#this is just cute family fluff!!!!

[sakuravalelp]

A dream land - DP X DC Prompt

Okay, so I was thinking about that episode "Perchance to dream" where Bruce is trapped in a dream world and this, even thought really different, came to my mind.

Danny is king or prince of the infinite realms. He's been working on personalizing/decorating his castle in the infinite realms. When he feels someone walking just outside the castles walls. The thing is, that someone isn't a denizen, they aren't in a corporeal body, but he can feel that they are very much alive and feel distinctly human. He approaches the person to ask why and how they are in the infinite realms, but they fade away before he gets the opportunity.

Clockwork, who was with him at the moment, tells him that the visitor from the living, was just the soul projection of someone that was sleeping, and then refuses to elaborate further. Since it's something that was to do with sleeping, Danny decides to go and ask Nocturn, it seemed like a reasonable assumption that he was the one at fault for the soul projection.

Contrary to what he thought, Nocturn informed Danny that Sleeping soul projection was a natural phenomenon that he didn't control. The land of dreams, ("My domain" - Nocturn reminds him), was in the infinite realm after all, and those who have been close to death sometimes slipped they're whole soul instead of just their mind, and ended up all over the infinite realms.

It isn't too different from a lucid dream for them, the body gets all the benefit of the sleep, the mind feels rested if they had a good time in the realms. Except, if they hurt their soul too bad during their little trip, it would have real consequences. Loosing memories, abilities regression, migraine, pain that reflects the soul damage, all either temporary until the soul healed, or permanent and deteriorating, and in some occasions finishing in the persons death. In the latter, the soul is usually too damaged and cease it's existence, or have enough ectoplasm and emotion to form into ghosts with crack cores whose existence is instantly in danger.

Danny clearly didn't like the image that was painted to him, so he asked Nocturn if there was really nothing that he could do. It took a lot of talking and convincing, but eventually Nocturn admitted he could be able to direct the soul projecting to appear on a certain place, but he refused to babysit anyone. Which was enough for Danny, all he needed to do was make another expansion in his castle.

He decided to make a garden to receive their soul projecting guests. The garden was enormous, with all kinds of spaced within it. Playgrounds, picnic spaces, soft benches, tables with ghost and space teamed board games, fountains, and of course, the beautiful flowers that surrounded and decorated the place. Once he got ghosts with gardening, protection and caring obsessions on the place to look out for the souls, he was ready to receive them. It took him by surprise the amount of people that came, the garden was never crowded, but was never empty either, and souls of all ages and places were visiting at all times.

He kept expanding the garden as he heard of new things their guests wished for. He enjoyed spending time in the middle of the garden where souls passed by but rarely appeared, it was calm, but not completly quite with the background noice of the soul enjoying their dreams, and he could do the more mundane king/prince work. Until, he starts getting a regular visitor on his little space of the garden.

Choose the DC character you prefer, my idea is for people who hasn't died in the past but has been in the doors of death (so died and came back would be disqualified but you do as you prefer), but I'm going with Tim.

The soul of a boy around his age appears just in front of him, as usual when he greets new arriving soul, he welcomes him with a gentle smile and tells him he is free to explore the garden. A ghost taker is assign to him. The soul, as usual, seems confused and like he wished to asks questions, but seems content to ask them to his tour guide, and Danny continues with his own duties.

But then, the same soul continues to appear in the same place every two or three days, they exchange greetings and every time talk for a bit longer before the boy leaves to explore once more. It's rear to have multiple visits from one soul, even more so for said soul to appear in the same place every time. By the four time, Danny decides to take a break on his royal duties and accompany his new friend.

~ They get close, and have cute scenes, Tim asks a lot of questions and Danny answers and not-answers a lot of questions ~

One day, Tim shows up as usual, but he is in full Red Robin costume, and well, Danny wasn't expecting an identity reveal.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

On the Bats side:

There's an attack of some villain that's able to put Red Robin (or character of your choice) on a sleeping beauty type of sleep while carrying a serious injury, were he stays sleep until teammates or backup gets him out of it. The event affects his soul, making him disconnect partially from the land of dreams and making his soul sleep project almost every time he sleeps.

Tim starts sleeping more often. It's worrying at first, Bruce being paranoid does every test in the book, despite Tim saying he's just finding sleep easier now. But, he was just affected by sleeping magic and suddenly his sleeping easier? Seems like a side effect, and that makes it worrying.

Tim's health in general improve, just like he's concentration and productivity. Who would have thought that working rested actually was more productive than working on less than three hours of sleep and missing obvious details and clues due to how tired you are.

With everything not only being okay, but better than before, paranoia about Tim's new sleeping schedule soon dies, and instead is replaced with teasing about how he used to refuse to rest kicking and screaming, and now he may sleep more than any of them.

On Tim's side, he's loving being able to soul project so often. He knew from the start he was in a different dimension, and he just wanted to know the hows, whys, and everything else. So far, he seems to do it at least once every three days, and he's even gone two times in a row a couple of times.

The garden had a lot of things to do, but Tim doesn't care about that, he's more interested in all the information he's getting. The first 3 times he was given different ghost nanny's, who were more focus on entertaining him and didn't really answer direct question. But then king/prince Phantom decided to accompany him personally, and everything went smoother. He was going back to get to know more about this new world, and maybe to know more about the cute prince/king too. He might also have gotten some better looking pajamas.

Now, he has a mission that takes more than a couple days with some people in his team that hasn't yet sen his face. He didn't realize how difficult it would be to do all nighters after getting used to a sleep schedule. He would usually try to go as long as possible without sleeping, but he decides that he should take advantage of the safety of where they're staying and sleep a bit too. He ended up soul projecting in full Red Robin costume. He tried to play it cool, maybe Phantom wouldn't know it was him.

"Red Robin, even if you didn't appear on the same spot as always, I can feel your soul. I know who you are."

[missmisnomer]

Bonded pair (do NOT separate)

Look, I headcannon that whenever little baby autistic Tello had to do something he didn't enjoy or otherwise found generally overwhelming/overstimulating, Leo would come along and do it with him. Donnie never had to ask, Leo just started doing it one day. Splinter learned VERY QUICKLY to just let it happen.

And yes, they are both stubborn little dum-dums who will never admit how much they really love and rely on each other.

[thatonechocogirl]

'tis a necessity

[thecreatorfromgallifrey]

Imagine

Retired 14, who bought their own home with their own money, and one bored afternoon where their rest of the family is busy and they are alone, they discover hair dye.

Like obviously they knew it existed, after billions of years of existence I do hope they know, but they never thought of it deeply.

And when Donna comes home, she comes across a doctor in the bathroom, wearing pyjamas bottom and an old white tank top now covered in ginger hair dye, struggling to put on the lotion on their head.

Turns out the doctor didn’t do active researches on the Internet before buying the hair dye, and now their hair only show traces of ginger when light hits, and they are very sad.

So Donna and Rose take the doctor to a good hairdresser, who bleach their hair to a dusty blonde color (and the doctor is panicking at the idea of someone random working on them like that and wondering if it’s safe) and then apply a ginger hair dye.

When the trio comes out of the hairdresser, the doctor is finally ginger, and also very very happy about it, and Donna knows they are about to jump on everyone they know to say « look im ginger now !! » and that for months until someone shut them up (which wont happen because everybody loves the doctor)

[achirding]

SatBK Scribble Comic: Dada

Gilly’s first word is also his favorite person! As much fun as he had hanging out with grandma, he’s happy Daddy’s back. (The feeling is mutual, even if Lancelot is more reserved.)

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

Just a regular dad and his step-daughter, the kid he found in a cardboard box, and the moody teenage ninja who followed him home one day

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

THE FLOATIE BABIES 🥺🤲💕💕💕

[rebelmeg]

Laugh Lines

by rebelmeg

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) & Tony Stark Characters: Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) Additional Tags: Happily Married, Domestic Bliss, Endgame Fix-It, tossing another one on the pile, Married Life, Teen Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Slowly growing old together, sometimes the best part about being married is being silly and grossing out your kids Series: Part 26 of Iron Family Summary:

Pepper has spent years watching the subtle (and sometimes unsubtle) ways Tony's face has changed. This one is probably her favorite.

Notes: For my @tonystarkbingo​ square S5 - Tony x Happiness, my @lyricalescape​ Bingo square I5 - All Is Soft Inside, my @mfbingo​ square B3 - domestic, my Warm & Fluffy bingo square B5 - lap sitting, and for @comfortember​ day 19 – Loved Ones!

[thesolarangel]

Elrond with Gerda and Gamli - Headcanons

Since AO3 is down I thought I'd publish some headcanons I've been thinking about so you guys have something new to read!

Under the cut: 💚

Part 1

Khazad-dûm. Elrond is playing hide and seek with Gerda and Gamli. He sneaks through the corridors. Gerda is trying to supress her giggling, but he hears her and when he finds her and snatches her off her feet to hug her "Got you!", and Gerda squeals with laughter and Elrond grins and tickles her. "Let's go and find your brother", he whispers. "Okay!", Gerda hushes and together they tip toe their way through the halls.

Part 2

Khazad-dûm. Elrond is telling Gerda and Gamli a bedtime story, lulling them to sleep in mere minutes. Durin comes in to check on them, stands in the doorway, surprised: "How did you do that so quickly?" Elrond just smiles. "I'll teach you tomorrow, my friend."

Part 3

Disa, Durin, Gerda and Gamli visit Lindon. Elrond shows them around and the kids, in their unmatched dwarven manner, start running around, yelling and laughing, touching everything, disturb the elves sitting in the courtyard, but Elrond just laughs and chases after them.

I haven't been writing at all these past few months and I don't have the energy to turn these into real drabbles right now, but if someone wants to do that, please use these headcanons and tag me, I'd love to read what you come up with! ❤️

@fenharel-enaste @captainbutterflynonsense @queenmeriadoc @elrondscalaquendi @starlady66 @elronds-pointy-ears @bananaphanta @runawaymun @jefferson-in-the-tardis @mayatrueman @depressedplatypus @thetempleofthemasaigoddess @lady-of-imladris @mistergandalf @elrondswifey

Divider by @saradika

[averlym]

,,, little lemmings in line...

[ven7s]

love stored in decorations

— scaramouche x gn!reader ; wc. .5k; genre fluff, hurt-comfortish?, modern!au, non-canon information + headcanons

notes. implication/mention of neglectful parents (ei & yae) and lonely childhood. business women yae and ei because i think thats very sexy of them !!! also also idk i kinda hate this but like the CONCEPT of it, just dont like the way i executed it

"hmm... move it to the left a bit more."

scaramouche lets out a huff but does as you say, moving the fake icicles to where you want it before you shout, "wait, sorry, just a little to the right."

he scowls to himself before looking back at you with a grumpy frown that elicits an apologetic smile out of you. but nevertheless, he moves the icicles once again, much to his annoyance.

he climbs down the ladder and you hurry to hold it, wrapping your arm around his waist once he's finally on the ground, and he does the same back.

you marvel at your house, but not long after you hear scaramouche grumbling, complaining about how cold it is and how he doesn't get why you two have to do this every year.

"because it's nice to see our house decorated. doesn't it make you feel cozy and more… holidayish? besides the kids around the neighborhood like it!"

he scoffs, but you know he acknowledges your words when he starts to grab the string lights out of the box of decorations. you smile and go to hold the ladder again as scaramouche climbs up to further adorn the house.

he gets your reasoning.

he looks back at his childhood, often recalling the memories of him walking back home from school only to see the houses that lined his street filled to the brim with decorations ranging from lights on bushes to huge inflatables and candy canes hanging from rooves.

his favorite was always yoimiya’s, whose parents always went all out, every year.

then he remembers his house. big, but empty, with no air of that fond and nostalgic feeling that holidays so often filled people with.

he knows that his moms are back in japan, attending to their work, ei and yae being far too busy with their businesses to worry about decorating the house for a holiday that only lasts for a month.

he remembers holidays often just being him and his nanny with a letter sent to him from his moms. a few short sentences of "happy holidays! sorry we couldn't make it this year again.. next year for sure! we miss you!"

so, when you first “forced” him to decorate your shared home with you he obliged, albeit a bit annoyed. now, he still feels annoyed, hating the coldness of winter, but he reminds himself that the end result will be worth it, hoping that other kids would feel the joy and warmth he felt as a kid, like he felt when he looked at yoimiya’s.

(and of course, he would never admit it, but he actually finds himself having fun. reliving his childhood dream of decorating the house during the season that filled him with so much dread as a kid with a loved one.)

its all the reason why he’s outside in the frosty weather that indicates the start of december in his rudolph pajamas (matching with your santa pajamas), hanging up ornaments and lights.

once he comes down again, you smile, “it looks great. thanks for the help,” kissing scaramouche on the cheek before leaning your head on his shoulder.

“yeah,” he hums, “it looks nice.”

a/n: HAPPY HOLIDAYS !!!! hope everyone stays safe !!

[crehador]

i don't know if i think it's really funny or kind of a shame that many people are going to know tadaima okaeri solely as "the omegaverse bl" when it's actually such a sweet slice-of-life about community, family, the struggles of the older generation to understand the younger and vice versa, recovering from social isolation and how recursive that recovery can be, forging lasting friendships as adults, and so on. it's so wholesome and drama-free that it barely has any plot to speak of, but what it lacks in plot it makes up for in themes and man. what beautiful themes

[nomsfaultau]

18) Nightmares//”Watch over me?”

Disclaimer: this blurb is set in the SCP SBI AU I have called Fault, specifically mid Part 2. Explanation of AU; tldr. 

Tommy jolted up in the middle of the night. He didn’t scream anymore, when he could help it. He really didn’t want to wake his friends. Usually, it was alright, since The Blade managed to sleep through just about everything even though the restless Tommy nestled in his arms at night. 

But apparently, he’d failed tonight. In the dark, a silhouette framed by the moonlight, halfway out the door. Wilbur, by the features, or really the lack thereof. Tommy’s fingers curled around the fabric of his blanket. “Sorry for waking you,” he whispered. His shame swirled in with the dregs of fear and the feeling of hands around his throat. Maybe if they’d been a little tighter he wouldn’t have said anything at all. That would’ve been better than bothering Wilbur, but he was half asleep and scared. The excuse must offer him a little grace at least. 

“Hmm?” Wilbur softly approached, crouching down beside him. Strange shadows danced over his visage. “You didn’t wake me. I’m always up.” Slipping away once more so he wouldn’t be a threat to his loved ones. Wilbur was a man perpetually in a state of running away, but he always came back to them in the morning. That was the important part, that he came back. That he always would. 

“Oh. Really? I hadn’t noticed.” 

“I’ve sorta always run that way. I like the dark.” He laughed lightly. “Man, that sounded edgy, dinnit? But it’s peaceful, really.” Wilbur made to resume, slipping away from him, and sleepy panic jolted him suddenly, that Wilbur was abandoning him. That his nightmares were right. 

Before Tommy could even think it through, the words “Watch over me?” slipped out of his throat in a jumble. He was thankful at once for the dark hiding the way his ears went red. Were he not more than half asleep and scared, Tommy could’ve controlled that, stomped down on how clingy he sounded. It wasn’t his fault that his nightmares dragged him back to that cold and isolated year in the Foundation. He’d been so, so lonely, desperate for any type of human connection. Reaching out to the Handlers and Doctors and Soldiers for scraps of affection

They were manipulating him half the time, Tommy knew that, he wasn’t stupid. He just couldn’t care. He’d needed to feel friendship even if it was fake. Even if it was temporary. And it was always, always temporary, even if it was genuine. Assignments shifted. More often than not, Tommy was just a training dummy at the start of their fruitful careers as Foundation employees. And he was left grasping at ephemeral glimpses of kindness, hoarding scraps to himself and knowing it wasn’t ever going to last. 

The dreams liked to wonder how long his current friends would keep pretending to tolerate him. 

Tommy couldn’t help the anxiety spooling in his gut. In the morning he could always assure himself it wasn’t real. No matter how much he pushed at them, they stayed by his side. But that didn’t mean anything when he woke up from a nightmare to find Wilbur halfway out the door. 

“Why are you leaving me?” It came out before he could stop it (a stupid question, Tommy knew exactly why), an inquiry every inch as distraught and desperate as he felt. He really was pathetic. 

Wilbur didn’t say anything to his idiotic, clingy question, simply held still a moment before slipping down to sit side by side with him. Some of the panic in Tommy’s chest ebbed. “My memories catch up to me in a bad way at night, so I don’t sleep by you lot as a precaution. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“Oh.” He’s not leaving. He’s not. And he never will. Stop being dense. Questions -accusations- like that aren’t going to make him like you. “That sounds, uh, responsible.” His eyes felt heavy. 

“Yeah. Well. You just happened to catch me leaving this time, that’s all, guess you fell asleep early. You, erm, get a lot of nightmares.” It was tentative, trailing up at the end like a question but not daring to be directly so. 

“Sorry, I didn’t meant to-”

“Already up, remember?” And he didn’t say anything further. He didn’t have to, the silent question hanging over the conversation. But Wilbur didn’t ask, and Tommy suspected he never would for all the curiosity he had. Wilbur didn’t talk about the Foundation, and he would never force anyone else to. Tommy was thankful for that. Sometimes Tubbo got pushy about it, convinced he needed to discuss it in order to feel better. Quite honestly, sometimes it just made him feel worse. He figured they were probably right in the long run, but it was exhausting. He didn’t know how to talk about it sometimes. Sorry my screaming woke you up. I was simply reliving one of the countless times the Foundation pushed me to the brink of death just to remind me that they could kill me at any moment. And obviously he couldn’t say that, he wasn’t some edgy brat trying to get attention. Tommy didn’t want to be interesting. It was a dangerous thing to be. “I think, sometimes, you’re braver than me,” Wilbur admitted. “Confronting things I’d never face.”

“Or ‘m too slow to outrun them,” Tommy mumbled, biting back a yawn. 

“You’re falling asleep sitting up,” Wilbur noted. 

“‘m talking to you. It can wait.”

“You can talk while lying down.” Tommy realized the worth of the statement, and decided to act upon it, falling against The Blade’s side. He and Wilbur chatted, though the conversation listed to the side, Tommy’s answers fading into mumbles. 

Reality dissolved into snatches, and at one point Tommy was lucid enough to realize the world was silent. He jolted awake, head twisting in search until he realized Wilbur was still there. Relief soothed the groggy worry. “Keep talkin’,” Tommy drowsily demanded. “It’s comfortin.”

Wilbur half laughed in the soft whispers they’d adopted. “I can’t carry a conversation all by myself.” Tommy fully intended to offer a solution, but found consciousness slipping away from him again. But in the odd moments where he drew back to the woken world, not quite breaching to the other side, he could hear the soothing murmurs of words that didn’t make sense. 

Later, Tommy once again touched upon lucidity only to realize Wilbur had stopped talking. Instead, his voice drifted out, low and sweet, in a song that settled over Tommy. The lullaby never broke a whisper, never dared to wake anyone else. He drifted back off, content. The lyrics held no meaning to Tommy, but they held affection, and that was enough. 

Wilbur himself almost nodded off. His fault, really, for singing the lullaby Philza had always lured him to sleep with when he was little. In the faint moonlight, a flash of a fond grin. He wanted to stay, to sing to Tommy so that the nightmares might be held at bay. 

But any longer and Wilbur too might drift off. He couldn’t risk it. 

The song petered out, and he waited to see if Tommy would wake. The boy shifted a little, but it was only to snuggle a little closer into The Blade. “Sweet dreams,” Wilbur murmured, then rose, stalking off into the night.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Getting through work by mentally plotting out a fic where Robin gets to be alive for one day (why? Idk ghost magic) and Alison and Mike take him for a day out in London (they can't get a sitter for Mia so she comes too) and it's just cute fluff, Alison is so happy to see Robin get to experience life outside the grounds for the first time in milleniums, and loves watching Mia get to physically interact with one of her uncles, and Mike is buzzing getting to finally meet him and thank him properly for saving his life.

Why just Robin? Because he's my fav and I don't have the energy to try to write a day out with all eight/nine, and Robin has seen the least of the world, at least since Britain became an island, he deserves it.

[giggly-squiggily]

HEADCANONS OPEN? I AM SO LUCKY! Howzit going, Squiggly? Long time no read😅. I just noticed that you have Spy x Family on your writing list. Can I be so bold as to request both lee and ler Franky and Loid? I love those two more than I should🤣

Hey gang! I'm finally getting around to headcanon requests aekjrakjrekarkjaejrk I've gotcha covered! :D

Loid Forger/Twilight

-Tickling's a bittersweet thing for Loid. Growing up, his mom would tickle him gently after a bad day and they both needed a laugh. His friends would also tickle him on occasion, but those memories are far gone now. He hadn't been tickled again until he became family with Yor and Anya.

-And holy GODS he forgot how ticklish he is! My guy could easily escape if desired, but for appearances (and because he might be having fun shhhh~) he lets it happen. His belly his by far his worst spot- anywhere else he can more or less guard against, but the second you start tickling him there all his spy training goes out the window and he's putty in your hands.

-His laugh is quite different from his stage laugh. Where that one is calm, deep- collected; his real laugh/tickle laugh is filled with shorts and chortles, lots of dorky sounds and wheezes! It's literally so nice to listen to holy-

-He can and will be quite the ler! It's rare, but he can wrestle down Yor and tickle her when she's too drunk or having worries about her role in their family. Sure, he risks getting knocked into next week, but it's worth hearing her laugh and seeing her pretty smile- whoops he has a crush on her lolololol~

-Anya and him have tickle fights alot; they're surprisingly evenly matched. Anya's small and nimble and fully aware of her father's ticklishness while Loid is skilled enough to gather her up and tickle her whenever. It's not uncommon to see them both passed out on the floor together after a particularly "grueling" battle of the tickles!

Franky Franklin

-Scruffy Head! Unlike Loid, he's got zero defense to tickling and it SHOWS. He's way more ticklish- just the threat of them makes him double over and die. Anya found this out rather quickly and uses it to her advantage whenever Franky babysits.

-He's got a loud, cackly laugh that easily adds 10 years to your lifespan if you get the chance to listen to it! It's stupid contagious and really, really fun to listen to. Think like a car engine struggling to start but make it a laugh- that's what he sounds like.

-His worst spot I think is his neck- oh and his ears! Trying to get disguised with Loid is a pain cause he's so squirmy and giggly while things like masks and makeup are going on. He's also really ticklish on his ribs, poking him there will get you quite the reaction! Really- if you tickle him anywhere, he'll react; he's just that sensative!

-As a ler, it's rare for him to tickle people. He doesn't get many opportunities in his line of work, so the most he can do is give Loid a few jabs in the belly or sides whenever they're working together and have down time. He also tickles Anya alot when he babysits- she wins most of the time though.

-Sometimes Franky and Anya will create little ambushes for Yor or Loid when they come home. Anya will lead with Bond, taking down Loid while Franky assists! Yor usually either skedaddles away or joins the fray because "Agent Mama will save you, Loid!" (Spoiler alert- she usually helps Anya and Franky whoops). It takes awhile, but eventually he and Yor might have little tickle fights- sneaking pokes at one another or other things like that. He becomes a regular for tickle fights after awhile.

Thanks for reading!

[thecursedcake]

My friend showed me the cutest family fluff fic last night and now I can't find it again and neither can she I am so so sad domestic fluff, especially things like new parents, are my guilty pleasure and this one scratched the itch so well.