#and child learn language regardless of if they get attention or not

[eyesfullofsttars]

☆ obsessed with the idea of ellie & abby being mothers

synopsis: a few headcanons of abigail and ellie being mothers, from the way they raise the baby to the smallest details!!!

notes: hiii!!! i've just been thinking about these two being mothers for the past few days and this came up—sorry if it's simple or too dumb. (don't take it too seriously pls)

I'm still not sure whether they would prefer having a girl or a boy. It seems it wouldn't matter much to them, as they would raise the baby the same way regardless. However, these two are mothers of a boy!!!

They speak to their baby as though he were a responsible adult who understands everything perfectly and frown when someone uses a high-pitched voice or baby talk.

Abby is the one who always gets up in the middle of the night if the baby cries. She automatically wakes up and goes to see what's wrong with her son.

Meanwhile, Ellie doesn't wake up at night, but she reads a dinosaur book to the baby before bed, tucks him in, and gives him a goodnight kiss on the forehead.

Ellie is enthusiastic about her baby, playing energetically and carefree, tickling him, putting him on her shoulders, and playing with his hands. She's proud of her baby and believes he's the best.

Abby is not so calm, paying attention to her son's safety. She comes from a family of doctors —she's a doctor herself— and watches Ellie carefully whenever she holds the baby. Abby feels the need to keep her son close at all times, either in her strong arms or on her lap, playfully touching his nose or gently stroking his hair.

Ellie can spend hours watching Abby take a nap with their baby. She sees Abby sitting on the couch with the baby on her lap, cuddled against her chest and holding her shirt tightly with his small hand, afraid of losing contact. They breathe softly, calmly together, which Ellie finds adorable — making her feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

At first, Abby worried about seeing Ellie handle the baby so lightly, but she has become accustomed to Ellie's relaxed attitude. Abby watches carefully to avoid accidents, but one of her favorite things is listening to her baby and Els laugh together at something silly Ellie does, causing Abby to laugh too.

Abby "I want to name our son after a writer" Anderson versus Ellie "Let's name our son after a constellation" Williams — Els won!

Ellie helps her son learn to speak by playing her guitar, singing songs about letters, animals, and the names of family and friends.

Abby cheers and celebrates every time she sees the baby trying to stand, keeping his balance by holding onto the couch. She's proud of her little prodigy and also believes her baby is the best.

Ellie lets her son trace the lines of her tattoo and even color the spaces with markers. She accepts without complaint, extending her arm for her child to do his art.

Abby lets her son comb her hair. She loosens her blonde hair and trusts her baby's hands as he tries to comb her long hair, clumsily attempting a braid but failing.

Ellie can't help but swear in front of the baby, as she hasn't managed to change her language yet. She often ends up letting out a curse word, especially when the baby does something that excites her.

She might say something like, “Fuck yeah, you're so intelligent, kiddo!” Or, whenever the baby cries for no reason, Ellie will get completely flustered and not know what to do, like, “What the hell do you want from me, dude? I can't help you if you don't tell me!”

On the other hand, Abby doesn't see the appeal in swearing in front of their son. So, whenever a curse word slips out of Ellie's mouth, Abby quickly exclaims; “Language, Williams!”

No matter where she is in the house, she can always hear Ellie swearing, which ends with Ellie responding with something like, “Fuck, sorry, babe. Shit, right, sorry, buddy. It just comes out like verbal vomit; I can't control it.”

Every time a rock song plays, Ellie can't help but do headbanging, and her son joins her in the fun. Both end up in the kitchen, energetically moving their heads to the music and dancing around.

For every special occasion, such as Valentine's Day, birthdays, or even Easter, Abby doesn't hesitate to buy flowers for Ellie and her son.

Both understand their child perfectly. The child might babble something unintelligible, but they simply nod, comprehending every word.

[bumblesimagines]

Headcanon:

Both Neytiri and Jake liking you

Request: Yes or No

Sorry for the sudden absence! I will try to get When Fire Meets Fate out soon

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You'd met Jake at the compound with Grace introducing you as his babysitter. The chuckle that had escaped you at her words made his skin flush

However, there were some truth to her words. You never allowed Jake to stray far and always kept him within view. It had made Jake feel like a child at first but he grew to find comfort in your stare and even felt uneasy when he didn't feel your eyes on it

Along with the uneasiness was this prick of neediness. A desire to have your attention on him at all times

And his desire had been fulfilled the first few days on Pandora. You were his teacher along with Grace and Norm. You taught him about Pandora, the dos and don'ts, and the little knowledge you had about the Na'vi

Despite your lessons Jake still managed to get himself in trouble with the thanator and separated from you and the others

When he returned- his avatar tucked away safely with the Na'vi to Grace's relief- he met your eyes first and gleefully smile, ready to tell you all about his meeting with the Na'vi clan

While you were glad to see him fine, you still smacked the back of his head (not that it did much considering he laughed afterward)

His encounters were amazing for Grace to hear and he often found himself in your room retelling the story with all the tiny details. You were easy to talk to and it helped him feel more comfortable with his new life

He kept his meetings with Colonel Quaritch a secret however. You and Grace were close as you had been assigned as a soldier for her team and your dislike for the man who was still essentially your boss was apparent

But, regardless of secrets, he certainly didn't keep you from Neytiri. His evolving friendship with the fiery native had gotten to the point where he felt comfortable talking to her about things, including you

And Neytiri was curious, albeit still hesitant on meeting another soldier given everything the humans did, but still curious enough to convince her parents to allow both Grace and you to meet her people (much to the delight of Jake)

Her ears twitched and turned, listening to the sound of the chopper flying away. She could feel the excitement oozing of Jake in waves and a small smile tugged at her blue lips as she glanced at him. Jake's eyes lit up as you pushed through the brush, Grace following close behind you.

"Good to finally see this guy again." You grinned at him and Jake's tail twitched and lashed from contained happiness. Neytiri met Grace's gaze first and exchanged a fond look with her, the memories of their time together before the school had shut down still fresh in their minds. Sylwanin would've been pleased to see her again.

"You know Grace." Jake turned his head to look at Neytiri, motioning to the older woman before he lifted his hand in your direction. "This is (Y/N)."

"I've heard much about you." Neytiri spoke, eyeing the gun in your hands. Without looking away from her, you shifted the gun and allowed it to rest against your back and out of view. You made no attempt to greet her with a handshake and instead gave a small nod.

"All good things, I hope." You smiled and she relaxed. You had a warm air about you, one that calmed her. While your ears twitched at every sound and your eyes occasionally flickered about, you weren't as tense or jumpy as the other humans she'd seen. Calm yet alert. You'd fit in fine with her people, she could tell already.

Much to the surprise of her parents and Tsu'tey, you had given up your gun without any complaint. This willingness had caused Mo'at and Eytukan to share an approving look

While you'd been more than happy to learn the language and culture, you'd been more apprehensive about exchanging your clothes for a loincloth. You'd already teased Jake about his enough, you didn't want to tables turned which did disappoint Jake in the slightest.

After moving to a spot in the Hallelujah Mountains, you and Jake were able to spend even more time together

Of course with him focusing more on his life with the Na'vi it meant he forgot to do things like eat, drink, and overall take care of himself

When it got to a worrying point, you backed him in a corner and essentially spoon fed him until he caught the hint. Although it took a bit since he got a fluttery feeling when he realized you were taking care of him in such a domestic way and didn't want it to stop

Back with the Na'vi, Neytiri had quickly warmed up to you, much faster than it'd taken for her to warm up to Jake

You were more observant and a quick learner so you learned the language quick meanwhile Jake still had trouble speaking it

And of course, you'd finally given in to the loincloth after much consideration

"Oh, well look at you!" Grace called in a teasing tone, laughing when you grumbled in return. Neytiri and Jake turned in your direction upon hearing her voice, eyes zoning in on you immediately.

"This is..." You huffed softly, skin flushing as you crossed your arms over your chest. You hadn't been this exposed to the world since the day you left the womb. Your pressed lied flat against your chest, lips pulled into a cute scowl and tail lashing wildly behind you.

"You look fine." Neytiri spoke first, rising from her hunches and approaching you with a small smile. Jake took a moment as he studied the details of your body, committing everything to memory before you could regret the decision and return to your shirt and cargo pants.

"Y-Yeah! You look great, (Y/N)." Jake agreed, rising as well and grinning widely. "I think it's about time you start hunting."

"I believe you'd take to a bow easily. You've got strong arms, good eyes." Neytiri pressed her hands to your abdomen and inhaled deeply, nodding her head for you to mimic her. You did so and she hummed in approval, hands lingering before they dropped to her sides.

"If Jake of all people can do it, I'm sure I'll do fine." You replied, hearing Neytiri giggle and Jake huff playfully.

Despite having little interest in joining her clan, Neytiri insisted on teaching you to hunt. It began with instructing you on how to hold a bow

She was gentler with you than she was with Jake- something he picked up on- but she was regardless strict and firm though she rarely lost her patience as she had with Jake

Neytiri admired your openness to learning the way of her people. Jake had been open but stubborn in letting go of the human way resulting in his training taking longer than yours

The clan had been more accepting of you as well, with even Tsu'tey keeping his comments solely directed at Jake instead both you and him

The more time you spent with Jake and Neytiri, the more they grew attached. You didn't get much time alone as the two always found you somehow, always following and watching

So, when you inevitably caught the eye of another Na'vi, the two noticed immediately

Running your fingers over the arch of the training bow, you narrowly missed the shadow that fell over you. Tilting your head up, you rose to your full height and offered the woman a smile.

"(Y/N)." Ninat greeted, lifting her fingers to her forehead and lowering her hand. While you had only seen her in passing, her voice demanded attention during ceremonies. It carried over the others, powerful and beautiful. "I've heard you've taken well to the bow."

Neytiri watched from her spot beside Jake, fingers remaining on her forearm as she studied you and Ninat. Jake took notice, lowering his arms and nearly letting the arrow slip from his fingers. He curiously followed her gaze and felt his stomach twist. Ninats' body language as she spoke to you made her intentions obvious. She was flirting. With you.

Neytiri broke away from Jake, reaching you in a couple quick strides. Jake stumbled after her, slipping the bow over his shoulder and clearing his throat to grab your attention.

"Hey, you two." You greeted casually and Ninat released an unsatisfied hum, greeting Neytiri in typically Na'vi fashion.

"You're ready to hunt, (Y/N). Come, you must track-"

"I could accompany him. JakeSully will need you for training."

"Nonsense." Neytiri sharply turned toward her. Ninat lowered her ears, holding Neytiri's gaze for a few seconds before she looked away, murmuring a farewell to you.

"I'm sure she could've-" You clamped your mouth shut when Neytiri turned her glare onto you.

"Come, you both must prove yourselves." Neytiri muttered bitterly, glancing in Ninats direction before she stalked off.

Neytiri's foul mood had disappeared after you and Jake successful completed your hunt and it was instead replaced with pride

Jake had beamed and boasted about it to Norm whilst you watched, chuckling along and eating a meal. Jake felt proud, not only proud that he had his first kill but proud of you too

Climbing up the Hallelujah Mountains to reach ikran territory had been a challenge and Jake had made sure to check on you every few minutes, anxiety gripping his mind the higher up they went until they reached ikran territory

Neytiri felt confident in your abilities along w Jake's so when she arrived, she addressed you both with reassuring smiles and explained what needed to be done in order to claim an ikran. You and Jake exchanged a look upon hearing how the ikrans chose their riders

Nevertheless, you and Jake were successful again. Jake had gone first, struggling and nearly being thrown off the side of the mountain but he'd gotten their queues together and took off into the skies with a surprised shout. Neytiri waited for you to tame a ikran before taking to the skies, showing her pride through shouts and vocal calls

Not long after, she gleefully led you and Jake to a place she called the Tree of Voices. It lived up to its names when you were able to hear the voices of past Na'vi upon connecting your queue to it

And then, Neytiri revealed another thing...

"You may make your bow from the wood of Hometree." She murmured, the blissful look on her face disappearing. "And you may choose a mate."

"A mate?" You repeated, disconnecting your queue from the vines and blinking at her. Jake's lips parted and he glanced between you and Neytiri. The woman turned her back to you, gazing up at the sky.

"We have many good men and women. Strong, loyal... Good hunters and fighters."

"And what if I don't want just one?" Jake questioned softly and Neytiri looked over her shoulder at him, ears perking up. Jake swallowed and met your curious gaze.

"Who do you want, Jake?" You asked softly.

"Neytiri." Jake answered and she smiled fondly. "And you."

[akirameta84]

do you have any scenes in mind for the hk bugdragon au that you cant get out of your head but havent shared yet?

oho the answer is yes, there are so SO many. but the majority would be a hassle to share because of format and needing context

however i do have a scene in easily shareable format, as i wrote a short oneshot for the latest rendition of the au!! never really planned to share it outside of the friends i already shared it with haha, so its your lucky day

enjoy. hopefully. takes place some vague time after a battle with the radiance but before hollow has officially been proclaimed to the kingdom as child of the monarchs, but the palace staff are aware that the vessel role is no more and theyre supposed to be treated with the same respect as their king and queen

warnings for dehumanization, but it focuses on thk. so thats to be expected. around 1.8k words

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They hadn’t even managed to fully emerge from their room into the gleaming hall of the palace before a voice caught their attention with a startling fashion.

“Ah, there you are! I was beginning to think you’d sleep all day!”

Considering they were still blinking off the last few dregs of sleep combined with some rather strong painkillers, Hollow flinched back in surprise as they jerked their head towards the speaker- a lone palace retainer standing beside their doorway at…not that far after sunrise, to be honest. They spoke as if Hollow had slept for an inordinate amount of time, though before, this would have been a very late time for the vessel to awaken.

The blasted tail attached to its body twitched with the first pang of confusion through its mind- their mind. As far as Hollow knew, they had not been assigned a personal retainer like a few bugs who resided in the palace had. They did not know if that would change, for that was up to their parents, though they did not particularly care for one. Movement impeded by a missing forelimb or not, they could take care of themselves just fine alone.

Regardless, they spread their mandibles wide enough so that they clicked when brought back to strike against their jaw, carefully spelling out the words they wanted to say. They had only begun learning deepspeech a few days ago, and so far did not know many actual words, merely the alphabet. But, while slow, it allowed for some communication.

The native tongue of Deepnest was picked for their communication for its focus on clicking and tapping out words, something easy to accomplish for a creature both mute and quadrupedal (and missing a forelimb to boot, making most forms of sign language barely accessible).

(They felt something warm that could have been happiness when they considered the topic of learning the native language of their baby sister. It was hers and now it was theirs).

“Hi. W-h-a-t-”

“Anyways, now that you’re here, I want you to sit for me, vessel,” The retainer interrupted, talking as if they didn’t even realize Hollow was trying to communicate in the first place (…Which wasn’t that far out of the question considering deepspeech wasn’t exactly commonly spoken in Hallownest, and was only being taught to residents of the palace to allow them to communicate with Hollow, specifically).

But-

It- They-

What?

Their body remained perfectly still even as their mind stumbled and struggled to process what it had heard, paying no mind the actual clarity with which the words had been registered by their senses.

They were not supposed to be the vessel anymore. They did not want to be. They were told that was okay, even. The light the vessel was supposed to contain was now dead and left to be forgotten, their wounds a testament to that, so there was not even a need for a Pure Vessel anymore. Yet-

Had something changed? Had they missed something in the short frame they had slumbered? Why-?

“You must not have heard me properly. Pure Vessel, I command you to sit.”

Its haunches lowered to the ground and it found itself sitting only moments after the words were spoken, staring attentively at the retainer.

Their breath hitched slightly once they realized how readily they’d obeyed. Not even a split second hesitation like they endured before speaking most times. Gods, was it any wonder their brief time as an actual person, as their father’s child, had abruptly come to an end? They were better suited for their old purpose.

…No, they needed to cut that train of thought off now. They weren’t the Hollow Knight anymore, just Hollow who happened to be receiving a long overdue knighting ceremony. Just Hollow, now a wyrm just like their father and technically heir proper (Not a true heir; their parents would have to die for that to mean anything, and gods with strong health and many followers did not tend to die unless they wanted to).

Just-

“Good, you haven’t lost your obedience the way you lost that much more convenient body.”

The words of the palace retainer forced their thoughts to halt and their head to bow as a fresh wave of shamed anxiety shot through their body.

But it did not let itself get lost in thought again. It sat still and merely stared at the retainer, waiting for its next set of directions.

The bug clad in pristine white robes stepped over to where it sat in the entrance of its room, humming as they reached to grab onto the risen hood of its strikingly vibrant, red cloak in their hands. A cloak so big that it draped enough to cover the large wings on its back, and yet they decided to use a part right next to its head instead of anywhere else for examination, tugging against the buttons that kept it fastened around its horns.

The pulsing urge to snap its terribly fanged jaws to the side and rip that arm right off was strong enough to cause its head to twitch slightly. That was their gifted cloak, their possession, their cloak, made just for them by Queen Herrah-

But it did not. It did not even turn its head to look. It sat still and listened.

“I think I’ll keep the cloak on you. Not nearly as regal as your armor and cape used to be, but anything is better than those unsightly injuries beneath!” The retainer chuckled as they backed away, gaze bordering on something like disapproval.

Disapproval that made it want to skitter back into its room and sit behind the door so that no bug could enter.

But it did not. It sat still.

“Come with me now. I am in need of a guard for myself and a few others for a function in the capital, and what better guard for a bug of my status than the Pure Vessel itself, changed or no?”

The vessel watched as the retainer walked off into the hallway, and when it first attempted to follow, its body jerked forward but failed to get up.

It did not make the same mistake twice. Its next attempt left it successfully lumbering after the retainer as it was led down a staircase to presumably exit the palace.

It almost lost its footing only a few steps in; this was only the fifth time it had used stairs since its most recent…molt left it no longer bipedal. This was only the third time time since it had lost what would have been an arm had this change not occurred.

This was the first time it did not once actually lose its footing and tumble painfully down. It made it to the bottom, albeit slowly and trembling more than before when it reached the floor.

…Why was it trembling? It was just following orders like it was supposed to.

No matter. It was to focus on the retainer leading it to where they needed it to go. That was its only priority.

Light brighter than the persistent glow of the palace already had in the corner of the eye it could still see out of immediately became its priority seconds later, and it was unable to stop itself from snapping its head over to the source.

That was the King. That was their father-

It snapped its attention back to the retainer fast enough that it could only pray its slip up had not been noticed by either party (Pray to whom? The god it was praying to have avoided in the first place?).

The sound of his numerous footfalls halted not a beat later, though, and the vessel knew its own limping stride was not capable of drowning it out to that degree. He had stopped.

He had noticed.

“Hollow, would you come with me? I have something to show you,” Came his unexpected voice, forcing their head to twist right back to his direction.

In what could only be described as an undignified, desperate scramble, it swiftly made its way to its fathers side, quivering as it fought to avoid its gaze for reasons it could not place. Unlike before, this lack of hesitation brought forward a traitorous feeling of relief.

“I do hope that you did not need them for anything important, for they will be unavailable for the next while,” He addressed to the retainer, and though their head was bowed, they were far taller than him even like this and could easily see how he shifted to face them.

“A-ah! No, no worries, it wasn’t! I just asked if they’d be willing to help me move some heavy furniture, but I can find someone else!”

…They were lying straight to the face of the Pale King. Hollow couldn’t stop the flood of sheer indignance on his behalf at their audacity. Why would they not tell the truth? Did-

Did that mean that they weren’t the vessel again? Was the King not supposed to know they had been ordered such? He…

…was facing them now. They met his gaze, resisting the urge to flee back to their room as his eyes narrowed in…contemplation? Anger? Disappointment? They had hardly learned how to read their own emotions, let alone others-

“I see. Hollow, is that what they asked you to do?”

…He was asking them for what happened. The prospect, let alone actually being asked as much, broke the slight reverie they’d fallen into. Evidently, things had not reverted back to before.

They flicked their gaze at the retainer, who was fidgeting with the sleeves of their robe.

They flicked it back to their father, who was watching expectantly.

And then they opened their jaws to click out the needed words.

“Go-to p-a-r-t-y. O-r-d-e-r-e-d f-o-l-l-o-w. G-u-a-r-d.”

Despite merely explaining the actual, truthful story, they still shook as if they had just lied as egregiously as the other bug…though maybe that was also because their remaining forelimb was beginning to ache as painfully as the one that wasn’t there somehow did.

Their father sighed and immediately faced the retainer, who Hollow didn’t dare glance at as they waited for the tense moment of silence to pass. Their tail threatened to break the silence with how it twitched against the floor, annoyingly, though.

“Right. Why don’t you go find your mother in the palace’s gardens and take your breakfast with her? Tell her I will be preoccupied for the next while,” Was what he settled on saying at last, and Hollow didn’t spare a second glance before turning to leave with his permission.

Breakfast sounded nice. Being anywhere else sounded even nicer.

“Come with me. Clearly, you have ignored some of the recent changes within the White Palace, and I take pleasure in properly enlightening you on them.”

The words they heard from their father as they left had them feeling warm again, though. It left them believing they truly could be more than just a vessel someday, no matter how much that fact was sometimes a struggle to accept.

[benji-parker]

benji parker - enfp - the campaigner

e- extroverted

for as long as benji can remember, he’s always been drawn to other people. as a child they would be the kid in the room who wanted to be friends with all the other children. this has extended well into his adult life because while he no longer feels the need to befriend everyone he meets, he still very much enjoys talking to other people and getting to know them. they find it sort of exhilarating to put themself out there and interact with people they’ve never met before. he also enjoys attending social events because he prefers that energy to being alone. it’s very easy for them to feel energized when they’re in a crowd, whereas spending a day by themself would likely just leave them craving social interaction.

this is also helpful for working at a diner because it means he’s able to connect with the customers on an interpersonal level. it’s not hard for them to make small talk with the people at their tables because most of the time, they genuinely want to learn about the people. he would feel comfortable walking up to someone that looks like they’re struggling and asking how he can help, interacting with strangers isn’t a daunting idea to him. in fenrir’s wood they know a decent amount of in the inhabitants just because they aren’t afraid of putting themself out there. plus, his friendliness coupled with being outgoing sometimes means that people are attracted to him.

n- intuitive 

benji is very good at finding connections between people, as well as situations. he can recognize pretty quickly if two people interacting aren’t getting along, based on their body language, choice of words, and facial expressions. this also applies to when people are interacting with them, though they try not to take it personally when it seems like someone doesn’t like them. in the former situation he finds that it’s best to remove himself from the conversation, due to his nature he would more than likely want to figure out why the person didn’t like him. 

with their friends, they find that they’re good at providing a listening ear, though their advice might not always be the best. he can provide an outside perspective to the situation, but the issue is that if he doesn’t know the other person the only advice he can provide is essentially an educated guess. they can draw upon solutions that have worked in other situations that were similar, but they also realize that this might not work with other people.

f- feeling

being a naturally empathetic soul, benji can easily understand why someone might be feeling the way they do. even if he might have a different opinion, it’s not difficult for him to put himself in someone else’s shoes to understand why they feel the way they do. they find this particularly helpful when it comes to conflict resolution because they’re able to temporarily set their own feelings aside and prioritize coming to a resolution. regardless of how he might feel, benji considers the feelings of other people more important than his own. they would much prefer to find a solution to the problem and move on than have the attention turned to how they feel.

this does require him to have some kind of an outlet because he can recognize that keeping his emotions hidden away isn’t healthy, so he puts his thoughts and feelings in a journal. this way they’re still expressing their emotions, but they also aren’t hurting anyone’s feelings by doing so. in almost all situations he would make a decision that keeps in mind the other person’s feelings, not one that’s based in facts or logic. 

p- perceiving

while benji doesn’t mind having a set schedule most days, he doesn’t really prefer it. they would much rather let the day unfold however they see fit, but with their job this isn’t really a possibility. it’s easy to fall into the routine of shifts, but overall he prefers to have a variation of night, day, and midday shifts as opposed to having the same schedule week after week. this way they still have room for spontaneity in their life and don’t feel overly constricted by the time constraints put on them by their job. 

he dislikes doing chores, but he isn’t prone to leaving them for when it’s absolutely necessary that he does them. they try to do these things as needed and that might be every couple days or so. that’s perfectly fine by them, so long as they don’t have to do these things as soon as they have the time to do so. he prefers engaging in his hobbies or other things he does for fun before addressing these. 

strengths

curious, perceptive, enthusiastic, good-natured, positive

weaknesses

people-pleaser, disorganized, restless, overly accommodating, unfocused

fictional characters with this personality

luz noceda (the owl house), howl pendragon (howl’s moving castle), mabel pines (gravity falls), olaf (frozen), andy dwyer (parks and recreation), wheatley (portal) 

[thot-son-of-odin]

So I have an idea that I may or may not fully write (spoiler alert probably not because I’m so lazy) but I was thinking of this idea where Thor knows how to speak the Jotun language because Bestla taught him but she died before the war/Loki was adopted, and eventually after ragnarok when the aesir and jotun finally patch things up, they discover this and Loki has many feelings.

Anyway have the bit that I’ve written:

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The words flew out of Thor’s mouth like music, mellifluous and steady, the sharp rolls of r’s, harsh exhales of j’s — it was as if he was meant to speak the language. Loki watched, barely picking up on half the words. It had only been a few months since he’d started learning the language of his birth race and he found it ridiculously difficult. Who needed 10 different ways to say goodbye based on who you were talking to?

But for Thor, it was no matter at all. Why? Because, like almost everything about their family, Odin had neglected to tell them everything. This time it was that their grandmother, his mother, Bestla, was a jotun.

Bestla had died before Loki ever had a chance to meet her, but Thor had apparently spent enough time with her to not only pick up the language but retain it through his adult life. It had been a game to him, he’d said. A way for them to speak privately without anyone listening. And when Bestla died, his brother had made an effort to remember it. Based on the way he looked when he talked, they must have been close. Thor’s face squeezed into that sad smile every time they talked about her, the one that Loki despised for equal measures because he was not privy to those memories and because (secretly) he didn’t want his brother to be sad.

Not that he’d ever tell Thor that.

But hearing Thor speak with such confidence in a language that he might have learned, had Laufey not abandoned him — it made him feel off. He still felt himself to be Aesir, regardless of his skin underneath, and carried with him the teachings of the Aesir. That the Jotnar were unintelligent, that they were savages, that the Aesir were above them in all measures. He knew this wasn’t true, and for his brother, it had apparently been easy to cast off these teachings in favor of embracing his cuckoo brother. Loki was not so lucky.

His attention was brought back by a raucous sound of laughter, and he looked up in confusion. Thor repeated what he had said, speaking in that foreign tongue, and Loki shook his head.

“I don’t get it,” he tried to say in their language.

“Ah, no,” said Helblindi in Allspeak. “You’ve switched the tenses. Like this.”

He spoke the correct phrasing back to him, and Loki repeated it. He felt like a child.

Actually, he felt worse. He felt like a stranger, and Thor, who by all accounts should have felt even more like one than him, did not. Thor fit in everywhere, it seemed.

[lolaxbunnyy]

paring: Bakugou x blackfem! reader x Shinsou

warnings: language, slight smut?, make out session.

Falling in love with your two best friends wasn’t a mistake whatsoever. Meeting Katsuki when you two were in class 1-A together. Of course he was an asshole, but slowly you learned that he was actually a big softie. Especially when it came down to you. He didn’t really like that you’d hang out with anyone else, especially if it wasn’t him. If it was Mina or any other girl sure but let’s say if Denki tried to flirt with you, regardless of you two being friends or not. He’d walk right up to you mid conversation, grab you and throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes then walked away and grumble to you while you kicking and wailing for him to let you go on his back. “Why’re you always hangin’ around with dunce face, huh? You’ve got me. Don’t gotta hang around other boys.” Then you’d tease him for being jealous and he’d tell you to shut up and pull you closer to his chest as he cuddles you to sleep. Loves when he gets to play with your soft curls to help him fall asleep faster.

It was always him and him only. He was the one that got to hold you every night. He was the one that got to see the best parts of you. And he was the one that got to take care of you and maybe even occasionally kiss your pretty lips. But that all changed in your third year of U.A. When you started to focus your attention on that ‘purple haired freak’ is how he describes him. He’d always pout when you say you’d make time for him later or that you’ll see him later and that you’re going to go hang out with Shinsou. I mean he already didn’t like him and now this just makes him dislike even more than he already does. At least that’s what he thought.

When the three of you started hanging out together he noticed how happy Shinsou makes you and occasionally when your attention was focused on him, he’d see Shinsou staring at him and you. Almost as if he’s admiring the both of you at the same time. And Katsuki himself couldn’t help but stare at Shinsou from time to time. He couldn’t help the fact that he was so pretty. Katsuki’s interest in him grew more and more that he couldn’t help but say yes to you when you asked for the both of them to move in with you while the three of you were just side kicks.

Now the three of you being pro heros and being in the same house together you couldn’t help but try to at least ignore the tension that was around the three of you. Considering that being friends was what was keeping you three together. But all of you knew you wanted more, so much more.

“What are you doing?” A deep sleepy voice asked. Startled, you jumped and almost fell onto you ass as you practically flew off from standing on the counter, your bonnet almost falling off in the process. You looked over at the perpetrator who had scared the shit out of you only to see Shinsou standing there rubbing his eye like a child stretching slightly is only when you noticed how he didn’t have a shirt on, only the grey sweatpants that were hanging dangerously low on his hips showing off his v-line. “God dammit Shinsou you scared me.” You let out a sigh of relief and he hummed. “Don’t do that anymore. ‘might hurt yourself.” He mumbled as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You heard him chuckle lowly in you ear before feeling his warm hand softly grab the fat of your ass. “Love the fit by the way, baby.” He hummed referring to the short shorts and the sports bra you were wearing. “Would look even better with some thigh highs.” He said as he kissed the side of your neck and slapped your thigh lightly watching it jiggle after. Not letting you go he asked, “What are you makin’ ?” “ ‘m makin’ breakfast.” You could practically hear his frown from behind you.

“ ‘member what happen last time baby? You burnt yourself and Katsuki had scolded you for a hot minute for being so careless.” The both of you chuckled at the memory. “Hey eyebags let her go. ‘Had her all mornin’. ” Shinsou looked over at the blonde and quirked a brow. “All mornin’ ? I just got up.” Katsuki rolled his eyes and gently pushed Shinsou away. “Still, ‘s my turn.” He mumbled as he lowered his lips to the other side of your neck and gave you several kisses. You could hear Shinsou scoff before hearing the sound of a chair scraping across the floor. “Y/N? What did I tell you about bein’ in the kitchen.” You rolled your eyes. “Don’t worry I didn’t hurt myself. The foods done anyways.” He hummed and happily took the plate of food form your hands and sat one seat away from Shinsou at the counter.

Hitoshi pouted. “Baby, wasn’t I awake before him? How come he got his plate first?” You handed him another and grabbed yours while sitting next to him. “That was yours but Katsuki took it before I had the chance to give it to you.” Shinsou hummed as he shoved a fork full of pancakes into his mouth. “Thought so.” It was silent for a moment until Katsuki spoke up. “So you two heard bout what they’re sayin’ bout us now?” Me and Shinsou looked at him confused. “They think we’re dating.” You moved your fork around your plate. Shinsou shrugged. “It was going to happen one way or another. I mean considering what happened at the Hero Gala last week it shouldn’t be that surprising why they think that.” Your cheeks heated up while Katsuki’s turned pink. “We were drunk…” He mumbled quietly while turning away to drink his orange juice. “They always assume stuff like that, anyways, I’m sure it’ll be nothin’ but a memory in the next few days.” Katsuki scoffed. “Yea cause they’ll be on and on about Deku.” He grumbled and both boys noticed how quiet you were and glanced at you playing with your fingers. “Y/N your foods gonna get cold, princess. Why aren’t you eatin’ ?” Katsuki asked.

“Do you think that us dating would be bad?” Both boys looked at you then at each other. “Not…really? Why’re you askin’ ?” Shinsou said it like a question and you of course took that the wrong way. “N-no reason! I was just uhm…askin’ is all.” You mumbled and quickly ate the rest of your food before getting up and putting your plate in the sink then walked off to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. Katsuki and Shinsou watched you walk away. Yeah it was a nice view but now wasn’t the time to be thinking about that. Shinsou shared a look with Katsuki and it was quiet for a moment. “So who’s turn is it to wash dishes?” Hitoshi glared at Katsuki and he raised his hands up.

“Alright, alright, I’ll talk to her. But it seemed like she was expecting us to say something different.” Hitoshi quirked a brow. “The question she asked. She wanted a different answer, Toshi.” Katsuki rolled his eyes and Hitoshi smirked. “That’s the first time the Katsuki Bakugou had ever said my name like that.” He grabbed the blondes chin and pulled him closer. “You should call me that more. ‘Turns me on.” He gave the blonde a little peck on the cheek and if he wasn’t red then he’s as red as his eyes now. His vermillion gaze watching as Shinsou walked down the opposite hallway from where you went. He could feel Katsuki’s gaze so his pretty dark purple eyes made contact with his he smiled. “Stop strain’ Kat. Go talk to our girl.” The blonde tched and looked away while getting up and putting both his and Shinsou’s plates in the sink. “I wasn’t starin’ dumbass. There’s nothin’ to stare at anyways.” Hitoshi put his hand on his chest offendedly. “I’ve got more ass then you.” Katsuki laughed. “Nah you’re wrong I’ve got more ass than you.” The both of them stopped immediately when you yelled form your shared bedroom. “Cut the crap! I’ve got more ass than both of you!” Both boys looked at each other and shrugged. “She’s not wrong.” “She can never stay mad at us can she?” “Nope.” Shinsou said then continued to make his way down the hallway towards the living room. Katsuki shook his head. “Why’d I go and fall in love with that idiot.” He sighed with a smile on his face.

He walked towards your shared bedroom and knocked on the door softly. “Y/N?” It was silent for a moment. “Go away ‘m naked.” Katsuki chuckled. “Like that’s gonna stop me. We’ve showered together plenty of times.” He heard you sigh. “Come in.” You muttered softly and instantly Katsuki opened the door. As soon as he walked in he noticed you laying on the bed staring up at the ceiling. He walked over to you and hovered over your body. “Angel what’s wrong?” He asked softly and you opened up your arms and quickly he plopped down onto you and nestled his head in your boobs. “So warm…” he mumbled and wrapped his arms around your torso. Picking up one of your hands and putting in his head. It was his way of telling you that he wants you to run your fingers through his soft spikey hair. If he said it out loud he be embarrassed. He’s not as straight forward as Shinsou and you found it cute.

“Now tell me what’s wrong.” He said sternly making you laugh. “ ‘s nothin’ Suki.” You mumbled and he hummed disapprovingly. He let all of his weight fall on top of you. Letting the feeling of your hands in his hair soothe him. “You’re lyin’. ” He grumbled into your chest and you sighed and pushed him off of you making him whine in protest. “You’re not helpin’. ” you grumbled and he frowned. “Well I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s the problem.” He whined angain as he wrapped his arms around you once again. “Like I said. ‘s nothin-” “Do you like us?” The question caught you all the way off guard.

You quickly turned to face him. “What.” He smacked his lips together before turning over in his back and putting his hands behind his head. “You heard me, Y/n. ‘m not repeating myself.” You bit your lip as you stared at him. “It dosent matter. ‘s not like you two feel the same.” You mumbled and felt someone laugh from behind as arms wrapped around your waist. “Are you doubting us baby? Hell I’m lucky enough that you even noticed me since your attention was on that blonde idiot.” “Hey!” You and Shinsou laughed as Katsuki wrapped his arms around you as well and buried his face into you neck. “Anyways, me and Katsuki are lucky enough to even have you and we love you more than anything, precious.” He said while lifting up your chin and without warning his soft lips landed onto yours and you instantly kissed him back. Once he let go Katsuki quickly grabbed your face (gently) and kissed your lips as well. Once he let go you were in a complete daze. Katsuki chuckled but it was soon cut off by the feeling of Hitoshi’s slender fingers grabbing his chin and pulling their faces closer together. “Don’t think I forgot about you, pretty boy.” Katsuki hummed and bit his lip. The both of them smiling at each other before they pulled each other into a sloppy kiss. Making out with each other right in front of you like they’ve been waiting to do that forever.

Katsuki straddled Hitoshi as the kiss got more heated and as hot as they both looked, you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together to soothe the heat building up between them. Once you heard a loud smack you looked over to see that the two boys had let go of the kiss. Katsuki rubbed his finger on Hitoshi’s now swollen pink bottom lip and but his. “God you’re so sexy.” He groaned and Shinsou smiled. And you almost whimpered when their gazes landed on you. Shinsou carefully moved Katsuki off of him and crawled over towards you. He started to gently kiss your neck as Katsuki started to kiss the other side. You felt hot under all of this attention. It was too much but you’d don’t want them to stop. “We didn’t forget about you pretty girl.” Katsuki hummed at Shinsou as he himself started to leave love marks on your neck. “Trust me baby. We’re gonna make love to you all night.”

“Yea gonna make you even more ours.”

[buuggerz]

🖤Nico Legacy of love and Child of the Underworld💀

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I keep seeing Nico di Angelo child of Aphrodite posts and they’re lovely-

But i raise you,

Nico Legacy of Aphrodite and Child of Hades.

I mean think about it,

Maria di Angelo could see through the Mist, Was the daughter of a wealthy family (a diplomat i believe), Known for her class, beauty, and Beautiful singing voice.

Many attributes of the love goddess, wether Aphrodite was her mother or grandmother. (leaning more towards mother)

Hades falling for beauty headstrong singer activist, (unclaimed) Child of Aphrodite and having two beautiful kids.

it’s kinda writes it self. but anyways.

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Nico being a Legacy of Aphrodite and Child of Hades, Would Effects his demigod powers, getting some from the love goddess.

While most forget he’s there as he fades in the background or find him unsettling do to his father , Once Nico Commands your attention, be it through actions or words, he’s difficult to ignore, like lesser charmspeak or a more commanding presence.

I think he be able to deduce other’s feelings easier. which is a double edge sword for Nico, Cause he can read that people don’t like him/ are scared of him.

and i feel like even if he could read feelings and they were genuine in being nice, or liked him ect. Nico would still be cautious and distrustful due to the past.

Some of the traits I think Nico would inherited is definitely the being able to speak french. Though i think he’s able to speak/ pick up most romance languages easier. (considering he already speaks italian)

And The fact that all defendants of aphrodite are attractive to everyone-(which nico is regardless)

Nico would probably be seen more ethereal (Angelical) but intimidating. He’s still unnerving but it’s more like a single look can say a thousand words.

I also think he’d be more observant and is able to pick up Subtle changes in details quicker.

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Also the Sheer symbolism that would give Nico being a legacy of aphrodite.

The Beauty of death and while sad and melancholy. It’s still can bring peace to those that have lived a hard life through sacrifice for good.

The Hurt that’s felt of losing a someone your care about.

The love that hurts you cause it’s something that you can’t get back or atleast wont be the same.

It Also makes sense for Nico, someone who Understands Love and how it can hurt you, and How it can bring you do things that can be reckless and self-destructive.

Nico as Legacy of Aphrodite, and child of Hades

i can see how both aspects of his parentage can collide and create hurt, but also how well it can mesh.

Especially as he learns to love himself and who he is, as a child of hades & as a queer person and then also as a legacy.

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I have so many thoughts on this and how things would play out a bit differently in my mind,

it was fun to brainstorm on this :)

[morazima]

Sex/Life Season 1 Review

It turns into a complete train wreck

I just finished watching Sex/Life season 1 on Netflix. Now, as someone whose kinky and enjoys watching sex-related entertainment, I’ll admit, the description intrigued me (effectively boiling down to a girl seeing an ex-boyfriend of hers who reignited passions while she had conflicting feelings).

There were serious problems in this show, however. For starters, we learn our main protagonist girl nearly completed a Ph.D. in psychology. Her focus was on monogamy vs polyamory and how she sided more with monogamy. She had a rather sexually promiscuous life before meeting up with her current husband. She feels however her sex life has grown stale since she gave birth to her second child and we learn the husband hasn’t really done anything really intimate with her in many months. Her husband finds and reads her private e-journal on her laptop where she’s graphically fantasizing about sex with one of her ex boyfriends. So, we have our plot set up and the season lasts 8 episodes long.

The drama for this kind of show was tolerable. Until episode 7.

Warning, everything after this gets into spoiler territory. Also, given the very graphic sexual nature of this show — viewer discretion is strongly advised for those who have any kind of aversion or repulsion towards sexual imagery, kink scenes, swingers' parties, etc.

In Episode 7, we see the main couple go to a sex/orgy swingers party by neighbors (another straight couple). However, the neighbors did not warn them “hey, this is what we are taking you to”. Upon entering the large mansion, we see glimpses of people having sex with each other, walking around nude (or almost fully nude), moaning, etc. Our main couple looks stunned that this is what they walked into.

This is a huge big “NO” in the actual real-world kink community, including polyamory or open relationships.

Consent is something we put a huge emphasis on, regardless if it’s with an established couple or friends you want to bring to such an event.

The next problem in the episode was the husband decided to try to initiate sex with his partner. In the middle of trying to take her clothes off, we see the woman is clearly uncomfortable. She begs him to stop and he reluctantly stops. He takes a step back and the neighbors come by. The wife of the neighbor couple starts to go down on the husband. The wife of the husband is staring in shock as she sees her neighbor go down on her husband. While the husband is clearly enjoying himself, the camera goes back to the woman. She’s sobbing (though desperately trying to get it together). The camera angles and just the general feeling/tone of the show shift into this horrific angle of “see, you’re getting a taste of your own medicine, you whore, now you are regretting it, slut” the girl starts to walk away. The husband of the woman going down on hers bumps into her and tries to initiate sex with her. She tells him a firm “no” but he is persistent. Her husband walks over, sees what’s going on, one verbal fight leads into another and the two husbands are now beating the living crap out of each other on the floor.

While no safeword was called during this event — it’s clear the wife of the husband protagonist was extremely uncomfortable with what was happening and the husband never stopped.

Again, this is another huge “NO” in the kink and BDSM community. Regardless if you’re at a large group event or it’s a personal play scene with you and your partner, you need to pay attention to the other person (or people, if it’s a bigger scene). If someone is clearly uncomfortable (body language, verbally mentioning it, etc.), it is proper protocol to stop and check in on the person. Hell, this is a good and safe thing to do regardless periodically during a scene to ensure everyone is still comfortable with everything that is going on. Safe words are not mandatory for a scene to stop if someone in the scene is clearly very uncomfortable with what is going on.

I remember when I was playing with my boyfriend last I saw him in kinky circumstances, he would frequently check in on me, asking me and making sure I was still okay with what was going on with us during the scene. This is what should happen during any kind of kink, fetish, BDSM, or non-monogamous scene. It’s very easy for someone unexpectedly to slip into panic attack mode (which is exactly what was happening to our protagonist wife in said show, for which the show mocked her).

This show, while having a catchy soundtrack, turned absolutely unbearable after this episode. What should have happened with the woman was her temporarily separating from her husband (not divorce — just live with her best friend who we frequently see in the episode, or another trusted loved one), getting some serious therapy sessions, and blocking her manipulative douchebag ex-boyfriend who snowballed everything that was happening.

The show tries to make the ex-boyfriend effectively a sympathetic villain due to his abusive family past as a child. This is such a cheap writing trick. Yes, people who do terrible things to others often come from bad childhoods. But this is a horrible, frankly viewer-manipulative thing to do.

Would I recommend this show to another person? Hell no. Especially after they broke every very basic “101 kink and non-monogamous” rule when it came to basic consent.

[wild-houseplant]

Hello my wonderful and lovely friend!!! I come, as I am wont to do, with questions for splendidissima Rhodri from the OC Codex prompts:

2. a letter written by your OC’s family member

3. a report written by your OC’s teacher or mentor

4. a letter from your OC to their love interest

Now, I don't know if you will spend these days celebrating or not, but they seem to be busy days for anybody regardless. Please take as much time as you like and pick whichever tickle your fancy. And have some lovely, lovely days. Off I go!

OH HI HEY ! 8D 8D Good to see you and thank you for sending in the prompts!! I had such a great time with these, both of my braincells were working overtime and it was a joy!

Owing to spacing and the sheer volume of the answers I'm sticking all this under the cut. I'd apologise but we both know I don't mean it x) x) x)

so o o o 2. A letter written by your OC's family member Here's one from Rhod's younger brother, Owen. Heirs aren't allowed to have favourites, but suffice it to say she and Owen had easy and natural compatibility. He was nine-ish and Rhodri would've been twelve.

The paper is bleached, high-quality Tevinter vellum, bearing a template header in red ink, reading in Tevene rune script, EX SCRIBIO CALLISTANI SPIRI (“From the desk of Spiro Callistanus”). At the top right of the page, the date 13 Justinian, 9:22 Era Drakonis is added in the same wobbly runic script in the rest of the letter. The language of writing is Tevene.

I love you Sēvē,

My birthday was good but sad without you, and thank you for my greenhouse. Mazarin and Evander aren’t allowed inside because they break everything now. Bethann sits with me in there sometimes but not for long. 

School is hard but Tata says it gets easier with time. When you come back we can go together. I think that would make it better. Mazarin and Evander are too loud and they don’t sit with me any more. Do you know any plant spells? Please write all of them down so I can learn them when my magic comes. And please tell me your favourite three plants. Mine are ivy, snake kiss, and butterleaf.

Please write lots more soon.

And I love you, from Owen your brother.

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Author's notes:

Callistanus- ‘of’ House Callistus, the name given to non-heir family members. An heir is the house, the non-heirs are the members of said house. ‘Callistani is Callistanus in genitive (possessive- I know you know this; clarifying for other potential readers) case. Owen's Tevene name is Spiro, Spiri in genitive form.

The Callistanus/Amell kids did not cope well with Rhodri being taken to the Circle. Not least because they were an arm’s length away when the Kirkwall Templars were beating her to a pulp.  Mazarin and Evander, who already tended to be loud and demanding, became destructive and disruptive, and both of them developed explosive tempers that proved hard to pacify.  Bethann, the youngest and most sensitive sibling, suffered frequent meltdowns that required many years to identify causes for and address.  Owen, the middle child, was always quiet and courteous. The adults in his life, amid attending to his louder, needier siblings, frequently ‘checked in’ on him, and they would have used all the resources they had to attend to any need he might have, but if he said he was doing fine (he always did), they left it at that and assumed he was content to keep to himself. Rhodri had always made a point of keeping him by her side and giving him plenty of one-on-one attention even if he was ‘fine,’ and he soaked that up like a sponge. After she was taken away, though, and the other siblings proved to be very squeaky wheels, there was nobody to fill the gap in those childhood to early teen years. Owen ended up rather neglected, and horribly lonely, and hid it, even lied about it, to everyone but Rhodri for years. Consequently, Owen tends to have a low opinion of himself, and is disinclined to seek out something, however badly he might want it. He does a lot better once Rhodri's back, and certainly once his folks found out (to their unrestricted horror) how neglected he had felt, they did their darnedest to make it up to him as well. But Rhod's return was really what cemented that improvement.

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On to 3. a report written by your OC's teacher and mentor

I liked this question because I like the idea of there being a very specific, Chantry-determined format to a progress report, filled with formalities that ostensibly show some level of "civility" between the Templars and the mages. Plus, grading system? How do the mages measure success? So many questions!! Thank you for making me think of the answers!! -

The paper is bleached, blank vellum of middle to high quality, with the standard Circle progress report template already written in with black ink. Irving’s handwriting is a neat cursive that is no longer taught in the Circles. -

Date: 7 Eluviesta, 9:21 Dragon

Tutor name and rank: Irving, F.E.

Apprentice name; age; specialisation: Rhodri S. C. Amell// 10 y.o.// Arcane Magic

Progress report number, AYTD: 2

Presenting compliments to the Knight-Commander and having the honour to report:

Following the discovery of lyrium affliction in early Verimensis 9:22, Rhodri Amell has completed three months of compensatory meditation and distraction management training. Spellpower has improved significantly, as has spell duration (Max. 4; 10s per HS); mana inefficiency has also decreased (less est. 2.5, now 5.5). Continuation of the program recommended indefinitely.

Despite her progress, Rhodri’s temper outbursts are increasing in frequency during lessons proper. I reiterate to the Knight-Commander my suspicion that these arise from the elemental damage and consequent pain in her hands from unsafe proximity to trained mana, particularly as her affliction prevents her from wearing the requisite enchanted safety gloves. As per my last reports, I strongly recommend that my apprentice be permitted to use a sylvan branch staff to prevent more of the same; responding to outbursts with punishment has proved manifestly unhelpful and I continue to urge its cessation to the Knight-Commander with the greatest emphasis.

I note that Rhodri continues to tutor beginner students in her free time. E. Delilah has anecdotally mentioned better performance in this cohort in comparison to Delilah’s previous cohort, and has advised willingness to allow my apprentice to shadow her for some classes. With assistance in managing the change in schedule, I anticipate further progress for all concerned.

Reiterating assurances to the Knight-Commander of my highest consideration.

Irving, F.E. 

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Author's notes on abbreviations and measurements - AYTD: Academic year to date - Spellpower scale is from 0 (not casting) to 10 (Destruction of a single room - HS- healing spell (in this case spell duration measures how long the intended effects persist until the spell is cut off or wears off on its own) - Mana inefficiency scale measures how much unformed mana escapes when a spell is cast, from 0 (no mana lost) to 10 (all, or almost all mana escaped). .

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And 4: A letter from your OC to their love interest!

The author's notes are long so I'd better just get to it:

The paper is bleached, high-quality Tevinter vellum, bearing a template header in red ink, reading in Tevene rune script, EX SCRIBIO CALLISTI SEVERIN (“From the desk of Severin Callistus”). At the top right of the page, the date 11 Pluitanis, 9:35 Era Drakonis is written in sharp, austere letters, as is the rest of the content. The language of writing is Common, with the exception of the tercet, which is in Tevene.

Dulcis,

I pen this letter to you with all my love and, in adherence to the conditions set by your challenge:

I admit that I stand corrected: pickpocketing is very difficult and is not “something I could do as easily as blinking.” (I will say, however, that hiding grapes in the pocket you were keeping the coins was entirely unnecessary. It feels like those bastard Void fruits are hiding everywhere, now.)

With great embarrassment, I enclose a reproduction of the tercetus I so foolishly admitted to writing and frankly, my love, I am starting to think you organised this whole bet so you could get your hands on it.  . In vitae finite stabit Formator ton, et querisit "A Incredule, quemisi exultum mihim offerti?" Et respondit humilite, "Ton Zevran, Sanctus amade" .

I must say, my love, I’m enjoying writing to you even though you’re right beside me. I think I’d like to do this more often– though hopefully with fewer tercetae. Maybe I could hang short missives off your Friday flowers. What do you think?

Also, please let me know if you would like to go to the Sidereal Telescopium tomorrow. Quirina is giving a speech on the upcoming New Constellations Room, and I have many questions for them.

My whole heart to you,

Severin (Rhodri). -

Author’s notes:

Tercetus- a traditional Tevene-style three-line rhyming poem.

A rough translation: At the end of life I will stand before your Maker, and he will ask me "You, Unbeliever, tell me– what worship did you ever offer me?" And I will say, simply and earnestly, "Holy Immortal, I loved Your Zevran."

Rhod’s got a complicated religious life. She started okay; the family wasn’t especially pious but they did Chantry things at the frequency considered respectable. Once she landed in Kinloch Hold, though, her prevailing question, for which never received a satisfactory answer, was: “If the Maker can do anything, and He loves us, why does he let us suffer? I wouldn’t do that, and I’m a child, nto a god.” After Broken Circle, she refused to believe the Maker existed, as a consolation to herself, and to avoid the sort of vengeful blasphemy that gets you hung, drawn, and quartered. There’s something about Zevran’s patient faith, though, and his willingness to offer thanks that he has what he has, however miserable his life has been. It’s impressively staunch, and Rhodri admires that, and treasures the comfort it brings him, enough that she slowly comes around to her idea of a compromise. Said compromise is acknowledging that if the Maker exists, He is as capable at unleashing bitter cruelty as He is at creating boundless joy. Rhod’s not one to praise bad behaviour in anyone, let alone a god who should know better, but by golly He did everyone a good turn when He made Zevran. Maybe age will bring other wisdom, but for now, she lets her love for Zevran be her tentative worship, because it’s the only praise she can offer in earnest. Though idk, what better compliment is there for a creator than someone wholeheartedly adoring their creation?  I like to think it’s enough for the time being. A religious journey isn’t always straightforward but I always found that complications bring their own insights.

I have no idea why Rhodri signs off her letters to Zevvo as ‘Severin (Rhodri).’ They agreed early on never to use the Tevene name to avoid the ridiculousness that comes with similar-sounding names (it gets especially bad when the siblings give him the Tevene-ised nickname Zēvē when they’re already calling Rhodri Sēvē. Agony!) Same deal with Owen signing off letters to her as “Owen your brother”. Must be hereditary.

Also I'm not sure about how ok it is to use Artbreeder generated images what with the art theft things going around now (I'm not sure where it stands on that sort of thing) so I'll leave out the artbreeder portrait I have of Owen. For a face claim, though, this feller here is pretty close (though I grant you Simon Wood is unlikely to be 9yo in this gif). Token ginger of the Amell-Callistus brood, what's up!

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hi! Could I have a matchup please? I hope i didn't put too much infor down i can be rambly oops

Fandom(s): Bungou Stray Dogs, Demon Slayer, and Haikyuu

Name (optional): Ken

Pronouns: Any

Sexuality: Unlabelled

Zodiac/MBTI: Pisces, INFP

Appearance:

Shoulder-length dirty blonde, wavy hair. Tinted pink from faded dye

Blue-grey eyes

Really pale

173cm

Skinny but like, in an athletic/strong-looking way

Not much of a sense of fashion. I like wearing what's comfortable, and often wear graphic tshirts/oversized hoodies with black joggers or cargo pants, plus crocs or boots lol. Pajamas too

Personality: I've been told on many occasions that there are two very different sides to my personality (the stoic, smart, calm side, and the side that's rambly, chatty, while still being awkward lol. People who know this side often treat me like a child or pet or something). Anxious in crowded, overly social situations, especially if it's a new place/situation.

Likes:

Sciences, especially chemistry

Strategy/puzzle games. Solving riddles and stuff

Anime/manga

Coffee

Dislikes:

Repetitive sounds or movements (clocks, chewing, etc)

BUGS (especially ones with wings)

Ignorant people

Crowded places with lots of sensory input :)

Hobbies

Duolingo lol

Volleyball + Working out

Reading

Any extra information: None, I think

Hi Ken! Thank you for your request! I hope you like your matchups!

In Bungo Stray Dogs, I match you with...

Ranpo likes that you have two sides to your personality. He finds it fun to guess which personality is going to come into action.

Pretty good at managing social situations so he can help you out if you start getting overwhelmed.

Enjoys listening to you talk about science. Ranpo's always up for learning more about anything and if it's something you're passionate about, he's happy to listen to you.

More than happy to do riddles and puzzle games with you. Just be prepared for him to figure out the solution to a hard puzzle within a minute. It's what he does. He won't spoil the answer though, you can work on figuring it out. He wants to see your face light up when you find the solution.

Coffee dates! He'll always get his coffee with an unhealthy amount of sugar, as well as a sweet treat to go with it.

Ranpo will get rid of bugs for you. But expect him to ask you for a reward. Whether it's a coffee, a snack, or a hug/kiss, he's happy with anything.

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

Giyu is the quiet to your rambling. That's not to say he doesn't enjoy listening to you! He's particularly fond of your rambling, he finds it endearing.

Another one who definitely drinks unhealthy amounts of coffee. So café dates will be common. Giyu is open to trying new places but he has a favourite place to go for coffee. The servers all know his order by heart.

Another one who will get rid of bugs for you. He has no problem getting rid of them and won't make a big fuss over it.

Giyu is also not a huge fan of social situations. He gets easily overstimulated as well when there's too much noise so he'll help you avoid those situations for both your sakes.

Giyu would enjoy reading with you. Whether you're reading different things, the same book, or one of you is reading to the other, it's all the same to him. He likes the peacefulness.

Please ask him to read to you! He's got a nice voice and his readings are always really relaxing, regardless of what's happening in the story.

In Haikyuu, I match you with...

Science buddies! Kuroo is delighted he has someone to ramble about science to that will ramble about science back (and actually understands what he's saying).

If your areas of science are different, Kuroo will listen all the more attentively. He's eager to learn more about any type of science.

Also willing to join you on Duolingo! He's up for learning a new language. You might have to remind him to do his lessons each day though; he's already busy with school and volleyball so he forgets sometimes.

Kuroo would love to practice volleyball with you. If he can get some of his friends together as well, it's like his perfect afternoon. If you're open to constructive criticism, he'll help you improve your volleyball form as well.

No problems with getting rid of bugs. He's not a huge fan of them but he can handle taking one outside every once in a while. If the bug's too big though and can fly, he's half closing the door and throwing something at it.

A social person but if he sees you getting overstimulated, he'll excuse you both and take you somewhere quiet for a while. He doesn't mind having a break.

[ash-imagines]

how about the matsunos with a s/o who is good at playing the piano

Osomatsu - Ahh, what the heck, that's way too classy! He likes to sit and listen while you play but he has the patience of a small child and will either fall asleep or stand behind you and press random keys to annoy you until you pay attention to him. Such a brat...

Karamatsu - He is absolutely thrilled! With you on the piano and him on the guitar, the two of you can play music together! His excitement is both adorable and infectious. In his head he's probably picturing something out of a movie, where the two of you are perfectly in sync and romance is in the air. In reality, it's a bit more messy than that, but there's something even more charming about the vulnerability of being just a little out of time or a bit off tune. Knowing that there's no shame in being less than perfect, that you love each other regardless.

Choromatsu - Don't give the wannabe idol manager any ideas. Honestly, he might ask you to teach him a little. He learned a little bit back in school but not enough to play anything, really. So he has enough of a foundation that he could probably pick it up again, and the idea of the two of you playing side-by-side... it's really romantic...

Ichimatsu - In very cat-like fashion, he enjoys just hanging out in the same room as you while you play. Being in the same room as you while doing basically nothing is already like his primary love language anyway, and the pleasant music is a huge bonus.

Jyushimatsu - Impressive! Lots of instruments are really hard to play, and sheet music is basically like ancient hieroglyphics to Jyushi, so he's always fascinated while he watches and listens. The way your hands move across the keys is weirdly hypnotic. It kinda gets him thinking about instruments that he could play. The instrument that's probably best suited for him is a marimba, and if he ever picked it up the two of you could play together! Hitting stuff is the best! Er, then again, with his chaotic energy and how expensive musical instruments are... maybe it's best if he doesn't.

Todomatsu - There are a lot of songs he wants to hear you play for him. Even though he could just listen to the songs on his phone, there's something really special about the intimacy of a song being played especially for him. Aside from that, though, you're just talented and what's the point of being good at something if you aren't gonna show it off a little?

[flvvrpetals]

╰     ┈     [    douglas boothi  ,  29  ,  cisman  ,  he/him  ]    in  the  time  of  dragons  ,  ASTER  TYRELL  is  entering  the  game  of  thrones. said  to  be  strong-willed  +  witty  ,  we  can  only  hope  that  is  the  case  as  regrettably  they  are  also  well  known  to  be  cavalier  +  melodramatic. when  asked  about  them  ,  people  are  always  reminded  of  thundering  footsteps  accompanied  by  small  laughter,  bright  red  tear  stained  cheeks,  the  light  feeling  in  your  stomach  when  you  fall,  dried  flowers  tucked  carefully  into  a  letter. though  they  are  the  LORD  OF  HIGHGARDEN  ,  their  true  loyalties  lie  with  house  tyrell  and  rumour  has  it  that  if  given  the  choice  they  would  support  the  prince  of  summerhill  /  their  family  above  all  else. those  of  us  in  the  shadows  wish  them  luck  and  can  only  hope  they  will  survive  what  is  to  come.

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

FULL NAME:  aster tyrell. TITLES:   lord of highgarden. AGE:   twenty-nine, GENDER:   cis man, he/him. ORIENTATION: bisexual. RELIGION:   faith of the seven. SPOKEN LANGUAGES:   common tongue. STATUS:   unmarried & unbetrothed. LOYALTY:   house tyrell & his siblings. aerea targareyan.

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐬

PARENTS: former ruling lord of highgarden ( deceased ) & dowager lady utp tyrell.  SIBLINGS:   davios tyrell ( older brother/ruling lord ), leyla tyrell nee hightower ( sister in law/ruling lady ), olyvar tyrell ( older brother ), daella targaryen nee tyrell ( younger sister/princess ), circe flowers ( younger half sister ), utp tyrell ( younger sister ), alerie tyrell ( youngest sister).  CHILDREN:  none. 

𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

- born as the dead center middle child of all of his siblings, aster spent most of his childhood chasing after his brothers, stomping down the hallways crying after them, sneaking in on tutoring sessions and watching them train with giant eyes and a star struck look on his face. this similarly applied to his sisters as well, often doting on their whims and even as a teenager taking any chance to prod them into causing havoc and giving them an easy training partner for sword lessons or fighting. 

- aster never really was drawn to fighting or violence, dreading his sword lessons without a sibling to keep his attention, and struggling when he was younger till he grew into his limbs. he was instead drawn to writing and stories, eating up any bit of history and legends he could get his hands on. whenever his music tutor taught him a new song, or he learned a new legend or story from his books he’d repeat it for days to whoever would listen, sometimes making his family watch as he acted it out if he happened to catch them in the hall.  - while he’s never felt an immense sense of duty or responsibility to his title, aster has always wanted to make his family proud of him- dreading the idea of ever being a black sheep in his family. he made sure to take extra care in his studies and lessons, though he didn’t shy away from complaining to his parents about how dreadful they were.  - now grown, aster still strives to make his family proud, and daydreams about a marriage one day with a love that’s passionate enough to rival all the stories he’s read with a family like the one he grew up in. 

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

- aster is a strong emotion based person, he feels with all of him regardless of whether that hurts or helps. 

- if you are close to him, he will not hesitate to tell you all about his “ woes “, the way the weather has slighted him personally, or how he dreamt of taking a bathe fully clothed- but he doesn’t spill other’s secrets, and is careful with his own. 

- he’s constantly humming a tune when by himself, turning the same songs over and over again in his head. 

- a passionate romantic, while not married yet, he’s had many passing loves that have shattered his heart & rebuilt it again ( basically a lot of fleeting crushes in his youth ). 

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ( this section is very informal )

first love ; the first person who aster fell for, comparing their smile to the warmest summer day & their eyes to the stars.  ( shaera rogare )

current or former lovers ; aster is enchanted by the idea of secret rendezvous and passing secret notes via servants or hidden books. ( aerea targareyan )

possible betrothed? ; aster wants a grand marriage and romance that his future generations will speak of with fondness ( but maybe neither of them is truly in love yet or they hate each other oo ) ( closed for now )

 pen pals ; they met & now constantly keep up with writing, one of aster’s favorite past times. ( artur velaryon, blythe martell, elia martell )

friends ; whether real or simply just to improve house relations. 

rivals/enemies ; aster is kind of annoying or grating ( i won’t lie ). ( nyles rowan )

any & all tbh. i’ve lost so much steam. 

if you made it this far, thank you & also i listened to jenny of oldstones nonstop the entire time i wrote this.

[rxvandaal]

[ Michiel Huisman, Cis Man, He/His, 40 ] Wanted, dead or alive is Renard “Redd” van Daal. They are a carpenter who has been in Lancaster for 1 year. They are affiliated with The Sinful Ones and serve them as the Vice President. People say they are tactful and charming but their enemies would say they are vicious and cruel. They are described as: soft brown curls pushed lazily away from empty hazel eyes, the comfort of an old flannel button-down, hard callouses worn into hands from a lifetime of work.

NAME: Renard van Daal. NICKNAME(S): Redd. AGE/DOB: 39 / March 18, 1982. OCCUPATION: Carpenter & Vice President of The Sinful Ones. SEXUALITY: Heteromantic Heterosexual. NATIONALITY: Dutch-American. LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Dutch, English, ASL, NGT, conversational Spanish. HAIR COLOR: Dark brown, streaking silver in. EYE COLOR: Hazel, favoring greys and greens. HEIGHT: 6′0″. BUILD: Athletic - lean muscle.

First Generation American for his family, Redd grew up in a house that spoke Dutch first and foremost, and learned English in school. It marked him as an outcast for a short period of his life, but as he was charming even as a child and managed to find himself a place in the fold of his Arizona home.

Neither of his parents were ever involved with the initial gang situation in their hometown. In fact, they preferred to keep their heads down and do honest work, but such was not in the stars for Redd. There was something about the comradery that caught his attention, even if the child was too young to understand the treachery that had been involved in the original biker’s club.

He attended a trade high school and went on to become a carpenter in his adult life. Redd is very good at what he does, and works freelance, but typically with contractors and architects who may need his skills. 

Initially he prospected for the Wild Coyotes when as soon as he turned 18, but never patched. When whispers of The Sinful Ones came around he slipped easily to their ranks, quietly, and made himself as useful as he could. After some time he rose steadily, and has been serving as their Vice President for some time.

 He has no issue getting his hands dirty when need-be. Whether or not he lacks a conscience, or his morals are really just that loose, is up to debate.

Prefers to go by Redd. Addressing him by Renard is saved for people he is closest to, and even then he’s not fond of it.

He is almost completely deaf in his right ear from an infection as a child. His parents were told the infection would spread and he would likely lose total hearing, but he was fortunate in that only his right side was affected. Nonetheless, Redd learned ASL as a preventative measure. He knows both ASL and NGT (the Dutch Sign Language branch).

Still retains hints of his accent, but hides it more now in his adulthood. He still speaks fluent Dutch to his parents, who are a bit disappointed in his involvement with all of that gang shit, but they love their son regardless. They’re also proud of his trade, and that he’s hard-working.

He has never committed to a serious relationship (nobody has ever held his interest long enough ... or maybe could deal with him that long, and his dedication to the club over anything else), but he’s had a string of lovers and quick-off girlfriends. It’s occasionally a running joke about his promiscuity, and if he ever mentions bringing his girlfriend along the answer is usually which one or who this time, Redd?

[yukiranarumi]

Introduction 2: Background

I'll be real real with my info,

I'm a female, probably 80% straight. Just started her 19th year on earth, but already in the 2nd year of degree.(cuz I'm born quite late of the year, most consider me 20 years old regardless)

The only child of the family that live with her grandparents (who she rarely interacts with), and her caring & loving parents who does on her.

However, she has to meet their expectations and not fial her parents to get the attention she needs as a child.

Normally what people would call us, it's "prodigy of languages" I can speak 4 different languages. But it's only natural to be frank, as I live in a country that some people could easily speak more than 3 languages.

I used to study in a Chinese private high school, having intense academic expectations, a competitive atmosphere among students, rigorous coursework, demanding teachers, and a focus on achievement at all costs.

We are trained to excel in almost anything possible. I could say for myself that I can do well in arts ,music, and studies.

On my 16 year old, we had to choose between science and business stream. Due to the pressured expectations from family I chose science stream with coding courses on the sides.

Our studies are much difficult than western academics, as it was tailored to match China's academic as much as possible.

You could imagine SAT exams are our 14 year old exams. IGCSE exams are our 16 year old exams. Our 18 year old exams are more than A level's add maths.

With all the above information you could've guessed. I brokedown and had quite a server depression when I was 18. Not professionally diagnosed, but I was breaking down and cry every 3 days.

Most of my best friends dropout when they were 16 at the start of the year. A few had to take mental health medications for a few years.

It was the worst school, but again the best school for me to ever had met such amazing life long friends. Unfortunately, we all had to go our separate ways as our interests and life goals began to diverge significantly.

I, who passed my UEC exams (the same level as A-levels exams) barely had enough grades to get into degree.

I dropped my biology subject, Aced in 2 different add maths papers and also physics. But when faced by life choices of university courses, my life was forced into the opposite way of my dreams.

I picked up financial analysis, a business course which I have 0 fundamental knowledge in.

I had to start all over again to work my way up. Not even the talents of arts and music could get me elsewhere.

Good news for us, I'm quite the person who gets along with everyone, and also a great leader. People often look for me during group projects.

However, I prefer to have more time to myself. After all rather than using my time on someone else who might not be of help to me in my future, wouldn't it be better if I used it on improving myself?

The society only ever cares how much contribution you could provide. At least that's how my mindset is.

Of course, feel free to tell me otherwise, I'm always up for learning and open discussions.

[0ofaldorno0]

“Wake up”

That’s what most use in a story where the character is stuck sleeping, and then start to realize it. It’s a well known way of getting it to the reader- one I enjoy to see on papyrus bound in leather… books! It’s a new thing I’ve come across in this universe. I’ve been here for a couple centuries now- the raccoon god seems fine with me being here. I’m still doing my job after all- I’ve found about 14000 raccoons on this world, but I’m also enjoying my time here.

I’ve seen books before, but knew them as hallucination wood, due to the sensation you get while “reading.” I’ve been “learning” a lot here- including new languages! Apparently common isn’t as common here. I’m not sure what different universes or worlds are called, by name of their people, that I’ve been to. Never thought to ask, nor would people tell me.

I still look, and somewhat act like a child. My dragon ancestry has made it so I somewhat am one. This also means people treat me like a child. This is not helpful at all. I could learn much faster otherwise, them “babying” me has put me further back. I look like an adult (some here call me a mythical creature!!) but act young. Shouldn’t I be seen as a young adult?

Regardless, I have lost count of my age. I know the general amount of century’s, but when I can casually sleep for 2-3 hundred years… as a nap… it can be difficult.

The raccoons need my attention now, so I’ll be going.

[carolemugaisi]

How to Foster Social and Emotional Development in Young Children by Carole Mugaisi

Carole Mugaisi

How to Foster Social and Emotional Development in Young Children by Carole Mugaisi

Social and emotional development is central to children's success, including forming strong relationships, managing emotions and feelings appropriately, and making responsible decisions.

Children acquire these skills by watching adults and other children interact and experiencing them for themselves. Here are a few strategies you can employ to encourage social and emotional development:

1. Provide a Safe Environment

Carole Mugaisi illustrates that young children must feel emotionally healthy to thrive socially and emotionally, which means feeling safe in relationships with family members, teachers, caregivers, and peers. When children feel safe, they can pay attention, learn self-control behaviors, and express feelings openly. Strong bonds with others allow young children to develop positive self-views while understanding more fully the world they inhabit.

In classroom settings, this means providing ample space for children to interact, making sure toys and materials promote social interactions in areas of interest (e.g., dress-up clothes, blocks, puppets, and balls), reading books that highlight friendship, helping others, emotions, empathy as well as overall facility layout including exits and safety features necessary for large groups.

Books such as Baby Faces from DK Publishing or Todd Parr's The Feelings Book can help students recognize and label emotions and develop their ability to recognize and name emotions. You could also engage them in playing "Name That Feeling" games, which require them to guess the emotion others are feeling by looking at their eyes and eyebrows.

2. Nurture Your Child's Self-Esteem

Carole Mugaisi emphasizes that building a positive self-image is one of the cornerstones of social and emotional development, beginning as early as infanthood, through nurturing interactions with parents, teachers, and caregivers.

Children develop their sense of themselves and the world through daily activities, from learning how to hold a cup or take their first steps, which builds pride for toddlers, to strengthening family ties and engaging in healthy daily routines with other adults and children in a safe environment.

Helping children develop a healthy sense of self-worth requires setting appropriate expectations and giving them opportunities to test themselves. Teaching reflection, reasoning, problem-solving, and encouraging failure is also necessary; children need to know that their effort matters regardless of the outcome, which builds their resiliency when faced with failure or challenge.

3. Give Your Child Opportunities to Express Their Feelings

Carole Mugaisi elucidates that children with robust social-emotional development can comprehend and express their emotions clearly and know how to get along with others - vital components for future success in school and life.

Encourage your child to discuss their emotions while being open about yours. Use "I feel" statements such as, "I feel sad because you aren't eating your carrots" to build their feeling vocabulary.

Games and activities can help reinforce emotion words. For instance, play charades where a teacher whispers an emotion to one student who acts it out for everyone else to guess. Or create different emotion faces and let your kids guess which emotion you are feeling!

If your child's expression of their feelings is inappropriate - for example, hitting, swearing, or hurtful remarks to others - set clear expectations on what you expect and how to address negative behaviors. Instead of punishing or shaming them, this can only discourage sharing emotions freely in future interactions with you.

4. Listen to Your Child's Cues

Children who can read and understand non-verbal signals (such as body language) tend to do better at learning new things. They can follow directions more effectively and have more successful social interactions with adults, friends, and other children.

Respond to your child's coos and cries, talk to them, name feelings, be patient when they have strong emotions, set firm but kind boundaries, help them play well with others, and offer positive reinforcement when their accomplishments exceed expectations while offering assistance during difficult times.

Carole Mugaisi specifies that you stay aware of your child's attention span and try not to overwhelm them with too much information all at once. Break things into smaller parts to make it easier for them to adopt new behaviors.

Children may misread social cues and think they're being disapproved of when this isn't necessarily true. Therefore, we must recognize this early and implement screening tools that thoroughly examine social-emotional development.

5. Encourage Social Interactions

Young children are still learning to interact with others. If you struggle to form bonds with peers or meet new people easily, you must teach them social skills to develop themselves as individuals.

Carole Mugaisi focuses on the fact that simple yet effective ways of doing this include role play in daily activities (e.g., pretending to order food at a restaurant with your child or using puppets to tell stories together) as well as talking with them throughout the day, and narrating their actions, teaching them how to interact with others effectively.

Encourage them to use their interests when playing with other children and ensure enough room for them to play together side-by-side. Also, embedding social interactions into classroom routines can be helpful (for instance, asking someone else to play in a center, including their ideas into group decision-making processes, or assigning daily visual schedule items such as "Ask Thomas for the red truck"). 

Helping children develop social skills is also accomplished by teaching them to read other people's emotions. This can be achieved by playing games like covering your mouth and eyebrows and having your child guess how you feel or using resources like KiddieMatters emotional checklist.