Saw Your "Veritas With A Baby" Idea, And. I Feel Like He'd Be The Kind Of Guy To Avoid Baby-talk. Like

Saw your "Veritas with a baby" idea, and. I feel like he'd be the kind of guy to avoid baby-talk. Like when the baby throws their bottle, he'd just pick it up and tell them that "Yes, the bottle still exists. It may have left your line of sight, but it is still there." It makes for a great way of getting a baby to sleep, especially when he lectures them on some complicated science stuff.

Ooooh, yes! I don’t think Veri is ever the “true baby talk” kind of guy, but he would know that using some characteristics of baby talk would help his child learn faster. So, I could see him speaking in complete sentences but slower and with more enunciation (especially when alone with baby).

I also think that around 16-18 weeks of pregnancy, when infants can first hear and respond to sounds, Veritas would suggest to his partner that they spend time reading to their child. It’s a tradition that he makes time for every single night, tucking his partner into bed and softly pulling them in close, caressing their stomach gently as he reads to the baby in the low light of their bedroom. Even if he has to be away on Intelligentsia guild business, he calls every single night to read to his family.

This only feeds into his uncanny ability to calm the baby once they're born. If Veritas’s partner has to be away and can't take baby with them, he baby wears while teaching and the child just snoozes away while their daddy explains quantum physics to his class.

Bonus: His baby inherits Veri’s eye color and “stare of death”, so when a student says something dumb they get two pairs of reddish-pink eyes glaring in their direction.

sunday notices the flopping laces to your shoes, and without a second thought for the people surrounding you, or his pristine clothes gaining stains from the dirty concrete, he sweeps in front of you and falls to his knees. sunday pays no mind to your flustered questions, simply grasps your ankle with a gentle, guiding hand, and brings your foot forward to rest on his thigh.

you wobble at first, off-guard and off-balance, you cling to sunday’s shoulders, his clothes wrinkling under your hands. his movements are slow and precise, taking care to double knot the laces and tucks the loops into your shoe to prevent it from coming loose so easily. after checking to see if your other shoe needs tending to, sunday glances up at you through his lashes and smiles.

still uncaring of the people he disturbs by tending to you, his hand snakes its way up from your ankle to your calf, his fingers lightly squeezing. without breaking eye contact, sunday leans forward and presses a burning kiss to your knee. tingles spread out from the touch, your leg turning to jelly as your face flushes with heat. for the rest of the day you walk with sunday’s arm wrapped around yours, the support much needed.

i can't stop looking into his eyes

a father of three mochi cakes

designated driver!blade standing outside your office building looking so menacing while coldly asking for you and everyone thinks he's your debt collector or sumn but you come down to meet him and he's just like "you forgot your lunch. i came to bring it to you. don't forget next time. i won't do this again (he will). text me when you're done. i'll come pick you up."

STOP imagine all your coworkers thinking you're in trouble and owe someone something. i mean, how could they not? dressed in all black, a mask, a glare that screams "come near me and you die", a brooding aura much like those exaggerated in the movies, and just an overall sketchy vibe.

so, of course they're going to follow you out when you go to the lobby to meet him! and they're glad they did because he makes a move to pull something from his inner trench coat pocket and—

it's a... cutely wrapped lunchbox? and what's this flowery aura around him when you smile at him? even despite the mask, they swear they can see a blush creeping up his cheeks as you bid him a "see you later!", leaving him to gaze after your retreating figure with an aura akin to that of a kicked puppy. he reverts back to the cold and menacing man they initially thought him to be when he turns to leave, scaring away anyone who walks within his vicinity.

...what is this unbelievable gap moe?

sunday and robin as sirens for mermay...