Rhaenyra Watching Vermithor Decimate Those Poor Souls From Her Balcony Like It's A Concert

Headcanon that lumity fill out like their moms and have four beautiful children.

The middle one is biologically conceived through magic. The other three are adopted.

Demon - Katris

Mixed human-witch - Azura (inherited hair from Amitys side of the family)

Witch - Oscura (name meaning darkness)

Human - Manuel (named after Manny, Luz’s dad)

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“Babe don’t put that 🥺 face If you don’t want me to kiss that pout away”

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POV you knock on the Riley-MacTavish door and get greeted with this (originally posted on my ko-fi)

Neteyams a tiddie man

Pedro Pascal as Javier Peña Narcos 1.05

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omg ellie meeting baby for the first time?? like after giving birth and ellie just being in love and in awe

this plot point needs to be discussed over a nice cuppa tea 🤵‍♂️ we need to ponder. we need to ensconce this in the deepest backwoods of our noggins. we need to consume this perpetually. this is the kind of shit that has me curling up into a soft ball crying over the softness of a situation like that. explosive softness rather like the intense emotion of meeting baby for the first time delivers so tenderly because poor ellie has such a soft spot for children. she will literally hold that child until nigh morningtime— assuming reader gives birth during the night since i think birth occurs more commonly then, either way i can see her just cradling the newborn and showing off sundry necessities from your hospital bag like a fucking haul, giving a whole tour of the hospital room, "aand.. this is the painfully tiny bathroom. bask in it, you won't be seeing another one for the next few years. instead, you get to shit yourself, and nobody will bat an eye!" literally the most oddball things simply to interact with 'em. although, for anything directly after birth, she legit won't get out of your boobspace during initial skin–to–skin time. wrestles her own shirt off since she wants to participate in it as well, speaking pleasantly soft at the level of a gale, "you've had 'em for at least thirty, babe. can i just— for a little bit, it'll be fine—" and her pry fingers are already swooping under to collect the baby, scrunching her face into a wince when her decision kickstarts a shriek and cry, "jesus, fuck, i'm sorry, it's just your other mom! can't i say hi?" her excitement definitely clouded over the obvious reality that babies indeed cry, like hell. but her, steady in a chair with one leg flicked over the other, clasping the baby to her warm, bare chest, never letting go even past the point of falling asleep whilst cradling; utmost precious sight to grace my imagination. that and ellie pecking little kisses every few minutes. overall, she is so hands–on immediately. skin–to–skin cures her soul i think.

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