#then he gives her the big sad kitty cat eyes and she relents and lets him take photos

[elizabethrobertajones]

A compilation of the terrible screenshots I took of Frog while levelling and focussing on learning literally anything other than how to take a good screenshot. I like to think she's more of a cryptid that the people of Eorzea knew about and they'd all claim they had a picture of THE Bounding Frog where she's in the background of one of their photos of something else, but they SWEAR it's her, just look -

Anyway since she got back from the First she's got a PR manager and you can buy glossy prints now so the mystery has sort of gone out of it :'D

[rodeoxqueen]

Can you do more head cannons of The DMC boys taking care of their baby girl???

Howdy,

I do not think I’ve written headcanons of Dante, Vergil, Nero, and V with a baby daughter? Well, no time like the present. 

Enjoy, 

Rodeo 

Dante 

“Baby. Baby girl. Baaaaaby!” Dante calls as his daughter, white-haired and arms covered in baby fat, gurgles with joy. 

Literally the love of his life. The babe looks just like him, with white hair and blue eyes. 

Lady and Trish adore the baby girl and do not trust him to dress their niece cutely. So they spend all his money buying the cutest little shoes and dresses. The baby fever is so bad for them. 

Dante is so protective of his little demon child. He duct tapes all the sharp corners in his shop. It’s Hello-Kitty and red duct tape. It’s such an eye-sore but he’s so proud of himself. 

He doesn’t use her crib. Every night, his daughter cries when he puts her in the crib. He ends up taking her to his bed, her little body resting on his chest, moving to the rising and falling of his form. 

They eat meals together, both covered in bits of food. Messy eaters, the two of them. Dante always seems to eat incredibly leaned back and his daughter copies him, leaning to the back of the baby seat with her little feet crossed.

 She loves sundaes and slaps the table when she can’t get any. Dante can’t resist giving her the strawberries to gnaw on. 

“Shithead! You’re going to give her cavities!” 

“Nero, she doesn’t even have teeth yet.” 

Sometimes they just nod at each other.

“Hey, boss lady.” 

“Dah.” 

“Very nice.” 

He gets a tactical baby carrier, much to everyone’s disgust. 

His little baby girl is often found latched onto his leg, cooing and refusing to leave from her father’s proximity. 

Vergil tries to hold her and she cries immediately. It’s because Vergil looks like a very serious Dante and that doesn’t sit right with her. 

The twins tried dressing the same and brushing their hair the same style to see what she would do. She keeps pointing to the other and saying “da-da” and grabbing at the other twin. Eventually, she starts fussing. 

Well actually, demon children can detect parental pheromones. She likely figures out who is who very soon and will not unlatch from her demon daddy. 

“She’s got quite a grip,” Vergil comments as blood soaks into Dante’s shirt where her hands clung to him.  

“Her claws came in early.” His brother grunts. His hands aren’t even on her, she is completely supporting herself with her little devil hands. 

Dante will walk out of the house with his hair done like his child’s. The last thing a demon sees is the merciless face of Hello Kitty on a barrette on Dante’s head. It’s quite frankly scarier than anything else. 

See Exhibit C-(credited to @aztarion)

Vergil 

“This is my daughter. If anything happens to her, I will kill Dante and everyone else in this room and then I will kill Dante again.” 

“Vergil what.” 

This man does not use babytalk. He talks to her in complete sentences with words Dante doesn’t even know, his child babbling in return. 

“Child, I grow quite jaded by this tirade. Either participate in nap time or stay put,  I shall not heed your intentions to stay up.” 

“Abababa!” 

“I will not tolerate your churlishness.” 

He does his best to dress her in blue. They match all the time. 

He isn’t great with doing hair that isn’t his. His daughter has all her hair swept back like her old man. She copies him, slapping her forehead and swiping her stray strands of hair back. He smirks at her likeness. 

Vergil had to be taught how to change a diaper by Nero. 

No baby carrier, he will hold her to his waist at all times and she chews on the handle of the Yamato. He just lets her. 

He doesn’t buy her toys, everyone else does.

“Child, you must stop collecting tributary from your relatives.�� 

“Bababababa.” 

Vergil does not trust those two women with his child. However, he finds his daughter points to Trish and makes grabbing motions. Trish coos at her in her slender arms and laughs when she chews her hair, his daughter gripping Lady’s finger in her other hand. Vergil stops, and realizes-

This is the closest he will ever see his mother hold his child. He finds he does not mind it. 

Vergil’s daughter is protected by his doppelganger, who moves stuff out of her crawling path and ensures she doesn’t bump her little head. 

He also does not use the crib. But he tried. His baby daughter cried and reached for him, her little face scrunched up with sadness. 

“It is for your own good. You must be independent. The world is a hard place, sleeping alone is the least you can do.” 

The baby continues to cry and Vergil relents, eyes soft as he takes her back. He holds her the entire night. 

“Perhaps just this once, my little lamb.” 

All grown up, his daughter will find her baby photos in a neat scrapbook, all images were taken by Dante of Vergil holding her every night. 

Nero 

Youngest dad here, quite frankly the most competent. 

He grew up taking care of other kids, no matter how punk rock he is, his instincts to take care of kids shine through. 

She has a black pacifier that’s shaped like a skull. 

He is so clingy to this little girl, knowing how he grew up with no parents. 

His little girl is always with him. If not, she’s with Kyrie. She has to be convinced to go play with other children. 

“Hey, can an uncle hold his niece-” 

“Frick off, I’m her dad.” 

“Censoring yourself, are we?” 

He gives up swearing near her. That swear jar paid for a new school building next to the orphanage. 

Nero melts when his little girl scratches her nose the way he always does. Some things are just genetic. 

His little girl has his temper. She kicks and screams and slaps him when he doesn’t give her what she wants, although she is an angel in general. 

His kid is the first one to fully trigger, a very angry and blue one-year-old with horns and astral wings, literally bursting with demonic energy and snarling. Nero sheds a tear in pride after she slashes the side of his face. A bag of frozen peas in hand, he looks at her with joy. 

“She’s going to be so kick-butt. Just like me, huh?” 

His daughter is tolerant of her grandfather. In the arms of Vergil, she glares back at him. 

“She will be a very strong Sparda,” Vergil comments as she rips a button off his jacket. 

Nero is so soft with this baby girl. He’ll scream at Dante and his father seven ways till Sunday but coo in baby talk with her. 

He sings her to bed the classics. 

“But I’m a creep, I am a weirdo. I don’t belong here…..” Nero rocks his daughter side to side as she softly breathes. 

“N-Nero?” Kyrie asks from the doorway. He casts her a glance. 

“It’s Radiohead.” He says before returning to his loving mumbles. Kyrie sighs. 

V 

“Oh my darling. Look at you, little star.” He beams as he taps her little nose. Her hair is white just like his when Nightmare is unbound. 

He adores her, this little crawling bundle of joy. 

Cane in one hand, he holds his child in the other. 

“Wow V, human babies sure are squishy looking gremlins.” 

“Griffon-” 

“In a good way!” 

The two other familiars are also dedicated to his daughter. Shadow likes to clean her with her tongue, causing her hair to stick up in all directions. 

Griffon collects things that are shiny and gifts them to her little fat baby hands. 

Unfortunately, babies are very grabby little people. Griffon caused a power outage one time because the little starling pulled his tail feathers out in curiosity. 

Of course, V reads to his child his poetry. It’s the only way she can be put to sleep.

She fusses and V simply holds her up and asks her what the matter is. She babbles and squirms and V does his best to understand baby talk. 

He lets people hold her, although he is nearly inches away to retrieve her in case she is displeased.

Dante is the favorite uncle and she loves to play peek-a-boo with him.

V nearly keels over one day when she managed to absorb Shadow, soft baby skin decorated by black spider lilies. She returns Shadow in the form of a kitten although the big cat quickly turns back into a grown panther.

She tried it with Griffon. Yes, of course he pops out again a swearing baby chicken.

“My dear, what on earth?”

“Da-da!”

She pulls on V’s hair, threading her fingers through the midnight strands. She also puts her hand on his gently-sloping nose. He doesn’t mind it, although her fingers can be sticky. 

He keeps a little bell on his cane to waggle over her head when she is bored. She loves it and reaches her little hands to the sound. She likes to take his rings and clink them together. 

Sometimes, he gives up and just eats the same baby food she does. 

He’s a very patient father, although she can easily exhaust him with all the demands. 

“The queen reigns over all.” V muses as she throws a tantrum. 

He has a day-to-day journal of her development, full of pressed flowers and inked poetry of his Little Wanderer. 

[ellohcee]

A Little Spice

50 Prompts

#10 - Drink

Miraculous Ladybug

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It was a day of long days, a pull you out of bed at 2 am for an Akuma fight then grab a few toss-and-turn hours of sleep before school kind of day. Which was why Marinette was indulging in a rare late-in-the-day coffee and a plate of cookies. She walked over to her desk with items in hand and set them down, before falling into her computer chair with a sigh. What a day, she felt like she could fall asleep sitting up, which prompted her to start on the coffee. It was the perfect temperature, wonderfully hot without any danger of burning her mouth. She picked up a cookie and dipped it into the liquid, letting it soak for a moment before taking a bite, letting out a sigh of bliss.

It was almost as if his cookie radar had gone off, as a tap-tap-tapping at her skylight caught Marinette's attention less than two minutes after sitting down. She sighed, giving Tikki a sidelong glance. The Kwami accepted her offered apology-cookie before flying away to hide, giggling all the way. The rest of the cookies were soon to follow, she thought sadly, as she set the coffee down and stood from her seat. She climbed a few steps up the ladder until she was visible, smiling at the way his face lit up upon seeing her. Marinette waved him down, returning to her seat as the visitor made his way down to the floor.

“Good afternoon Princess, you look pawsitively radiant today,” Chat crooned as his feet touch the floor.

“Oh shut up, I look like crap,” Marinette returned with a sigh, picking up her coffee and taking a sip.

“Long night?” Chat asked sympathetically, feeling for her dilemma even though he didn't know the extent.

“Yeah, you could say that,” she mumbled, feeling her eyelids droop and her body wanting to drop off to sleep again.

“Something smells... really good,” the hero suddenly said curiously, and when Marinette opened her eyes she almost sloshed coffee over them both, to find Chat right up in her face peering into the cup.

“Cheese and crackers, please don't do that,” Marinette said raggedly, her heart still beating hard against her ribs from the start. “It's coffee, Chat, nothing special.”

“It smells different, let me try some?” he asked eagerly, looking at her with those big kitten eyes.

Marinette groaned, holding the cup out. “Please don't backwash.”

Chat sniffed in disdain, his belt tail lashing behind him once. “Princess, I'm a gentleman, I don't backwash,” he said haughtily.

Nose wrinkling cutely, Marinette looked unimpressed. “Yeah, I don't think gentleman ask to drink from someone else's beverage, either,” she said blandly, one eyebrow raising at him in challenge.

“Fine, that point goes to you on a technicality,” the blonde huffed, before taking a careful drink of the coffee. Marinette watched him, trying to hide the little bit of eagerness that had been growing since he held the mug. It started to pay off, as the wheels visibly turned in his head, eyes crossing to look down at the liquid. He was silent for a long moment, perplexed, a little baffled, and a very cat-like look of offense on his face. “Why is this coffee hot?” he asked slowly.

Marinette couldn't help the smug smile on her face, resting her chin on the heel of one palm and trying to sound innocent. “Why, Chat, it's coffee, it's usually hot,” she said slowly, savoring the annoyed look that twisted his face.

“Even though you know exactly what I'm asking, I'll rephrase for the benefit of my sanity. Why, my dear, sweet Princess, is this coffee spicy?” he emphasized, painfully slow, that offended look still on his face.

Marinette really tried to hide her snort of laughter, but it escaped despite her best efforts, making him even more annoyed. He was the spitting image of a grumpy cat, ears back in defiance and looking like the world had wronged him. “It's brewed with some chili powder and cinnamon,” she explained in amusement, outright laughing at the bewildered turn of his face.

“Why?” he asked desperately, unable to comprehend why someone would want spicy coffee?? And he was still holding the mug, not yet finding the function to set it down or hand it back to her because it was so weird. So weird?

“It gives it a nice kick,” Marinette explained, holding her hand out for the drink he'd rejected, yet still clutched in his hands like a lifeline. “Give.”

“Wait,” Chat replied, a little frantically. Desperate to understand, he took another cautious sip, but it was just as strange as the first one. It wasn't right. “No,” he said defiantly, holding the mug out to her finally. “It's weird.”

Marinette laughed at his dramatics, finding his angry kitten pout too adorable. “That's funny, I don't remember inviting you over to drink my coffee and then insult it.”

“It's weird!” Chat burst out indignantly.

“So I've heard,” the girl sighed, the burst of energy starting to wear off, but the amusement still held fast. He could be so... easygoing about being in mortal danger, but here he was so riled up over a cup of coffee and heaven help her if it wasn't just the silliest thing. “If you promise to leave me at least one cookie while I'm gone, and I make you a normal cup of coffee, will you get over this life crisis you're having?”

Chat pouted, it was not a life crisis, spiced coffee was weird, but he was also very tired and a cup of normal-not-spicy-coffee with his Princess sounded really nice. And maybe he could leave more than one cookie. “Yes,” he finally said sternly, looking at her with defiance.

Marinette let out an amused puff of air, standing up with a shake of her head. “I'll be back in a couple minutes,” she promised.

Chat immediately occupied her chair as she walked down the stairs from her room, and Marinette let loose the yawn she’d been holding back as she went. Things were getting tough these days. It seemed like as they got older the intensity of these Akumas slowly increased, as Hawkmoth learned their patterns and tactics and started to accommodate. He was giving the two a better run for their money and it was taking a toll.

Chat didn’t know why she was so tired, but she could tell he was exhausted too from their early morning battle. It was days like this why she’d started drinking coffee.

These thoughts occupied her while she brewed a new batch, the comforting smell of fresh coffee relaxing her as she leaned against the counter. She listened to the sound of the bakery winding down, as her parents cleaned up and prepped for the next day, chatting and laughing with each other as they worked.

Once the coffee finished, Marinette poured some into a mug before adding some sweet cream, as she’d found he liked after a couple of their impromptu coffee dates. Marinette herself had not yet acquired the taste for black coffee, and Chat had a bigger sweet tooth than her so she made it a decent portion. She cleaned up the supplies from the coffee and prepared a plate of extra cookies, then grabbed the mug to head back upstairs.

When Marinette’s head popped through the trap door, her face turned into a look of amusement. “Chat Noir!” she scolded, just as he noticed her and tried desperately to pretend he hadn’t just been drinking out of the coffee she’d left on the desk. “You bad cat,” she added, closing the door with her foot and walking over to the guilty party as he tried to look innocent.

As soon as she’d safely set down the fresh coffee and cookies, his arms circled around her and crushed her into a hug, minimizing the potential punishment by limiting her range of movement. “That’s not going to save you, kitty,” she warned.

“No I’m sorry I didn’t do anything,” he said sweetly, hiding his face against her and kicking up a purr to add to the bit.

“You are impossible,” she sighed.

“But you love me anyway,” Chat crooned in a cheeky voice, snuggling further into her and glancing up from his hiding spot with kitten eyes.

“If I must,” Marinette relented, earning a mildly insulted sound from him, only to melt when she ran a gentle hand through his hair. “So let’s settle this. Do you or do you not like the coffee?”

Chat’s belt tail lashed behind him briefly, as if in thought, before he gave in. “It’s growing on me.”

Marinette snickered, leaning down to place a kiss on his head and earning a pleased sound from him. “Alright, we’ll compromise, but you have to let me go first.”

He made a sad little whine, but complied and released her from his hold. Marinette took the two coffee cups, deftly pouring some from the fresh cup into the spiced one, and vice versa, never spilling a drop as Chat watched in awe. If he ever tried to pour something out of a cup like that it just ran down the outside and dribbled everywhere.

After a few pours, the level in each cup was even and they were a less spiced version than her original cup. “Take the cookies and go sit,” she said, nodding her head towards the chaise. Chat complied, merging the two plates of cookies- the original he’d only taken three from, he thought proudly- and took a seat on the chaise. Marinette followed and sat next to him, sitting at an angle so she could rest her legs over his. She handed him a cup, the plate of cookies sitting between them on her legs, and leaned against him with a sigh.

“Don’t fall asleep Princess,” he warned gently, smiling down at her.

“I won’t,” she replied, angling her head up to place a kiss on his cheek. “That’s what the coffee is for, Minou.”

Chat let out a content puff of air, happy to be close to his Princess and enjoy some time with her. They drank coffee, snacked on cookies, and talked late into the evening. It was a rare moment of peace for both of them, to just simply be together and enjoy themselves. Chat eventually made the decision that spiced coffee was not so weird, still kind of weird, but he was learning to love it, especially when he stole a kiss and could taste the cinnamon on her lips.