#air babies

[airteacher]

//I think I've said it before, but I'll say it again:

What if Rohan's an earthbender?

#ooc #i'm sure we'll find out eventually #like in a comic or something #legend of korra #rohan #air babies #he has the eyes of an earthbender

[strawberri-draws]

Cannot wait for the Mom Team Up

#my art #fanart #the owl house fanart #toh #toh fanart #the owl house #NO SPOILERS !!!!! #I have NOT seen the leaks (and don’t want to) >:( #I plan to watch the new ep when it airs because unlike some people I respect the time and hard work put into art 😭 like y’all wtf #anyways rant over #I just want them to be friends :> #they bond over beating up Luz’s enemies #also the fact Camila is a veterinarian will come in handy (I think) with raising a baby titan #I just want them to be mom bffs ok :( #also they can both absolutely rock ur shit <3

[jedi-starbird]

Time Travel is my favourite trope and I think we need more fics where both Obi-Wan AND Qui-Gon time travel together because no matter when they get sent it's chaos. They're saving the galaxy and being physic flash-bangs to everyone around them.

like before Bandomeer?

The entire council is baffled to watch as Qui-Gon 'never taking a padawan again' Jinn has suddenly cut off his post-Xanatos depression tour to return to the temple and beeline to the creche with a frantic energy. His wild eyes immediately single out a fluffy, red-haired initiate.

"You." he exhales with a pointed finger, slightly ominous as he towers over the child. Said child starts vibrating with delight. "Me." he agrees, launching himself at the man. Qui-Gon drops to his knees with a thud that cannot be healthy. Obi-Wan's attempts to clamber into Qui-Gon's robes and maybe onto his shoulders is thwarted by the fact that Qui-Gon's massive hands are cupping Obi-Wan's tiny squishy cheeks. He stares at the initiate for a few minutes with an intensity that is starting to worry people.

Finally, "You're so small." Qui-Gon sounds like he might cry.

'What the fuck?' Plo Koon projects at Mace.

"I'm 9! That tends to be the case!" the child chirps back.

"You're nine." Oh. Ah. Qui-Gon's eyes are distinctively misty. He squishes the boy in a hug so hard he squeaks. Mace makes a series of gestures that imply the need for a head-scan. Depa obligingly drifts off towards the halls. Qui-Gon scoops the child up onto his hip and claims him as his padawan on the spot. The assorted council members and creche-masters burst into noise. Mace tells Depa to bring some space ibuprofen as well.

after Naboo?

Anakin is a little apprehensive of his place in both the order and Obi-Wan's life, but then one day Obi-Wan wakes up and is suddenly a lot less sad in the force?? In fact, if Anakin didn't know better he'd say he was almost giddy, but he's watched Obi-Wan try to pretend his world hasn't fallen apart for the past few months so it can't be that, right? And um, Miss Bant? He knows grief is a funny thing that affects people differently but he's pretty sure 'massive mood swing' and 'having full conversations with invisible people' is not...great? and you said to tell you if Obi-Wan got really weird in any way.

Anyway after a lot of medical exams, intense consultation with the archives, and a couple exorcisms, Anakin ends up being raised by his 'real' master and his ghost master. He is far more well adjusted emotionally and far less well adjusted for what counts as normal people behavior(not talking to thin air). When questioned on this, all he ever says is that he's talking to Qui-Gon. Isn't he...dead? Well, yes. Wait, he's a ghost? Ghosts are real? ...Well this ghost is real.

This starts a great number of existential crises among non-force sensitives and incredibly heated theological arguments amongst the Jedi. Whenever Obi-Wan is questioned on this, all he ever says is some variation of "the force got to know him for 5 seconds and kicked him back out." Mace backs him up on this even though that reasoning is technically blasphemous. Qui-Gon is having the time of his un-life. He's ascended to his final form, his sheer existence is a heresy, this is truly all he has ever aspired towards.

the Clone Wars?

The minute they get dropped back Qui-Gon immediately goes and haunts the shit out of Dooku. They have a signed terms of surrender and promise of info on the Sith Lord within the year. Only half of it is because Qui-Gon's giving Dooku complexes that are only perceptible to shrimp, the other half is because they now have a ghost spy that is not bound by the laws of physics nor spacetime.

Obi-Wan only nominally pays attention to this as he immediately goes and implements his 19 step seduction plan with Cody (he had to focus on something on Tatooine to pass the time). It fails. Spectacularly. Publicly. Ah right. Tatooine was not exactly the height of his sanity. Everyone in the GAR and temple is now riveted by High General and Councilor Obi-Wan Kenobi's attempts to go on a date with his Commander, who bats him away him like a particularly annoying stray and seems one bouquet of cactus away from committing mutiny. Anakin is worrying if it means his master knows about his secret marriage and this is some sort of really weird power play. (It is, but not in the way he thinks)

The next time Dooku goes after Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon spends a good few months appearing tear-stained at the edge of Dooku's perception and only communicating in terrible wails and discordant mutterings of 'padawan. my padawan. my little one.' 24/7.

"Wait, you're annoying Dooku into surrendering?"

"Oh no Anakin, we're crushing his psyche like a bug. :)"

#everyone feel free to use these i crave more time travel fics #the sheer power qui gon would have as a fully communicating force ghost before and during the clone wars is astounding #qui gon with baby obi wan is like inconsolable sobs cause he never saw him this small and then his life was so sad and he couldnt even hug #him on tatooine but now look at his boy!!! so small and huggable!!!! #they absolutely weaponise baby obi against others his wet cat eyes are 1000% stronger now #they drop him in dookus lap like look grandpadawan:) #if you hold the grandpadawan maybe your sith behaviour will calm down :/ #anyway them together is like they throw enough bullshit into the air to blind everyone while they speedrun important changes in the back #after naboo is like everyone offering obi wan condolences and obi responding yeah im going to need them the fucker wont stay down #star wars #obi wan kenobi #qui gon jinn #qui gon and obi wan #fic ideas #time travel shenanigans #codywan #anakin skywalker #disaster lineage #count dooku

[oddthesungod]

Zeph'aeratam💨🌸

#critical role #critical role fanart #orym #orym of the air ashari #critical doodles #i miss my baby boy i hope he's ok 😔😔😔😔 #also i fucking hate drawing tattoos but for my boy Orym I WILL DO IT

[hexedwithluck]

2021 Angewomon twt log 😇

#oh my god i went insane over her on twitter when the 2020 reboot was airing #i ended up really not liking the reboot in the end but i still love angie so much... #literally my first exposure to a girlboss when i was a baby. she was suchhhhh a gamechanger in my life #digimon #digimon adventure #angewomon #エンジェウーモン #my art

[smokestarrules]

God. I love s2 Amity, don’t get me wrong, but. S1a Amity’s vibes are just sooooo fucking iconic. This girl hasn’t had more than four hours of sleep in three years. She won’t call you out for cheating in the classroom but she will jump on top of the lunch table to catch you in the act. She is constantly surrounded by people but she has no friends. She dislikes her siblings and they genuinely loathe her in return. She has a mental breakdown after accidentally cheating in a competition. Her slowly worsening crush on Luz is one of the best-written growing-in-the-background crushes of all time. She is one of the most talented witches in her class but she’s also not talented enough to be in a class other than Abominations 101. She is the funniest character in the show.

#literally idk if I’ll ever feel the same way about another characters #I wanna go back to when s1 was airing #a simpler time #wanna feel the rush of adrenaline during grom #god. August 2020 baby #toh #the owl house #amity blight #edric blight #emira blight #luz noceda #lumity #smokey speaks #500 #1k #10k

[unbearably-4live]

que onda 🪐

#me #body #latina #latin babes #curvy body #latin girls #mine #curvy girls #bd/sm babygirl #yo #baby #daddy’s babygirl #daddy issues #welcome home arg #argentina #buenos aires #bs as

[littlenimart]

i gotta focus. I’m shifting into Gomens mode.

#good omens #rewatched s1 last week and went to s2 screening in BK in prep for S2 and I’m sick with da fever baby #air conditioning #ineffable husbands #<- tagging both but I way prefer air conditioning… calling anything ___ husbands just gives me 2012 flashbacks it’s a me problem

[realbeefman]

i put on both my yaoi and my incest goggles before i consume any piece of media and this is why my textual analysis will always be more enlightened and factually correct than

#currently pretending to deliberate between watching bates motel and supernatural knowing DAMN WELL #im about to put on family guy #which also is an insane show for incest btw. like if u really watch it its kind of crazy that they aired this #like why is stewie the baby fuckin the family dog!?!? #why is chris always hitting on meg!?!? #seth mcfarlane i need to have so many words with you #supernatural #bates motel #the vampire diaries #as i lay dying

[unexpectedbrickattack]

"A Dad helping his kids beat a hard level in super mario land; 1990s"

Ref under the cut!

#pizza tower #peppino spaghetti #peppino #toppins #arts #mine #i couldnt decide which one was better #so i just included the five o'clock shadow vers in it #dont @ me #its SO funny; drawing that literally transported me to my tf2 era #YEARS of drawing soldier finally paying off lmao #anyway ive been thinkin of the toppins..... #little babies #hes like??? the kids are congregating....what happened?? #and its one of them dying repeatedly on a stage #IMMEDIATELY they r like MR PEPPERONI CAN YOU HELP!?? #'peppino-' ' MR PEPPINO!!!!!!!!!!' #pls imagine the mush toppin yellin that w the cadence of a six yr old girl and wiggling their arms in the air #prob the pineapple toppin that was playin; like the cool older sibling(tm) #they just hand the system over to him bc hes GOTTA know what to do #he LOOKS inconvenienced but hes got resting bitch face; hes just vibin rn #hfdjkfdhkfsd everytime i finish a thought im like god im writing a fucking paragraph #the wall of tags in the editor takes up my ENTIRE page #ANYWAY x2 #GAMER PEPPINO !!!! #no its more like how my mom used to help me in zelda and starfox #watching her clear stages for me after work is a v fond memory of mine #and my dad too! but he helped more with shooters #like jet force gemini and quake #heehee

[lylikers]

some harrows of varying mental states and hairstyles

#my art #the locked tomb #harrowhark nonagesimus #griddlehark #i dont often get like this with deeply angsty characters because i love wallowing in the angst most of the time #but i need harrow to be happy more than i need air in my lungs #so i will continue to make her do random mundane happy things in my mind #what if she held a baby

[airteacher]

🤬 The only good thing about your children is that they're the grandchildren of Avatar Aang. Jinora is a bossy little know-it-all, Ikki and Meelo are annoying and immature even for their young age, and I don't hold out much hope for Rohan being an improvement.

//not accepting // Send 🤬 + an insult directed at one of my muse's loved ones to see how they react!

Bonus: For every loved one they defend, they have to give a genuine compliment to themselves as well.

"If that's all you can see in them, then I'd say you have a bit of growing to do yourself. My children are excellent young people capable of great achievement."

Bonus:

"Four compliments? My goodness... let's see... I am responsible, clean, fit, and... astute.

#Anonymous #air babies #insult meme

[postmortemnivis]

spring was simon’s favourite season.

maybe because it meant rebirth, seeing the trees turn a vivid green again and the fields full of flowers and colours gave him hope. he loved to wake up and open his window in the early days of april, when the world was finally getting rid of the chilly morning breeze that always made him sick the first weeks of winter. every time he felt the air getting warmer, he couldn’t wait to change his heavy winter jacket into his windbreaker.

maybe it was because his birthday was in may, and despite not having celebrated it like he should’ve when he was a kid, he knew you would never forget to wake him up with a soft peck on the lips.

‘morning birthday boy.

if you asked him, he would tell you he liked spring better than summer because the weather was more enjoyable, not too hot yet not cold. spring’s light showers were his favourite noise to wake up to, after the one of the coffee maker he got you for christmas.

the real reason simon was so devoted to spring, almost as much as he was to you, were you. what did you expect from him?

he knew you probably couldn’t remember, but all those years back, you two met in early spring, after a particularly difficult winter.

simons life had been a deep, cold and dark winter for the past years. two, five, ten, who kept count anymore? his days would blend one into the other, seasons slowly turning into the next, he almost couldn’t tell the difference between august and february. seasonal depression was real, but somehow it lingered all around the year for him. that was before you.

you were the first shy sun ray that filtered through the clouds, quite literally. you, as fresh as the cold rain, and you heart, as warm as a late may afternoon, were all he needed to get out of his hibernation. you were what simon needed to wake up, the signal that spring and all beautiful things were on the way, that he needed to arise and get out of his hollow tree.

for the first time in years, simon’s eyes realized that spring was blooming everywhere around him, he was just too deep into his winter, blind, to notice; the flowers were blossoming, as beautiful as ever. he was grateful.

for you, for spring, for the sun finally caressing his face and skin and for your sweet kisses, each of them feeling like the first warm day after months of wind and snow.

“good morning, birthday boy.” you whispered as you kissed his lips.

simon squeezed his eyes shut before slowly opening them. he’d heard you get up, of course, the moment you started stirring in bed he was informed you were awake. you could try to keep the military out of the house, but the instincts followed him home, whether you liked it or not.

your bright smile was beaming at him, your hands on his bare broad chest as you sat on his hips, your thighs on either side of his waist.

“‘mornin’ beautiful.” he mumbled, resting a strong hand on your hip as he sat back, leaning against the headrest.

“breakfast’s in the kitchen,” you smiled, “i made coffee too.”

he hummed. “can smell it. i heard you too.”

you grinned.

“what’re grinning at?” he tiredly grinned back.

“want me to bring you breakfast in bed?” you said, “we can stay here in bed all day if you want to.”

he shook his head. “nah, love, i’m coming to the kitchen. i’ll be ready in a minute.”

you brought your lips to his again before getting off of him and caressing his cheek as you walked back to the kitchen, waiting for him.

his eyes followed your figure until you left the room, and he raised his gaze to the ceiling for a minute before shuffling his feet to the bathroom. he closed the door and stood in front of the sink, his hands on either side of the ceramic. his brown eyes, so dark they looked black, remained fixed on his reflection before he walked to the big window and opened the panes.

“simon?” you called. “baby, your coffee’s getting cold!”

his broad figure stood there, studying the nature outside. there was a small park in front of the flat, a little green heaven where mostly children went to play, he could hear from there the laughters and giggles. the trees, wild cherries and guelder rose followed the small street, their branches almost reaching the top floor where you lived.

“comin’ love.”

it was the middle of may, almost summer, and simon took a big breath of the fresh morning air before leaving the window open as he turned around and walked to the kitchen, right into his little piece of spring.

#simon riley #simons a loverboy at heart #postmortemnivis #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #spring is in the air #my baby #i love spring #springtime

[jesperfahxey]

BEN RADCLIFFE as JOHN BRADY MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024)

#john brady #masters of the air #mota #motaedit #mastersoftheairedit #appletvedit #appletvgifs #appletvsource #tvedit #hbowardaily #tvgifs #tvshowgifs #mediagifs #my creations #*gifs #baby boy baby <33

[wilteddreamsofbaldursgate]

New dad Astarion who is about to see his newborn child for the first time.

Of course, he expects his child to be the personification of serene beauty and divine grace. Them to have their father’s silken silvern locks, his immaculately chiselled features—the artwork perfected by Tav’s wonderful watercolour eyes…

And then he actually sees the child and—well—everybody assures him that, yes, Astarion, all babies look like that barely a half hour after birth…

He kind of has to take that at face value because he hasn’t seen an awful lot of newborns in his lifetime.

But it would’ve been nice if someone had told him that newborns happen to look like shrivelled potatoes, because he’s really, really trying to not let his bewilderment show. 

Astarion swallows. 

Tav’s beautiful eyes are watching him, waiting for a reaction—an enthusiastic one, no less. 

Maybe Tav will believe that he’s overcome with emotions at seeing his firstborn child? 

“Oh my, darling, I’m…speechless,” is all he can choke out, though, being rather proud that it’s at least not a lie. 

To his luck, Tav only nods dreamily, her full attention back on the odd little bundle in her arms.

“Isn’t she perfect?”

Yes, perfectly hideous. 

Astarion only hums in a way of reply.

That—his daughter, he supposes—is with no doubt one of the ugliest things he’s ever seen, but he has a feeling that his honesty wouldn’t be appreciated after Tav laboured for hours to give birth to this…potato-baby.

“Come, hold her, Astarion,” Tav says, then, bidding him to sit next to her on the bed.

The mattress shifts under Astarion’s weight and he obediently holds his arms out so that Tav can gently place the sleeping child against his chest.

Now that Astarion can take a better look, he can confirm that his daughter’s hair is of an indefinable colour and that her features are neither his nor Tav’s, plain as can be. Surely it won’t stay like that?

He and Tav are so ridiculously beautiful, their child can only be drop-dead gorgeous, right?

Astarion’s stomach drops indeed when, suddenly, something occurs to him. 

Oh dear, what if it’s his fault? He has no recollection of his family whatsoever; it’s very much possible that he and his immaculate looks are the exception in his lineage, and that he’s passed on only those mysterious less-than-perfect genes…Tav, as per usual, can’t be the issue!

Astarion is still catastrophizing when the bundle in his arms begins to stir.

All of a sudden, gold-speckled pale green eyes are looking up at him as if to ask what the fuck this weirdo’s problem might be. 

“Oh,” the weirdo in question exclaims at once. “Darling, look, she has your eyes!”

Tav, hugging him from behind, rests her chin on his shoulder, so she can watch as Astarion’s finger tenderly strokes their baby’s chubby cheek.

Their daughter also has, as it turns out, ten fingers and toes, a cute little nose and a hungry mouth—everything that’s supposed to be there is there, and it seems to be working fine, too—which is a huge relief. 

And aren’t those the tiniest pointy ears Astarion has ever seen? Let alone the unexpectedly strong fingers grasping at his!

Astarion, worries forgotten in a heartbeat, can’t help but smile at the baby in his arms. 

She is perfect, after all. 

Tav, face hidden in the crook of his neck, begins to tremble against his back. 

For a second, Astarion thinks she’s crying but then her laughter fills the chamber. It takes her a good moment to articulate whatever it is she finds so very funny.

“She'll grow out of it, you know?” Tav giggles in between her fits of laughter. 

Astarion stiffens. “Of what?”

“The turnip look. That’s what you’ve been worrying about the whole time, haven't you?”

“I was leaning more towards potatoes—but yes, I might’ve been a little worried about that,” Astarion admits sheepishly, although a grin is already tugging at his lips.  

Regaining her composure, Tav reaches over Astarion’s shoulder, her hand joining his as they get to know their child.

“Give it a couple of days and she will look like your proper little elf—beautiful just like her father.”

A content sigh leaves Astarion’s lips, right before he presses them against Tav’s temple.

“That’s the second best news I’ve heard today, my heart, truly.”

#astarion #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #dadstarion #astarion x tav #astarion headcanons #astarion x f!tav #baldur's gate astarion #astarion ancunin #to the best worst dad #astarion father of the year every year #Inspired by Howl from Howl's Moving Castle or rather Castle in the Air #where his first words upon seeing his newborn son are “My word he's ugly!”—truly an inspirational man! #my grandma said for legal reasons i'm not allowed to call any babies ugly so these are astarion's words not mine #just so we're on the same page #emicha writes

[worstloki]

Yemen in every single announcement: and we continue to stand in solidarity with the oppressed people of Gaza

the US: the black men attack international shipping routes in order to threaten our noble democracy which they baselessly hate

#the US like yeah this is our uhm democracy and this is our baby democracy and The Africans Hate Us For No Reason #the US is like this is completely unrelated to any other international event and they have always been volatile #the US like they're a terrorist organization so we must air strike on their civilians to stop them #Yemen #Palestine