

11. Perform an unannounced diaper check in an unexpected time or place — out at a bar, for instance, or in the car when you’re out running errands.

12. Cum into their food; make them eat it while you watch.

13. Forbid them to talk in front of you; babies and pups don't know how to form sentences, only simple words.

14. Lock them in a cage naked or in soaked droopy pullups during your next party and let your guests ogle them.

15. Dress them in kinky clothes and send them out in public to run errands for you.

16. Make them give theirself a cum facial while you watch or assist.

17. Make them wear a leash and collar in your presence. Or, even better, out in public.

18. Make them use the urinal in a public mensroom with their pants around their thighs; or, if they have to shit, make them change in the stall then do so in a diaper.

19. Forbid them from making eye contact with you while their soaking their diaper. You'll know every time they stair at the ground what's happening.

20. Lock their plastic pants and go in public for a few hours. Make sure they drink more then their diaper can handle.

21. Make them kneel in your restroom shower with the word “toilet” written on their forehead during your next kinky party.

22. Lock them in a chastity device and a thick diaper with J-Lube and make them hump a Teddy.

23. Lock them in a chastity device, then make them change at the gym, the swimming pool, the beach, etc., with the chastity on.

24. Shave their head.

25. Shave or trim all their body hair.

26. Talk to them like they're a little baby.

27. Use their diaper as a urinal and make them leak in public when they do something bad.

28. Spank them in padding.

29. Write on their body with suntan lotion, then take them sunbathe and let the sun “brand” them.

30. Make them wear a T-shirt out in public that says “slave,” or “sub,” or “cumdump" etc.

31. Put them in a timeout, with a soggy diaper on their head for a period of time.

32. Cum in their mouth — bonus if it’s a lot — and make them keep it there until you tell them they can swallow.

33. Take them to a bathhouse.

34. Next time theyre eating your ass, rip a fart in their face.

35. Next time you take a dump, do it in a diaper and make them wear it while they run errands.

36. Make them suck your dick in a public place — in the car for example.

37. Only allow them to use the bathroom in their diaper, like a baby.

38. Make them eat things — cum — out of your hand.

39. Gag them with your cock or dildo.

40. Make them sleep in a crib next to your bed. Alternatively, make them sleep in restraints and padding; hydrate well before bed.

41. Slap them. Bonus points if it's not with your hands.

42. Make them lick your palm — or other option, boots, neck, etc — on command, in public.

43. Pee next to them at the urinal or in a stall when you’re out and about; turn and face them so that you piss on them instead. Make them walk around with your piss all over them.

44. Make them wipe your ass for you. Start cleaning with their next diaper, then toilet paper or wet wipes, and finish with their tongue.

45. Make them verbally recite a list of five, 10, 20 — whatever — things they love and admire about you.

46. Cut or a rip a hole in the seat of their pants and send them out wearing the pants with only a diaper — or — tail plug on underneath.

47. Give them an enema and then take them on a walk or hike with it still in. Make sure they're wearing light-colored pants or shorts.

48. Make them wear their pants around their ankles in the car, at a rest stop, or another location of Your choosing. Bonus points if they are padded and/or in chastity.

49. Whenever you need to use the toilet — at home or in public — escort them in with you and make them lick it clean for you so you have a pristine place to relieve yourself.

50. Clip a clothes pin to their tongue and make them say “i am yours, you own me” 10 times until they're drooling all over themselves.

51. Finish a scene by hosing them off naked in the yard like a dirty animal.

52. Make them approach a friend at a kinky party and “confess” something dirty and embarrassing. Like, “Hello, I’m a submissive, and I like to sniff Dom’s asses.” Or, “Hello, I’m a sub, and my hole is filled with cum right now.” Or, “Hello, I’m a cumdump, and I love to drink cum.”

53. Make them make animal noises for you on command: “Puppy goes..” Or, “Cow goes..?” Or, “Show me what sound a pig makes!”

54. Give them a laxative and make them saturate their diaper if they mess themselves. Pre-mix a solution for them to pour in their padding — Your piss, cum perhaps, mixed with some spit — and fill their diaper with it if (when) they mess. Make them display their packed pamper so any guests are sure to see it.

55. Take him into a photobooth and make them pose for pictures with your cock or a paci or toy in their mouth.

56. Make them approach a friend at a bar, in a bathroom or at a sex club and beg for their cock, piss or cum.

57. Make them clean your home while wearing mitts and for every extra minute they take over an hour to complete they tasks you give them, add an hour to their time in diapers and/or chastity.

List inspired by "raunchysub". Rewritten by DiaperFilled.

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voddiesk · 7 months

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Hehe muses on this meme (harder to place than expected)

[hard / not fun to rp]

All [outside of comfort zone] & with a Mean Streak that I'm neither witty enough, brave enough nor feel good to play...

Laverne: nerd, & the traits i chose off someone hurts to play🗿 His magica!AU self is easier in that he's still shonen dumbass there.

fox sisters 'Eiko' & Kyouka: coy & manipulative, which I Cannot

Rosie: I'm no pirate buff LOL. Accents & concision... tough.

[easy / not fun to rp]

Personalities I enjoy drawing in Slapstick Comics, but not to play. Growth is Slow (if any) & dependent on others.

Rainn: too woobie for me LOL

Ming: for literal slapstick jokes, shallow. Not my style anymore

Inis: a little boring to me with the history / personality I made! NPCish being more reactive than proactive... but working to give them Motivations and Curiosities to muse over.

[fun / easy to rp]

1 int oonga, self-explanatory. My brain just smashes red button lately

Roth: basically mingyue v2, but removing (gender) & (human) facets completely makes me happier lol.

Sir Horsie: 🤯

Eoghan: Easy to play & joke in vapid nonsense. Superficially one note, but has backstory to inform his Weirdness though I'd rather not show it / he's fairly well-adjusted. 🤔Just having the element to reference is nice, and being cheery amid angstier folk is fun.

bom!Haruka: Angst & Amnesia combo. Didn't want a 1:1 to rl grief, so had IC reasons to dull emotions and their loss. On the surface they're comically gap moe (easy to play) and most ocs wouldn't know them past that. But they had unconscious layers that informed their heart, perhaps in... unfortunate ways. (Fun)!

aa!Haruka: WIP, may need to change much of what I enjoyed in bom!version (alas).

[hard / fun to rp]

50% [chatty extroverts], 50% [moody introverts]...

· introverts' my preferred, but engaging others & trying not to leave All the legwork to them can be as tough as attempting to drive the rp-convo via an extroverted oc... (for i am Not) 🗿 · All have personality Contrasts that others may read only the superficial (as intended). But I too forget nuances as a result. LOL

Arietta & weedy: Both still 1-note atm as npc/neglected theatric extroverts. 'Voice' is likely too similar rn...

Stitches: I've trouble Being Mean so I backpedal like a COWARD. His inherent tsun & edginess makes me cringe even though that's the point. Easier to comic than rp.

Lilie (& Lewy): Passive Aggressive (cannot do that anymore). Reserved, pessimistic, but who also try to step out of their shells. Headspace takes a bit of warming...

· twins Leith & Liam: 1-int jokes that'll Press the Red Button & have Bad Opinions, but also gooey feelsy inside. I enjoy that they can act independent of others with their different strengths, while still falling under my mun need to hold hands w/ someone.🤡

· struggles with their Words (or lack thereof). Liam is too chatty, Leith takes much effort to convey. But still a fun struggle at the end of it all, as their relations with other peoples' ocs made them so.

I tend to make ocs that ignore or skim feelings, so twinnies being overly guided by emotions has been a fun (if embarrassing) change.

#vodrp

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quicksiluers · 2 years

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Grant was an uncommonly devoted parent and expressed his affection for his children in his letters and in his actions. In an era when most fathers physically manhandled their children, he was lenient to a fault. He particularly spoiled his two youngest children, Nellie and Jesse, and they were his special favorites. Horace Porter, one of Grant's staff officers, recalled, "the children often romped with him and he joined in their frolics as if they were all playmates together. The younger ones would hang around his neck while he was writing, make a terrible mess of the papers, and turn everything in his tent into a toy."

The General's wife, Julia, had no illusions about who was the true disciplinarian in the family. She recalled, "The General had no idea of the government of the children. He would have allowed them to do pretty much as they pleased (hunt, fish, swim, etc.) provided it did not interfere with any duty, but his word was law always. Whenever they were inclined to disobey or question my authority, I would ask the General to speak to them. He would, smiling at me, and say to them, 'Come, come Fred, or Nell, you must not quarrel with Mama. She knows what is best for you and you must always obey her.'"

Not surprisingly, the Grant children had various personalities and Grant related to them differently. Fred spent his life in the role of Grant's eldest son, and was diplomatic and concerned with how others judged him. Academically, he struggled at West Point, amassing an embarrassing collection of demerits and it took him five years to graduate.

Buck, the Grant's second son, was dreamy and quiet, and preferred to remain in the background. During the Civil War, he frequently stayed behind with his grandparents when his siblings visited camp, and was reticent and shy for the remainder of his life. Of all the children, he spent the least actual time with Grant, though they remained close. When he grew older, he strongly resembled his namesake father, particularly when he grew a beard. Buck was the only one of Grant's children to succeed in business and spent his later years maintaining and operating the opulent U.S. Grant Hotel in San Diego, California. The hotel still flourishes today.

Nellie, Grant's only daughter was his favorite and he lavished her with attention and tenderness. She was a fun-loving adolescent and loved parties, dances and the attention of young men. Grant never found fault with her and he spoiled her so conspicuously that it became an item of gossip in Washington. He bitterly opposed her 1874 marriage to Algernon Sartoris, an Englishman of limited maturity and a conspicuous, grating vanity. Nellie was only 18 and Grant didn't like her living abroad and away from the family. After her marriage ceremony in the White House, servants searched in vain for the General. They finally found him in Nellie's bedroom, sobbing without restraint into her pillow. His surviving letters to her are droll and affectionate. He never failed to inquire about the son-in-law he had opposed, though it seems convention, and not genuine solicitude, was behind the questions. He urged her frequently to return to the United States and raise her children as American citizens.

Jesse, the Grant's youngest child, was the family comedian and was an original child. Grant adored his personality, which was very different from his own, and he enjoyed bantering and teasing him. They wrestled together on the floor and Jesse was partial to playing "horsie" while riding on Grant's back. Jesse spent much of his childhood in camp with his father, though he later admitted he was too young to recall much detail. It is said by intimates of the family that Jesse was Julia's favorite child. (x)

#ulysses s grant #julia grant #fred grant #ulysses 'buck' grant jr #nellie grant #jesse grant #history #you would think it would be easier to find some photos of the kids around the same age!#there are barely anyyy photos of jesse #there are one or two photos of buck with a beard and he very much looks like his dad lol #the website linked is great btw it has some articles and things that the kids wrote about their parents #mostly about grant but still

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fff777 · 1 month

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reaction part 1 to dream's smoothie jacket and mv behind the scenes

apparently we are bombarded with feet in the first like ten minutes of this video so we shall see how true that is lol

i looove the uniform group shots of this comeback

who is chenle's fated one? :3

first foot mention from chenle

i'm reminded that in the mv, it was haechan who was throwing the darts at the wall. so projectiles being shot at the wall are kind of in line with his concept. also he's got a bit of that long hair curling around his neck.

mark's concept is even heavier on the nails

second foot mention from jaemin lmao

YES love that jaemin mentioned that the icantfeelanything shoot has horror vibes because it DOES! coven boarding school vibes. like there's a mysterious secret room in the boarding school that no one is allowed to go into. it's the dark version of chewing gum for sure. and like, chewing gum wasn't all just bubblegum, like the kids were fighting back against the strict teacher, just that the mv and song were otherwise very upbeat and good vibes.

omg crying jisung?

butterfly <3

markren :3

THIS is what's in the secret room, the symbol of freedom

i liked this shoot a lot. i liked the one where they were seated in a row, but breaking it up and having jisung sit up close and the other way...idk it feels like...they're starting something, they're planning something. they're starting to talk among themselves rather than just listening and obeying every day.

cuddly <3

group feet pic lol

i have thought about whether i should buy the icantfeelanything version of the mini album considering how in love i am with the concept

this is their graduation photo. class of '24. you would see this photo in black in white in the hall of the boarding school.

chenle's cheekbones starting to get sharper and sharper. i know it's a combo of him losing weight and the makeup.

box as the background music <3

hell yeah FIRE

renjun explained that in icantfeelanything, the wings were butterfly wings, soft and fragile. but with the smoothie shoot, the wings are now strong and metal. love that.

even when they're trying to be cool, they're so clingy and affectionate lol

jeju tangerines and jeju cutlassfish ^^;;

they were playing with jeno's braids :3 i think the braids is an interesting look

jeno said that jisung probably felt embarrassed going outside and jisung said that he bought hats to wear ^^;;

jeno noted that jisung's hair was exactly like renjun's from my first and last lol

yeah i thought he was going to go for make a wish as well, but i guess you can't go for the same hairstyle twice, it should be a little different ^^;;

LONG boi

for real first time i saw the jisung smoothie teasers i did a double take bc i thought it was someone else and then i was like ?????????? park jisung????

yeah

love the misty atmosphere

horsie

the horse must be so chill and calm for it to stand so completely still for so long, WHILE music is being played. i'm guessing it's an actor horse.

#screencaps & commentaries #nct #nct dream

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dalleyan · 1 year

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Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Horse Lords posted, 12-31-22)

Lothiriel and Dariel discover a new talent in their husbands. (Fluff)

Horse Lords - (Dec, 25 IV)

Dariel followed her mother-in-law into her bedchamber, the two still chatting about their visit to the marketplace. As they set their parcels on the bed and began sorting out what belonged to each of them, they were startled at what sounded like a whinny coming from the nursery. Or more specifically, the sound of a human attempting to whinny like a horse. There was much childish giggling accompanying this, in addition to a lot of scuffling sounds, and the two looked at each other in puzzlement.

From long experience, Lothiriel knew she would want to investigate what was taking place in the nursery, so she signaled for Dariel to follow her to the door of the adjoining room. Softly she cracked it open and peeked inside, then had to hold back a snort of laughter. Regaining control of herself, she waved the younger woman forward to get a look, and Dariel was also forced to clap her hand over her mouth to smother her amused response.

Adjusting their position so they could both watch, they gazed in at the sight of their husbands, down on all fours, and playing ‘horse’ to their respective toddlers. But these were not just fathers playing with their children, these were horse lords – king and future king of the land of the horse masters.

Their version of horse included rearing up – gently, of course, so the child did not slip off – pawing the ground, and thundering about the room in true war horse fashion. Although the boys, Theodred and Arawine, were still too young to appreciate such things, the two manly horses were even charging at one another as if their riders were in battle on horseback. Each had placed a length of rope through their mouths to act as a bit, and they chomped furiously at it and tugged in eagerness for action. In short, the two were giving a very good imitation of their own mounts they rode almost daily.

Likely much of the nuance of their performance as horses was lost on their not-quite three-year-old sons, but it was clear that each father was trying to outdo the other in being the better horse. Lothiriel and Dariel watched only a few minutes more before they could no longer contain themselves and collapsed against each other, laughing til the tears flowed.

Eventually, the two men heard the sound of laughter above their own ferocious snorting and whinnying, and looked up sheepishly at their wives. The boys, upon seeing their mothers, quickly lost interest in riding their horsies and slid off to run for some maternal attention, and the two men dropped over on their fannies, to gaze abashedly at their wives.

Hugging her son close, Lothiriel commented to Dariel, “Do you suppose I should send down to the stables and have a hand come deal with these horses?”

Dariel nodded solemnly. “I should think so. Look how hot and sweaty they are. They will need to be bathed and brushed before they are fed and stabled for the night.”

Unable to restrain their laughter, the two broke up again and both men flushed red. Then, with a devilish glint in his eye, Eomer swiftly rose and moved to nuzzle his wife’s neck, snuffling and nudging as Firefoot would. Loud enough for both women to hear, he suggested, “This stallion has just gotten warmed up. Are you sure you would not like to make use of him?”

It was Lothiriel’s turn to flush red, but Elfwine, who was actually rather embarrassed about witnessing such intimacy by his parents, rose and followed suit, giving Dariel similar treatment and making the same offer. The result was identical to Lothiriel’s reaction, and the men found they had effectively turned the tables on their teasing wives.

Just then Dariel sniffed and leaned closer to her son. At the same time, Lothiriel was also noticing that special telltale fragrance. With a wicked grin, she plunked her son into her husband’s arms and replied, “We will consider your offers while the two of you change your sons’ diapers!”

Dariel immediately copied her actions and the two scurried back into the bedchamber and closed the door. For just a moment, they stood quietly before they finally caught one another’s eye. That was all it took to overwhelm them with laughter once more. Truly life in the house of Eomer was never boring!

also on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43903747/chapters/110562462

#Eomer #Lothiriel #Lord of the Rings #Elfwine Chronicles #LOTR #Elfwine #Dariel wife of Elfwine

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samstree · 3 years

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and baby makes four (or five)

(mpreg, pre-relationship geraskier, mutual pining, pregnant jaskier, vague mpreg setting, roach is also mom, baby horse, horse trivia, 1.5k, read on ao3)

Jaskier pets the newborn foal’s still-damp mane and grins to himself. The tiny horse—Little Roachie, he decides—is laying on the ground, surrounded by soft hay and dozing peacefully. He deserves it after the ordeal—well, Jaskier believes it counts as one. The foaling almost gave him heart palpitations, but Geralt says everything went just as planned and both Roach and the baby are safe and sound.

And they are, finally, when the entire day has passed and the moon is high in the sky.

The witcher himself is feeding the mare their last apple. If the doting was bad before, it has definitely gotten worse since she became a mom. It’s not like anyone could fault Geralt, Jaskier reckons. Although the sight of the almighty White Wolf indulging his horse is way too precious, not that Jaskier will ever say it to his face. As much as he loves to see Geralt embarrassed, it might be unwise to upset his friend and get left in the middle of this backwater town in his current conditions.

Jaskier cradles the bump that is his stomach and feels his baby peacefully asleep too. Despite the barn being floored with thick hay, the sitting position is growing uncomfortable with everything weighing down on his midriff, and it won’t be long until his back starts aching again.

The foal jerks in his sleep, and Jaskier completely forgets about himself.

“Shh, it’s all right. Just sleep, darling. You must really need it if you’re so tiny. Look at how tiny you are.” His hand travels down to its leg and then the hoof. The hoof wall feels soft, or at least, less hard than what one would imagine for an adult horse. A soft gasp escapes his lips as his fingers reach the bottom. “Oh, Geralt! Come and see!”

The witcher hums absently as Jaskier picks out the straws and dirt obscuring his view and cradles the newborn foal’s hoof in his palm. There’s a layer of padding covering the sole. It’s … kind of spongy, and moist to the touch.

“Fascinating,” Jaskier muses as he pokes and prods the soft tissue, amazed at the weird texture and irregular shapes. When he looks up, Geralt is crouched beside him, leaving Roach to chew on the last of her treat.

“Newborns have those,” he explains.

“Will it hurt him when I touch it?”

“I don’t think so.” Geralt’s gaze falls on the small baby, the corners of his eyes crinkle ever so slightly. “The cushions develop during the last term of pregnancy. It protects the mother from all the kicking, and later during the birth. They’ll wear off as soon as he learns to stand.”

“Wow,” Jaskier croons at the foal, “you are such a gentle baby, aren’t you? Know to protect your mum, huh?”

His arm tightens around his own expanding waistline. The bump has gotten so big in the last few weeks Jaskier still gets taken aback every time he walks in front of a mirror. Looking down on it, the worry that’s been churning in his stomach resurfaces, the dread rising inexplicably. Jaskier hates to admit it, but he’s so, so nervous about what comes after. Sure, he looks forward to meeting his child, but just the thought of pushing a person out of his body is enough to send a shudder down his spine.

Jaskier chews on his lips. The silence hangs in the barn.

It’s Geralt who breaks it first. He sits down next to Jaskier gradually and crosses his legs, making sure the sleeping foal is still in sight.

“All babies are as gentle, Jaskier.” Golden amber eyes meet Jaskier’s, and they are filled with warmth and unvoiced understanding. “You never needed to worry for Roach.”

“But anything could have happened. She’s never had a baby before and we didn’t even notice for so long. The whole thing just … came out of nowhere. If something had gone wrong—”

“Nothing did,” Geralt says, more firmly this time. “I wouldn’t have let anything happen to her. I was here to make sure of it.”

Looking at the sincerity on the witcher’s face, Jaskier knows neither of them is talking about Roach anymore, and he can’t resist the upturn of his lips. It is true that Geralt did everything he could for Roach, setting her up at this farm and making sure she’ll be cared for after. Even when the mare got anxious the past two days, Geralt has been nothing but patient with her.

“Besides,” Geralt adds, tilting his head, “She’s strong. She can get through anything for her baby.”

A lump suddenly forms in Jaskier’s throat. His eyes prickle but he won’t let the tears fall. Not again. Even pregnant, it would be too mortifying for him to cry for what must be the one-hundredth time this week, and he won’t let Geralt make fun—

A kick lands on his bladder and oh boy it hurts. Jaskier chokes out a breath and curls into himself. “It seems—ahh, this one is bad—it seems that my baby could use some tips from Little Roachie here.”

“You can’t compare human babies to horses, Jask,” Geralt chuckles but rests his hand over the top of the bump and starts rubbing little circles, soothing the tiny but anxious person within. As always, it does the trick and the kicking gradually calms down. Jaskier isn’t sure if he should be jealous of this apparent superpower of Geralt’s or just glad he’s here. “Also, Little Roachie? Really?”

The warmth of Geralt’s palm is nice, seeping through the thin tunic and into Jaskier’s taut skin underneath. It takes a second for him to respond, “Are you not naming him Roach?”

“Why would I name him Roach?”

“Because you name all your horses Roach?”

“But, Jask, he’s Roach’s baby. It’ll be confusing.”

Jaskier blinks, incredulous.

“That,” he pauses, “is confusing?”

“Yes,” Geralt answers like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Six mares in a row having the same name was never a problem, but mother and son is where you draw the line.” Jaskier shakes his head. “Well, I’m glad there is a line somewhere.”

Jaskier lets out a string of giggles, bending backward and almost hitting the wall. When he finally ceases to find the witcher’s logic so amusing, Roach herself has sauntered near them. She’s probably heard her name and also wants in on all the fun.

The mare reaches down and headbutts Jaskier on his chest, almost touching his stomach. Geralt grows tense and ready to block her. It’d be sweet of him if the overprotectiveness isn’t so unnecessary.

“Oh, relax! Roach and I are the bestest of friends now.” Her muzzle touches Jaskier’s palm. “Motherhood has softened her. Look!”

“Hmm.”

He coos to Roach for a while until her attention returns to the once again unnamed foal. Jaskier finds himself completely knackered and ready to turn in. He yawns just in time.

“What a day, huh? Well, I don’t know about you but I could fall asleep in the next five minutes.”

“Oh.”

Geralt stands first to pull Jaskier up with steady hands, the movement so effortless it even makes Jaskier feel less bloated and sluggish.

“Will you—” Jaskier adjusts the hem of his tunic. “Will you stay with me? Like yesterday. It’s—I, um, I’ve been having trouble with all the kicking, as you know, and last night was the first time I got any rest in weeks.”

Geralt stares, his golden amber blown wide.

“You don’t have to, I mean,” Jaskier adds too quickly. “You help. Like just now, and you’ve been helping me for the past few months, even with everything going on with Roach. I don’t want to burden you further, but I just … I think the baby likes it a little better when you are there.”

And Jaskier likes it a lot better.

That part he can’t say though.

“Of course,” Geralt says, and a weight Jaskier didn’t know was carrying lifts off of his chest. “If it’s more comfortable for you.”

“Right. It is.”

“And, Jask … I know I might be overstepping. The baby is only yours after all.” Geralt swallows nervously, if witchers can get nervous talking to a simple bard. A simple bard who never expected to be pregnant and is terrified. “But if you need me, I can stay with you. Through everything, this … and after, as long as you need me.”

The lump returns. Jaskier meets Geralt’s gaze in earnest and all he can see is the devotion, the safety. Because that’s what Geralt is, his best friend and protector. The world may disagree, but Jaskier knows better from walking by his side for so many years, from never having been abandoned despite all the threats. He knows from the way Geralt leads him back inside with a hand on the small of his back and a smile in those amber eyes.

When the baby moves again, Jaskier can’t wait to drag Geralt’s hand over his stomach. Geralt looks awestruck, like he’s watching a miracle unfold before his eyes when it’s no more than a little person reacting to his touch.

“I think,” Jaskier says. “I think we’ll be just fine.”

“Of course. Both of you will.”

And for the first time, Jaskier might start believing it.

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I leaned that thing about baby horsies in this youtube video. Please feel free to correct me if I got some facts wrong. I love horse trivia! <3

#geraskier #geraskier fic #mpreg #pregnant jaskier #mutual pining #pre-relationship #emotional hurt/comfort #insecure jaskier #supportive geralt #soft geralt #protective geralt #baby horse #foaling #roach is mom #horse trivia #the setting of mpreg is very vague

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lem-cup-rev · 2 years

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1.1&2 | The Sword

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)

🌸🌸🌸🌸

Verdict: Fun as hell.

The first thing that always hits me is there are a good few lines that just give me secondhand embarrassment every time. Like "What are you looking at, PRINCESS?" and "I just turned against the Horde! 😃 ...I just turned against the Horde! 😧" Maybe they just feel obvious and overplayed? But I hardly want to criticize that because... none of the writing is supposed to be smart!

The tone is thoroughly childish, and sometimes it seems particularly aware of this fact, like the comedy beat on Angella's "You're grounded!", and the doofy playground way they first fight over the sword. All the characters argue and joke and say how they feel in bombastic, simple terms. For the most part it's reeeally working for me.

If I had to guess what the team actually liked about original She-Ra, that might be it. The OGs were extremely serious and earnest while having the most absurd play-logic plots and conflicts. The She-Boot is like a reflection on that: it's much more overt with its childishness and goofiness, as well as making the characters clearly younger, because it's for adults feeling like kids enjoying She-Ra.

I think as long as it has momentum, I really like it. I think that's something show will struggle with later on, but it was firing on all cylinders here.

For as many lines made me cringe, there were also a few that jolted outside the predictable pattern for a moment and felt quite striking, such as the Shadow Weaver's "You've wanted this since you were old enough to want anything," and Catra's 'of course they're manipulating us!' thing.

I think this show is really strong on art and colors. The characters all feel nice to look at and creative and the blocky pastels make them pop. The backgrounds have a little bit of a nostalgic painterly feel. The strong color grading in some scenes really juiced the emotion and made the storytelling feel a little more thoughtful and mature to me.

Story-wise, I think it's something of a shame that the characters bear no resemblance to the OG's personalities. As Adora was kind of wise and right all the time, it makes sense she would need to change, and I like that they based her around the premise of being a Horde defector. Glimmer was a delicate, useless princess, and I feel like in seeking a more feminist idea they just made her the complete opposite. Bow, I suppose, is still comically jocular and friendly, though he's no longer an un-self-aware blowhard. I like Adora as her angst is the kind I can really sink my headcanoning teeth into. I'm neutral on the other two. I like that Bow's a friendship-core fairy boy. I like that when Glimmer yells at people it moves the plot forward (for now). As far as I'm aware, Catra's excitingly toxic nature is entirely new, and emotional vulnerability was given to a formerly straightforward cackling villain. Based on Nimona, this is one of the stories Stevenson is bursting to tell, and I respect that. The Shadow Weaver is really excellently scary, and I see the groundwork being laid for the interesting conflict she'll get. I don't care about the cadet team - they feel generic and in the wrong genre.

She-Ra feels wonderfully ethereal and unstoppable and you can tell everyone finds her a glamazon. I like that they suggest from the beginning that Adora can feel She-Ra is connected to her own origins. I like that her first display of power was just to draw a monster's respect and bring peace.

Little things...

I forgot just how ~sexy~ Catra's delivery of her first lines was. The girl's really going for it sometimes.

Catra's running joke about brain damage is delightfully incongruous and ghoulish, as is Bow's "It's been an honor serving with you, Horsie."

I think it's funny that Bow spent the entire episode telling Glimmer not to rush in or push her magic, and when she finally took his advice he was like 'what are you talking about? Don't give up hope! Let's save the day!' I also find it a bit weird and unconvincing how ready he is to brand them a "Best Friends Squad!"

I find the happy, peaceful, celebrating little villages in this show consistently un-charming. I guess they feel pretty one-note and unconvincing. I would hazard that they wanted to evoke 'quaint, innocent, folksy, diverse, accepting' but were trying REALLY hard not to culturally appropriate.

This whole time, whenever Glimmer was fighting I was thinking about "aggressive fist-to-face sparkles" because that's literally what she does.

Finally, I thought I would keep a running tally of all the crimes Catra commits, so that we can finally answer whether she is a bad person or a good one. She's off to a dubious start in this pair of episodes, as I noticed that she was late for training, hopped around the walkways in an unsafe manner, and even climbed out of her tank to talk to a friend in the middle of an invasion.

Catra's Crimes: 3

Next time: Bright Moon!

#review #no spoilers #episode #4⭐️#she ra and the princesses of power #spop #she-ra and the princesses of power

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tangledinmdzs · 3 years

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pack-strap carry, junior quartet hcs

better known as: getting a piggy back ride from the mdzs juniors gang!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Lan Sizhui

“hey, you need any help there?”

you turn at the sound of Sizhui’s voice between the aisles of books though you can’t really see him quite yet

“nope, i’m doing great” you reply sarcastically, because if your wrinkled robes and messy hair were anything to go by, you were just fine

you’ve been trying to reach a book on one of the higher shelves for the pass hour and it had not been working out in your favor

you stop your trillionth attempt when you hear a muffled laughter close by

“are you laughing at me? i’m struggling” you whine to Sizhui when you finally see him walk up to your aisle

Sizhui’s bites back his laughter though the smile still rests easily on his face

“what are you looking for?” he asks you, chuckling at your soft sigh.

“that book. i need it for class” you tell him and point to one on the highest shelf

Sizhui raises an eyebrow at your particular choice

the book is on a shelf a head and half over him and he’s taller than you

“that’s pretty high” Sizhui comments

“yea, go figure”

you were at a complete lost about how to get the book down and all your previous failed attempts have finally gotten to you

“i think if i pick you up you’ll be able to get it” Sizhui suggests

you don’t believe your ears

and you showcase your disbelief by staring bug-eyed at him

“are you actually Lan Jingyi today? Where’s Sizhui?” you question because there’s only one Lan in Gusu that’s that brash.

Sizhui just shakes his head and laughs at you before quietly kneeling down

“this is a one time thing” Sizhui tells you when you hop onto his back

it is most definitely not a one time thing.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Lan Jingyi

“hurry up! get on!!!” Jingyi urges you quickly from where he’s squatted in front of you

despite being friends with him for a long time, his boldness still surprised you a bit at times

“what-”

“Y/N, if you don’t get on right now we’re gonna lose to Jin Ling and I will NOT be okay” Jingyi tells you

without waiting for another reply he grabs you wrist and basically pulls you onto his back

you just manage to catch yourself from hitting your head against the back of his but a chunk of his ponytail does get into his mouth

you barely have time to get a grip on him when he’s standing up and running off, you almost falling off him

you shout at him and hold on, letting him run to his heart’s content as he tries to catch up with Jin Ling who’s carrying Sizhui

sometimes you really don’t know you end up in these races with them

but then again your friends are a bunch of chaotic boys

but i digress

seeing Zizhen in the close distance you slap Jingyi’s shoulder as he’s still a good stride behind Jin Ling

“you better run as fast as your short legs can! i’m not letting you carry me for nothing!” you shout at him and smack his shoulder as if he were a horse

“my legs aren’t short!” Jingyi shouts back at you and sucks in a hard breath before breaking into a faster sprint and passing Jin Ling in the next two strides

you laugh at him

your jab still helps him win, even if he doesn’t appreciate it very much

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Jin Ling

you giggle softly to yourself on his back as the two of you are make your way back to the inn together

Jin Ling huffs an annoyed sigh as he stops for the umpteenth time to get his balance to hitch you onto his back (and keep your from sliding off him)

you simply let your hands flail a bit before settling on his back again

Jin Ling sighs

he mumbles a soft thanks to himself that at least he’s stuck with only your drunk ass

(unlike Sizhui who’s hauling both Zizhen and Jingyi (yikes))

“th-this horse is so slow” you mumble to him and proceed to kick the side of his shin

“hey! i’m not Little Apple!” Jin Ling yelps at you and proceeds to hold onto your legs tighter to stop your kicking (and embarrassment)

but you’re strong, even for your drunken state

and he hates to admit it

but he’s having a hard time

“stop kicking me! you’re going to fall off-”

before he even finishes his sentence, the warned event happens

he hears you before he turns around to find the heap that you are lying in in the middle of the walkway

even though it’s a bit later in the night, there’s still enough people on the streets to witness the scene you’ve made

Jin Ling quickly gets on his knees, pulling you up and trying to get you on his back again.

but you’re being a little shit now

“c’mon, get up we gotta go back to the inn” Jin Ling tries to coax, but he’s not good at it, not when you’re steadily making yourself comfortable on the dirty walk way

you’ve caused him more than enough embarrassment for the night

but somehow after a bit more back and forth he manages to get you back on his back

as he carries you back to the inn you place a soft barely there kiss at the back of his neck

“thank you horsie,” you mumble, sleepily

and as big of a joke as you were tonight

that makes him not want to forget one single moment

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Ouyang Zizhen

it doesn’t hurt as much as it’s just uncomfortable

but your ankle must have rolled the wrong way when you landed from fighting the demon

you walk gingerly, favoring your left side

‘stupid snake demon, making me lose my footing and trying out a new move and now my ankle hurts’, you think to yourself

Zizhen notices your limp quietly

“you look like you’re one second from smacking someone”

you look up at the commentary on you face to catch none other thank Jingyi’s sly face

you knew your RBF was pretty bad, you didn’t need Jingyi to tell you

you attempt to run up to Jingyi and smack him upside the head.

but the firs step on your right ankle makes you wince

Jingy’s lucky today

at your pain Jingyi doesn’t even care; he even has the audacity to stick his tongue out at you and run closer to Sizhui and Jin Ling for protection

Zizhen stops you from running again when he notices you itching to retaliate

sometimes he swears you and Jingyi are like little kids

“what’s wrong with your ankle?” Zizhen asks you, because if your slow speed isn’t a giveaway enough than your limp definitely is

“nothing” you mutter at him because you just want to walk it off.

besides once you got back to the open field, you could just stand on your swords and fly back

“you’re limping, did you sprain your ankle?” Zizhen asks

“it’s not un-walkable; it’s fine” you tell him but he just tugs your arm and pulls you to a full stop

“you know that walking on it will make it worse. i’ll carry you” Zizhen suggests

“you don’t have to-” you begin to protest only to watch Zizhen quietly squat down in front of you

“just get on, we’ll get to the field faster this way” he urges you when you take an extra long moment to get on

you’re convinced when your ankle throbs painfully as you shift the weight to stand

when you get on his back he’s gentle with your ankle

once he gets a good grip on you and feels your arms sturdy around him begins to catch up with the rest of the guys

and despite the piggy back ride being short, the rest on your ankle was much needed

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let-the-dream-begin · 4 years

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In My Daughter’s Eyes Chapter 9: Affirmation

Chapter 8

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November 25

Claire took a shaky breath, still gripping the steering wheel despite the fact that her car had been in park for about five minutes. She was parked in the Abernathy driveway, a store-bought apple pie (something she’d discovered that Americans eat on Thanksgiving) sitting in the passenger seat.

Thanksgiving had been this past Thursday, but both Claire and Joe had been working. Upon realizing that Claire had never celebrated Thanksgiving and had no intention of really doing so, he insisted that Claire come over on Sunday when he was off for her and Faith’s first Thanksgiving Dinner.

Claire had no idea why she felt so panicked; it was just Joe, after all. He had seen her at her absolute worst at the hospital, repeatedly. He knew the ins and outs of Faith’s condition because Faith seemed to be the only thing Claire could talk about other than actual hospital business. He had promised that his wife would be aware, that he would make his kids as well aware as possible. He’d texted her several times that he and Gail were so excited to have her, that their little Delia was dying to meet Faith.

Still, the devil on her shoulder was screaming that Faith wasn’t ready for this, that if she slowed the slightest bit of discomfort, Joe would never welcome them into his home again, and he’d look down on her as an incompetent parent for the rest of her life.

“Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?”

Faith’s sensory overload had been triggered at an Oxford event, a full-blown meltdown had ensued, and they’d had to leave twenty minutes after arriving.

“She can’t help it, Frank. It was too much for her. I should have known that she couldn’t handle such a big crowd.”

“You’re right,” he snarled, roughly loosening his tie and throwing it on the dresser. “You should have known.”

Claire shook her head to clear her mind, repeating the familiar mantra:

Joe is not Frank. His family is not the Oxford faculty.

Taking advantage of a sudden boost of confidence before it disappeared, Claire got out of the car and unbuckled Faith. She got halfway up the driveway before she realized she left the pie on the passenger seat, then ran back to get it. She stood on the porch and crouched down to straighten Faith’s brown and green dress and flatten a few wild curls, then stood up and straightened her own sweater, pulling it further down over her jeans.

“Ready, baby?” Claire said. “We can do it, yes?”

Faith gave Claire a thumbs up, and that was all she needed to ring the doorbell.

“Lady Jane!” Joe exclaimed as he opened the door. “You look lovely, my friend.”

“Thanks, Joe.” Claire smiled warmly.

“And this little cutie must be Faith.” He crouched down, eye level with her, as Claire had mentioned made her least anxious when meeting strangers. “Hi there, sweetie. I’m Joe, your mom’s friend. It’s great to meet you.” Faith shyly pressed Horsie into her face. “I like your horse, Faith. I’m glad you brought him. There’s plenty of food to go around.”

Claire chuckled as Joe stood to full height once more. “She okay?”

“Yes, I think she’s fine.”

“Great, come on in. Let me take that pie.” As they crossed the threshold, a beautiful black woman swooped in from the end of the hall, her purple sweater making her eyes glimmer.

“Oh, look at you!” she exclaimed. “It is so good to finally put a face to the name.” She gave Claire her hand. “Gail.”

“Claire. And this is Faith.”

She hid behind Horsie again as Gail crouched down. “Hello, little lady. It’s great to meet you. Your dress is very pretty.”

“Say thank you, baby. You know the sign.” Claire crouched down next to Faith and signed thank you. “Miss Gail said your dress is pretty. Say thank you?” She signed again, and Faith copied the best she could with one hand clutching Horsie. “Good girl, Faith. Very good.”

“You’re welcome,” Gail said warmly. “What’s the sign?” Claire’s smile got even wider, showing Gail the sign, and she repeated it to Faith. “You’re welcome, Faith.”

Faith hid her smile in Horsie, but Claire could see it.

“She likes you,” Claire said, standing up along with Gail.

“Well I like her, too.” Gail winked down at Faith. “Here, give me your coats, come in, have a drink, relax.”

A loud shriek suddenly rang through the house, and Faith dropped Horsie to cover her ears.

“Easy, little man,” Claire heard Joe’s voice, followed by:

“Gotta be quiet, Lenny,” a little girl said. “Mama said.”

Claire picked up Horsie and Faith and rocked her. “It’s alright, darling. It was just a little baby. It’s okay.”

“I’m so sorry,” Gail said as they entered the living room. “I swear he doesn’t usually do that.”

“It’s okay, she’s fine,” Claire assured her, despite the fact that Faith’s hands were still glued to her ears.

Joe was standing by the fireplace holding a toddler, three-year-old Lenny, and standing next to him was an adorable little girl in a blue dress.

“Hi, Miss Beauchamp,” the girl said politely. “I’m Dee-Dee.”

“Well hello, there,” Claire said, smiling again. “Your Dad has told me all about you, Dee-Dee. Please, call me Claire.”

Delia looked skeptically to each parent, waiting for their approval to address her informally.

“Okay. Hi, Claire.”

“Faith, lovie,” Claire coaxed, whispering into her temple. “There’s a little girl who’d like to meet you. Can you please move your hands now? It isn’t loud anymore, I promise.” Faith looked down at Delia. “I’m going to put you down now, okay?” Claire slowly lowered Faith to the floor, and she didn’t object.

“Hi, Faith,” Delia said. “My Daddy told me you’re real special. Wanna play?” Faith stared back at her. “I brought lots of dollies from my room that you can play with. Wanna see?”

“Can you show her the dolls, Dee-Dee?” Claire said gently, taking Faith’s hand.

“Uh-huh, follow me.” She led them to the corner of the living room, where the girl had obviously created a little arrangement of all her favorite dolls, surrounding a little dollhouse. “See? They’re pretty.”

“They’re very pretty,” Claire agreed. “Here darling.” Claire picked up one of the dolls and handed it to Faith. “See? Dee-Dee is going to share her dolls.” Faith took the doll in the hand that wasn’t holding Horsie. “Can you be a good girl with Dee-Dee, Faith?” Claire held up her thumb, and Faith copied. “There you go. Good girl.”

“Don’t worry, Claire. Daddy told me we gotta play quiet games,” Delia said seriously. “All my dollies are quiet, and I’m really quiet, too.”

“That’s very good, sweetheart. Thank you so much.”

Delia nodded, then sat down on the floor. “C’mon, Faith. Sit down and play.”

Claire slowly backed away from them, waiting for Faith to start whining for her to come back. She breathed a sigh of relief when she made it to the couch without Faith protesting. Gail was already waiting with a drink, and a plate of appetizers had been put on the coffee table.

“She’s so sweet,” Claire said as she accepted the drink from Gail. “Very thoughtful and sensitive. And she’s only six?”

“Yeah, she’s a good one,” Gail said, sitting down next to her. “Not like that one.” She gestured to Lenny, who Joe had to scoop up again to prevent from launching himself at the girls. “Troublemaker.”

Claire chuckled. “Drives her crazy, I bet.”

“Sure does. Doesn’t help that she bosses him around.” Gail took a pig-in-a-blanket into her fingers.

“Big sisters do that,” Joe piped in, sitting in an armchair with Lenny in his lap.

“So, Claire, tell me all about jolly-old-England. I’ve never been out of the States,” Gail said eagerly, popping the mini hotdog into her mouth.

Claire chuckled and took a sip of her drink. “Well, what do you want to know?”

——

The afternoon progressed without a hitch; Joe and Gail were always careful to remove Lenny from the room if it seemed like he was about to be loud, and they took turns keeping him occupied so he didn’t bombard Faith. Claire was overwhelmed. Never before had anyone taken such measures to be sure that her daughter was comfortable. Back in England, if Claire had merely suggested that they bring awareness to Faith’s special needs to anybody who invited them over, Frank immediately shut it down. He had truly made her feel like she was crazy, like there was really no need for her to worry at all. And then when things inevitably went wrong, it was her fault for not having the foresight to leave her home.

Delia was especially a marvel. She must have been the calmest six year old Claire had ever met. She was so gentle with Faith, and spoke so calmly. She didn’t seem bothered at all that Faith didn’t answer when she talked to her; she seemed more than happy to take the lead on whatever game they were playing. She just chattered away to her, and Faith seemed quite content.

She’s never had a friend.

Claire almost cried into her turkey to think about it.

The meal was quite delicious, a wide assortment of things that Joe assured her were “Thanksgiving foods.” Faith refused to eat the turkey no matter what Claire tried so, in the end, to avoid a meltdown, Claire removed the poultry from her plate and gave her extra carrots instead. Faith’s favorite, by far, was the sweet potatoes with marshmallows, something that Claire had reflexively wrinkled her nose at. Joe, however, insisted she try it at least once, and she had been proven wrong immediately.

The Abernathy Thanksgiving tradition was a board game in between dinner and dessert, and Delia decided on Candy Land. Faith sat in Claire’s lap while she played, letting her pick the cards and move the piece where Claire told her to. Lenny had free range of the living room while Faith was otherwise occupied. Claire found herself dizzy with glee for the entire game, thoroughly enjoying Joe and Gail’s competitive banter, as well as Delia’s constant insistence that she would win.

But it was Faith’s joy that took the cake.

She wasn’t just comfortable, she was happy. She was enjoying herself. She was humming, and stimming, and bouncing in Claire’s lap. How many years had Claire been terrified to take her out of the house, and now here she was, happy as ever…?

Joe had nearly won the game, but he purposely kept making silly mistakes so that Delia would win. Winner, of course, had to clean up the game, while Gail and Joe set out dessert in the dining room. Claire blushed with embarrassment to see that the pie she’d brought was the only store-bought item on the table.

“I almost put it in my own container and pretended I made it myself,” she said jokingly.

Joe laughed. “Doesn’t matter where it came from, Lady Jane. What matters is that you brought it.”

Claire almost burst into tears again.

Dessert was just as delicious and fun as dinner. Evidently, Claire’s apple pie paired quite nicely with Gail’s homemade pumpkin and chocolate pie. Everyone made sure to have at least one piece of each, Joe going in for a second of each. By the end of the night, Claire’s stomach hurt from laughter, and her cheeks were sore from smiling. Faith fell asleep on Claire’s lap, face nuzzled into her breast, and Lenny was down for the night upstairs. Delia was more than content to sit at the table and listen to grown-up conversation, though she was quite close to falling asleep on her hands.

Claire had mentioned Faith’s therapy at the hospital, but Joe was eager to hear more, and Gail was excited to hear about it at all. She regaled the story of Faith’s first interaction with the horse, and the first time she got on the horse. She told them all about Jamie, how he had this magic touch that settled Faith immediately, how he went above and beyond to make Faith happy.

The more Claire went on, the more Joe was getting this look on his face that Claire couldn’t put a name to. Then, as she continued, she realized that the look appeared every time she mentioned Jamie…which was actually quite often. She said his name again, and Joe looked at her again, cocking an eyebrow. She opened her mouth to say something in response, something snarky, but she lost her nerve the longer she thought about it.

Which was strange, because she was never one to lose her nerve.

She quickly turned the conversation back on Joe, and before long, Mister Jamie and his blue eyes were out of sight and out of mind.

“You know,” Claire said, everyone coming down from laughter over an anecdote of a particularly spirited patient they’d had this week. “I’m really, really grateful that you had us today. Your home is beautiful, the food was great, and you’re all just…wonderful.”

“Please, Claire, it was our pleasure,” Gail said. “You’re great company. Ever since Joe’s family moved we’ve missed having people over for Thanksgiving. And Dee-Dee loved playing with Faith.”

Delia shook herself awake enough to nod in response.

“Faith liked playing with her too.” Claire rubbed her back. “She was really great with her. You’ve both done a lovely job with her.”

“Well thanks,” Joe said. “You’ve done a great job with yours, Lady Jane.”

Claire smiled and leaned her cheek on the top of Faith’s head.

“Speaking of…” Gail said. “Looks like it’s past somebody’s bedtime.”

“Not tired, Mama.”

“Oh, yes you are. Come on, young lady.”

“I should get going, too,” Claire said reluctantly, standing up with Faith.

“Oh, are you sure?” Gail said. “You can put Faith down in the guest room and we can have some more drinks.”

“I appreciate that, truly. But I do have a six o’clock shift.”

“Ah, that’s right. Claire takes all the crappy shifts,” Joe said.

“Just so I can have weekends off,” Claire said. “I’d do anything they asked if it means I don’t have to work Saturday or Sunday, or Fridays past four for that matter.”

“Of course, of course,” Joe said.

“Well hold on, now, you’re not going anywhere without leftovers.” Gail shuffled into the kitchen. “Come on Dee, you wanna stay up, you’re gonna help Mama.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“It’s your food,” Claire objected, following her into the kitchen and shifting Faith’s weight around. “I don’t want to take it, please, we don’t need — ”

“Oh, stop being so damn polite.” Gail waved her off, shoveling potatoes into a Tupperware container. “No way we’d eat all this before it goes bad. This’ll feed you both for a week.”

Claire couldn’t help but smile. “I guess all those microwave dinners will have to sit in the freezer for another week.”

They all laughed at that.

Leftovers packed in containers and a paper bag, everyone shifted from the kitchen into the main hallway.

“Listen, Claire, let’s not wait for another holiday to do this again, alright?” Joe put a hand on the shoulder that Faith’s head was not laying on. “It was really great to have you. Both of you.”

Claire’s heart felt fit to burst, and she couldn’t stop the tears that rushed to her eyes.

“Thank you, Joe. Really. This means…a lot to us.”

“Us, too,” Gail said, Delia wrapped around her waist, half asleep.

“Goodnight, Lady Jane.”

“Goodnight Joe. Gail, Delia.”

“Goodnight, honey.”

Claire had to keep pausing in her buckling of Faith’s car seat to wipe tears from her eyes.

“I’m so proud of you,” she whispered, brushing frizzled little curls off of Faith’s forehead. “We’re doing it, lovie.”

This fresh start was truly the best thing that ever happened to them.

——

December 18

Claire was bouncing in her seat, almost exactly like she’d seen her daughter do countless times. She’d rearranged her entire schedule this week so that she could meet Gillian’s plane. She’d come straight here from work, with Faith still at home with Mrs. Lickett. As much as she’d love to have Faith greet her Auntie right away, she figured that would not be wise considering how things had gone the last time they were in an airport together.

She kept checking her phone, as if planes could actually adhere to their exact schedules. The plane was supposed to arrive in five minutes. Claire remembered quite vividly the day she’d said goodbye to Gillian back in Oxfordshire, the bone crushing hug and the tears they shed on each other. They hadn’t been apart more than a few days since the day they met, and no one else had been there for her as steadfastly when Frank left. That day, she wasn’t sure she could go on without her. Which was more than she could say for going on without her husband. She was quite sure she could do that.

So to see her in more or less five minutes after three months had her as giddy as Faith anticipating the opening notes to Frozen.

After an eternity of about fifteen minutes, the announcement that her flight landed sounded and Claire jumped out of her seat. Obviously it would be another ten minutes at least before the plane was lined up at the gate, but she just couldn't sit still anymore.

When people finally started pouring out of the bridge, and Claire caught sight of that strawberry-blonde head, she suddenly felt like a freshman in college again, waving like an idiot to get her attention across campus.

Her elfin face lit up immediately upon seeing her, and she shoved past about six people and started sprinting toward Claire. With a girlish squeal, the two women collided with a force that knocked the wind out of Claire.

“Oh my God!” Gillian exclaimed, squeezing the life out of Claire. “Jesus! Let me look at you!” She held Claire at arms length, and she squealed again. “My God, Claire, ye’ve gotten even hotter!”

Claire gave quite an unattractive guffaw and swatted her arm. “You look great too, Gi.”

Gillian promptly squealed again and pulled her in for another air-compressing hug.

After about five more minutes of fawning over one another, they proceeded arm-in-arm to baggage claim, then outside to Claire’s car.

“Hope ye didn’t pay too much fer parking,” Gillian said as she slung her suitcase into the trunk.

“Oh, you know, America,” Claire said, rolling her eyes. “It was robbery, of course.”

Gillian snorted before getting into the passenger seat. “It’s a lovely set o’ wheels. How long did it take ye to no’ drive on the wrong side o’ the road?”

Claire chuckled as she put the car in reverse to pull out of her spot. “Not as long as I thought. I do still have to consciously think about it.”

“I hope it isna too long to yer place, I’m starving. That shite on a platter they give ye on the plane just doesna cut it. No’ to mention I’m dying to see my wee niece.”

Claire beamed. “She is so excited to see you. I’ve been telling her every day for a week how many days until Auntie Gi. She was practically vibrating this morning when I told her today was the day.” They both shared a laugh at that. “And as for being hungry, I already placed a delivery order to arrive shortly after we get home.”

Gillian leaned her head back into the seat, sighing. “I could kiss ye.”

Claire scoffed affectionately, giving Gillian’s thigh a pat before turning her attention back to the road.

——

When they arrived at the apartment, Gillian was in awe at the sheer suburban-ness of the place. Together, they lugged the suitcase up the stairs, and Claire couldn't help but smile already before she even turned the lock.

As she’d expected, Faith was already right by the front door, having heard the car arrive, and promptly threw herself on Gillian’s legs.

“There she is!” Gillian cried, bending down to lift her and settle her on her hip. She gave an exaggerated grunt as she did. “Jesus, Faith, ye’ve gotten so big I can hardly lift ye anymore!”

Faith was squealing with giggles, stimming without restraint, humming loudly. She threw her arms around Gillian’s neck and squeezed tightly, causing everyone, including Mrs. Lickett, to laugh affectionately.

“Och, I missed ye so much, wee girl,” Gillian crooned as she stepped into the apartment, Claire following behind with the suitcase. “She really has gotten so big, how has it only been three months?”

“I know, I can’t believe how fast she’s growing.” Claire leaned against the couch, her heart full. “Oh, Gillian, this is Faith’s caretaker, Mrs. Lickett.” The older woman smiled warmly from the other side of the coffee table.

“Great to meet ye, I’ve heard so much,” Gillian said.

“So have I, about you,” Mrs. Lickett returned.

The woman gathered her things and left, Gillian coaxing the little girl in her arms to wave goodbye.

“Fifteen minutes until Italian food,” Claire sighed, plopping herself on the couch.

“Ah, New York Italian food,” Gillian said, sitting down beside her and putting Faith in her lap. “A delicacy.”

“Indeed. You were right about that.” Claire watched gleefully as Faith hummed and ran her fingers through Gillians straight, silky hair. It was quite a different texture from her mother’s untamable curls, so she was likely enjoying the sensation quite a bit.

Dinner arrived and was eaten with much celebration, including a bottle of wine that Claire had been saving for the occasion. Faith had vehemently insisted on being given some, which Claire had anticipated, and cleverly served her a little cup of grape juice. They clinked their glasses and cups together, making Faith smile wide as ever.

A comedy of manners ensued when they tried to get the air mattress blown up in the living room, especially with the obtrusive Christmas tree in the way. Several failed attempts later, it was blown up and fully made, just before Faith’s patience ran out in waiting for her movie. They sat cuddled under a blanket on the couch watching Beauty and the Beast, Faith laughing her head off at Gillian’s extremely poor attempts at singing along.

After Faith was in bed, Gillian and Claire spent hours cuddled under the blanket, passing the wine bottle back and forth, updating each other on anything and everything. They were up much later than Claire should have been, being that she had a shift at eight in the morning, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Sitting there, tipsy, with her best friend, whispering and giggling into the wee hours of the morning was the most uninhibited she’d felt in years.

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Hello, I love your writing, can you please do: 102. — RFA + how they are as parents?

Jaehee

I definitely see Jaehee as more of a structurally-strict parent.

Guidelines, boundaries, rules: they’re super important to her. After all, kids are happier when they know what parents expect, right? It also comes from the fact that, deep down, she’s a very anxious person. She puts in rules so her anxiety doesn’t cause her to flip-flop. The last thing she wants is for her nerves to rub off on her child in a way that makes them nervous, too.

However, Jaehee is not overly strict. She’s kind and tender. If her kid messes up or breaks a rule, she’s more the type to sit them down and ask them why they did that, what’s behind the action, why they’re suddenly acting out.

Her gentle nature definitely helps her when it comes to mothering. True, she expects certain things, but she’s not the type to get angry, even when nervous.

She never yells. You’ll never catch her shouting at her child, no matter what they’ve done. To her, that’s the opposite of helpful. Getting louder doesn’t prove your point.

She upholds standards so they’ll know how to survive in the world. Every rule comes from a place of love. She doesn’t make them up for no reason.

When they’re younger, she’s a bit harder on them, but that’s to show that the standards are there for a reason.

No, you can’t eat candy for breakfast. Why? Because it’s unhealthy.

No, you can’t sleepover at your friends’ house. Why? Because I don’t know their parents.

She might come off as overprotective, but trust me: it comes from a place of pure love. Her greatest fear is not being able to protect her baby. She’ll do everything in her power to make sure that fear never comes to fruition.

As they grow older, the rules are less strict but still existent.

Despite all the rules that sometimes create animosity between her and her child, you will find no bigger cheerleader than Jaehee. She’s at every practice, every recital, every event. Even work comes second to her baby. She’s that mom, the embarrassing one screaming their kid’s name and pulling them into a big hug, no matter their age.

Jumin

His parenting style is similar to Jaehee in a lot of ways.

From day one, his child knows what’s expected. There are ground rules and they will be enforced with a gentle hand.

However, unlike Jaehee, Jumin is more open to changing those rules if a good argument is made. This applies more to when his kid is older, but the last thing Jumin wants to do is constrict or suffocate his child.

This has to do a lot with his own upbringing. His father was a kind man, but Jumin always felt like he had to be perfect, otherwise the love would disappear.

He never wants his child to feel like that, so Jumin is open about his mistakes. He’s definitely the type of parent to apologize when he realizes he’s done something wrong, no matter the time of day. There have been times when he’s woken them up in the middle of the night to say he’s sorry.

Jumin doesn’t know what he’s doing half the time when it comes to being a dad. His kid knows that, and as they grow older, they do their best to be well-behaved.

The open-line of communication Jumin encourages keeps the house pretty level-headed. Fights are few and far between, and mostly sprout from heated debates.

Also, like Jaehee, Jumin is a huge cheerleader for his kid. But let’s be honest: everyone in the RFA is going to be crazy supportive and vocal for their kids. They just go about it in different ways.

Jumin, however, has the money and resources to put his kid in just about any hobby or interest they have.

One week they’re interested in horses? Guess who just signed them up for lessons with a world-class trainer?

Oh, and now they’re talking about swimming? Jumin’s already dialing his groundsman, inquiring about how much it would cost to turn the floor below the penthouse into an Olympic-sized swimming pool.

He never wants his kid to feel like they have to grow up to be just like him, or even have a little bit of interest in his company. All he wants is for them to be safe and happy; the rest can work itself out.

All in all, Jumin throws himself into being a father, giving 110% effort. For the first time in his life, work comes second, and he wouldn’t change it for the world.

Seven

And then there’s Seven. Oh boy.

If there ever was a father that’s the personification of a bad dad-joke, that’s Seven.

After just spewing headcanons for Jumin and Jaehee, this guy is…very different. Those two had rules for good reason, but Seven? He doesn’t really believe in rules. At all. That carries over into fatherhood.

Like, just be a good person, maybe wait until you’re older to break the law, and make sure you come to me if you get in trouble. That’s basically his attitude as far as rules are concerned.

It’s not that he doesn’t care. Trust me, he cares a fuckton. When you think about the horrible childhood he had, everything starts to make sense.

His mother had Seven and his brother out of wedlock, fathered by a powerful politician. She used them for money and abused them because she felt like it. The Choi boys never felt safe in their house, not once. They were always on edge and scared of the next outburst, worried as to when they might eat again, and fearful of the future.

Seven would rather die than have his kid go through anything like that. He takes it upon himself to provide everything, more than his kid could ever want. He’s definitely the type of dad to go way overboard with clothes, toys, treats, and basically everything.

He’s a goofy parent. When his child is a baby and toddler, he’s constantly doing silly things to make them laugh. Strange faces, weird voices, throwing himself on the floor or into the nearest piece of furniture, he’ll do just about anything to see them giggle and clap their hands.

He’s so animated, and that doesn’t go away when they get older. While Jaehee is the embarrassingly supportive mom, Seven is just plain embarrassing. He’s going to throw enormous birthday parties, holidays, graduations…Face it. Seven’s going to go waaay overboard for every occasion.

Because why not? He never celebrated anything when he was a kid, so now he puts everything into celebrating his little one.

Piggyback rides and shoulder rides are happening, whether his kid likes it or not. And he’s 100% the dad that throws their kid into the air, probably a little higher than he should. Spinning them around in circles, getting on the floor and playing horsie, breaking into tickle wars, Seven’s going to be a more physical kind of parent. Hugs, snuggles, naps, the whole shebang.

More than just being fun though, Seven wants to make sure that his kid’s needs are always taken care of. He never wants them to worry about anything: money, safety, food or water, affection, nothing.

This also transfers into being overprotective, although he’s not a helicopter parent. He has other ways of watching their every mood, such as CCTV cameras and tracking their cell. Not that he looks at what they’re doing on it, he respects their privacy, but he does like to know where they are at every second. Between his past and his job, no one can blame him.

Honestly, he might not tell them as much as he should due to the fact that he has a hard time with connection and emotions, but Seven is so freakin’ proud of his kid. They could do anything, be anything, and he’d be equally as proud of them. There isn’t anything they could do to change that.

Yoosung

Honestly, if you want the calmest and collective parent in the RFA, Yoosung is your best bet.

While he can be a little immature at times, having a kid of his own really caused Yoosung to step up and into his role as a father.

When they’re a baby, he’s both overprotective and insecure. Yoosung had a fairly average childhood with good parents, so he’s surprised when doubts of his abilities slip into his mind. Is he a good enough dad? What if he’s doing too much, or not enough? What if he makes a huge mistake and can’t fix it?

Over time, he realizes that he underestimated himself and that every parent has those doubts. He comes to terms that, while he isn’t his mom or dad, they gave him a stable childhood where he was able to grow up happy and content. So he tries his hardest to recreate that feeling for his own kid.

Happy-go-lucky in nature, Yoosung is definitely the kind of parent that’s still in touch with his childish side. Obviously, one of the biggest way he and his child bond is through video games. As they grow up, Yoosung buys them all the best for their age group. It becomes their thing, dad-bonding time as it were.

Another thing they bond over is food. After taking up cooking even more after becoming a father, Yoosung never ceases to take up even the most ridiculous food-related challenge from his kid. When they’re little, it often ends in absurd creations that both parties agree should never be recreated.

However, when his child gets older, it shifts into something they do on the weekends to de-stress and talk about their week. Yoosung is thankful for the helping hand and is happy to show off his self-taught tricks.

Open-dialogue is so important to him, as it is to basically everyone in the RFA. He’s constantly curious as to what his kid’s up to, what their friends are, what their hobbies are. He’s not overbearing or overprotective; he has no reason to be. He honestly just wants to know so he can relate to them better. He’s even been found reading up on something his kid mentioned in passing.

Definitely the kind of dad to offer up the house for sleepovers and play-dates, even into high school. The Kim household is a place where kids love to go. There are always sodas in the fridge, always junk food in the pantry, and always the newest video game tech ready in the living room. Because of his nature, Yoosung relates a lot to kids, even as he grows older.

Honestly, Yoosung just tries to be there for his child, no matter what they need. If that’s money for a trip, he’s got it covered in surplus. If it’s a night to relax after a long week of finals, he’s already prepped their favorite meal and rented a movie. If it’s a talk about something important, he’s already sitting on the sofa with open arms.

Zen

Besides Seven, I think the person with the most to prove–and the most to make up for–when it comes to fatherhood is Zen. His childhood was a joke. Between his mother constantly telling him he was ugly, to the brother that betrayed him, it’s no wonder he has doubts about having his own child.

But, by god, is he a natural.

Of all the members of the RFA, I think that Zen’s loving and caring nature makes him the most natural father. While the others had some maturing to do, or at least a shift in central focus, Zen is already there. He’s already mature, and he already puts others first. While becoming a dad stretches muscles he hasn’t had to use before, it’s nothing that doesn’t come easy to him.

A really big thing for Zen is assurance. He’s constantly telling his kid how good they’re doing, even before they can comprehend what that means. From the very first breath they take, to their first steps and first words, to their first day at school, and every little thing that follows: Zen will always tell his child how amazing they’re doing. Even if they mess up, he’s right there, complimenting them on how hard they tried and how he’s proud that they didn’t give up.

But more than just ability, Zen is insistently reassuring his kid about their looks. That’s a really important facet of mental health. He knows all too well how a parent can affect how a child views themselves. ‘Cause if he can help it, his kid is going to grow up with the best damn body image ever. He knows he can’t prevent every bad thought that finds its way into their head, but he’d be damned if he was the cause of a single one of those demons.

He’s constantly telling them how good they look. When they’re younger and still unable to pick out their clothes, he tells them they look adorable. When they’re older, toddler to elementary, he allows them to dress themselves, even takes them shopping when they want a new look.

Who the hell cares if they pick out something that doesn’t conform with gender stereotype, or something with clashing colors? They look fucking adorable in that Pokemon shirt and zebra-pattern tutu. Anyone even thinks about saying something about it? Good luck. They gotta deal with Papa Zen.

When they’re a pre-teen and teenager, that freedom of expression expands into hair and makeup. Whatever gender they are, Zen is more than happy to encourage them to do whatever the hell they want with both. I mean, it’s not as if his look is traditional, per se. Even as a father, who is he to tell his kid what they can and cannot do to their appearance? As long as it doesn’t hurt themselves or anyone else, he couldn’t care less. He thinks it’s awesome.

Zen applies that attitude to most areas of parenting. Rules and punishments, personal choices, successes and failures–whatever his kid does, as long as they’re not hurting themselves or others, he supports them.

It’s not to say he’s not involved. Oh, no. Quite the opposite. Zen’s an actor, and as such, he knows how hard it can be for the world to accept someone that’s out of the ordinary (or what he would call extraordinary.) Whether that be a styling choice or a career choice or a romance choice, Zen will always be involved in his kid’s life. Never as an opposing force. Always as a supporting hand.

Basically, when it comes down to it, Zen is going to be the kindest, most supportive dad ever. His kid is going to know from day-one that Zen is always in their corner, and that if there’s anything they’re interested in or need help with, they can go to him. If they have problems, Zen is there to help. If they want to go after a dream that everyone says is impossible…Well, you know Zen is going to be right beside them, encouraging them to make their mark on the world.

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