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foxdimitrescu · 6 months
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This is an older drawing of a more stylized verson of my darling, Dani! The resident lover game has brought back some passion for this fandom, so I thought Id redo the lineart and post! As always, constructive criticism is welcome and I hope yall enjoy <3
Ps: GO PLAY THE GAME IF YOU HAVENT YET WKSUWGWJEB8W5
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1introvertedsage · 1 year
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daisywords · 6 months
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One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.
Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.
It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?
Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.
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regonold · 21 days
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Danny gets deaged and heads to Gotham to find jazz at collage there's only one problem he knows where the collage is just now where jazz's class is
Enter one bruce wayne who genuinely just so happened to be there (he's pulling a brucie wayme stunt) seeing a small kid looking around worried so what does the serial adopter do? Well he goes up to the kid of course crouching down to ask if he's ok whats his name wheres his parents or siblings?
Now jazz, jazz all but raised danny she protected him from a young age and helped him with anything he needed and durimg her time at collage she had worried for him, with the amount of bull her parents spouted she wouldn't be surprised if danny up and left
So imagine her surprise when she spotted her baby brother de aged talking to some stranger and at that moment every instinct flared and she remembered every warning she read or heard about Gotham and she acted
Danny was just looking for his sister when some guy crouched down to talk with him after asking some questions danny heard a sound he was familiar with jazz running
Bruce really wasn't expecting to be kicked for trying to help a kid
Artistic representation of jazz kicking bruce\/
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madeleineengland · 2 months
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Baby flying bisons ❤
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puppetmaster13u · 4 months
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Prompt 163
Danny pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath, counting to ten and then letting it out. Why was this always his luck? Alright. Okay. Time to move again thanks to Dan pushing his body too far again, and ending up in his core. This was not how he was expecting to spend his days when he ghost-adopted his clone and sort-of son now actual son. Welp, he’ll throw a dart at the map to figure out where he’ll go next. 
Hm. Well, pack up Ellie! They’re moving to a place called Smallville, you always wanted a horse, right?
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crystalflygeo · 11 months
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Ok but imagine dragon!Zhongli fills you up with eggs and by the time they hatch you end up with a bunch of tiny baby dragons squirming around like worms. What'd you do then??
WHAT'D I DO?? TAKE CARE OF MY CHILDREN OF COURSE???
"Worms", the audacity they are dragons and they are my precious babies omg
But fr tho imagine like a dozen of tiny baby noodles with a bit of fur and tiny stubby horns just curling up on your lap or around you as you sleep, draped around your shoulder, on top of your head (and Zhongli's) that is so cute pls too adorable. 💕
I'd imagine they'd be still too weak/young to fly let alone shapeshift so they're housebound, zhongli and you have to take turns watching them and going out to do stuff. Also since they're dragons/reptiles they wouldn't need milk?? rather probably just smol pieces of meat or like soft food aaaaaaaaaaaa too cute imagine feeding them with a spoon carefully.
Until they start teething that it, then they become lil menaces, biting everything on sight including each other when play fighting and/or their father (lmao) Zhongli would make small crystals they can bite into instead of destroying everything 💕
Speaking of their father imagine Zhongli feeling the urge to take dragon form just so he can curl around them and soothe them in a way they'd be more instinctually comfortable with (PAPA DRAGON ZL INSTINCTS RUNNING WILD IMAGINE HIM LICK-BATHING THEM SVCGAHBAK 🥺💕💕💕) tho they 1000% recognize you as mama and like to burrow in your hair or under your shirt (babies noooo) and just be close to/on top of you at all times
JUST A BUNCH OF TINY NOODLE BABY DRAGONS I WOULD WEEP I WOULD CRY like I did these???? I made them with my husband?? my babies??
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smth like this is you will AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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goryhorroor · 8 months
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on my knees in appreciation for my short haired horror girls
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matchstique · 8 months
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Flying and walking practice!
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I did little sketches of the future peeps handling Casey at different stages of childhood. Now I am rendering them out. And damn, it’s fun to try and render this stuff out. I hope you enjoy!
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snakeredbirdbatkatana · 2 months
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In a way this was the best outcome.
Timothy Drake was always meant to die.
He cheated the reaper when he was nine knife at his throat chasing around vigilantes who wouldn't have ever known him as anything other than a statistic.
He survived past fifteen which for any boy who wears those bright colors knows is an achievement.
Luck is what they will say.
Bad luck specifically wrong place right time at least in his mind.
Bleeding out with his brothers surrounding him.
A bullet he took before it could reach Damian.
He can see him he looks terrified standing a good two feet away which is an accurate description of them a gap that neither boy could ever seem to close.
Jason lost his mask somewhere he can feel the press of his fingers trying to keep blood in. Demanding it. Hopeing for a miracle. That's Jason Todd.
Holding him Dick's arms wrapped around him whispering
"I have you sweetheart I know it hurts, Dad's coming baby just a little bit longer."
He remembers a poem he found right after Jason died he had wondered if Jason raged fought tooth and nail to keep breathing.
But with all his brothers here his Father on the way he can't think of a better time.
As his breathe slows and he feels his vision fade he doesn't fight.
Lying in his brothers arms Timothy Jackson Drake takes his last breath.
Peacefully falling into the night.
There was no rage only a sense of peace for a tired hero who could finally rest.
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antitheticaldrmgirl · 8 months
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In case anyone still needs them, here are the new unreleased 2003 Taylor Swift songs that just surfaced. Genius and other lyric sites aren't allowing the lyrics to be uploaded yet, so I included lyrics too.
Same Girl (previously leaked)
Baby Blue (not previously leaked)
Never Fade (previously leaked)
Fire (not previously leaked)
Mary Jo (not previously leaked)
My Turn To Be Me (previously leaked)
Kid In The Crowd (not previously leaked)
I Used To Fly (previously leaked)
Lucky You - acoustic version (not previously available)
Point Of View (previously leaked)
Why Do You Tell Me? (not previously leaked)
Houston Rodeo (not previously leaked)
A Little More Like You (not previously leaked)
One-Sided Goodbye (not previously leaked)
Ride On (not previously leaked)
Smokey Black Nights - acoustic version (not previously available)
Half-Way To Texas (not previously leaked)
Beautiful Days (not previously leaked)
Your Heart's Somewhere Else (not previously leaked)
Lucky You - Mix (previously leaked)
Smokey Black Nights - Mix (previously leaked)
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littlepawz · 1 year
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Little orphaned fruit bat enjoying a snack at Bat sanctuary. Just look at that sweet little face!
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tacit-semantics · 5 months
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Alright!!!!!!!!!! Finished my biggest filet lace piece yet :) a big mess on the technical level because I realized at the very very end what it was that was giving me so much trouble (was failing to account for one of the threads when working around the holes (which were giving me so much trouble on the bigger part that I DID indeed just give up on but we will get em next time)) but let’s ignore that because I DID IT LOOK YALL. Thumbs up picture partially for scale but also because I DID IT
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puppetmaster13u · 8 days
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Prompt 284
“Oh little storm,” the being cooed, hands that are both large enough to crush the world yet small enough to hold his face gently running through his hair. He was being held by lightning, by stars and space and everything in between, cradling his form like he was something oh-so precious. “A surprise to be sure,” the being crooned, purred, rumbled, cracked, some noise of the depths of space mixed with something indescribable. “A surprise, but a welcome one.” 
Billy had never felt so small, yet so loved, like the world itself was holding him against its heart as the whispers of the gods bled away in something akin to awe. The being smiled, distant storms letting loose and ending droughts, even more distant stars bursting into being. “A little marvel of existence,” they hummed, hissed, cooed, whistled, hair- or strands of galaxies- melding into the abyss around them. 
“A surprise son. A child of the Cosmos. Yes.” He was held so gently, space itself dancing and flickering around him, suns pressing hundreds of freckled kisses against his head. “Welcome home, little storm. Welcome home, my son.”  
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ky-landfill · 7 months
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goshyesvintageads · 1 month
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Capital Airlines, 1952
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