#like: isn't it her naptime?

[zosa95]

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

How would poppy playtime crew react to a kid player? The kid player is wondered where was his friends went (they are dead in Playtime Co.) and kinda got excited when kid player saw the toys

Okay, so, doing the math the oldest the player could reasonably be is about 14~15 years old. So, the player isn't exactly a kid, but mid teen.

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Dogday, Doey, Poppy and Kissy & young Player

Dogday

★ Dogday’s eyes widen when he sees you. His vision blurs, not just from pain, but from the realization that you lived. Now standing in front of him like a beacon of hope. Like an angel. Changed with time but still the same person he knew.

★ Its... strange, strange that you came back. Strange that you remember him and strange you haven't died by now. Why would you come back? You escaped once but returned anyway. The Players all grown up now, like a tragic reminder of what could have been.

★ He knows that your friends have likely died. But he won't be telling you that. Dogday's heart aches, yet he makes the decision to keep quiet. Yes, you will figure it out eventually. No, he won't be the one to tell you. He just can't bring himself to hurt you like that.

★ Dogday is extremely protective of the Player, almost acting like an older sibling. He can't help but see you as that innocent little kid he met before the hour of joy. He still feels the need to shield the Player from harm, much like he did when you were a small child.

Doey

★ By the time you meet him again, you've realized what happened to the other orphans. You were one of them years ago. But thankfully you had been adopted by your parents before the hour of joy. Doey always wondered what happened to you.

★ Despite the years apart, he still remembers when you and Kevin would sneak into the cafeteria to steal extra snacks. Mathew used to tuck you in when it was your naptime. Then things happened, and they were gone.

★ When the player starts to talk about missing their friends, Doey distracts them with whatever he can think of. “Did you know catnap always lands on his feet? Watch this!” He says, trying to keep you from thinking too much. (No Catnaps were harmed during this.)

★ Say “You're not my dad!” to him, and he spends the rest of his day acting like a stereotypical dad from some old cartoon. Just to annoy you and have a little fun. Yes, it was Kevin's idea. Hope you like terrible dad jokes and having your hair ruffled, kiddo! 

Kissy

★ In the orphanage you didn't know her very well, having been put into different groups and being a few years younger than her. As she pulls the lever to help you get through the factory, there’s a momentary pause. The Players face looks familiar, like she knows you somehow, but the details remain hazy.

★ As the Player continues on, Kissy tries to remember how she knows you. But she just can't put her finger on it. When she eventually returns to Home Sweet Home, she sees an old picture of you on the wall. And the pieces finally fall into place.

★ When the Player expresses worry about their missing friends, she can't do much but hold their hand. Offering some support in the only way she can. In times like this, she wishes her voice still worked. That way she could tell you it would be okay.

★ Seeing you alive and well gives her hope. It reminds her that no matter how bad things are, there is always hope for a better future. You survived, she can too. When the Prototype is dead, maybe you could help Kissy make up for lost time.

[paddedpigeons]

Work Mom

Working on your tummy is just so much nicer than working at your desk. Your little desk in your little cubicle is just so... boring. And you hafta look so professional! Nono, laying on the floor on your tummy with your favorite blankie draped over you is perhaps the best way to be sending stupid emails. The only thing that makes it better? Getting to do all that working beneath your mommy's desk.

You met mommy at work! You remember the day she met you, saying that she was assigned to the desk right across from you! To you, it seemed like a stoke of luck. When, really, she had asked to have the desk by yours--- "the one next to the one with toys and stickers all over it" she asked her supervisor. Months later, and now you're busy tapping away under her desk at your laptop (stupid emails!) she's hard away at work.

Meanwhile you're.... starting to zone out. You don't know why you're so tired all of the sudden, but your mommy does: it's your naptime. Seeing you start to rub your eyes, she hands you a bottle discreetly while she wraps up her Zoom meeting. You grab the bottle and start to suck away at it. Isn't it so nice that you get to work with your mommy! You really should get back to work, but the sleepiness..... She finishes her meeting and looks at you, yawning loudly.

"Mmmm sweetie, do you need your lunch break?" You shake your head no a little---you can't take a nap at work! But she hands you a pillow anyways giggling slightly: "Yes you do princess, you're in no shape to do anything professional when you're so tired."

"But.... what if someone sees me sleeping here?" you ask nervously. "Don't worry hun, I'll guard my desk 'til you're done napping. No one will notice you sleeping during your break. Now lay down..." She hands you a pacifier, and before you know it, you're zonked out.

And though she never steps away from her desk (staying true to her word to guard you), she can't exactly stop your snores from echoing throughout the office. And before long her work friends are nearby, talking to your mommy about how adorable you must be all tuckered out under there. They don't mind your snoring one bit. After all, it's your nap time.

[h1biscusgal]

asks in a bundle bc im tired- PART 1

so, good question, hypnagogic is BEFORE sleep, dreaming is DURING sleep, two very different things, dreaming is not tethered to the body, it's actually purely the mind NOT AWAKE, ONLY ENTERS A BRAIN STATE WHERE IT PRODUCES DREAMING, hypnagogic is ABOUT to lose it's awareness to the body (the process of entering the void if aware, and sleep if not aware), but dreaming is more like you move and such, yk? but the Hypnagogia is where you are laid down, won't move, seen flashing lights and imagery that is NOT identifiable. in the hypnagogia it's more like random shapes and imagery, yk?

NAH ML IT ISN'T, IT'S JUST A PIC I FOUND IN PINTEREST. T.T

ml don't ever LET one comment dictate ur life, assumptions create you, when i listen to subs and see ppl complaining they didn't get results, i go past it and act like it's does not concern me, and guess what? i still get results, it's not about "oh im scared it'll happen to me!"

nah ml, simply trust, and ofc i am not forcing anyone to listen to my sub! it was something i just made to help some of those with problems.

yes

OFCCCC, usually it's literally up to you, but i have some ideas here and each can choose, btw, the zones don't dictate your job at all ml.

here's a link of one of my fave old bloggers i adore them sm, here, credits all to her btw

i am so sorry but i did not understand A SHIT-, but i translated it for myself and let's see.

OK SO I TRANSLATED IT, FIRST, OFC MY LOVE U CAN BE MY ANON, AND YES OFC YOU CAN TELL ME UR EXPERIENCES, and yes ofc, it is supposed to feel like your body is separating, that's the whole point ml.

when u change ur grades? it is changed EVERYWHERE

like seriously ive manifested it, it's SO TRIPPY, like i felt i'd get 40 smth on 60 then i go back and see it's fucking 60/60 which is a 100 in my country :D

literally one thing.

identify with the reality that you got a high grade, THATS ALL, like BEEEEE the version that already had the grades, yk?

there is no "it doesn't manifest", literally none, if i managed to change my grades in a day then u DEF can.

simply identify you have it.

ITS OKAYYYY ML, so, to keep awake during an awake method (YOU CAN TRY SLEEP METHODDDDDSSS-)

leave my alter ego alone she likes to yell "use sleeping methods."

anyways! try coffee or an apple beforehand? someone said an energy drink, you could also try during naptimes? daytimes? when you just wake up? AND GOOD LUCK IM PROUD OF U

FUCK THE THOUGHT AND YEET IT OUT OF UR BRAIN, LITERALLY BULLY THAT NAGGING THOUGHT, LIKE SAY:

"NUH UH U DUMB BITCH GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY MIND NUH UH AINT HAPPENING I ALREADY HAVE A 95"

so sorry i acted up- ANYWAYS IT EASY ML, BANISH it, like literally BANISH it, throw it out and burn it-

ok so, in short, having that thought? "so what, bye, off u go"

I SWEAR I MISSED YALL EVEN MORE UGH

FUCK YEAH, remember, you're not "creating", you're simply deciding to live in a version of you that already was friends with that group and these people existed in the first place ofc. MWAH

PLEASE IM ROLLING- NO ML ITS OKAY I UNDERSTAND U ML.

okay first.

if so then lock me up rn first person bc this means that i am seeing things and did not manifest my 100 percent grades, growing taller, healthier hair, my desired body, etc etc.

my love seriously NO- WHAT DO U MEAN NOTHING IS REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL, it is, when you manifest it, you seriously did it, you can't say "OH I HAVE THIS" and it doesn't show up, you change your version, not the "reality" like you be cooking up some shit.

it's not:

OH I WANNA HAVE A CAR, LETS CREATE A REALITY I HAD A CAR,

it goes like this:

OH I WANNA HAVE A CAR, LETS BE THE VERSION THAT I HAVE THE CAR.

(im not mad at u ofc that's me acting up)

seriously those who manifested rn are THRIVING without the need of therapy or whatnot, and let me tell you, the first thing that LOA and those shifting things taught us? is to love yourself.

YES OF COURSE??????? IT WON'T BE DIFFERENT WHEN YOU PUT IT, seriously nothing will go the other way when you don't want it to go different.

DARL U SOUND LIKE ME I ALSO HAVE THEM EXAMS AT 1ST JUNE.

so, let's see, scared?

talk with yourself, sit yourself down and literally talk to the air if you like why is it that you're scared, why? go to the root and eliminate it, gently remind urself.

"but i already know i can, so why? these people who panic don't know the law, but i do!"

see? be gentle, fear is not something to push, don't EVER push fear away, simply PRY it away.

"never properly tried for the void."

"i want my life now."

THEN USE IT AND ENTER???????????

guys please, i love you all so so much like even more than myself but PUH-LEASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSE.

my darling you said you know it's real so you don't doubt it.

you tried 10k aff challenges.

you did this you did that.

and you want your life.

see the problem? you don't say "i have my life."

you say "i WANT my life." want what? be the version that has your life, void or not, i swear it's a click of a finger.

NAH IT'S NOT A GROUP SHIFT DATE (YET) BUT GO AHEAD ML, IT'S CALLED SHIFTING DARLING, pick a method of shifting, and set the intention to shift there, if you have questions of shifting search it up!

OKAY SO.

ts stuff is actually so powerful y'all, but first nope, no "wrong" thing will happen bc the creator himself said he added safety affs, he just put the warning there not for doing something wrong, he meant dont purposely use it for something bad bc it is highly suggestable, but i can understand, and rest assured, it's not going to implant it in the mind, simply listen to it once, then play your sub overnight or once before bed, DW MY LOVE IT'S SAFE, I'VE TRIED IT,

BUTTTTTTTTTTTT, of course i understand if you still feel uncomfortable, i for once may not continue to use it, it is too powerful for me and i could not sleep at all, switch it out with a regular booster, if u want! or simply use isochronic tones beforehand.

I ADORE AND LOVE U MORE OMGWYUEKRMLWHIGFRTYHNJW MWAH MWAH MWAH

SIT DOWN, AND SEE THE ROOT OF THE PROBLEM.

guys really, it's okay to feel like there's a block in your way, gently sit down and talk it out with yourself, you'll see what is in the way, and once you see it, simply work to take it off, done!

OH MY GOD MY MOOT? IWOIQDHEURGFVUEJQIWO YALL THAT'S MY BABY LOOK AT HER OMG WIOUEREJIWKOQPEHFGEI I WANNA GIGGLE.

I KNOW U CAN DO IT SO BAD OMG, MY ASK / INBOX IS OPEN FOR UR SUCCESS OMG.

STOP I'M GIGGLING TEE HEE QUWGYEWQJIIEHIRGWEIHJQ, MWAH MWAH MWAH EXACTLY LIKE SEEING PPL LIKE THIS GOING BACK TO THEIR ROOTS MAKES ME SO HAPYYYYYYYYYYYY

that's actually a good one! i promise to do it when i entered, thanks anon!

yessss, these are all possible according to UR BELIEFSSSSS, and my love i seriously understand you, don't worry ml i get u.

yup. back it up with belief.

OMG YEESSSS I CANNOT WAIT TO MEET EVERYONE THERE.

nah do whatever u want ml, mix both if u want!

im sorry waht.

OKAY SO I LAUGHED, HOPE U ENTER SOON DW, lets see, veg but wanna eat non veg...? i am so sorry i cannot say anything that maybe could offend a certain religion, i myself eat meat and i do not feel bad about it, but it is different for everyone of course! i cannot say about this, sorry.

YESSS PERFECTLY GOOD TOO.

last hope? darl nothing should be ur last "hope"

there is no "hope", only certainty, you ARE doing everything right, simply back it up with BELIEFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF in yourself, you are the method yourself.

okay so, this sounds like the hypnagogic/into void type of state, yknow? the whole symptoms you said is actually a sign it is ENTERING the void, not really FULLY in the void yet, in it you should only feel calmness, and pure peace, no heartbeat, not one feeling of "flying", you'll just feel formless.

wtf tumblr is not letting me post more pics, anyways here is the last remaining ppl:

"anon:

okay so please tell me if I might have shifted or if I'm just going crazy

so bathroom rods. random, I know. but we're getting a new house and we bought some for our bathrooms. however, my dad happened to buy some extras and neither he nor my mom could figure out why. then I told them that we'd discussed having extra rods outside the shower area to hang our dry clothes to change into. BOTH MY PARENTS DONT REMEMBER HAVING THAT CONVO. EVER. this is actually so insane to me like??"

that's shifting!

"anon:

genuine question how do I do an asleep method because I do NOT want to get up for school tomorrow I’d rather live in a castle"

THERE IS THOUSANDDDDDDDS, sleep and have pure belief, or by a subliminal, so any shifting sleep method, do sats, do hypnagogia, there's endless things.

oh my god that was a lot-

[berrymoos]

[🐕] ,, rg!jayce talis moodboard + headcanons!

what an itty bitty fellow amiright X33 there's not much rg jayce content out there which is a shame cus he's a cutiepie !!

[🐾] ʚɞ regresses to around 4ish, but can go a bit lower if he really really needs to. regresses due to stress of being a councillor whilst juggling responsibilities of hextech

[🐾] ʚɞ cgs are mel & viktor ; he doesn't have a preference for either persay, but he is naturally closer to viktor so he instinctively goes off to find him first when he drops. typically their titles are just mel & vik, but if he's extra teeny or his day was extra mean to him, mel is mama & viktor is baba. hates bein bad, especially on accident (vi can bring out the mischief in him, tho). praise this little guy. it brightens his day soso much, even if it's just for the little things like picking up his toys when he's all done with them. he gets super-duper smiley n he gets wiggly like a little puppy (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

[🐾] ʚɞ when he gets grumpy or fussy he tries to never ever ever take it out on his stuffies or his cgs. they have feelings, too, & it would be super mean if he hurt them cus he's upset !! D: but sometimes it happens, & even tho viktor reassures him that they could never be mad at him for expressing his emotions while mel kisses all of his stuffies' "boo-boos" better, jayce finds it difficult to rid the guilt

[🐾] ʚɞ dropping his stuffies on accident warrants bandaids for them ; for a while they got real bandaids, but after realizing how quickly they were running through them, mel encouraged jayce to make “magic bandaids; they're extra special because you get to make them!”. magic bandaids are just decorated pieces of scrap paper & tape, but they're fun cus jayce gets to play doctor & he gets to choose the fun design !! (magic bandaids aren't just for stuffies btw ; all of his friends have gotten their fair share ;3)

[🐾] ʚɞ stompy feet, but not always cus he's grumpy. for jayce, stompy feet & shirt tugging are one in the same—demanding attention. he does get a little grumpy when his demand for attention is denied for any reason, however ; that's when grumpy stompy feet occur

[🐾] ʚɞ clingy little boy. always has his fingers wrapped around the edge of viktor's sleeve as they read or leaning against mel as he "helps" with dinner (his helping consists of peering over her shoulder with curious eyes & occasionally taste-testing)

[🐾] ʚɞ LOVES DRAWING. SO MUCH. is absolutely spoiled with crayons, colored pencils, markers, paper ... you name it, he's already got it. his favorite thing to draw is candid portraits of mel & viktor ; their fridge is indeed covered in jayce's drawings. their walls do need to be washed constantly, tho, cus sometimes jayce gets too lost in his own little world & doodles on the walls. oops (⑅◞‸◟)

[🐾] ʚɞ rather easy to tell when he's upset cus he gets quiet, unenthused, & teary-eyed. on days like these, where his head isn't being very kind to him, mel & viktor will set up a movie day where jayce gets to snuggle with them, his favorite stuffie, his blankie, & allll his favorite snacks ♡

[🐾] ʚɞ will protest abt naptime, but give him some chocolate milk in his sippy & a warm chocolate chip cookie, he'll be out like a light in the seconds after it's in his tummy. bonus points if his cgs read to him ... ohhh he'll be down for good couple of hours (≧◡≦)♡

[thehomophobe]

Cuddles 😚

Freddy 🐻: Hands down the best for cuddles. If he's free, ask him and he'll definitely offer you a spot on his lap and in his arms. Definitely a big spoon, there's just no way you could handle tons of metal on top of you. Even Freddy wouldn't recommend that, he'd crush you. When you're (ever) free or in need of a mental break of it all, Freddy would always be there for a cuddle session. He's so warm, like a heated blanket. 10 out of 10 cuddles.

Chica 🐔: Of course she'll cuddle you! Little spoon or big spoon it don't matter. What matters is that you're happily snuggling together. While she maybe the smallest of the bunch, she's still pretty heavy. Don't ask about a woman's weight how dare you! Is prone to chat with you to the point where you stay up all night.

Monty 🐊: Cuddles are the best with Monty. Yes his body heat is lower than Freddy but that doesn't deter you. If you like colder surfaces then he's perfect for you. If not, well then he can't do anything about it. Claws---er---sharp nails would trace your skin. Freckles, pimple scars, stretch marks, a pointer finger would follow these ephemeral trails one after the other. Forgot to mention: Definite big spoon. Giant mass of metal would crush your body. Monty's already scared to scratch you, crushing you was out of the options. Sometimes you could hear a purring/snoring like sound when you lay on him.

Roxy 🐺: Yeah, she can go for a cuddle. The least likely to ask for cuddles. By that I mean you two cuddle involuntary. "On accident" if you will. Big spoon for her. The least she'll do is lay a hand on your waist or play with your hair.

Sun 🌞: He loves cuddles. Is prone to start cuddling you randomly; appearing out of nowhere and snuggling against the crook of your neck. You'll be tangled in long, gangly limbs and heated by a high energy using battery. Yes his internal body heat is higher than Freddy, you'll start sweat after a few minutes. It's surprising for someone so hyper-active to lay down and cuddle you in silence; even though he's buzzing on the inside, you're so small and cute laying against like this. Definite big spoon, however little spooning occurs when his battery runs low. A head would rest on your lap as he peacefully drifts off, mumbling drowsily about how much he loves you. You would pet his hair and kiss his forehead whilst he sleeps.

Moon 🌚: I keep forgetting to put this so: Big Spoon. To the point where he carries you, initiating cuddle time. 10 out of 10 cuddles btw, which isn't surprising cuz naptime is his specialty; he was made to do this. He'll stroke his fingers through your hair, singing lullabies. And it doesn't help that he smells like lavender. Out of all the animatronics, Moon has the coldest body heat, which is nice for those love the cold. But if you get cold easily, he swaddle you in blankets to warm you up. Can't have his star freezing now. It's also common for both you and Sun to have a little cuddle party together, with Sun and you sleeping while Moon caresses your huddled bodies underneath the glow-in-the-dark stars. 

[kacchans-cradle]

a couple little ochaco headcanons!! *ੈ✩‧₊˚

she regresses around the ages of 2-6, but prefers to use things that are geared towards and used by newborns like bibs and extremely soft and tiny blankets

was a caregiver for izuku at some point and liked it, but flat out ignored her own new-found regression to the point where it was only brought to light when izuku found her crying out of frustration that her body wasn't doing what she wanted it to do--which was be there for her friend no matter what. after a very long talk and many more tears however, the two of them agreed that just being playmates would make izuku just as, if not happier (•̀ᴗ•́ )و

is very much not conscious of herself when she walks, so when she's walking around it's like if a little dinosaur was stomping around and babbling

her primary caregivers tsuyu, bakugo and mina sometimes have to go through a lot of effort to make sure ochaco's not hiding her feelings for the sake of inconveniencing them, like warming up her baby bottles or needing to be changed

naptime isn't interesting to her, but listenting to iida speak in funny voices when he's reading a bedtime story to her and some others definitely is

her cgs were for a while convinced that ochaco was around 8-10 because of how grown up she tried to act in the beginning

when kaminari vocally stims, she likes to copy him and they both just start stimming off each other

tsuyu makes an effort of getting her to develop healthy eating habits while little. ochaco's often reminded that she she doesn't have to be hungry to eat food, and it's all okay

she seems like she's listening sometimes, but you're gonna have to repeat yourself one more time so she actually gets it

" i can do it, i'm a big girl !! " is a common phrase you'll hear out of her

her and kirishima play-fight a lot and it isn't rare to see her springing to life out of nowhere and tackling him

likes wearing legless or full-body onesies because she thinks they're adorable

very messy eater, and mina's glad she likes bibs because they save her the trouble of cleanup after ochaco's finished eating

[thatone-brightstar]

someone i saw in a dream once...| C. Berzatto x fem!reader oneshot

a/n: creds to the lovely @thebearer bc i love her dad!carm blurbs and wanted to try it out myself... loved it btw. happy holidays and happy new year to you all 🎄✨🧸

ps. I was actually gonna call this "a very merry hoe-liday special" lol

WARNINGS: smut, piv unprotected sex, dirty talk, reader is on birth control but isn't mentioned (wrap it up IRL tho), minors DNI but you'll do what you want so don't say I didn't warn you

“Yours?” He asked lazily.

“Uh… no.” A nervous laugh escaped your chest from your space on the warm bed, one of his arms wrapped around you as the other played with your hand above the covers. “I don’t wanna argue about why we haven’t baptized her yet, again.”

“That’s fair.” He responded with a chuckle. 

“Yours?” You asked back.

Carmy shook his head immediately. “Fuck no.” 

“Y’know, she’s gonna ask why we’ve never been to her Grams when she’s older…” 

“And when she’s older. I’ll tell her ‘bout the time her ‘Grams’ ran the car through the living room on Christmas Eve.” He stayed silent for a little longer and you moved your gaze from your intertwined hands to his creased brows. 

As best as you could, you pulled your other arm from under the covers and up to caress the side of his jaw, drawing his eyes back to you.

“I don’t wanna put her through that shit.” 

You nodded and offered a thin smile “No- I know.” then dropped your head back over his warm chest. “We don’t have to do anything. We’ll just stay here, watch somethin’ make breakfast… and maybe see the lights when it’s not so cold out.”

“You think she’ll like that?”

“Oh yeah,” You reassured. “Pjs all day, presents and The Grinch? She’s gonna eat that shit up.” Your words made Carmy chuckle again, the sour memory buried back as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. 

“I dunno why she likes that movie…” He murmured, adding kiss after kiss around your beaming face. “Fuckin’ green thing’s creepy.”

You laughed and slid your arms around his neck while he dropped slowly over your laying body. “Probably reminds her of you, you grinch.”

“Oh yeah? You think I’m a grinch?” Carmy teased, smiling as he continued to drag his lips along your skin, down the side of your jaw and to the little spot against your neck that drew shaky breaths.

One of his hands pushed against the plush mattress to hold himself up while the other began to rake smoothly up your naked thigh. You nodded in agreement, giggling when the soft curls tickled the side of your cheek.

“Save it for naptime-” You reminded him. “Your kid’s got the best timing-”

Almost like clockwork, three little knocks barely rattled the door and you raised your brows up at Carmy.  ‘Told ya’ you mouth at him then asked teasingly “Who is it?”.

A little giggle made it past the wood, followed by a tiny voice. “Me mamma!” And another three hurried knocks.

“Come in!” You sang back again as Carmy pushed himself off you and you leaned up just in time to hear the door creak and catch the tiny human hurling herself into the unmade bed. “Omf!”

“Merry Christmas!” She shouted with extended arms once she managed to balance herself over the duvet on her knees. 

She threw her tiny arms around both of your necks and pulled you in for a hug as tight as her little strength allowed her. You corresponded the embrace, one arm circling her, while the other hugged Carmy. 

“Oh merry Christmas, pretty girl! Did you go see what Santa brought you?” You asked, pushing back the wild hairs she had inherited from her father. She shook her head no. 

“Aren’t you curious?” Carmy asked and she nodded. “Cause I think I heard a little bell last night…”

That was enough to rattle her excitement even more, a gasp obvious over her flushed cheeks and before you could say anything else, she dragged herself off the bed and onto the floor. 

“C’mon Daddy!” The little girl ordered, taking his hand and dragging him out the room with her. 

Your smile beamed as you waved a teasing goodbye at him, then threw yourself back, stretching your limbs into the bed. 

“Mommy hurry up!” You heard travel through the hallway and sighed out a short laugh.

“Comin’!”

**********

“Vale, baby, not so close to the tv, okay?” You reminded the toddler from your space by the kitchen counter, slicing up fruit for breakfast.

“I don’t get it…” Carmy continued muttering by your side while whisking the batter. 

You sniggered at his tone and shrugged. The theme song to the movie played through the speakers again and you could hear her little voice sing along as the stuffy in her hands danced to the tune. 

“I mean, what even is he?”

“a who…” You answered obviously and he furrowed his brows again.

“a what?”

“No daddy-“ She turned around and pushed herself up on the back of the couch to try and appear bigger, stuffed grinch hanging loosely from one of her hands. “a who!”

You laughed as Carmen nodded jokingly, mouth trapped in an obvious ‘oh’ shape and the sound of your laugh made her giggle even harder, before carefully crawling off the couch and padding her way into the kitchen beside him.

“What’cha making?” She asked curiously, standing on her socked toes beside him but barely reaching the top of the counter with her nose.

“Pancakes. You wanna help?” He asked and she nodded excitedly. 

Carmy turned to you with a small smile while wiping his hands on his rag, then moved down to pick up the awaiting child, who wrapped her tiny legs as much as she could around his torso.

“Alright chef Valentina,” He began, making her giggle and curl up against his side. “ wanna pour the chips in?”

He sat her on the edge by the bowl and handed her the cup filled to the brim with chocolate chips. It took both of her little hands to hold it and with slightly clumsy movements, she poured them in slowly. 

“Atta girl…” He whispered, holding the bowl steady so she could whisk them in, and something about the sweetness in his tone warmed your heart.

You eyed them every few seconds, an ever present smile on your face. It really did warm your heart to see him that way, sweet and nurturing and kind. Carmy was what you always hoped to find in a partner one day, the kind of person you dreamed about but always assumed you’d never have; yet there he was, perfectly present as he helped your daughter flip pancakes for christmas breakfast. 

“Mommy look!” She called towards you, making your smile grow twice as big, if that was even possible.

“I see baby, good job!” You praised too and moved to their side.

She stood on her step stool over the pan, at a careful distance from the fire, while you and Carmy guarded her sides. A kiss was placed on her wild hair as you brushed your hand over her back then laced in into Carmy’s arm, leaning your head on his shoulder. A pleasant feeling of contentment washed over you.

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Breakfast took up most of your morning, between batter stains and sticky blueberry maple syrup, it was as if the tiring action of flipping a couple pancakes had worn your daughter out and before her plate was finished, her head had begun tipping into it every few seconds. 

Carmy chuckled as he watched her chew herself to sleep for the third time while he got up to start clearing out the table. 

“I got it.” You whispered, afraid to wake her up, though she was already out like a light against her high chair. “You go put her to bed.”

“Alright little grinch,” He cooed and as soon as he pulled her up from her chair, her limp body draped over his chest. “how does a nap sound?” 

Carmy kept mumbling sweet words and rubbing her back in a soothing manner as he carried her into the room. You would have joined them, but he was always the better one to put her to sleep. Something about him gave her a calming and safe sensation. 

While Carmy took his time in your daughter’s room, you began to tidy up the kitchen. The ending scenes of the grinch passed through and the last songs served as ambience while you worked. You hummed along to the soundtrack, washing the last few dishes, when an arm gingerly circled your waist and the warmth of his chest pressed to your back. 

“Merry Christmas.” He whispered beside your ear, pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek as a beautifully wrapped box appeared in front of you.

You half turned to him with a soft smile pushing up against your cheeks. “Carm, we said no presents…”

“Just open it… you’re gonna love it.” Carmy said with his characteristic shy smile as he took the soapy dish from you and handed you a drying rag.

You dried your palms and took the small box with caution. After undoing the ribbon and slowly pulling off the lid, a beautiful heart locket shone back at you, taking your breath away. With a slow finger you traced the soft ridges and the delicate designs, as if a piece of lace had been dipped in molten gold then shaped into the small work of art

“Oh Bear, it's beautiful…” 

“And you can open it too” He added and unhooked his arm from around your hip to take the box back in his hands. 

Carefully, he picked  it up and pinched the sides open to reveal a tiny photo inside. It was from a few months back, you remembered the day. The Bear had just received its second star and Carmy and Syd had decided to close that day to offer another friends & family dinner. Richie had taken it outside the restaurant just before service. Carmy stood in the middle, with his pristine chef’s whites slightly unbuttoned, Val sat on his shoulders in her best dress and full of glee and you leaned onto his side, left hand cupping his cheek and glowing engagement ring full on display.

You sucked in your bottom lip to avoid the tears threatening to spill out, then turned to him fully and beamed with joy up at him. “You’re right, I love it.” 

His proud smile reached the little creases decorating the sides of his eyes before he leaned down to kiss you with adoration. 

Before he could go any further, Carmy blindly placed the necklace back into its box, then slid his fingers past your jaw, burying them in your hair. The movement of his desperate lips over yours left you breathless and despite not wanting to, you moved your face to the side to inhale a few deep and shaky breaths. He stayed glued to your skin, peppering wet kisses over your cheek, jaw and holding your hair up above your neck to grant him greater access into the area.

His other hand roamed down the side of your curves until it reached your hips, then it slid under the thin fabric of your shirt and up again, where it found your naked chest. His thumb skimmed over the tender skin of your nipple, making your hands tighten their grasp around the nape of his neck and sigh out another breath.

“Is she…” You tried to ask but failed as he continued his soft movements. 

“Asleep? Yeah.” He answered in a deep tone and hungry searched your lips once more.

With each stroke of his thumb and pull on your hair, you could feel him grow harder against your abdomen and the images crossing your mind didn’t help calm the arousal in your gut either.

“Good.” You smiled against his kiss and pulled him in deeper. “Room. Now.”

That’s all it took before he nodded rapidly and began taking quick steps forward, guiding you through the short hallway and into your bedroom, shutting the door lightly. Once at the foot of the bed, Carmy pulled your shirt off in one swift movement and dumped it somewhere on the floor. Now both of his hands held you by your ribcage, both palms massaging your chest and pulling little moans from your joined mouths.

“Fuck- I love you so much.” He groaned, slowly dropping you against the mattress and without daring to detach from your kiss, followed close behind.

Your hands found their own way to his hips, desperately pulling at the hem of his shirt until it was over his head in seconds, disheveling his hair even more. “I love you so much.” You mumbled back. 

Your clothes laid discarded around the room in a few seconds, leaving you buried in between the covers and him. A long sigh parted your chest when you finally felt the sweet relief of his cock inside you, matching his tempo with the strokes of his tongue against yours. Your legs parted even deeper to make space for his thrusts, one thigh wrapped around his hips to accentuate them even harder.

“Fuck- Carm-” You moaned close to his face, trying to be as quiet as you could with him slamming into you.

“Shh, shh- you’re doin’ so good baby-” He praised as he adjusted his weight on his arm and wrapped the other around your thigh, pulling it higher up. “God, you feel so- fuuck”

His movements faltered for a second and he gave a soft breathy laugh that fanned the side of your face, then he placed another kiss over your collar bone and began to slam even faster into you. 

Your soft cries vibrated against his skin and fueled his pace, almost rocking the headboard against the wall. Carmy rested his forehead against yours, looking directly into your eyes as he pulled your other leg up and spaced them both beside your elbows. The new change in position had you feeling him so deep in your core you could almost taste him and the way your eyes started to lose focus plastered a grin across his face.

“You love it when I fuck you like that, huh?” He asked in a breathless tone, but all you could do was nod frantically. “So fuckin’ beautiful…” He mumbled over and over.

Each stroke felt deeper than the last, the only indication of your upcoming orgasm was the brows screwed over your face and the trembling of your thighs. Carmy rocked himself continuously into you until you couldn’t take it anymore. A thousand little lights exploded behind your eyes, making your back arch away from the bed and your nails dig into his sturdy shoulders. Your walls contracted against his thick cock as he pushed in a few more strokes, before his chest shuttered with a contained groan and he let himself fall carefully over your panting chest.

Carmy pushed himself off you with effort and rolled to your side, then hooked his arm under your shoulders and pulled you to rest over his still rapidly beating heart.

“How does a nap sound?” He whispered over your head after a few silent minutes.

You chuckled at his tone but nodded in agreement, tracing little shapes over his chest until his beats took a more relaxed tempo and the breaths fanning over your hair grew longer and heavier.

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[siswritesyanderes]

i mightve asked this before, in which case go ahead and ignore this lmao. which characters would be the best vs worst when handling an autistic darling?

Oooh, this is a cool question! I would say it depends on the particular symptoms the person has, so I'll go over some symptoms and which yanderes would respond best vs. worst.

avoidance of eye-contact

Obviously, shy, autistic, or autistic-coded yanderes would work really well with this (and other) symptom(s). Your Donatello's, your Newt's, arguably your Peter Parker's. Also, yanderes who are able to sense when their darling's attention is on them supernaturally or just out of sheer social aplomb. Elves, for example, would be great with someone who doesn't like eye contact, because their body language conventions differ as a result of being able to communicate mentally.

Roxanne Wolf would be distinctly bad for this, based on her need for attention as demonstrated in Help Wanted 2. But she's also not beyond reason when it matters, as we've seen in Ruin DLC, so I'm sure communicating about it is on the table.

sensory reactivity

Okay, I think Dr. Strange would very specifically be bad for this, because his movies are all swirling kaleidoscopes of magic that would definitely be sensory overload in real life, and I have mentioned before that I don't see him as a considerate yandere. If anything, he might enjoy inducing sensory overload for the express purposes of making his darling require comfort, care, and isolation from others.

On the other hand, and maybe a weird pull for this, but Zafrina from Twilight would be great. Alec, too. Both have powers that would be super helpful when darling is overwhelmed.

Druig is able to just make everyone nearby shut up, which he would employ liberally.

food sensitivity/pickiness

Yanderes who enjoy cooking could go both ways on this. I could see some being offended by negative feedback and some taking it as being gifted with the challenge of meeting their darling's standards. Teruteru from Danganronpa and Esme from Twilight would both probably be good about receiving feedback and making changes. Super eager to please. Esme more so than Teruteru; he might get offended at first.

Rich and royal yanderes would delight in someone picky. They would love to be able to send food back with new, highly specific orders because darling doesn't like grapes with soft spots. Your Tony Stark's, your Byakuya Togami's, your Toph Beifong's, your Coriolanus Snow's.

Ralph from DBH would be a problem. He has a very weak grasp on what humans eat and a very high sensitivity to negative feedback. (Wait, he's just like me...)

resistance to changes in routine

This one would be a problem for yanderes who feel a need to go on adventures and trips with their darling. Which isn't necessarily the same as adventurous yanderes. Some adventurous yanderes might enjoy the idea of their darling staying behind at home keeping to a comfortable routine. But the ones who want their darling along on the adventure would be problematic. The Doctor, for example. Especially Eleven; he gets bored easily.

Whereas I think a lot of superheroes would like the idea of keeping their darling sequestered away, living predictably and comfortably. Clark Kent, Steve Rogers, Druig...The only catch is that some of them (Druig) would probably be a bit condescending about it.

I think Daycare Attendant would be great for routine. Coloring time, snack time, naptime, same time every day, sign them up! Also condescending, but they genuinely can't help it because it's how they're programmed.

Technically, Phineas and Ferb keep to a very specific routine, albeit a pretty tiring/potentially overwhelming one.

sorting things

This would be great for the disorganized genius character type. A Bruce Banner, if you will. An organized genius probably already has a system and might have trouble with someone sorting things differently than they have them. A distinctly slovenly character probably wouldn't mind either way.

hyperfixation

Yo, Queen from Deltarune would be the best for this. She would create an inescapable palace of the thing darling likes. Swatch and the Swatchlings would be involved.

stimming

There might be a problem if the yandere is easily distracted and needs to focus on something else. The main one I can think of who fits that description is Percy Jackson. That's not a distaste thing; just a pragmatic issue. Yanderes who experience sensory overload might also have an issue with it. My first thought was Queen Elsa.

On the other hand, Leo Valdez would love to make little stim toys for his darling. Donatello, too.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 103)

The nest was full of movement. Uzi was officially a week overdue… and justifiably moody.

She was getting colder, little needlepoints of chill bubbling up from underneath silicone, and so she kept getting up to throw more blankets over her- and then she'd have to rearrange them until she was satisfied with it.

She was getting to the point where she was making a nest within a nest, curled up tight in blankets.

N and Tera were together, sitting just outside the entrance to the nest. N's nerves on frayed ends, something was going to happen tonight. Something big- something life changing.

“Papa?” But before that, there was his daughter to tend to.

N smiled down at her, there was tiredness I'm his eyes, but he was never too tired for her.

“What is that stuff?” She pointed out to the creeping growths that could now be seen from the nest, soon there would be no more safe spaces.

“It's kinda gross looking isn't it?” He hummed. she held his hand with both of hers as they looked over the landscape. She nodded, making a disgusted face.

“Thats why Mommy and I are working so hard, to get away from it.” He explained; he didn't want to tell her the exact stakes, he didn't want to scare her.

“Danger?” She asked again. Cocking her head.

“Yeah. It is. But we'll keep you safe from it. Don't worry.”

She looked back at the distant tendrils and hissed threatingly, glaring at it.

N chuckled, “Or you can keep us safe!” He tickled her sides, making her squeal with laughter and kick her feet.

It was only after she got breathless when he stopped, laughing lightly along with her light giggles.

“Wanna help…” She said after a moment, crawling back into her dad's lap and wrapping herself in his coat. Looking up at him.

“You can help by being the most adorable kid in the world.” N booped her visor. And she laughed, blinking sleepily.

“I think it's naptime…”

Before either drone had a chance to make good on their naptime promise. Uzi yelped from inside the nest, followed by a whimper of pain.

N's core dropped into his stomach.

Tera popped awake as well, clambering to sit up. “Mama!’

N stuck his head into the nest, where Uzi was within her mini-nest, propped up on a pillow with a blanket covering her abdomen, she had a hand on top of it.

“N!” She called, sounding alarmed and distressed. “I think-!” She's interupted by a full body shudder and a warning on her HUD. [INTERNAL DAMAGE DETECTED!]

Cr-rack!

There's the sound of splintering silicone and Uzi whined, heat flooded her entire body and every single one of her internal fans kicked on at once.

“Oh! Oh it's happening!” N felt a mixture of joy and fear wash over him as he fumbled over everything trying to reach her, Tera crawled up onto his shoulder and held onto his hair for support.

Uzi blinked before tears came into her eyelights, pain and happiness mixing together into a powerful cocktail of emotion she couldn't contain.

Happiness was quickly ursurped by agony- another wave of pain and the sound of more silicone cracking like an egg.

“F-fuck!” She cursed, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes. “Oh gobo-JeSUS!” She yelped and reached for his hand which nearly crushes his own with how hard she gripped

He winced before smiling down at his girlfriend. “It's alright, you got this.”

He sat Tera down so he could take a peek underneath the sheet covering Uzi's bottom half, he's underneath for half a second before he came back out, gulping and eyelights hollow.

“oh…”

Uzi does not like his expression in the slightest, she gripped the bedding underneath her. “What?! What does that mean?!”

“You're uh…” His voice faded out. “You're open…uhm.” He made a gesture with his hands, splitting them apart down the middle almost like a bear trap.

Uzi gulped, but can't say anything due to the pain clogging her throat. N just returned to his place holding her hand.

CRACK!

She couldn't hold back the scream, so she instead bit into a pillow to muffle it, her grip tightened around N's hand so much he could feel the metal bend and hear it groan.

He didn't say anything though, just smiled and pet her hair, cooing to try and give some comfort to her.

“Breathe. Okay? We've prepped for this haven't we?” He suggested softly, and guided his mate through a breathing technique Uzi had written off as stupid before.

“In. One, two three. Out.” He did it with her, and it worked for a moment before she's squeezing his hand again, this time though, she felt all the extra weight she'd been carrying for six and a half months drop suddenly-

“Guess who's back!” Someone came sailing into the nest without a care in the world… it's V, holding a worker arm before dropping it the second she hears Uzi's unearthly scream.

“Oh shit!”

“V you have the words shittiest timing!” Uzi grunted, burying her head in N's shoulder as her body jolts from pain.

V crept up to Uzi's other side, offering a second hand for Uzi to punish mercilessly, which she does. And V doesn’t even wince when her hand bends.

N had to leave Uzi's side to dip his head underneath the blanket again, this time he stays a little longer before reamerging.

“You're gonna hate me… but you have to push!”

Uzi just nodded, whimpering as with another wave of pain, she pushed along with it, compounding it, it's so painful she saw stars.

She needed somewhere to bury her head, but N was to busy tending to another part of her that she couldn't- until V shoves her head into her shoulder instead.

She pet the back of her head, being a rock against crashing tides.

Uzi sobbed along with each push, gripping onto V like she's the only thing keeping her alive and then-

“One more! You can do it!”

“I-I Can't! I can't!” She trembled, voice scratchy from her screaming and sound watery from tears.

“Yes you can! One more! I promise!” Her mate encouraged her, and with a yell she did, one more time.

Snap!

Something shifted and she felt the pain let up immediately, she breathed heavily into her freinds embrace, and loosened her grip. V stroked her back, Uzi didn't complain.

An ear peircing cry broke into the nest, the sound of a very, very healthy set of new lungs breathing for the first time.

“You did it! Oh god… Uzi you did it!” N exclaimed happily, barely heard over the crying. She doesn't respond, she's still trying to catch her breath.

N feels the tears in his visor as he wipes his child clean.

In his arms was a small, squishy version of a dissasembly drone, with conical arms and booted legs that matched his own, wrapped around the tiny body is a tail with a nanite canister, glowing bright white; it lacked a stinger though… which was probably very good for Uzi.

The babies head was covered in locks of silvery blonde hair, five glowing balls rested on his head, and their eyelights were white though closed and still screaming.

“Hey! Shhhh, shhhh, It's okay, it's okay…” N brought the newborn up to his chest to listen to his core, they were quite a bit larger then a pillbaby, but still smaller then Tera.

The baby slowly stopped crying, turning into sniffles as their eyelights drifted around the nest.

“Thats it…” N hummed.

Uzi slowly lifted herself out of V's shoulder, soaked in sweat and still panting softly. V didn't rush her, instead just pushed purple hair out of her face.

Uzi made a breathless but appreciative noise in response. V laughed.

“You did it… you wanna see?” Her voice was soft, caring, if Uzi didn't know better, she'd probably assume it wasn't V.

Uzi slowly turned to look at N, who was enraptured in the sight of his new son, who was balling his little fists up and wriggling absently.

They made eye contact, tears welling up in both of their eyes as her son was gently placed on her chest, he farther calmed down with the sound of her core.

“Heh… oh my god…” Uzi croaked out, brushing some silvery hair out of the little one's face.

“Jesus, he's your mini-me N.” V commented, smirking as she leans back, watching the dents in her hand heal out of the corner of her eye.

“H-he is…” Uzi smiled though the dull pain still thrumming through her.

Tera silently crawled into V's lap, having been very quiet while all this was going on. V laid a hand on her head. “It's okay. It's over.”

N and Uzi embraced tightly, careful to mind the newborn between them.

“I love you. I love you so much.” N nearly sobbed, tail wrapping around them protectively, Uzi just tilted her head up and kissed him; locking them together for at least a minute.

V rolled her eyes and covered Tera's visor… which Tera just peeked over, not like she hadn't seen her parents kissing before anyway.

“I love you too…” Uzi sighed, nuzzling up into his chin. The newborn raised a little fist up at them.

“And you… Bishop.”

“Yeah… that's your name isn't it buddy?” N cooed down, Bishop babbled back up at them.

Uzi leaned back into V and Tera, startling the female dissasembler for a moment before she simply accepted it. “Don't get too comfortable with me now…”

“Mm. You just babied me like you were my mom. Hush.” Uzi quipped back tiredly, and V laughed back.

“Heh… yeah well… you need someone looking after you.”

“Hey…” N began to protest lightly.

“She needs another girl looking after her. You don't count. You're her boyfriend.” replied, though her statement lacked any bite.

Tera clambered up into her Mom's lap to look at the addition that caused so much commotion, cocking her head as both siblings locked eyes.

“Brother!” She beamed immediately, leaning in- but not too close. “Here! Not shy!”

The three adults laughed together. Uzi safe between two killing machines, and both her kits safe and sound.

“Yeah! He's here now! His name is Bishop!” N smiled back, lifting her into his arms so she could get a better look without putting pressure on an already worn out Uzi.

“Bi-Bis-” She struggled a little with his name. So she shortened it. “B!”

He wagged his tail; giving his first smile…

Uzi found a shoulder to bury into, not caring if it was V or N, she was exhausted… and a nap sounded pretty good right about now.

She got dual purrs in response, and she quickly booted off to recover. The last thing hitting her audials being N;

“We've got the kids… get some rest…”

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 11: Naptime

Y'all had your fun, now it's back to business. This goes from 0 to 100 real fast so please pay attention to the content warning, also adding a read more just in case.

Word count: 956

Content warning: mentions of blood, injury, child death, reader descresion is advised

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It's naptime, and you're not asleep.

Oh, how you would be if you could. How you so desperately wish that you could. You stand no chance at reaching the light switch. No chance at saving the day. The only thing you can do is sit crowded in a hidden corner of the play structure with the few kids you could grab. Like a coward. Arms tightly around them to try and shield them as best you can from the danger lurking outside. 

You think, hope, pray, that some of them are actually asleep out there. That they didn't get woken up by the screams of the children who happened to wake up. The others though, god the others, you can't, you won't-these kids need you. Need you to be brave, need you to protect them. You don't think you can.

One of them makes a small whimper, you near silently shush her, pulling her more into your chest so if she sobs, it'll be muffled. She clings to you tightly, and you suppress a wince. The wound across your chest thankfully isn't deep, but it hurt, and you had no way to stop the bleeding currently. 

You had felt your entire world shut down at that moment. Witness everything come plummeting down so suddenly. Instead of not being able to look away from a car crash, you were experiencing the crash. And it hurt.

You blame yourself, even if someone else would argue it's not your fault. You didn't know. Hell, you don't think even Sun knew. Is he even okay? Is he gone too? Not until it happened. Not until you turned off the lights. 

"Alright," You turn, watching as Moon appears, "Everybody's down for the count, they're pretty exhausted from freeze tag so we should have an easy go of it. In the meantime, I found my copy of The Princess Bride, I say we find a good vantage point and get a couple chapters in. What do you say to that?"

No response. He just stares at you. 

This has been happening sometimes lately, you think it may just be a delay in the switch. You know he's been self-conscious about it, so you try to make light of it. 

You make a radio noise with your mouth, "Cht. Earth to Moon-man. This is mission control, requesting cuddles and story-time while on the job. Do you copy?"

Something clicks. 

"Ye-yes, yes, let's... do that," He shakes his head, seeming, groggy. 

You giggle quietly, "Are you sure you don't need a nap, sleepy head?"

It takes another second, you swear you see his optics flash another color before he shakes his head again, chuckling. 

"Not at all," He offers his hand to you, "Shall we?"

You grin to yourself, doing your best to contain your excitement. You've been waiting for ages to get into this book with him. Not to mention spending unrestricted one-on-one time.

You take it, feeling a rush once the two of you start flying through the air. 

From there, things are good. Great even. You and Moon are able to get through the prologue and first chapter or so. The problem arises when suddenly, the power goes out to the rest of the Plex. 

You look up, instinctively putting a hand on the arm Moon has around you, "What's going on?"

"I'm, not sure."

The sudden lack of noise rouses one of the kids, he sits up, rubbing at his eyes with a yawn. 

"Ah, shoot, Morgan's up. Here, help me down and I'll-" You're suddenly cold as Moon abruptly stands up, jumping down from the play structure without a word.

Confused, you follow after him, taking a nearby slide.

You walk over to where he towers over the boy-not his usual routine for these things that should have been your first clue-and get there in time to overhear;

"It's past your bedtime."

That's, not his usual voice. Well, it is. But there's something off about it.

Morgan notices too, he looks a bit frightened by the gravely sound. 

Moon's faceplate tilts to the side, "Naughty children must be punished."

It's then that you think to look down to his hand where, when did he get claws. Why would Moon ever need claws, that kind of upgrade is only for Monty or Freddy-

He's raising his hand, Morgan is cowering. You need to move.

Without thinking, you dash in between the two, arms out wide to shield the child behind you. 

Moon hesitates, stuttering, glitching, but his hands slices across your chest all the same. 

Morgan screams, you hiss at the pain. Moon suddenly disappears into the dark above the Daycare. And kids start to wake up.

Everything from there is a blur. You remembering panicking, trying to calm down crying kids. your chest being on fire, and then everything suddenly getting ten times worse.

You still don't know what's going on out there. Out in the rest of the Plex. You don't know why no one has come to check on you all, come to save you, nobody's going to save you, just done something. But you have no way of reaching out. No way of getting out of here either. For now, you have to survive. You have to. You have to try.

You become aware of someone looking at you before you actually see the light crawl across the floor before landing on you and the backs of the kids.

Your grip becomes firmer, face more determined, as the sound of bells gets closer and closer. You take a deep breath, and steel your gaze to look at him. 

Red eyes face yours on the other side of the plastic cage.

It's naptime. And you're not asleep.

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Wow man, I was uh, yeah I don't know where this came from. Oof. Angst AND horror. My b guys. ANYWHO Three promptobers in a day, my writing brain is BACK baby (it has been gone for several weeks bc of sinusitis, but I'll talk about that more in the CS ch. 35 update) The other promptobers I've done are here if you haven't seen them already. The previous ones haven’t been as intense horror-wise as this so if you're looking for something a little chiller I would suggest giving them a try. Thanks for reading!

[eulaliasims]

Round 6: Midwife 2 / 6

Elmet's task is to befriend Willow, because she's the only wolf that actually comes when he does the 'summon wolves' thing. Willow loves to get almost to the friend stage and then leave the lot entirely.

Elmet: Hey. What are you doing up?

Helenet: I woke up and there was absolutely no one else at all in my bed. Such a travesty.

Elmet: Well, clearly we'd better correct that.

Helenet: Oooh—

Elmet: What? What?

Helenet: Well, apparently my mother was right when she said sex can bring on labor—

Welcome, Fiona! I couldn't think of a moon-related name for you, I hope that's okay. Also, this is the sixth female baby in a row born in Veridia. This is gonna be a girl-heavy cohort I guess.

Helenet: So this is one strike against the magical werewolf sense theory… unless you were deliberately telling me the opposite answer to prove my theory wrong.

Elmet: Helenet, dear one, my love: why the fuck would I do that?

Helenet: No, sorry, you wouldn't.

Elmet: I think you need more sleep.

Helenet: It's just, if werewolves could really sense the sex of a baby before they're born, imagine what other things we could learn about them! And then what if you could smell other things about people, like health conditions? So many possibilities!

Elmet: Sleep. Naptime for Netty. Give me the baby and go to sleep.

Elmet isn't letting Arturo get out of holding this baby and just plonks Fiona into his arms before he can protest.

But Arturo is rather fond of all the children (including Angus). Now that he lives here, he often swoops in autonomously to take care of the babies before either Elmet or Helenet can get there.

Eisu: Isn't she precious? Hello, darling.

Arturo: I admit to being very fond of this one as well.

Eisu: So any chance we'll be seeing a little Arturo too in the future?

Arturo: What? Oh, you mean progeny of my own. I am not capable of such things, as far as I know. More importantly, I think everyone agrees that two babies and one teenager is plenty.

I thought Helenet deserved to go out and have some fun on her own, so she left the boys to hold down the fort and went to visit the market, where she ran into Diseta.

Helenet: Everything alright? You look a bit down.

Diseta: It's... things I am not going to talk about with one of the kids nearby.

Helenet: Oh. D'you want to come by later and talk?

Diseta: Not really. Thanks, though.

She also stops to chat with one of her current patients, Aífe.

Aífe: Have you heard the latest rumor? I don't believe it, personally.

Helenet: What, did Brigid Salter fight another teenager?

Aífe: Everyone would believe that rumor, Helenet.

This seems like a safe spot to play with your toddler.

Oh, a lullaby for Lune. Thanks.

[thatawkwardmoth]

It's a normal Sunday afternoon. Jean is on the couch. She's done tidying up the place for Sunday dinner. Rachel and Scott, ever acting like the same person, are building a tower together. And Rachel is an odd little kid. All the ones Jean and Scott have known, all her preschool classmates, they want to destroy right after they build. They want to watch it all crash down and clap happily.

Rachel enjoys building it, especially with Scott's help. He makes sure it's stable and knows where to place the blocks so it doesn't topple over. Rachel becomes very distraught if it falls before she's ready to deconstruct it block by block. 

So she sits on her Dad's lap, the same pensive look in their faces as they make a giant city on the living room carpet of the Boathouse. Jean is watching with a soft smile, mostly asleep after a long day, but she can't sleep yet. This scene is too precious to miss. Her husband is so soft with Rachel. His voice is calming as he praises her on her tower skills, giving Ray time to decompress after her own long day. 

This hour of 'quiet time,' as Scott calls it, is needed. Sometimes it's just because they have a hyper toddler who needs time to mellow out before naptime. Other times it's because Ray's already budding powers have overstimulated her. Feeling people's emotions around a bustling school isn't easy. 

Jean reaches out telepathically, just picking up her daughter's surface thoughts. She's tired and thinking about just falling asleep on her daddy because he'll let her. He'll let her sleep in his and Jean's bed if Jean doesn't put her foot down. 

Scott's thoughts, ever present in her mind, are worrying about them both. As always. He's wondering if, when he checks Rachel's lunchbox, if she ate everything. If Jean's feet still hurt from the heels she had to wear to a conference with the Professor yesterday, if his team is going to be able to complete the danger room scenarios he has queued up. Jean lets him worry, he always does. 

"Ray, you ready to take it apart?" Scott asks. He's noticed how heavy Rachel's eyes have gotten. Rachel pouts and shakes her head.

"Mama, move it?" She asks Jean, yawning as she curls up in her father's lap, bright curls tickling his chin. Jean sighs like it's something she wasn't expecting. Rachel is an only child, she can have her creations be moved to her designated area of the living room and it won't be destroyed come morning by anyone. It's something she's realized early on. If it's moved out of the walkway, she won't have to pack it all up. 

Meaning Jean spends a lot of her time 'training' as she tells Scott and the Professor by moving Rachel's creations telekinetically from one spot to another. Rachel always claps like she's never seen it before.

"There you go. Remember honey, Aunt Ororo's coming by tonight. So are a few other people. You might have to put your blocks away." Scott reminds her as he stands, her head on his shoulder. For a second, Scott's thoughts are a mess. Jean can't help but melt at them. 

Whenever Scott does anything with Rachel or anything happens with her, even just someone mentioning her name sometimes, his thoughts pause. They automatically think of her as still a baby. His hand sometimes cradles her neck when he's holding her a certain way, he still checks her car seat buckles even if she's at the phase where she 'can do it herself, daddy!'

It's comforting. And part of the reason Jean doesn't want another baby. Her sister keeps asking her when she's going to have her second. 

"Rachel's not getting any younger!" Sara says constantly. "Neither are you, Jeannie." 

And Jean knows that. Her biological clock is running out. But how could she have another baby? 

It's mainly the mutant situation and the hate coming towards their people that stop her and Scott from ever going through with having a second child. It's too dangerous. Scott had regrets he voiced shortly after Ray was born. 

But a small part of her doesn't want Rachel to have to share the overwhelming love Scott has for her. She could. She has potential to be a great big sister. But she's Scott's baby, through and through. 

He wakes up early, even earlier than he did before she was born, to make her a homemade lunch, to make sure she's got her favorite clothes cleaned for preschool, that all her papers have been looked over and read. That her shoes are clean and still light up. He makes a fresh pitcher of lemonade every two days for Rachel's small tumbler she takes to school with her. 

He builds towers with her when he should be grading. He takes her out to movies every chance he gets, giving Jean the most heartbreaking excuse. 

"I don't want to give her away to some random boy," He always says, already thinking of Rachel getting married. "But when I do, I want her to know how a man is supposed to act on a date."

Jean couldn't imagine having a second child. Scott wanted a big family, only stopped by the opinions of people about mutants. Jean thought she wanted a big family too. 

But she's content with one. She's happy with one. Besides, she tells herself, Rachel is horrible at sharing.

(She's not. Ray is a sweetheart. That's what everyone tells her. She's a sweetheart like Jean. Kind and caring and darling. No one ever says she's sweet like Scott. Jean thinks it's sad. Don't they know how caring her husband is?)

Jean's pulled from her thoughts by a small shake, Scott leaning down to kiss her head when he's got her attention. 

"I'm going to put our little firebird to bed." He mutters to her, keeping his voice low. "You can go nap in our room." He orders her, always worried about her before he's worried about himself. "I'll handle dinner." 

Jean watches him leave for Rachel's room, the door creaking open. Rachel sleeps through it and Scott tosses a boyish grin back at her. They've been arguing over fixing the hinges for a few days. Jean thinks it will wake Rachel up, Scott likes it because it lets them know when she's sneaking out of bed. 

Jean rolls her eyes and stretches out on the couch before heading for the master bedroom. She peeks into Rachel's room as she passes. The quietness of the house makes Jean contemplative, makes her emotional. She'll blame that. 

Scott lays Rachel down in her small bed with as much care as he did the first day they brought her home. Hand on the back of her neck and everything. He takes a moment to turn on her fan and remove her socks, knowing Rachel runs hot. Every movement he's done a hundred times before but each one he takes his time with. He doesn't rush this. Even if Ray is already asleep. He makes sure her windows are still locked and that her nightlight is still working. Her closet door needs to be closed and her stuffed tiger has to be close to her but not touching her. 

Scott does it all with a smile, only leaving the room after every little thing is done, giving her a kiss on the forehead before meeting Jean in the hallway. 

What's wrong? Scott asks through their link. Jean didn't even realize she was projecting how sappy it made her. 

Sometimes, I think you're sweeter to her than you are to me. She teases. She caresses his cheek as he pulls her into his embrace. She loves this man with everything she has. 

"I don't think we can have another baby." Jean whispers, looking back at the cracked open door. Scott hums curiously in response. His chin is in her head, his arms around her waist. 

"Were we planning on one?" Scott asks slowly. 

"No. But people keep asking." Jean shakes her head in response, laughing softly at his careful treading. "I don't think you could handle two." 

"I could!" Scott defends in mock outrage, pulling away to stare down at her with a playful frown. "I could definitely handle two kids." His thoughts are different from Jean's about this. In his mind, he can easily carve out time for a second. He could easily juggle two kids. His thoughts focus more on the second child getting time and effort. 

"You can." She agrees. "But it wouldn't be fair to Ray." She leads him to their room, away from the light sleeper that is their toddler. 

"How so?" Scott asks as he pushes to sit on the edge of the bed. "We could make it fair." 

"You give your everything to Rachel. It wouldn't be fair to ask her to share or cut back on her time with you just because we decided to have another baby." Jean tells him, wanting him to be on the same page as her. "And don't mention her asking for a sibling. She wants a sibling like she wants a puppy." 

Scott chuckles at that, pulling her in by the waist. "I guess you're right. She's been spoiled." He sighs with a dopey grin. 

It's a sight to behold. Her husband, the stoic leader, uptight, no nonsense teacher, looking so smug about how spoiled their child is. 

He takes pride in it. She knows he does. He was raised in an orphanage and the one couple that wanted to adopt him met an untimely fate. Every time he can give Rachel the childhood he begged for, he gets a burst of joy. Anytime he can beat Corsair in parenting, he's on cloud nine. 

"Try not to raise a monster." Jean jokes. 

"My baby could never be a monster." Scott quips back. He's looking at her with a fond smile. The 'baby' he's talking about isn't just limited to Rachel. 

"Sap." She accuses him, kissing him to wipe that smile off his face. 

"I spoil you too." He says after he pulls away, tugging her down on the bed with him. "So, if we're not having another, does that mean we're not allowed to practice?"

"I didn't say that." 

[pillowspace]

While I was on my break from Tumblr, I thought up a DCA AU (CW canon-typical fnaf fictional child death mentions) where Sun and Moon are personally created by William Afton through a jumble of the timeline, programmed to believe that they're daycare attendants when their sole purpose is to actually keep the souls of children docile so that they don't enact vengeance. With little information on what death even is, they don't realize for quite some time. Sun is to keep the children happy and entertained at day, and Moon is to urge the children to rest at night. Not sleep, rest. Move on, where their anger will turn to peace. Sun misinterprets Moon's role as naptime, as they only became aware of each other much later on without any access to the other's memories.

Moon is the first to realize that this isn't normal childcare, due to his confusing role as well as the spirits being just a little bit more communicative at night. He tries to tell Sun, but Sun doesn't believe it, he doesn't want to believe it. For so long, they've been trying to soothe the anger of these spirits. And for once, Moon makes a suggestion to Sun. The children want to find William, so let them, and have none of this continue for a moment longer.

On a lighter note, I'd like to imagine that Cassidy (Golden Freddy's spirit) is their biggest menace. Your job is to keep the spirits tame?? You are getting no luck with her. Moon's trying to soothe the children and just defeatedly glances at Cassidy going feral across the room trying to rip apart the toys. Sun likes her energy, but wishes that she'd be a liiiitle bit more cooperative.

This all just boils down to "ghost daycare"

[ravenwriter16]

I can picture the three of them fighting over who gets to hold the grandbaby(s) first when they're born. And then once the child(ren) are older each of them trying to make their first word be whatever title they have chosen; like "Grandpapa", "Dadaw", "Grandfather", etc.

I can also see Eclipse holding the baby like Rafiki holds up Simba after they've taken their first steps or if the name the bay said was the one referring to him.

Princess Y/n: *Sighs and shifts in place, holding baby close to chest. Baby faces outwards to the three buffoons in the room* You guys promised you behave...

Moon: *Holds his daughter's hand* We can't help it love. Just look at the little starlet~.

Baby: *Stares up at the three with wide eyes. Drool dripping out of mouth.*

Sun: *Is playing peakaboo with grandchild* ....Hello!

Baby: *Giggles*

Sun: *Covers face*

Baby: *Surprised Pikachu face*

Sun: *Removes hands* Hello~!

Baby: *Giggles and squeals*

Eclipse: *hands twitching* I want to hold--,

Princess Y/n: No.

Eclipse: *pouts and looks at his daughter* Why not?

Princess Y/n: Because you lost that privilege when you stole her from her crib during naptime to try to get her to say Grandpa!

Sun: *Shhhh* you'll make the little sunbeam cry. Isn't that right little one~. Yes it is~. Yes it IS~.

Baby: *Giggling and clapping hands*

Princess Y/n: It was still against my orders. You promised--,

Moon: *Pets her hair* Eclipse is sorry love. He is just so happy about the little joy you brought into the world.

Eclipse: *Nods head*

Sun: *Picks up baby gently while also watching your expression closely to see if you'll react badly. Sees no such reaction and cradles baby against chest* Hello~. Such a cute little dumpling, aren't ya~? Yes that's right! The cutest wittle baby ever~.

Baby: *Tries to grab his fingers to gnaw on*

Moon: Besides, my starlight. Did you really think your little one would call ECLIPSE grandpa before me?

Princess Y/n: Not this again--,

Eclipse: *Whispers* EXCUSE YOU?!

Moon: *Smirks*

Princess Y/n: Both of you shut up or I will shove this book so far up your as--,

Baby: B-b-b-ba...*whines* Baba! *Giggles*

*Everyone freezes and looks at Sun*

Sun: *Tears welling up in his eyes and his rays spinning around his head quickly. Loudly whispers* My grandchild called me Baba~!

{That was the start of a lifetime of spoiling from all three grandparents. And the time you knew that you were NEVER leaving the palace for ANYTHING}

[noirandchocolate]

Feeling warm and snuggly on this cold winter's night, so here have some sweet headcanons about my Master Kohga and kids! Because he loves them.

Kohga adores babies and wants to Hold them. When somebody's giving birth, if he's at all able (and he will drop practically anything to be able), he'll be waiting with the rest of the expectant family for news. He's almost always the very first non-family member to hold a baby and often even beats out family that isn't the parents! (As you might expect, having the Master hold your baby is considered an honor and also he's just so nice about it so you wouldn't want to say no!) Now, he doesn't butt in on things like name choosing, but he will be the one making the announcement to the rest of the Clan of its newest member.

Seriously. If Master Kohga sees a baby he will experience an overwhelming need to hold that baby. Play with that baby. Talk to that baby in a goofy voice and let that baby grab his fingers. Tear up over how small or how fat or how funny that baby is. Tell that baby that they're going to grow up so big and strong and defeat all their enemies. Possibly steal that baby.

Master Kohga has never stolen a baby.

But he has thought about it.

I've said before on my post about Yiga masks that kids who are going to turn eleven in a year go to Satori Mountain with Kohga at the start of that year to get their first official masks.

Another tradition is that at some point in every season, the Master will hold a little event for all kids too young for masks (from age three up to that) to spend an afternoon with them doing some kind of Activity. Usually this involves telling Clan folk stories that take place in the given season, some music and sometimes dancing, and some kind of snack.

For example, in winter the Clan piles up a whole lot of warm animal skins and blankets and pillows in a room for all the kids to cuddle up among while listening to Kohga tell tales like The Snowcoat Woman (who is beautiful but will steal your warmth if you encounter her in the frosty Highlands) and The Frog Travelers (who help Clan members lost in the freezing desert night to return safe to Karusa Valley). There's a nice fire going, warm drinks to go around, and eventually a cozy naptime.

By contrast, in summer ice is stolen from the Gerudo icehouse brought in and lots of wildberries and other fruits collected to make delicious frozen treats to make and eat! Followed by naptime. There...there is a common thread in all four seasons' events. See if you can guess what it is.

(Off on a tangent, but Sooga joined the Clan at age ten, in the summer. That season marked the only one of these events he ever participated in, as he got his mask and aged out at the start of autumn ((as I'll eventually explain in another post, Hyrule's calendar year starts with autumn, at harvest season)). At the time, he was pretty concerned with not being noticed by Kohga ((it had only been about six weeks! he could not possibly pay the Master back for saving his life yet! poor anxious child)), but now, over twenty years later, he does fondly remember how the other children welcomed him and some younger kids took the time to earnestly explain to him what an "ice cone" was and that it was time to sing the Cold Things Song to cool down because it's hot in the Valley in summer and did Sooga know the words? He could listen to them and they'd teach him.)

The seasonal events with the kids were something started by Kohga's father while he was Right Hand and later Master. Kohga didn't do them in his first year as Master (he was very occupied with finding his feet as Chief and also with caring for his dying Mama), but he started them up again on the suggestion of a romantic partner. Koh became Master at 25 and was previously not as concerned with children as he is now (he never disliked them, he just...was too busy with being young himself), but hanging out with and entertaining the kiddos cheered him up immensely and basically grew him into the baby-loving sap he is today. <3 <3

Kids love it when Master Kohga tells stories for ANY reason at ANY time. Because he does Voices, and poses, and sometimes even makes a double of himself to act out conversations with or to provide musical accompaniment! Man is an excellent vocal mimic (as we know from his stint as Urbosa), and very fun to watch do his thing.

Kohga also sometimes gives lessons to the kiddos on various skills, especially disguise and teleportation because those are fun to watch the little ones try to do. Usually these things and other abilities are taught by specially-trained instructors, but given that he's Master Kohga, he's allowed to teach whenever he feels like it. This isn't all the time or on any regular schedule, he just sometimes gets a whim to do it.

(This is AOC-verse, remember.) The Calamity was vanquished right at the end of a year and what with all the chaos and confusion the kids turning eleven in the next year got their masks in a simpler ceremony right at the Complex instead of going out to Satori Mountain. To make it up to them, Kohga took this group up to the mountain to be the ones to collect sakura branches for the Clan's spring festival. Usually this is a job for teenagers who've been out and about before and can go do the task in a group by themselves, but Kohga thought it would be only fair to change things just this once, and go with them so it'd be like the mask ceremony they didn't get to have.

Also post-Calamity, but a couple months sooner, in the winter afterward, something unprecedented happened and kids younger than ten were taken on a field trip outside Karusa Valley! This was a lil' excursion for seven-to-nine-year-olds via Tower teleportation, to visit Mabe Village Ranch and...pick out three puppies to join the Clan! Kohga thought this was a great idea for several reasons, some of which were: 1) new friends would be nice for the younger kiddos to help with Calamity-related trauma, 2) dogs are useful in several ways and these pups were to be trained to protect the kids, 3) the usual Teach Kids Responsibility reasons for getting a pet, 4) showing the children the world years early, now that it was...more safe for them to exist and live in, and 5) taking adorable, veiled, obviously-Yiga-Clan children out where Hylians could see them was a perfect visual aid for the concept of Hey, We've Always Been People Too.

As one last thing... Also post-Calamity, Kohga has been spending an unusually large amount of time away from home. At political gatherings at Hyrule Castle, going to meetings with the Gerudo about their common interests and with farmers and potential banana buyers now that the Clan is more able to openly participate in the economy, teaching Princess Zelda how to read Ancient Sheikah because for some reason it sure seemed like nobody else was going to help her read historical texts that might not be favorable to her family (HMMM), and doing science at the Royal Ancient Tech Lab with Purah and Robbie and a force of Sheikah and Yiga researchers. And his disappearances...did not go unnoticed. By certain factions.

One day, Master Kohga was approached by Biwa--the undisputed ringleader of the Clan's three-to-six-year-old girls--with a simple but very emphatic demand to attend tea with her and her group, so he could address some Concerns. Of course he had to agree. At this very important meeting, Biwa outlined the children's grievances, such as, "Why are you gone so much? You haven't played with us in weeks." "Why're you hanging around with Hylians anyway? They stink." "What's a 'Lab'? Temi's sister said you're looking at a slate, what's a 'slate'?" And "Don't you like being home with us anymore?"

As you can imagine, Kohga took this very seriously and almost cried over that last question, and explained things patiently in a way the youngsters could hopefully understand.

And then they beat him up as Consequences anyway. Biwa ended up sitting on top of his belly with her arms folded, the clear victor.

Did he let them, or was the great Master Kohga actually vanquished by weird little girls? That is for you the reader to decide.