she's so tiny

                      Tiny Red-bubble Update! 

Persona5 FFXV is now available on products and for prints!
Added casual Megane!Prompto onto the gallery as well!!

               Thanks for your patience, I hope to upload a bit more soon!

#391 - Premature Baby

Harry: 32 weeks pregnant and here you were, lying in the hospital bed after a difficult yet quick labor. It was too early, too early for your little girl to get here. You hadn’t even seen her yet. She was whisked away by doctors as soon as the cord was cut. Harry had gone out with her, following the doctors every step to make sure that she was okay. It was more for your reassurance than anything. Once the nurses had helped you clean up, delivering the placenta and whatnot, you laid alone, trying to comprehend everything that had just happened. It went by so fast, you barely had time to think about anything until now. The door to your room opened and Harry stepped in, running his hand through your hair. You looked over at him, concern spread across your features. “Is she okay?” you asked quietly, pushing yourself up as he pulled a chair next to the bed. “She’s… so tiny,” he shook his head like he couldn’t believe something that small could be alive. “Like… I don’t understand how she’s so tiny,” he shook his head, looking over at you. “Is she okay?” you repeated, reaching out to grab onto his hand. “She should be… she’s in the NICU… as soon as you’re feeling better, we can go see her…” he nodded, lacing his fingers in between yours. “I want to see her now,” you argued, but Harry shook his head, giving you a stern look. “You need to focus on relaxing so you can be okay for her,” he pressed. “Please…” You looked at him and relaxed back into the hospital bed, swallowing thickly. “Okay…”

Liam: The two of you were made to wash your hands thoroughly before you would be able to see your son. Born 12 weeks too soon by an emergency c-section, he had to be in an incubator until he would be able to eat and breathe on his own. Liam pushed the wheelchair you were made to sit in through the door as you followed the nurse to where your son laid, asleep in the small tube that was keeping him alive. Taking a deep breath, your eyes locked on him and your heart swelled. The tiny body was your baby. Weighing no more than 2 and a half pounds, he barely took up any space. “There’s spots on the side to reach in and touch him… as soon as he can breathe on his own, you’ll be able to hold him… the more skin to skin contact you have, the quicker he’s more likely to heal,” the nurse explained, showing you what she was talking about. You nodded quietly, instinctively reaching out to put your arms through the holes, making first contact with your son. Your eyes filled with tears as soon as you felt the delicate skin under your fingertips. His arm moved slightly when you touched him so you reached down to gently brush your finger over his small hand. “He’s so perfect,” Liam whispered, dropping down to kneel next to you, keeping his hand on your shoulder supportively. “He is…” you nodded quickly in agreement, rubbing your eye with your free hand.

Niall: One moment you were eating dinner, the next your water was breaking and spilling onto the floor. Being only 33 weeks, the math in your head quickly didn’t sense. “Niall it’s too early,” you breathed out as he grabbed your bag. You had just thought your contractions were nothing more than Braxton hicks. They felt so similar. “I know,” he nodded. “We just gotta call your doctor alright?” he said calmly, wrapping his arm securely around your waist as he grabbed the car keys. You nodded your head and found the number on your phone, calling and explaining the situation. She told you she would meet you at the hospital and you were on your way. The only thing you felt you could do was hope that everything would be okay. 12 hours. 12 hours of laboring and contractions. You had expected a lot worse for your first baby. The moment you heard her cries as she came into the world, your levels of hope shot up. Niall was able to cut her cord, his hands shaking and his eyes tearing up as he tried to focus. “Don’t worry love, you won’t cut baby, just me,” the nurse smiled, guiding him along as he finally got through. At one point the nurses had been worried more that he would pass out, but he was determined to be with you the whole time. You were able to hold her about an hour later. She had a tube going in her nose, but the wires were as non-invasive as they could be. From the moment the sweet little thing was placed in your arms, you knew that every second of your future was going to be spent protecting her.

Louis: We can’t have too many people over at once,” you reminded Louis as he had brought up the possibility of having his sister Lottie and her boyfriend come over to meet your son. “I know, but the doctor said three people at the most and they just have to really wash their hands first,” he explained, standing in the doorway as you sat in the rocking chair with your baby sleeping soundly in your arms. “I suppose,” you murmured, nodding your head and looking back down at him. Louis smiled to himself and came over, kneeling down in front of the two of you. “I know you want to do everything in your power to make sure he doesn’t get sick love, trust me, I do. But he’s getting so much better… he’s home now, that’s a great sign…” “I know…” you nodded your head, adjusting the blanket around the sleeping boys head. “But you understand the fear? He was so sick when he was born… so small… he was in the hospital for almost three months… I just… I don’t want to risk anything…” you said softly and Louis nodded his head understandingly. “And I understand that… he’s been home for a month… the doctors said he’s well on his way to being healthy and strong… I promise you that Lottie will wash her hands and be so careful… please? I really want her to meet him…” For a moment, you stopped rocking, looking down at your partner before nodding your head. “Okay…” you murmured. “Okay,” he smiled backm leaning up to kiss your forehead. “I’ll call her.”

(Okay, before you ask me where Zayn’s part is, let me explain xx I’m not taking him out of the preferences! Just for this one I feel like if I try to carry on, it’ll become dull x I’m really happy with the four parts I’ve written and don’t want to push myself to right some lackluster part. If enough people ask, I will add a Zayn part at a different time. Xx love you all and thank you for the continuous support xx)

I think one of the things I really like about chickens is how accessible they are.

Like, I was telling my cousin about how I had finally gotten a mille de fleur hen I’d been searching for for two years and she sort of gasped and asked how much I had to spend for it and I told her $5.

I just had to find one, not save up for it.

“Just give me 5 more seconds of this.”

(I’ve heard you’re not supposed to sleep w/a newborn so close, but…hhhhh he just loves having her in his arms. Don’t worry, he gets up and puts her in her little crib shortly afterwards)


so apparently femshep’s official height is 5′3″, and garrus’ is 7′. that’s a height difference of a whopping 21 inches. I’m honestly so disappointed that this isn’t addressed in-game because you just know he’d absolutely rip the piss out of her for it 

“hey shep I’m pretty sure alliance regulations say that anyone under 5′7″ has to use a booster seat in the mako…” 

garrus…kiss ur tiny angry girlfriend before she decks you…


got to design a room for my fav mad scientist from bh6! she’s such a fun character, i need to check out the comic sometime 😊

I watched some Yuri on Ice & now I just want to be able to do quadruple flips *__*