#but also hot as balls even in the middle of winter

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hey i don't think rocks usually do that

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Engineer x Pyro preg fic!!!

The RED team's base was never that warm in winter. Especially the base located in Snowplow which was already cold enough, it didn't help that it was the dead of December and all the mercs had to find some alternative way to keep warm. For the team's resident Engineer that meant sitting in his little workshop, being kept heated by some overworked machine that he was using as a heater. He did take the time to tinker with a few little gadgets and gizmos, and figure out why his teleporters weren't working right. The Texan wasn't alone. There sat beside him in a rather comfy recliner chair was Pyro.

The masked mercenary also seemingly working on something, not as advanced as Del's own machines, but hard enough for them that they seemed to be struggling and starting over again a couple of times.

Engineer had let his concentration break a few times, allowing his eyes to wander in Pyro's direction to see what they were working on. Their hands still protected with those near two inch thick gloves, attempting to knit some sort of blanket. The Pyro wasn't particularly skilled it seemed, as they were constantly stopping half-way through every blanket to start a new one, all because of one mistake. Although after some time Engineer had once again decided to peer over to Pyro, viewing a far more completed, now scarf length piece of wool. It was a lot better compared to all the serviette sized blankets that Pyro had so carelessly tossed aside.

Red and yellow in colour and now long enough that it was draping over Pyro's belly, which had grown a large amount in size.

"For the baby, Pyro?"

"Mmr phe mmby!"

If Engineer was correct, Pyro's mumbles indicated that the blanket was indeed for the baby, the baby that had been growing in Pyro's belly for the past six months and even through the asbestos suit, was now becoming more prominent.

Pyro found some comfort in lazing back in Engineer's well heated workshop, and not being disturbed by the other mercs. Beside them was a small table hosting a basket full of yarn balls that Pyro was subjecting to below mediocre knitting, a plate of little sandwich looking cookies that Spy had baked out of boredom (Which he called Macarons) and a cup of hot cocoa in a giant Mann. Co mug, adorned with whipped cream and marshmallows.

Pyro couldn't be enjoying themselves more, although sitting by the fireplace in the Rec Room, needlessly burning whatever random things they could find would be better.

Pyro had stopped for a moment, the sudden change in activity once again garnering Engineer's attention. Gloved hands now gently running in circles around their swollen middle and a gentle mumble could be heard from behind the mask. One couldn't see the fire wielding merc's face from behind the gasmask, but Engie would tell when something was up with them.

Quickly, Engineer turned his chair in Pyro's direction, seeing them now place their hand underneath their rather bloated middle.

Suddenly Engineer felt Pyro's hands grab his own non-robotic arm and was being pulled in their direction and having his palm forced against Pyro's belly.

Another moment of silence as Pyro moved Engie's hand across the expanse of their stomach in hopes he could feel what they felt.

Engineer's eyes, hidden behind goggles, pierced upwards from Pyro's belly to their own shadowed eyes.

"Is it the baby? Is it kicking?"

"Mhmm!"

Pyro shook their head, still attempting to move Engineer's hand around, but not much could be felt on Engineer's part, seeing as Pyro was still wearing that thick, protective suit. And well something had to be said.

"Darlin', I can't feel a thing, you're gonna have to take the suit off."

Pyro didn't hesitate in the slightest, and although it was a major struggle for them to lift their overburdened body up from the chair, they still managed. Unzipping the suit from the back and removing all the belts and straps to reveal their heavily pregnant figure.

Pyro had always been chubby, but their now six month pregnant belly only stood to make them look rounder. They were wearing a lightly burnt up, pink coloured vest, which stood to hide Pyro's very scarred and burned body.

Once again they grabbed Engie's still intact arm and pressed it against their vast belly. A thick layer of fat covered their womb, but Engineer could just feel the tightness of their pregnant womb. The minor disturbance had again awoken the baby inside and kicks and movement could be felt again. The feeling of a little kick against Engie's hand had him almost in tears, a sudden rush of happiness and joy shooting through Engineer's brain, having him suddenly press his noggin against Pyro's belly and placing a gentle kiss near the naval.

"Sweetheart? Is this the first time you've felt the baby properly kick?"

Pyro just shook their head, and Engie could tell their were smiling behind the mask. There had been some worry about the pregnancy early on. With all the stress Pyro's body had gone through in their life and what it would continue to go through as a mercenary, Medic had classified it as a "high risk pregnancy", which worried Engie. Worrying that the baby wouldn't even live till birth, but here he could feel a rather lively baby kicking about.

Engie continued to rub and place kisses all over Pyro's belly, until he could hear some low groans and heavy breathing from Pyro, to which he shot up out of his own chair to help Pyro sit back down in theirs.

Despite always carrying around a tank of gas and a giant, homemade flamethrower, Pyro had found being knocked up to be extremely exhausting. Although they seemed fine once they were back down in the chair.

Engie's hand lay on Pyro's hip, massaging the bone and up by their lovehandles.

"Hold on, sugar. I'm gonna go get you something."

Engineer left Pyro to go search for the merc's sweater, which would be a far better option for them to wear instead of that heavy suit.

Pyro sat, half nude, only their tank top and underwear to cover their shame. Since they were already missing their suit they might as well take off their gloves to feel around their belly a little better. The baby had since found a comfy spot and went right back to snuggling up in Pyro's womb, so not much kicking or moving could be felt.

The hard hatted merc returned with Pyro's pajama bottoms and Company issued Mann. Co sweater. One being provided to all the mercs when being forced into such cold bases.

"Really gotta keep warm in this place, right Py?"

Pyro was happy to receive the clothes, letting Engie help put them on all while still sitting down.

"Mhhmm!"

Pyro muttered in agreement. Neither they nor Engineer were used to such cold conditions, but the sweater and pants seemed to be comforting to the little firebug.

Once Engineer was done dressing Pyro, he sat his body close to his partner, placing his hand once again atop their belly.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were ready to pop!"

A sigh escaped Pyro's mask. Didn't they know it? Six months in and having only one baby? And yet they were rather large. Scout had made some backhanded comment the other day about how Medic definitely had a baboon uterus put in Pyro, and that wasn't Del's baby but some dumb Baboon, which earned the youngest merc a slap in the face. Maybe it could be chocked up to Pyro's weight or all those vitamins and crazy experimental drugs given to the mercs. Needless to say Pyro was huge.

"I think you look cute all round like this!"

"Mhmrr mrst mrming mrt mpho mme mmece!"

If Engineer could translate correctly that was a "You're just saying that to be nice." but truthfully he meant it. Something about Pyro's rotund figure and how they had since developed a little waddle was extremely cute to him. Of course Pyro had not been on the battlefield since they discovered that they were pregnant, but Engie could only imagine them not being able to keep up with anyone, so it be best they stay here.

"No, I'm serious. Although I think everything about you is just adorable."

Maybe there was a little blushing behind the mask, but Pyro wouldn't tell.

Engineer now placing an ear against Pyro's belly and hearing a low rumble, indicating hunger, which didn't seem go be satisfied by the little sandwich cookies.

"How's about I go see if someone made dinner? You sound famished!"

No words escaped Pyro's mouth, but a nod of agreement was all Engie needed to go by.

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The first snow of the season comes on a Saturday night, where Steve planned a movie night sleepover with the kids (plus Eddie and Robin) and on Sunday morning there’s enough snow to let them all play and roll around it. It’s the first snowfall Eddie experiences with Steve as his boyfriend.

Steve lets them play outside in the condition that they all wear hats and mittens. Eddie makes sure Steve still joins them, even though he’s the last one out of the door, having to make sure to put out a pot of water to heat later and enough hot chocolate to feed the gremlins later when they get tired of the cold. His boyfriend always seems to be worried for everyone but himself, always forgetting that he could also enjoy himself.

Eddie enjoys the time with the kids, Robin and his boyfriend. He’s always loved the snow. Winter in Indiana doesn’t get really high, but yesterday’s downfall gives them just enough to play with. They teach El how to make snowmans, Steve even brings out some scarf and carrots for it. They make snow angels and they have snowball fights.

It’s cold. But Eddie has never felt happier, never felt lighter. It’s like summer sunlight contained in each of the kids smile, in each burst of giggle, in each joyful scream. Robin’s buried in snow like she’s buried in the beach in the middle of summer, as Max laughs beside her. The kids are being kids, and he feels his heart growing twice its size at the prospect of them getting the chance to finally heal.

He turns around, spinning his head from left to right, when he can’t find the red beanie with the matching red scarf Steve was wearing. There’s a cold shiver that prickles across his skin, it’s the anxiety from Spring and Summer.

Eddie takes a deep breath, it’s okay, Steve’s okay. He’s just here somewhere, he walks to the far end of the big Harrington backyard, to find his boyfriend laying on the snow, spread out as he stares at the sky.

He can’t help the sigh of relief he releases.

“Steve?” Eddie calls out, Steve doesn’t respond, but he raises his hand.

“Baby, are you okay?” Eddie walks closer to him, until he’s close enough to kneel beside him.

When he’s close enough, he sees the tears streaming down Steve’s cheeks, his brown eyes glimmering in such a beautiful manner, Eddie wonders if Steve is the closest thing he can get to heaven on earth.

“Are you okay?” Steve doesn’t answer, making Eddie worry even more.

“Sweetheart, you have to tell me if something is wrong. Did Dustin hit your head too hard with that snow ball? I told him to slow down. Do you want me to call for help? Are you getting a migraine? Is it too bright for you?”

Steve turns his head at him, finally looking Eddie in the eye. From the distance, he can hear El laughing so freely it heals something in him, something he didn’t even know was broken in his heart.

“Steve?” Eddie whispers, as more tears fill his boyfriend’s eyes.

“I—“ Steve sniffles, “I am happy, Eddie.”

Eddie softens, “Oh, baby.” Steve sits up slowly, letting his head fall on Eddie’s chest, as Eddie wraps his arms around him.

“I think— I thought— I’d never be genuinely happy again.” Steve looks up at him, eyes filling with fresh new tears, “And I am actually happy right now, Eds. I don’t want it to go away.”

Eddie clutches his closer to him, leaving a kiss on top of his red beanie, “I can’t promise you that we’ll always be happy. But I can promise you that we'll be okay, and as long as we're all together, that'll be enough. You believe me, sweetheart?”

Steve hums against his chest, “Yes.”

In the background, they can hear the Mike starting to scream for hot chocolate, Robin’s starting to freeze under the snow as Will and Lucas try their best to dig her our of it, El is still trying to make balls of snow fly and trying to make a gigantic snowman, as Dustin and Max try to see if the pool was hard enough to skate on.

They’re all happy, a little cold, noses red from spending way too long in the snow. And maybe later, they’ll all end up with snots in their noses, bundled together in thick blankets as they watch a Christmas movie, hot chocolates in hands.

For today, that’s good enough, because they're finally happy.

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Lights: Matt Murdock x reader

Christmas bingo day 4: lights

***

Of all the christmas decorations Y/N loved lights the most.

She was one of those people who are more than happy to retreive the light chains In the middle of November, put them around the house (both inside and outside), creating a magical atmosphere and enjoying long, cold autumn/winter evenings while sipping hot chocolate under the weighted blanket with multicolored mini bulbs everywhere.

Maybe it had something to do with her character, after all, there was a reason why Matt used to call her a firefly.

But-

There was one thing that casted a shadow on her little light affection.

Matt couldn’t see them.

So how was she supposed to enjoy it fully when the most important person in her life was stripped of the view of iluminated christmas tree and the multishaped christmas decorations set all over town? Obviously he never seemed to care, rather reconciled with the accident that happened so many years ago leaving him blind, but still - being unable to share the experience to the full extend was like a scar on heart.

It was yearly tradition, that every December Karen, Foggy, Matt and Y/N attended the NY light show to feel the christmas amosphere and be a part of something extraordinary that helped them get away from everyday’s trouble. Obviously, for many, it was also the perfect opportunity to spend time with long-unsee friends and family, cause the event surely attracted people from across the globe. And yet again – it made Y/N question the choice and coming out with multiple, improbable excuses to not go this particular year.

„Don’t be silly Y/N, it’s tradition!” Foggy grabbed his heart feigning heart attack upon hearing another faint argument coming from his friend. „You’re not sick, all your limbs are fully functional, the only part of you that seems to overwire is your brain if you think we’re letting you break the rules. You’re coming.”

Try to argue with a lawyer.

She should have known better.

***

It was amazing.

Every little detail was perfectly perfect, starting from the alley leading to the main showplace, that was festooned with lanters, through the path freshly cleared from snow ending on lit up ice sculptures.

Y/N could barely hide her excitement, squeezing Matt’s hands in her gloved one, turning around and spinning with eyes wide opened, taking in all the attractions of this winder wonderland out of space and time.  Trying her best to ignore amused gazes coming from Karen and Foggy, who, year after year called her a flurried kid.

Matt just kept quiet shaking head a little with his tiny sinature smile that showed his affection to the ball of positive energy that Y/N was.

„Hey Mattie, wait a moment” she grabbed his hand a little tighter making him stop letting Karen and Foggy walk by

„What is it sunshine?” he turned his head towards her, not stopping smiling. Even though he could not possibly see the concerned and a little awkward expression on her face he somehow sensed the change in her attitude and the grin slowly gave way to confused frown „hey, are you all right?” his hand found a way to her cheek rubbing it gently „thought you were enjoying being here?”

„I am! I am, it’s just – „ she insinctively leaned into his touch enjoying the warmth. „we don’t actually have to attend the show if-?”

She didn;t get to finish as Matt dragged her away from the main path, cleatly wanting some privacy to have a word. Once they dived between the trees and no one could hear them he turned to face her again.

„Talk to me. Why the sudden change of mood, Y/N? You love this show. You love the lights and all those backlit reindeer figurines. I already bought you one as a christmas gift. So what is it?”

„I wish I could share the view with you…” she whispered looking at the ground and kicking some snow awkwardly.

„You could descibe it to me…” he smiled, grabbing her shoulders and holding to him.

„I’m not a poet or a writer, I don’t think I can find the right words to do so…..”

„Ok then, I need you to do me a favor, all right?”

„Sure…” she whispered, her voice stuttering a little from everything she was feeling at the moment.

„I need you to take a look around, ok? Nothing more, just take a look around, no words needed. Can you do that?”

„I guess….?”

And once she started taking in all the surroundings, getting lost in them she didn’t notice the wide grin forming on Matt’s face. Not until he grabbed her from behind making her jump a little.

„I love you.” He muttered into her hair kissing her temple.

„I love you too, but what-?” Y/n spun around so that they were facing each other, Matt’s hold on her not faltering in the slightest.

„I can hear your heart beating faster Y/N. I can feel your skin getting warmer. I can almost sense your happiness coming from every pore in your skin, so how can I possibly be upset just because I can’t see the lights? You’re my light Y/N. You’re my light in the darkness….”

„Matt, I -”

„hush, little one. Don’t speak.” He leaned his forehead on hers, brushing her upper lip with his thumb  bringing a shy, loving smile on her face „There it is. The best part of being here with you… Just let me enjoy this…”

„You’re a hopeless romantic, you know that?” she whispered through her emotion-clenched throat

„Mhm… And I know you let Karen and Foggy get Ahead of us for a reason, sweetheart. I think you’ll be missing this year’s show after all, cause I’m keeping you here all to myself. Under those buzzing christmas lights.”

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Hello, can you make a headcanons of sleeping with the guys please ? Take in advance

MC sleeping with the boys :

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well! ^^

Here is the headcanon you requested, I hope you enjoy it. ^^

Take care of yourself and Have a nice day! ^^

Vladimir :

Even when he's on his own, Vladimir doesn't take up much space in bed, usually sleeping curled up in a ball on the same side of the bed. It has to be said that he rarely slept alone when he was a child, firstly because he slept a lot with his parents and secondly because once he became a big brother, it was his little sisters and brothers who came to sleep in his bed after a nightmare.

When he starts sleeping with you, he always snuggles up like this at first. This leaves you plenty of room in the bed. But little by little, he'll come and snuggle up to you more and more. At first, it's mainly his back that he presses up against your back or chest. Then finally, he'll turn over and nestle his face in your neck to sleep. He feels very secure in this position, even more so if you close your arms around him.

He doesn't move much in his sleep and he won't fight you for the blanket. The only thing he really wants is to be in contact with you. If he can't sleep in your arms, he'd at least like to be able to hold your hand while he sleeps.

He's a very light sleeper, so he'll notice immediately if you wake up during the day. He tries to reassure you if you wake up from a nightmare. This is one of the rare times when he'll give you a hug so you can go back to sleep. He kisses your forehead and strokes your back until you fall back asleep. He'll also talk to you a lot and offer to make you a cup of tea or hot chocolate. If you feel like it, he'll listen to you talk about your nightmare, but he won't force you to do so. They can also read to you until you fall back asleep. In any case, he won't leave your side for the rest of the day.

He has a lot of nightmares. He's assured you he doesn't have that many, but it's rare for you to go a week without him waking up several times with a start. He tries not to wake you up most of the time, so you may find it hard to notice at first. But you'll eventually feel it because you often sleep very close together. When he wakes up from a nightmare, he really wants to be reassured by you, even if he doesn't clearly ask for it. He loves it when you kiss his hair and forehead. He's unlikely to talk to you about what woke him up, but he'll be happy for you to whisper reassuring words to him until he goes back to sleep.

Beliath :

When he sleeps alone, he really takes up all the space in the bed. He sleeps a bit like a starfish. That's because he's always been almost an only child. When he had a nightmare as a child and went to see his sister to sleep with her, Léandra often ended up sleeping on a tiny corner of the bed while he took up all the rest of the space.

When he starts to sleep with you, he's a little more careful not to take up all the space in the bed, as he doesn't want to make you fall out unintentionally. He usually prefers to hold you when he sleeps, but he doesn't mind if you hold him too. He also likes to fall asleep with his head on you or listening to you talk about what you did during the night.

He's often cold when he sleeps, so he instinctively looks for the nearest source of warmth. So he'll end up sticking his frozen feet up against yours to try and keep warm. If you buy him a hot water bottle, he'll end up sleeping with the bottle on one side and you on the other, or with the bottle in the middle if you're cold too. In winter, he also sleeps with a big duvet that he holds tightly against him, and most of the time during this period you can barely see his hair sticking out of the sheets because he's so bundled up.

He's the heaviest sleeper in the manor, so he doesn't wake up immediately if you have a nightmare, but he doesn't mind at all if you wake him up during the day because of it. He will immediately reassure you by taking you in his arms and kissing your face gently. He won't go back to sleep until he's sure you're all right and no longer scared.

Beliath hardly ever has nightmares. But, that was before his mother tried to murder him. Since then, he's had them a bit more often. He tries not to wake you up so as not to worry you, but sometimes he does when he's feeling really bad. Most often in these cases, he'll rest his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat or hear you breathe. You can stroke his hair to help him calm down quickly.

Ivan :

When he sleeps alone, he also takes up a lot of space and moves around a lot. He always finds himself in strange positions when he wakes up at night, and if his mattress is on the floor, it's because he never stops falling out of bed during the day.

He finds it very hard to break this habit when he sleeps with you. Either you end up sleeping on a tiny bit of bed, or he takes the whole blanket from you. He wants you to wake him up though if he does this. He's not doing it on purpose and he doesn't want you to have a bad night because of him.

Whether you hug him or he hugs you, it's all the same to him. He likes both and will adapt to what you want. He sleeps with a cuddly toy. He was a bit ashamed of it at first, so he waited until you fell asleep to take his cuddly toy out from under the mattress. He was worried that you'd laugh at him, but he really can't sleep without it - it's an old stuffed dog from when he was born, and it's very damaged, but he finds it very reassuring, especially since he arrived at the manor (that's when he started sleeping with it again). He'll eventually admit it to you when he realises that you're not going to make fun of him.

He doesn't always wake up on his own when you have a nightmare, but he wants you to wake him up. Ivan wants to be there to reassure you and help you get back to sleep, and will do everything he can to make you feel better. He will usually hold you and wait patiently for you to go back to sleep. If you ask him to, he'll make you a hot chocolate or tea. He'll also try to make you laugh if he thinks you're really scared, but in any case he won't go back to sleep until he's sure you're feeling better.

He was very reluctant to wake you up after a nightmare, at first, when you started sleeping together. But he eventually did because he really needs to be reassured. This happens quite regularly because Ivan is a very anxious person, but he goes back to sleep very quickly when you start to reassure him. Most of the time, all you have to do is talk to him a little and give him a hug, and he's already starting to feel more secure.

Aaron :

Even when he sleeps alone, he doesn't take up too much space in the bed, despite his imposing build. Admittedly, he's used to sleeping with other people. So he instinctively takes up very little space so as not to disturb.

When he sleeps with you, he's always careful not to take up too much space, so he always starts sleeping on the edge of the bed. He prefers to hold you in his arms when he sleeps, whatever your size. But sometimes he doesn't mind swapping places. He finds it pleasant to be held by his partner from time to time, especially when the night has not gone well.

Even though he doesn't take up much space when he's sleeping, he still moves around more than average. He tends to move towards the middle of the bed during the night, which isn't really a problem if he's holding you, as you're just following him. He also sleeps with a lot of pillows, at the limit, he may agree to leave the blankets for you alone, but he really can't sleep without pillows.

He often wakes up before you do when you have a nightmare. He's quite used to reassuring others in this kind of situation, so he knows exactly how to make you feel safe. He'll hug you and whisper reassuring words to you, and he may even sing a little if you ask him to. If you feel like it, he can also go and get you something to drink. He'll even agree to take a walk around the manor to check that everything's all right, if that will reassure you and help you get back to sleep.

He very rarely has nightmares when he's asleep, and the few he does have are usually to do with the safety of others in the manor. So if he wakes up because of a nightmare, he's sure to go round the rooms to check that everyone's all right before going back to bed. He knows he couldn't forgive himself if he went right back to sleep and something happened to someone. So you won't be able to persuade him to stay in bed, but he won't protest if you follow him on his rounds. Once they're back in bed, they love to lay their head against you to go back to sleep.

Raphaël :

He's another one who takes up a lot of space in his bed when he sleeps alone. More than just taking up space, he moves around a lot when he sleeps, not as much as Ivan but enough to regularly fall out of bed.

When he starts to sleep with you, he prefers you to let him sleep next to the wall. He's less afraid of falling out of bed that way. After all, he's already hit his head on the shelves several times and Ethan has often fought him over it. When you're asleep, he prefers you to hold him. He feels very safe this way, usually with his back to you, but sometimes he will turn over during the night and hide his face against you. He sincerely believes that this is the best position for him to sleep in.

There are lots of cuddly toys on his bed. They're all gifts from the other members of the manor. There's a stuffed cat given by Ethan and another by Vladimir, an Evoli given by Ivan, a bear by Aaron and a unicorn by Beliath. He puts them at the foot of the bed to sleep most of the time, but sometimes when he feels like hugging something in his sleep he chooses one to sleep with (and feels a bit guilty about abandoning the others).

Raphaël is a fairly heavy sleeper, but he usually wakes up very quickly when you have a nightmare and if he doesn't wake up he absolutely wants you to wake him up. He wants to do everything he can to reassure you and help you get back to sleep. More often than not, he'll take you in his arms and kiss your face, whispering reassuring words. He'll hold you until he's sure you're better and feel safe. If you ask him, he'll even agree to sleep with you in his arms.

He always wakes you up when he has a nightmare. On the one hand, he feels a bit guilty because he knows that you need to sleep to feel good, but on the other, he can't imagine ever going back to sleep without you reassuring him. He always snuggles up to you and doesn't mind telling you what he's been dreaming about. He really wants to be reassured by you kissing him and telling him that everything's fine until he goes back to sleep.

Ethan :

He doesn't take up much space in bed, even when he sleeps alone. More often than not, he rolls himself into a ball before pressing his back against the wall and hiding under the covers. He feels quite safe this way. However, he moves around a lot during his sleep and has woken up sitting at his desk when he was asleep in bed.

When he starts to sleep with you, he likes to keep his place against the wall, because that's where he feels safest. However, he will move away from it to sleep closer to you. It doesn't really matter whether you're holding him or he's holding you, and he'll do as you please. The only thing he really wants is to be able to stay in contact with you while he's asleep, whether by lying against you or simply holding your hand.

He doesn't fall asleep easily, so he usually falls asleep after you. While he's waiting to fall asleep, he'll watch you or play with your hair. It's something that reassures him a lot and that's why he ends up falling asleep.

He's a very light sleeper, largely because he has a lot of nightmares and finds it hard to sleep, so he hears immediately if you wake up because of a nightmare. He makes it his duty to do everything he can to reassure you at such times. He can't stand the idea that you might be as distressed as he is because of a nightmare. He'll hug you to reassure you, kiss your forehead gently and reassure you that you're safe. If you need it, he can even put on some soft music to help you get back to sleep or fetch you something to drink from the kitchen.

He also has a lot of nightmares when he sleeps. But he's been trying really hard not to let you know. Firstly because he hates waking you up when you seem to be sleeping well and secondly because he feels appallingly stupid every time. There is, however, one case where he always wakes you up and that's after sleep paralysis. Despite his best efforts, he's incapable of calming himself down in this kind of case and he really needs you to be there to reassure him. At times like this, he'll snuggle up to you without wondering any longer if he looks ridiculous. If you ask him, he'll tell you what he saw or heard during his paralysis. You can kiss his face or stroke his back until he goes back to sleep. He won't ask for it, but that's what he's waiting for.

Neil :

He really does take up a lot of space when he sleeps alone. He's spread out all over the bed like a cat having its best nap. It has to be said that he's not really used to sharing his bed with other people.

He tries to be careful when he sleeps with you, but that doesn't stop him from pushing you a little while he's asleep to take up a bit more space. He really doesn't do it on purpose, and he'll apologise if you point it out to him - after all, he has no desire to knock you out of bed or force you to sleep on a little piece of mattress.

He prefers you to hold him while he sleeps, even if he's unlikely to say so frankly, especially at the start of your relationship. If he holds you while you sleep, he'll end up burying his face against your neck to fall asleep. If you hold him while he sleeps, he'll do the same. He likes to sleep in this position as much because you are close to him as because in this position his face is hidden and if he has sleep paralysis it prevents him from having visual hallucinations.

He's more attuned to your emotions than he looks, and if you wake up from a nightmare he usually wakes up at the same time as you do. He will take you in his arms to reassure you and kiss you gently, telling you again and again that you are safe with him. If you want to tell him what frightened you, he'll listen without interrupting; if you don't, he won't insist. In any case, he will do everything to reassure you and help you go back to sleep.

He often has nightmares and sleep paralysis. He'll never try to wake you up because of this, but you'll usually feel it. If you don't wake up, he'll simply move a little closer to you before going back to sleep, trying not to wake you up. If you do wake up, he'll take the opportunity to come and sleep in your arms. In any case, he never talks about his nightmares because he thinks that will help him forget them more quickly, but he appreciates it when you kiss him or stroke his hair until he goes back to sleep.

Léandra :

She was so used to having a mini-squatter in her bed when she was looking after Beliath that she hardly takes up any space when she sleeps, despite her wings. She usually curls up in a corner of the bed and stays there throughout the day without moving.

When she starts sleeping with you, things change a little. She starts to take up a bit more space and, above all, she tries to get closer to you during the night without realising it. She particularly likes to sleep on her stomach, using you as a pillow. She also prefers to hold you as she sleeps. She doesn't dare be the little spoon for fear of hitting you with a her wing while you're asleep. They tend to move slightly when she's dreaming, not enough to hurt you but enough to wake you up.

Like her brother, she seeks warmth when she sleeps, so she'll be very happy if you offer her a hot water bottle to warm her up or let her snuggle up to you under the covers. Because of this, she can sleep without pillows, but not without a blanket. She continues to sleep with a duvet even in summer.

She finds it very difficult to know how to react when you have a nightmare. It's not that succubi don't have nightmares, it's just that they generally don't care enough about other people to try and reassure them. So she's a bit confused at first when you wake up scared and she doesn't know how to help you. However, if you ask her to give you a hug, she'll do it without a second's hesitation. If this happens often, she may even start offering to hypnotise you after a nightmare so that you fall asleep quickly in an atmosphere that suits and reassures you.

She has very few nightmares and the few that she does have are mainly about your safety or that of her little brother. What's more, she never thinks of waking you up after a nightmare, it's not that she's ashamed of it or anything like that, but she's so unused to sleeping with someone who could reassure her that she doesn't even think about it. If you wake up at the same time as her and try to reassure her, she'll be a bit surprised at first. But she'll go along with it; she likes it when you hold her in your arms and whisper reassuring words to her. She's not really used to simply feeling safe with someone, but she may start to enjoy it with you.

Farah :

She almost never sleeps alone. The pack is always with her and in winter they huddle together for warmth, so she hates sleeping alone. She gets cold and doesn't feel safe at these times.

In general, you both sleep close to the rest of the pack, far enough away to have your own cocoon but close enough to see and hear everyone. This reassures Farah, because she knows that even if she doesn't hear the danger while she's sleeping, another member of the pack will.

She loves holding you when you sleep together, more than being held in your arms. When she sleeps on her side, she'll hold you whether you're facing her or with your back to her. More rarely, she may try to sleep in your arms, but this is mainly when she's had a bad night and wants to be comforted and safe. Most often at these times, she hides her face in your neck to fall asleep.

Because she's a very light sleeper, she almost always wakes up at the same time as you when you have a nightmare. She knows very well how to react in this kind of situation, it's something she's used to. She'll hold you to reassure you and whisper comforting words, if you need it she'll fetch you a bottle of water and she'll even take you for a walk if you need to get moving. In any case, once you're ready to go back to sleep, she'll snuggle you and won't go back to sleep until she's sure you feel safe.

Farah often has nightmares, always about the safety of her pack and yours. She usually can't get back to sleep after that, so she stands guard while she waits for everyone to wake up. You can stand guard with her if you like, but she'll just be happy for you to stay next to her as you sleep. If you ask her, she'll tell you about her nightmare, otherwise she won't tell you because she doesn't want to bother you with her bad dreams.

[caffeinated-beverage]

CanLiet please ^^

Sleep headcanon, sad headcanon, happy headcanon, sex headcanon, bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon, romantic headcanon, family headcanon, friendship headcanon and quirks/hobbies headcanon

☾ - sleep headcanon: As you know, Ąžuolas is prone to trauma-induced nightmares & night terrors, and waking up in the middle of the night in a panic. Matthew tries to console them when he notices they're having a nightmare by speaking to them calmly, but not waking them. He has also noticed the time he usually has his night terrors, and tries to wake him up shortly before that time. And when Ąžuolas wakes up panicked from his trauma nightmare, he tries to console him by speaking to him calmly and trying to get him to do square breathing. And once he calms down enough, he might get him some coffee (caffeine doesn't give Ąžuolas energy, it just makes them calm LOL (theyll still be able to sleep afterwards)) & cuddles, until he goes back to sleep.

★ - sad headcanon: When Ąžuolas is sad, Matthew makes them their favorite hot chocolate: extra thicc, with no toppings. Basically just liquid chocolate. And then he cuddles with him. And when Matthew is sad, Ąžuolas makes brownies and watches anime with him.

☆ - happy headcanon: An example of a time they were both happy, was this one day when Ąžuolas was spending time at Matthew's house in winter, and it was very very snowy outside. And, while they were both out in the snow (along with Ąžuolas’ pet wolf, Pupa), Ąžuolas sneakily balled up a snowball, and chucked it at Matthew, hitting him riGHT IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD (don't worry, there were no rocks, and it really didn't hurt LOL). And so, Matthew turned around with a smile on his face and said, “Oh, so it's like that then??”. Ąžuolas ran away from Matthew, laughing their ass off as he bombarded them with snowballs, and Pupa barked and tried to catch & eat the snowballs Matthew was chucking at them. Their snowball fight here lasted a loooong long time, until Matthew said “okay, okay, enough, I'm getting chilled now” and headed inside, Ąžuolas following him indoors to chill for the rest of the day. And ofc, Pupa insisted on staying out in the snow for the rest of the day, but they eventually got her to come inside when it became night.

✿ - Sex headcanon: (TW NSFW) Ąžuolas is a bottom, and Matthew is a switch. 

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon: Matthew was very open to letting Pupa (Ąžuolas’ pet wolf, remember?) snuggle on the bed with them at night & sleep there with them. Spoiled dog xD Matthew even agrees to let Pupa sit/lie down on the couch, chairs, etc., despite how massive she is, because she's just such a cute & sweet girl, and deserves to be spoiled like that lol 

Pupa spends a lot of time curled up in front of the fireplace tho

♡ - romantic headcanon: They both prefer to have a comfortable date at home, both of them in their pajamas, and watching a movie together on the couch; just Ąžuolas, Matthew, and Pupa. They do also go out for dates, sometimes; usually a casual one, though. Like, for example, spending time at the park, feeding bread to ducks, going for a swim together, going to the movie theatre, etc.

♥ - family headcanon: While Ąžuolas DOES want kids, Ąžuolas isn't ready to bring that up yet, and Matthew isn't ready to have kids yet, either. So, for now, they just have Pupa ^_^

☮ - friendship headcanon: Back when they were just friends, they both were crushing on each other soooo hard for a while, before Ąžuolas gathered the courage to confess to him. Ąžuolas nearly VOMITED from nervousness & was sweating like a pig, but Matthew gave him a big hug & confessed to him that he felt the same. Ąžuolas cried all over his shirt for a while, and they soon scheduled when & where their first date should be.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon: Matthew's main hobbies are cooking, baking, and gardening. Ąžuolas’ main hobbies are cooking/baking, herbology, & mycology. Also, I'm sure you know this since I am p sure I have mentioned it a few times, but Ąžuolas is autistic. Ąžuolas’ special interests/hyperfixations are herbology, mycology, & basketball. He doesn't play professional basketball tho, but he likes to play hobby basketball sometimes, and loves to watch basketball on tv, and play basketball video games, which he's got a collection of rn! 

My headcanon for my Canada is that he is neurotypical btw, but he is still very understanding & supportive of Ąžuolas! Esp because Matthew is a licensed therapist himself, and imo, a licensed therapist SHOULD KNOW these things 😤

[darlingshane]

UNBOUNDED | PART 5

Frank Castle x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2,7k

Summary: Rope play with Frank. That's it.

Content/Warnings: explicit, bdsm, dom!frank, rope play, bj's, ball sucking, orgasm control, orgasm denial.

A/N: For reference, Frank ties reader in a rope dress if you wanna search it up beforehand. You can also find the source I used as inspiration in the ao3 chapter.

– Links: Read Below or at AO3. You can also check out the series masterpost on tumblr.

Part 5: Shibari

As promised, Frank takes you on a little gateway a week after your last punishment. He wakes you up way earlier than you’d want to with bags already packed and loaded in his truck, and the smell of toast of coffee that he brings you to bed on a tray.

He’s excited to show you the beautiful place he’s picked for your stance in the mountains – a small cabin close to town surrounded by a stunning snowy scenery on a cold winter day. It’s exactly what you expected of Frank. He knows you too well and loves you even more that he plans the whole thing by himself just to surprise you.

After your arrival, you take it slow, go on a stroll to enjoy the sights, get some groceries in town, and visit the local café and other stores in the vicinity. Before it starts snowing again, you get back to the cabin and make the best out of your well-deserved mini vacation with him.

At nighttime, the unfamiliar space, smell, and temperature of the cabin make you a little nervous, and excited to see what Frank has in storage for you. Admittedly, you've never felt as safe as you do when you're in Frank's playroom, so trying this in someone else's space intimidates you a little.

You've already kicked it up a notch by wearing your master's leather collar under a turtle-neck sweater since you left the apartment this morning. Your relationship is solid enough to taste new boundaries and so far, while it's not something you'd like to incorporate in your daily routine; from time to time it'd be nice to wear it longer and hand him all the control of your actions. Frank's not extremely demanding, however. He seeks for your wellness above all, and having him tell you where to sit, what to eat, giving you permission for mundane tasks is actually just as liberating as when you're doing your usual rough play. You're a master's little pleaser, he's gathered. You thrive in praise and every time you follow his words, he's there to reward you with a kiss, a good girl, or a treat.

While Frank prepares the bedroom for a good playing session, you take a relaxing hot bath, per his command.

When the room is ready, your master comes to find you, and after ushering you out of the tub, he helps you dry your body before tying a black, satin blindfold around your eyes.

“Do you trust me, sweetheart?” he hushes in your ear in that swoon-worthy, deep tone that makes your skin shiver.

“Always, Sir.”

“Hmm.”

That's his pleased response you've come to adore. He takes your hand and steers you towards the bedroom. After a few steps, the texture of the floor changes from wood to something plush and cozy under your bare feet. He stops when you hit the middle of the fabric and your body quickly heats up in anticipation, and at the warmth radiating from the fireplace.

Only Frank can see how gorgeous you look right now, with just the glow of the flames dancing across the surface of your skin, drawing every curve of your figure.

His palms hover the plane of your body for a moment without so much as a touch, letting you guess where he’s going to put them first. After a few seconds, they land carefully on your shoulders. His breath touches the back of your neck, as he places a tender kiss on that spot.

Preparing you for the activity he’s chosen, he spends a good amount of time massaging your neck, shoulders, and arms in all their length down to your palms. Your skin buzzes in delight with his hands thoroughly kneading your back afterward.

When he’s done, he grabs a coil of rope from the chair and proceeds to constrict your body with it.

He takes his time, gingerly binding your torso with a rope dress — you can tell what he's picked from his maneuvering around you. Sir’s rough but careful fingers caress your prickled skin as he ties the folded rope in a series of knots in a line down the middle of your torso. You shudder when a happy knot is placed over your clit, and you try not to move much to not get overexcited. He pulls the tail between your legs and up your back, from under your ass, to link it with the first loop he left hanging between your shoulders blades.

Next, he circles your body, back to the front, and extends your arms up, so he can bring the tails from the back under your armpits. From above your breasts and down to your waist, he starts lacing the rope with great dexterity, creating a diamond pattern along your chest.

It's arduous work, but it seems like a piece of cake to your master. And it's quite rewarding for both.

You’re partial to rope. However, you rarely practice rope play cause a couple of times you’ve felt a little overwhelmed when too much time is spent bound like this. Last time you did, you cried yellow in the middle, but you were restricted in a more intricate way from head to toe; that’s why you figure he went from the rope dress this time.

Almost finished, he frames your mound in one last diamond and curls the tails around your waist to secure them at your back, keenly tying and looping the remains around the line that goes up your spine.

As a final touch, he folds your arms comfortably at the small of your back and uses another coil of rope to bind them to the harness, rendering you completely useless, except for your legs.

“How does it feel, sweetheart? You good?” he squeezes your hands.

“I’m good, Sir. Thank you for being so careful.”

“Anything for my good girl,” relying on touch only, you then feel his fingers moving between your legs, tapping on the knot on your clit, “How about this, does this feel right?”

“It feels amazing, Sir.”

“Hmm,” he presses on it for a few seconds, earning a good sigh out of your lips. “We're gonna get you to your knees now, alright?”

You nod and trust his hands as he lowers you to the floor.

Out of sight, as you get comfortable on your knees, he takes off his shirt and walks around, observing the beautiful form of your surrendering position. Like you’ve already guessed, he opts for leaving your legs free this time to avoid that over exhaustion of last time.

He stops in front of you and cups his bulge, watching you as you take a deep breath and get used to the rope. He admires how much you’ve progressed, and how much trust you’ve put in him. Like now, he could do anything with you right now, and you’d let him without question. That takes a lot of time to build, but with you, it came fairly easy.

After a moment, he picks up the flogger he laid early on the bed and does another spin around you, this time gently letting you feel the leather tresses on different parts of your skin without striking. Surveying your every reaction, he casually places its weight on each of your shoulders, brushes the back of your neck with its tails, tickles the soles of your feet, and then teases your hard nipples, bringing that dizzying arousal that comes from handling him that power.

You stay centered, for the most part, minding your Sir’s desires as he changes your position. He coaxes you to lean forwards until your head and shoulders are propped on the end of the mattress.

“Lift your ass as much as you can,” he orders, patting your rear as you push your ass upwards, “good girl.”

You swallow as he runs the leather tails softly on your rear, cueing you before swinging the flogger. He starts fairly gentle and slow, warming up your cheeks, and the back of your thighs.

When the strikes start coming slightly harder and quicker, your hips jerk and that sweet knot, sitting on the right place, stimulates your clit as a result.

He notices how your body waves, aching for more friction against that knot.

“You’re enjoying that, huh?”

Thud.

“Ahh, yes, Sir.”

Thud.

“What do we say?”

Thud.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Thud.

“Attagirl,” rumbles deep in his throat, followed by a grunt, and a harder thud, “what’s your color?”

“Green, Sir.”

Pausing, he inhales, trying to tame his own arousal, “we’re going to count backwards from ten, and move on. Tell me when you’re ready.”

You take a deep breath, “ready, Sir.”

Much in sync with the other, he swings evenly as you to utter each number after each strike.

The pain is evenhandedly dull with the flogger, it resembles more of a deep massage than anything else. It's the rope around your body that inflicts more damage than the leather falls.

Your body strains against your constraints as you get down to the last three, and it relaxes after the final hit.

Your slickness extends around your binds, reaching your thighs when he's done.

A long, heavy exhalation comes out of your mouth as one of his caring palms touches your ass, assessing the warmth of your skin.

“You took it so fucking good, sweetheart.”

“You gave it so fucking good, Sir,” you murmur.

He smiles to himself and lets you recover for several beats before straightening your torso and checking that your blindfold is still in place.

“Are you hungry, sweetheart?” Sir reaches to your mouth, tilts your chin up with his tucked index finger as his thumb rubs back and forth on your lower lip.

“Hmm, yes, Sir.”

His thumb then slips between your lips, and touches your tongue as you wrap your mouth around it.

“You want something bigger to fill that insatiable mouth?”

“Uh-hum,” you eagerly mumble around his finger, “I’d love that, Sir.”

Scoffing, he plays with your tongue a little more before pulling his thumb out.

If you could see his face, you'd capture the ignition in his eyes, and the plush of his lips turning a few shades of pink deeper at the prospect of what comes next, — him feeding you his cock.

“Stick out your tongue, kitten,” he purrs, undoing his zipper, and releasing his aching erection as you follow his order.

He holds his thick length in one hand, and places his other palm on the side of your head, as he first tentatively taps, and slides the breadth of its head on the plane of your tongue a few times before shoving half his dick in the depth of your mouth.

“Good girl,” he growls, “go on.”

With nothing but your mouth to please your master's stately hard-on, you swirl your tongue, drawing the familiar flare at the top, teasing its slit, and tasting the first drops of his precum. Then, you bob your head back and forth, taking him further down until the tip of his cock touches the back of your throat.

“Attagirl. Keep going.”

Wrapping your lips around his shaft, you worship his cock with passion, earning praises and delightful groans out of your master's mouth.

Extremely aroused, your hips undulate lightly, searching for the delicious pressure of the rope on each side of your lips, and the knot that shifts with your movements over your swollen clit.

Suddenly, Frank stops you from finishing him and takes his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to catch your breath.

You pout, and he smirks, holding his length, stepping an inch closer to your face and propping his balls over your lips, so you can feel them.

“Suck’em,” he orders gravely.

Your tongue swipes across your lips as you follow your Sir’s wishes. You take one blindly into your mouth, capturing the already taut skin of his scrotum, and cover it in your saliva before taking the other. He jerks himself, flattering the ways of your doing between clenched teeth and well garnered grunts as you drive him out of his mind with the swirling and desperate sucking of his sack.

When he’s close, he takes them away and shoves his twitching cock back in your mouth. He holds your head still with both hands, as you set your jaw a little slacked, so he can fuck your mouth obscenely hard the rest of the way until he ejaculates in the middle of your tongue with just a handful of thrusts.

Standing still from a moment, he anchors himself to you as his breath catches.

You're nearly in tears when he puts his cock away and crouches in front of you to wipe your mouth, and bathe you with more sweet adulation.

“Who’s my best girl?” he rasps, removing the blindfold off your eyes.

“I am, Sir,” you blink as your vision adjusts to the warm light of the fireplace.

“Damn right you are,” he states huskily, cupping your jaw in his palms, massaging the joints of your mandible, “you did so good. How are you feeling? You wanna keep going?”

“Thank you. I’d like that, Sir… I haven't… yet…”

“I know,” he smiles softly, “I was getting to it. Do you want me to untie you?”

“Just my arms, Sir.”

“Okay,” he sighs, utterly pleased, and proceeds to untie your hands.

He helps up to your feet and places you on the bed on your side. His large form spoons your shape, tucking one of his hands between your legs. His fingers slip under the rope and that well-placed knot, and he gently caresses your over-excited clit that was begging for some attention.

His lips roam your neck, nibbling and kissing, as the pressure of his fingers madly fuel that fiery flame growing in your core.

“Can I come, Sir?”

“Tsk, not yet baby,” cause he likes to make you beg a few times.

As you squirm in his hold, he rubs harder on you as the rope strains in all the right places, marking your skin.

“Please, Sir,” you plead again after a couple of minutes.

“Shh, just a little more. I know how long you can hold, sweetheart,” he grins smugly before sucking a good chunk of your neck between his lips, “be a good girl for me.”

You moan and hold tight for several beats, gripping at his arm that tenses with every move as it rubs fiercely on your clit until you reach a point of no return. It’s either stop or let go. There’s no in between.

“Pleasepleaseplease, Sir,” you desperately pant, overtaken by that torrent of pleasure held only by a shred of will.

Reveling in that power, he makes you wait, — just a little more – before granting you the right to unleash that powerful orgasm that flows freely through every inch of your body, setting every cell ablaze.

Under a heavy breath, you utter your gratitude to your master and relax in the safety of his arms. You love the extra cuddles and kisses, and he loves indulging you for being a good girl. He's always so tender and attentive, it makes your heart swoon. Tonight, he waits until you've completely come down from your high, and your body has turned to jello to remove the rope tying your body. Carefully undoing each knot, he enjoys seeing the temporary marks of pleasure and devotion left on your skin. He cares for them, spreading lotion on your skin and making sure there is no burn or extreme damage to the surface of your body.

Then, you sit comfortably against the headboard and cover your body up to your chest with a blanket afterward, while Frank gathers some food from the kitchen.

“You were so beautiful today, I should have taken a picture,” he says, holding a spoon near your mouth to feed you a piece of cheesecake after settling next to you.

“Thank you, Sir,” you smile timidly, take your bite of food, and express with your mouth full, “you don't have to feed me.”

“I wanna,” he shrugs, taking a piece of cake for himself.

“Next time you could take a picture, you know?”

“Would you want that?”

“In other circumstances I'd say no, but I trust you, Sir. I know it'd be only for you.”

“Maybe I will,” he offers you another bite, followed by a quick kiss to your lips.

[lockeandkeyfanclub]

How They Sleep

Tyler:

Goes to bed at 11:30 roughly. Sometimes later…

Sleeps in a Nickelback shirt he got from his dad and boxers

Sleeps with half of his body off the bed and half on the bed

No blankets

Sleeps with headphones on

GODDAMN HOW HE SLEEP WITH DEATH METAL ON BRO

Big spoon but he still got the headphones and he will not give you blankets because he runs hot

Kinsey:

Goes to bed at 9:30-10:00, but she gotta do the skincare routine first!!!

Has a thousand pairs of cute matching pajamas and nightgowns

Sleeps perfectly straight on her side and with an eye mask

Has three comforters

She’s just cold ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sleeps on the opposite side of the bed when sleeping with someone else

If you steal her blankets or talk to her, she will slap you

Wakes up 15 minutes before school starts idk man

Bode:

Goes to bed every night at exactly 8:00 sharp

Even if no one is telling him to go to bed, he will

“Hey Bode, wanna stay up late and-” “Nah, I’m going to sleep at 8.”

Shuffles through two pairs of pajamas

One has trucks and the other has dinosaurs

Never stops moving in his sleep

Little spoon baby 🥺

Gabe:

Literally never sleeps

Goes to bed at 10 but stays up til 3 watching TikTok

:////////////////

Sleeps naked

Not entirely though, he has a nipple ring!!!!!

Sleeps spread out

Arms out, legs out, doesn’t move

If sleeping with someone (he would NOT put on clothes) he would sleep diagonally and take the whole blanket and leave them to sleep in the top right corner in a ball

Scot:

Goes to bed at 9:45 every night

And is still tired every morning

This is a design flaw!!!!

Goes to bed wearing his clothes. No pajamas. No sleep shirts. Literally just the clothes he’s been wearing all day. Minus shoes.

No class.

Sleeps on his face

HE CANNOT BREATHE

HELP HIM

Face mashed in the pillow

When sleeping with someone, still sleeps face down but will put an arm around them

Jackie:

Just goes to sleep whenever she’s tired

Goes to bed in a sleep shirt and shorts

Or hoodie during the winter

Sleeps in the fetal position in the middle of the bed

Most Normal Sleeper Ever™

Also Most Annoying Cuddler Ever™

Breathes down your neck and squirms and puts her knees on you ughghgh

Rufus:

Goes to bed at 8:30 every night

Has 1 pair of pajamas and he never washes it

Ellie washes them like once a month tho

Sleeps stick straight on his back, arms by his side

Sleeps on the floor quite a lot

Would rather sleep on the floor than sleep in the same bed as someone else

It’s just uncomfy to him

[bucketspammer4life]

☆ WVBA On A Snow Day ☆

hehe this is so jolly (i am writing this in the middle of august and it doesnt snow where i live)

Glass Joe

- layers and layers of thick & warm clothing, walking around with 5 layers of scarves, coats & sweaters, might as well wear the entire closet

- tried to make a snowman, it got knocked over insantly

- freezing, he is really shivering his timbers over here

- had some hot cocoa

- went iceskating, slaying it

- did some snow angels with Mr Sandman

- he doesnt tolerate the cold well but still having fun

Von Kaiser

- 2 layers of comfy & cozy clothing, the cold isnt getting to him today nuh uh

- so whimsy, so jolly, he is so thriving

- making snowmen with disco kid, ended up making a snowfamily for the snowmen and a snowdog and made them pay snowtaxes and busted their snowcaps if they didnt pay up

- worst iceskater ever but still having fun

- sitting next to a fireplace & reading a book, he looks like hes gonna tell you a bedtime story

- eating snow yum yum exquisite delicious delectable tasty

Disco Kid

- didnt wear enough layers, out here shivering like a kitten in a wet cardboard box out in the street

- made sure the snowmen paid their snowtaxes

- hes the reason why they call it iceskATEing, smoother than the ice hes skating on

- drinking iced coffee no matter the weather, -20 degrees celsius? At least his ice will last longer

- made a igloo, nobody except kaiser is invited

- fell asleep next to a fireplace like a street cat saved from the cold

King Hippo

- not going outside, ever, he doesnt handle the cold well, it isnt just a "my timbers are shivering i need a extra layer" its more of a "hypothermia is just behind the corner and i dont feel like dying"

- do not expect him to step outside, not even a foot

- drinking soup & sleeping half of the day

- Literally hibernating

- so many blankets & pillows, taking the longest nap of the world ever

Piston Hondo

- also needs a whole lot of layers, out here looking like a head of lettuce

- making really cool snow sculptures, so proud of them

- enjoying hot cocoa, wrapped up in a blanket

- snowball fight starter, he simply let the thoughts win

- keeps tripping while iceskating, has to hold on to bear hugger for dear life because he doesnt wanna faceplant into the floor

- joining kaisers snow eating, he just sat next to him & started eating snow as well

Don Flamenco

- forgot to layer up & regrets not wearing a extra coat, bull had to lend him one because he looked like he was on the verge of death

- making snow angels, keeps getting snow thrown at his face as he lays down

- put his forehead wig thing on a snowman

- sad because he forgot to take his plants inside & they died :(

- killing it while iceskating, out here spinning like a beyblade

- keeps falling asleep at weird places because cold weather + curling up in a ball really honks his shoos, ends up being carried to somewhere warm & not so inconvenient, everyones just playing a big game of "where has this bitch fallen asleep again?"

- laying down on the snow, hes just peaceful right now

Bear Hugger

- layered up decently

- he was literally born for this kind of weather

- rolled a snowball down a hill & accidentally made a small avalanche

- cold weather makes him really sleepy, unlike don flamenco he knows how to not fall in inconvenient places

- stiff as a statue while iceskating, one wrong move and hes on the floor along with hondo

- on a rocking chair next to a fireplace, christmas movie intro style

- feels kind of lonely since his fellow bears he likes to hug are hibernating (the animal ones not the gay ones smh, if i meant it like that he would be hibernating too)

- made a small scarf for his squirrel friend : )

Aran Ryan

- atrocious winter clothes, someone call the fashion police

- trips every 5 seconds while iceskating, his face is so bruised its unreal

- chucking snowballs and running away from people

- joined Sandman roll down a hill for fun, nobody spoke, nobody showed any emotions, but it was truly one of the memories of all time

- cold weather makes him energetic so hes a pain in the ass to deal with even more now

Soda Popinski

- wearing shorts & a tshirt, really good at tolerating the cold, soda popinski doesnt get hypothermia, hypothermia gets soda popinski

- also eating snow with kaiser & hondo

- tried to iceskate & chipped a tooth

- used as a human shield during the snow ball fight

- he showers in ice cold water on the daily so this doesnt inconvenience him at all

Bald Bull

- brought a extra coat because he knew don would forget to layer up & wouldnt listen to him if he reminded him

- in awe of soda popinski not being affected at all

- making huge snowballs and chucking it at aran ryan

- cold weather gets him angry & stressed a whole lot (same with any extreme weather condition) so tread carefully or this snow is gonna look like the flag of japan

- staying inside, mostly coming out when hes bored

- drinking tea & reading most of the time

- Just spinning while iceskating, cant seem to stop

Great Tiger

- has to also wear his entire closet, ends up getting sick anyway

- Just sadly staring out of the window

- making his clones play in the snow because just because he cant go doesnt mean they cant go

- drinking tea, hes so peaceful rn dont bother him

Super Macho Man

- not dressed up at all, got sick

- really pissed off he cant go out

- bitterly sitting in bed with a fever

- he is so gonna sob until hes no longer ill

Mr Sandman

- only person to tiptoe on that line between "you look like a pillow" And "you might as well go out naked" in terms of winter clothes

- Just making deformed snowmen

- suprisingly didnt fall on his face while iceskating

- he makes some killer hot chocolate

- tried to eat snow & got brainfreeze

- rolling down a hill for fun & climbing back up to do it again, with the most serious expression ever

[theofficersacademy]

PROMPT 3. AND THE PARTY KEEPS GOING

Time stops for no one, and so this year’s Ethereal Ball begins to amble toward a close. Most attendees stay in the ballroom or its masquerade equivalent, determined to squeeze more dancing and socializing into this evening. Some, exhausted by the night’s festivities, head off to their dorm rooms for a well-deserved night of sleep.

But the night is still far from over! And yet more students are eager to party for as long as they can, especially after weeks of hearing that certain intrepid merchants would be selling hot street food long into the night. Wandering into the town square, you find it bright and filled with festivities: warm food, hard drinks, and small houses rented for private parties among friends.

Warm up with some food…

[ Mulled wine ] - Warm red wine spiced to perfection, ideal for staving off winter’s chill.

[ Chocolate fountain ] - A seemingly endless fountain of chocolate, accompanied by plenty of biscuits, cakes, and cookies to dip in.

[ “Pegasus Cheese” ] - Zofia’s most famed and exotic export (allegedly). A delicate yet firm cheese with a savory, salty, and buttery flavor that pairs well with fruit. It’s good, but perhaps not worth the price tag…

[ H-True-O Water ] - Originating from an artesian aquifer from the frigid lands of Albinea, this bottled water is boasted to be the finest in the world. With all that marketing thrown at you, you can really taste the difference!

[ Forestberry Jamwich ] - A recent mainstay across Fódlan, this sandwich combines sweet jam made from Fódlan’s summer berries with a savory paste made from ground Dagdan peanuts.

[ Romanesco Smoothie ] - A sweet milkshake with a pretty green color. The whipped cream and fruity taste mask the fact that half of this was made with broccoli and other vegetables. Good for sweet tooths who refuse to eat their greens.

[ Dona Dona Fried Set ] - A full-blown meal all on its own, featuring juicy fried chicken, deep-fried cheese with tomato sauce, and a basket of fried potato slices. Every bite you take tastes so good, but feels so bad.

[ Street Crepe ] - A novel take on an old classic, these handheld, stuffed crepes come in varieties both savoury and sweet. A light and fluffy treat to cap off the evening.

Not feeling hungry?

[ Splash ] - Amid the decorations brought in for the occasions is a beautiful three tier fountain sculpted in with Seiros in mind. Come refresh yourselves! But do try not to get soaked.

[ Fireflies ] - Also known as lightning bugs. Get it? … Maybe you want to catch the show, or maybe you want to catch the bugs. It's strange though - are they a new, more resilient species, perhaps? It is the middle of winter after all...

[ Wish ] - Have you ever wanted to wish upon a star, but never been lucky enough to witness the real thing? That's too bad, because these magical stars streaking across the sky probably still don't count, but they are gorgeous - and more than pretty enough to watch with a special someone else.

[ Goddess Tower, Redux ] - Maybe you've already tried and fallen flat on your face earlier this eve. Or have you perhaps been nervously biding your time? The night is young but it trust that it will come to an end - so there's no time like the present to gather your courage and make known your love! Plus the view of the open skies is gorgeous all on its own, and well worth the climb for any singleton too.

[ Lucky Charms ] - What's a magical night without some souvenirs? A particularly enterprising merchant who's been around for the past few balls has come up with a genius lucrative lovely idea: charms and bracelets with the chosen year's theme, so as to remember it by... You should totally get matching versions for your friends, too!

[ Say 'Fromage'! ] - The alumna is already in town with her Photo-Artifex replica and, thanks to many of you, she's done with her testing much earlier than anticipated! She promises a one-of-a-kind keepsake in the form of 'photos' ranging from serious to silly, a variety of props to choose from included. If you're feeling particularly daring, maybe you'll even try out the artifex-box?

Missing something else to cap off your magical soirée? Go for it!

[iamvegorott]

Ink Month 2024 Day 3

Park Bench - Noist

Night was a prideful man. Everyone knew this. He had pride in his title and pride in his abilities. But he had the most pride in his time and care when it came to his loved one. He was more than willing to go out of his way to ensure the safety and happiness of his boyfriend. Host’s joy was Night’s greatest source of pride nowadays. 

At the current moment, Night and Host appeared in their favorite park during their favorite season. Fall was the best time for the two. It didn’t get too cold, nor did it get too hot, and the wildlife was active, preparing for the long winter so one could find more critters out and about. 

Host looped his arm through Night’s, hand holding his upper arm and their shoulders brushing as they began their stroll. Passing through the archway of trees that went down the entire pathway, a loop through the whole park that people would use for their jogs or walks. Mad had measured the length before and let everyone know his results. And while Host could recall what it was, Night never bothered to remember it since all he needed to know was that it took thirty minutes to walk the whole thing. That was thirty uninterrupted minutes with Host because no one would dare try to get a hold of them during their strolls. 

Except for Mad.

But Host enjoyed Mad’s company and didn’t annoy Night much. So, Mad would walk with them on rare occasions. 

Right now, though, it was just Night and the love of his life.

“The leaves look so lovely this time of year.” Night hummed his comment, eyes glancing at the trees and then to Host, an even lovelier sight. 

“That they do.” Host agreed. 

“Might I ask you something, my owl?” 

“Of course.”

“What do you see right now?” Night knew Host understood the meaning of the question. It was not meant in a literal ‘eye-seeing’ way, but with Host’s abilities and how he’d adjust for either comfort or energy level—going from seeing everything beyond what eyes could process to just allowing himself to be blind. The majority of the time, Host liked relying on everything except his sight but would use enough of his powers to be aware of their surroundings.  

“I feel and taste more than I can see.” Host began explaining, using that naturally soothing voice of his that Night could spend an eternity listening to. 

“Taste?”

“The air tastes of fall. The subtle coolness, the wetness of fallen leaves left on the grass from the morning dew that’s yet to evaporate. You can also feel that soft breeze and hear the rustling and crunch of the leaves on the path we are stepping on.” 

“We take for granted our other senses, don’t we?” Night placed his other hand on top of Host’s.

“We take for granted many things in our lives. But as time goes on, we learn to enjoy the little things life has to offer. 

“That we do.” Host chuckled, and then he suddenly paused.

“What is it?”

“The others are here.” 

“They’re what?” Night started looking around, tensing up.

“Calm down, Your Highness.” Host tugged on Night’s arm, guiding him where to look. “They’re here playing a game, not to interrupt us.” 

“Oh.” Night clicked his tongue a bit when he saw the other Egos out in the middle of the large field. 

“Maybe we could extend our stroll and sit on the bench, watch them have their fun.” Host tugged on Night’s arm again, showing that it wasn’t really a suggestion but that it was what he was going to do. 

“We’re not beating the grandparents' allegations.” Night chuckled, walking to the bench and sitting on it with Host. 

“Not my fault you act like a grumpy old man.” Host rested his head on Night’s shoulder. 

“I do not.” Night rolled his eyes with a light smile. 

“I thought we were playing football,” Jackie asked with a tilt to his head, seeing the white and black ball in Marvin’s hands. 

“We are playing football,” Marvin confirmed. 

“That’s a soccer ball.”

“No, it’s a football.” 

“So…if we’re playing football then I can-” Jackie bent over enough to throw Marvin over his shoulder, and he started running. 

“Jackieboyman, put me down!” Marvin demanded. “Chase Brody! Stop laughing and help me!” 

“Me next, me next!” Anti called out with his own laughs. 

“Can I sit with you guys?” Mad asked as he neared the bench. 

“Of course.” Host answered, moving to be even closer to Night and leaving space for Mad to sit and open his book. 

“Now we’re definitely not going to be able to deny being the grandparents.” Night sighed. 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Host moved Night’s arm so they could hold hands. 

“Only if I don’t get to have you by my side.” Night kissed Host’s temple. 

“Jackie! Put him down!” Dark snapped while Jackie continued running with Marvin, but he now had Anti on his other shoulder.

“Never!” Jackie laughed. 

[konohamaru-sensei]

Recently did a fic < > art trade with @kanekolinkk and here is my part of the end! I really love high school au's and haikyuu, so this was a fun write through. Also thank you Hanna for the great portrait of kuroo, i ordered the pins yesterday so I can't wait how they turn out!!

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Madara x Sakumo (tho its very friendly only in this fic, but the hint is there)

High School Au / Haikyuu Au

2628 words

The ball was set a little high, to really touch it, Madara needed to stretch himself to full height and even then he only got it with the tips of his fingers. With milliseconds to decide once in the air he hit it anyway, no time to try and avoid the middle blocker on the other side. There was only hoping for a touch-out left.

Unfortunately, that was not what happened. Madara watched the ball as if it was in slow motion as it hit the top of the net and decided not to roll out the other side. Instead it fell back into the field he had just jumped out from and though Hashirama jumped forward it landed on the ground with a loud squeak.

Madara landed on his feet and cursed under his breath. That was the third time in a row he had missed  and the third time in a row it had been the fault of this first year setter that he was set up to train with. Nara Shikarai had just this year joined the team and he was as green as one could be. And while he didn’t get much playing time over their standard setter, in practice games like today he was often paired up with Madara.

Surely, this made sense for the coach, who wanted the young boy trained with the Ace of the team so he was ready once the third years graduated next winter, but Madara was tired of terrible sets and missed spikes. He too had ambitions that he was aiming for and when training was going to continue hindering him as such, then he needed to find a different team.

Even with his inexperience, Nara had never missed three sets in a row  and Madara was pissed. Yes, this was a practice game, against their own team on the other side, but it did not mean he didn’t want to win. Madara always wanted to win.

“Too high!” he yelled and walked over to the younger boy. “I have told you so many times that you need to pay attention to my jumps to know how high the ball will go. Honestly, I don’t even know what you are doing here if you can’t adjust your playing to the rest of the team. What good is any setter that can’t set for the Ace right? Players like you just take space on the field. Do you even want to win?”

The boy took a step back and opened his mouth and then immediately closed it again. “Hey, don’t speak to him like that,” Hashirama pulled Madara by his arm. “He is still learning.”

“It’s been 3 months!” Madara said and turned around to his friend. “I think by now he should have it.”

Hashirama narrowed his eyes, he grabbed his arm a little tighter: “This is not the national team, Madara, we are an after school volleyball club, not everyone has your determination and talent!”

“Then they should quit,” Madara spat back and then pulled his arm away from his friend. Before Hashirama could say something else he turned around and marched right out of the gym.

Outside the sun was shining mercilessly in a cloudless sky. It was midday, he realised, considering how hot it was. In the gym it was always warm, of course, but summer hadn’t quite won over spring just yet so it was surprising how high the sun stood. Soon midterms would pave the way for the long summer break which would mean more training and tournaments.

Madara poured an entire bottle of his water over his head to cool himself off literally and then walked the concrete walkways to the outdoor sinks to refill it. Water dripped from his ponytail into his neck and he remembered the other day when his homeroom teacher had told him to cut it. “You look like a ruffian”, he had said. “You’ll never get anywhere in life like this.” He took a sip from his freshly filled bottle and spit it into the sink. As if he’d cut it. Ridiculous.

“Everything alright with you?” A voice pulled Madara out of the half done thought spiral and when he looked up he saw Hatake Sakumo standing there in front of him with a towel in the hand held out for him.

Madara took the towel and washed his still dripping face. “Uh, yeah,” he said. Hatake was a second year and had been brought into the team just a few months ago as a future manager. Madara knew very little about him other than that he hadn’t really joined a club in the first year and their current manager Mito had said that he’d been bullied sometimes.

“Good,” Hatake let out a breath and put his hands into his sides. “You stormed out so quickly after Senju-senpai let you go that I wondered if he had hit you.”

Madara snorted. “As if Hashirama could ever land a hit on me,” he said. Hashirama’s height might have possibly been great for middleblocking, but Madara was bulkier, at least for his age, and had more experience in hitting people. At least that is what he told himself.

Hatake smiled: “Looked like he was about to.” 

“There is no way, he is a pansy,” Madara shook his shoulders.

Somewhere in the distance Madara could hear a cicada singing. If that wasn’t the foreboding for summer, he thought and buried his right hand into his pant pocket. When he looked up Hatake was still there, looking at him. He almost seemed curious, as if Madara was a rare plant he wanted to discover further.

Why was he still here? Wasn’t he scared? Most lower classmen ignored Madara as much as they possibly could, stepping out of his way when he was walking the hallways, answering overly formally when he asked questions. Heck, even his classmates and some teachers treated him like some ticking bomb. His hair, the frown that was his resting face and the general disdain for academic success had painted him some kind of delinquent and honestly it made life easier for him.

When Hatake had joined the team, Madara purposefully had avoided him, because he had thought Hatake had wanted to be avoided by him. But yet here he was, not looking scared at all. Not only that, he had also worried for him. That surely was a new one.

“You want anything else?” Madara asked and sounded a little more aggressive than he had wanted to.

Hatake kneaded his hands together a little as if he was considering his words and Madara felt satisfied that he had found a little fear in his opposition after all, but then he said: “I wanted to come to you with some good meant advice: You should cooperate with your team better. For their sake, but also for yours.”

What? “Excuse me, what do you think you know?!” Madara shot back immediately. This little guy who had barely been with the team for half a year dared to play manager in front of him, the star player of the team?

“I know a lot,” Hatake looked up and met Madara’s eyes steadfast, “I watch all of you day in and day out. And as such I notice that when you go on your little power trips that it hurts the team and then you stop practice by having to run off like you did just now.”

“I have you know I’m the best player in-”

Hatake had the audacity to roll his eyes, even if it was barely visible. “I understand, Uchiha-senpai, that you are very talented. I see your form and your strength and your tactics. In fact, I have been watching you more closely than anyone on the team…” He trailed off for a moment and swallowed, but found his point again. “But Volleyball is a team effort and working against the other players will not do you any good.”

Madara frowned: “I’m just trying to make us the best we can b-”

“Certainly,” Hatake raised his voice to tune him out,” you want to win. I understand. You are passionate. It is admirable. But do you really, really believe the other players do not want to be the best they can be? Do you think if you yell at Nara-san for a failed toss that he will suddenly become better? Or do you maybe think that he will just stop tossing to you in the long run?”

The cicada was singing again. Madara’s mouth felt dry. “I think you are very talented,” Hatake continued, “I think you have the makings of a great career in this country and possibly overseas, but for this you need to get your ego in check. If you can’t work with other players your career is over before it starts. And I think that would be such a waste. So I am here, as your manager, and your supporter, to tell you to get it the fuck together.”

The swear word had come so out of nowhere that Madara was left completely speechless. Hatake took the opportunity to turn on his heel. “Well, it’s up to you. And maybe I am just a clueless idiot and you can do whatever you want.” Then he marched back through the concrete walkways to the gym.

Madara stood there for a bit watching the place where Hatake had been standing. Nobody had ever talked to him like that, not even Hashirama’s little brother who hated him. Not even his own brothers – nobody. 

Once he had walked back to the gym and with a frown resumed training, Madara couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation. Hatake had guts. From the way he looked, Madara would have never guessed that about him.

People just didn’t come up to him and talk to him like that. Everyone in the district kind of knew he was from a strictly patriarchal family that had lived around this part of Kyoto for ages and that he was the oldest of a row of boys. And though his family had no money or influence other than an old clan name that dated back to the Tokugawa Ieyasu’s time as Shogun, people generally feared him.

Madara wasn’t the trouble maker the rest of the school thought he was and there was a part of him that hated that, but on the other hand, he liked being left alone. Even in his team, where he generally felt supported and safe away from his family structure that was rather strict, nobody but Hashirama dared to cross him. And even he only did it in specific situations.

Hatake was younger and he had not known Madara for more than 3 months and yet he had felt no fear to speak his mind. That was oddly fascinating. He had also said that he’d been watching Madara specifically and that he feld Madara had a big career ahead of him. Madara did not know how to feel about that, but it certainly made him feel some way.

He was weirdly curious about the next days in school and did something that he’d only done a few times before in his life: actually considered listening to someone else's advice. After all, he had seen his team play before and after he had taken a step back and clearly, their teamwork improved if he just gave them a little leeway. Admitting that felt like someone had stabbed him, but it was the truth.

It took him 6 school hours the next day to run into Hatake again. As a second year his class was obviously not located on his floor and their schedules weren’t overlapping until there was lunch break. Madara usually avoided eating in the cafeteria and took his lunch outside, but today he wanted to have some fresh sandwiches, so he found his way there anyway. 

He noticed the white hair of Hatake instantly, it stood out so much in the sea of dark hair of the other students. It was a miracle that he hadn’t been asked to dye it. While Madara was still considering if it was worth avoiding him, Hatake was already turning his head and spotting him and before Madara could say something, he was hurrying over with his tray of food.

“Senpai,” he said, a little out of breath. “I’m so glad to run into you.”

Was he? Madara felt a little taken aback by the declaration and also a little sick. “Uh, hello,” he said back. Then he blinked to remind himself why he had wanted to see his underclassman again anyway. “Uh- about yesterday I-”

“I apologise,” Hatake cut him off, before Madara could say anything. “I was very harsh to you yesterday, I’m sorry.” He stopped for a moment as if he was trying to consider his next words and then he added: “I don’t particularly think what I said was wrong, but I think I phrased it harshly.”

Around them a few kids started giggling, Madara could see two girls put their heads together with wide grins on their faces and he vaguely recalled that Hatake was added as a manager specifically by Mito because he’d been bullied for one thing or another.

“Nonsense,” Madara said louder and in a deeper voice than he usually would and the chatter immediately quieted down, “I’m glad someone told me what to do. I respect you for your open honesty.” The other students stared, so he walked over and threw an arm around his neck. “In fact, you can call me Madara, if you want. Let’s be buddies.” 

The younger boy seemed a little nervous about the close proximity, but he let himself be walked out the cafeteria on Madara’s side. “Yo-you think it was alright, what I said I mean?”

“I think you had guts to say what's on your mind, that is a very mature thing to do. I can’t promise I will stick to your advice though, other people can be such block head idiots,” Madara marched on forward to the direction of the outside schoolyard. The students that were in the hallway jumped out of their way.

Sure, it was wrong that they all thought he could beat them up at the crack of a finger, but if that helped Hatake to no longer be the object of being picked on, then maybe it was all worth it. He’d play the role of delinquent if that was what it took.

“I really think you could be great, Uchiha-senpai, if you-”

“I said that you should call me Madara,” Madara cut him off before he could say anything else.

Hatake looked up: “Oh, you really meant that?”

Madara stopped them both in front of a bench and then sat himself down: “Why would I not mean it?”

The other boy fumbled a little with his food before he sat down. ´Whatever he had been bullied for, it must have been going on for a while. Somehow the thought of that pissed Madara off deeply. “Alright, then,  Madara-senpai, I am Sakumo.” He waved with his hand and gave Madara a smile that made him feel some ways again.

“I really like your hair,” Sakumo said and gestured to Madara’s ponytail. “I’ve been thinking of growing mine out too, but it would make me stand out even more than my hair already makes me stand out.”

Madara shook his shoulders: “Do it. I think you’d look good with it.”

“If the team’s ace thinks so, I’m sure it must be true. I should do it!” He laughed a little to himself and Madara choked on the cracker he was trying to eat.

It definitely made him feel some way or other.

[greenxprof]

NAME: Leo

PRONOUNS : he/him or woof/woofs

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : tumblr messages at first, discord after we're close enough

NAME OF MUSE(s) : Green Oak, Leowes(@wesnatcher) are the active ones rn

BEST EXPERIENCE : Talking about tumblr specifically, I had sooo much fun during the Halloween Events we had here. I had an absolute blast seeing everyone costumes, the ball, fighting the gmax gorgeist...

Back in twt it was the Reguri Wedding with Kyle Red, which believe it or not TWO arceus attended, Spectrier Event in 2022 Halloween, and a thread with my bestie about Green asking their oc's hand in marriage while in a cute romantic boat date.

Maybe I should also mention that I got to play my first dnd campaign with friends I made here in tumblr and that was certainly one of if not the best experience of my life heehee

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : Hard question because I operate on auto for most of my life but forcing anything onto my muse. Sexual or violent. And, this never happened, but acting weird or saying weird things about Green's gender.

As for things I dislike even before writing with someone are simply not properly crediting the art you use if it's not yours. Or having a bunch of rules that are basically telling me I need to write a 20k words every reply for us to be mutuals and be extremely serious about roleplaying. Aside from the chronic brain fog I have, this is a hobby and supposed to be fun, not work!

Besides, English is not my first language and that means reading pages and pages of it certainly gives me a headache.

MUSE PREFERENCES: snarky sassy and gay. or cute creature.

PLOTS OR MEMES : Both!! I'll admit though I'm often not in the mental state for elaborate plots. I'm happy with memes and small spontaneous interactions until we're both comfortable with each other and can plot easy and nice :)

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : Depends on the thread of course. Plot-heavy and serious threads require long replies but it's not like I ask you to match. Specially when Green speaks way too many paragraphs.

I feel like it's important to say that I have only had very introductory english classes in middle school. Everything else I learnt through rping and playing games in english. So it's possible sometimes my grammar is all over the place or I might not properly understand what you wrote.

I'd love if you explained to me if I wrote something wrong, kindly of course :3

BEST TIME TO WRITE : everyday at night! once autumn and winter comes to brazil I'll write the whole day, it's because it's so hot in the afternoon I cannot think HAHA

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : Like Green? Oh absolutely. Except for the smart part, I am pretty much him. Like Leowes? Not really. I wish I was a handsome rogue though.

[toiletbulges]

Poor Family Story: poop in bucket

So I am used to difficult financial periods, finding myself homeless and also when I was really young we as a family went through a difficult time. My dad lost his high wage, and had to get what ever he could for work. The stress meant my mum left (sister wasn't born) leaving me, brother and dad alone. We ended up loosing the house and having to move into a small wooden shack. Inside we had a 2 chairs, TV, kitchen and a large mattress on the floor in one room and a small bathroom with a toilet, sink and bath. The 3 of us had to share this old lumpy mattrress and one old blanket . I was only 12 my brother 17, i slept in the middle and the others either side of me. Being just the 3 of us we had no privacy at all, with getting dressed in that room and also sleeping in briefs or even naked. The first couple of days was hard getting used to sharing a mattress

My brother used to sleep in his briefs but my dad still slept naked sometimes. In the summer it was hot and the 3 of us slept naked! I would wake up sometimes with both of them snoring loudly and a erections! with no blanket. In the winter, and we had no school or work, we mostly stayed huddled on the mattressas it was so cold in the shack. Luckily being 3 in the bed, our body heat, and their hairy bodies warmed us up.

The bathroom was a open door policy. I would be on the toilet, brother in the bath and dad shaving at the sink, rushing me on as he needed the toilet. To save on hot water we shared bath water, and sometimes ever had baths together. One time I was in the bath, and my dad came in and said "sorry lad" and sat on the toilet and had a mega dump! He wiped and then took off his briefs and got in the bath with me. I did sometimes get out the bath in the winter, shit and then get back in the warm bath. My brother sometimes had to quickly jump in with me if he was late for his small job.

Money was very tight and between paychecks we had to cut down on food and no money for repairs. The roof sometimes leaked and wqs patched the best we could, the door was useless and the toilet broke. To save money on clothing, my dad and brother shared clothes. They sometimes joked who would have the briefs with the most skids in. Washing was only done once every 2 weeks, you can imagine the state of my pants.

When the toilet broke we had to sit on a small bucket and shit in that, and because of lack of space in the bathroom, the bucket was placed in the corner of the other room. To save time,in the mornings we would all shit in the bucket and then clear it out after. Sitting was ok in the bucket in the room with the TV and bed was awkward but we had no choice. Sometimes me and my brother would be home first after school and work, having something to eat. My dad would walk in and say "sorry can't talk" with pained expressions. He would quickly walk to the bucket and take a massive long dump. He would then sit there talking to us about our day. He did come in one day while my brother was on the bucket and was pacing in front of him, farting saying "please hurry up" My brother would then stand aside and wipe while my dad quickly replaced him

I remember one night I felt my dad get out of bed and he squatted on the bucket and had a few massive logs, complaining to himself his balls almost touching the shit as it was only a small bucket. He wiped with the newspaper and emptied it outside and got back in the bed still farting. I had a horrible experience one night. I had a really bad stomach. I had to crawl out the bed and squatted. I had the worse diarrhoea. My dad woke up and looked over. I was panicking as the bucket was filling up. He got out of bed and emptied it quickly for me. As soon as the bucket was back I sat back down.

My dad only had one work friend who knew his living conditions but didn't care. He found out by accident one hot summer morning. My dad overslept. He usually met his friend at the end of the street,but because he overslept his friend walked to the house. If you knocked the door hard enought the lock jumped and it opened. Well Bill opened the door and saw the state of the room, the thin mattress on the floor with no bottom sheet and the 3 of us laying naked on top of it. The bucket was in the corner with some of my dad's shit in it from the night, and a stack of leaves next to it. It must have been a shocking sight to see.

He said " OMG I'm so sorry mate, I didn't realise your living situation was this bad". My dad rolled over as he had his naked back and bum facing the door, and saw his mate standing there. He went "shit bill im sorry for oversleeping, normally one of the lads wakes me up"

My dad sat up on the mattress and quickly grabbed the blanket and throw it over us to protect Bill from seeing our naked bodies laying there , and explained the whole situation to Bill.My brother farted in his sleep, then woke up, got of bed naked. My dad said "can you wait Edward till Bill goes?" Edward said "sorry for this Bill but it's my time and im desperate" walked to the bucket "Bloody hell dad you could have emptied it, my balls will be in there" and sat down and shit. Bill was in shock that the 3 of us shared one bed and the toilet situation. My dad said it was a bucket in the corner or we went outside. My brother finished grunting his dump out,wiped with some leaves. He went "sorry about that Bill but it was the bucket or the bed" and got back into bed and went back to sleep. My dad awkwardly asked bill to pass the pants on the chair to him as he was naked under the blanket. Bill picked up the pants and actually joked "Your not putting them on surely, they are filthy and got holes" My dad replied "it's them or nothing as can't afford any replacements or to get them clean till next week" My dad awkwardly put his pants on under the blanket and got up.

He started getting his work gear on in front of Bill. He said "hang on Bill, sorry about this "he walked to the bucket and sat down. Bill questioned the toilet situation. He looked at how small the bathroom was and understood why the bucket had to be in on display.

After that Bill would come round and chat. Sometimes he would stay late talking to my dad so lats me and brother would actually get ready for bed with him still there. He would leave an.d My dad then would climb into bed

He sometimes sat one of the chair talking to and watching TV with us. The first time was funny. The toilet was still broken and bucket in use. He said to my dad "I'm really sorry but I need the toilet bad" my dad laughed "just go outside for a piss" the friend said "sorry but I need a dump bad!" He looked at the bucket and then at us. He just said "well it's not like you haven't seen your dad shit so..." He pulled down his pants and briefs and sat on the bucket. I noticed he had a very hairy cock like my dad. He sat there grunting loud and carried on talking to us. He sat for over 15mins . He asked me for some newspaper, standing wiping.

Bill did end up staying over a couple of times. It snowed really bad and wasn't safe for him to drive home. He said "Don't worry I will just sleep in thr chair" but my dad wasn't having any of it. "No your going to have a proper night's sleep on a mattress"

My dad squeezed closer to me and bill laid there. 4 of us in that bed was very very tight! All 4 of us in our pants. After that Bill gifted my dad a brand new mattress and a brand new blanket! Even though there was still 3 of us on that mattress it felt like heaven. Me and my brother the first night fell asleep almost straight away and we was warm!!

We stayed in this situation till I was 17. So you can imagine how tight that bed became with 3 large hairy blokes in it. My dad taught me to shave while my brother was laughing in the bath.

It did get worse though. My brother and dad both got laid off. Panic set in of how we was going to survive. My dad sold the shack to the neighbour who wanted the land and for one night after looking for somewhere, we slept on the mattress underneath a bridge with our belongings in bags, the next day we found a abandoned shack just off the main road. Because it was near a rest-stop we did witness a few people leaving their cars and squat shit. We did get walked in on a few times, once in the night. Most just apologised but a few did laugh as we naked on the mattress. A bloke in his 30's opened the door in desperation one time, needing a shit. He saw me laying on the mattress as dad and brother out looking for work. He panicked and said sorry. I said to him he looked urgent he could use our toilet, he looked reluctant at first but his bowel got the better of him and he quickly squatted on the bucket.

It had no electricity, no lock on the door and just a outdoor tape. Inside there was only room the mattress and the bucket. One of the windows was smashed and the roof leaked when it rained. For washing we just used a cloth and used the tap, basically a strip down wash. With the money from the other shack we had enough for foodafter paying off some of dads debt. Most of the time we laid on the mattress cold and naked as couldn't afford to replace the clothes so naked in the shack to preserve them. Laying on the mattress was cold as the walls had gaps so the cold wind blew in. The toilet bucket was even closer now so while I was laying on the mattress I could touch the squatting legs of my dad and brother. This was our lowest point. Bill only found about this because he went to the other shack. My dad was too embarrassed to tell him. Bill came to the shack and was in shock how bad it was. He walked in as I was on the bucket. I just said "Hi Bill, sorry I won't stand up". My dad and brother both laying on the mattress. Bill said "please don't tell me you are naked. Dad said "well don't lift the blanket up then" I awkwardly wiped but ran out of leaves, having to ask Bill for some. I stood up naked with my cock flopping in front of him, then went to lay on the mattress

. Bill helped dad find a new job and slowly get back on track.

Got a few more toilet/Bucket stories to come

[mrgan]

Pizza romana / pizza al taglio / thin pan pizza

Sometimes you feel like a pillowy, bready pan pie, something you could slice into flavorful bread sticks. Other times, you want a large, soft pizza where the toppings shine more. This is one of those: an easy, no-knead, no-sweat base for endless pizza variations. Try topping it before baking, but also after—it's an edible board, and much more.

Neven's thin pan pizza

Servings: two 10 × 14" pans (9 × 13" will also work) Time: 10 min mix + 8-12 hour proof + 5 minute shape + 3-6 hour proof + 15 minute cook

INGREDIENTS:

300 g all-purpose flour

200 g high-gluten flour (or more APF)

10 g salt

365 g water

50 g ripe-and-ready sourdough starter (yeast variation below)

20 g olive oil

DIRECTIONS:

The night before you intend to eat the pizza, do the following:

In a very large nonreactive bowl (meaning, stainless steel, glass, or plastic, but not aluminum) add the flours and the salt, and stir together. Pour the water into the middle, then add the starter to it. Using a large spatula, stir and fold the whole mess for a bit; then add the olive oil. Stir and fold some more, until it becomes a basically coherent mass and there's not a huge pool of dry flour at the bottom of the bowl. This should only take a minute; you're not trying to knead dough, you're just making the shaggy ball a little uniform.

Cover well and rest for 30 minutes to an hour. Come back to it and, using the spatula or a flexible scraper, fold the ball on itself from each side, just to bring it together a bit more. Note that it will already look smoother and more dough-like, though it'll still be rather lumpy and homely.

Cover again and rest on the counter or in another room-temperature place (between 65ºF and 75ºF) overnight, for 8-12 hours. Hot days in humid climates will take less time, and a cold winter's night might take as long as 16 hours. What you're looking for at the end of this process is a dough that's much larger than it started, light and inflated-looking, with possible surface bubbles. (If it has collapsed into the middle, then it's been overproofed; this is unlikely to happen. If it's still a dry lump, then it never proofed at all; perhaps your yeast is too old, or your room is super cold? Sorry!)

Now grab two 10 × 14" pans (9 × 13 will also work) and grease the bottoms with a small amount of butter. Even coverage matters more than opulence, so make sure it's not a thick layer of goop. We're using butter rather than oil here because it'll stop the dough from pulling back into the center of the pan.

Flour your workbench (counter or large cutting board) liberally.

Using a flexible scraper, scrape around the edge of the bowl, then pop the dough into the middle of the workbench. Cut it in half; you can eyeball this, or measure each half to ~470 g. Place one half back in the bowl.

Working gently—without crushing the dough—first flip your dough over to flour both sides of it. Now start stretching it into a rectangle about 6 x 10" in size. No need to get it perfect; just get as close as you can while keeping the dough thickness even all around. I like to reach under the sides and pull out with my fingers. You may need to flip the whole rectangle over if any of it threatens to stick to the bench. You'll want to be able to lift the whole thing easily.

Once you have it close to 2/3 the size of the pan, transfer the dough to the middle of it. Reaching under once more, stretch the sides to the edges of the pan. Dimple any thick areas of dough from above to softly push them to the side.

Repeat with the second half of the dough.

Cover again. Give this second proof 3–6 hours, depending on your room's climate. When it's ready, the dough should be slightly puffy.

From this point on, you can perhaps dimple any super-fluffy areas, but don't stretch again.

During the last 40 minutes or so of this proofing time, preheat your oven to 515ºF. Move one of the racks to the bottom third of the oven.

Top however you'd like. For a classic cheesy-marg type of thing, I would cover with sliced, shaved, or shredded aged mozzarella, then dab with tomato sauce on top. Don't forget to season with salt, and hit with a bit of olive oil.

If you're using other toppings, remember that the sides of the pan will get hotter than the middle, so place the larger toppings around the perimeter.

Bake on the bottom-third rack of the oven for 12–15 minutes, rotating halfway. Move the whole pan to a cooling rack for 2 minutes, then slide the pizza out with a large spatula or flipper onto the rack.

Top with any post-bake toppings: basil, shaved parmesan, sauce drizzles. Cool for 5 minutes before moving to a cutting board and slicing.

YOU SAID THERE'D BE A YEAST VERSION

If you're not a Sourdough Person, this is easily made with commercial yeast as well. Please make sure to use good instant yeast and store it in the fridge/freezer to prolong its shelf life; it can be used cold.

The only change you'd make is replacing the 50 g of sourdough starter with 1/4 tsp of yeast. Add it after you've stirred the flours and the salt together, before you add the water.

This means that your dough will be 50 g lighter than the above recipe. That's not an enormous difference, but you could always make it up with another 25 g each of flour and water.

The rest of the recipe should proceed the same way, including times and temperatures.

You can also scale this recipe however you'd like—making a single pan won't be much different.

[queenofcandynsoda]

Fest of Midwinter/Day of Vesta Luna

The Fest of Midwinter, also known as the Day of Vesta Luna, is a celebration of the Winter Solstice in Sol Fertilis. It is celebrated with family gatherings, feasts, gift giving, Midwinter shows, singing, and attending the county’s temple.

On the night before, the family would make a mola salsa before putting it in front of the hearth for Vesta Luna to eat overnight. In the morning, families would have a grand breakfast together, mainly consisting of apples, honey-lavender cakes, prosperity grain bowl, bread baked with herbs and olive oil, roasted root vegetables, fruit and nut pies, pomgranate and citrus salad, hot apple cider, and cranberry drinks.During the afternoon, children would open presents, which are connected to their respective ranks.

On the night when Winter starts, the Delta Plus Lar would dance on the ground, being completely barefoot in a temple. Afterward, a Vestalis would come in while wearing a formal white stola with red flame designs and a veil before seating on a curule seat. They would sing a hymn commemorating Vesta Luna’s gift of the hearth, home, and prosperity.

Alphas either would host Midwinter balls at night or attend the temple where Vestals would perform rituals. With their families, they would have a large meal that includes their family’s symbolic dish, usually made by their family’s cook.

Delta-Gamma Households would have evening gatherings where their families would come in, usually bringing gifts. Gamma Pluses would call the evening gathering “soirées” to add a flair of “elegance”. Gamma Pluses would show off their “Winter Garden”, having ice sculptures and winter flower blooms.

Delta-Beta Households focus on family and community service, hosting winter festivals in their houses. Their children would have small and friendly competitions known as "Winter Wonders", primarily winter sports. The adults also tell stories of folklore surrounding their ranks. They also have talent shows.

Beta Neutrals contribute to a neighborhood potluck tradition, caroling for the upper and middle ranks, and a gift exchange where each family crafts a personalized gift for another family based on shared interests or hobbies. In their homes, they would have “Lighting of the Hearth”. During this, families gather around their homes’ hearth to collectively light candles and share stories. There is a Winter Window Drawing Contest, where families decorate their home windows with creative and festive displays.

Meanwhile, Beta Minuses and Gamma Minuses engage in communal decorating events in their public cohousing or apartments, host a potluck dinner, sometimes mixed with Beta Neutrals, and have a scavenger hunt for the children, where they can get more prizes. The adults won’t do the Orgia on the days leading to the Fest of Midwinter as they need to be focused on planning and work.