#like: isn't it her naptime?

[zosa95]

[crimeronan]

thinking about this little ficlet i wrote back in february for the worst timeline sans vee -- basic premise being luz escapes belos in the human realm and is reunited with camila, hunter survives his execution and finds her months later, luz is Very Happy to have her best friend back from the dead. (thereby making it not really the worst timeline at all anymore.)

mainly today i'm thinking about camila having no idea what The Fuck is going on. in the ficlet she assumes hunter is a human with an odd case of stahl's ear and oculocutaneous albinism & she's trying to match him to early-aughts missing children's cases. and not having any luck there. for obvious reasons

so i started picturing a slightly more fraught conversation between her and luz.... camila being just as careful and loving as she always is, but also being like. I Really Do Need To Know Who This Specific Boy Is. and luz being like. i am not even Remotely well enough to explain my whole nightmare fantasy princess deal. even if you would believe me. which you Absolutely would not.

so camila is like. i've been trying to find his family but i'm having trouble....

and then when luz Freezes, she's like.

....he wasn't kidnapped, was he?

by which she means "if he's your captor's son then he's less likely to have been reported missing when locked with you in a torture basement. this has no impact on my feelings about him as a person but Does affect what kind of phone calls i need to make"

but what luz THINKS she means is "he was Clearly in on the abuse and i am Going to throw him out. and/or get him hurt by the human police."

and. to say luz would not respond well to this would be.... well. an understatement!

[bluerosefox]

Interrupted Naptime

New idea spawned.

Another, as if this brain rot hasn't fully taken over me for like the last year and a half, DPxDC.

Anyways.

Ghost King!Danny and/or VERY powerful Danny and/or Ancient of Space.

And deaged Dan and Danielle(Ellie) (plus Dad!Danny)

And a cult summoning!

So this really alarming and powerful cult is trying to summon a powerful ghost (aka Danny) to come give them power or destory or ensalve the world etc etc. Only thing is, they got the summoning wrong and instead get baby Ellie and toddler Dan.

Also they're in their human forms right now too.

No one is happy.

The cultists are upset and wondering what they did wrong, the JL and/or JLD are upset children, babies, are on the battlefield, and Dan isn't happy cause he was in the middle of coloring a spaceship in his coloring book and the people in the robes are getting louder and louder and going to wake up Ellie from her nap and Daddy just got her to sleep and-

Yep. Someone is yelling at them now and Ellie is awake from it.

And...

She starts crying from being woken up.

Not even a few seconds later, the sounds of this plane of reality being ripped opened is heard and the sudden frosty chill of ice is felt.

Along with an angry dad voice of.

"Who woke my daughter up from her nap?! I just got her to sleep!!"

[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. 

[leeknow-thoughts]

ok so when are you doing dilf hyune???? 🤨🤨

what if I did it right now...?

uhhh tw for lactation kink under the cut!!!

DILF! HYUNJIN who never planned on having kids this young

DILF! HYUNJIN who is in college, a third year art student

DILF! HYUNJIN who met you at a frat party, befriended you and soon began hooking up with you

DILF! HYUNJIN who you let hit it raw for his birthday

DILF! HYUNJIN who panics when you pull up to his apartment tears in your eyes and a positive pregnancy test in your hands four weeks later

DILF! HYUNJIN who proposes to you on the spot, without a ring and without a clue of how he's supposed to tell his parents about this

DILF! HYUNJIN who eventually buys you a ring and helps you plan a wedding that he wasn't even sure was a good idea

DILF! HYUNJIN who sleeps in a separate bed from you throughout the whole two months that the two of you were technically engaged

DILF! HYUNJIN who marries you at a small ceremony in a courthouse, the witness being a very blazed version of his best friend, Han Jisung, and the equally blazed ring bearer, Yang Jeongin

DILF! HYUNJIN who sobs his eyes out that night, feeling so horrible about the situation, marrying a girl that he isn't in love with

DILF! HYUNJIN who still shows up to every ultrasound, and holds your hand when he sees his kid for the first time, watching tears well up in your eyes

DILF! HYUNJIN who can't help but start falling in love with you

DILF! HYUNJIN who starts noticing everything about you, the way you take your tea, your favorite flowers, and your favorite films

DILF! HYUNJIN who paints his daughter's nursery by hand, a beautiful scene of a princess' castle

DILF! HYUNJIN who sobs his eyes out when he holds his daughter for the first time, so overwhelmed with how much he loves someone he just met

DILF! HYUNJIN who realizes he is in love with you as he watches you nurse his daughter for the first time

DILF! HYUNJIN who scrapbooks everything and makes endless drawings of you and your daughter

DILF! HYUNJIN who always takes the night shift just so you can rest

DILF! HYUNJIN who took it that night like usual, sleepily walking to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of prepumped breast milk, finding none

DILF! HYUNJIN who hazardly walks into your room and taps you awake a meek "sh-she uhm is hungry, there's no breastmilk" leaving his lips in explaination

DILF! HYUNJIN who sits next to you as you nurse his daughter, gently petting his daughter's soft hair as she feeds from you

DILF! HYUNJIN who watches you in awe, a soft "I love you" slipping from his lips before he even knows what he's saying

DILF! HYUNJIN who cries when you kiss him for the first time, so overwhelmed with love for you and his daughter

DILF! HYUNJIN who worships your changed body

DILF! HYUNJIN who's favorite time of day is naptime because then he can finally eat your pretty cunt while you struggle to stay quiet so you don't awake your baby who is sleeping in the room over

DILF! HYUNJIN who was playing with your tits one time, just kissing them while laying in bed, your daughter asleep in her crib, it was nighttime after all, and then he tastes it, your breastmilk

DILF! HYUNJIN who becomes almost addicted to it after that, his cock getting hard at the thought of him nursing from your tits

DILF! HYUNJIN who fucks you gently, holding you so tight

DILF! HYUNJIN who purposefully fucks a baby into you again after another 3 years of being married

[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.

**********

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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[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 (≧◡≦)♡

[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!

[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"

[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." 

[sleepyhead-poll]

WELCOME TO THE SLEEPYHEAD CHARACTER POLL!

Submissions are open until January 15th 2024! (Edit: Submissions closed early on the 7th!)

Rules for submissions:

Submit a character from any piece of media who is sleepy! Being sleepy has to be a character trait. It doesn't have to be their main character trait, but it does a reoccurring one (not just a one-off trait in one episode)!

Being tired or "lazy" doesn't inherently make a character sleepy! A character being overworked or a character not wanting to work/trying to get out of doing tasks does not inherently make them qualify. To be sleepy, they must want to be asleep and might often be seem dowsing off. Sleepyhead behavior. Naptime is one of their favorite times. It's in their personality and characterization. That doesn't mean they can't ADDITIONALLY be overworked, tired, or "lazy", it's just not the only thing.

No character who are comatose / in "hibernation" / in a deep sleep. This includes Sleeping Beauty (she's not really a "sleepy" character, she's forced asleep; though if it's a adaptation of her character where she's a sleepyhead that counts).

No insomniac characters. This falls more into a tired character that isn't quite a sleepyhead.

No real people. That includes submitting yourself or your pet, as tempting as it is.

No fanon interpretations/fan characters/OCs/etc.

I reserve the right to reject character if they are from offensive media.

Be respectful! Most sleepy characters are lighthearted in nature, but real people with real chronic fatigue & illnesses do exist. So no referring to characters' sleepy behaviors as being "useless" or anything like that. Just be decent.

No character automatically gets in, so feel free to submit anyone!

I am aiming for a 64 single-elimination bracket, but depending on the volume of submissions, I will make the bracket smaller or larger.

@tournament-announcer @magical-mascot-smackdown @yen-sids-tournament @roboswagbracket @princess-polls @vocaloidsongpoll

[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.

[littleether21]

Miguel O'Hara Caregiver Headcanons!! (COMPLETELY SFW)

Nervous man, very nervous because he's always a little afraid he's gonna screw up. But he's surprisingly good at being a CG!!

He actually sees it as a huge stress reliever to take care of someone like this. He doesn't have to worry about the multiverse when he's taking care of his little, he just has to take care of them.

He has always had that protective/paternal instinct. He is basically like a cat to his little--he will come along and pick them up by the scruff of their neck to get them out of trouble

Very good with toddler and older kiddo regressors, though he's not against littles who go younger than that

Most common nicknames for his littles are gonna be "bebita/o" or "Príncipe/Princessa"

A little more on the strict side. Has a few easy rules in place and he is very fair with any punishments he gives

Has a nice little routine for both him and his little. That way neither of them gets bored and they don't have to worry about unexpected things happening--it makes him feel better knowing what's ahead.

Carries a little care bag with him that has snacks, drinks, some fidget toys, and a kid's tablet whenever the two of them go out just in case.

Likes cooking with his little!! Lets them try the ingredients(when safe) and of course allows them to stir and mix stuff. He prefers handling any sharp things or the stove.

CHAMPION of naptimes. He knows how to make the atmosphere calming enough for his little one want to go down for a nap, he knows the best sensory videos to put on, and YES--this man will lie down too and cuddle until his little falls asleep. He's an expert. (He is also prone to napping with them because he's that good)

Has a swear jar in place. Not for his little--though he'd consider it if they slipped up often enough--but for him. Every time he cusses on accident around his little he has to put a dollar in. When the jar is full, the little gets to pick out a thing they want to buy

Really good at pretend play games!!! Give him a plot and he'll go right along with it

Loves watching his little get all excited about a movie or cartoon. Actually pays attention to what it is, what it's about, so that way he can understand what they're talking about

Doesn't always get the opportunity to spoil his little but when he does it's well thought out and personalized for them!

If ever his little starts slipping and he's not around Lyla will babysit a little bit until Miguel shows up :3 and she's very good at that!! (I'm gonna do a whole post about her tbh)

Miguel isn't perfect though, sometimes he lets his emotions get the better of him especially if it was a rough day at HQ. He might raise his voice or slam something, but it's never on purpose to scare his little.

If he does screw up, he feels terrible. Lyla sometimes takes over caring for them so Miguel can get himself in check, and then he'll very calmly get on the Little's level and apologize for how he acted. He never means to upset them in any way.

[softpawpup]

— rise of the guardian regressor headcannons !!

❄️ sandy, santa and bunny are all caregivers !!! jack, tooth and pitch are flips !!

🌌 jack is a kid and toddler regressor, he's a little troublemaker

🦷 tooth is a bird and baby regressor

❄️ pitch is a teen and kid regressor

🌌 santa is a papa caregiver and usually takes care of jack and tooth, he calls them his little snowflakes

🦷 sandy entertains the littles with his little sand creations

❄️ pitch throws lots of tantrums and needs lots of attention, he gets very fuzzy if his cg isn't paying attention to him

🌌 bunny is a hesitant caregiver at first but after seeing how sweet jack can be and how happy it makes him and tooth, he gets a softspot for being a caregiver

🦷 jack likes being tooth's big brother when she's little but he's kind of irresponsible as a caregiver

❄️ jack is a bad role model for tooth both little and big, he drags her into all his trouble when she's just a baby

🌌 tooth tries to discipline jack like santa and bunny but she tends to give in to him ... "well its not that bad"

🦷 sandy's favorite time is naptime

❄️ santa is the only caregiver who makes all the littles take baths

🌌 pitch fights with other littles a lot but sometimes he apologizes after