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Zoro Fluff // Angst Compilation 

Summary: A compilation of Zoro angst and fluff from my multi character posts (You're Wounded, Brushing Your Teeth Together, Flowers, Type of Date, You See His Cabin, Fighting and Making Up, Paradise, Nightmares, I Love You, You're Jealous).

Genre: Fluff // Angst

CW: None // SFW

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You’re Wounded: 

Lectures you on your fighting form, tears into you for taking any unnecessary risks, gets on your case about not seeking medical attention fast enough. Tells you to get some rest, sits at your bed side until you’re better, claims he’s not there for you and is just resting his own eyes. 

Brushing Your Teeth Together: 

Reaches for whichever toothbrush is closest. If it’s his, it’s his, and if it’s yours, it’s also his. He’ll also talk to you while he’s brushing his teeth and get annoyed when you can’t understand the muffled words. 

Flowers: 

He won’t really think to buy you flowers until one day you mention that camellias are pretty. He takes that to mean you like camellias, specifically, and not that you’d like to receive flowers in general, so he always buys you camellias, and you think it’s so sweet that you never correct him. He’s not actually a proponent of apology flowers because he thinks a ‘bribe’ cheapens it, but he will bring you flowers when he knows you’re having a hard day. He might also buy you a small bamboo plant that you two end up treating a bit like a pet, giving it a name and everything. 

Type of Date: 

He’ll take you to play laser tag, and don’t think for a second you’ll be playing on the same team. You’ll be on opposite teams, and he will not be going easy on you. Zoro doesn’t believe in letting people win. He’ll be briefing his team beforehand, drawing up a strategy because he is determined to win. If you beat him, he won’t propose, but he will decide he’ll be marrying you one day. Would also be content to go see an action movie. 

You See His Cabin For The First Time: 

Your first thought is, why does it smell so freaking good in here? You expected dirty laundry strewn around and the stench of sweat and maybe a hint of metal from those blades he was always sharpening. And sure, there is a hint of metal in the air, probably more from the many weights against the wall than his swords, but it also smells fresh, like laundry detergent. He has his own wanted posters on his wall- not just the current one, but the old ones, too, all of them lined up in order so you can see his increasing bounty. He also has a collection of unique booze bottles from all over the world, his equivalent of keeping a map with pins in the locations he’s visited. Oh, and there’s an anatomy coloring book and some markers that belong to Chopper that Zoro keeps in his room because sometimes when Chopper is having a bad day, he wants to chill with his dad big bro. 

Fighting and Making Up: 

Stubborn bastard. Refuses to admit that he’s wrong. You guys argue over lots of little things, usually directions, that don’t really require either of you two to apologize; there’s just some near-constant bickering in your relationship that is your love language. More seriously, you’ve fought because, for lack of a better term, Zoro doesn’t exactly have a bedside manner and can be overly blunt. You’ve also fought over the fact that so many women are clearly attracted to him and he’s completely oblivious. He’s not the type to flirt back, but it bothers you that he doesn’t notice because you feel like he doesn’t shut it down when he should (though he argues that by not noticing, he is, in a way, shutting it down). Not one to apologize with flowers because he feels that cheapens it, a bit like a bribe. He’ll just say sorry and that’s that. Sometimes you end up fighting again because he was ready to apologize but you weren’t ready to hear it and he thinks you’re being childish by giving him the silent treatment. 

Paradise 1: 

Waking up to fresh powder blanketing the ground and jumping out of bed, barely getting your boots and one of his coats on before you’re outside, romping through the snow. Falling into a snow bank with your arms out, giggling as you make a snow angel, grinning even wider when he surprises you by laying down beside you and doing the same, letting his inner child show through for a brief moment. 

Paradise 2: 

Tossing and turning in bed, waiting for the clock to strike midnight, sneaking out as soon as it does and meeting them at the spring just inland. Stripping out of your clothes and diving into the warm water with him, splashing each other and floating on your backs, losing track of time and hurrying back to the ship when the moon dips below the horizon. 

Nightmares: 

It was an accident, and he watched it happen. If he’d been just a little stronger, a little faster, a little better, it never would have happened. It was an accident, but it was his fault. He stared down at your lifeless shape covered by a funeral shroud, grinding his teeth in rage at the sight of all those flowers left by mourners. You would have loved to have seen those flowers, to have picked them up, buried your face in them, and inhaled deeply. You would have loved the weather that day, too, bright and sunny, as though the universe was taunting him. When he wakes up, he’s in physical pain from the amount of tension in his muscles. 

I Love You: 

To your surprise, it was Zoro who said it first. Though Zoro seems the type to bottle up his emotions, he’s actually not, he just doesn’t seem emotional because he’s really good at dealing with his shit. And he knows all too well how temporary arrangements can be, how quickly life can be snuffed out, how easily the people he loves and cares about can be taken away from him. So one late night when he’s alone in the shower, washing his hair (using Nami's expensive shampoo and conditioner because she left it in the shower and Zoro just uses whatever's within his reach) and thinking about you, he realizes how he feels, and he doesn’t even consider not telling you. He climbs into bed afterward in just his boxer briefs, his hair still damp and smelling extra good, shakes you awake, kisses you a few times, and mutters that he loves you in your ear before passing out, not even waiting for you to say it back. He doesn’t say it often after that because he doesn’t thinks actions matter more than words, but he always says it when one of you is injured or after an argument. 

You’re Jealous: 

He didn’t mention Perona was also at Mihawk’s castle for those two years until a few months after the crew gets together. He tells a story that features her, and you realize there was a woman keeping him company. Your heart drops into your stomach. Zoro insists he didn’t mention her because he didn’t think she was relevant; the only thing Perona did those two years was annoy him. He’s actually the one who won’t let it go, not you (even though you are pretty jealous). Whereas you’d prefer not to talk about it, Zoro is wracked with guilt because he’d never considered the whole thing in a relationship context. Him fretting constantly over it actually heals your jealousy because you realize you’ve never seen him panic over the prospect of hurting anyone else’s feelings.

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[foldingfittedsheets]

(Bed Question I guess) My sheets are dying. The fitted sheet always pops off the edge of the bed (yes I’m sure they are the right size and in the correct direction), and as it gets older it has gotten kind of scratchy regardless of when it was last washed. The comforter has two big holes and a few smaller ones opening up; it has an inner casing that holds stuffing, so no leakage yet. I never used my top sheet anyway, so that’s in mint condition at least.

I can struggle with getting rid of stuff when I should, but I really think it might be time. Any recommendations?

I need to be clear. I am. A sheet snob. I can handle the idea that less expensive sheets exist but the brand I fell head over heels for is a pricier one.

So my absolute favorite sheets that I utterly adore are DreamFit. They have straps under each corner to hold the sheets on snug, deep pockets with strong elastic to go on basically any bed without a lot of excess material scrunching up on the surface.

My sheets are eight years old and look amazing. There’s a tiny hole in my bamboo ones where Korben attacked it but it’s never widened or run because the weave is just that good. I. Love. These sheets.

I’ve got the microfiber (I don’t love these but they’re an okay stand in for flannel), pima cotton (still amazing but not as silky as-), Egyptian cotton (truly my fav), bamboo (second fav, really all around great), and tencel (sooooo soft).

They even have a quilted top sheet for the tencel ones that is the perfect weight for a summer blanket. It’s only negative is the quilting lifted from the under sheet after a few years and so is harder to clean and manage but still in great shape otherwise.

I have no strong feelings or recommendations about comforters, mine is a million years old, but these are my favorite sheets.

[aviiarie]

hii!! can you write kagaya and tanjiro’s reactions to a vampire demon slayer? with like, the full suite of powers (charming, turning into a bat, ability to see in the dark, sharp teeth). maybe they’re around tanjiro’s age and joined when he did?

BLOOD MOON — platonic tanjiro, kagaya & reader !

synopsis. how do they react to a vampire demon slayer? warnings. mentions of blood. notes. platonic. teen!reader. gn!reader. they/them used. fluff. headcanons. 1.7k words. this was pretty fun to write, thanks for the request anon! i hope this was alright :')

—TANJIRO

tanjiro would be lying if he didn't think there was something off about them. they were one of the few that had passed final selection at the same time as him, so he met them on the seventh day, just as the ubuyashiki children began to explain the demon slayer rankings. they were standing next to him, shifting their weight from foot to foot.

at first glance, they looked like the average demon slayer, with a sword in their hand and a weary but eager expression. but there was something strange about their scent; they smelled very distinctly of blood. he'd felt a little confused, but brushed it off quickly. they all smelt like blood, they had been fighting demons for a week, after all.

it was only after they were done with the orientation that tanjiro got the chance to greet them properly. he introduced himself with a warm smile, asking for their name. and when they opened their mouth to speak, he noticed a flash of white; two sharp canine teeth, resembling fangs.

after that, the details just started adding up. the smell of blood lingered long after they'd cleaned up from the battle, they shied away from standing in direct sunlight for too long, their night-vision was perfect, and of course, the sharpened fangs...

he was confused at first, but didn't voice it. who was he to call them out for their oddities, when he could quite literally smell their good nature? all of them were a little strange in their own way, it wasn't his place to question them on it.

it hit him one day when he was sitting by their campfire, watching the rest of the group sleep. inosuke was sprawled out across the dirt, zenitsu was curled up in ball, using his haori as a blanket, and nezuko was laying by his side. her bamboo muzzle had slipped away from her face as she left, exposing her fangs peeking through her half-open mouth. they were sharp little things, sticking out among the rest of her teeth. absently, he thought the sight of them reminded him of someone; they were almost identical to—

he suddenly jolted, like he'd been shocked. it was so obvious, how could he not have thought of it before? they were a demon.

they didn't need to be worried though, tanjiro understood! he carried his demon sister around in a box, he wasn't in any place to judge.

but he knew they might be hesitant to reveal it to the rest of the corps. that was alright! he would hold his tongue, until they were ready to tell him themself.

(it did bother him slightly, their peculiar traits compared to most demons. they were clearly averse to the sun, but didn't seem to be harmed from it the way nezuko did; he'd seen them run to find shade from the sunlight, but their skin didn't disintegrate into ash, only turning red and blistery. strange. he would have to ask about that sometime.)

when he does finally confront them, it's after a shared mission. the two had finished defeating one of a pair of demons, hurriedly making their way to meet up with shinobu, who had accompanied them.

he's a little nervous to bring it up, but he steels himself and blurts the question out.

“[name], are you a demon?”

they stopped in their tracks, almost stumbling over a root and falling to the floor. the look they fixed him was an odd blend of confusion, horror and amusement at the same time. “what was that?”

“are you a demon?”

“of course i’m not.” they laughed weakly. “what makes you think that?”

“well… the constant smell of blood was one clue. the fact that you dislike sunlight is another. you can see perfectly in the dark, you have sharp teeth… i figured it out a while ago, i just was waiting to ask you about it.” he paused. “it’s okay, you know? i’m not going to judge you.”

“i’m not a demon!” they protested.

“you don’t have to be self-conscious! nezuko’s a demon too!” tanjiro reached over his shoulder to cheerfully knock on the top of the wooden box, earning him a muffled noise that sounded somewhere between a growl and a cheer.

“i’m not though, i’m…” there was a hint of hesitation in their voice, a trace of reluctance. they seemed to push past it, long enough to blurt out, “i’m a vampire.”

the words took a while to register in his mind. “a… vampire?”

they fidgeted with the edge of their uniform, their eyes cast to the ground. “yes.”

“like… the blood-sucking kind? the… turning into a bat kind?”

“yes.” they pause. “that kind.”

“huh.” tanjiro thought about it for a few moments, turning over the word in his mind. “vampire. that’s not so different to a demon, is it?”

“a vampire, you say?” a soft voice cut smoothly into their conversation. the two teenagers jumped, turning to see the insect hashira herself smiling at them. she was staring at [name] rather intensely, like they were a bug under a microscope, waiting to be studied. “well, isn’t that interesting.”

—KAGAYA

it wasn't a secret much longer. after the news of their vampiric state was spilled, there was another meeting called at the ubuyashiki estate. this time, instead of nezuko, it was them on trial, as the master and the hashira decided what to do with them.

some argued that a vampire was no different than a demon, and they should be treated as such. others argued that they had spent long enough in the corps to prove themselves worthy of the title of demon slayer.

nezuko's successful trial seemed to work in their favour, as tanjiro fought on their behalf, arguing that if she could suppress her urge to eat humans, then surely they could too? the months of experience working in the corps, and the other slayers that vouched for them managed to sway kagaya into looking past their supposed 'threat' to the corps, and rewelcoming them as a demon slayer.

there were a few rules set into place, though.

for starters, they were under the same oath as nezuko; if they were to attack a human, they would be treated as any common demon and slain without a thought. there would be no second trial, no second chance.

secondly, they were only allowed to drink the blood of humans when it was given freely, relying on either donations or animal blood to satiate their hunger. that wasn't unreasonable, it was how they had been surviving thus far anyway. (tanjiro even introduced them to a friend of his, tamayo, who offered to help them with obtaining ethically-sourced blood.)

but the final condition was a strange one: they were to meet with kagaya himself once every month.

the request made them pause. what reason would he have to want them to visit him so frequently? upon being questioned, he assured them it was to just make sure they were doing alright and settling in okay, especially with their... condition.

when they visited him for the first time, he invited them to come have tea with him. the visit was quiet, punctuated by the occasional idle chatter, but strangely peaceful.

in between commenting about their last mission, kagaya started to carefully question them about their vampirism. how long they'd been one, how they had turned, where they were getting blood... there wasn't any accusation or sharpness to his words, only gentle curiosity.

he seemed especially intrigued by the abilities that they gained from it. charming was an interesting one, the ability to compel a person to do whatever they wanted. they confessed that they weren't as skilled in that regard, but he was impressed nonetheless.

their ability to transform into a bat caught his attention most of all. it was a useful skill, and would help them as a demon slayer if they were able to master it.

overall his reaction to them was... slightly underwhelming? i mean... he does live in a world of demons, having a vampire isn't much of stretch, but he's strangely calm about it all, save for the open curiosity he expresses towards their state.

it doesn't matter to him. he can see that their intentions for joining the demon slayer corps were sound, and there was no need to draw the situation out more than it needed to be. they were no different than any of his other children, and that was that.

“you’re early today.” kagaya smiled as they approached, bowing respectfully to him. “shall we walk?”

he waited for them to rise to their feet, falling into step beside him. together they strolled quietly through the garden that surrounded the mansion, the evening breeze gently brushing across their faces. dusk had already fallen, and the last stretches of day had begun to bleed from the horizon, leaving a bright full moon behind.

“i trust you have been well?” kagaya hummed.

“i have.”

“and your… particular needs are being met?”

they nodded sharply. “i’ve been receiving blood from tamayo, enough to last me a while.”

“that is good to hear.” kagaya smiled at them, all warmth and soft edges. “i’ll have to admit, i was rather concerned when i was first informed of your dietary requirements, but you seem to be plenty capable of taking care of them on your own without needing help.”

it was nerve-wrecking, when they were told they were to be put on trial for concealing their vampirism from the demon slayer corps. they were a touch too close to being a demon than any of the slayers were comfortable with, but kagaya seemed unfazed.

nothing about their state seemed to faze him; not the sharp teeth, not the bloodlust. he only seemed… curious. it was almost refreshing to have someone so interested in their condition, without a trace of fear or ill intention. most would treat them as a monster, no different than a wild beast, but kagaya was different.

it was relieving, and just slightly unnerving.

“you seem troubled.” kagaya noted. “is something on your mind?”

before they could answer him, he was giving them that warm smile again, and placing a gentle hand on their shoulder to guide them back towards the mansion.

“come, let’s go inside. i will have some tea prepared for us, and then we’ll have a proper talk. how does that sound?”

© aviiarie 2024. do not copy, repost, translate or use my work to train ai.

[braxlrose]

tokio hotel hc with a gn! reader who has insomnia.

like seperate.

Ik people usually think insomnia is just not being able to sleep but it's so much more than that so I hope I did it justice!

th w/ reader who has insomnia

bill

-bill loves his sleep, so he tries everything to help you sleep too

-he tries to help you get on a good sleep schedule, even if it means missing parties w/ the rest of tokio hotel. he'll get you all wrapped up in a blanket and cuddle you, give you massages, make you tea, whatever he can do to help you

-hes super understanding if you're irritable throughout the day if you didn't get good sleep or any sleep at all. if he knows it's been a pretty bad night, he'll do whatever he can you relax you or try and help you take a nap in the morning

-at night, he'll run you a super soothing bath. Dimmed lights, candles, bubbles, hot water, salts, essential oils, whatever he can do to relax you. and if you even end up falling asleep in the bath he'll make sure to dry you off and tuck you in

-if your insomnia causes you to have depression, he's super sweet with you. I mean he's super sweet with you even if you're not depressed, but he tries to be extra sweet when you are. he's been through depressive episodes before so he can slightly understand where you're coming from and he'll do everything in his power to make you feel loved and safe

tom

-tom didn't really get it at first, he didn't understand why you couldn't just fall asleep until he did some research

-he felt like a total asshole after he realized what you were going through and he tried to figure out things to help you

-he got you one of those weighted/gravity blankets, a night light, he picked you up some melatonin too (even if it only helped you a little bit)

-he tries to make the day as comfortable for you as possible and just wants you to feel better

-he goes to the store to get you uncaffeinated tea for you to drink before you go to bed and got you a super comfortable neck pillow

-like with Bill, if you have depression because of it, he will try and make you feel better. Even if it's just laying with bed with him, no talking, no nothing. Just relaxing together.

georg

-he let's you braid his hair at night when you are super bored.

-if you're overly emotional because of your lack of sleep, he'll hold you in his arms for hours, letting you cry and let out all of your feelings. he wants you to feel okay and whatever he can do to make that happen, he'll do it. even if it means letting you lay in his arms and cry to sleep

-he gets out tons of stuff to give you a massage. He bought lotion and oils and some videos on how to give really good massages. he puts on some calming music and dims the lights so you can relax

-hes super understanding when it comes to your emotions, especially throughout the day so he will keep you away from anybody who will ruin your calmness

-his bed usually only consists of two or three pillows, so when he started dating you he bought tons of super soft new pillows. Like those fluffy big bamboo ones, and like Tom he got you a weighted blanket and stuffed animals too

gustav

-if you're in the band and you have to do interviews, he'll wrap his arm around you or hold your hand and help with any questions you need him too if you're too tired to answer

-he tries to cook your favorite foods when you're feeling down and feeds it to you if you don't even want to move

-he goes to stores and buys you cumin seeds because he read somewhere they help induce sleep. he also makes you chamomile tea to sooth you.

-he will talk with you for hours even if he is tired, he doesn't want to leave you to be awake all on your own

-if you fall asleep but then wake up in the middle of the night he'll make you some warm milk to help you relax

-he tells you bedtimes stories at night, or will just make some up when you are in a depressive episode. he will have tyou lay in his lap for however long you want

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[pandoramyst]

dilf!jake taking care of his children (reader age gap)

dating jake came with the additional weight of parenting, something you weren’t familiar with. you had no trouble getting along with the baby of the family as you had met Tuk when she was just a newborn. all of jake’s children were conceived using his DNA and a formula provided by the RDA as jake swore he was too busy to find a mate.

he took Kiri under his wing a few months after lo’ak was born making their connection practically telepathic. spider came into the family just a few years later, completing their family. you and jake met when his oldest was still quite young so you were the first mother figure they had. they welcomed you as much as you welcomed them.

it didn’t take long for them to start calling you mom and although it seemed foreign at first considering how young you were yourself, you warmed up to it very quickly.

going from whining to you about the outfits you put them in or waking up to their intoxicating giggles, you enjoyed every moment of motherhood. especially those moments when they sought comfort in your embrace. it ensured you even more that they really did see you as a mother.

but the best part about raising children with jake was watching him grow as a father. watching him teach his boys how to fight but immediately holding them back when he senses any danger, afraid to lose them. or when he clenches his jaw when young boys approach his daughter and you have to hold him back and remind him that they are just kids.

your favorite view is from afar. watching him be vulnerable around his children when he doesn’t have to force a harsh visage. 

“Me next daddy!!” kiri exclaimed as jake finished marking lo’ak’s height on the bamboo trunk.

“Okay okay, line up behind neteyam,” the oldest stood in front of the tree, back against the rough bark. jake’s knife touched neteyam’s head as he forced the blade into the wood.

“how tall is he, dad, how tall is he?” lo’ak pulled on his father’s loincloth and the older man smiled at his eagerness.

“He’s that tall,” he pulled the knife from the tree, staring at the previous marks he had made. the children cheered but jake only pulled up the corners of his lips slightly, to conceal how emotional he got. he couldn’t cry in front of his kids, he wouldn’t let himself do that. 

“here, spider wanna try?” jake handed him the knife and patted his head.

“Yeah!!!” he stood in front of the tree, waiting for kiri to take her position against it. jake walked up the wooden stairs to the small patio he had made for you. he used the wood from the trees to create a small wooden platform that hung from the tree branches.

you were holding tuk in your arms who you had wrapped in a soft blanket, and who was sleeping soundly while you rocked her. jake appeared in front of you, leaning down to peck your lips. 

“you okay?”

“of course I am,” he sat next to you, placing his hand on your baby bump. he leaned over to look at his daughter, ignoring the obvious.

you placed your hand on his cheek, caressing it as he leaned closer into your warmth.

“I saw you,” he closed his eyes as he sensed you knew what was going through his head. he let a few tears fall onto your hand, quickly wiping the new ones away. 

“when did they grow so much? I mean, did I miss it or something?” your thumb wiped away his tears, and you leaned to kiss his forehead.

“time flies by fast, but they are still here jake. they won’t go anywhere,”

he nodded, picking his head back up and wiping the wetness off his face. he looked down at you affectionately.

“neteyam asked me if he could come hunting with me this morning,” you smiled at your son’s ambition and bravery, looking at him from afar.

“Jake,” you paused looking into his sore eyes. “let him explore, I know you want to protect them but teaching him things will keep him safer. you can’t always be with him, you know?” you twirled one of his dreads, wrapping it around your finger. his focus fell toward your baby bump,

“well at least I can still protect you,” the baby in your belly kicked the surface as if she could hear her father’s voice. the man giggled and pressed a kiss to your skin.

“technically I'm the one protecting her but okay,” you rolled your eyes prompting jake’s eyes to shrink as he to let out a loud laugh.

he bit his bottom lip, dragging it through his teeth as he looked down at your lips, “and who protects you huh?” you winked at him and leaned in to give him a kiss. 

[citrusbuds]

There is just something so appealing to me about the countryside.

i know theres the glamorized/aesthecitized oversimplified cottagecore fantasy during the pandemic, and the way big companies used it to sell products. these young beautiful women walking through fields with picnic blankets and jars of homemade preserves. an incredibly foreign idea of fields and mountains that i'll never truly see. though my country's landscapes may never match those photos, i still yearn for; and not for it's aesthetics.

leaving the city for a simple town, escaping the smoke, the people. the constant reminder of poverty and corruption that looms above your head like the dark clouds that keep you weighted down to an office cubicle.

ever since i was young, ive longed for the summers i spent with my cousins running through overgrown grass, play swordfighting with large bamboo stalks we've shoddily put together. chasing each other til we reach the safety of the large tree we deemed our "base".

i know that with wanting a more "simple" life, i am coming from a place of privilege. that i've been raised in the country's biggest city. But i cannot help but fear its rotted me, my heart, my mind. that the longer i stay in the city, the smoke and the lights eat away at whats left of my body until i am dust, left to mic with the rest of the pollution.

tonight, as i travel back to the province, i will look up and see stars. i can photograph them and send them to my friend, a small sign i'm out.

[bevanne46]

Can You Make a Quilt Without Batting?

Quilts are usually sewn from multiple layers of fabric, each layer being stitched to the next in a sandwich effect, batting is one of these layers. Batting is a type of material used to provide stability, support, weight (depending on the type of batting you use) and warmth to your finished quilt.

There are several types of batting available: cotton, polyester, fleece, wool, silk, bamboo, foam and blended battings. Each one offers its own benefits and drawbacks. Learn more about each of these different battings in the link at the end of this post.

I have found polyester batting to be the least expensive but it can be puffier than cotton so many people don't like to use it because they want their quilts to lay flat. Cotton batting is the most popular but may shrink and fall apart over time. Fleece batting works great when using the Quilt-as-you-Go Method. Wool batting is expensive but very durable (check it's washability). Silk batting is softer than cotton and polyester (check it's washability). Bamboo is considered eco-friendly and biodegradable but isn't always cost effective. You can also use old blankets, flannel sheets or foam as batting. Some people like to cut their own batting from bolts. Others prefer to buy pre-cut batting (cut to the size quilt you are making. ie: baby, twin, queen, etc.) These precuts are often found in cotton, wool or bamboo.

Whatever method you choose, there are pros and cons to each option. So, Yes, you can make a quilt without batting.

On many occasions I have made quilts with a heavier weight top, ie. polyester fabrics instead of cotton fabrics (Memorial Quilts from clothing, or Military Quilts from uniforms). When making these quilts I will sometimes forgo the batting and use a thick fleece backing instead. The fleece gives the quilt it's warmth so the batting isn't necessary, however, if using fleece for a backing you will want to quilt your quilt (do your top fancy stitching) before adding the backing because the fleece may bunch when trying to quilt it. I also like using flannel for backing which is less thick than the fleece but still warm and soft.

I have also used a flat fleece batting for the Quilt-as-you-Go method then used a Flannel backing to make the quilt light weight but warm.

How Does Batting Work In Your Projects? When you sew two fabrics (a top and a bottom piece) together with batting, it creates a sandwich effect. The batting in the center of these two fabrics helps to hold the fabrics together (clinging effect) and helps to stabilize the whole quilt and the edges. This clinging effect helps to prevent the seams from being pulled and thus coming apart over time due to wear and tear.

The batting adds loft, softness, weight and warmth to your quilt. You can find batting in a variety of styles, sizes and thicknesses.

Is Batting Necessary in Quilting? No. Some people prefer not to use batting in their projects. They think that batting makes quilts too heavy and bulky. It all depends on what fabrics you are using for the quilt, what kind of look and what level of thickness you want to achieve in your quilt. If you’re looking for a lightweight quilt, then you probably won’t need batting. If you want your quilt to be thick and sturdy, then you’ll definitely need batting.

Washability Also keep in mind how you will be "Washing the quilt", when picking your batting. Check the washing instructions on your fabrics and your batting. If a fabric is Hand Wash Only, do you really want to put it in a quilt that will be used often? Hand wash fabrics are fine for Wall Quilts or Decor Quilts but not ideal for baby or kid's quilts where they may need to be washed more often.

Different Fabrics Shrink at a Different Rate A lot of quilters prefer to prewash all their fabrics before they measure and cut. Honestly, I don't prewash my cotton fabrics (unless it is red or hot pink, as those colors may run) but I always prewash my flannel before cutting because flannel shrinks at a different rate than regular cotton. After your quilt is complete, I Always Recommend: Machine Wash your quilt in Cold Water on Gentle Cycle Do Not Bleach, Tumble Dry on Low Heat or Hang to Dry

Cost You will find that some battings can be very costly. This is another reason I prefer to use polyester batting, it's less expensive than cotton or wool. However, if you need an even cheaper way and want batting in your quilt, pick up an old blanket from your local Thrift Store. It can be a polyester, fleece or wool blanket. Just be sure to wash it before putting it into your quilt.

Quilting your Quilt (Fancy Top Stitching) The thickness and puffiness of your quilt will determine when or if you can actually Quilt your quilt. Some battings and thicknesses of the sandwiched quilt can make quilting more difficult but not always impossible. If would plan to do Long-Arm Quilting on your quilt you will need it to be flatter so will want to use a small loft batting like cotton or bamboo. However, if you are like me and don't have a Long-Arm machine or can't afford to pay for this I do my own quilting. The Top Quilting doesn't always have to be a Fancy-All-Over Stitch. I will often just do a Straight-Line Fancy Stitch (zig zag or such) following my seams.

And, I have found an alternative to the Quilting process when using thicker materials.

When making my quilt tops with fabrics other than regular quilting cotton (polyester, jean, silks, nylons, etc.) or when using a fleece backing, I have found it's best to do my quilting before I add my backing. Fleece will often bunch when trying to do fancy stitch work on it because it slides more. This is how I do this:

The sandwich process (like mentioned above) is done by putting your top piece together then adding a layer of batting and a backing. My method: 1st layer is my top quilt piece, 2nd layer is my batting, 3rd layer is a plain cotton sheet (100% cotton often purchased from a Thrift Store). I then do my fancy quilt work on my top. Once this is complete, I add the backing. Then all I need to do is sew a few strategic lines (often just stitch-in-the-ditch lines) to hold the backing to the top sandwich piece.

Alternative to Quilting You don't have to do a Fancy Top Stitch to your quilt. Many people prefer to Hand-Tie their quilts instead. Hand-Tying is the process of using a large darning needle, yarn or embroidery thread and sewing in a few strategical places through your layers then tying these threads leaving a tuff like piece on top.

An Alternative to Batting Do you have a favorite duvet, maybe a Down filled duvet you love but want a quilt top? You can create a beautiful quilt without batting and add an open end backing to create a quilted duvet cover! Just be sure when doing your measurements you add extra space for the button or zipper closure at the bottom of the cover.

Tips For Making a Quilt *Measure twice before cutting then measure again just to be sure! *Use a needle size appropriate for the type of fabrics you are using. You may want to use a large eyed needle when sewing through multiple thick layers of fabrics. *Change your needle when starting a new project. A dull needle will cause lots of issues. *Use Fabric Chalk to mark your lines before cutting is using scissors. Although, I highly recommend using rulers, squares and a Rotary Blade when cutting for a more accurate cut. *When sewing multiple rows of blocks together, match up your inner corners not your outer edges. You can always trim excess off the edges if needed. *Use Pins to hold your fabric in place but remove as you come to each pin. Sewing over pins can break a needle. FYI: I prefer the 1 ½ - 2” pins, especially when pinning several layers together. *Sew slowly. Don’t rush yourself. Take your time and pay attention to detail. *Keep your quilts away from direct heat sources like radiators, fireplaces, and hot water pipes. These things can cause your quilt to shrink and the fabric will become brittle.

Best quilt batting, types of batting and how to choose batting for a project By: Author Olga Balasa https://www.ageberry.com/best-quilt-batting-types-how-to-choose-batting/?epik=dj0yJnU9RjhJZWU1YWVYRHBuUGtjN3c2UElIVkl5YnpER21wT0wmcD0wJm49cTRtcE5PVmJpaW9MUU90b2lUNGR2dyZ0PUFBQUFBR1pjempr

[arafergirl-artdump]

(eng/jpn/rus) Starter pack when you discovered you're autistic.

(Little disclaimer: This was made totally based on my own experience. Also, i mainly write about things related to autistic experience, but it's not exclusive to it. It possibly can help ADHD/ADDers, high sensitive people and everyone who have any relation to some autistic traits)

Hi there! If you are reading this, i can assume you recently discovered you're autistic. Well, it can explains a lot of what happened in your life, but sure you're thinking "what's next? Will it change something in my life?". For this i need to explain what is masking.

From Wikipedia: "In psychology and sociology, masking is the process in which an individual camouflages their natural personality or behavior to conform to social pressures, abuse, or harassment". So, basically, it means you're hiding some traits of you and your personality by (in neurodivergent case) mirroring others. It can start in very young age. I can assume you're older than 8, so you can consider as late-diagnosed, so you probably masked a lot. Later (or even now) you can notice that your behaviour changes: you notice how loud, bright, smelly, ect. things can be, you do more repetative movements (it's called stimming, it can be not only physical. Listening a lot of music can consider stimming too, for example), you maybe start to talking about things you like a lot, like, A LOT. It means you are unmasking, maybe some thing are not so noticable for you, that's fine, every autistic experience is individual. I mean, if you already notice those things, i can advise you some things that helped and still helping me.

Let's start with clothes. Sure you know this feeling when you're in some itchy clothes and it's so itchy you want it to pull off immediately. Well, now you know the reason why you felt it! But where you can buy clothes that will NOT give you this feeling? The only brand that never gave me this sensory hell is UNIQLO, plus their clothes are genderless. But if you can't buy their clothes or prefer other brands for reason, just make sure this piece is have a huge percent of cotton, lien, bamboo or any othere sensory safe fabrics.

So, what about other senses? Well, there's a poll in here that shows that most neurodivergent people are mostly sensitive to noises (of course it's not an offical research, it's just a Tumblr poll). You propably should get some noise-cancelling headphones. Also you can get construction headphones! I actually have ones, it's good for going outside, but isn't if you want to lay down because of how big they are. Well, i recommend get both and use them at the same time. Also you may have problems with lights, so get yourself a good glasses if your eyes will be tired. There's nothing i can recommend for smell and taste, well, you probably already have safe food even if you don't recognise it yet, so find foods that are safe for you.

And not so first need things! They can help you in the future, but some isn't nesecary if you don't have needs i have. So, in short:

weighted blanket - good for sleep or when you're feeling anxious. If you can, buy it, but you can make it by yourself.

fidget toys - good for stimming, but some of them are can be loud, so my ultimate recommendation is Tangle. But only you know what's good for you!

AAC app - good if you don't like use your voice much. Currently i use "Card talk" and it's good for communicating, but there's bugs with created cards' audios, it can become too fast or too slow. You can fix it by closing and opening the app again, but it can be a bit annoying.

I hope it can help you with living your autistic life comfortably! Reminder: it's based on my experience, so i'm sure there's somenthing that bother you less and bothers me a lot. Well, i said everything i wanted to, so have a great day!

(Damn, this post is long)

(PS: "Card Talk" is so buggy i need to make new audio for created cards. If you aren't multilingual as me, better find other apps)

(PPS: I just found one that is good for multilinguals, it's "Cboard"! So if you're talking in more than one language, this app is pretty good!)

[unityrain24]

yes i am voting on this myself bc i am too impatient to wait a week

[aquilathefighter]

Fluffbruary 24: Needle

Find all my @fluffbruary ficlets on AO3 here!

Fandom: The Sandman (2022)

Relationship: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling

To put it simply, getting used to mortal clothes was a pain for Dream. For all his life, his clothes were dreamstuff, as much a part of him as any other part of his manifestation. There was no difference between the fabric of his jacket and his skin. All one unified being.

Since his retirement, he no longer has the power to summon clothes with a thought. When he first moved in with Hob, he dragged him to department store after department store, trying on itchy denim and polyester that brought him to tears in the changing room.

At first Hob didn’t understand. Why was he so upset at clothes? Hob never had any problems; anything was better than the rough materials he wore once upon a time.

When they finally arrived home, Dream explained how painful all the different fabrics and textures were to his newly human skin.

“For so long, my clothing was part of me. I find most textures… unappealing to my skin. It brings me close to…” Dream trailed off, searching his memory for the appropriate word. “Close to a meltdown, I believe.”

“Ah, I understand now. It’s a sensory issue. Come to think of it, I’ve got a colleague who’s mentioned the same type of thing. Let me shoot her a text and see if she’s got any ideas, alright?”

Dream nodded his head minutely, then buried himself in the soft blanket on their bed. Underneath, he’s cloaked in Hob’s clothes, soft and worn from years of use. The t-shirt he’s borrowed is a gaudy yellow, the smiley face screen-print virtually gone. He tore the tag out after Hob told him it was his now. It’s too big for his frame, the sleeves hitting his elbows and the hem covering most of his thighs. He prefers not to wear trousers when he can. The material irritates the sensitive skin of his legs, and they feel too restrictive on his body. It would be nice to have his own clothes, though.

Hob came back into the room, holding two cups of tea. Dream poked an arm out of the blanket, grateful to accept the beverage. Hob sat on the edge of the bed next to him.

“Okay, she messaged me back a list of fabrics that are generally approved for folks with your same issues. I see two options: one, we go back to the shops and look at every single tag until we find the right material, or two, we head to the fabric store, and you pick out what you like. I’ll make you some clothes. I do know how to sew, did a stint as a tailor once.”

Dream stared at Hob, deciding. The store-bought clothing would perhaps mean less labor, but more time spent out in public with loud strangers, bad music over tinny speakers, and the relentless buzz of fluorescent lighting. On the other hand, he’d have more control over the homemade clothes, no itchy tags and clothing perfectly fit to his specifications. But he doesn’t like making Hob do so much work, the man is busy enough as it is.

“I should prefer the clothing you would make me, beloved. If it is not too much.”

Hob wrapped an arm around him, squeezing Dream to his shoulder. Dream dropped his head to rest against Hob’s comforting warmth.

“Of course it’s not too much, Dream. I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t want to do it.” He pressed a kiss to Dream’s hair. “I want to do these things for you because I love you. I want you to have clothes that don’t make you want to put your head through a wall. And you don’t owe me anything in return, remember that.”

Dream nodded, trying to make himself believe it as hard as it is.

☆ ☆ ☆ 

They returned from the fabric store with several bags’ worth of fabric. All of it black, per Dream’s preference. They spread the cuts on the floor, sorting jersey from fleece, bamboo from linen. Piled alongside the material are skeins of yarn, lovely thin-weighted cashmere that Hob will knit into comfortable cardigans and seamless socks.

Dream has chosen several patterns that were to his preferences. Looser fits and elastic waists so he didn’t need to deal with the discomfort of buttons and zippers pressing against bare skin.

“It is a comfort that I will have much control over the fit of these garments,” Dream said when they were done organizing their haul.

“Glad to hear it, dove. I’ll have you try stuff on a bunch before it’s done. Hope that isn’t too annoying,” Hob chuckled, used to the complaints of clients.

“How could I find such a labor of love an annoyance?”

Hob blushed. “Dream, you can’t just say stuff like that. How-how am I supposed to work in these conditions,” he laughed.

“I will assure you that I will provide many breaks,” Dream said as he scooted closer to Hob on the couch. Hob relented to his advances, planting a kiss on his lips.

“Insatiable creature. I do want to get started on this tonight, so back off, foul tempter!” He nudged Dream as he hopped off the couch. “Hmm, shall we begin with this pattern?” he asked, holding up the package for a simple v neck shirt. Dream hummed in approval.

“Hop up, I gotta measure you. And be good, mister.”

Dream stood, staying still and patient as Hob manipulated the measuring tape about his body. Hob scribbled it all down in a fresh notebook that was to live next to the sewing table, which Hob had eagerly set up earlier in the day.

“All done! Why don’t you order us some take away while I get started cutting out the pattern?”

☆ ☆ ☆ 

While Dream headed down to meet the delivery driver outside, Hob began to set up the sewing machine. A fresh needle, new black thread loaded in the bobbin, the room awash in bright light so he could see in front of him. Hob had missed sewing with the machine. He would sew by hand on occasion, mending tears and quickly patching tears in his jeans, but the purr of the sewing machine was a different animal entirely. He been so excited when the first machines came out, you could make a new garment exponentially faster than ever before! People took it for granted these days. Hob preferred a simpler machine with just a few stitch settings, but still had an electric motor. He’s a man of modernity, after all.

Dream returned with the bag of food, tantalizing smells wafting through the door. Hob lifted up the presser foot and pulled the garment away from the machine, snipping the tails of thread with his tiny scissors. He held it up for Dream’s inspection.

“What do you think so far? I’ve only done one side and I’ve done the seam allowance as tiny as I can go.”

“Your skillset holds no bounds, Hob.” He gave a tiny smile, the kind that’s only for Hob’s eyes.

“High praise,” Hob grinned. “Now, what’d you get me?” He wiggles his fingers as he moves toward the table.

☆ ☆ ☆ 

Dream has become used to the rattling of the needle, up and down and up and down, interspersed by Hob humming or scolding the garment for not behaving or yelping when his thumb catches the end of a pin. The background noise is soothing as he goes about his day, reading or preparing a snack for Hob or working on his own projects. He’d expected it to be grating, like most machinery. But the sewing machine is not a screeching brake or rumbling jackhammer. It is a friend, a kindred spirit, another family member in the little home he and Hob have built for themselves. He is not jealous when it takes Hob’s attention, because Hob loves him. He is certain of this. And as his wardrobe has grown, he has felt the love in every stitch, every dart in his jackets, the neatly trimmed seams that don’t irritate his skin. Hob enjoyed creating these for him with nothing expected in return. Hob was pleased when he stopped insisting on doing something for him after every finished garment was handed over. He believed relationships were always an exchange until Hob. Until his labors of love and the friendly hum of a Singer.

[gaviicreates]

FO: time flies by in the yellow and green...

...Stick around and you'll see what I mean

(there will also be more pictures under the cut)

Remember literally yesterday when I mentioned I was doing a stretchy bind-off purlwise, and I loved the fluidity of it? Well, obviously a bind off pretty much heralds the end of a project in sight so here we are. I was so eager for this one to be completed that I lightly washed the shawl and pinned it overnight so that, by today, I'd have my first finished, knitted shawl.

Pattern: Mara Shawl by Madelinetosh, available here through Ravelry

Yarn: Arcane Fibre Works, "Calm Waters" -80/20 Extra Fine Merino Nylon Super Wash Fingering Weight. (2 Skeins)

Tools: Clover Takumi Bamboo Circulars - US 5 3.75mm, Eucalan Lavender Wash for blocking

This shawl is a garter stitch shawl with yarn overs down the center and sides to both increase and add a bit of lacy interest. I had actually started on this before I finished the throw blanket, so these two pieces together were so critical for my knitting journey thus far, and I've learned so much already.

While the throw maintained the upward structure of its rows, this shawl gave me the experience of increasing along the center and sides, working outward as well as up. Once I figured out the yarn-over and the cadence from row to row, the location of the yarn-overs was easy to remember. Simple, but elegant on the piece. It did take me a few rows in to figure out that a stitch marker for the RS vs WS would probably be helpful, and from there it was smooth sailing.

Almost too smooth, because I just kept going. I don't remember the cord size I used, but eventually working the stitches scrunched up on the needles, and the work curled into itself. Once that started, I had a hard time imagining what it would look like finished. I had no idea what the shaping would look like once it was off the needles, so my plan was to hope I just figured out when would be a good time to stop. Low stakes winging it, if you will.

She's big. This is no shawlette you behold. The length surpasses my wingspan on both sides, and the drape down the back is lovely and full while the fabric itself is light and breathable between the stitches. I think because the needles were a bit bigger than recommended size for fingering weight, this resulted in some space between the stitches.

I'm dreaming of that first cool day of fall, and wrapping myself up with her covering my shoulders pinned with a nice brooch, or rolled into a scarf around my neck over denim. She's going to be a wonderful addition to my wardrobe, and I am ecstatic with the final length and look.

I mentioned above I used two skeins. Another learning curve for me - one I intentionally played with here - was the way the colors fell. I don't think it's a crochet thing specifically because I know opinions still vary, but coming from a craft that tends to create potentially less ordered fabrics with variegated yarns, I'm kind of open to color pooling at times. It's not for everyone, but I think there's a fun little magic in letting the colors land the way they want to in both crafts it seems.

I started with one skein, then switched to alternating after a while to learn that technique, then ended with one skein again as I finished out the project. I was nervous about this choice, especially as I started seeing entire blocks of yellow forming. But in the final garment, I don't feel like these larger streaks take away from the color combination. I'm loving that it's not uniform and there's a bit of fun and randomness to how the colors fall.

Towards the final rows, the pattern switched from garter to 1x1, then 2x2 ribbing, which I could see being a great opportunity to switch out to another color to complement. But I really wanted to have my yellow and green shawl, so I decided to keep working up with the same yarn. Plus I am kind of in love with seeing how different stitches create a new texture that gives the colors in a variegated yarn a bit of a different life to them.

Now - I do have one more skein of this colorway, as I had bought a just-in-case extra. I am thinking my big shawl needs a little something else to go with it - maybe a hat or some fingerless gloves, oooh! or some socks.

Now, I have... how many more months till I can wear this?

[dustdeepsea]

Five Character Associations - Octavia

tagged by @omgkalyppso

more about them in my fic tags

emotions

pride/embarassment

courage/self-righteousness

secretive/unperceptive

duty/fatalism

fear of being alone/fear of not being alone

colors

purple-red - the colour of their travel blanket scarf

blue-black - the colour of their hair

pale golden yellow - the colour of wheat fields

white - like a father to impress

black - like a mother's mourning dress

(if we ever make a mess / I'd do anything for you)

scents

cedar

silver leaf tea brewed in an iron kettle

tobacco and bamboo leaves

fresh hay

rice wine in an overflowing cup

(scent credit: the traveler and the moon by alkmeia perfumes)

objects

a shortsword paired with a dagger

a loaf of freshly baked bread

a pale muslin gown, folded up and put away

a crooked silver coin, slipped into a pocket

a silver spoon, bent into a ring

body language

a spray of blinding colour, a blur, a dancing blade

eating quickly, with both hands

arms crossed, shifting their weight from one foot to the other

rolling in the dirt with dogs and owlbears

sprawled out to sleep, snoring terrifically

aesthetics

standing waist deep in the water of a cold sea and a rocky shoreline; walking out slowly and disappearing under the waves

secrets traded beside the fire during night watch

watching you as you watch them bite into a fresh fruit, the juice running down their hands. holding your gaze as they lick it away and then offer you a bite from the same place.

your hand held in theirs, tentatively

winter turning into spring

bonus

At evening I make it down the mountain. Keeping company with the moon. Looking back I see the paths I’ve taken Blue now, blue beneath the skyline. You greet me, show the hidden track, Where children pull back hawthorn curtains, Reveal green bamboo, the secret path, Vines that touch the traveler's clothes. I love finding space to rest, Clear wine to enjoy with you. Wind in the pines till voices stop, Songs till the Ocean of Heaven pales. I get drunk and you are happy, Both of us pleased to forget the world. Li Bai (701–762 CE) translated by A. S. Kline

[vulcan-bourbon]

#writober 2023

day 14 - trembling

day 15 - for a bet

— I understand that we bet on thirty diamond blocks and my kiss, but Grian, it wasn’t worth it. - Scar groans, hugging Grian and pressing him to him on the floor of his base.

Grian's wings were soaking wet, as was his long-suffering red sweater. Reddened eyes, tired from tears, looked at the floor.

Xelqua dug his trembling fingers into his sweater, crossing his arms over his chest and as if trying to collect inside himself the residual drops of warmth that he was so afraid of losing.

Scar pushes away from his boyfriend and begins to pace around the room.

Grian loses such a pleasant feeling of warmth and falls to the floor in a fetal position.

A stupid argument that he could fly to the Sun during a thunderstorm ended rather disastrously. While approaching the clouds, Grian was struck by lightning, which set fire to his wings and the guy lost coordination, somehow miraculously escaping by falling into a lake nearby, which helped him save his own life.

Fear and shock hung so heavily in Xelqua's mind that he did not understand what was happening, and fortunately the base of one of his suitors was nearby, he did not remember how he ended up in it. Tremors run throughout his body, even the marrow in his bones seem to tremble finely, causing him to whimper due to the disgusting sensory overload and preventing him from calming down and grounding.

Scar pulls his boyfriend's sweater off, helps him change into warm, dry clothes, and carefully carries him to his bed.

Grian more or less comes to his senses when he feels the weight of the bamboo blanket, the aroma of spiced candles next to the bed and the purring of baby Jelly on his lap, who came to cheer him up.

- Mumbo will come soon, how to free yourself, we will help you dry your wings. - Scar exhales, sitting down next to him, placing a tray of hot drinks on the bed. — Grian, honey, you know it wasn’t worth it, right?

Grian raises his brown eyes to Scar and smiles faintly, feeling comfortable and safe.

- Depends on which side you look at...

[naussensei]

On Gojo’s Childhood

Snow blanketed the ground, soft and thick, muffling the world around him.

His footsteps barely made a sound as he walked through the silent grove, the hem of his white and blue kimono brushing against the untouched snow. It had been a year since he had last been here, but the cold still felt the same, the white nothingness of the place as immaculate as always, as if nothing had changed.

He crossed through a narrow path that wound its way between towering bamboo stalks, their dark green shades barely visible beneath the weight of fresh snow. The storm was heavy, but it did not stall him. His kimono remained dry, his eyes guided him along the way, even when they were closed.

The path opened up, and the mansion appeared before him. The house came into view slowly—dark and imposing against the grey sky, its traditional wooden structure rising from the earth like something that had always been here.

At the threshold of the gate, he stopped, the faintest breath of wind catching in his hair.

He huffed a laugh, but the wind carried it away.

It was funny. He was back to the place where he had grown up, and yet somehow it did not feel like going home at all.

It is only with time and distance that you can understand things. And right now, standing at the stone arch of the entrance, Satoru could finally see the place for what it was.

This was never a house, it was a fortress, and Satoru was the weapon holding it.

The tall iron gates opened to reveal a large garden, several guards lined up along the stone stairway that led inside the mansion. Satoru strode right in without announcing himself. He never had to. They were always waiting for him.

Servants greeted him– new or old ones, he couldn’t tell. They were never around long enough to memorize his faces, so he’d stopped trying. He walked past them without so much as a nod and headed into the garden.

It wasn’t as big as he once thought it was, he could see the limits of the area perfectly now with his six eyes. Compared to the school’s property, the space seemed much more reduced in perspective. He walked around the pond, and stopped by the arched bridge for a moment, taking in the scenery that had once been all he looked at for the longest while. He remembered spending his summers building fishing rods out of bamboo stalks, and casting from up there sat on the railing. The bridge seemed so much smaller now, barely reaching to his hip-height. He caught a glimpse of the old cypress tree he used to climb when he used to climb on, to hide from his mentors, and a faint smile spread on his lips as he confirmed it was still there.

At the farthest end of the pond rose a small, sandy area he knew well. It was where he used to catch frogs during the spring, to entertain himself between the endless lessons. He remembered this with less fondness, though. Being away from this place, from its memories– it made it suddenly all the more bothersome to be reminded of certain things like this. Things he had grown used to and learned to ignore.

He hadn’t thought about it in so long that he almost forgot her name. Almost…

Keep reading here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54512392/chapters/155413330

[bebbie-bilinski]

Hi! Do you have any adhd/asd stiles headcanons? They're always so fun to read!

ohmygosh hello!! boy do i have plenty of headcanons pertaining to autism ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

(apologies in advance this is going to be incredibly self indulgent as a lot of these are based on ways autism shows up for me. i'll put a little "*" next to those!)

Autisic Stiles Stilinski Headcanons

it was incredibly obvious that he was on the spectrum when he was growing up - he didnt always respond to his name when called, no eye contact with anyone aside from his mom and dad, had the same outfit in multiples because thats the only thing he felt comfortable wearing, stuff like that! since then he's expanded who he allows himself to make eye contact with like anyone from the pack but its pretty sporadic eye contact and not consistent

was in special education for a portion of elementary school until it was deemed he didnt quite need that anymore *

selective mutism - as a kid he rarely spoke more than a couple sentences throughout the span of a week and because of this he was taught ASL and still uses it when he experiences speech loss (the pack has taken it upon themselves to learn at least the basics to understand stiles when he switches over to that) also sidenote to any autistic people who may be reading this i highly recommend learning whatever version you have of sign language in your country its been such a positive change in my life its so worth learning!

hes a sensory seeker and sensory avoider but his most favorite textures are: rocks, sherpa, faux fur (only the soft and very short kind, water, bamboo fabric, sorta-wet dirt, door frames, beards (if any of the guys in the pack grow out their facial hair get ready for lots of pats from stiles), and the feeling of running his hands over his freshly-buzzed hair *

stims - his stims consist of popping his lips, shaking his head side to side, sucking in air, rolling his tongue, hand flapping, knee bouncing, swaying, spinning, humming, grunting, pacing, touching the textures he likes, having a particular song on repeat, pursing his lips, and laughing! the ones pertaining to age regression are: rattles, having a pacifier in his mouth, and the sound blocks make like getting tumbled over *

safe foods - he is an incredibly picky eater but has safe foods he either has had everyday for years now or some for special occasions: oatmeal, toast, curly fries, lemonade, grilled cheese, mac n cheese (are we seeing a theme here haha), ramen, any sort of veggie-meats, soup, any sort of snack that crunches like cheese itz goldfish veggie straws etc.

his bed - he likes his bed in a very particular way i'll even throw in a pic of the bed frame he has!

he lines all the edges with stuffed animals and/or pillows and does not like having his bed made neat, he likes to keep it looking like a nest and hes very serious about that Noah knows better than to make his bed if he's ever tidying up around the house! he only sleeps with a jersey comforter and a 25lb weighted blanket and does not like laying his head on his pillow but rather hugging it so most nights he sleeps flat against the mattress *

outings - any sort of long outings is going to require a bag of sorts and stiles will often forget to bring such bag, his dad always brings it and makes sure to tell anyone he might be with (like Derek, Lydia, Scott etx) to bring The Bag ™ it consists of: noise canceling headphones, a couple of fidget toys, at least one small stuffed animal, his backup anxiety medication, sunglasses, and a change of the most sensory friendly clothes *