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Imagine being married to your Elf and expecting triplets, but then Morgoth curses you, turning you into a dragon for something you did and ending your once peaceful life. Your children are born as dragons and grow up alongside their Elven father, who has sworn to find a way to break the curse.
Author: @animatorweirdo
Artist: TinyYang
Imagine Elves finding baby you so adorable and chonky, that they'll literary fight each other to get hold of you and shower you with love, kisses and cuddles.
Author: Anonymous
Artists: Alystraea
Imagine baby Arwen always wanting to cuddle with you.
Author: Anonymous
Artist: LA
Imagine Gildor discovering baby you abandoned in a dense forest, so he brings you to with him and raises you as his own child.
Author: Anonymous
Artist: IvyCherryBlossom
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The note is dropped, forgotten, as Max moves to the bedside in sheer awe - disbelief - at the miracle cuddled up in Magda’s arms. He settles beside them, thumb reaching instinctively to swipe across that tiny, wrinkled forehead. “Hallo, bisl eyner…” All of the worry from before - the distance, the terror, the this is wrong - vanishes in the instant he strokes that little face.
He doesn’t realise his eyes are wet until the first sob chokes out of his throat, free hand coming up to cover his mouth, eyes fixed on that tiny little bundle. His child. Their child.
“She’s beautiful, Magda, she’s perfect. I didn’t know–I’d have been here sooner–”
It’s not exactly how she’d planned this, but then again, she hadn’t known what to expect. She was cut off from the people she might’ve asked, overlooked like some kind of life-ruining pariah at a time she could’ve really done with more support. The months had passed too quickly, feeling far more like days and weeks than any grand expanse of time, but for whatever the reason and whatever the struggle, the outcome had justified it all.
“We managed.” And managed is exactly the word. A towel, some string, a bowl of water and scissors. Unprepared she may have been, but unequipped she was not. She’s not sure what use Erik would’ve been had he made an appearance. It wasn’t exactly the most pleasant of experiences bringing new life into the world, and while yes, she would’ve loved someone to hold her hand and tell her that she wasn’t dying during the throes of contractions, it’s probably for the best that he’d been nowhere near.
Eyes half closed, she’s shifting slightly, offering up that tiny little girl to the man who deserves equal credit for her creation. “Besides, you’d have been out cold in less than a minute the second things got…sticky.” How wry a tease it is, yet not far from the truth, Magda would argue. She’s happy though, even in her weary state, and maybe just a little relieved that he’s come at all. She’d thought after the distance and general…apathy, that he might spurn them both.
“You can hold her you know. She’s too gummy to bite.”
Finally made it home to Chicago, and the first thing I do is make my appointment with the lovely lady who will be carrying William’s and my child. Here, my nervous self can be seen with her son, munching on some chocolate. If this takes, and all goes well, we’ll have one of our own running around and getting on Evie’s nerves in 9 short months. Gosh, I can’t wait.
i may be overthinking things, but it really skeeves me out how many onesies there are that proclaim a baby's emotions.
"i love my daddy!" "you think my sister is cute, you should see me!" "my auntie is the best!"
how about we let them decide how they feel themselves, once they know what words are
who are you competing with? what is your pressing need to declare yourself as the favorite of an individual who spends 90% of their time sleeping, eating, or pooping?
like, i don't have any problems with a onesie that says "my daddy loves me!" because maybe daddy got it and does love the kid. but the kid is not obligated to love any of their relatives, and it seems really gross to me that we're taking away their voices before they even have them.
If you didnt know.i LOVE,,,BABIES...
