#Alice At Naptime

[cupidspup]

kitten regressor Alastor from Hazbin Hotel headcanon? Do you do moodboards too? If not that’s fine but I would also like a moodboard on the same subject with gothic cat items and gothic Lolita aesthetic with a gothic teacup with red tea if at all possible.If you are uncomfortable with the moodboard request it’s ok. Please, I know this is an incredibly weird headcanon but… ps: you don’t have to include any bones/skulls/blood/gore ect. if that makes you uncomfortable. If all of this makes you uncomfortable, feel free to ignore it.

Hello! I'd be more than happy to make a headcanon list for you! I will say first that I don't do moodboards or anything like that :") this is an agere fanfic account so anything under the writing category is more than welcome! ^^ (it's also my first time doing this too so I hope you like it!!૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა)

Kitten Regressor! Alastor Headcanons!

Ft. Auntie Rosie!! :D

🐾 Kitty alastor is definitely the temperamental type. He will refuse to interact with you if he doesn't get to know you first and will only interact if he comes up to you first.

❤️ Little Alastor is also extremely picky on who gets to touch/pet him. His cg or Auntie Rosie are the ONLY ones allowed to touch him, especially without asking.

📻 He isn't into playing in the typical way you'd think he'd do. He's the kind where he'll "hide and stalk" whatever he deems as his "prey" and attack it when he feels ready! He's a lil kitty hunter!

🐾 Because he's a cannibal it can be a bit difficult to get him to eat foods especially the stuff he's usually used to. BUT, Auntie Rosie always has some snacks handy! Just a pinky finger or two maybe x]

❤️ If it's naptime, Alastor will ONLY allow himself to be tucked in and put down for sleep if you cuddle up, hold him and pet him until he's snoozing away (his cg is NOT allowed to move until he's awake again)

📻 When Alastor is upset he's not the crying type, he lashes out and isolates. He can be a lil violent that's because he doesn't know how else to express himself when he's so deep in kittyspace! Give him time/patience. All he needs is love and safe space ❤️

🐾Not necessarily a kitty alastor headcanon but I like to think he'd play with his shadow self when he's alone! He's not fond of many people in that headspace so why not? ^^

❤️ Alastor isn't a fan of pacifiers when he's regressed BUT he does like chew toys like teethers! Especially the ones with liquid in them! The only issue is getting some that his pointy teefies won't puncture :"]

📻 Kitty Alastor doesn't like talking much BUT his personality is very similar to how the Cheshire cat would act! (And he absolutely loves watching Alice in Wonderland for that exact reason too! But only on vhs)

🐾 He absolutely does make muffins but only if no one is looking

❤️ He loves to play dress up with his Auntie Rosie! She'll play his favorite music on the radio and talk to him for hours and hours while dressing him up in a outfit she "just had to see him in"

📻 Alastor has a hard time expressing himself and saying "I love you" more than anything so! How does he get around this? A slow double blink and a soft head but to show he loves his cg❤️

A/N: Weeee!! I hope you liked it! This was my first time and I really had to sit and think about this one but I had fun! ^^ I hope this is up to your standards and I hope I get more writing requests soon! Stay safe everyone!!🩷

-Love, Kyupie˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

[the-real-big-man]

@the-jade-jester27

AHHH I DIDN'T THINK ANYONE WOULD ASK ABOUT MY CHARACTERS I'M SO SORRY!!

This is outrageous behavior on my end,,, so I've compiled a master list of the characters included in the 10th anniversary post! Just in case anyone else wanted to learn a bit more about the OCs involved in it!

I totally didn't have to draw her a new reference because of the fact that the one I was using was outdated and didn't have the pattern I changed it to in a different, unfinished piece.

This is Cotton! She's a Security Breach OC I made around 2022 ish? It's been a while. I mainly made her as a pseudo self insert, she's a very self indulgent character of mine because I got tired of trying to CONFORM and deny my Cringy rights.

>>>EDIT I FORGOT TO MENTION A COUPLE NON PLOT RELATED THINGS FOR COTTON: Mechanics wise Her eyes are LED screens so she can change expressions (and eye colors) at will. Her main feature though is her voice box, since it allows her to mimic the voices of the Animatronics at the Pizzaplex! She likes to use it to calm children down, by pretending their favorite Pizzaplex animatronic is calling them through her and giving a few in character words of encouragement! Of course, this kind of voicebox is primarily meant to play soothing lullabies to lull children to sleep, since her area used to be riight under Sun and Moon's balcony, and it was meant to be a naptime nook with a bunch of pillows and lots of glow in the dark stars. That's about it for the edit though, I just forgot those last couple of details for her.

Story wise, she's the assistant to the Daycare Attendants Sun and Moon, she just helped around the Daycare a lot. A lotta fluff there since they were in a very lovey dovey kinda relationship until an accident at the Daycare caused her to be permanently removed and any records of her completely wiped from the Pizzaplex's system. She lives under the Pizzaplex now in that area where you find all the Endos, there's a section in this kinda AU where they shoved all the equipment from the old Daycare into ("The old Daycare" being the one we see in the Trailers for Security Breach).

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Alright, the next two characters in that post are Dolly and Alice (Dolly being the cat and Alice being the bunny/hare). Both are Security Breach redesigns for characters I've had even longer than Cotton, and their stories are not as fleshed out unfortunately. At least in Security Breach the idea was that they both ran a section of the Pizzaplex that was a roller skating rink, it had two floors (the second overlooking the rink itself, kinda like a balcony? I don't know how to explain it) and it's very cool and awesome. Mechanics wise they're both pretty speedy, and when Gregory manages to dismantle them Freddy obtains Dolly's roller skates and Alice's hearing/ears. Essentially, speed boost from Dolly and you hear a little jingle when you're near an item while inside of Freddy, their whole area is entirely optional from my perspective since they're kinda like DJMM where they don't have any real plot relevance.

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Just in case these are also the original designs for Dolly and Alice! They're both a part of a smaller spinoff Fazbear's location set around the same time as FNAF 2 ish (mainly saying that because they're loosely based off of the Toy animatronics)? Dolly's design is based off of some Carhop designs I saw some years ago, because she is a Carhop at this location (She's supposed to "skate" up to parked cars to take their orders and then deliver the food when it's ready.) Alice's design is meant to be a family friendly version of Hooters, mainly because I couldn't think of a different design idea for her. She's the Animatronic that skates around indoors, same type of job as Dolly, just indoors. The location concept wise anyways is about as large as the original FNAF 1 location (which is to say not at all).

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That's about it in terms of characters? The only other character in that post is Sun/Sundrop but that's more or less just my design for the character since I wanted to make him look more cohesive with Cotton's design (since they're meant to be a pair if that makes sense). I have to update Sun/Moon's references BUT I do have an MS Paint shitpost of Moon in the updated outfit so I'll leave it below. (it's mainly a joke but this is quite possibly the only proper reference i have for the outfit so you'll have to bear with me here.)

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UPDATE NUMBER 2: Heyyyy it's me, back at this post because I wanted to update it to mention that I actually finished their references! Their... second batch of references... Yes I put Cotton in there again, mainly because I wanted a height reference (and it's somewhat also in reference to their older ref sheet.

There's also a Nighttime/Dark alt to said ref because I wanted to show off their glow in the dark, since yeah Moon and Cotton glow in the dark. How does that work? Hell if I know, I just think it's cute, cut me some slack here!

[puppy-eyed-criston-cole]

Alicent: Are the twins awake yet?

Heleana: It's still naptime but they'll be awake soon.

Alicent: Where's Aegon?

Heleana: I literally just said it's naptime.

[laura-the-yellow-cat]

___ and ___ My NEW MSA X FNAF SB OCS and Merissa's big sister and brother

1. Merissa's big sister

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Friends: Glamstar Crysta the humanoid princess singer, Theodore the rockstar Eagle/Crocodile hybrid, Snowlight the snow fox, Aaron the Dancing Bear, Glamstar Daisy the Farmer Chicken, Sindy the humanoid childcare Ragdoll and Lulu the humanoid naptime childcare Ragdoll, Glamstar Huey the flying Squrriel, Carlie the humanoid rockstar Wolf, Samson the Prince Ventexian, Gus Borges, Muffet Pepper, Glamrock Animatronics, Sundrop and Moondrop/The Daycare Attendant, Little Sunflower (Sundrop and Moondrop/The Daycare Attendant's adoptive daughter), Alice ___ (Merissa's Cousin),

Enemies: Burntrap, Vanny, Vladdy (in FNAF SB Ver like Burntrap), Benny the abandoned animatronic Ghost Shadow and Mollie the Humanoid Scary Spy

Alignment: Good

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Dislikes: Gets kidnapped and captured by The Dancing Black Crow, Benny the abandoned animatronic Ghost Shadow and Mollie the Humanoid Scary Spy,

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2. Merissa's big brother

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Age: 24

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Species: Human

Friends: Glamstar Crysta the humanoid princess singer, Theodore the rockstar Eagle/Crocodile hybrid, Snowlight the snow fox, Aaron the Dancing Bear, Glamstar Daisy the Farmer Chicken, Sindy the humanoid childcare Ragdoll and Lulu the humanoid naptime childcare Ragdoll, Glamstar Huey the flying Squrriel, Carlie the humanoid rockstar Wolf, Samson the Prince Ventexian, Gus Borges, Muffet Pepper, Glamrock Animatronics, Sundrop and Moondrop/The Daycare Attendant, Little Sunflower (Sundrop and Moondrop/The Daycare Attendant's adoptive daughter), Alice ___ (Merissa's Cousin),

Enemies: Burntrap, Vanny, Vladdy (in FNAF SB Ver like Burntrap), Benny the abandoned animatronic Ghost Shadow and Mollie the Humanoid Scary Spy

Alignment: Good

Likes: Glamstar Crysta the humanoid princess singer and her glamstars gang, his parents are listen to his sister, merissa about the truth, Magic-Childcare, Laser-blast (his favourite game area) and area games, Video Games, his young sister, Merissa, Escape from the lab, Gets Rescued by Merissa with Glamstar Crysta the humanoid princess singer and her glamstars gang,

Dislikes: His big sister was kidnapped and captured by The Dancing Black Crow, Benny the abandoned animatronic Ghost Shadow and Mollie the Humanoid Scary Spy, his parents and the cops/police are not listening to his sister, merissa about the truth,

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@sfcabanasstarcgs and @mysteryideasgroup

[valebatcattus]

Lumi is now pillow, as decreed by husbun. It is nap time, catwife.

This is acceptable. She settles in to snuggle, well aware they're going to end up with kittens shortly.

Sure enough, Alice and Elena wander in and climb into dad's lap for naptime.

[jess-le-mess]

Feedist Kinktober 2024 - Day 5

Prompts: Cannibal Campers 🥩 / Tea Party 🫖

[Content note: fat nonbinary main character (first section); cis woman main character (second section); cw mental health; weight gain]

Horror Story

The tired woman on the screen smiled, tired and with watery eyes.

"Okay, thank you again Cyn."

"You're welcome, Jade. Have a great week now."

"You too."

*beep*

As soon as I got off my last video therapy session for the day, I fed Oolong (my little calico princess), went to the bedroom to shed my dress slacks, blouse and blazer and put on my sweatpants and a loose T-shirt. Then I slipped on my fuzzy sloth slippers, made myself a cup of lapsang souchong and opened my laptop.

My new fic, a little vignette about fat girls in love, had gotten a couple likes. It was supposed to be for this Halloween challenge, but I'd completely gotten lost in the sauce and wrote a romance instead. But some people liked it, and that was okay.

I'd never been much of a writer. I'm a therapist by trade, so I do write reports and things, but fiction is not really something I think I'm good at, but I like it. And I enjoy the attention I get for it. It was just my little thing. Sometimes it felt weird being a fat activist therapist writing sexy little stories about fat girls, but to a point I could separate my public work from my private life. Although I sometimes did feel like it was a conflict of interest in a way, I did like writing and enjoyed the support of my little community online who didn't know me as a strong, successful therapist and instead a beginning-to-intermediate level writer who was still finding her voice.

It felt kind of nice, like a cozy little blanket I could hide in sometimes.

Anyway, today was going to be different. I was going to actually follow today's prompt.

I took a sip of my tea. It tasted like a fire in autumn. Woody, earthy, like old pine trees just recently blocked up for winter, now crackling on the first fire of the season.

The theme today was "Cannibal Creepers." I'd been jotting little notes on it all day, even asking people what they thought made for a good horror story.

"It has to say something, ya know?" Heather, my fellow therapist and office mate, said. "Like sometimes monster-of-the-week is fun, but you have to get that deep lore in there, make it mean something. Like how Dracula is, like, a metaphor or how zombies are often political, you know? That's the good shit."

I understood what she was saying, and horror movie buff that she is, I took it to heart.

I wasn't sure if my little story was going to "say" anything, but I figured it'd be fun to try.

And it definitely wasn't going to be a romance this time.

Definitely.

*****

Day 5 - Cannibal Creepers by Marimo87

The five friends had been excited to finally get a free weekend where they could all get together. They rented a cabin near a lake, brought snacks, and showed up in one car, feeling high on each other's company, enjoying the freedom of being freshly graduated from university but not yet tied that tightly to the demands of the working world or relationships.

It was sunset when they arrived at the cabin. Alice had immediately tossed her bag into a corner and announced, "Naptime fuckers" and then wandered off to one of the beds. May watched her go and then said, "Well I'm starving" and dove into the bags of snacks they'd brought. Becca and Julie threw off their T-shirts, grabbed towels and declared they were going to check out the lake.

Julie, who had never been that big a fan of water, said she wanted to check out the nature trail behind the cabin.

None of the other girls had noticed a nature trail back there, but they figured she knew what she was talking about and went about doing their thing while Julie put on bug spray and grabbed her hat.

*****

Alice awoke to an empty cabin, jarred out of sleep by a shriek outside.

"Jesus," she muttered, throwing on a T-shirt and running outside.

She raced onto the deck of the cottage to see Julie, limping toward her, with blood oozing from her left shin. "Uh, sorry for yelling...uh, do we have a first aid kit?"

Alice ran inside to get the first aid kit and rushed back out to tend to her friend.

Julie looked at her in a daze. "Hey Alice, I think I have rabies or something. I feel really weird."

"What bit you?"

"Dunno," Julie replied spacily. "It was just a chubby lil guy. Maybe a raccoon or something. Who knows."

Alice grabbed her friends slim shoulders. "Are you okay? Are you in pain?"

"Oh, hmm, no, I'm good I guess. Just feel a bit sleepy, bit heavy maybe."

"Are you going to pass out?" Alice was panicked. What was she going to do? There were no hospitals nearby, and no one else was around.

"Hey Alice, I don't feel good. Something weird's happening, I think. I feel weird. Like warm or something..."

Alice looked down and saw that the cut on Julie's leg began healing rapidly. Within seconds, the cut was gone and only a small streak of dried blood suggested there was ever a wound there.

"Julie, your cut, it---"

Alice's breath caught in her throat as her friend stumbled forward. "Uh, Alice, help..."

"Julie! Help with wha----"

Her friend let out a moan as her body was consumed by an unearthly ripple for a sudden and then slowly and imperceptibly at first Alice noticed her friend beginning to look softer. At first just enough to smooth out her bony edges, but then the process continued and her friend's body began to properly fill out. Within minutes, she'd developed visible breasts, a little potbelly, and her thigh gap disappeared entirely.

"H-help me..." Julie pleaded, as her cheekbones filled out into chubby cheeks, a double chin swallowing up her sharp jawline.

Alice watched her friend stumble around as her body continued to expand, trying to find her footing as her body grew wider and heavier. As she fumbled around on the deck, struggling to catch her breath, she looked suddenly very fat, clumsy and slow.

Her clothes were in rags, and she looked around in a daze, like she didn't know where she was or what was happening.

When the weight finally stopped piling on, Alice would guess that her friend had over three hundred pounds packed on her small frame. Her body sagged everywhere with heavy flab, and her reddening face made it clear that even standing was now difficult for her.

Not really sure what else to do, Alice ran into the cabin to grab a blanket to cover her friend, but as she made her way to the deck, she jumped back at the sound of a loud crash as her friend suddenly sprang forward toward her, with such ferocity and speed that Alice was hardly able to process what was going on.

Suddenly, she was lying on the other side of the deck with a bruised hip and a gash in her forearm.

Bitemarks, it looked like.

"Oh shit," Alice whispered as, just like Julie's wound, it slowly began to heal.

Knowing what was coming, Alice raced to her feet and grabbed onto the deck, lest she be trapped on her back once what was going to happen took full effect.

First, she felt warm all over, then her mind grew hazy, and she felt that ripple through her body that she'd witness in Julie, and then it started.

Frantically, she unbuttoned her shorts and threw off her clothes, all the while her tall, lithe body slowly and quietly growing softer, thicker, flabbier. She winced as her toned arms and legs disappeared, her abs filled in and became a protruding and then hanging gut, her thighs broadening until it became difficult for her to move comfortably, the sensation of her giant butt rippling behind her as she struggled to shift her weight.

She looked at her hands, clenched against the deck, as they filled in and became sausage-like.

As the weight continuing to piled on, rendering her weak and tired, Alice dimly noted that her three other friends were now stumbling out of the forest; they, too, were now heavily fat, shuffling around slowly in the yard, unaccustomed to their larger bodies.

"At least we're all in it together, I guess," Alice sighed, feeling a wave of tiredness wash over her. Although she'd just had a nap, the transformation, or whatever it was, was just too much.

Worrying for a second what would happen if she lay her heavy body down on the deck, she decided to give in to the tiredness. She lay down and let the deep, heavy haze in her brain take her into unconsciousness.

*****

Alice woke up slowly, the heavy feeling of her large belly comforting her, centering her.

She looked around, and saw the familiar peach walls of her apartment bedroom. She lay back for a moment, a bit annoyed that there was, in fact, no vacation planned to any cottage and she hadn't seen Julie or the others in like a year now. And in her entire adult life she'd never been under 200 pounds. Was her brain trying to tell her to lose weight or something? She'd have to bring that one up with a therapist.

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

IT'S MONSTER TIME! A Monstrous Midlife by Lia Davis and L.A. Boruff is now live everywhere!!!

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Ava’s life has been a delicate balance of the mystical and the mundane, but nothing could have prepared her for the whirlwind that is two paranormal infants. Holy naptime, Grandma.

It was enough to expect to help raise a super-powerful baby witch in the form of her new granddaughter Imogene. Now Ava and Drew are the adoptive parents of the world’s cutest baby ogre. Despite his monstrous appearance, Ava's maternal instincts kick in, and she finds herself loving the most unusual baby she could ever imagine.

Ava only thinks her hands are full, but then Olivia is called away on a mission to hunt intruders in Faery. As Ava navigates the challenges of forty-something motherhood, Imogene's untamed powers, and the antics of her beautiful new son, Shipton goes haywire. The entire town is plunged into a riotous spectacle of wacky magical mishaps, and nobody is around to help except the coven.

With her hands full, Ava must navigate the chaos, balancing the demands of her unconventional family while taming the unpredictable energies that threaten to upend Shipton Harbor.

As long as Ava doesn’t forget the diaper bag, she’s got this covered.

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USA Today bestselling author Lia Davis spends most of her time writing racy romance and witty women's fiction, the majority of which takes place in fantasy worlds full of magic and mayhem. She prides herself on her ability to craft strong and sassy heroines, emotionally intelligent alpha heroes, and rich, expansive universes that readers want to visit again and again. She is the mastermind behind the bestselling Ashwood Falls Series and the co-author of the beloved Witching After Forty Series. She currently resides in Florida where she's working on her very own happily-ever-after with her supportive husband and spends her free time doting on a pack of feisty felines and her loving family.  

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LA (Lainie) Boruff lives in East Tennessee with her husband, three children, and an ever growing number of cats. She loves reading, watching TV, and procrastinating by browsing Facebook. LA’s passions include vampires, food, and listening to heavy metal music. She once won a Harry Potter trivia contest based on the books and lost one based on the movies. She has two bands on her bucket list that she still hasn’t seen: AC/DC and Alice Cooper. Feel free to send tickets.

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[gluttonygirls]

"I've heard some of the people Miss Yelan kicks out say something about wanting to sleep with us... maybe if we did some kind of naptime cuddles, they'd be happier?"

That's not what they meant?

Well, too bad, Alice is full of food and terrible ideas.

Giggling as she bounced against Jade, beaming, now she had an idea in her mind. "Yeah, yeah~! We could be their snuggle buddies! Just squish them between us on a couch and we can take a nap while they keep playing! They can feed us, and they get the softest, nicest place to get comfy in the whole casino!"

And they don't have to waddle around anymore. Doing that is pretty tiring at her size.

Not even being bounced back a step by Alice's weight, Jade seemed to have a moment of realization as she looked up at Alice, thinking about a new way to do her job.

"Oooohh...that's a good idea...maybe I should....market myself like that, or something...so people think I'm even cuter..."

Obviously, Jade just isn't marketing herself well enough since she isn't the most popular girl at the casino; at least, that's what she tells herself. Surely saying that she can eat all you give her even in her sleep will mean that she'll get more attention and that her managers will stop yelling at her.

"...mmh...but I don't know if they'll get upset with me for not being part of the events...like if someone gets a huge jackpot and they set up an eating contest for us all..."

[candaceallan]

The Magic of Alice At Naptime

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Naptime- those words evoke a sense of peace and calm. Calm if you are the one indulging in a nap – but…

[kingdomofvellia]

Alice: ...Man this sucks. Jakob: I know, Your Majesty, but I am sure you will get thought this. Alice: Yeah but how..? I have to do something and I really don’t know what.

Alice: ...Should I just apologize to her? Jakob: Are you sure you want to? She did insult your mother. Alice: That she did, but I provoked her.

Jakob: Your Majesty, I did not know your mother, but I know how much she meant to you. I do not mean to speak above my position, but insulting her like that was unacceptable. Alice: I know it was, I am trying to fix this situation. Jakob: Why does it always have to be you fixing these situations though, Your Grace?

Alice: Easy. Because Zara was raised by the Véllian royal family, they never apologized for anything.  Jakob: So you’re just going to let this pass? Alice: *Sigh* Probably... I mean, I did overreact.

Jakob: I may be bias, but I think you did nothing wrong. Alice: You’re always bias. I could stab someone and you’d still think that. Jakob: Indeed. If it came to that point I am sure they deserved whatever you did to them.

Leo: What is this talk about stabbing! Is that suitable for a baby? Jakob: Ah, Your Highnesses. Alice: Leo!

Alice: And you brought Freddy, hello darling! Did you sleep well? Jakob: I am surprised seeing you here. Isn’t it Frederick’s naptime? Leo: Huh? Um, yes, but he refused to sleep. I thought it help if he got to come up for a bit. Jakob: How naive of you. Leo: Excuse me?

Alice: My, my! What a little smiley man you are today! Absolutely gorgeous, aren’t you? Jakob: Whatever. If you’re keeping Her Majesty company, I will go and make sure the preparations for tonight’s dinner is correct. Leo: Right, do so, Jakob.

Leo: Man, he is as kind as ever. Alice: That he is... But Leo, you have no idea how much I needed this right now. Leo: That’s good, at least someone appreciates my choice of letting him nap later...

Leo: So, what are you up to? Alice: I am trying to work out a plan to... fix mine and Zara’s little confrontation. Leo: I see. Have you spoken to her? Alice: No... Not yet, I don’t know what to do...

Leo: What do you have in mind? Alice: Well, half of me want to cuss her off for insulting my mother, while the other want to say sorry for being an ass. Leo: And? Alice: They cannot reach an agreement and I cannot do both.

Leo: ... Right. Well, maybe just let her off this time. Alice: Leo, she said my mother “sold me to Anya”. Leo: Yeah? Didn’t she thought? Alice: NO she did not, it was my grandmother’s idea. Mum and I was in Byukuya when it all was negotiated.

Leo: Fine. Still, what good does it do being mad over some comment made by someone who is clearly being in affect? Let it go, Alice, be the bigger person. Alice: *Sigh* You’re right.

Alice: ... I dream of the day she will be the bigger person. Leo: I’d devote my time to less toxic thoughts. Alice: Ugh, fine, I’ve just been very... emotional lately. Leo: Believe me, I’ve noticed- Frederick: *Sneezes*.

Leo: Oh wow, bless you, Freddy! Alice: Poor thing! Are you feeling sick, baby boy?

Alice: Or did you just sneeze to stop your dad from saying something stupid? Leo: Was I about to say something stupid? Alice: Oh yes, yes you were.

Leo: Good thing he sneezed then. Alice: It sure was! You really are the best boy on the planet, my little darling. Leo: ...

Leo: ... Do you want me to talk to her first? Alice: Why’d you do that? Leo: Because I think we both have said things that came out wrong to her...

Alice: ... You don’t have to. Leo: Babe, I want to. Alice: And I appreciate that, but trust me; When Zara gets mad, she stays mad. Leo: Really? Alice: Really

Leo: Well... It’s not like she can stay mad forever.

[agerefandom]

Sugary Sweet

Fandom: Twilight

Characters: Jasper Hale/Alice Cullen, regressor!reader

Words: 1,700

Summary: A simple morning in the life of an age regressor who lives with Alice and Jasper, full of sugar and fun. Reader is gender-neutral and regresses to a baby age-range in this story!

Warnings: Food, pacifiers, a little temper tantrum, diapers, and changing. 

You wake up slowly, warm and cozy in the embrace of the blankets. The morning light is soft and hazy, a mobile circling above your head. Your eyes slowly begin to focus on the stars and rocket ships dangling above you.

A big yawn stretches your mouth, and you start to wake up properly, shifting in the crib. The bars stretch up around you, and you reach an arm up to the bars, wrapping fingers around its length and rattling them a little.

It’s enough sound that Alice is at your door in a moment, sweeping into the nursery with a wide smile.

“My baby is awake!” she coos, making her way to the crib and sliding down the bars so that she can reach in and smooth back your hair. “How did you sleep, darling?”

You catch Alice’s wrist and bring her fingers to your mouth, biting down on the knuckles lightly. Her skin is cold and almost sweet-tasting. She laughs at you and withdraws her fingers, picking up your paci and slipping it into your mouth. It fell out in the night, but the paci clip attached to your onesie makes sure it never goes far. “There you go, much better.” She boops your nose and then lifts you up, effortless despite her slight frame. Vampires are the best, you’ve watched Alice pick up huge rocks for fun but it somehow always makes you feel surprised when she lifts you. Like you’ve suddenly become weightless and you could just float away if Alice wasn’t holding on.

“Amabbaba,” you babble around your paci, snuggling against Alice’s chest as she brings you across the nursery to the changing table.

“Oh, really?” she replies conversationally, trying to set you on the table. You cling to her, unwilling to let go of the embrace. “Silly little one, you need a change!” Alice says, nuzzling her nose against yours. “Come on, only a second. And then we can go see Jasper for your breakfast!”

“’asper!” you gasp. He’s been gone for a few days with the other Cullens, and you missed him a lot. This time when Alice puts you on the table, you reluctantly release her shirt from your grasp. She slips a rattle into one of your hands, and you hold it up above you, enjoying the shh-shh sound of the beads inside. You experiment with tilting it this way and that, listening to the different sounds it makes, and hardly noticing Alice changing your diaper.

“There we go!” She pats your hip, pressing into the soft diaper that holds you safe and padded. You wiggle under her touch, giggling as the diaper crinkles under your bottom. There’s nothing else like that sound, sending you straight into your safe place where there’s only hugs and stuffies and naptime. “Up we go!” Alice scoops you up again, settling you on her hip. You wrap your legs around her waist, resting your head on her shoulder as she carries you downstairs. She bounces you lightly on the stairs, a fun little movement that keeps you aware of her effortless embrace and the padding of the diaper. You giggle again, feeling safe and weightless.

“’asper!!” you shout when you reach the ground floor, unwrapping your legs so that you can put your feet on the ground. Alice lets you stand and you start to run towards the kitchen, off-kilter and clumsy but too excited to wait for Alice to help you.

“Sweetheart!” Jasper’s voice calls back, and he’s running towards you a second later, sweeping you up into his arms and spinning you around in a wide arc, the kitchen wide enough to allow the movement. You come to rest in his arms, and he grins at you with that open smile that you’ve only started to see. Jasper used to be really careful around you, but once you got used to each other and Alice built your nursery, he started to get a lot cuddlier. You’re glad: Jasper gives really good hugs, even if Alice’s are the best. “How’s my baby this morning?”

“Hung’y!” Jasper makes the best food and the promise of breakfast is so very exciting.

“Well, that’s good because I’ve made a proper feast.” He carries you into the kitchen, and Alice follows behind. Sure enough, the table is laden with plates of fruit and whipped cream, a stack of waffles waiting to be dressed up with all the extras.

You squeal excitedly and squirm in Jasper’s hold, trying to get to the syrup. He laughs and keeps his grip on you, strong enough to foil your best efforts to escape. Alice and Jasper work together to get you into the high chair as you grab for the fruit on the table. Alice locks the little belt over your hips, keeping you in place, before they add the plastic tray in front of you.

“Here we go.” Jasper pretends to wipe his forehead once you’re all settled, as if that was really hard work. He likes playing human more than Alice does, especially when you’re a baby. It makes him happy, and that makes you happy.

They flit around the table, letting you pick the fruit and toppings for your waffles and then arranging them into fun little patterns like kitty cats and smiley faces. Alice adds extra syrup with a wink and Jasper cuts them up into little pieces, feeding you by hand. His fingers get sticky and sweet, and you can’t resist biting them a few times while they’re in your mouth. It only makes him laugh, and he doesn’t bother to get a fork, so you know it doesn’t bother him.

Breakfast is sweet and messy and there’s blueberry juice all over your hands and face by the time you’re finished. Jasper is also covered in syrup, but Alice has managed to stay mysteriously clean.

“Looks like the two of you are taking a bath,” she says, pressing a kiss to Jasper’s temple as she lifts the tray up from your chair. “I’ll clean the dishes, darling, you take the baby upstairs.”

“As you wish,” Jasper says. His accent gets stronger when he talks to Alice, and it’s clear how much he loves her. You’re so lucky to have them in your life, to be squished between the huge amounts of love they have for each other. Alice laughs and disappears into the kitchen as Jasper undoes your bib and starts to free you from the table.

“No bath,” you protest, trying to push his hands away. “No bath!”

“Yes a bath,” Jasper tells you, easily maneuvering around your flailing limbs. No fair! He’s too fast and strong for you. “You’re a very sticky baby.”

“No!” You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes. It was such a nice morning. You don’t want to take a bath. Jasper quietly lets you feel your frustration, finishing the unbuckling process and picking you up for the trip upstairs. You struggle against his grip. “No bath!”

“Sweetheart, you love baths,” Jasper sighs. He doesn’t react to any of the squirming and kicking as he carries you up the stairs. “You’re going to be happy once you’re in there.”

“No!” You can hardly remember what you’re upset about, but it means everything. Jasper won’t put you down! Everything is awful! No matter how hard you kick your legs, his grip is gentle and unyielding. “No, no, NO!” Finally giving up, you slump in his grasp, the tears coming in full force. Jasper holds you close and now you feel his powers slipping into your mind, easing the panic without stopping the tears entirely. You’re still sobbing when Jasper sits you down on the toilet seat so he can start your bath, but by the time he comes to take your clothes off, you’ve finally cried yourself out.

“Hi sweetheart,” Jasper says soothingly. You blink up at him, eyes sore from the tears and head fuzzy with exhaustion. “Arms up, please.” You oblige, and he slides your onesie off in a smooth movement, unwrapping the diaper from your waist so that when he helps you to standing, it gets left on the seat behind you. He moves it into the garbage and guides you into the bath.

As always, it’s the perfect temperature, and your toys are already waiting there, little floaty fish and boats with flashing lights that you can drive around while Jasper washes you and his own arms. You can make motorboat sounds with your lips and you do that while Jasper cleans your hands with a washcloth, splashing in the water once your arms are free again. Baths are the best. There are so many things to do!

Jasper washes you from head to toe, and the water gets fuzzy with soap and bubbles as he goes. You trail your fingers through the suds, watching them cling to your hand as you go. You’re still feeling tired from your tantrum, and a big yawn takes you by surprise as Jasper goes to drain the water.

“Early naptime today!” Alice calls up the stairs from the kitchen.

“As the missus commands,” Jasper murmurs to you. “An early naptime it is.”

You’re feeling cozy and pliant as Jasper helps you out of the water and scrubs a towel over your head before wrapping you up. He brushes your hair with gentle motions and dresses you in a new onesie once your diaper is securely on. A pacifier is produced from one of the cupboards and the next time you yawn, Jasper pops it into your mouth.

Sucking on it, you lean into his grasp, already starting to drift back to sleep. You know they won’t let you sleep too long, that the day will be full of blocks and games and getting bounced on Jasper’s knee. So you don’t bother to fight the drifting feeling, and you barely feel Jasper setting you back down in your crib. You hold onto him as he draws away, and a soft friend is pressed into your arms, settling your mind. You cuddle the stuffie close and roll onto your side in the crib, giving one last suck to your paci as you drift off to your nap.

[lux-scriptum]

Alice is the least solid imo. I know she's got dark blonde/light brown hair. She has honey-brown eyes. Generic build. The trick is, later on in the series, her hair does darken to just brown, and her eyes also darken a bit as well. Not the dark brown eyes Barry has, but not the golden brown she had while Aalis is stuck inside her either. She also shrinks about an inch, lowkey deflates a lil, eventually, but she starts out at 5'9 like aalis.

Ok so like, while Aalis is designer turtleneck energy, alice gives second hand slightly too long sleeves sweater engery. She's all coze and naptimes. She does tend to have dark bags under her eyes, and she wears comfortable sneakers over fancier shoes. uh. that's all i got really.

ok therapy over what character do you want me to describe first ive got all day

[laura-the-yellow-cat]

Mollie the Humanoid Scary Spy My NEW MSA X FNAF SB Enemy OC

Full Name: Darcy the Humanoid Scary Spy

Nicknames: The scary spy (by Gregory, Mya, Alice and Merissa), Mollie

Gender: Female

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Species: Humanoid

Friends: Burntrap, Vanny, Vladdy, Benny the abandoned animatronic Ghost Shadow (her boyfriend) and Ivan/Ivannie

Enemies: Glamstar Crysta the humanoid princess singer, Theodore the rockstar Eagle/Crocodile hybrid, Snowlight the snow fox, Aaron the Dancing Bear, Glamstar Daisy the Farmer Chicken, Sindy the humanoid childcare Ragdoll and Lulu the humanoid naptime childcare Ragdoll, Glamstar Huey the flying Squrriel, Carlie the humanoid rockstar Wolf, Samson the Prince Ventexian, Gus Borges, Muffet Pepper, Glamrock Animatronics, Sundrop and Moondrop/The Daycare Attendant, Little Sunflower (Sundrop and Moondrop/The Daycare Attendant's adoptive daughter), Izzy, Mya (Izzy's daughter), Alice ___ (Merissa's Cousin), Gregory, Merissa,

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@sfcabanasstarcgs and @mysteryideasgroup

This one sounds like Harley Quinn (from Scooby-Doo! & Batman: The Brave and the Bold Movie and Scooby-Doo! and Krypto, Too!), The Fujitas (from Big Hero 6) and Lord Dominator (from Wander Over Yonder)

[karajaynetoday]

ours, for the rest of forever | ashton irwin

Hello friends! Here is a godparent!Ash one shot, based on this blurb about being godparents with Ashton and also inspired in part by that scene in Season 5 of One Tree Hill when Brooke is randomly looking after a baby but has to also finish fashion sketches so Lucas comes to her rescue with babysitting and it is overall very soft and cute. You know the one! Lol. 

A very big thank you to Jex @sadistmichael​ , Anna @cheekysos​ , Jae @jae-writes-fanfiction​ and Hailey @talkfastromance4​ for proof-reading and providing feedback on this when it was in its draft stages. You’re all absolute gems! 

Anyway, enjoy the softness and as always, please let me know what you think! I’ve got some thoughts for a potential part 2, so we’ll wait and see how part 1 goes :)

(This is a fem reader insert)

Word count: 3.3k words

Warnings: none

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When your best friend Alice told you she was having a baby, you were over the moon. She was honestly one of the most kind-hearted people you knew, and the amount of love in her heart for others would only bloom more for a little baby to hold and cherish. Her partner James had been by Alice’s side since your university days, and their relationship was one that was literally #goals. They’d moved over to Los Angeles because James had an opportunity to work at an indie creative agency working with music artists, and when you followed a year or so later to pursue a consulting job, they’d welcomed you with open arms into the little community they’d formed of Australian ex-pats, LA creatives and generally good quality, salt of the earth people. 

In the early days, there were lots of late nights (that became early mornings) running amok in West Hollywood, going from one house party to the next, but as you grew older, it became more likely to be a quiet Sunday sesh in someone’s backyard, with a barbeque cooking and someone playing their favourite tunes on a portable speaker while you floated in the swimming pool or lounged about on the grass with everyone’s various pets in attendance. When you met Ashton, he was drumming shirtless at his own house party, and then doing shots with James and their friend Calum. You were more than a little intimidated, although he had a kind face and welcoming nature, Ashton was forthcoming his opinions. On the other hand, you were always more reserved, and it took you  time to feel like you belonged with their crazy crew of friends. One night, you and Ashton ended up alone in the kitchen sharing some chicken nuggets and potato gems tater tots after a wild night on the house part dancefloor, and from there you could feel a solid friendship starting to take hold. 

A few months after Alice and James told you they were expecting, they’d invited you and Ashton out to brunch at one of your favourite spots. It was a little hole-in-the-wall café in Studio City that you’d first come to after Ashton wouldn’t stop raving about how good their iced coffees were. You all ordered your favourites (avocado smash with a side of smoked salmon and a hash brown for you, raspberry hotcakes for Alice, a breakfast burger for James, and pulled pork eggs benedict with a side of halloumi for Ashton) and were chatting away about your weeks at work when Alice reached down and pulled two envelopes out of her tote bag and handed on to you and one to Ashton. You took them, looking confusedly at Alice and James, who had big goofy smiles on their faces.

“Well, go on! Open them!” Alice half-shouted excitedly, squeezing James’ hand on top of the table. You and Ashton glanced at each other, perplexed, before tearing open the envelopes and finding a card inside. Yours read, “Will you be my godmother?” in gold writing on the front, and inside was an ultrasound photo with a handwritten note from Alice that made you tear up when you started reading it. You could see in your peripheral vision that Ash had a corresponding card in his envelope too, and he was standing up to give James and Alice a hug with an enthusiastic “Fuck YES! Of course I will!” that garnered some disapproving looks from the middle-aged women sitting near you. You held it together just enough to stand up and exchange hugs and choke out a “Y-y-yes” to Alice and James, before basically bursting into full blown tears of happiness and apologising profusely as your brunch was delivered to the table. As you wiped away your tears and managed to begin eating your avocado smash, you felt Ashton squeeze your hand reassuringly under the table, and when you glanced towards him he was grinning at you with a smile that was as bright as a thousand suns. 

It was a normal June day at the office a few months later when your phone pinged with a text from Alice in your group chat with her, James and Ashton that 

 read “It’s go-time. We’ll keep you updated!”. You replied with lots of exclamation points and crying emojis, and for Alice and James to let you know if they needed anything, and a few minutes later Ashton had penned a full paragraph about the beauty of the creation of life, how he knew that Alice and James would be incredible parents, and that he couldn’t wait to meet the little one once they made their way into the world. Ashton was frustratingly eloquent sometimes. Later that night, you received a photo message of a small, pink baby snuggled up on Alice’s chest, with James’ arm thrown around her shoulders, and the caption “Charlie Rose, ten fingers, ten toes. Come visit tomorrow, she can’t wait to meet you x” and you could barely sleep from the anticipation of meeting your darling goddaughter for the first time.

Ashton insisted on meeting you at the hospital so you could visit Alice, James and Charlie together (“Dude, we’re a godparent team here! A package deal! A dynamic duo! Can’t have you getting in there as the favourite from day one!”) and you’d never seen him more gentle or smitten than when the small, wriggly bundle of blankets that was Charlie Rose was placed in his arms. Ashton rocked her gently, kissing her head, and whispering to her about how incredible she was and how excited he was to see her grow. James was snapping away with his camera, and he asked you and Ash to stand together for a photo holding Charlie, which would later be stuck on your fridge for years to come (and possibly be your phone lockscreen, but no need to mention that to Ashton). 

Charlie was a tricky baby at first, resisting sleep and struggling with colic, but Alice and James were incredible and persistent and by the time she was 6 months old, they basically had the hang of this parenting thing. They didn’t want to christen Charlie in a church, but instead decided to hold one of your cherished backyard barbeques as a naming celebration for her. All of your nearest and dearest were there, and Alice’s mum had even flown in from Australia to meet her newest granddaughter. Despite it being an incredibly informal affair, Ashton insisted on making a speech about how he felt to be in Charlie’s life, to love and support her through every milestone and challenge she might encounter along the way. Charlie was happily gurgling in Ashton’s arms as he spoke, and she reached up to grab at his cheeks when he told her he loved her. Alice’s mum insisted on getting photos of everyone, including you and Ashton holding Charlie, and you tried to ignore the butterflies you felt when Ash slid his arm around your waist and pulled you into his side for a cosy photo pose. Were you actually starting to fall for him, or was it just the baby fever talking? Because damn, that man looked good with a baby in his arms.

When Charlie was almost 12 months old, Alice decided that she wanted to go back to work a few days a week. Charlie would be in childcare for most of the days, but you’d recently adopted a flexible working arrangement with your own office, and you insisted that you would love to look after Charlie for one day a week. The older Charlie got, the more adventurous she became, so what you’d originally envisioned as nice, quiet days of baking and craft activities and napping soon became full of visits to the playground and the beach and the zoo. Once Ashton heard about your regular babysitting day, he insisted on clearing his schedule as best he could, and joined the outings you and Charlie went on. It’s so much easier to cope with her boundless energy (and occasional temper tantrums) when you and Ash are together, and you have to admit it’s just as nice on the quieter days as well, when you snuggle in on your couch to watch a Disney movie, or do some puzzles with Charlie on the lounge room floor. 

When Ashton was back out on tour, he’d insist on FaceTiming with you and Charlie on your babysitting day so he didn’t miss out on all the fun. Sometimes he’d read her a story or sing her a lullaby before naptime, and sometimes the timezones wouldn’t work out and he’d end up calling during naptime, so the two of you just spent a little time catching up on each other’s lives from your opposite sides of the country or the planet. Ashton also loved collecting little souvenirs for Charlie on his touring travels, and your group chat with Alice and James was regularly filled with photos of snow globes or little soft mascot toys he’d found in one city or the next. It was so cute how excited Ashton got when he found a new souvenir for Charlie, and you couldn’t help but imagine how adorable he’d be when he had his own children and carried on little traditions like this for them too. 

One particular weekend, Alice and James were going away overnight to attend a friend’s wedding nearby, and despite their anxiety and nerves (and admittedly, your own), they decided to leave Charlie with you for the night as your house is the main one besides their own that she spends time in. They dropped Charlie off just after lunchtime, and after a teary goodbye, she’s soon happily playing with her toy cars and trains on the lounge room carpet (including making broom-broom noises, what a cutie) when you get an unexpected call from your boss. They’re rambling about a client needing an urgent rewrite on something that you’d submitted the previous day, a pretty sizeable project, and you could feel yourself starting to fill with dread at the idea of having to rework the entire thing while also keeping Charlie happy and entertained. After managing to jot down the gist of the rewrite on the back of a colouring in page you found on your coffee table and ending the call with your boss, you took a deep, calming breath before looking over to where Charlie was still playing on the floor. Sure, she looked content and adorable now, but nap time was fast approaching, and then dinner, and then eventually bedtime, and there was nothing Charlie liked more than stomping her feet and putting up a fight where sleep was involved. It was time to call for help, and your fingers found Ashton’s contact in your phone and hit “call” before you realised what you were doing.

“Hey, how’s it going with my favourite girl?” Ashton answered cheerily, and your heart stopped beating for a moment before you mentally face-palmed when you realised that he was talking about Charlie, not you, being his favourite girl.

“Hey Ash! All good so far, but um… I think I’m going to need some help. My boss is having a crisis, so I need to smash out some edits and new content in the next three hours, but Charlie’s due to go for a nap and you know that she -” You could feel yourself starting to sound more panicked with each word that you spoke, but Ashton quickly cut you off with his soothing voice.

“That she likes to pick a fight at nap time, yes. A truly assertive future world leader on our hands, I reckon. I’m just finishing up a demo, but I’ll be there in 20 minutes. I’ll sort dinner as well, spaghetti sound okay?” He mused, sounding as calm as ever.

“That… would be amazing. Thank you. You’re actually the best human to exist, you know that?” You gushed, feeling some of your anxiety immediately begin to disappear. 

Within half an hour, Ash was in your lounge room handling Charlie’s nap time negotiations while you were furiously typing away at your laptop at the kitchen counter and fielding more frantic phone calls from your boss. Another 20 minutes passed before Ash proclaimed victory as Charlie lost her battle against sleep, and he came to see you in the kitchen and make a start on dinner. You were so lost in your task that you didn’t hear him come in, and you jumped a mile out of your seat in fright when he gently touched your shoulder in greeting.

“Jesus christ, Ash! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You huffed, taking your glasses off and rubbing your eyes in exhaustion. 

Ashton leaned on the counter opposite you and raised his eyebrows in concern. “Sorry love, didn’t realise you didn’t hear me come in. You good?” 

Damn it, why was he always so nice to you these days? Remember the days when you were scared of him because he used to argue with you about politics and the state of the world? Why did those seem somehow easier because fear was more natural to you than whatever this other feeling was that you were starting to have whenever Ashton was around you. 

You sighed and put your glasses back on, frowning briefly at the screen before hitting save one more time (just in case your bad luck took a turn and fucked you over with lost documents). 

“Yep. Sorry. It’s just been a bit of a day. Did Charlie go down okay?” You forced a smile as you glanced up at Ashton over the top of your laptop screen. 

“Yeah, she gave in once I offered another bedtime singalong. And maybe, juuuust maybe, I might have mentioned something about some sweets after dinner…” Ash looked at you guiltily, licking his lips nervously. You rolled your eyes and shook your head at him, but you couldn’t keep the small smile off your face.

Ashton got started on making spaghetti while you tapped away at your computer, and soon enough you heard Charlie calling out for Ashton in her little sing-song voice on the baby monitor you had set up on the kitchen counter (“Asht-aaaaa! Where are youuuuu! Asht-aaaaa!”). The spaghetti smelled incredible, and when Ashton brought Charlie into the kitchen from her nap and she’d had a little while to play a bit more, you settled at the kitchen table to tuck into some dinner. Well, Charlie was more interested in playing with her food than actually eating it, but yours was delicious and for the third or fourth time that day, you thanked Ash profusely for being such a gem (to which he just gave you one of those dazzling smiles in response).  

After dinner, Ashton took Charlie for a bath and read her a bedtime story while you powered through the final part of the project edits you needed to finish before your boss burst a blood vessel. You could hear Ashton reading to Charlie on the baby monitor, doing all of the different character voices, and her little giggles in response were both breaking and warming your heart. Warming it with the cuteness and how much you loved that little girl and her cheeky soul, and breaking it with the guilt about how it was supposed to be you snuggled up reading to her, but instead you were frantically typing about key messages, marketing strategies and budget lines. You were doing your last section of re-writes when Ash came back into the kitchen, and this time you didn’t jump when he gently placed his hands on your shoulders. In fact, you leaned into his touch, and moaned quietly in relief as his thumbs began to work into the tension in your muscles.

“How’s it going?” Ashton asked quietly, continuing to press his hands into your back and shoulders.

“Almost there. Mostly just proof-reading now, and then I can send it and not fucking think about it for another second until at least Monday. Ash, I’m so sorry again, I know this isn’t what you had in mind for your Friday night and I should’ve been more organised but I just didn’t think that -” You began to ramble, feeling the guilt wash over you.

“Hey, hey. Stop. It’s fine. We’re a team, remember? The dynamic duo? Gotta stick together. We’ve got a whole lifetime of dealing with Charlie meltdowns and milestones ahead of us, love. It’s our job and our blessing, for the rest of forever. Don’t feel guilty over one night.” Ashton said softly, squeezing your shoulders and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. There were those butterflies again, and your skin was almost burning from where his hands had touched you. You simply nodded at his words, before returning to your laptop and the task at hand. Ashton stepped away and quietly began washing the dishes (honestly, is there anything this man didn’t do?) as you began typing again. 

Finally, about twenty minutes later, you hit send on the email to your boss with the completed rewrites, and shut your laptop with a deep sense satisfaction, letting out a triumphant whisper-yell, mindful of the sleeping child down the hallway from you. Ash looked up from where he was sat on the couch, scrolling on his phone, and rushed over to high-five you when he realised that you’d shut your laptop.

“Right. You go shower and I’ll put the kettle on, then it’s one episode of Sons of Anarchy and then off to bed with you.” Ash began, tugging you out of your seat and pushing you towards your bedroom before you could protest.

“Wait… how did you know I was watching Sons of Anarchy?!” You turned and asked, with one hand on the door to your bedroom.

“I was stalking through your Netflix earlier when you were lost in editing land. Plus, I know you can’t resist a charming male lead who has a killer smile and looks damn good in a leather jacket.” Ash chuckled, shooting you a wink and one of those goddamn smiles. 

You hated to admit it, but you felt so much better after your shower, and having Ash pull your feet up over his lap and absentmindedly run his hands softly across your legs from time to time wasn’t exactly bad either. You stuck to your promise of only one episode of Sons of Anarchy, and after pulling your groaning self up off the couch and jokingly half-carrying you to your bedroom door, Ashton bid you goodnight with a hug and a kiss to the forehead before disappearing into your guest room. 

As you settled into your own bed, alone, and pulled the blankets up over you, you couldn’t help but think how nice it was to have Ash so present with you and with Charlie, and how sweet it would be in the morning to wake up together in the same house and go for breakfast at your favourite little brunch spot down the street, before waiting for James and Alice to return in the early afternoon. It was all your own little family unit, and as you felt yourself being lulled into sleep, you also felt a deep sense of content in your heart about the loved ones in your life. And then also there were those butterflies, just slowly but surely making their presence known, and getting a little bigger every time you thought of Ashton, and how much he loved Charlie, and how much she loved him and you, and how much you loved them both.

Shit. Did you actually love him? Were you falling in love with Ashton Irwin? Before you could panic too much, the need for sleep won out, and you slept peacefully knowing two of your favourite people were also sleeping calmly in the rooms either side of you. 

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[e-lisard]

15, 37, and 75 for an oc of your choice?

Ngl I often forget you're following me so seeing you in my notes is always a fun surprise

15. Did your character ever want to be a cowboy?

Honestly, Wyatt never even thought about it. After all, he's a Jänes, part of the family in which the next White Rabbit always appears. And after Alice came to Wonderland the first time, it became pretty obvious that his father wouldn't be the White Rabbit, but him, despite being younger than Alice. So he was prepared for being Alice's guide once he was older, and after he would probably just become another recorder of events. He was pretty content with it, too.

35. Naptime, yes or no?

If the team was any less energetic it would be a no, but Wyatt is so busy being a parent to everyone (despite being the youngest) that a lot of the time he does nap. Sometimes Idris will join him when he's stuck on something (not that a single one of their fans would ever believe it).

75: Do any of your characters wear glasses, sunglasses, goggles, or monocles?

Well, the first one to come to mind is Kyomi. Once she's older and has befriended a couple demons, she gets magic glasses which sort of fix her sight? They only work for a few months before the magic runs out, though, so there's a lot of times where she still doesn't wear glasses bc she doesn't want to bother her friends with having to make more glasses. (By the time this happens she's 70+, even if she still looks like she did when she was 19.)

Rizurol also wears glasses, although Kane sometimes steals them when he thinks xe is working too much.

Ivy has glasses and needs them for stuff nearby but often refuses to wear them because she 'doesn't want to look like a dork'. She just (gently) bullies some of her friends into reading the things she needs to read and writing her mission reports.

(Bonus: Wyatt usually wears coloured contacts when he’s in the ‘Normal’ world as himself rather than the White Rabbit, because apparently people think having white irises is creepy)

[ahtohallan-calling]

chapter 3  of true north is here!

[kristanna / t / the actual fic version of my single dad au at long last]

ch. 1 / 2

“Can we see the penguins?”

“That’s the only reason to go to the zoo, isn’t it?” Sven asks, leaning back to tickle his goddaughter’s ankle. 

She squeals and kicks at his hand. “No! We go for ice cream!”

“We have ice cream at home,” Kristoff says, hiding a smile, because it’s his job to be the grouchy one so that Uncle Sven seems even cooler.

“But it’s my birthday,” she whines, and Kristoff glances up in the rearview mirror to see a pair of puppy dog eyes that match the set coming at him from the passenger seat.

“I’ll consider it,” he lies, knowing damn well he’ll be putting down ten bucks for two firecracker pops and a frozen lemonade and watch his melt while he keeps a napkin pressed to Alice’s chubby wrist before it drips onto her dress, and then inevitably more of it will end up on the ground than in her mouth.

He wonders if Bailey would say he’s spoiling her, that she doesn’t need a popsicle and special pancakes and her pink birthday cake.

But Bailey’s not here, and that’s why he’ll do it.

“Hey Al, do you see what I see?” Sven says with exaggerated enthusiasm, pointing to the green road sign that says “Zoo Next Exit”, and Alice scrunches up her face.

“A tree?” she asks, confused, and Kristoff can’t help but laugh.

---

“Nah, man, I’ve got it,” Kristoff says gruffly as Sven pulls out his wallet.

“Let it be my birthday present to Al,” Sven argues, even though he’s already putting it away again; it’s a familiar routine for both of them, helps both of them keep their pride intact even if it means they get weird looks from waiters sometimes when Sven’s excuses err on the ridiculous side.

“I’m sure you already got her something else,” Kristoff says, sliding his debit card across the counter, and by the other man’s grin he knows that’s a yes.

The teenage boy managing the cash register makes that face, the one with narrowed eyes that say don’t I know you from somewhere? Mercifully, Alice saves them by proclaiming very loudly, “It’s my birthday. I’m four.”

The teenager slides an “it’s my birthday!” sticker over the counter. “There you go, kiddo. Happy birthday. And, uh,” he adds, eyeing Sven a little shyly, “go Tigers.”

Sven grins and gives him a fist bump. “Thanks, man.”

They’re saved from getting asked for an autograph by a school bus of preschoolers rolling up. Kristoff pulls Alice out of the way and kneels down to put the sticker on her shirt, but she shrieks and pushes his hand away. “Not there, Daddy,” she whines. 

“Okay, where?”

She points to the same spot he just went for, and he follows her orders. “Better?”

Alice nods and takes hold of his hand. “We can go now,” she says, imperious as a queen, and Sven doesn’t bother to hide his snort of laughter.

---

The arctic section, thankfully, is in the middle of the zoo, so in only a few minutes Alice has her nose pressed up against the glass as she watches them dive for their breakfast. Sven’s right beside her, ooh-ing and ahh-ing with all the kids even though he’s as tall as five of them stacked together. 

Kristoff hangs back and takes a surreptitious picture on his phone; they’ve learned the hard way if they try and take pictures together, someone inevitably notices and gasps, “Sven Peters?” and asks for a picture of their own, and then they lose half an hour to football fans who don’t give a shit that they have a limited amount of time before Alice has an “I-need-a-nap” meltdown.

Eventually, the penguins disappear in the recesses of the enclosure, and Alice bounds back over to him, holding her arms up. He does her one better and sets her on his shoulders. “Where to now, Ally Pally?”

“Seals!” she proclaims, and off they go, just in time to see the show with the trainers and the red ball. 

The birthday sticker nets Alice a chance to ask the trainer a question. “Do seals have mommies?” she asks, and though everyone else laughs at how cute it is, Kristoff feels queasy for a second, worried that she’s still not over last night’s meltdown.

They move pretty quick after that, knowing there’s only a finite amount of time before she starts asking for ice cream; Asian animals are next, first the elephants-- “stinky,” Alice says, wrinkling her nose as they watch one relieve itself, and then the tigers-- “take a picture of me with them quick, Bjorgman,” Sven insists, and somehow they manage to pull it off without anyone seeing, and then the pandas, which are Kristoff’s favorite because they know the secret to happiness is being left the hell alone to eat as much as you please.

The other bears are next, and Alice takes great delight in watching Sven look between Kristoff and the grizzly enclosure and ask if she sees a difference. “I’m telling you, Bjorgman,” he says, clicking his tongue and shaking his head sadly, “the beard’s gotta go, or they’re gonna put you behind glass, too.”

“Shut up,” he mumbles, earning a snort and an elbow to the ribs.

They’re only halfway through the monkey section when Alice starts whining about a popsicle. “We’re not coming back through here if we leave now, Al,” Kristoff warns her, but she’s unmoved.

She switches to holding Sven’s hand while Kristoff pays for the popsicles and finds a bench big enough for the three of them; Alice sits in the middle, red popsicle juice already dripping onto her t-shirt, and leans back with a happy sigh.

“Good birthday so far, Ally Pally?” Sven asks as he slurps at his own firecracker pop.

“Uh-huh,” she mumbles, trying and failing to catch a drip running down her arm.

Kristoff sets his frozen lemonade aside to swipe at it, cursing himself for leaving the wet wipes in the car. “Guess what? Uncle Sven’s going to Nana’s house for your party tonight.”

“Why?” Alice asks, frowning.

“Because he’s your family,” Kristoff says.

“Why won’t Mommy be there?”

Shit. He walked right into that one. “She’s busy,” Kristoff says, wondering if she actually is.

Some days, that line works. Today, it doesn’t. A moment later, the popsicle is on the sidewalk, Alice is screeching, and he and Sven come to the silent agreement that it’s time to go.

If he wasn’t so busy wrangling a sobbing four-year-old, Kristoff would have time to be amused that, just like when they played together in college, Sven’s the one clearing a path for him through the horde. He’s damn lucky to have a friend like that, and he knows it, but it still doesn’t sit right, sometimes, all the shit Sven does without asking for anything back. He won’t even take Kristoff buying the tickets and ice cream; there’s going to be a twenty shoved in the glove compartment or the fridge or one of Alice’s little plastic purses by the end of the day, and neither of them will say anything about it.

---

One mile in the car is enough to knock Alice out, and they’ve still got fourteen to go. Sven chuckles at the sight of her slumped over in the carseat. “Damn. Guess chasing the seals up and down the glass wore her out.”

“She didn’t sleep well last night,” Kristoff admits, and they’re both quiet for a minute; they’ve been best friends, tight as real brothers, for going on nine years now, but it’s still hard sometimes, talking about shit like this. It only ever happens in the car when they don’t really have to look at each other.

“Asking about the wicked witch of the west again?”

Petty as it is, the stupid nickname still gives Kristoff a twinge of satisfaction when he hears it. “Yeah. Apparently Lily’s mommy was at her birthday party, so now Al wants hers. As if she’s a fucking clown for hire or something.”

“What’d you tell her?”

“That Mommy’s busy. I’ve told her before that Mommy’s not coming back, but it doesn’t really get through to her. I don’t think she gets ‘never’ yet, you know?”

Sven mutters something under his breath that’s so vulgar Kristoff checks the rearview mirror to make sure Alice didn’t wake up to hear it. “Well, at least she’s got the world’s coolest uncle. And her dad’s alright, too, when he’s not being a grumpy bastard.”

“Thanks, buddy.”

That’s enough male bonding for one day. They’re quiet for another moment, and then Sven plugs the aux cable into his phone, and they listen to Journey at half volume the rest of the way back to the house, Sven headbanging and playing a wicked air guitar until Kristoff cracks a rare smile and plays the drums on the steering wheel at a red light.

---

Sven heads right to practice once they’re back at the house; he claps Kristoff on the shoulder and says “see you tonight” before loping off to his car and leaving him to carry Alice upstairs to her bed.

He’s got forty minutes of naptime left if he’s lucky. He sniffs at his shirt and cringes; between the meltdown last night and how tired he was afterward, a shower hasn’t happened yet. Neither has mopping the kitchen where it’s still sticky after an apple juice incident, nor washing his sheets; he hasn’t even finished double checking the books for the café like his mom asked. 

But that shit’s a hell of a lot easier to do when Alice is awake than this is, so Kristoff hops in the shower without waiting for the water to warm and grabs his bottle of three-in-one soap. He hums a little to himself as he lathers his hair, one of the songs they jammed out to in the car, and lets the warm water do what it can to relieve the tension that’s always sitting in his shoulders even on the days when no one calls out at work and Alice doesn’t scream in the grocery store. 

He winces at his reflection when he gets out of the shower. Sven had a point today about the beard; combined with his overgrown hair and the shadows under his eyes, he looks less like a twenty something ex-football player than a grizzled old mountain man. No fucking wonder people keep their distance from him. 

He likes it that way, though, really; no probing questions in the checkout line, no well-meaning advice from strangers, nobody interrupting the routine they’ve got down. 

But sometimes, he has to admit, it would be nice if—

“Daddy?” comes a sleepy, petulant voice from down the hall, and he’s been wasting time wanting things when he’s not even dressed yet. 

—-

As usual, his mom’s gone all out for the party; Kristoff’s her only child, so she spoils Alice with the focus and enthusiasm of an entire competitive cheer squad. There’s a massive pink cake— way too much for the two of them, his parents, and Sven and his new girlfriend, who’s an unexpected but highly welcome addition to the crew, considering how quickly she and Alice bond over their love of Mulan and orange juice.

 It’s not a break, exactly, to have this many adults around, but it’s breathing room, at least; Alice is in the living room on her grandfather’s lap performing all her favorite songs from Poppy’s Garden Tales while Sven’s girlfriend-- Marissa or Maisie or something-- claps along and Sven takes pictures of them both. Kristoff’s in the kitchen working on clearing the table and washing the dishes, enjoying the relative peace of the moment, until suddenly his mom appears at his elbow with a knowing glint in her eye.

“You’re not eating enough,” she says without preamble.

“What? I ate two plates of spaghetti.”

She jabs him in the side, and he yelps. “What else have you eaten today?”

“A pancake,” he says defensively. “And some frozen lemonade and a PB&J.”

He didn’t realize how little it was until he lists it all off. He used to eat four thousand calories a day, track all his macros weigh all his proteins; now he just eats whatever he’s making for Alice. 

“Baby,” his mother says gently, “you gotta take care of yourself, too.”

He’s heard this lecture a thousand times over the last four years. “I know,” he mumbles; arguing only prolongs the inevitable. 

“Maybe Sven can help you find a nice--”

“No, Ma,” he says, and it comes out harsher than he means it to. He pauses his scrubbing, remorseful, and she sets a hand on his forearm in silent understanding.

He leans down and kisses her cheek. “You and Al are the only girls I need,” he says, keeping his voice light, and she laughs.

The singing’s ended by now, and Alice is on her uncle’s lap reciting all the animals they saw that morning. “We’re gonna go back,” she announces. “You can come next time, Mary.”

Mary-- shit, how’d he forget an easy name like that? He really is getting old.

“What’d you wish for when you blew out the candles, Ally Pally?” she asks, and now Kristoff really likes her for catching on to that so quick.

“I want every day like this,” Alice announces decisively.

Sven chuckles at that. “If every day’s your birthday, then it’s not special anymore.”

“Nooo,” Alice giggles, “I wanna have fun with Daddy every day.”

Well, shit. He fucking wants that too, but how the hell do you tell a four year old it’s not that easy, that he only got today off with her because both his parents worked at the cafe today despite his dad’s knee replacement and his mom’s arthritis?

He’s glad Ma’s turned away from him when Alice says it so he doesn’t have to see the all-too familiar sympathy in her eyes. He gets that look from her and the rest of the world every damn day. He doesn’t want pity, doesn’t even want help. Him and Alice, they’re a team, and they don’t need anyone else. 

“Baby,” his mom starts, and he knows it’s going to be something too compassionate to stomach right now, and so he walks into the living room, pretending not to hear.