#tengfei

[dollyreblogs]

Tengfei and Iara do train together but they try to write it off as them just casually knowing how to fight people but its very clear they're trained fighters and Tengfei realizing he's in love when fighting her for the first time. Like, he's a good fighter but she's better and when she pins him to the wall, his heart skips a beat and stares at her in awe. So like, he feels weird because when she starts doing things like holding his hand and hugging him, she did those things before but now he feels different about it. He gets more involved with her life and immerses himself in the things she loves and when he spaces out, he plays with his silk and his brothers just snicker because he absent-mindedly made a silk Iara dancing so elegantly and when he realizes it, he just blushes and unravels the silk.

#Tengfei #Iara Al Ghul #HE AIN'T A SIMP BUT HE IS SK CONFUSED

[majoraslion]

Happy Mothers Day! Can we see the muses with their kids!

Here you go! Kaiti has Henry and her passed son Benny. Julissa is with Tengfei and Daciana is pregnant with twins

#Hellsing #Hellsing Ultimate #Hellsing Oc #Daciana Garcina #Julissa #Mortal Kombat oc #mortal kombat 11 #TWDG #Twdg Kaiti #Benny #Henry #Tengfei #Kids #Happy Mothers day #ask me #ask muses #ocs

[heymeowmao]

骑着鱼的猫 | Perfect Mismatch E5 ° spying is tiring work, boss.

#骑着鱼的猫 #Perfect Mismatch #cdrama #Luo Zheng #Yu Tengfei #character: zhou zhifei #character: xiao chi #meowmao gifs #(i make my own entertainment)

[saturnznct]

the huangs

huang tengfei 黄腾飞

full name: huang tengfei 黄腾飞

nickname(s): feifei

other name(s): theo, dongbi

birthday full: 27th february 2028

birth place: seoul, south korea

height: 5ft 9

birth weight: 7lbs 4oz 

birth time: 1:17pm

language(s): chinese, korean

star sign: pisces

appearance: coming soon

profession: pilot

godparent(s): chenle

works including tengfei:

finding out you’re pregnant

how he acts during your pregnancy

tengfei & bojing meet jinghua

insta posts📸

you feeling insecure while pregnant

meeting santa

huang bojing 黄博静

full name: huang bojing 黄博静

nickname(s): -

other name(s): caden, baekjeong

birthday full: 4th march 2032

birth place: seoul, south korea

height: 5ft 8

birth weight: 7lbs 1oz 

birth time: 9:34am

language(s): chinese, korean

star sign: pisces

appearance: coming soon

profession: n/a

godparent(s): mark

works including bojing:

tengfei & bojing meet jinghua

insta posts📸

meeting santa

huang jinghua 黄景华

full name: huang jinghua 黄景华

nickname(s): huahua, baobei

other name(s): ruby, yeonhwa

birthday full: 31st december 2036

birth place: jilin, china

height: 5ft 3

birth weight: 6lbs 3oz 

birth time: 2:38am

language(s): chinese, korean

star sign: capricorn

appearance: coming soon

profession: hair stylist

godparent(s): kun

works including jinghua:

day alone

tengfei & bojing meet jinghua

jinghua does renjun’s hair

insta posts📸

00 line meet their daughters

meeting santa

#the huangs #renjun's family #huang tengfei #huang bojing #huang jinghua

[xtruss]

Blind Support

— Tang Tengfei | November 05, 2023

Illustration: Tang Tengfei/Global Times

Hindering Progress

— Liu Rui | November 01, 2023

Illustration: Liu Rui/Global Times

Profiting Off Trouble

— Chen Xia | November 02, 2023

Illustration: Chen Xia/Global Times

#Miscellaneous Cartoons #China 🇨🇳 | US 🇺🇸 #Tang Tengfei #Chen Xia #Liu Rui #Global Times

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Millions of tons of plastic waste enter the oceans each year. The sun's ultraviolet light and ocean turbulence break down these plastics into invisible nanoparticles that threaten marine ecosystems. In a new study, engineers at the University of Notre Dame have presented clear images of nanoplastics in ocean water off the coasts of China, South Korea and the United States, and in the Gulf of Mexico. These tiny plastic particles, which originated from such consumer products as water bottles, food packaging and clothing, were found to have surprising diversity in shape and chemical composition. The engineers' research was published in Science Advances. "Nanoplastics are potentially more toxic than larger plastic particles," said Tengfei Luo, the Dorini Family Professor of Aerospace and Mechanical Engineering at the University of Notre Dame. "Their small size makes them better able to penetrate the tissues of living organisms."

Read more.

#Materials Science #Science #Plastics #Polymers #Environment #Ocean #Nanoparticles #Nanoplastics #Nanotechnology #University of Notre Dame

[gwennafran]

Some general text and layout updates overall. And well… A bunch of student updates. Seven new students were added, for starters (turns out a few of the Malani nobles already had been around).

This is one of those chapters where it is more obvious than usual, that I ignore bruises, but does add more long-lasting cuts.

Also, I made this a bit more Tumblr friendly, splitting it up in four sections. Because this file has gotten really long.

Awonke got added. I’m by now developing the same love-hate relationship to beads as I have to ringlets and tiny braids.

Zama got added. So bright. His hat kinda looks like a crown, but… Happy accident, I guess.

Lindiwe got added. Between the high collar and layered sleeves, I went full Renaissance. That hair isn’t going anywhere during combat, though. And the hat is undoubtedly very tightly pinned to it. On top of it, the top part of her dress actually is cut a lot like a doublet. I could see it be a secret duel getup. 

Angharad got some small face adjustments. Also, it’s been long enough I removed the small cut from book 1 on her face (the other cut still is hinted).

Tristan got his hat back. Rejoice!

Kasigo was already on the sheet. Now with an entirely different expression. And fancy clothes. I reused the hat, though.

Emini got added. Pearls are always in fashion. I hope for her she doesn’t get into an honour duel while having her stay (corset) strap in her shoulders like that.

Forty-Ninth Brigade:

Is no more. But things are still a bit up in the air for some of them.

Ramona got some cuts on her cheek and a crunched nose.

Tengfei has been called handsome by Song twice now. So, he got prettied up. Which is extreme considering his look is changed as he’s going away. I guess am nothing if not thorough.

Malani Nobles of Unknown Brigades:

Fanyana with his neat cloud of hair. I forgot it was meant to be a jerkin instead of a doublet. Let’s just retcon this into being a jerkin on top of a doublet, made to match each other.

Branwen and Morcan: When you mirror the file and add some tiny differences. Justifying it with saying they like to mess with others like that. I kinda cheated on the headpiece and updated the fashion. A silver band with a veil just sound so very, very medieval. And while they certainly like to live on their ancestors doing one notable thing a very long time ago, that seemed a bit extreme. 

#pale lights #fanart #character design #cast overview #gwennafran art #Oh look - colours and cool designs from all those fancy noble brats

[tc-doherty]

Okay, anyway here's most of my (main-ish) characters as dog breeds, based on my experiences as a dog trainer.

Siberian Huksy – loves to cause problems on purpose

Ashtoret, Ithea, Keril, Kishar, Rozhalea, Sigrid, Tirzha

German Shepherd – looks put together but is actually a mess

Anthem, Izare, Kadife, Lukas, Margherita

Bernese Mountain Dog – seemingly chill, but actually needy

Catkin, Dante, Felisjyta, Irina, Lin Mingxian, Madena, Nelli, Tiarnach

Cavalier King Charles Spaniel – extremely desperate for affection

Arwyn, Mahesha, Wren

Samoyed – actually sweet and chill

Conrad, Genevieve, Gheist, Johan, Oliver, Sielle, Temitope

Chihuahua – "fight me" energy

Anrikas, Arasse, Clovis, Idrin, Larkin, Nyari, Xu Xiaolan

Poodle – actually just good at everything

Errys, Li Mujin, Nellis, Sasia, Sunngifu, Yang Xuejing

Bloodhound – seemingly chill, but actually obsessive

Alojzia, Celendine, Guiscard, Hedy, Myca, Tadj

Australian Cattle Dog – overdramatic bitches

Iskandar, Liu Tengfei, Retta, Risaul, Rothert

Jack Russell Terrier/Parson Russell Terrier – way too much energy

Geri, Rena, Seneria, Torin

Belgian Malinois – not as showy as the Chihuahua but WILL fight you

Cynefrith, Kradhi, Kyraen, Patrice, Rothe, Yvian

#writeblr #writing #my characters #just silly things #I'm not tagging all of the stories lol

[hypnofantasma-asks-and-doodles]

If a family of humans turns into Weres/Monsters due to Monsterization, will they all look the same, or will they look different from one another?

Entirely up to you/the family you're designing!

Charlotte and Elliot look rather similar, but then Ratana is a gorilla bull scorpion thing, while her brother Tengfei is a bird guy.

I like to leave it up to thematics.

#kenopsia #stars below #weres

[dollyreblogs]

Need to develop Tengfei so I can explain why I'm making him and Iara a pairing for LIFE but anyways, Tengfei is always very strong family oriented. He's loyal to his brothers and his father and mother but he won't hesitaite to speak up if they're being unreasonable and will stand by his own morals no matter what but also, he trains the hardest out of his brothers.

Like if you go out into the yard his brothers are casually interacting with each other and Tengfei is doing chin ups while two heavy chains holding a cinderblock are tied to his waist and he's just counting: "445, 446, 447, 448, 449-"

Shoi Ming: "Brother, I feel as though you're over doing it."

Tengfei: "The average Yamisoka trains at the age of 8-10 to perfect their skills. If I want out family to triumph over them, I must catch up to them- 448, 449, 450-"

#Tengfei #The Six Brothers of Silk

[wellthebardsdead]

Emperors Dragon angst?? While I don’t have a set time period for the story given it’s a fantasy, I have drawn inspiration from real life history such as the palace system of the forbidden city during the Qing dynasty mixing Tang Dynasty attire, but I decided to include a few historical names in there, mainly to help me remember them since there’s a lot of characters of prominence I’m trying to whittle down to just a few but, that said, I decided on Empress Xian (Ula Nara, Or Ruyi as some would know her) for the empress as her little documented history is actually quite interesting and I can use it as a part of the plot in the story. But that said, enjoy! ~Bambi

———

Tai Lung: *barricaded himself inside the servants quarters after being brought back to the palace following him waking up in a panic after his fall from the sky and trying to escape, now frantically searching for any possible way out* wh-what the fuck is going on?? I wanted to die not this! I-

*BANG! BANG! BANG!*

Emperor Tengfei: *throwing his weight against the door trying to get it to budge* Great dragon please come out!! I understand you’re frightened but you’re injured! You mustn’t hide in your current state!

Head advisor Li Yu: your highness please don’t hurt yourself! *gently ushers him away from the door as his subordinates step forward and begin to dismantle the barrier instead*

Emperor Tengfei: I’ve faced worse injuries in my life, but I can’t sit idle while he’s in there hurt and in such a panicked s-

???: and do you think trying to force him out is going to make things any better?

Emperor Tengfei: *turns around to see the empress and her handmaid step through the door* Xian, he’s locked himself away and already strained his injuries greatly, we have to get him out before-

Empress Xian: *raises her hand silencing him before stepping to the door and looking at the eunuchs with a commanding gaze making them step out of her way* … *gently knocks on the door* great dragon?… it’s okay now, they’re gone.

Tai Lung: *trying to pry open the window but failing with only one good hand, pauses hearing a soft, oddly familiar voice calling to him* …Mother?

Empress Xian: *gently knocks again* can you please come out and tell me your name dear dragon?

*silence*

*wood scraping and furniture thudding from behind the door*

Tai Lung: *slowly opens it and peers out ever so slightly* …

Empress Xian: *smiles and offers her hand to him* shhh it’s okay now. What’s your name oh great dragon?

Tai Lung: *nervously takes her hand with his bandaged one as he quietly steps out a little further* t-Tai Lung…

Empress Xian: *laughs lightly and gently clasps his hurt hand between hers patting it lightly* We were right to refer to you as great dragon then it seems. Come now, let me have a look at your arm. I’m sure you’d prefer me re-dress it than be swarmed by doctors again yes?

Tai Lung: *nods nervously and steps out from behind the door, finally giving everyone a good look at himself in all his new and mighty glory*

Emperor Tengfei: *staring at him speechless along with the servants, quietly steps forward to greet him* There a-

Empress Xian: *gently places her hand on his cheek before walking past him with Tai Lung* not now dear, let him calm down first.

Tai Lung: *glances at him shyly from behind his iridescent firey hair* … *follows after the empress, accidentally brushing the emperors legs with his tail as he leaves*

Emperor Tengfei: *watching them leave in a mix of awe and mild jealousy his wife was able to so easily coax him out of his panicked hiding* …

Head Advisor Li Yu: your highness? Are you alright?

Emperor Tengfei: … *glances back at him before watching Tai Lung disappear into the distance* have his measurements taken at once and sent to the embroidery house, I want no expenses spared for his clothing… in the mean time, he can wear mine… It seems I must work to garner his favour.

#the emperors dragon #ocs

[heymeowmao]

骑着鱼的猫 | Perfect Mismatch E5 ° arcade date

#骑着鱼的猫 #Perfect Mismatch #cdrama #Luo Zheng #Yu Tengfei #character: zhou zhifei #character: xiao chi #lmao that spying on the girl he likes and his little bro #turned into a date w/ his subordinate #u kno i'll watch any manner of trash for my boy #meowmao gifs #(in lq)

[saturnznct]

he holds the baby for the first time | nct dream

➸ note; hehe bit of a long one bc i love my dreamies <3

➸ word count; 4313 words

➸ lucas, tengfei, moonbyeol, dalgun, chaeyeon, caihong & chunae; aged newborn

➸ warning(s); breastfeeding? labour, c-sections, stitches, injection mention, blood mention

nct masterlist (lnks will be added later)

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

mark

Mark’s entire world had been turned upside down in a matter of a few hours. Just four hours ago, he was working hard at dance practice, and now he was a father. He felt so many things, shock being the most prominent, shared with complete awe and love for you and your new son. The fact that he hadn’t held your newborn yet hadn’t even crossed his mind, he was far more concerned with both of your health and wellbeing, considering you’d had no pre-natal care. The hours dragged on, the amount of nurses and doctors coming in finally beginning to thin out. Your son had been laying on your chest for quite some time, having eaten and been burped already. You were so exhausted, a mixture of the birth and the late hour, but Mark was still wide awake, mind racing. However, managers and staff keep disappearing and reappearing, talking to Mark and whoever was on the phone in rapid speech. Mark could see the way it was affecting you, the way you move to almost protect your baby from the outsiders.  

‘You should get some sleep,’ he murmurs, noticing your eyes dropping closed and then opening again.

‘I can’t look away from him,’ you admit, ‘he’s so perfect.’

‘I know, baby, but you need to rest,’ Mark reaches out a hand and brushes your hair from your face, ‘besides, I haven’t held him yet.’

Your eyes widen a little, ‘oh, of course not, I’m sorry.’

Mark chuckles, ‘it’s okay, it’s important he gets to know his mama. I’ll keep an eye on him while you nap, okay? I’ll wake you if he needs anything.’

‘Okay,’ you sit up slightly. The handover is awkward, it being the first time you’d done it, but eventually Mark has the tiny baby in his arms, kissing your forehead before murmuring a ‘goodnight, I love you,’ and settling into the armchair beside your bed.

‘Love you. Please keep him here,’ you mumble, turning onto your side and closing your eyes.

‘I will, don’t worry sweetheart.’

Mark is quiet for a few minutes, gently yet stiffly rocking the baby back and forth, examining his face and all the details. The baby looked so much like him, and he knew it, feeling an enormous sense of pride at the boy’s identical nose and eyes, that he’d seen in baby photos of his own over the years. Once he’s sure you’re asleep, he begins to talk to his son, wishing the infant to get used to his voice.

‘Hey, baby boy,’ Mark begins, lightly shushing the baby when he fusses, ‘it’s okay, everything is just fine.’

You were just on the verge of falling asleep when you hear Mark’s voice, heart warming at the sound of the love of your life talking to your firstborn.

‘I didn’t even know you existed a few hours ago, but God, I love you. More than anything. You’re so perfect, such a beautiful baby, all from your mama. She did so well, didn’t she? Carried you for all that time… I promise I’ll be here for you, always. Everything I do from now on is for you and your mummy/mommy.’

You still lay awake, eyes filled with hot tears at the pure love that overcomes you. 

Mark is silent for a few moments, staring back into his son’s deep brown eyes, ‘I promise I won’t let you down. I love you, son.’

renjun

This was the moment Renjun had been anticipating since the moment you found out you were pregnant. He’d been terrified at the time, the pregnancy was unexpected and Renjun wasn’t sure he was ready or capable of being a father. At the same time, Renjun’s thoughts were filled with questions and worries about your baby. What would the baby look like? How big would the baby be? Would they come during the day or the night? But his biggest fear of all, was that your baby wouldn’t like him. He didn’t have the best luck with other member’s babies; generally they would cry and protest in his arms. He tried to prevent this, doing any and every bonding exercise with your bump that he could think or read about, hoping that when your son arrived he would feel comfortable and safe with him.

‘Jun?’ You’d been holding the baby for over an hour, having some skin to skin and your first feed. Renjun froze a little at the expectant look on your face, like he knew what you were about to ask.

‘You should hold him.’

Renjun blinks, ‘are you sure? you’re bonding with hi-‘

‘Jun,’ you repeat, softly, ‘he’s your son. He’s not going to hate you. Besides, I want to see my boys together.’

‘Okay,’ Renjun reaches down for the baby on your chest, cringing when the baby whines and fusses, ‘hey, don’t cry, please don’t cry.’

Renjun rocks and bounces him awkwardly but to no avail, and he sends you a look screaming for help.

‘It’s ok, Jun,’ you smile, ‘keep talking to him.’

‘He doesn’t like me,’ Renjun begins to panic, ‘he was happy with you, maybe you should-‘

‘Junie,’ you retort softly, ‘he just doesn’t like that he’s been moved. Keep talking to him, he’ll know your voice.’

Renjun gives himself a mental pep talk, slightly relaxing when he looks at the face of his baby boy.

‘It’s okay, it’s just me, I’m your daddy.’

You give Renjun an encouraging smile, and so he continues, ‘I really hope you like me from now on. Most babies don’t.’

The baby is gradually calming down at his father’s voice, so Renjun keeps talking.

‘Good boy, do you know my voice? I tried to talk to you as much as possible while you were in there so I hope you recognise it.’

The baby is now settled, staring up at his father with big brown eyes. Your heart melts at Renjun’s wide, toothy grin.

‘He likes me,’ he says to you, before turning back to the baby, ‘I think you look like a Tengfei.’

‘I like that name,’ you hum, ‘Huang Tengfei it is.’

Renjun’s smile gets impossibly wider, pride filling his chest knowing he’d just named his firstborn baby boy.

‘I love you so much, Huang Tengfei.’

jeno

You had never felt so at peace. You had just given birth to your first child, a daughter Moonbyeol in your bedroom at home a few hours earlier. Already, Moonbyeol was a very chilled baby, rarely fussing or crying. She was perfectly happy just laying on your chest, staring back at you. Jeno had been laying beside you for several hours now, engaging in hushed conversation with you about your newborn, all while unable to take his eyes off her. It hadn’t even crossed his mind that he hadn’t properly held his daughter, as you’d been snuggled together so close. As time passed, you grew more and more exhausted, the energy you had spent during the birth beginning to weigh you down. 

‘How long has it been since she fed?’ you wonder aloud, ‘the midwife said every three hours..’

‘I think it was at six,’ Jeno says, ’so three and a bit hours ago.’

‘She needs more,’ you mumble, sighing deeply, already pulling your top down to give Moonbyeol access. Jeno helps you guide her head to your chest.

‘Agh,’ the pain is sharp when she latches, and Jeno kisses and rubs your hair in encouragement.

‘You’re doing so well, look at how well she eats.’

‘It hurts so much Jen,’ Jeno’s heart hurts at the look on your face.

‘I know, I know,’ Jeno frowns, ‘it’ll get better, with time.’

‘I hope so,’ you say, ‘I feel sore all over.’

‘You’ve been so incredible,’ Jeno praises, ‘we did so well with her.’

‘Yeah, we did,’ you grin, the and the two of you settle into small talk while Moonbyeol eats. After some time, she pulls away, ready to be burped.

‘I don’t want to move,’ you admit, ‘too tired.’

‘Hey, I’ll take her,’ Jeno offers, ‘you can stay in bed. Plus, I.. I haven’t got to hold her yet.’

‘Oh. I’m sorry.’

‘It’s okay, don’t be silly,’ Jeno presses a kiss to your cheek, ‘I’ve been so close this whole time. You should get some rest.’

You suddenly realise how drained and exhausted you truly were, eyes and body heavy with fatigue.

‘I think I probably should,’ you mumble tiredly, ‘Moonie, daddy’s going to get all that horrible air up for you.’

It takes perhaps a little longer than it should have, but eventually the baby is successfully passed into Jeno’s arms.

‘Hey, Moonie,’ Jeno rests her on his shoulder, gently patting her back, ‘you’re so tiny.’

You move to lay down on your side and rest your eyes as Jeno talks to your daughter in a hushed voice.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ Jeno meets his daughters eyes, seeing his own staring back at him, ‘look at those brown eyes! So pretty. No boy will ever be good enough for such a beautiful girl.’

Jeno slowly wanders out of your room and into Moonbyeol’s nursery, wanting to give you some peace to sleep.

‘This is your room,’ Jeno turns the baby in his arms so that she’s facing the majority of the room, ‘this is where you’ll sleep, where you’ll play… I hope you like the way we decorated. If you don’t, we can change it later.’

Moonbyeol’s eyes flicker around the room, although her expression is blank.

‘Look, Moonie,’ he walks towards her unused crib, looking at the silver mobile that hangs over it, white and yellow moon and stars hanging down, ‘it’s like you! You’re our little moon star.’

Moonbyeol burps at that exact moment, and Jeno chuckles, not sure whether he should be offended or not.

‘Well, that says what you think of that.’

haechan

Donghyuck naturally comes across as a conceited and cocky person, you know that’s just his humour. He’s cheeky and bold, but at the same time down to earth and a total sweetheart. He acted quite similarly when it came to his impending fatherhood, on the outside appearing as though he was completely confident, that he would take being a father in his stride. But on the inside, he was terrified. Sometimes he would catch sight of you, his pregnant wife, and would feel a deep sense of dread alongside the rush of love that would bubble up in his chest. When you went into labour while eating dinner together, he thought he was going to be sick, the crashing realisation that this was it. You’d done so well, going through hours of contractions before your son began to struggle, and you were taken into an emergency c-section. You were crying softly as they prepared you for the surgery. Donghyuck emerged from the bathroom in his scrubs to see you laying there, and you immediately you’d reached out for him. In that moment, he knew how much you needed him, how much both of you needed him. In that moment he knew he’d do anything to be the best father and husband.

Your son Dalgun was eventually delivered through the C-section, laying on your chest for quite some time as you were stitched up and wheeled back to your hospital room. Donghyuck hates the look of discomfort on your face as you try to move around on the bed and feed. You’re exhausted, in pain and in need of a good rest, but you had to stay awake for your son.

Donghyuck tries to make himself useful, keeping the hospital room tidy and making sure your water cup was filled and you hadn’t bled too heavily onto the pad beneath you.

Part of him aches to hold his baby boy. He so desperately wants to just reach out and take the baby into his arms, shower him in all of the love he had to give. But at the same time, he didn’t want to. He was frightened that his son would be unsettled with him, that he would do something astronomically wrong like drop him. After some time, the nurse knocks softly on the door, coming to check on your surgery site.

‘Donghyuck,’ you croak, his heart hurting when he sees you laying there, exhausted and in pain with your son on your chest, ‘will you take him?’

‘I-‘ 

‘Hyuck,’ you notice the way he freezes, but he melts and relaxes at your tone, ‘its okay. You’re his daddy. You did so well at the classes.’

Donghyuck shakes himself. You’re vulnerable, you’ve just had invasive surgery and you need him. And he’s terrified of holding his own baby.

‘Okay.’

The nurse helps with the handover as it pains you to lean too far, and suddenly there’s a seven pound baby wriggling around in his arms. Dalgun cries shrilly at being moved, Donghyuck cringing as he wails.

‘Dalgun-ah,’ he clumsily rocks the baby, ‘won’t you be a good boy while mummy/mommy gets looked after? I’m not a stranger, I’m your daddy.’

Donghyuck sways on his feet, soothing Dalgun, ‘your mummy/mommy is so so brave. She is so incredible, Dalgun-ah, she’ll be the best mummy/mommy in the whole world to you, I just know it. And I’ll try my absolute hardest to be the best daddy. I love you.’

jaemin

Jaemin thinks that his daughter’s birth was nothing short of perfect. You had given birth to Chaeyeon in a birthing centre, early in the morning in a birthing pool.

Jaemin had sat right behind you, in his swim shorts, with you between his legs, not even wincing when you near crushed his hands while you pushed. Jaemin had been the one to cut the cord, before the baby was taken away to be weighed and given her first injection.

Jaemin had felt new foreign feeling of resentment towards the nurse, who he knows deep down is just doing her job and ultimately protecting your daughter from disease, but at the same time, she made his baby girl cry.

Chaeyeon is bought back to you, now with a band-aid covering her injection site. Jaemin holds you in his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder and just soaking in your daughters face. For some time, the two of you get used to Chaeyeon, taking in her appearance and mannerisms and sounds. Jaemin doesn’t even really care how dirty the water is.

‘Y/N? Why don’t we get you cleaned up a little?’ the nurse suggests, and you’re more than happy to be helped out of the pool and herded into the shower in the conjoining bathroom. Another nurse had held Chaeyeon as Jaemin carried you bridal style into the bathroom and gently setting you down on the shower seat. He hangs around for a few minutes, eyes darting between you and Chaeyeon’s general direction, clearly conflicted as to who to stay with.

‘Go and be with her Jaem,’ you hum.

’Do you need me?’

‘I’m all good here,’ you answer honestly, ‘I think this may be quite gross, anyway.’

‘Okay,’ Jaemin leans over to kiss your cheek, ‘I’ll look after her.’

‘Oh!’ The nurse left in the delivery room is holding the little bundle in her arms, ‘lets go to daddy, shall we?’

Jaemin beams as his baby girl is handed to him for the very first time. His heart feels like it may burst out of his chest as she gurgles, tiny fists waving around above the pink blankets.

‘Oh, angel,’ Jaemin coos, ‘you’re killing me.’

Jaemin knew that this baby in his arms officially completely owned his heart. He knew it was over for him, that there was nothing he would not do for his little girl.

‘You’re such a pretty girl, Chaeyeon,’ his heart aches at her glistening eyes and nose that mirrors his own.

‘You’ll have so much love in your life. You already do. You have so many uncles who are just dying to meet you, you have a godfather who would do anything for you. I.. I would die for you, I love you more than anything in this world.’

Chaeyeon waves her arm around, peeling back the blanket slightly.

‘Oh, you don’t have any clothes on,’ Jaemin brings her over to the changing table, lowering her down as slowly as he possibly can.

‘Which should be your first ever outfit?’ Jaemin sifts through the folded up baby-grows in the small suitcase you’d brought along. He picks out a white one, patterned with little brown teddy bears.

‘Uncle Mark bought you this one,’ Jaemin buttons up the onesie, ‘like I told you, everyone loves you Chae. But not as much as I do!’

Jaemin nuzzles their noses together, before cradling Chaeyeon in his chest, pressing a kiss on top of her head.

‘I love you, angel. I’ll be here for you always.’

chenle

Chenle was the best partner throughout your entire pregnancy. He did absolutely everything for you and your baby’s comfort, fulfilling your every need and wish, whether monetary, physical or emotional. 

It seemed everything had to be perfect, the quality of your care, your baby’s nursery, your birth plans, everything. If you showed any slight indication of discomfort at any point in your pregnancy, Chenle was instantly at your side, going out of his way to somehow alleviate your pain. He was almost jumpy in that sense.

He was strangely calmer than you thought he would be when you went into labour. You had been taken to the hospital where Chenle and his family had naturally made sure you would receive the best treatment, with a spacious private room and a dedicated team of familiar doctors and nurses. You laboured for hours on end. For nearly twenty hours, you’d suffered through some of the most immense pain imaginable, completely supported by Chenle who fusses over you and holds your hand through it all. Frustratingly, you had been dilating excruciatingly slowly, and eventually the doctors decide a c-section would be best for both you and your baby. 

Your beautiful baby girl joined you in the early evening. Chenle was so overcome with love for his daughter. You both knew that she would be his little princess, that he would spoil her rotten and that nobody would ever lay a hand on her. He came up with the name Caihong, meaning rainbow. She was the rainbow that brightened up his life.

When Caihong came out, they had taken her away briefly to be weighed and checked over, before returning her to you.

‘You did so so well,’ Chenle stands as close to you as he can get, still in his scrubs as they stitch you back up, ’she’s beautiful. I can’t believe it.’

‘I’m so tired,’ you laugh, having been awake for the entirety of your labour, ‘she’s ruined me.’

Chenle chuckles, ‘they’re going to wheel you back into the room once they’re done. We’ll turn the lights down. You can nap soon.’

‘M’kay,’ you roll your head back down to look at your baby, ‘she’s perfect.’

’She is,’ Chenle nods, leaning down and pressing kisses into your hair, ‘I love you both so much.’

The first hour with your daughter is so precious. You are taken back to your private room in your bed, Caihong resting on your chest the whole time. You’d done your first feed, burping her while sitting up in your bed. Once you’d finished, the nurses left, and the three of you were alone together for the first time.

‘Are you tired?’ Chenle asks, running a hand through your hair, fussing over you.

‘I’m exhausted,’ you murmur, ‘never been so tired.’

‘Why don’t I take her?’ he suggests, ‘you can lay down and have a nap.’

‘Are you sure?’ the offer is so unbelievably tempting, ‘I don’t want to just leave you on your own.’

‘I’ll be just fine,’ Chenle reassures you, ‘you just fed her. I can change her myself, if she needs you I’ll wake you.’

‘Okay,’ you nod, moving your arms so that Chenle can easily take Caihong from you.

He grunts dramatically as he raises her up, as though he was lifting some massive weight, ‘hi baby girl.’

Chenle holds Caihong in one arm as he helps you lay down comfortably, reclining your bed back down with the remote so you were laying down.

‘Comfortable?’ Chenle checks, rubbing your upper arm with his spare hand.

‘Yes,’ your eyes are already closed, ‘love you, Lele.’

Chenle grins, ‘I love you too.’

As you fall asleep, Chenle slowly does a few laps of the hospital room, rocking Caihong in his arms. Once he’s sure you’re mostly asleep, and that talking won’t disturb you, he speaks to Caihong in a hushed voice.

‘Hi my little angel,’ he stares into her shining brown eyes, absolutely entranced by her, ‘we’ve waited for so long for you. Ever since your uncle had your cousins, I’ve wanted a baby of my own. And now you’re finally here. You’re already so loved, Caihong. I’ll do anything for you.’

Caihong looks at him almost as if she’s listening and understands what he’s saying. Chenle’s heart seizes and threatens to break out of his chest, he loves her so much. 

‘You own my heart, Caihong. Daddy loves you so much.’

jisung

Jisung was the first to hold his baby girl, and although it wasn’t for long, it was a fact he took great pride in. Jisung had completely frozen up when your midwife had asked him if he wanted to deliver the baby. His mouth had dried up, completely unsure of what to say, until he caught your gaze, face slightly screwed up in discomfort, but still encouraging him to say yes. He had taken the midwife’s offer, and under her guidance, caught your baby girl as she came out. Jisung had worried that he would drop her, due to the baby being covered in blood and various bodily fluids, but thankfully he manages to keep her in his grip, holding her up for a few moments before placing her on your chest.

Jisung didn’t get her back for another hour or so, not that he minded. You handled your first hour of motherhood expertly, Chunae was an extremely calm baby who fed easily. She was so intrigued by the both of you, as you both were with her, her brown eyes studying your faces. Jisung had never felt so many overpowering emotions at once. Firstly the feeling of pride that he’d been the one to bring Chunae into the world, and the fact he had a part in creating what he believed to be the most beautiful baby in the whole world. And of course, he felt such an overwhelming and intense love for both you and your baby, after watching you go through hours and hours of labour and delivery in his family home. You had been giving skin to skin for over an hour before you offered the baby to Jisung.

‘Hey, Jisungie,’ he is immediately by your side.

‘Do you need something? Water? Another pillow? The pad changed? Are you in a lot of pain?’

You smile at how flustered and caring he is, shaking your head, ‘no, I’m alright. I just thought you might want to hold her.’

Jisung softens, heart suddenly hammering in his chest, ‘oh, y-yeah. Yeah, of course I’d love to.’

Jisung leans down and gently picks Chunae from your chest, taking a few moments to get her into a good position.

‘Hi baby girl,’ he murmurs, strangely nervous, as though it was somebody else’s child.

‘Ah, good timing,’ Jisung’s mother suddenly enters the room, ‘I made soup for you Y/N.’

‘Oh, amazing, I’m starving,’ you welcome the bowl of hot soup with both hands.

Jisung wanders the room, rocking the slightly gurgling Chunae in his arms as he approaches the bedroom window. He doesn’t really notice you watching him, his thoughts all consumed by Chunae. His mother even points it out, catching your eyes and nodding towards him. 

‘Hi,’ Jisung shakily removes a hand from underneath her to play with her own tiny hand, melting when she curls her hand around his finger.

‘You’re so small,’ he whispered, ‘like a doll. And so well behaved too, you didn’t cry one bit when I picked you up.’

Chunae just looks back up at him, and Jisung gently wipes at the spit collecting at her mouth with a cloth.

‘I promise I’ll look after you angel,’ he nuzzles his nose against hers, ‘no one will ever hurt you. They’ll have to go through me first.’

Jisung suddenly can’t get the image of his baby girl as a teenager out of his head, his getting her heart broken by some worthless teenage boy. He imagines comforting her, giving her encouraging talks and building her confidence back up, utilising the skills he would have learned as a father to his little girl over the years. But for now, he knows nothing, only what he has read in pregnancy and parenting books.

‘I don’t know much,’ Jisung rubs his thumb up and down on her face, ‘but I promise I’ll be the best father I can possibly be for you. I’ll try so hard to do everything that’s right for you. I already love you more than anything in this world.’

Chunae yawns, tiny fists flailing weakly as she does.

‘Am I boring you?’ Jisung chuckles, ’you can’t be tired, not when I’ve just got you.’

‘You should sit down with her,’ you suggest, taking a short break from your soup, ’she’ll fall asleep on you.’

‘I think I may fall asleep also,’ Jisung chuckles, although settling into the armchair near your bed. 

‘Group nap?’ You suggest, your own eyes feeling heavy.

The group nap very quickly ends in Jisung’s mother removing the sleeping Chunae from a sleeping Jisung’s chest to lay in her crib. 

#dad!nct #nct dad au #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #dad!mark #dad!mark lee #dad!renjun #dad!jeno #dad!haechan #dad!jaemin #dad!chenle #dad!jisung #mark lee x reader #mark x reader #renjun x reader #jeno x reader #haechan x reader #jaemin x reader #chenle x reader #jisung x reader #mark lee fluff #renjun fluff #jeno fluff #haechan fluff #jaemin fluff #chenle fluff #jisung fluff #nct

[vienrose]

ASSOCIATIONS : Damian/Tengfei Jongcheveevat

ANIMAL : Wolf

COLOUR :  Forest green

MONTH :  February

SONG : Damian does not listen to music

NUMBER : 9

DAY OR NIGHT : Night

PLANT : Bromeliads

SMELL : Molton Brown Milk Musk

SEASON : Winter

FOOD : Chicken Satay / fried rice

DRINK : Black coffee

ELEMENT : Water

Tagged by @rainyearning

#Damian;closet

[lordhelpme0-0]

Here is a fanart of both Twst Shan Yu of both my friends (I now consider one of you friend now)

Zhang Hui - Courtsey name: Zhang Tengfei - Dorm Leader of Shanyuan

Pan An - Courtsey name: Pan Mingli - Dorm leader of Dragon Jade

Be nice @kasumi-prenami and @sweetisearia

Enjoy this @twst-discourse-bot and @tamopears

Also, use this as huge spite at Jorden/Alex/ yo mama or whatever her new name is.

#twisted wonderland #Twst oc #Twst male oc #spite at the Jordan drama #@twist discourse blog #spite/ fun little evidence

[gwennafran]

Pale Lights, Book 2 chapter 11 - New Scholomance Students

Forgot to post this yesterday.

Descriptions to added characters under cut.

Still waiting to see both Tupoc and Shalini. So they got some rough sketches. This time I’ve had time to do 13th and 31st.

The Discord pointed out Adarsh’s last name is more unique than the first name and from a different region of India than what I’d judged for the first name. So I readjusted his skin tone accordingly.

I lightened up Angharad’s skin tone a little, to make her look more Pereduri compared to the other Malani. This is what happens when you try to redesign things between books. There was a reason I had ended up on her old skin tone from book one. sigh

Should I have added Song’s hat? Is it stolen or not? Big mystery.

I do love Maryam’s extremely pale, extremely sleep deprived, hiding under a hood look. Now with added embroideries. By now, Maryam might be my fave 13th member to draw. As a side note, seeing how the hood is robbed from Bait, the embroideries are inspired by Kasuti embroideries.

Tristan is tragically without his tricorn. Again, we got EE confirmation he was not wearing it. The tricorn is stolen!

Trying out a new “supernatural look” for Fortuna. The trick is to make it obvious she’s not part of the rest visually. Well, besides not wearing black, that is.

I’m guessing Ferranda is the type to wear the combat uniform whenever given a choice. May or may not be wrong on that.

Bumped Zenzele into his formal uniform. Just because he did stuff with it. Besides, he might be the most likely of the semi-cory cast to regularly use it. At least one person had to still wear their hat, dammit. Let Zenzele stay outrageous. Outrageously fashionable, that is.

I considered removing Tengfei’s beginning beard. Because of Tristan’s disguise choices on Song. Then I forgot. And am too lazy to go back and change things. Maybe Tristan just didn’t want to attempt anything more than stubble?

#pale lights #fanart #character design #cast overview #gwennafran art #scholomance #Pretty soon Maryam will take up sith classes