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AURORA @ USF Verftet by Aleksandra Majak for Tuonela Magazine // 07.03.2024 // Bergen, Norway
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mindblowingscience · 5 months
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Scientists proposed a novel idea on Wednesday that could solve two of the world's mysteries at once—one that passes over our heads every night, and one that sits far below our feet. The first mystery has puzzled everyone from scientists to inquisitive children for millennia: where did the moon come from? The leading theory is that the moon was created 4.5 billion years ago when a would-be planet the size of Mars smashed into the still-forming Earth. This epic collision between early Earth and the proto-planet called Theia shot an enormous amount of debris into orbit, which formed what would become the moon. Or so the theory goes. Despite decades of effort, scientists have not been able to find any evidence of Theia's existence. New US-led research, published in the journal Nature, suggests they might have been looking in the wrong direction. Around 2,900 kilometers (1,800 miles) below Earth's surface, two massive "blobs" have baffled geologists since seismic waves revealed their existence in the 1980s.
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you call them flop posts but I call them reaching my target demographic: whichever mutuals are active rn
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whywishesarehorses · 7 months
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Banana for baby
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reevelt · 26 days
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they had a little bit of a date night at home. ever since the baby was born they haven't had much time for only the two of them
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masked-artist-xp · 6 months
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Decided to practice drawing expressions on skulls by drawing some of my fav skeletonssss :))))
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Avarice belongs to @a-v-j
Crossei belongs to @nyxus-nyx / @nyxus-nyx-2
Lust belongs to NSFWshamecave
Horror belongs to @horrortalecomic
Thea belongs to me
Detective Dust belongs to @switchthedragon
Slash belongs to @itsxroxannex
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thesovereignsring-if · 4 months
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Family members and RO'S reaction to MC on their death bed. Bring out the angst.
5 am agnst let’s goooooooo! I’ve been thinking about this long and hard. I didn’t know how to answer this for a while, but I think I know how now. Hahaha 😝
Finny: Crazy crying mess. He’d be in denial. He’d lash out and think there were be a way to fix things- until he can’t. Then he’d cry and curse the gods and then try to do everything he can for the MC, just so that he could spend as much time as he can with them. Instead of dying in bed, Finny would take the MC outside somewhere petty and meaningful to both of them. Probably a flower field if some sort and then he’d hold the MC and quietly cry as they pass on.
Thea: Would sit down and bring the box of letters she exchanged with the MC as children. She’d read them out loud and explain her thoughts at the time and what was going on in her life. When she’s done, she then pull out all the letter’s she never sent. The ones where all her real feelings are written. She’ll promise to write more even after the MC passes on because the love she has for them is timeless.
Linnet: She’d put up a front. She’s try her hardest to keep it together so that the MC can pass on without troubles or regrets. She’d put a front right until it’s time to say goodbye, then she’d be a mess. She’d confess all her affections, all her worries and regrets…but also how much she admires and appreciates the MC. She start talking about all the things she’s grateful for and she’d thank the MC for being alive and loving her. She promise to look after Alberich and Sieg for them and asks them to wait for her in the afterlife with a pinkyswear.
Medea: She’d cook the MC’s last meal and make sure it’s all their favorite things. She’d make sure they’re comfortable and have everything and anything they wanted. Then when it’s time to go, she’ll be honest with her feelings for the first and last time. She’d talk about her hopes and dreams-the ones she wanted to share with the MC and then say goodbye. But, if the MC was in any kind of pain, I’d think she’d be the one to ‘let them go’ peacefully. She’d want to do it with her own hands. Afterwards, I don’t think the MC would be alone for long.
Helios: Nobody would be able to find Helios. They’d think Helios dipped and abandoned the MC, but in truth, Helios would sneak in once the MC is alone and simply lie in bed with them. They’d want to try and imprint the feeling of the MC in their arms, remember every little detail, every little imperfection, the warmth and the smell. Afterwards, they’d have a tattoo of a little swan (the family sigil) right on their heart. A momento of their lover.
Eirik would be in denial. He’d try fighting the reality of the situation, he’d yell for a doctor or anyone to help the MC. But when he realizes there’s nothing he can do- he’ll break. The facade falls and Eirik becomes honest with this feelings for the first time. He’d be pathetic and beg the MC not to die and leave him alone. He’d finally say something along the lines of ‘I love you’. he’ll even be honest and say he might not be able to move on from this loss. Afterwards, he’d buildt a whole ship in memory of the MC.
Alberich: If Al had his way, I think he’d want to have some alone time with the MC. He’d pull up a chair and get their favorite book out and read, just like he would when they were children. He’ll hold off the tears and read the entire book until the MC ‘falls asleep’. Before breaking down and crying.
Sieghardt: I don’t think h’d show up, not unless someone forces him to. The idea of out living his youngest sibling and not being there for a majority of their live would eat at him to the point where he thinks he doesn’t deserve that spot on the bedside. Once the MC passes, he’d visit the their tombstone every single chance he gets. I don’t think he’d ever recover from the grief.
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the-fiction-witch · 3 months
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Just Breathe With Me
Media The Artful Dodger
Character Jack Dawkins
Couple Jack X Reader
Rating Sweet as Sugar!
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Requested Can you please do a Jack Dawkins x reader who has a panic attack? ( comfort/fluff no smut ) wait omg plz do 🙏 only if you're comfortable of course
Warnings: Panic Attack In great detail! Please be careful!
I opened my eyes and was forced into this world, for a few brief seconds I enjoyed my peace until the chaos ensued. 
Olivia cried in her crib, her little body in her baby clothes stood up in her crib, her hands on the top of the bars as she shook them, her face red and her eyes squeezed tight with tears streaming down her face. 
Luna screamed on her bed, wearing her little white nightie, she jumped up and down on her bed screaming at Martin, as he tried to take her teddy. 
Martin shouted as he was took all the various teddies and toys to steal for himself, half-dressed but nothing more than his socks and trousers.
Lucas hits his stick on various things in the house, not dressed at all so he runs around naked, each hit makes a loud bang. 
He even knocks off a vase causing it to smash and sending broken pieces all over the floor. 
I forced myself up out of bed, my body exhausted but I had little choice but to get up and function. I quickly cleaned up the broken vase and just got on. 
I briefly became an octopus or I wish I had,  as I managed to cook breakfast, get each of my siblings washed, dressed, hair brushed and presentable, get myself dressed, changed Olivia, quelled four arguments and made the beds Before we even hit the top of the hour. I felt faint but Ignored it and pushed on. 
And right on time once every job was done, my mother trudged down the staircase from her bedroom upstairs in her nightie, her hair matted and messy, her whole body stank of whiskey, she sat herself in the chair and snapped her fingers.
The snap caused my heart to jump from my chest to my throat, beating rapidly, I hated myself but I handed over her spirit bottle. 
She immediately took an intense swig of it, and the first words out of her mouth were harsh and bitter,
"Where's my vase?"
"Lucas broke it this morning," I told her,
"Find a replacement today."
"Yes Mother," I nodded, 
"And we are out of food."
"Yes, Mother I will get food at the market."
"and I need more drink."
"Yes, Mother I will get some,"
"They'll be late for the schoolhouse."
"I know, I'm just taking them." I nodded, "Come everyone school time." I told them to sort them all out with their books and what little lunch I could give them and got them all out the door on time, 
"You won't see me later, I'm going out."
"Yes Mother," I sighed "Perhaps not too late-"
"Dont. Say a word." She demanded, 
I nodded and just got going into town. 
Of course, the town was bustling with the commotion of carriages, horses, carts and people all going about their business. I did my best with Olivia on my hip to make sure everyone else behaved and avoided getting hurt, having to juggle the three of them to the schoolhouse. a twisting in my stomach but I didn't have time to dwell on it, 
As soon as they were in the school house I had to scamper my way across town to drop Olivia off at her nursery, then before I had much time I had to get myself to my work in the local tailor pushing open the door and heading in grabbing my apron as I went catching my short breath. 
"You're late again!" He snapped,
"Sorry Mr Ashworth, I had to drop my siblings off," I said quickly sitting at my old rickety sewing machine almost fifteen years old this machine but still I had to use it every day to do hems and repairs, the pile as tall as me beside my table, having to go slow but not too slow or I'll never get finished, fast but not to fast as to damage the fabric, or catch my fingers, or break a needle, every time I had to rethread the machine with a new colour or type of thread for a different fabric or use I held my breath for a few seconds it took to change but every second counts and I can't afford delays. The longer the day went on I began to lose feeling in my fingertips, with tingling of pins and needles in my fingers and toes, but I pushed through even if it did mean I cut myself more often as without feeling I got dangerously close to my scissors and needles.
As soon as work was over I had to rush across town and pick up my siblings from the school house, I tried to keep them all in line as we headed to the market, and I got all the things we would need for the next few days while also batting at their hands to try and get them to settle and not steal things even if some things had to be paid for because someone ran off with them, all the while I kept feeling these flashes or heat, or chill but I don't have time to dwell on temperature.
Once I got all the food I took them home and left them to play dropping the groceries off too before I returned back to town to go looking for a replacement for my mother's vase, it was slim pickings but I managed to get one and haggle down the price to what little I had left for this month. I knew by now my legs were trembling, and my body felt like giving in but all I needed now was to pick Olivia up, go home, make dinner, do a round of baths and get everyone to bed. Ready to do all of it again tomorrow. 
When a young boy ran past knocking into me sending me tumbling down to the ground the vase hitting the ground and smashing into a million little pieces.
"No... no... no no no no" I muttered trying to put it back together. 
And the moment it smashed, I completely broke open. 
Tears streamed down my face, as I cried hysterically, my breath short and shaky, my throat choking and tight with every breath, my mouth dry and sickly, my heart raced jumping in and out my chest, my fingers and toes numb, my head dizzy almost to faint, my every limb shook and sweated, my stomach churned and turned like a hurricane, I couldn't even think, or even begin to know where to start to fix myself. 
"Oh my goodness, are you alright?" A voice asked but I couldn't pick up much about it I just was lost almost distant from my body as it went through this agony, "Come on, with me." He said helping me to my feet and leading me to a rear alley out of sight of others, he helped me to lean against the wall and began to speak to me his voice soothing, and with his every word I began to slowly feel like I was swimming like I was at sea, my body a boat and slowly I was swimming back to it. "Okay, it's okay, Just breathe. Just Breathe with me... Breath in." He asked and I did my best even if I felt so short and so breathless, "And out." He asked so I did as he asked between my tears, "Okay, Just follow me just breathe with me, In... and out." He reassured He walked me through each breath he would make me inhale for five whole seconds, hold it for five more and then release for five seconds, he walked me through this for a good while until my breathlessness began to disappear, and between my tearful eyes my vision cleared and I saw him. 
He was a young man,  I wouldn't say much older than me, in brown trousers, a white shirt, a blue waistcoat, a green tie, a slightly purple jacket, and a hat, he had deep chocolate eyes and seemed to genuinely want to help me. 
"There we go, That a little better?" he asked and I nodded even if I still couldn't stop, "Alright, I want you to do some things for me, alright? Can you do that for me?" he asked and I nodded, "Alright, I want you to tell me three things you can hear, doesn't matter what just focus on the sounds and repeat them back to me."
For a moment I couldn't hear anything my ears ringing and burning but I knew one thing I could hear and I forced it out "You're voice."
"My voice,  That's perfect," He smiled, "You think you can do another one for me?"
I tried to listen to pour all my attention into my ears and I could hear "The Market Stalls,"
"You can hear the market? That's perfect, one more for me? One more thing?"
I listened closely trying hard to hear anything else "horseshoes,"
"Horseshoes, Excellent, what do you think they're from?"
"A carriage maybe?"
"Yeah I think so too," he chuckled, "You able to tell me your name?"
"Y/n."
"Y/n, That's a very lovely name." He smiled, "I'm Jack. You feel a little better?" he asked and I nodded "Good, That's very good. Just slow down, keep breathing for me, just stay here and stay still  a moment."
"I can't I need to-"
"The only thing you need to do right now is to get better. Trust me I'm a doctor. You're strung out to the limit and in the middle of a panic attack. Whatever it is I'm sure it can wait a moment." he said, "Y/n I want you to tell me three things you can see, doesn't matter what any three things."
I was nervous and still struggling but slowly my symptoms began to slow and I noticed just how fuzzy my voice was from the tears and how tunnelled my vision was, "Uhhh I uhh I see you..."
"Good, that's good you see me," he said, "Anything else?"
"The uhhh the sky."
"You see the sky, that's perfect, it's a very nice afternoon. One more I know you can do it."
"The wall, for the bakery."
"That's perfect, the bakery wall. Can you imagine all the lovely cakes, and pasties, and fresh loaves in there?"
"I uhh I can." I nodded,
"Excellent, One more little thing y/n, I want you to tell me three things you feel okay?"
as he said it I noticed just how little I really noticed but with each thing I listed to him I became more aware and more into this world again, 
"I, I feel the wall."
"How does it feel?"
"Cold, uhh stoney I suppose."
"Stoney?" he laughed, "what else?"
I slightly moved my feet feeling the dusty dirt around my boots slightly move to the side like sand as I did so, "I feel the dirt, as it pushes away."
"How does it feel against your boots?" 
"Rough and small" 
"That's good, one more for me, just one more."
As he asked it I felt almost normal, and I noticed "Your hand." I said, His hand graced mine his fingers on my wrist checking my pulse, the other on my neck but not harshly not as if attempting to harm me or threaten my throat but merely rested there as if he was monitoring my every gasp, 
"How do my hands feel?"
"Uhh Warm,"
"Good." 
"They feel rough," I blushed a little trying not to giggle while also trying to you know not insult the man who helped me, 
He chuckled, "Yeah, Surgeon. Sorry about that." He chuckled,
"Does that mean they are dirty?"
"I mean... yeah probably, I'm sorry for that too." 
"It's okay. I uhh Thank you." 
"You're welcome," He smiled, "I saw you were struggling I thought you were having a heart attack and first but no, a panic attack, Do you get these a lot?"
"unfortunately yes." 
"Alright, well. The best thing I can say is to try to manage your stress so it doesn't overflow, maybe slow down a little but those three sights, sounds, and feelings are really good it help calm and ground so use it when you can alright?"
"I uhh I will do my best." 
"I assume you have a stressful life?"
"Understatement." 
"If I let you go right now are you going to go straight back to the level of stress you were at?"
"I uhh... I am late from picking my sister up, and I need to get a new vase for my mother, and I need to get home and do dinner and get everyone to"
"Okay. Okay." he said stopping me, "I'm getting bloody anxious just listening to that," 
"Sorry-"
"It's alright, I was heading home anyway I can come give you a hand if you like?"
"No no, I couldn't-"
"It's no trouble, you need to relax a little if I can take something off your plate anything it'll help. In fact as your doctor at this moment I insist." 
"Well okay, my mother insists I come home with a new vase."
"Okay, I can find a vase. anything particular?"
"No, just a vase."
"Okay." He nods,
"I uhh but I don't have any money left."
"You let me worry about that, it's on me." He smiled, "I'll meet you back here when I'm done." he smiled heading off back to the market, 
I blushed but smiled and headed on my way picking up Olivia luckily she was asleep by now, and I returned to the alley where Jack already waited with a vase in hand. 
"Did I do good?"
"It's beautiful. How'd you-"
"It's best not to ask questions." he winked, "Aww who's this little lady?"
"This is Olivia." I smiled letting him see her but not wake her,
"Aww, she's beautiful, your daughter?"
"Sister, well half-sister really... though I don't honestly know." I answered, "But thank you so much, I really need to get home now,"
"Alright, I'll walk with you, so long as you don't mind,"
"Ohh no of course not, thank you."
"It's alright no trouble, here you take this, and I'll take this little lady." He smiled handing me the vase and taking Olivia letting her sleep on his shoulder as we walked, by the time we got home I felt a rush of anxiety as the house was a tip and my siblings losing their minds from being home alone so long, 
"Oh no no no."
"It's okay, don't worry. You take her and get her to bed. I'll take this lot and sit with them in the garden we can have a play around and get some energy out"
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, it's no problem," he said,
"Alright, Okay everyone outside with Mr- uhh"
"Dr, Dawkins."
"Everyone out to the gardens with Dr Dawkins," I told them and of course, a chance to play outside was not passed up, he went out with them and I began work I put Olivia down to sleep in her cot and cleaned the house as best and putting the new vase on the shelf. Once done I sighed in relief and went out keeping the door open as I saw Jack helping my siblings, playing with them, playing a game of knights. Luna is a princess, Martian is a dragon and Lucas is a knight with Jack narrating them and helping them play. 
I smiled and took a seat on the bench outside the front door taking a rare moment to... be at peace, 
"You feel a bit better now?" He asked sitting beside me, 
"Yes, thank you, Jack."
"you're very welcome. they're great, a lot of energy."
"Yeah well the get cooped up a lot." 
"You know talking does wonders for anxiety." He smiled, "I'm not that sort of doctor but I'm happy to listen anyway?"
"I don't want to burden you, you've done enough."
"It's not a burden I want to help, and I admit I'm curious about you." 
I chuckled a little, "Well, we live here all of us."
"All five of you?"
"Six my mother too."
"Ahh, your father?"
"Never met him."
"You said Olivia might be your half-sister, where's her father?"
"They all are my half-siblings, as far as I know. None of us have the same father, as far as I am aware. None of them have ever met them."
"I see. You're mother she a -"
"She was,"
"That explains that then."
"It does, yeah."
"Then... why are you looking after them?"
"Mother... likes to drink."
"Ohh."
"yeah."
"I see. So she just goes out and drinks all day? leaves you alone with them?"
"Pretty much, sometimes she's here just... hungover as all hell."
"So you do... everything I guess?"
"cook. clean. baths. bed. back and forth to school."
"I'm surprised you didn't crack sooner..."
"Well, sink or swim I guess."
"I suppose so, still school gives you some break time I guess."
"I wish, got to go to work while they're at school, and Olivia isn't old enough yet."
"Hold up- You work?"
"Yes."
"You have a job! on top of basically full-time caring for four kids?"
"Yes."
"what do you do?"
"Tailor's assistant in town, I run the old machine in the back doing alterations."
"Ohh my god- that's a tough busy job. You work quickly in there."
"We do, two days or less for your garment to impress he really likes that motto." 
"I know, I got this repaired in like a day last time I got a rip in it," he said looking at his shirt,
"Yeah I think I remember it," I laughed looking at the familiar shirt, "Yeah, I was going fast the seam is crooked," I laughed 
"Ohh? I never looked that closely at it." He laughed, "How many hours do you work?"
"Eight hours a day seven days a week." 
"Holy- no wonder you're running yourself ragged. I'm a doctor and I don't work that much!"
"Well, I'm the only income coming in, got six mouths to feed."
"You are amazing, you know that?"
"I am."
"You are. That is insane, and the fact you do it with such grace. It's astonishing."
"Thank you," I blushed. 
"If I may be so bold, If you need an extra pair of hands, and you do. I'm more than happy to come help."
"I couldn't ask you to do that,"
"You're not asking me, I'm asking you. You're only going to get worse unless you lighten your load, and all although panic attacks are best just ridden out... they can cause serious damage." He explained, "I want to help, even if its just little things. I can take one job off you a day, or take them for an hour and go play in the garden just, something to lighten your load a little."
"You'd really do that?"
"I would,"
"Why?"
"Becuase you need help, and as a doctor, I can't stop myself from helping those who need it. and right now... you need it more than anyone."
"Thank you Jack," I smiled leaning my head on his shoulder,
"You're welcome Y/n" He smiled, kissing my head. "Now, how about you look after them I'll get dinner on?"
"It's a deal."
"Good girl, What uhh... what am I cooking?"
"Soup,"
"Soup?"
"Yeah,"
"What kind of soup?"
"Leek soup." 
"Just leek soup? you have any bread for it?"
"No."
"Okay, new plan you wait here and look after them I will get dinner as my treat."
"I can't ask you to-"
"No. No. I'm doing it. at very least getting bread if nothing else,"
"Alright."
"Good, I'll see you as soon as I can." he smiled kissing my cheek before he took his stuff and headed back toward town. 
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a-titty-ninja · 7 months
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my new best friends
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Magic Flower in Another World cover inspired by this
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papastarion · 2 months
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Papastarion Headcanons Pt. 7
The brainrot doesn’t stop. I am so sorry.
•Over time, Astarion manages to re-attune himself with his elven nature. Primarily, he manages to reverie, most nights. The nightmares may always prey on him, but there are nights of peace, too. Mostly recent memories, even amidst the chaos of the grand adventure their now disjointed band had embarked on as unsuspecting victims, and even less suspecting heroes. The warmth of his beloved’s touch, welcome and genuine. The harmless annoyance when he manages to rile Gale up into one of his infamous rants. Karlach playing fetch with Scratch. Nights by the campfire (though he tries not to think of all the bugs.) Community, with all its wonders and growing pains.
•He finds it easier to slip into reverie properly if he has something to focus on. Some nights that means chewing on a problem to be solved for the sake of the Underdark’s newest settlement. Other nights it’s the sound of Thea’s (Tav/Durge’s) heartbeat. Then, once it’s no longer just the two of them, he takes great comfort in listening to the sound of their unborn child’s heartbeat. As much as doubts and worries mix with excitement and, gods, hope, that sound brings a great deal of peace.
•He doesn’t rely on reverie to help him remember the little details of their children’s lives. He doesn’t want to forget a moment of them, especially since dhampirs don’t inherit their vampiric parent’s immortality. He journals, dating everything. First words. When their first steps happened, and where, and how old they were. What their favorite food was once they learned to tolerate solids. When their fangs came in. When they lost their first tooth. Anecdotes. Simple things like “Eldritch had a fever today, and so refused to sleep anywhere that wasn’t against me so he could keep cool,” or “We tried cutting Nim’s hair today, and she might be more of a peacock about her locks than her father,” or even just “I hugged Pip today, for a quite the while…I don’t want to think about the day where he decides a hug from his world-saving parents is a detriment to his social reputation.”
•Astarion is terrible at baby talk. He just doesn’t have that instinct, or realize that’s something people do. Instead, he’ll walk around the house with a baby 30 days into their existence explaining the finer points socio-political structures and how they effect lawmaking decisions.
•Traveling never really stops, not even when Thea’s pregnant. If she’s good to go and they’ve got somewhere they want or need to be, they go. That doesn’t mean Astarion isn’t Stressed to the Max the Whole Time.
•Co-conspirator Supreme. If there’s a prank to be pulled, he wants in.
•He doesn’t realize that he’s not all that different from Other Adults to the kids. He doesn’t realize that to them Dad has always been kind of chilly to the touch, or that his fangs are just longer versions of their own, or that his eyes are just red. That’s just the color they are. He’s only scary if something is scary to them—he’s never scary to them, only for them.
•He makes blankets for each before they’re born, because he doesn’t want their first instinct when he holds them to be anything other than safety, and the feeling of warmth.
•And gods help him when they reach that inquisitive “must touch everything” phase. Those fangs he was so worried they would fear inevitably become Forbidden Toys they all try to grab, and sometimes he’s too tired to even pull their hands away.
•Yeah, he complains about it constantly.
•Yeah, he misses it when they’re older.
•No, he’ll never admit it.
•Protective as he is, he does enjoy bringing them around the spawn and his siblings—once they’re older, of course. He’s still terrible at sharing with them when it comes to baby holding privileges, but he loves showing off.
•He’s that parent that won’t stop bragging about their kids. He talks about them like they hung the stars in the sky and command the sun to rise for their own entertainment. If you don’t know him, it’s annoying. If you do, it’s still annoying, but it’s at least endearing, too.
•Misses the baby stage more than he thinks he will. He tries not to dwell on the fact that his children are mortal, because he’s glad they don’t bear his lot in life, but he also doesn’t want to think about the day they’re no longer sharing the world with him and their mother.
•Is so scared he won’t actually manage to be a good parent, but quickly adapts when he realizes that they’re his, and he’s going to take care of them, and that matters above all else.
•Spoils them rotten. If the kids want something, they know to ask Dad. (They usually don’t even have to ask.)
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kofi doodle request
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whywishesarehorses · 22 days
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The barn got a donkey!! Thea is so incredibly enamored, and the mini is pissed about all of it
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