#Indoor and Outdoor Baby Wear

[sublimecreatordreamer]

Baby Winter Clothes, Newborn Baby Bear Decor Warm Hooded Jumpsuit, Baby Clothes For Boys And Girls, Suitable For Indoor And Outdoor Wear

[wileys-russo]

Emily Fox, “So… Do you actually like me—” “We have been together for seven years. We’re getting married next year. What the hell do you think?”, while house hunting

house hunting II e.fox

"-and this is the last one for today?" your fiance asked as the real estate agent arrived, parking behind the two of you in the driveway and hurrying out of the car with arms laden full of papers.

"yes the last one for today. but if you're not feeling it we can organize some more for mid next week!" the woman assured, fumbling around to find the keys as you slipped your hand into emilys and squeezed gently.

"i know its been a long day, but this could be the one." you reminded softly as the brunette nodded tiredly, having trained this morning for several hours and then been dragged to six different properties you knew her patience was wearing thin.

"i know, and i know we both want to find the right house so if this isn't the one, thats okay too." your fiance nodded her agreement as you leaned in to sweetly peck her lips as the real estate agent finally unlocked the front door.

"i love you." "i love you more."

you'd both recently gotten engaged which was long overdue, and though you'd lived together for several years now you'd mutually decided that before you started to make wedding plans and a budget, your next step was to buy your first home together.

"-and then this is the master. i just need to make a couple of calls but i'll be right downstairs if you have any questions!" the woman smiled kindly, having given you both the grand tour and stepping away to provide some privacy for the pair of you to talk.

"do you like it?" "what do you think?"

you both shared a look and laughed at your in sync thinking, and you couldn't help the surge of butterflies which fluttered around your chest at the look of the grin on your fiances face.

"i really like it." "it has almost everything we said we were looking for."

again you both laughed speaking in unison, the footballer playfully rolling her eyes as your hand came to cover her mouth with a tut and a shake of your head as she pushed you off.

"close to good schools, not too far from the training centre, big backyard, five rooms, multiple bathrooms, garage which would fit both of our cars-" emily started to list as you nodded.

"-lots of natural light, glass sliding back doors that lead out onto the deck, fireplace, stairs aren't too steep, huge kitchen with an island bench top, great potential for entertaining indoors and outdoors, in-ground pool."

your hands interlocked again as you wandered from room to room upstairs, eventually ending right back up in the master and separating to have a closer look.

"hers and hers closet." you ticked off with your finger making emily chuckle as she followed you inside, the two of you mentally filling the shelves and racks with clothes as a comfortable silence fell between you.

"good size bathroom cabinets." emily made a ticking motion in the air now as you both moved to the ensuit bathroom next, you now laughing before she kissed your cheek and wandered over to inspect the shower.

"but it is just out of our budget." you sighed, your fiance humming and turning around to face you. "but really, we did lowball our budget to be prepared for the wedding." the girl reminded as you nodded, eyes roaming the room.

"and we did agree not to set a date yet because we could wait an extra year if we wanted to." you added on as now emily sighed, your body relaxing as your fiance pressed herself against you, arms circling your waist as her chin found home on your shoulders.

"you did make me wait seven years for a proposal baby, whats another two finally engaged?" you teased, her nose tucking into your neck as her lips softly kissed your shoulder blade.

"girlfriend, fiance, wife, none of those titles make me love you any more or any less. we're building a life together babe, we've been building a life together. this is our decision, nobody else's." the defender murmured, hand coming to rest on your cheek, turning your head slightly so her mouth could meet yours properly.

"i get the top shelf of the cabinets and the left side of the closet, obviously." you pulled away with a nod to the cabinet hearing a scoff behind you.

"and what makes you so sure of that baby?" your fiance questioned, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow at you through the mirror in front of you.

"well i just claimed it." you shrugged with a grin, squealing as the brunette pinched your hip and you pushed her off of you. "and if i dispute your claim?" emily challenged crossing her arms as you let out a long and troubled sigh.

"so, do you actually like me or-" you started sadly as your fiance scoffed loudly cutting you off. "do i like you? we've been together for seven years. we're getting married! what the hell do you think?" her eyes rolled making your lips curl up into a smile.

"i think the top shelf and the left side of the closet should be mine, since you like me so much." you nodded matter of factly. "well then i get the left side of the bed, we are not having more than two decorative pillows and-" the girl paused as you raised an eyebrow awaiting her to finish her demands.

"and...?" "and...we buy this house." emilys face softened as her hands found yours, fingers interlinking and tugging you closer as your features lit up with surprise.

"really?" "really."

[urhoneycombwitch]

heated touch

Eddie Munson x Reader summer edition.

foreword: “but Lulu it’s not even summer yet how come you wrote a pool fic” okay first of all global warming. it’s absolutely summer rn. hush up and eat up. 👼

cw: R wears bikini top + skirt, Eddie is Down Bad™️, and is also touchstarved, brief use of the awkward miscommunication trope, R’s baby hairs mentioned but no color or texture, weed mention (Robin is a stoner canon change my mind u can’t), R uses sunscreen (no skin color mentioned), implied plus-sized reader

wc: 3.4k

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It’s the first real, normal, non-apocalyptic summer that anyone can remember having in a long, long time. 

With the heat index at a sizzling 97 today, various members of the Party have taken over Steve’s half-shaded, half-pool extravaganza of a backyard. The kids are jumping in and out of the bright blue water, splashing and cackling, while you and Robin stretch out like house cats in a sunny patch of grass nearby.

You, mere yards away, in a swim top and sweet little pleated tennis skirt. All that lovely skin on display, glistening in the light. 

And Eddie is sulking, indoors, frozen with lovesickness. There’s condensation dripping from the forgotten can of beer in his left hand; through the window above the kitchen sink, Eddie observes the scene in mournful silence.

“Christ, you really are a pussy.”

Eddie whips around with a glare that would level a normal human being, shushing Steve with a panicked fierceness that only makes the guy chuckle harder at Eddie’s expense. 

“Y’know,” Steve continues with the insults, dipping into the fridge and reappearing with a Fanta and a shit-eating grin- “You might want to try leering like a creep from the garage window. That way no will hear you jack off-”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Harrington.” Eddie interrupts with a grade-A scoff and eye roll combo, rivaling Steve’s own bitchiness. “Wasn’t your last successful date back in high school, like, six years ago when you had better hair?”

Steve doesn’t even flinch. With condescending sympathy, he sighs and shakes his head of (beautiful-even-when-wet, damn him) hair, snapping the soda can tab with a flourish. “Might wanna hurry up and make a move. Can’t suppress my charm forever just ‘cuz you’re too chicken to man up- it’s not natural to keep all of this hidden away.”

Steve gestures to the broad expanse of his golden chest, dark thicket of hair sitting proud, the scars that he seems to have no qualms over showing off criss-cross along the flex of muscle at his sides. 

Realistically, Eddie knows Steve wouldn’t go after you, not even as a joke. It would defy the honorable and unmentioned Bro Code they’ve lived by ever since Eddie almost died in an alternate hell dimension and Steve valiantly pulled him back topside. 

Teasing, though? It’s Harrington’s godgiven right- especially since Eddie’s so hopelessly in love. It’s almost too easy to get him riled up, to light a fire under his ass to maybe finally get the situation some forward movement. 

Flames lick at the kindling. Steve walks backwards, shooting Eddie one last finger gun and wink before rejoining the boisterous outdoors crowd. Through the crack Steve’s left in the sliding glass door, Eddie can hear that asshole’s cheery voice ring out- “Lookin’ good, ladies!”- and your subsequent peal of laughter. 

Eddie can feel the heat through the black denim at his ass, sweat rushing to prickle at his pits underneath the light layer of tanktop- the one with a high-necked collar and sides long enough to conceal most of his scars. 

Not that he’s trying to hide ‘em, perse... they’re just sensitive to the sun. Plus his black jeans have holes in them, so they totally count as summer attire. He’s basically wearing shorts right now. Steve can suck it.

“Suck it, Steve,” Eddie grits out to no one for good measure, before taking a steadying gulp of beer and stepping bravely out beyond the glass doors. 

It’s shockingly bright, sun bouncing off the surface of the pool and rendering Eddie momentarily blind; he shields his eyes with his free hand in time to catch the tail end of Sinclair’s mid-air somersault.

“Five,” Max calls out, lounging safely out of the splash zone, waves from Lucas’s cannonball lapping at her pink donut pool float. Thick black prescription sunglasses take up half her face, expression unmoved even as her boyfriend splutters in the deep end.

“Are you kidding?” Lucas is indignant as he huffs and treads water. “Gimme at least an eight. Did you even see the flip?” 

“I saw it.” Unimpressed, Max shrugs a freckled shoulder. While Lucas devolves into swearing out his complaints (already with one elbow planted on the concrete to get out and make another attempt at a higher score), Max zeros in on Eddie, one brow arched high in searing appraisal. “You gonna swim with your boots on, too?”

“I’m- shut up, Red. Nice donut.”

Max’s triumphant smirk confirms what Eddie already knows (he totally bombed that comeback), but if there’s one thing in the world Eddie’s good at, it’s Pretending. A trait forged and perfected over the years of being reigning Dungeon Master; it’s served him well during D&D sessions, and when running from the law. 

And it’s coming in handy now, too, as Eddie walks past Steve (half-snoozing in a lounger) and the table of Baby Byers and Wheeler Jr. (playing an intense game of Slapjack), pretending to be totally Normal and Chill as he approaches you and Robin, a ways off from the bustling pool.

Go with what you know, Eddie tells himself, because if he focuses for more than two seconds on the fact that you’re stretched prone, sunlight filtering through the big tree overhead and illuminating the soft curves of your thighs just visible under the Spandex hem of your skirt, he’s gonna have a pressing issue that will be anything but pretend.

Robin’s lying on her back on the beach towel next to yours, a tattered copy of Pride and Prejudice held up close, obscuring her field of vision. Using this to his advantage, Eddie crouches on his haunches, then leans in to press his cold can of beer to the tender arch of Robin’s bare foot.

She yelps, kicking out on instinct (which Eddie was expecting). He manages to take the brunt of the hit with a forearm block, but doesn’t see the paperback coming until it’s hitting the side of his face.

“Ow, christ, Buckley,” he moans, slumping to sit on Robin’s towel, hamming up the victim act for your sake and sympathy while Robin snatches up her book and gives him another solid thwack, pages fluttering.

At the commotion, you’d lifted your head from your arms, leaning into them now with the weight of your upper half. Eddie tries really, really valiantly to not stare at your swimsuit top (practically a bra), and instead distracts himself with the fact that you were giggling. At him. 

Give the boy an inch and he’ll take a mile, Wayne is wont to say of his nephew. Never been truer than now, as Eddie gets drunk off your attention and humors, crowding familiarly and rudely into Robin’s space just to piss her off more and to keep your twinkling-eyed focus.

“Yech.” Robin gags. “I’m not gonna sit here and watch you two flirt up close. I just ate lunch.”

Eddie’s worried that comment will embarrass you into pulling away but apparently, you’re not shying from the accusations of his affection anymore. 

A snort and a sardonic eye roll is what you dish back, and Eddie latches on, delighted to have a Shit Starter in Crime, pushing an honest hand to his chest in faux-shock- “Flirting? Me? I’d never. What an accusation. You’re getting crazier by the day, Buckley.”

The peal of laughter that ripples from you is like a song, vibrating the frequencies between Eddie’s ears, scrambling all the channels with its aching beauty.

Goddamn addictive, he thinks, as the white-out of his hearing fades back to normal. A light, warm wind rustles through the big oak overhead, leaves shushing together; allowing himself a glance at your stretched form, Eddie’s (un)luckily close enough to see the smattering of goosebumps rise on the skin of your arms. 

To observe the way sweat curls the baby hairs near your temple, at the nape of your neck. To see the little creases near the corner of your eyes as you close them, turning your face into the wind, a quiet expression of summer bliss on your face.

Eddie could sit here for hours like a (happy) creep just taking in every minute detail, but Robin starts bitching at him about the weed he still owes her from ages ago, poking her cold toes into the holes of his jeans, mischievous and irritating.

Eddie smacks at her ankles until she pulls them back, matching her argument point for point; it’s not about the weed, of which he’d gladly give- it’s about keeping that smile on your face even as you sit up to start digging through your nearby tote bag.

“And plus,” Robin’s saying, sticking a finger into the dimple of Eddie’s left cheek like the obnoxious little sister he never asked for, “You scratched the everliving hell out of my bike last month when you insisted you were sober enough to ride it home.”

“What’d you want me to do, drink and drive? Not very Just Say No Club of you.” Eddie is operating on autopilot with his responses, absorbed in the way your delicate fingers move inside the canvas of the bag. 

“I wanted the same thing that I currently. Want.” Two more ice-cold prods of her toes into the same spot of his exposed knee. “Three grams, pre-rolled, plus an apology.”

Eddie is about to give in with the promise of the rest of his sizable stash and a bike waxing regimine with his own spit thrown into the mix to get Robin off his case, when the sound of your voice cuts through the bickering. 

In your hand, held aloft and out between the three of you, is a bottle of sun lotion. Your focus is fixed on shaking displaced items back into your bag, not looking as you make a request:

“Babe, would you do my back?”

Eddie moves on instinct before he even has time to process the ask, reaching out towards the palm tree-printed plastic- but for some reason, Robin’s hand collides with his mid-air. Goddammit, Buckley. 

His annoyance at Robin quickly gives way to confusion, then roiling embarrassment as two sets of eyes whip to him, your mouth slightly parted in an o shape and Robin making a squeak of awkward alarm.

You were talking to Robin. Obviously, you were talking to your girl friend to rub you down with lotion. 

Jesus christ, Munson, get a grip.

Eddie lets go at the same time Robin and you draw back, the three of you stammering half-sentences over the thunk of the bottle hitting the ground.

“I meant- sorry, god, sorry, I meant Robin-”

“Fucking- jesus, of course you meant Robin, I’m sorry-”

“Oh god! I can do it! It’s fine!”

There’s a brief pause where all of you stare down at the bottle, as if it holds some great mystery of the world. Or is perhaps concealing a time-bending device that will let Eddie go back twenty seconds to kick himself in the head.

He’s just about to make some lame excuse to fuck off forever when Robin beats him to it, jumping up with a spastic, nervous energy. “Um. Steve’s calling me. So I gotta… see what that dingus wants. You’re good?”

This last part, directed at you; with a quick, reassuring nod, you say “I’m good.” 

Seemingly recouped from the whole debacle, you squint up at Robin- “Eddie’s got it,” and then fixing Eddie with a disarmingly beatific smile- “Right?”

It’s like looking into the sun. Eddie is pretty sure his neurons haven’t been firing properly ever since he caught a glimpse of your thighs earlier. By some miracle, he manages coherence- “Uh-huh. Yep. Right.”

“O-o-kay.” Robin lets the word expand, then gives a dorky two-finger salute and makes for the empty pool lounger next to a snoring Steve.

Then it’s just you and Eddie, blinking at each other from your seats on opposing towels, until you lean to pick up the bottle, this time handing it directly to him. 

An invitation, paired with a smile that still pulls at the corners of your mouth.

Someone jumps noisily into the pool, a few scattered cheers accompanying the crashing water. Red’s distant “Nine-five!” echoes through the backyard and this, of all things, spurs Eddie into unfreezing.

He takes the proffered lotion, shifting to kneel in the strip of grass not covered by either of your towels, waiting and watching for your approval. 

Like something out of a dream, you lower yourself face-down again, hands tucking themselves sweetly into the space between the hollows of your shoulders and the ground. Eyes half-lidded as Eddie scooches closer.

“Just on your back?” He asks, soft, like you’re a deer about to spook (although based on the way his hands are trembling, Eddie’s the more likely candidate for chickening out and running for the hills).

“Mhm. Please.”

Fumbling under your sidelong gaze, Eddie wiggles all the rings from his fingers, stuffing them into his pocket. 

“Too cold,” he explains, feeling fidgety from your eye contact, rubbing his hands together briskly to bring out the warmth and give them something to do other than shake.

Eddie pines for a cigarette, a quick burst of nicotine to steel his nerves. Instead, he picks up the sunscreen, squeezes a quarter-sized puddle into his left hand, and shifts to kneel close as he can without actually bumping his knees into your side.

The sunscreen is already warmed from being out in the heat of the day, so Eddie starts on your left shoulder. Dips his fingers into the puddle, spreads a thin layer on the blade of your shoulder, and rubs it in. 

At first, his touch is gentle and apprehensive, but when your eyes drift shut on the second pass of his fingers, Eddie gets a bit bolder. On your right shoulder, another layer of suncream goes on, but this time, Eddie lets his thumb slip into the grooves under your shoulder blade. 

He runs his thumb along the stripe of muscle next to your scapula, still with pressure light enough to feign keeping to his task, thrilled when you make a soft noise of satisfaction.

“I would’ve asked you, y’know.” 

Eddie pauses, hand resting at the top of your spine, the skin of your neck freshly glistening and tacky from his work. “Asked me what?”

“To do this.” You shrug a shoulder, pointing in a roundabout way at your back. “I just… I didn’t think you’d say yes.”

“Why the hell would I say no to this?” The words are out before Eddie can bite them back and find a much more cool and normal thing to say. He can feel your chuckle, the vibrations of it, the way it causes the muscles in your upper back to move.

Eddie tries to cover his lameness by refocusing on the mission he’s been given, like a heroic knight bestowed with a great honor by a fair maiden… on second thought, he’s got to cut out the fantasy metaphors. This situation is wild and tempting enough as-is without adding a potentially very horny layer to the mix.

“You can get under my top, if you want,” you murmur, lashes dark against your cheek in profile, voice all honeyed and fair-maiden-like. 

Eddie swallows hard. Distributes the rest of the lotion between two palms, rests them just below the black fabric, and then slides up. Underneath the top, your skin is the same- smooth and pliant and sweet. 

“Feels nice,” you whisper, eyes still closed in reverie, sounding sleepy and relaxed.

Eddie is entranced with the way your muscles move under his touch. He applies a bit more pressure to the mid-back area of your spine, dragging his thumbs down on either side. You make another noise, this one closer to a moan, and Eddie’s really glad he’s practiced at the skill of Boner Killer On Command because he wouldn’t dare sully the atmosphere with ill-timed arousal (though his limits are certainly being tested today).

“Sorry about the callouses,” he says, a bit of self-deprecation to fill the air because he’s gotta focus on something other than the way his hand fits perfectly in the center of your low back.

“S’okay. I like them, actually. You’re good with your hands.”

Not for the first time, Eddie is relieved that you’re not looking at him- his ears are burning, on their way to bright pink. Same with his cheeks. “Cool, yeah. That’s good. Um. I play guitar, y’know so… I get around.”

After cringing at himself, Eddie watches the apple of your cheek round upwards with a smile, a sharp flash of your teeth as you say, “I can tell.”

There’s an amiable quiet that falls over the two of you; in the background, splashes and chattering from the pool group float in the air, muted by the warm winds shushing through overhead branches. 

At one point, Eddie realizes he’s covered your whole back in sunscreen and is now just trailing his fingertips over the notches of your spine, starting low and ending near your neck, following the path down again in a loop. If you mind, you don’t say anything, seemingly sated by his touch. 

There’s an aching behind Eddie’s ribs. It squeezes at his heart, makes his next breath pinch- he wants to touch you like this all the time. He’s already hooked. 

All too soon, you’re peeling yourself from the blanket, sitting up with a sheepish smile. Eddie can’t tell if you’re getting shy on him from the touch alone, or if it’s the fact that he’s the one that’s been touching. 

Either way, if Eddie could find a more chill way to say “I’d like to do that every minute for the rest of my life if you’ll let me,” he’d say it to appease any worries you may have. 

Bare knees pulled to your chest, you gesture at the bottle still in Eddie’s hand. “I could… do you, if you wanted?”

Eddie scratches the back of his neck, through the heated curtain of curls. “Nah, that’s okay. My abs won’t be ready to debut until the end of summer. 1993.”

He’s expecting at least a chuckle out of you, but instead, he’s fixed with a kind, all-knowing look. 

The two of you are face to face, your shin close enough to brush Eddie’s ribs as you state, “Not a fan of the heat, are you.”

“What gave it away?” Eddie gestures animatedly at the humidity-fed frizz of his hair, then shakes his head like a wet dog. 

When you catch one of his curls between two fingers he freezes, heart slamming to a pause as you loop it around a knuckle.

“I have some deep conditioner at my place. Could help you out if you wanna come by some time.”

Mere inches from his cheek as you lean in, Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, trying to memorize how you smell- coconutty from the lotion, a bit sweaty, a faint hint of deodorant and the vanilla perfume you spray in the mornings. 

He’s never been this close before. 

He feels electric. Or more accurately, like he’s been electrocuted, and he’s waiting for you to restart his heart. 

“Does that sound good, Eddie? You, me, some hair care… maybe a movie? I can steal some from Family Video. I know a guy.”

At his ear now, your voice is low as you wrap a hand around the inside of Eddie’s arm- it’s his turn to break into goosebumps. “Oh yeah? Willing to steal for me already?”

This earns him a stellar laugh, head tipped back to show the curve of your perfect neck. You shove at him playfully, and he’s about to snap up your hand to bite as payback when your name is yelled from across the yard.

“Come on, we need another unbiased judge!” Max waves urgently from the pool as Lucas and Dustin get into an increasingly loud argument over the Olympic grading system. 

“Goddamn kids.” This comes out much more growly than Eddie intended; you just chuckle and squeeze his arm before pulling away to stand.

Eddie mourns the loss of your body heat until you extend a hand towards him, saying, “Let’s go humor our goddamn kids, and we can talk about dinner afterwards.”

It’s like your hand is made to fit inside Eddie’s. He follows close on your heels, heart thudding a steady, overjoyed rhythm once more. 

[whore4abby]

farm headcannons; abby anderson

warnings; teeny mentions of smut - abby using a strap-on, thigh riding, fingering (r!receiving)

౨ৎ after a long day out in the fields, abby will occasionally let herself be pampered by you, especially when it comes to her hair. she loves taking baths with you and has you wash and brush out her long, golden hair. she finds it incredibly soothing and enjoys the feeling of your hands combing through the strands of her hair, often falling asleep with your fingers still tangled up in her locks.

౨ৎ has a total green thumb (which is a given considering she's a farmer duhhh) and loves caring for indoor plants around the farmhouse. always involving you in the process, letting you water them and choose their names, "what about this one, pretty girl?" chuckling as your face contorts in confusion as you try to come up with a name you haven't used already before.

౨ৎ she loves taking you on walks through the fields and holding your hand as you walk through the tall grass watching your face scrunch up when it tickles you, leaning down to kiss your head affectionately.

౨ৎ she’s utterly obsessed with you and can’t stay away for five minutes without talking to or thinking about you. she always makes sure to check up on you throughout the day and she’s constantly wanting to talk to you about every little silly thing you can think of. bringing you iced tea even though she’s the one doing manual labour all day, “you gotta stay hydrated, baby…”

౨ৎ although she loves working outdoors, rainy days are her absolute favourites, especially when the two of you cuddle up in bed together and watch the rain from your cozy little bedroom. eventually falling alseep in her arms as the soft sound of the rain and the warmth from each other soothes you both to sleep.

౨ৎ takes you on roadtrips in her truck. you’d be all googly-eyed and fascinated by the mountains, forests, and the little quaint towns you visit for sporadic weekend getaways.

౨ৎ adores being the one to ‘save’ you from any bugs. giggling as you shriek in horror at the tiny little spider in the corner of the bathroom. cackling when she watches you dash out of the bathroom when she holds the spider out in front of you.

౨ৎ watches the sunset with you from the porch, her sat in the rocking chair with you cradled in her lap, grinding on her thigh as you watch the day slowly become night and the sky turn to shades of warm orange and muted red.

౨ৎ takes you on little picnics out in the fields. you purposely don’t wear panties and let her finger you right there on the picnic blanket under the shade of a big oak tree.

౨ৎ loves having you ride her and puts her cowboy hat on your head as you bounce up and down on her strap over and over, smirking at the sweet moans she’s pulling from you so easily. slapping your ass and cooing into your ear, calling you her “dirty little cowgirl.”

© 2023 whore4abby all rights reserved

[soapsbaby]

Bunch of Deviants

Summary: Assigning one kínk to each of the main CoD characters that I headcanon them to have.

Characters: Simon “Ghost” Riley, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish, König, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra, John Price, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Alex Keller, all x gn!reader Rating: NSFW (minors DNI) Word count: 1100ish

Ghost - Size Kink

He loves using his size to his advantage and making you feel as small, and in a way vulnerable, as he possibly can. He adores the fact that he can just pick you up and fuck you against whichever surface he wants with ease.

Will place his cock on your stomach and give you a cruel smile. That's all going to be inside of you, sweetheart, think you can take it, hm?

He loves sometimes seeing you struggle a bit with his size, the way your eyes start watering when you try to fit him all into his mouth or the delicate little whimpers when he first starts pushing into you.

Soap - Exhibitionism

Soap loves to just do it whenever and wherever the possibility arises, be it indoor or outdoor. Literally you can’t think of many places you haven’t done it, be it his office, every room in your apartment, the local woods, his car, in an alley behind a club you were partying at. He's always down to just pull your underwear to the side for a quick fuck.

He really gets off on the possibility of someone seeing you or walking in on you (even though he’d probably get slightly embarrassed if it actually happened and thank god it hasn’t yet).

No… No, Baby, I don’t care if anyone sees. Let them see. Let them see how well I fuck you.

Loves sneaking off with you at events and just taking you in whichever free room you can find. He loves the thrill of acting like nothing happened afterwards, seeing you slightly struggle to walk straight. 

Price - Sugar Daddy

He loves treating you and making sure you are always taken care of. You are on his credit card with no limits.

He gets off on knowing that you are treating yourself and can get anything that makes you happy and he loves when he is at work and gets a text of you wearing whichever new clothes you bought with his money. 

He would never deny you anything (within reason) but he loves when you whine and beg for it a little bit. 

His favorite part, of course, is when he gets to take your fancy new clothes off of you or, if possible, just fuck you in them.

Gaz - Body Worship

It’s not even that it’s necessarily a kink of his, he just can’t help himself from praising and worshiping you the moment he gets to see and feel your body, let alone when he’s inside of you. 

He is so genuine when he starts praising you, paying attention to every part of your body and just babbling on about how much he loves all of it, how smooth and soft you feel.

Loves when he can take his time before sex and just massage you, kiss your entire body and take however long he needs, baffled that you are his and his alone and how lucky he is.

Alex - Bondage

He loves when he just gets to let go and have you take charge, tying him up in whichever position you’d like him in and then take him like he belongs to you. 

He loves the sensory experience of it, the rope on his skin and immobility that comes along with being tied up, however he also loves how the decision-making is taken off him and he can turn off his brain for a while and let you take charge.

Is a little embarrassed by this but he loves when he’s tied up and can’t fight you overstimulating him, just having to take it.

Farah - Sensory Play

She is not much into anything rough but she enjoys playing around with different sensations, especially when she gets blindfolded and all of her senses are heightened.

She loves experimenting with temperatures, one of her favorites is wax play, even though for her that can already be on the border of what is too painful. Still, she loves the sensation if you drip it from high up enough and the way it looks on her skin.

König - Praise and Humiliation

He thrives on you talking through it, telling him how well he is doing, how good he is making you feel, that he is your little toy that you can do with whatever you please.

You have tied him up before but it is never necessary. He will just take whatever you throw at him, so eager to make you feel pleased with obedience that there is no need to restrain him. If you tell him to keep his hands behind his back then that is what he will do without question. 

Doesn’t use that many profanities in his day to day life so it is very easy to humiliate him by making him repeat your words. “Say it, König. Who is my little fucktoy, hm?” “M… Me.” “No, sweetheart, the whole sentence.” “I… I am your little fucktoy.” “That’s right.” 

Alejandro - Breeding

His breeding kink is his biggest weakness. Whenever you tell him to put a baby in you his thrusts will start to stutter, sweet moans spilling from his lips, mi amor, you know we’re not ready, we can’t… we shouldn’t- and then, against all better judgment, he will come inside of you regardless, staying inside of you for as long as he can afterwards to make sure none of his cum is wasted.

Rudy - Edging

He likes using the time he has off work to the most and making sure he takes as much time with you as he can. He simply enjoys pushing you to the edge as many times as you can take and then eventually push you over it, making sure he keeps going and overstimulating you until you forget your own name.

He knows your body by heart, knows how to read you like an open book and can tell exactly how close you are and when he needs to stop. 

He will be so frustrating that it makes you go insane. He takes such pleasure in your desperation and at the same time is so patient. It doesn’t matter whether you are begging him to fuck you, he won’t until he has decides it’s time.

Valeria - Sadomasochism

Valeria is just into pain, going both ways. She just enjoys all of the scratching, biting and slapping that comes along with having sex with you and it doesn’t matter whether she’s topping or bottoming either.

Usually by the end of it you are both covered in bruises and scratches, she doesn’t care. She likes you marked up so everyone can tell that you are hers. 

[dollbnuuy]

agere headcanon ask game !

seen a few of these go around and i thought i'd try my hands at making my own! just send me a character and a number :) feel free to rb and do this yourself!

how did they find out about age regression? did they stumble upon it online? did a friend tell them about it?

do they have a specific age or range they regress to, or do they just go off vibes?

why do they regress? is it trauma or stress related? do they regress to go back to simpler times, or to create new memories? what causes them to regress?

is their regression more voluntary or involuntary? do they ever regress without realizing it?

do they ever find themselves only regressing partially, or do they fully drop when they regress?

are they a stuffie or a blankie kid? both? neither?

do they have a caregiver? are they a caregiver/flip?

in what ways are they different when they're regressed? do aspects of their personality or interests change at all? are they similar to how they were when they were an actual kid, or completely different?

do they identify with any specific labels (regressor, flip, pet regressor, etc.)?

do they have any regression gear (teethers, pacifiers, diapers, specific toys or outfits, etc.)? do they try to hide it from friends/family?

do they fall into any 'regressor stereotypes' (baby talk, loving disney movies, liking pastels, etc.), or do they diverge from the 'norm' (liking horror media, regressing to an older age, etc.)?

do they have any specific nicknames for when they regress? how about nicknames they've given to their caregiver(s) or friends?

what do they like to do when they're regressed? do they like to play pretend, watch tv/movies, color, etc.?

what kind of snacks/drinks do they gravitate towards when regressed? do they use a sippy cup or bottle? how about those little divider plates/trays?

what do they wear when they're regressed? do they have specific clothes, or do they just wear whatever is most comfortable? do they have a comfort article of clothing?

where do they tend to regress? do they mostly regress at home, at the park, at a specific friend's house? do they have a specific place they like to go once they're regressed?

do they prefer to play indoors or outdoors? do they get upset when it rains?

do they take naps? if so, do they take them at a specific time, or just nap whenever they feel like it? do they get fussy over having to take one?

what kind of things do you associate with their regression? is their a specific aesthetic or general 'vibe' you think suits them and their regression?

what is age regression to them? what do they like/dislike? are they proud of their regression, or feel a bit more insecure about it?

[en-gelic]

sun shower

rainy days with him ✸ 양정원 x female reader ( 619 ) genre. fluff, drabble cw. skinship playlist 📒LiA'S NOTE me and who?? ✸ LiBRARY PASS ⋆

Rain poured on the windows as you stared at the grey sky, dripping its dreary tears outdoors.

Rain-gazing was one of your favorite hobbies, but it was now the cause of your heartache at the fact that you couldn't go out to see him. The tree branch tapping at your window startled you out of your daze as a sigh escaped your mouth.

"I miss him" You sighed, drawing your gaze to the seemingly empty house without him. Fiddling with the ring he had given you on your one-year anniversary, you attempted to shut your eyes in hopes that sleep would replace your disappointment at the rain.

Unaware that you had dozed off, the knocks on the door startled you. Lazily, you sat up and made your way to the door, wondering who would be mad enough to come over while it was pouring.

You pulled at the knob, surprised to find that the boyfriend you had been wishing for in your dreams was standing right in front of you, his hair slightly dripping from the rain he had been running in. His dimples pressed into his cheeks at the sight of you as you stood in awe, deluding yourself into thinking it was a lucid dream.

Bringing your hand up to his figure, you poked his dimple to confirm your delusions. "Won?" You questioned. "Yes baby?" His voice caused a smile to morph on your lips as you pulled him indoors, still smiling like a fool at your boyfriend you still couldn't get used to.

You lead him to your bathroom, leaving him there while you fetched your hairdryer and a mound of blankets which he protested to wear.

"What if you had gotten sick?" Your hands raked his body which was damp with rain. Despite his obvious early signs of flu, he still grinned at you, displaying his dimples and pulling you to his lap.

Your worry fueled irritation washed away at the action of him peppering your face with soft kisses. "Then I'd get you sick with me, so we'd be sick together." He said, fingers finding your own and intertwining them together. You got up abruptly, shooting him a look. You watched as his eyes crinkled with glee at getting on your nerves, knowing how much you hated being sick.

He rose from his seat on the edge of the bathtub, picking you up effortlessly and throwing you over his shoulder. Your squeamish giggles echoed from the bathroom as you struggled to slide out of his grip.

Dropping you on the bed, he curled beside you, his wet hair dampening your pillows. "Let's watch a movie." He remarked, pulling you into his embrace.

Without any complaints, you got comfortable and watched his dramatic series, knowing he was probably dozing off for most of the episodes. Feeling stiff, you turned your body to him and moved to press a kiss on his nose, watching as his face twitched at the sensation. You untangled your hands from his, and lightly pinched his face.

"Did I fall asleep?" His eyes fluttered open, focusing them on you. You hummed in reply, entwining your fingers in his dark hair and turning to look outside. The sky had turned light grey as the clouds busily moved about, no longer dripping rain. A smile found its way to your lips at the sight of the sun peaking its light through a gap in the clouds. You turned to Jungwon whose lips were replicating yours, happy that you were happy.

He led you into a kiss, your smiles coating it with sugar. The suns heat warmed your body, but your heart warmed with the most priceless form of sun sitting laying beside you.

[adore-laur]

HARRY & NADINE

— a glimpse into her pregnancy and how harry loves it oh-so-much. from the foxtail universe and inspired by this ask 🌱

——

At thirty-six weeks pregnant, Nadine was ready to pop. The summer days were long and miserable, and her intuition told her the twins' arrival was near. Or maybe her body just really wanted to be done carrying around ten extra pounds. Getting out of bed and even standing up from a chair was a mini workout. Her spine felt close to snapping in half most days. She felt enormous, and although she had been excited to show off her bump, it was becoming quite an inconvenience. Not being able to hug her husband and feel his heartbeat against her chest was criminal. Even worse was not being able to lay on top of him at night, skin to skin. How cruel!

Harry had measured the fundal height that morning using a roll of twine before cutting it and taking it to the greenhouse to get an exact measurement. Her belly was forty-one centimeters. In other words, she was massive.

Yesterday, she found out that they had fully developed lungs. Two souls were breathing inside of her. It was miraculous.

Nadine was in the home stretch now, and her patience was wearing thin. She preferred to have a spontaneous labor rather than a medical induction, so she roped Harry into finding natural methods to encourage the babies to finish baking in the warmth of her womb. His suggestions included lounging in bed all day, drinking raspberry leaf tea, and taking a stroll down to the village. Relaxing, but not the type of mild activities that piqued her interest. Her hormones craved a more rousing experience.

While feeling hot and bothered by watching Harry build a raised garden bed under the sweltering July sun, she perused the handwritten notes she took at the beginning of her pregnancy. Under the "Natural Induction" heading, she scanned the dozen or so bullet points and tapped her pencil against the word sex.

Peeking at Harry from under her floppy sun hat, she whistled to get his attention. He finished hammering a nail into a slab of wood before fixing his gaze on her. There's the handsome papa-to-be. He was a vision as of lately—more buff and dedicated to tending the gardens while Nadine grew budding flowers of her own that kicked and pressed against her bladder.

"I have a question," Nadine said, straightening her posture in the patio swing and stroking her bare bump. It sat heavily on her upper thighs, decorated with coffee-colored stretch marks.

"Nadi, you shouldn't even be outside right now," Harry replied exasperatedly, wiping sweat from his brow. His tattooed arms were tan and slick from hours of diligent work spent outside, the muscles bulging as he lined up a slender piece of wood against the half-built rectangular foundation. It was a gift for the twins. He planned to make them each an indoor and outdoor garden.

He'd been behind schedule, busy prepping the house for parenthood, and was now putting in overtime with the flower beds. But Nadine knew he was using it as a distraction from doting on her excessively. While she didn't mind being taken care of, she really didn't need Harry helping her put clothes on or insisting on showering with her. So for the last few weeks, she had shooed him away from her with the promise that she'd rest.

Today, she had truly tried her best, but after an hour of sitting on the couch and crocheting baby rompers, she found herself wandering to the backyard. Somehow, it started with her innocently admiring Harry as he got lost in the steady rhythm of woodworking and ended with her wanting his weathered hands all over her body.

Nadine half-scowled and half-smiled at his grumpy tone. "I'm in the shade. Technically, I'm resting."

"I would prefer it if you rested in air conditioning," he said, surveying his work. His hands were planted on his hips, and Nadine felt a throbbing pulse of need in between her legs. He'd left her alone, like she asked, but now she was aching for his eyes to feast on her.

"But I like watching you."

Harry scratched the scruff on his jaw and plucked a screw from his pocket. "I know you do, baby. Why can't you watch me through the window?" He resumed assembling the wood pieces.

Nadine hummed thoughtfully, then said, "Fresh air is good for pregnant women." She didn't like that his full attention wasn't on her, so she added, "Especially ones who are turned on."

Harry went to pick up the drill, but he stopped himself and turned to face her instead. The cropped white T-shirt he wore gave her a sneak peek at his fern tattoos. Further down, athletic shorts that were far too short and disrespectful hugged his sturdy, suntanned thighs. "I wasn't aware of that fact," he said lowly, taking a few casual steps toward her.

Nadine's swollen feet pushed off the ground to rock the swing. She removed her sun hat to view him more clearly, and before she could fix her mussed hair, Harry was leaning over and kissing down her neck like a starved and desperate man. His hands gripped the back of the swing to stop it from moving, his taut arms locking her in. "Have I been a neglectful husband?" he murmured, his kisses trailing over to her chest. "Even though my wife has been sending me away to the garden and refusing to let me dote on her?"

"Oui," she whispered, taking one of his hands and placing it over her breast. Through the thin fabric of her bandeau top, her nipples peaked. Although sore and enlarged as a result of preparing milk, they responded to Harry's touch in the same way they always had. "Your wife is in dire need of affection."

"I'm on it," Harry replied, sitting beside her and continuing to work his mouth and hands.

Nadine moaned, tilting her head to the side. She felt spoiled since she didn't have to move—not that she would have been able to without toppling over and wheezing. Harry licked under her jawbone before nipping the skin there; the softness of his lips was an addictive sensation. It was so lovely. Until she began to sweat and be tickled by his beard.

When she couldn't take any more of it, she giggled and pushed him away. "No more," she said, breathing heavily.

Harry rubbed his palm over her belly, feeling for kicks. He was obsessed with it. "I was just getting started, Dove."

"You're going to make me have a hot flash."

He stole a quick kiss. "Well, we can't have that, can we?"

"It's all your fault," she mumbled as a surge of heat spread across her flesh. Not even an ice bath could tame it.

"Maybe you should go inside now," he said, switching back to being concerned.

Nadine shook her head and said, "Your very pregnant wife needs one more thing."

"Anything, sweetheart. Your wish is my command."

She slowly stood up, groaning from all the aches that introduced themselves. "I need a belly lift. I feel like I’m about to burst.”

Harry's eyes lit up. "Yeah?" He sprung off the swing and interlaced his fingers, palms up, ready to hold her bump up like he had done several times before. Carrying double the weight during pregnancy was difficult to endure, especially now that the twins were fully developed. They pressed and kicked and stretched her beyond her wildest imagination, and while it was a magical experience growing two humans all by herself, it was often uncomfortable to even walk—or waddle, as Harry had affectionally called it. He was always eager to provide temporary freedom from it. "This might be the last one we do," he added, a soft smile gracing his lips.

"Better make it the best one yet."

Harry settled behind her and cupped the bottom of her bump. With a kiss to her cheek, he lifted, and the instant relief Nadine felt was second to none. She leaned back into him, sighing happily as the ten pounds transferred into Harry's gentle and trustworthy hands. "This is pretty good practice for holding two babies," he said. "God, I'm going to miss this unbelievable bump.”

"I just want them out of me," Nadine complained, wishing the relief was permanent. She wanted her body back. She wanted her babies snuggled in her arms.

"I know. I'm so in awe of you," Harry whispered over her shoulder. "Every single day."

"You've been saying that a lot lately."

He let go of her bump and moved to stand in front of her. "This hasn't been easy on you. It sure as hell doesn't look easy. Despite the lows, it has been such a joy watching you experience this."

"It's rewarding," she said, smiling down at the little kicks protruding from her skin. The fluttery sensation always made her want to cry. "I feel like a champion."

"You are. Ma déesse résiliente." Harry dropped to his knees and kissed both sides of her belly. "Et mes précieux bébés."

The babies kicked more firmly, and Nadine's heart soared. "They love their Papa."

"Mm, I love it when you call me that." For a minute, his thumbs stroked her stretch marks. Then he looked at her curiously and said, "You never asked me your question, by the way."

Nadine reveled in his submissive position. "I was going to ask if we could have sex."

He laughed loudly. "You're insatiable. I already tasted you this morning."

"Yes, right after you measured the fundal height of my uterus. Very romantic, mon amour."

With a tender bite to her inner thigh, he raised his nose to the frilly hem of her pajama bottoms. "Let's take this inside, shall we?"

——

[mariacallous]

According to the internet, I’m a “boy mum”. It’s not a term I’d heard until I gave birth to a baby boy. Suddenly, I was being bombarded with videos about the nightmare in store for me. This was footage showing the kind of destructive male-toddler behaviour that Jackass stars Johnny Knoxville and Bam Margera would deem too risky. Meanwhile, their mothers were portrayed as longsuffering, harried, hard-as-nails veterans of the boy-toddler insane asylum.

My son is very physically active, but he’s also a gentle, cautious child, so this doesn’t resonate with me, or with several of the “boy mums” I know. (Meanwhile, some of the “girl mums” spend their days chasing their Tasmanian Devil-esque daughters like they’re in a Looney Tunes cartoon.) Yet it’s everywhere. Then, last week, I saw a report that found girls were playing outside less than boys, even at two years old – something that shocked the researchers, who hadn’t expected to see socialised gender roles emerging so early.

It didn’t shock me, sadly. Not when I’m regularly tearing my hair out in clothes shops trying to find something for my two-year-old son to wear that isn’t black or camouflage, like he’s a ninja, or a small soldier already primed for aggression.

“It’s not our fault, but we’ve all internalised that ‘boys-take-up-more-space’stereotype,” Kirstie Beaven, the founder of Sonshine magazine, a publication geared towards raising boys for a more equal world, tells me.

“Girls’ clothes are made for sitting still and looking pretty, while boys’ clothes are made for activity, even in the baby or toddler sections. Parents of babies tend to underestimate girls’ gross motor skills – expecting they will be less competent than boys at crawling or climbing – and we’re all more likely to encourage our sons to take physical risks, and expect our daughters to ‘be careful’.”

Beaven says that by the time our children are two years old, we probably don’t expect our daughters to need as much outside time. “Nor are they as comfy or confident when they are outside,” she says. “If your shoes are too flimsy to climb a tree or your T-shirt is cut uncomfortably short and tight, it’s not surprising you want to go home early.”

As a 90s tomboy kid raised in dungarees, this thought breaks my heart a little. A lack of outdoor physical activity will disadvantage girls from a young age, and these gendered expectations harm boys, too, as Ruth Whippman, author of the book BoyMum, tells me.

“The flipside of the ‘boys play outside more’ phenomenon is that parents as a whole give boys less of the kind of quiet indoor-type attention that they give to girls,” she says. “Wide-scale research across countries shows that from as early as nine months, parents spend more time with girls on activities such as learning letters and numbers, singing, drawing and telling stories. Girls now outperform boys at school and researchers believe these differences in parental time inputs account for a significant portion of the difference.”

What I loved about Whippman’s book was that it beautifully conveyed the internal battle many intelligent feminist mothers found themselves having when raising boys who may be conforming to certain stereotypes.

“When my three boys were small, people used to tell me all the time [that] ‘boys are like dogs – all they need is food and exercise, and just try to wear them out’,” Whippman says. “I used to absolutely hate it, as it seemed so dehumanising. But perhaps what I hated even more was the fact that in our case it was kind of true.”

Of course, like most mothers, she initially held herself responsible.

As with many of these questions, a complex interplay between nurture and nature is involved, and it’s stupid to deny biology any kind of role. Whippman highlights how male foetuses get a shot of testosterone in the womb that has been linked in other mammals to a tendency to play more roughly, while girls may be able to sit still and focus for longer at younger ages because the areas of the brain responsible for impulse control and emotional self-regulation generally develop earlier in girls.

The point is, though, that parents often increase this divide by failing to correct their own unconscious biases and help their kids work on the areas where they could improve their skills. As Whippman puts it: “When it comes to gender, as parents, we end up turning small differences into big differences.”

Seeing how much my little boy needs me, how much touch, affection and reassurance he craves, has been one of the most educative experiences I’ve had since I became his mum. I’ve known many men whose feelings as little boys were neglected, often in contrast to the comfort and time any sisters’ emotional needs were given.

“If we don’t let boys express all parts of their personalities and emotional lives because they are just ‘wild monsters’, we are not only doing them a huge disservice, we are storing up problems in how they interact with others in later life,” says Beaven, who also says that the “boy mum” stereotype boiled her blood.

If we are to tackle the crises in violence against women and in male mental health, we need to be open about how damaging these stereotypes are for boys as well as girls. That starts with being honest with ourselves about how much we, as parents, are encouraging them. That’s why you’ll never find me identifying as a “boy mum”, no matter how much the internet wants me to.

[a-twistedheartslonging]

So! Everything I’ve learned about spooders is from my aunt Angie, and Exotic Lair on YouTube and now I’m talking about Idia!

Spiders rub their thorax with their legs to kick their little hairs at predators or enemies, they actually get irritated really quickly (no I personally haven’t had kicked hairs in my arms, but my Auntie has and we had to drive her to the hospital cause the topical ointments were causing an allergic reaction) so all I’m picturing is if you scare Idia, and his back to you he kicks his hairs at you. Make sure to knock before entering his room! Nobody makes this mistake twice…

Some tarantelas keep small frogs in a symbiotic relationship where the frog protects the spiders eggs, and the spider protects the frog, so honestly…Ortho is a frog boy. Maybe not a full frog boy but like he wears froggy outfits. He has a bucket hat with the frog eyes, and everything!

Spiders use their webs as an extended sense of touch, so as much as I want to say Idia uses his webbing for wiring and electronics, I’m worried he would electrocute himself…he probably does periodically and you and Ortho yell at him to STOP! This is the third time!

Spiders HATE blowing air and wind, so he uses it as an excuse to avoid the outdoors. « It’s so windy out though! » it actually can cause overstimulation for them, and they can get sick from too much wind! So windy days I bet he gets a bit of a fever every time. His little hairs also shake to try and calm down. He looks like he’s vibrating

So there are burrowing spiders (which are the ones I know about) and arborils (or the tree livers…) and since he prefers the indoors, he would be a burrower! Also cause then I can talk about him! Also cause he would prefer the dark, damp, and he would totally burrow into his blanket fort, and his super fluffy hoodie!

After he molts he’s SUPER pretty, as all spiders are! They’re so vibrant and bright blue. I bet Idia would be a cobalt blue tarantula, and if Ortho is a spider, I bet he would be a rose hair. Rose hairs are best for beginners, as they’re pretty docile, and just live and let live, while cobalts choose violence more often. Rose hairs also choose violence, but more as a last resort. Both kick hairs, but cobalts also bite…

So spiders teeth are actually like straws (if I’m remembering correctly) so just picture him crunching a soda can and he sucks it all down! Just a SHLURP, and he’s hydrated! But I bet he still likes the crunch of chips. (Weird asmr too look for is tarantula feeding! Don’t watch if you have a weak stomach)

Spiders don’t have bones and use more of a hydrolic system to move, with their heart pushing blood into each leg to move forward then pull it back. So I say Idia has very few bones, or none, and his human torso is highly flexible. Without his exo he would be very bendy.

Spiders have retractable claws AND PAW PADS! They only have two of each on each food, so 16 paw pads to squish! But spider pads are different from other animals, as they have tiny hairs that help them stick to things and climb. (Once scientists found web residue in spider foot prints so they were like « they stick by excreting webbing from their feet! » and another groupe was like « bet, there is webbing everywhere! How do you know they’re not trailing it like toilet paper?» and covered a spiders butt with wax to keep the environment more clean, and there was no webbing there! I love science beef) his little feet’s are still probably sticky from webbing, so use a baby wipe or something to clean him up.

Males leave their burrows to go try and see if someone wants to mate (I’m not going into how they have to carry their little sperm web bag with them, because yes they have to take the sperm and put it into basically a little bag to put in the female!) so only when he’s actually interested does he start to leave his room for you! He helps clean up ramshackle I bet! Or uses robots to help clean it…

Different breeds have different mating styles, but the peacock spider does a little dance, shaking his butt around and he’s like « please, please, please, please plea-«  or they also tap a little pattern on the females webbing to see if she’s willing,

Spiders don’t have genders until I think their third molt, and that’s just a free fun fact!

So many cute and interesting things.

I think of Ortho being a dif creature from his brother. Maybe cuz of their parents are dif creatures with one being a spider and the others something else or current or past ortho was a spider but always wanted to be something different so Idia decided to be a cool bro and make him a body that lets him be whatever he wants.

So, imagine he has all these diff creature bods. Dog, bunny, frog, bee, spooder, and whatever else.

Part of me thinks Idia helping to clean would just him picking you up under the arms like a cat and lifting you to reach things which would be so funny to see.

It would be cute if Yuu kept baby wipes with them and helped Idia keep those spider feeties clean when he needs it.

It would be pretty freaking cool Seeing Idia do the soda can thing, i feel like he would try not to do it around you at first but forgets but then you act all impressed and tell him it's cool and he's flustered.

Poor Idia on those windy days. Makes me think of that orange cat that hates the beach cuz it was windy.

He makes that face whenever it gets windy.

Hmmm the hairs though...in this AU I think of the hairs he has being soft of fluffy baby they get stiff when scared so he can do that thing, or it becomes that way cuz magic.

....I'm just picturing him doing his scared yelling while doing it and I can't stop laughing. It's just such a silly mental image and I love it.

Thank you for all the information and Ideas, I love them.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

Canadian COVID forecast October 21-November 3 2023

Here are the general recommendations for mitigating risk provided by COVID-19 Resources Canada:

Everyone:

- Update vaccines

- Wear N95-type masks

- Avoid indoor social gatherings

- Avoid crowded non-essential places

If you are high risk:

- Also avoid outdoor social gatherings

Who is high risk?

- people aged 60 and older, babies <1 year, pregnant people

- All ages: immunocompromised OR medically at-risk OR no vaccine or infection last 6 months

[siruswhack]

Cirrus info/lore dump

I have not been in a writing mood, just getting my words out on Cirrus. Headcanons at the end.

Name and Design:

He’s named after the cloud, and his color palette somewhat reflects that. Dark greys and blues are the most prominent, with yellows to break up the monotony. It also serves as highlights, ensuring that he isn’t a blob of darkness when I draw him.

Cirrus clouds are ultimately harmless, only providing light showers of rain, but they’re usually a sign that heavier storms are approaching. The clouds themselves are light and wispy, comparable to his physical state.

He doesn’t see much point in cutting his hair, and is fine at its current length. Unfortunately, there have been misgendering problems in the past (more are to come).

His outfit isn’t particularly notable, being the standard clothes that the Pokèmon Unbound protagonist wears. Dark blue jacket, black shirt, yellow highlights. Cirrus highly prefers the cold weather over the heat, and it mildly soothes his lungs.

Short king.

Backstory:

Note: in this universe, his mother’s name is Aella.

Cirrus grew up with a severe lung illness that persists to this day. Especially as a baby, hospitalizations were common when he’d stop breathing altogether. Aros was extremely worried for him, both before and after being locked inside the Cube. He was close to joining the “dead son” club.

Cirrus survived infancy by the skin of his teeth, though not without minor damage to the lungs. Breathing’s a problem, physical exertion is a disaster. In early childhood and adolescence, hospital admissions were still frequent, though began to dwindle down. It was only natural for his mother to worry and fuss over him, keep him indoors and away from anything “too dangerous” or risky. His sickness is only worsening with age.

Cirrus, not being one for the outdoors, found joys in the little things. Flower arranging was a fun one (though it never lasted long thanks to cold weather), then chess (finding a partner besides his mother was rather difficult), and finally, embroidery. It’s a quiet task, allowing him to spend his hours in relative peace and quiet. Another point of interest was also Pokèmon behavior.

His twelfth birthday gift came in the form of a tiny, squealing Vulpix. Aella was keenly aware of his liking for Pokèmon, this was the best gift she could’ve given. It was barely a month old, but that didn’t stop the two from getting along immediately. What was not to love? It was small, could fit in his lap, quiet, and just as reserved as him. The coldness from its fur was just an added bonus. A flip through an old book gave him the idea for its name: Artemis.

Artemis wasn’t the only “friend” he made, though most didn’t stick around for long. The occasional Snorunt under their house, maybe even a Delibird if he was lucky.

Character & Story:

Cirrus is…immensely sheltered, thanks to his childhood. He cannot comprehend the idea of someone acting out of pure malice— in his mind, everyone has to have some sort of logic whenever any action is taken. Being “good” to others is the ultimate purpose of life, even if others have some trouble following through. Pure evil? That can’t possibly exist.

His illness complicated life as a whole. Was he going to make it? Was he going to die within a couple years? Things were never certain for his future, and it’s only getting worse. Cirrus always felt a sense of uselessness in life— he couldn’t live like the other kids at school, couldn’t communicate well, was too nervous to participate in battle. He’s accepted that death was likely for him in the coming years, it’s a surprise he made it this far.

Being “expressive” was never on the list of priorities, but that doesn’t mean he hides his feelings. Actions mean more to him than words or faces.

Confrontation, of course, is also something to be avoided. He’s never faced that sort of situation in his life, and thus, has a sense of panic whenever one does occur. Cirrus constantly tries to downplay any sort of conflict through words (as seen with the Shadows), though the success on that varies.

To him, the concept Pokèmon battling is absurd and cruel. If he hates any direct conflict with others, then other people must hate it, too. Confronting another person is one thing, using Pokèmon to do the dirty work for you is another. On the rare occasion he actually saw battles, it always ended up in severe injury and pain for both parties. He simply can’t understand why anyone would want to participate, given the inevitable outcome of it.

Coward.

Circling back to earlier: he doesn’t believe in evil, even when there is glaring evidence that terrible people exist (most obvious being Aklove). After the Ultimate Weapon is dismantled, he still tries to reason with him. Surely that man is just misguided? Cirrus really tried to understand his logic, tried to rationalize how someone could commit such evils without any remorse or reason. Of course, this fails.

It was a success with Zeph, he told himself. Zeph had a “good” reason for his actions, giving him a pass with Cirrus. Cirrus can’t possibly understand the extent of what Zeph and the other two went through, and thus, forgiving them altogether is easiest. If he could collaborate with them for a greater cause, his rationale was that he could do the same with Aklove. The absolute clownery.

Headcanons:

Loves sweet foods, particularly chocolate. His favorite food is brownies.

His favorite Pokemon type are ice types, with Artemis being the main factor behind it. He finds it sad that they’re the rarest type.

Once tried to sew a cute jacket for Artemis. He still has a long way to go with that skill.

Has been mistaken for a girl. Several times. Come on— that hair length, the short height, the mannerisms? None of it screams “teenage boy”.

His photos app primarily consists of pictures of his Pokemon.

Would try to befriend large, unfriendly Pokèmon. “If they’re not friends, why are they friend shaped?”

Cried when he found out that certain Pokèmon live life in pain. The realization that Psyducks constantly suffer from headaches was a depressing one.

Mildly afraid of steel types, just because they seem “uncanny”. Otherwise, he loves all Pokèmon.

After becoming champion, he tries to take home a lot of strays.

Once tried to bring home a Beartic. “Mom, can we keep him 🥺?”

-X-

Eventual team, in order of who was obtained first: Alolan Ninetales, Garchomp, Azumarill, Clefable, Togekiss, Klefki

Man, if we had Tinkaton in Pokèmon Unbound…

-X-

Statistics:

Strength: 1/10

Dexterity: 8/10

Constitution: 2/10

Intelligence: 7/10

Wisdom: 3/10

Charisma: 4/10

[fishylife]

bro jetlag fucking sucks i can't tell if i'm actually sick or if i'm just jetlagged. i'm so cold i'm wearing a toque indoors like. that is an outdoor garment why am i wearing it indoors. also my teeth feel sensitive because i had to use a kiddie electric toothbrush for like two weeks and only now am i back to using a full powered electric toothbrush. also i have a mild headache but again i have no idea if it's just because of lack of sleep. i normally don't put the heater in my room because i don't want my dolls to be exposed to heat too much but i am so cold that i must so i am sorry babies.

[creations-by-chaosfay]

After my shower, I'll be sewing for as long as my room isn't an oven. We won't be getting below 90 F during the day anytime soon. Have I mentioned I hate summer?

When I was a child, nearly every teacher would ask the class what our favorite season is. I was the only child who loves winter, and the teachers always made the assumption about it being holidays and stuff. Nope, and I would correct them by saying "because everything is dead." The very concerned teacher would then call my parents to discuss this. Folks, I have impressive indoor, outdoor, seasonal, and skin allergies. Thr only medication available until I was 16 was benadryl and Sudafed. Benadryl has the same active ingredient as OTC sleep medication. I carried a box of tissues and a plastic shopping bag everywhere because I was constantly dealing with a runny nose, congestion, and itchy eyes. Winter was bliss. No pollen! I was free!!! Then Allegra arrived, and I could finally take an allergy medication that didn't knock me out nor mess with my seizure meds.

Winter is still my favorite season, though it's very different in the PNW. Nothing but rain, and every two years an ice storm. No wildfires, no sunburns, no heatstroke, no SAD (I suffer that in summer), and I can wear my sweaters and fuzzy socks. Oh, and sewing without feeling like I'm dying because the iron is warming my room.

Anyway, heading to the shower soon. My hope is to finish all the pear blocks today. I should take the next three days off to get into the new routine, but I'm genuinely tired of looking at this thing. I wanna move on to machine quilting the baby quilt, and that'll be done at my desk. Having that listed in the shop this month would be awesome. Plus, I have a few tea-themed mini quilts, table runs, and mug rugs I plan on making. So many cute things!

[necroneos]

Takuto Maruki's Outfits Preface

It took me a few hours, but I finally got almost all of Maruki's models ripped. I chose to exclude his metaverse models where he's scuffed up in and out of his golden outfit (with and without mask), him with his partially broken mask, and this model of him wearing this outdoor winter outfit but he's wearing some hat. To all you Maruki lovers, here you go ❤️. No more should you have to desperately look on google and gameplay videos for full body refs of this man in each of his outfits.

NOTE: Please ignore those weird spike things coming from his arms and legs. Idk why they're there, they just are. To make these I purchased Royal on PC despite owning it on PS4 and Switch already. So please, don't ask about where I got the models :(. I wish I could have done this for free, but woe is me. I'm aware of a Maruki model on Deviantart, but I didn't think it would work for what I needed in these posts.

His metaverse outfits

His default and summer outfits

Both indoor and outdoor winter outfits

Baby Maruki in college

[crippleprophet]

I literally have had a malar rash for over a week and my doctor blew me off bc I tested negative for my ana last year. Is there anything I can do to help with the burning sensation?

oh my god i’m so sorry, i know that pain is so fucking distressing + impairing and it’s absolutely neglectful of your doctor not to both run your rheum panel again & prescribe you a topical steroid for management in the meantime. jesus christ that’s so fucked, you don’t deserve this.

feel free to just skip this paragraph if this isn’t an option for you but if you’re able to access a different doctor i think it could be worth trying just for symptom management — when i was struggling to get in with a rheum i visited a dermatologist & while she unfortunately just recommended my future rheum put me on hydroxychloroquine without doing it herself, she at least gave me the steroid cream which helps so much with the pain. & that’s something a PCP who was actually interested in treating patients rather than gatekeeping care could prescribe even if they thought you have rosacea not lupus.

gonna divide this into type of strategy just so all my advice is clustered in the same post but some of this might not be relevant to you, feasible, affordable/accessible, etc. as always other folks feel free to add advice if you have any!

basically your goal is to minimize sun (especially UV rays) as much as possible, to your face especially but your whole body as needed.

immediate term:

stay indoors as much as possible + close the blinds/curtains

outdoors: sunscreen + hat + long sleeves/pants (loose/thin material in the heat)

if you drive, bike, or do another activity where your hands are exposed to sunlight, wearing gloves; UV blocking fabric is most effective but anything is better than nothing

for pain relief: i haven’t found anything that helped more than temporarily (other than the steroid cream obv) but an unscented lotion, aloe vera, or cream can help for a little bit. similarly damp soft cloths, baby wipes, or gel bead ice packs just kinda draped gently over your face.

longer term ways to limit sun exposure:

full curtains (possibly blackout curtains)

tinted car windows

UV-blocking fabric

this is really only feasible in my situation because i’m in a car with someone supportive but should i become able to leave the house again my plan is literally just to have a blanket over my head lmao

i hope some of this is helpful & that you’re able to get some relief as soon as possible 💓💓 you deserve comprehensive testing & care + access to the treatment options you want