#calm affection

[aventurineswife]

You know those videos of Dads and their dad reflexes with their baby’s? Like how they catch their kids before they land on their heads? Can I request Aventurine, Sunday, Dr Ratio, Blade, and Jing Yuan doing that?

Not really part of the request but I like to think Yanqing made it his mission to be a “big brother” to his generals new baby and has had a moment where he was alone watching the baby and saved it from hitting their head poor guy probably panicked💀

Caught in the Moment

Tags: Aventurine, Sunday, Blade, Jing Yuan, Ratio, Domestic Fluff, Fatherhood, Protective Dads, Gentle Moments, Character Reflection, Calm Affection, Parenthood, Quiet Peace.

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma (Blade), Mentions of immortality (Blade), Mild violence (mentions of near danger).

A/N: please, he probably had a heart attack! 😭🙏

It was a quiet evening at Aventurine's lavish home, the dim glow of luxurious lamps casting a soft hue over the room. He sat at the long, sleek table in the dining room, tapping a pen rhythmically against the polished wood as he mulled over some calculations. Despite the grandiose trappings of his surroundings, tonight wasn’t about strategy or high-stakes games—this was his time with the child.

Aventurine’s latest gamble was one he hadn't anticipated: fatherhood. And while he was known for his cunning and calm in the face of danger, he had no strategy for this—no game to play. His child was his greatest unknown, and they had a way of defying expectations.

Suddenly, from across the room, the unmistakable sound of small feet scurrying broke the silence. Before he could register the moment fully, there they were—his little one, gleefully running toward him. But, alas, the floor was slippery beneath their tiny shoes.

Aventurine’s heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, he pushed himself from the table, his expression an unreadable mask, though his body tensed as he tracked their trajectory. His child, still oblivious to the danger, began to stumble—hands reaching forward for balance, their tiny body tipping perilously.

His movements were lightning-quick. Without hesitation, he swept in and caught them mid-air, lifting them up just before they could crash into the floor. His arms cradled them with the same calculated precision he applied to business deals.

They giggled, unaware of the near disaster, while Aventurine couldn’t suppress a small, wistful smile. The adrenaline rush of the moment lingered for only a second, but it made him realize that, in this chaotic game of life, he’d finally found something worth playing for.

"Careful there," he said, his voice light and playful, masking the fleeting unease he felt inside. "You’ve got to pace yourself in this game."

The room was bathed in the soft glow of early evening, a tranquil calm that was almost otherworldly. Sunday stood by the window, his gaze drifting toward the distant horizon as he reflected on his recent decisions. His mind, always occupied by existential ponderings, occasionally sought refuge in the simple joy of watching his child play.

They were playing by the couch, their little fingers gripping the soft carpet beneath them as they tried to stand, tottering on wobbly legs. Sunday smiled softly, his eyes flickering with pride. A part of him couldn’t help but admire the resilience they displayed—a quality he himself had struggled to find in his own past.

As they took another step, Sunday’s serene focus shifted into mild alarm when they lost their balance. Their body tipped forward, heading toward the edge of the coffee table.

Without a moment's hesitation, Sunday’s wings fluttered slightly—a subconscious reaction—and he moved forward, his tall figure flowing across the room in a series of graceful strides. He reached out just in time, his hands effortlessly catching them before they could collide with the table.

The little one blinked up at him, eyes wide in surprise, and he simply smiled softly, cradling them close to his chest. It was the kind of simple moment that his idealistic heart cherished—a moment that needed no words, just the soft comfort of protection.

“You’ve got to learn to balance in life,” he murmured gently, his voice like a soft breeze. “But don’t worry, I’m here to help you.”

For a brief moment, he felt the conflicting pull of his old idealism—his desire to shield them from harm, even if it meant navigating the murky waters of his own internal struggles. But for now, he let that quiet turmoil fade into the background, focusing only on the warmth of the child in his arms.

The laboratory-like atmosphere of Ratio’s home was filled with the soft hum of mechanical devices and the constant presence of books and research papers, creating an environment that was always abuzz with activity and intellect. Despite his usual air of self-assurance, today was different. Today, he had been tasked with looking after his child while he took a break from his intellectual pursuits.

Ratio was sitting at his desk, absently fiddling with his latest experiment, when a sudden shriek broke his concentration. Looking up, he saw his child—still too young to understand the consequences of their actions—leaning precariously over the edge of the nearby chair, trying to grab at something just out of reach.

Ratio’s heart rate quickened, but only for a moment. He had no time for hesitation. A flash of motion, and before the child could tumble from their position, he was there. His hand shot out, fingers grasping the back of their tiny shirt as he yanked them back into his arms.

"Impressive," he muttered under his breath, a rare smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he straightened them up in his arms. "Calculated risk taken... or perhaps not. Should’ve known better than to allow you to wander too close to danger."

The child, seemingly unperturbed by the near-miss, giggled and reached for his glasses, earning a soft chuckle from him. His reaction was a blend of calculated precision and the rare warmth he afforded only to those few who had earned it. He placed them back on the floor gently, adjusting his posture as he turned back to his work.

"Always be careful when testing boundaries," he murmured, his tone both pedagogical and affectionate. "Though, you’ll likely break a few rules before you understand the full implications."

The quiet flicker of pride—almost imperceptible in his usual cool demeanor—was enough to remind him that perhaps, just maybe, there was more to life than pure intellect and unrelenting pursuit of knowledge.

The night had settled over the Xianzhou Luofu, its vast corridors bathed in soft moonlight as Jing Yuan sat on the large velvet sofa in the living room. The quiet hum of his surroundings was a welcome change from the bustle of his duties as General. Tonight, however, was not about politics or strategy. It was time with his child.

They were seated on the plush carpet, playing with colorful blocks, the room filled with the gentle sound of their laughter. Jing Yuan's eyes flickered from his quiet reflection to the playful movements of the child, their small hands stacking the blocks with surprising focus.

Just as he was about to indulge in a rare moment of relaxation, the child, a little too eager in their exploration, began to stand, wobbling unsteadily as they took a tiny step forward. Jing Yuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, tracking every movement as they teetered dangerously close to the edge of a low table.

In an instant, his reflexes kicked in. He rose from his seat, his tall figure moving with an elegance that belied his usual languid demeanor. Without a sound, his hands shot out and caught the child just before they tumbled forward. The child, now cradled safely in his arms, blinked up at him, startled by the sudden movement.

"Careful," Jing Yuan said softly, his voice filled with a calm, knowing affection as he gently set them back on their feet. "It's easy to forget your balance, but it’s important to always be mindful of where you’re going."

The child giggled and reached for his arm, as though offering their own small form of reassurance. Jing Yuan smiled, his eyes softening in that rare moment of warmth, the fleeting sensation of peace that he had worked so hard to cultivate within the Xianzhou now extending to the quiet sanctuary of his home.

The dim light of Blade's home flickered, casting long shadows across the room where Blade sat, his arms folded across his chest. His usually cold, calculating demeanor was softened for the moment—he was at home, a place where the sharp edges of his mission seemed to dull just a little. His child, their presence almost a contradiction to his tortured past, was moving around the room, their tiny steps full of excitement and exploration.

His eyes followed them with a trace of something unspoken in his gaze. For all his power, his immortality, and his resolve to bring an end to his suffering, this—this quiet domestic moment with the child—was a reminder that there were things beyond his tragic existence.

But it didn’t last.

With a sudden, clumsy movement, the child, still unsteady on their feet, lost balance and began to fall towards the sharp edge of a table. Blade’s instincts kicked in—no hesitation, no thought of consequences. His hand shot out and, with uncanny precision, he caught the child in mid-air, their small form colliding gently against his chest. For a moment, the stillness was overwhelming. Blade’s heart didn’t beat, but in the silence, he felt something stir—a fleeting warmth that felt both foreign and familiar.

"Watch your step," Blade murmured, his voice low but laced with a tenderness he couldn’t quite hide. His gaze softened as the child looked up at him, a wide grin on their face as if nothing had happened.

The child wriggled out of his grasp, reaching for the toy they had been playing with earlier, completely unaware of how close they had come to danger. Blade stood for a moment, his gaze lingering on them, before a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips—an expression he rarely wore, but one that seemed to fit in this quiet, domestic world that somehow had found its way into his immortal existence.

"Even the smallest steps can be dangerous," he murmured, almost to himself. "But I’ll always be here to catch you."

And with that, Blade returned to his silent watch, torn between the eternal path he had chosen and the fragile peace that, for now, seemed to be the only thing worth holding onto.

[qoldenskies]

i think its so funny when people take the way donnie acts at face value even though its a horrible lie because he's a horrible liar, while understanding leo is bullshitting very well despite him actually being GOOD at bullshitting. many such cases

[magicicephoenix]

soo... how does moon feel about never being able to physically be with sun? just curious <3

not very good.

[leafyeyes417]

Source of it all

Danny and his class had gone on a trip to Gotham for a week. He wasn’t exactly happy about that since despite the lower ectoplasm levels compared to amity, there was a lot more death and he could feel them happen when nearby. It made it hard to sleep when he kept jerking awake due to it.

Everything would have been fine if during the planned events they hadn’t come within a certain distance of Arkham Asylum. Danny being a halfa gave him senses that no one else had. One minute he had been following the group and the next pure and utter terror encompassed him and he took off in a random direction to get as far away from that as possible.

When he came back to himself he was halfway across the city, utterly lost, and on the verge of a panic attack because he had never felt like that before, even when he fought Pariah Dark. Whatever was under Arkham was Bad News(TM) and he had no clue what he should do about it.

[biteinsane]

Good Morning is ZoLu time when no one's looking. It's the devoted loyalty of two idiots.

:D

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

drawing your favorite guys being silly is very effective at keeping The Horrors at bay

bonus doc from a different canvas:

[cumplane-forever]

and the funniest fate for cumplane is . . *spins wheel* shen yuan transmigrating into a girl npc cannon fodder in sqh's village, realizing she's trans and guilt trips sqh into a comphet marriage, only for sqh to realise she's trans too and they become schrodinger's t4t.

[bumblingbabooshka]

I think Vulcans should nuzzle their faces together when they like each other but it's like, not something you do in front of other people. That's something to do in private or if you're a little kid. Babies don't really know how to do this properly and are prone to just headbutting their parents/siblings instinctually. They want to 'get closer' to what they feel telepathically emanating from the people around them. This nuzzling is a form of telepathic communication but it's very unskilled (a baby can and will do it) and you only get broad feelings/thoughts from it. But that's alright bc typically the only feeling/thought you're hoping to get from or communicate with such an action is 'I like you'.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

[slytherinshua]

txt writers are literally so bad at using tags properly pls just tag the fic for the member its written for not every member omg it’s so annoying trying to find smth for tae or kai and only seeing choi line I get that they’re more popular but it only makes it harder to find stuff for tyunning like I’m already in a drought every tyunning bias barely gets fics and if ppl do write for them it’s always like ot5 headcanons not to mention trying to navigate the miles of smut to find actual fluff is an impossible task oh my god I’m so sick of it all pls just give me tae fics in peace

[harryinramshackle]

I don't know how many times it has to be said but if you think being gay/trans is a sin in any way shape or form you ARE homo/transphobic

I don't care if it's "only one of the many temptations", I don’t care if you have gay friends, I don't care.

Homosexuality isn't an "attraction sent by the devil", it's a scientific fact that has been proven does not cause any harm. Regardless of what you have been brainwashed into thinking.

I don't care if you've never directly discriminated anyone, your views are harmful and damaging, and it only continues the oppression against people like me.

[simpingforcys]

Could you do King Candy x reader headcanons?

Like, a y/n jester or a really pissed off y/n?

OOH YES YES

King Candy x Jester!Reader

You were the Sugar Rush kingdom’s very own jester, and you were beloved by everyone!

You went by a candy related name like Wild Berry or TuttiFruitty and you owned it.

But only King Candy could call you ‘toots’ and ‘toodles’ for a nickname~

You loved performing for the kingdom and its subjects, but most of all, for your king.

Unlike jesters outside the game, you wouldn’t make fun of the king, but rather sing praises of his glory and talent.

You had a good voice and the quirky entertaining dances, and everyone enjoyed it.

Specially your king.

In public he would clap along to your performances

In private, he’d have you repeat all your praises towards him, in a different tone.

Your chin tilts up by his hand, as the kingdom’s own jester, you had the king’s full admiring attention.

“Now one more th’ime… Praisth’ to who~?”

No one wanted to ask where the rhythmic sound of bells jingling was coming from.

King Candy x Upset!Reader

He had gone too far this time. And you didn’t like it. He had his fair share of unprofessionalism acts and mistakes in the past, but this time was different, this time you were pissed.

At first, he was confused on why you were acting this way. Avoiding his glance, crossing your arm and turning away from him with a firm ‘Hmp!’ You always doted on him. You would always greet him with a kiss or a tease, but now there was a noticeable lack of.

Then he realizes why you started acting like that. But he’s not upset. He thinks it’s amusing.

His most adoring subject was having a little temper tantrum~

Pouting and ignoring him like they were just asking for attention.

In his mind, you were like a pet rabbit thumping its cute little back feet when it didn’t get what it wanted. It was adorable~

But he didn’t give in. He knew you would come back to him. He knew your devotion to him was too great, you loved him! And he is the king, after all. He had much other important things to do.

“Oh, th’ey’ll get over it’th by tomorrow~”

The bed in his chambers felt a little more empty that night. But he let it pass. It didn’t matter. He was, fine.

By the next day, he’s a touch-starved desperate mess.

He couldn’t bare the morning not having you by his side, hugging him and holding him like you did every morning. You were HIS subject. HIS partner. You should be there doting and tending to his needs.

He tries sending you little candy gifts, a little invitation for you to see him.

But you weren’t going to fall for his manipulation (as you saw it).

And he couldn’t take it. He couldn’t take the notion that he lost you.

And he hated losing.

And he would find a way to win

… you over, that is.

[ghostinacardboardbox]

do you mind if i toss my hat in the ring as a jewish person rq? i feel like the whole antisemitism in cinderellas castle convo is completely dominated by goyim but i just wanted to bring up my thoughts on the situation.... i feel like in the modern age we forget how much antisemitism is completely imbedded into western folklore, european inspired fantasy coming off as antisemitic is almost inevitable if im going to be fr. doesnt make critiquing it in CC *invalid* ofc, its important to point out and critique, but it feels incredibly icky when a bunch of goys (not you specifically, your posts are quite thoughtful) act like starkid specifically made up the concept of "hook-nosed trolls" and filthy monsters sneaking into society wearing human skin rather than falling into unfortunate pitfalls that are baked into the genre....

Absolutely!! It’s a really good point. That’s also why I genuinely believe none of it was on purpose. They didn’t invent the tropes. It’s very much important to remember that it’s baked into the genre; these are tropes that have existed for centuries. They are not unique to Starkid, and if I ever implied they were, I want to make it clear that was not my intention.

I have been posting a lot but also very much do not want to be taking over the conversation, so I’m very grateful for this ask and your perspective.

[in-asterism]

wheee

[binah-beloved]

What if we saved queequee (I just finished canto 5 and I’m going to start crying/nsrs)

she needs time to rest. the Pallidification leaves deep scars even as it withers, hand grasping yours tightly to keep her from falling to her knees. a boat, a ship. how long has it been since she stood on the deck of a real ship, made of wood and rope instead of flesh and sinew? Queequeg looks down at your joined hands and rises them to her face. silently. a plea to be held, to be comforted and loved by you. she exhales slowly when you comply, cupping her cheeks in your palms, allowing her eyes to slip shut as she trembles, just barely. anyone else would think she's the same as ever. strong, quiet, unmoving. not breaking apart at the seams, the few tears that fall gently whisked away by your careful hands. she's so tired, and practically falls onto the bed you lead her to

but her hand doesn't loosen when you turn to leave, merely tugging you back and down onto the mattress. don't leave. she needs you here, or else this will all just be a blissful dream and she'll wake up corrupted and decaying under a madwoman again. Queequeg's lips twitch briefly upwards as she tucks you closer. your gaze is warm, awed, staring up at her and all her scars and tattoos. warmer than the quilt resting over her, than the pillows cradling her head. the harpooner's fingers caress your cheek gently, flexing and gripping in air to test the motion, no longer confined by pale tendrils. she pauses, hesitating. thinking for a moment. then leans in and gingerly brushes the tip of her nose against yours

you return the nuzzle, pressing your foreheads together, and Queequeg finally feels safe

[unadulteratedcoffeetimemachine]

Learned the language of the mockingbird, she took and twisted all my words. I'm just trying to find my way to you Suitcase full of sparks - Gregory Alan Isakov