#Blanket Set

[demigods-posts]

currently obsessed with the idea of everyone viewing percy as a forced to never be messed with. for the sea is unpredictable and does not like to be restrained and all that jazz. except, frank and hazel. who only see him as just a little guy. a soldier left to his own devices out on the streets with nothing to comfort him but a panda pillow pet and a lingering memory of a girl he loves. he's just a little guy you guys.

[penguinhomeglobal]

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[lunewolf13]

Spilling Tea Part 2:

All the Robins are sitting criss-cross applesauce on a plush carpet, summoned by Dick Grayson to play "truth or dare but without a dare and you can choose what to spill" (Dick is work-shopping the name).

Tim raises his hand: Why aren't Cass and Barbara here?

Jason: I thought this was a Robin-only meeting.

Tim: No, Dick told me it was a Robin and Batgirl meeting.

Dick: Cass volunteered to distract B so we can bond uninterrupted. And Babs...

Steph: She laughed in his face and said "no thanks."

Jason: I did that too and yet I'm here.

Dick: That's different, Little Wing :)

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Charlie: "Ahh! Another wonderful cozy night in bed! Just me, my girlfriend-"

Vaggie: (asleep) (rolls over to cuddle)

-FWOOMPF-

Charlie: "... and her twelve foot long wingspan~<3"

Charlie: (snuggles under vaggie's feathers)

[teethcake]

I cannot stop thinking about vash carrying ww in his blanket

[peaceandgentletragedy]

Nightingale Floors: Floorboards designed deliberately to squeak when stepped on to deter ninjas. Said to sound like chirping birds, or in this case, Casey Junior’s Nebulous Uncle-Dad Turtles.

As a gift to @somerandomdudelmao and myself after that one comment about the little turtles watching Casey Junior clamber on and cling to his “Master/Sensei” figures and having an “Oh he means Dad” moment.

They are having the turtle pile they deserve in the pillow-fort that was demanded when they found out Uncle Tello splurged on an obscene amount of cushions and installed Floor Heating and a Heat Lamp.

[jacky93sims]

Snuggle Set Bed, Blanket&Pillows and Nightstand for The Sims 2

These are 4to2 conversions from The Clutter Cat, low poly.

DOWNLOAD HERE

[we-re-always-alright]

slowly chugging away at this baby blanket, 8in down, 31 to go!!!!!

[rcbertleckie]

hbo war + our sick boys

[lemonzests]

I called him Beloved

[dumbfucksystem]

thinking about mafia shen family au. the system is fucking around with shen qingqius life again and is like yk what if ur not gonna tell your husband anything about yourself then ill force you to. have fun! :D

sqq doesn’t even have the time to think 'wtfff??' before Everything Happens. shen yuan’s soul gets shoved back into his original body just moments before he dies. in this version of the au he was choking on food, so he gets the lovely experience of having his airflow blocked again! lucky for him, the system dragged binghe along for the ride so he is saved before he dies again.

this route for mafia au means that the shen family never had to grieve shen yuan. im not sure how the Family reacts to their a-yuan suddenly having a very strong and intimidating significant other (boyfriend? husband?!??? wdym he got married without telling us!?!?) all of a sudden. does shen yuan come out to his family?? no, but also yes, but also not really. they knew he wasn't straight this entire time, so its more like they are coming out to him instead of the other way around. god knows they have bigger skeletons in their closets, they don't care if a twink is in there too.

there is less angst here, and it mostly centers around the comedic factor of shen yuan showing binghe around his house only for them to "stumble upon" an entire closet filled with guns..!?! shen yuan is just standing there in complete horror as binghe grabs a whole ass ar-15!?!?? hes looking at him with the most innocent eyes asking him what this strange metal object is. jesus fucking christ. his white lotus is holding a gun and now he has to explain gun control policies while his brain is leaking out of his ears. he opens his mouth right before an alarm starts blaring everywhere. he’s saved by the bell! except not really, because now six members of his Family are surrounding them and pointing several guns at binghe!!!!! what the actual fuck is going on here!!!!!! this is not how the 'meet the parents' arc is supposed to go!!

[poomphuripan]

You should sleep in bed. Obviously, you've never slept on the floor before, have you? No. Sleep in bed with me. No. The bed's yours. I'm all good. Just come here. Or do you want me to sleep on the floor with you?

MY STAND-IN (2024) | 1.01

[amphibianaday]

day 1456

[azaracyy]

the night is long, the night is young haikaveh week 2024 day 4: sharing a bed

[yanderejustforyou]

Day 6 - Blanket Fort || Fluffy Pillows, Movies, and Snacks

Pairing: Yandere Peter Parker x Reader Genre: Dark Romance

Short and Sweet

The blanket fort enveloped you in its embrace, a tapestry of comfort woven with nostalgia that tugged at the corners of your heart. Its cozy atmosphere radiated a childlike charm—remnants of childhood dreams spun anew. String lights, draped haphazardly, cast a warm and inviting glow that danced across the fabric walls, illuminating the makeshift haven with a tender luminescence. Fluffy, oversized pillows littered the floor, creating a soft landing for both your thoughts and your body. In easy reach, a stack of snacks sat invitingly, ready to feed both hunger and the spirit of this whimsical retreat. You couldn’t help but acknowledge that Peter had truly outdone himself. His talent for finding joy in the little things was infectious, infusing the air around you with a buoyant energy; still, it was his intense, unwavering gaze that held you captivated—his eyes, like twin beacons, rarely straying from your face.

As your hand moved toward a bag of popcorn, drawn by the salty aroma, Peter’s hand shot out reflexively, intercepting yours with surprising speed. A grin bloomed on his face, full of that boyish charm that had always made your heart flutter, and for a moment, you were torn between the sweetness of the moment and a looming sense of unease that crept along your spine.

“Let me,” he said, his voice dripping with a softness that felt almost indecent in its intimacy. He deftly plucked a kernel from the bag, elevating it as if it were a sacred offering. “Say ‘ah.’”

Your heart raced, caught in the web of uncertainty his request spun. While there was no malice in the depths of his gaze, there was something considerably and unsettlingly deeper—a quiet, relentless obsession that seemed to thrum beneath the surface of his otherwise playful demeanor. Hesitant yet compelled, you parted your lips slightly, yielding to the moment. He brought the popcorn to your mouth, and as it rolled onto your tongue, his fingers lingered against your lips just a heartbeat too long, the warmth of his touch sparking a dissonance within you.

“That’s better,” he murmured, his body sinking back into the plush pillows, yet he anchored your hand in his, refusing to release you. “You don’t need to do anything. I’ll take care of you.”

The movie flickering on the laptop served as mere background noise, its plot dissolving into a blur as the weight of the blanket fort settled more heavily around you. Every shift you attempted to make was met with a firm grip from Peter, his fingers tightening around yours just so—an unspoken message to stay still. His thumb traced absent patterns along your palm, each stroke inching closer to a boundary you weren't sure existed anymore.

“I’ve been thinking,” Peter began, his tone deceptively casual, yet layered with the strange intensity that had become familiar. “It’s so nice, just the two of us. No distractions. No one trying to take you away.”

A twist of apprehension curled in your stomach. The walls of the blanket fort felt increasingly oppressive, closing in on you, making it hard to breathe. You forced a smile, a mask to conceal how wrong this all felt, yet Peter’s grip hardened around your hand, transforming from a gentle hold to something more possessive.

“I mean it,” he said, his gaze impenetrable and locked onto yours like a predator having found its prey. “You don’t need anyone else. Just me. Forever.”

As the word ‘forever’ echoed in your mind, the cozy haven that had once felt like a sanctuary began to transform into a prison, every flickering light casting shadows that whispered of entrapment rather than intimacy. The charm of childhood faded away, leaving only a chilling realization: even here, within this fortress of cushions and dreams, you might not be as safe as you once believed.