I got.. so huggy and cuddly with this one oops.

Takes place very shortly after the last update!

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Y/N experiencing difficult pregnancy with one of her boys.. Izuku is beyond worried and terrified. He has read the risks of pregnancy past the age of thirty and how it takes a toll on women's bodies. The boys find out about it and help her take over all the chores, doing their homework without disturbing mom, making after school snacks and bringing mom whatever she may need. Izuku even takes frequent leaves from his hero duties to care for his pregnant wife

So sorry about my English, it is only my third language

A hard time

Midoriya Izuku x Wifey Reader

Warning: Difficult pregnancy, mention of a previous miscarriage

"Mr Midoriya."

Izuku looked up at the doctor as you lay in the hospital bed, your five-month pregnancy bump just visible from underneath the blanket. This would be your fifth child together and everything was normal. Or Izuku thought everything was normal until Izuku had received a call from his five-year old, saying that "Mommy had fallen down"

When Izuku had raced home, you had fainted and he found signs of blood between your thighs. Izuku feared the worst, thinking you had suffered a miscarriage or your life was in danger. Which is why Izuku was here, still in his hero uniform, at your side.

Izuku stood in front of the doctor. "Yes?" He asked.

"She's alright, Mr Midoriya. She's going to be just fine. With a lot of rest, she'll be just fine." She told Izuku.

Izuku let out a relieved sigh. "The baby?"

"Alive." Izuku closed his eyes in pure relief, knowing that both you and the baby were fine. "This is your wife's fifth pregnancy, am I correct?" She asked as she looked over at your file.

Izuku nodded his head. "Sixth actually." He notified. "We suffered a miscarriage before we had our second son." He moved to look back at you, not wanting to dwell on that pain that was buried by the both of you long ago that was only ever revisited once a year.

The doctor nodded silently. "Well, Mr Midoriya, as much as pregnancies typically get easier the more children one has, sometimes we get cases were high-risk pregnancies do occur. It seems this is one of them." She told him. "Your wife seems to be suffering a from low blood pressure right now and the baby seems to have a rather soft heart beat. I can only give her a bit of supplements to counter the effects. She needs rest and I mean rest. I want her on strict bed rest for the rest of her pregnancy and rich in iron meals. We want to keep her over night for today but then tomorrow, if all is the same, she can go back home."

After that discussion, Izuku sat at your bedside waiting for you to wake up. He had talked to his mother who he had called in a flurry while speeding to the hospital, telling her that you were fine and it was just a scare. He got an update on the boys, getting a bucket load of questions from a twelve year old Toshinori who seemed just about ready to jump in a cab and get to your side himself.

Izuku was touched but he needed all his sprouts in one place. He was pretty sure that he wanted to stay here at your bedside, considering his mother was holding down the fort back home.

Izuku was taken out of his thoughts as you shifted in bed with a low hum. You slowly opened your eyes as you turned to look at him. Izuku sat up as he gave you a sad smile. You reached a hand over to him which he eagerly took. Your husband moved your hand to be against his face, holding you close. "You scared me." He whispered softly.

You gave him a soft smile. "I'm sorry, my love." You told him honestly. "I... I don't know what happened..."

"You fainted." Izuku told you truthfully. "The doctor said that she's worried about the pregnancy. She's classified you as high-risk."

You let out a gentle huff as you moved to look away from him for a moment. You let out a gentle scoff. "Well, we expected this sooner or later." You spoke softly. "I'm not as young as I once was, Izu."

He looked at you without a smile on his face, worry in his face and in his frown. He let out a deep sigh as he shook his head. "I should have listened to Tenya. What were we thinking, getting you pregnant again." He put a hand to his face, pushing a hand through his green hair.

"Izuku, please." Your eyes were closed almost in pain at what he was saying. Your voice was weak but you were firm. "Please don't say that. Don't regret any child we have ever conceived, even this one." You put your hand over your stomach gently. I love all of our little sprouts, even the ones that haven't left my womb yet."

"Y/N, you're at risk." He reminded you with an adament expression. "Strict bedrest until delivery and even then its probably going to be a c-section done this time."

Your eyebrows furrowed. You had given birth to every single of your sprouts naturally, the labour time being cut in half with each child. From fourteen hours, to seven, to three, to one hour. You had always wanted control over your body especially in something as vulnerable as labour.

You looked away from your husband for a moment. "Izuku..."

"Hm."

"I want you to promise me..." You turned to look at him dead in the eye. "If something ever were to go wrong, you would save the baby even if it compromises me."

Your husband was frozen as he stared at you unblinkingly. He slowly sat up straight as he looked at you, green eyes going dark at your request. His hold on your hand tightened. "Don't you ever ask that of me again." He whispered, his voice harsh.

"Izuku-"

"No." He denied it as he stood up. "You are my wife! My wife! I won't lose you over this baby."

"Izuku, I love every single one of our sprouts even the one that was lost." You expressed with tears in your eyes. "It is not this child's fault that I'm not healthy enough this time around to carry it."

"It is also not your fault too!" He rebutted with a painful expression. He shook his head. "You are the only thing that matters to me and the boys. I can't live without you, let alone raise the boys without you. If you die, I'm following you."

You sat up at such a statement. "Izuku! We have four boys!" You reminded him.

"So then live, goddamn it Y/N!" He shouted at you, tears in his eyes, his hands shaking. That's when you saw the pure terror in his eyes, the fear and the worry that he would lose you being stronger than anything else. He dropped his head as he tried his best not to break down. "I love our boys..." he whispered. "I love our family, I love you as my wife, as the mother of my children. I love you as you are and I sure as hell love it when youre pregnant, but sweetheart..." He looked at you genuinely on the brink of losing himself in fear. "I can not lose you over this baby. I can't."

You fought your own tears, touched at his statement. You closed your eyes but nodded your head. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

From the moment you got back home, Izuku gave you a warm bubble bath and you were put straight in bed. Your sprouts crowded you with so much love, showing you what you had missed while you were in hospital.

However, you noticed that Inko never left. Izuku asked his mother if she could move in for the remainder of your pregnancy, which she gladly did. She helped with the boys, making sure that homework was done and the chores you needed done were finished.

Izuku didn't leave it all to his mother though. He had taken a week off of work initially and you noticed that his work hours had significantly decreased. When he did paperwork, he worked from home. He did everything from home unless it was patrol or an emergancy. Otherwise he was right at your side, moving a desk into your bedroom to make sure he was at your disposal.

He was determined to make sure this pregnancy would be easy for you.

-Glitch1d

There's a cat crying outside my house,

In the sway of the spring air and just sprouted leaves,

I feel like ringing up old ghosts, just to ask them how to live.

I feel myself slipping away, joining their league

But I can't let go yet, of the blankets and forts I've built while I am still my own flesh and blood,

Memorised by hands that are not ghostly.

I owe them that much, I owe them too much, do I owe them much?

My mind's slipping away from me like a bubble in a brook,

Like the fading notes of a country song playing on a car that's driving away from me.

I feel like ringing up ghosts of old

Just to ask them how to live.

seventeen as winter things i love; performance unit

Jun: building a blanket fort in your living room just for the fun of it, cuddling up under piles of blankets to fall asleep and waking up to the smell of a home cooked meal snowflakes falling on your lips, paw prints in fresh snow,noticing your breath in the cold air,clear nights where you can see every star

Hoshi: building the biggest snowman you can, all your neighbours help by packing on snow and bringing out old scarves and carrots and shiny bright buttons for eyes, you feel a real sense of community. jumbo marshmallows floating in mugs of hot chocolate, letters to santa, brandy cream, decorating the tree

Minghao: trying out new recipes with winter fruits and vegetables, doing your research and writing down your own recipes as you experiment with juicy oranges and grapefruit and brussel sprouts. going to the ballet,fresh soups with crunchy baguettes, designer scarves, festive charcuterie boards

Dino: pulling your lovers hand into your pocket as you walk around the park, keeping them just that little bit warmer and safer and closer to you. snow angels,nights indoors doing puzzles, keeping the fireplace going all night,paper snowflakes

Writing Patterns/First 10 Lines Tag Game

tagged by @thychesters Thank you!!

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

(I might break the rules a little bit, because a lot of my most recent fics are multi-chaps, and long running ones at that, or they're prompt collections. So I'll be taking the most recent opening lines, as opposed to the very first lines and I'm going to take from pieces posted within the last year. I'm also gonna repeat one fic, since I started posting it last year and it's been my most active WIP since then.)

1. Little Runeys - Ch 16 (The RF4/SW AU): “Dank farrik!” Frey swore sharply as she narrowly avoided taking a hit right up her thruster. “These Imps just can’t cut a girl a break.” She turned her head to look over her shoulder. “How are those guns coming, Lest?” 2. How Far Ahead The Road Has Gone - Ch 14 (The Hobbit): When Bilbo woke, she was burning up. Someone had draped an extra blanket over her while she had been sleeping, but considering the chill in the air, she shouldn’t have sweat beading on her forehead. It was dark, must have been the middle of the night, Bilbo couldn’t see anything around her except the shadows of whoever was on watch against the low glow of the fire, but from the snoring she suspected nearly everyone else was asleep. 3. Home For The Holidays (Grand Bazaar): Despite the bone deep exhaustion, the heavy pack on his back, the feet that ached with every footfall, and the remnants of a cold lingering in the back of his throat and sinuses, Lloyd still got a spring in his step when the familiar landmarks of Zephyr Town came into view. With renewed vigor, he hitched his pack up a little higher on his shoulders and hurried down the road. His heart seemed to lighten with every step forward, and a small smile began to curl across his tired face. 4. Earth and Rebirth - Ch 20 (Trio of Towns): Summer was in full swing, painting the mountain in shades of green as the plants spread out their broad leaves to soak up every bit of the hot sun as possible. Life was getting busy on the farms and in all three towns, as the first of the summer crops were ready for harvest, and tourists were flocking to the picturesque mountain for vacation. Holly was kept plenty busy herself. 5. How Far Ahead The Road Has Gone - Ch 1 (The Hobbit): When Bilbo Baggins left the Shire in the company of Thorin Oakenshield, she had not known she was pregnant. The thought of it being a possibility hadn’t even crossed her mind. 6. Adored (Rune Factory 4): Frey pushed blindly into her room. It was late, her heart was heavy, her soul weary. Tonight was her last night in Selphia, and as exhausted as she was of dealing with people, Frey so desperately did not want to be alone. Perhaps it was why she lingered so long with the others until she had to listen to Volkanon's good sense and turn in. Otherwise, she would be utterly exhausted tomorrow, and she would need to be sharp, embarking on this next journey alone. 7. At The End Of All Things (Spiritfarer): Buck didn’t see his death coming. 8. Our Dear Empress - Ch 9 (Rune Factory 4): Frey woke up early. Early enough that the sun had not yet risen, and she couldn’t even hear the quiet stirrings of life in the camp. She was accustomed to waking at the break of dawn, but even this was too early for her. She lay there in the dark, listening to Forte breathe steadily from her bedroll on the ground beside her. It would be wise to sleep some more, but even as the thought crossed her mind, Frey knew she was not going to slip back into slumber again. 9. Seedlings and Sprouts - Ch 29 (Animal Parade): Perry wasn’t expecting to be awake at this hour, but for reasons unknown to him, when he had laid down to sleep that night his mind refused to quiet, and he could not relax. So with restless body and mind, he got out of bed. If sleep was not coming to him, there was plenty of work he could do. Perhaps sorting through old church records would bore him to sleep. 10. And Omega Remains - Ch 2 (The Bad Batch): “You might know me better than you think.” The woman crouched down and removed her glasses. Brown eyes met identical brown eyes. "We’re sisters, Omega."

It looks like most often my opening lines are spent doing some scene setting and getting into the POV character's shoes. Occasionally I'll drop right into the action or pick up where a canon scene left off. But for the most part I get pretty quick to answering Who? Where? and Why? Not surprising for the prompt collections, where I'm usually getting right to the point of the prompt. And in the multi-chaps it's a good way to show that some time has passed between where the last one ended and the new one picked up and catch readers up. A lot of character action happening in the first sentence or two. And a lot of characters waking up 😂

I think the biggest exception to this trend is the opening lines of "Road" which is a succinct 'this is exactly what the story is going to be about' opening line.

Oh man I guess I should tag some folks. How about @jessi-08, @durotoswrites, @emeraldhazeart, @lookforanewangle, @jake-marshall

And if you want to play along and I didn't tag you, feel free to say I tagged you. My brain goes instantly blank any time I need to tag people in games like this and suddenly I don't know anyone who writes 😂

Writing Log Count - December 2023

Total: 71,930 words

she's the best thing that you'll ever have: 6,134 words

WWT round entries:

Cause the drinks bring back all the memories: 850 words Little Miracles: 778 words The Winter Blues: 944 words Kiss Cam!: 596 words

Young Sprout: 6,340 words

Divided We Stand: 6,975 words

Snow Superstitions: 3,026 words

Tactile, Fragile: 2,233 words

Mistletoe Jolly: 1,392 words

a part of me that'll never be mine: 23,593 words, for a total of 67 pages

Part 1: 7,718 words, 22 pages Part 2: 7,889 words, 23 pages Part 3: 7,986 words, 22 pages

Star Child: 1,291 words

oh, the humanity: 4,466 words

Hold Down the (Blanket) Fort: 1,062 words

darling so it goes: 2,004 words

The Pigmentation of Blood: 10,246 words

4,038 words more than the previous month.

With this month comes the 100 mark for DPxDC works! I've already made a separate post about this, but once again I'd like to thank you all for reading my fics throughout all this madness. This post will be followed up with another that should show the overall progress of the year!

As always, happy reading!

First Age Human Headcanons for Spring

Winter, Autumn

Spring headcanons for the elves

Obviously I couldn’t go through each group or culture so please feel free to send one and I’ll tell my ideas for them! I’m going to do humans next. Feel free to request for outside of Beleriand too!

Or other topics that you’d like me to cover about these peoples!

For the Haladin, an important spring tradition involves the releasing of the pigs they keep from their winter pens back out into the woods. The rivers tend to raise from the rains. Boots worn from the winter are repaired.

The Haladin rely little on trade but in early spring imports of various materials and seeds come from Doriath with some products having already come from Ossiriand. Whittled products, boxes, and oak wines are some of the exports.

On a similar note, the people of Hador celebrate the returning of their horses to grazing rather than the hay they keep for the winter. Families part ways, some starting to set off along old routes with their horses, the other members remaining behind to take care of houses and farms, planting crops and caring for other animals. They will switch after a few months.

Horsemanship competitions also resume in the spring! I talked about this a bit on my season drabble post, but the spring festivals usually involve obstacles, handling, and more dressage like activities with races and more dangerous jumping competitions later on in the year 

Spring comes slowly to Ladros and all throughout Dorthonion. The people of Bëor consider it spring when the ice melts over Tarn Aeulin for the last time until next autumn. As Dorthonion is covered in pine forests, most trees have not lost their leaves but the smaller population of deciduous trees return from skeletal outlines along the towering conifers and sprout with green. The hard earth softens slightly and fires can be more easily maintained outdoors. Clothes can be hung to dry outside because the winds have dropped. Children like to make blanket forts from the blankets hung up for mending and drying.

The Drúdain lead a semi nomadic life like many elven and human peoples of Beleriand. Unlike the Hadorians however whose semi nomadic life is tied to their horses, the Drúedain center around small encampment where certain functions are maintained (storage, certain shelters for harsher weather, some cultivation) but stray frequently from these for hunting and other purposes. During the spring there is a communal meal usually of fish while they gather to mend and clean clothes, repurposing materials needed for the winter and exchanging news. This takes place near the Talath Dirnen.

What do ya think of ghoul child reader with the papas?

🧊

:)

Most days as a freshly-summoned ghoul kit are spent in class, learning about human customs, ministry life, rituals and other Satanist stuff. When you're not in class, 99% of the time you're with the ghouls; but when one of the papas are on tour, most of them are gone with them. So, whichever papas are left in the Abbey take turns on babysitting duty.

Primo spends his days in the garden; he's retired, after all! He'll take you there, asking you to help him pluck weeds, showing you how to plant and repot flowers, even allowing you to grow a few plants of your own. You'll keep them in your bedroom, where you can watch them sprout from seeds. He'll help you keep them alive and cared for, of course.

Once the day is over, you'll spend the evenings cuddled up on the balcony overlooking the garden, watching the sunset. Primo makes tea, and if you don't like that, he'll offer you lemonade or juice. Of course, you often fall asleep, being rocked back and forth on the porch swing; after all, gardening is hard work!

Secondo, (un)bless his heart, doesn't know a thing about raising kits. He often asks Primo for advice, until he finally is able to implement his own routine. You often spend the day with him in his office, where he introduces you to the innerworkings of the Ministry. He even shows you a few classified documents; that is, until you go around the Abbey repeating what you'd seen. After that, you're only allowed to look over receipts, from which you discover that Copia spends a lot of Ministry funds on juice boxes!

You spend the evenings in his bed, watching as he reads that day's newspaper. Once he's finished that, he has plenty of books to read; which can be difficult, given that you can be quite the chatterbox at the end of a long day. Eventually he grows tired of your never-ending stories, and challenges you to a round of 'the quiet game' while he reads aloud to you. Somehow you always win... but it's rather difficult to be talkative when you're asleep.

Terzo is the fun-uncle type of babysitter. He loves to take you outside the Ministry grounds, preferring to spend the day at the aquarium, or the zoo, or the museum. He does have work he could be doing... but he has much more important matters to attend to. Those matters being you!

Of course, these places can be incredibly overstimulating. He always seems to know when you're getting overwhelmed, and sleepy... so he scoops you up into his arms, watching as your head lulls to his shoulder. Each time you're snoring by the time you make it to the car.

Of course by the time you wake you're all snuggled up in his bed, your favorite stuffy in your arms.

Copia is the cuddliest babysitter of them all. You spend the day making blanket forts and cuddling in them, watching movies to your heart's content. He loves watching you drift off, fighting sleep and insisting you're not sleepy- only to fall asleep a moment later, curled up in his embrace.

Sister scours the hallways looking for Copia, furious that his work is not done- after all, this is the behavior she expects from Terzo- but Copia?! No way.

When she stumbles across the blanket fort, however, she spots a sleeping Copia accompanied with a sleeping kit, and decides to leave the two of you be.

(Please reblog, don’t repost!)

This is a commission I did for @n-sani-tea and just finished today! This is one of the biggest projects I’ve done since my Coco zine illustration and I had a lot of fun with this!

These critters are Unusual Ursidae, which are “teddy bears that are atypical of what a teddy would look like.” That’s roughly all I know about them, other than that they seem a tad evil! I absolutely dig this concept and the designs were super fun to work with.

Image description under the cut (cuz it’s really really long).

[ID: Digital illustration eleven unsettling-looking sentient teddy bears welcoming the viewer into a blanket fort. The picture is drawn in colorful cel shading and takes place in an old house with hardwood floors and faded blue flower-print wallpaper. The light is coming from the right, shining low and somewhat red as though the scene were taking place close to sunset. The teddy bears are surrounding a blanket fort made with a large off-white sheet with faded bloodstains on the sides, top, and inside. The blanket is suspended by sticks which are balanced with pillows surrounding them.

In front of the fort and with its back to the viewer (but looking over its shoulder at the viewer) is a pink teddy bear with black button eyes, blue cheek spots, and pink donut frosting with sprinkles covering the top of the bear's head, ears, arms, back, and donut-shaped tail. Yellow markings on the bear's ears resemble planchettes, the one on the left reading "YES" and the one on the right reading "NO." The bear's tongue is sticking out playfully as it holds out its right paw to gesture to the fort and holds back its left paw to ask the viewer to follow it as it steps into the fort.

Lying on the left on top of the fort is a rainbow-colored teddy bear, each piece a different color, and its limbs, head, and ears rearranged (with a paw where its head should be, a leg and an ear where its arms should be, a paw and its head where its legs should be, and a foot where one of the ears should be). The bear's face is also arranged strangely, with its black button eyes arranged vertically on the left side of its face, and its mouth and nose on the right side of its face. It is waving to the viewer with one paw as it lies calmly on the roof.

Lying on the right on top of the fort is a dark gray teddy bear with bat-like features such as large pointed ears, fangs, and elongated arms ending in wings. It is waving to the viewer with its right arm/wing. The stitching holding its black button eyes on is red.

Lying on the  bottom left, just outside the blanket fort, and wrapping into it, around the back, and out the other side, is an extremely elongated green teddy bear. Its arms are folded beneath its head as it looks calmly at the viewer. At its other end on the right side of the fort, one leg is crossed over the other.

Sitting close to the front and inside the fort is a tan teddy bear with an analog TV for a head, with tan ears sprouting out of the top. The side of the blanket is partially draped over the TV, which is on, and portraying wobbly static lines, but also shining brightly. The bear is holding a pillow in front of itself and resting its TV-head on it. The long green bear's body wraps in front of this bear.

To the right of that is a teddy bear with a bear skull for a head, which it is tilting to stare at the viewer with white shining circles within the eye sockets acting as its eyes. Its neck is also skeletal, and goes down into the body, which is more like a regular teddy bear, though with Y-shaped stitching on the front like autopsy cuts, and the area around the neck flared open like a bag. In its paws it holds a double-barreled pop gun.

Just behind and to the left of this bear is a dark pink bear covered in flowers. It is sitting on the body of the long green bear. The pink bear's right eye looks like a pink daisy, with longer purple and tiny yellow flowers growing beneath that. Its left eye is a heart button with a line of blue stitching underneath looking like tears. More flowers sprout out of its chest, and thin roots sprout out of its legs. It is holding a flower in one of its paws, its head tipped downward, but the stitching on its eye looking toward the viewer.

Seated to the right and also atop the long green bear's body is a teddy bear made of stitched-together human flesh. Its face is misshapen and eerily human eyeballs stare out from the two gaps in its stitching. Its mouth is stitched into an unnerving smile, showing yellow teeth. Its right paw is extended toward the viewer in greeting.

To the right and slightly in front of this bear (and in front of the body of the long green bear) is a teddy bear with features resembling an angler fish. It has massive glowing eyes, glowing lures dangling from the top of its head, finned ears, a grinning mouth full of uneven fangs, and front paws resembling webbed flippers. It has no back legs, but instead has a long fish-like tail. It has one paw braced against the floor and the other raised to wave at the viewer.

In front of this bear and peeking out the front of the fort is a grey bear wearing dark robes. Its hood shadows its eyes as it stares directly at the viewer, holding out a lantern in one paw while it pushes the blanket slightly aside with the other.

Finally, at the front right of the tent (and standing on top of the long green bear's belly) is a tan-colored bear with its back to the viewer. It is looking back at the viewer, seemingly with its eyes closed gently and its mouth smiling, but its eyes are sewn shut, and its mouth is stitched into a permanent smile. Pins stick out of its face, one of its arms, and one of its legs, and it is sticking pins into the side of the fort--specifically where one of the blood stains are.

All of the teddy bears are welcoming the viewer into the fort. /end ID]

@hungryyheart: fives times + found

send five times + a word for a drabble, accepting

#1. vacant streets become incidental playground. count to twenty. i’ll hide. and with an innocent delight, august jogs to his hideout: a row of newspaper vending machines. he nudges his timeworn sneaker into eyeshot. (after all, conrad could miss his whereabouts and begin to fret.)

the boy listens as the vampii teen roams neighborhood gloom, peeking around corners, checking underneath benches. and like an apparition, unexplainably, he’s come-and-gone.

“ connie? ”

and the moment a treasured redhead sprouts from twilight’s maws, august yowls with gleeful laughter.

#2. “ i found somethin’ for you. ” august recounts, plastic bag crinkling as gift is fetched. a plush chew toy. bought with two weeks’ allowance. (ms. wood had paid him extra, on account of the cuts he’d sustained.)

band-aid looped fingers slide the plaything, a stuffed hedgehog, across his blanket. “ didn’t want you to hurt yourself chewin’ on anythin’ dangerous. ”

#3. he seeks refuge upon a fire escape. alone but not lonely. punctured but unbloodied. (hurts of heart- and-mind are funny like that.) kody, his darling bear, watches from confines of bookbag.

the boy studies a polaroid: himself, seven-years-old, perched on his daddy’s shoulders. both smile into the camera. tears brim penny brown eyes. amid his whimpers, a voice reaches his ears. a voice calling his name. august drags his gaze to the alleyway and spies conrad. “ what are you doin’ here? ”

#4. it’s conrad who recovers his bear. (lost within the crude blanket fort they made.) a joyous august launches himself at the older boy, enfolding him in a celebratory hug.“ thank you, thank you! ”

#5. ‘ shouldn’t be out this late, little man. ’ iron joe tuts mockingly, arms folded, obstructing august’s path. his two minions flank him. wild boy didn’t join you? august glares at the trio. refuses to dignify them with a reply.

(he’s directing his energy elsewhere. praying, through some kinda miracle, conrad realizes his little brother is in trouble.)

pale hands seize his arms and restrain him. a shrill guffaw echoes into charcoal midnight. august does what his daddy instructed him to do if someone bad grabs him. he bites a hand ‘til blood spurts and his antagonist releases their hold.

and he bolts, shoes smacking pavement, red drops staining his sweatshirt. seeing conrad nigh brings tears to his panicked eyes. “ i-i hurt one of ‘em. ”

Dear mousey reporter friend. I've really been enjoying your articles! I was wondering if i could get some advice. My very round stone sprouted legs! It keeps wanting to walk off the table. What should i do? I am afraid it will hurt itself :c

Dear bes bee Beau,

This is very exciting news! My recommendation would be to build it a comfy pillow fort with many blankets. If you would like to keep it at your desk, consider a small cushiony tent with a soft pillow as a floor. This should help keep your new walking stone friend safe! See below image for an example.

Keep us posted,

Mousey

Rainy Day Indoor Adventures: Fun Ideas for Kids!

Rainy Day Indoor Adventures With Your Kids

On a rainy day, there are plenty of adventures kids can embark on indoors! Here are some ideas:

Indoor Camping: Set up a tent or make a fort using blankets and pillows. Kids can pretend they're camping in the wilderness, tell stories, and even have a picnic inside.

Arts and Crafts: Break out the art supplies and let kids get creative. They can paint, draw, sculpt with clay, or make DIY crafts using materials like paper, cardboard, or recycled items.

Cooking or Baking: Get the kids involved in the kitchen by making some tasty treats together. Simple recipes like cookies, cupcakes, or homemade pizza can be both fun and delicious.

Board Games or Puzzles: Dust off the board games or puzzle sets and have a family game day. Whether it's classic board games like Monopoly or Scrabble, or jigsaw puzzles, it's a great way to spend time together.

Movie Marathon: Set up a cozy movie marathon with popcorn and snacks. Let the kids choose their favorite movies or discover new ones together.

Science Experiments: Conduct simple and safe science experiments at home. There are plenty of kid-friendly experiments available online, exploring topics like volcanoes, slime-making, or creating simple circuits.

Indoor Treasure Hunt: Create a treasure map or a series of clues leading to hidden treasures around the house. Kids will have a blast searching for clues and discovering hidden treasures.

Storytelling: Encourage kids to use their imagination and create their own stories. They can write, illustrate, or even act out their stories for a fun storytelling session.

Dance Party: Clear some space in the living room and have a dance party! Put on some upbeat music and let the kids dance and groove to their favorite tunes.

DIY Science: Create a mini-indoor garden, grow herbs, or even sprout seeds. It's a hands-on way for kids to learn about plants and nature, even when they're stuck indoors.

These activities should keep the kids entertained and engaged, turning a rainy day into a fun-filled adventure!

Looking for more ideas? Check here

sprout mole here

are you just able to conjure blankets?

pretty cool honestly

signed

sprout mole

mhm, it's an ability my creator gave me... she liked blanket forts, we used to make them together... before...

*their voice trails off and they look very sad.*

JJK + domestic things they do with you

max.notes: i think some of these are... domestic things? and some of them aren’t?? i don’t know man i just wanted to write the characters doing cute fluffy shit with you >:(((( i’m also a simp bye

characters included: y. itadori, f. megumi, k. nanami & r. sukuna 

part two

warnings/tags: fluff

ITADORI; folding the laundry

itadori hates doing laundry, practically despises it. but- if it’s with you, then he doesn’t mind all that much. he especially enjoys it when you wash the bedsheets and just as you place the dry linen on the bed he plops himself right on top of them, melting in the warmth they radiate. you’re also tempted to scold him but he stops you by grabbing your hand to pull you on top him, hugging you close. “yuuji!” comes your voice, but there’s not an ounce of malice in it. itadori laughs, snuggling closer into nook of your body. by this point you’ve lost the will to fight back because fuck, he’s just so goddamn cute. you fall limp in his hold, returning the gesture. cause yea, the sheets feel really nice, all soft and warm, the scent of fresh orange zest wafted in the air from the smell goods you added and the extra warm body next to you was a bonus. and it was silent, just the two of you pulling into the darkness of slumber, until itadori just had to open his mouth, “you wanna build a blanket fort?”

MEGUMI; washing the dishes

megumi enjoys the silence the settle between the two of you when you do the dishes together. you usually alternate between who drys and who washes the dishes, keep it fair (according to you, but he doesn’t really mind.) those moments are usually the time he lets his thoughts wonder off into oblivion. how happy he was to be with you. to hold you a certain way that no one else can. whispers that are left unsaid between the two of you, because you already knew. “you’re doing it again.” megumi was pulled from away from his thoughts when your voice suddenly filled the air. “and what might i be doing exactly?” you can hear the tiniest glint of mirth in his voice. but some days, are not quiet and theres music playing in background, laughter light in the air as the two of you engage conversation with one another. gently swaying your hips side to side, bumping into his. and there were some days where a still, almost unbearable silence draped over you, sparks of gurgling anger simmering dangerously low. megumi hated when these days happened; the last thing he wanted was for you to mad at him or for him to be mad at you. even so, you still made it an appoint to the dishes together, because you always do the dishes together.

NANAMI; grocery shopping

nanami is a planner, i think this should be pretty common knowledge. he wakes up at the ass crack of dawn to plan a grocery shopping trip with you. nanami wants to be at the store at a reasonable time (like 7am is reasonable.) and he does this on sunday mornings, which you honestly hate because you just want to sleep in but no, nanami can and will drag you out of bed to go with him. so when y’all do make to the store, he’s all dressed in a freshly ironed shirt with slacks while you’re still dressed in your pajamas and slippers. cause the least he can do is let you go how you please, so there isn’t much argument from him. nonetheless, you feel like a child following him around the store but he doesn’t pay any mind to it. nanami is just happy to have your company with him because it makes it more enjoyable, seeing you grumble around like a dark rain cloud. he let’s you put whatever you want in the cart, no matter how much he wants to put it back because, “do you really need philsbury toaster strudels?” which is answered with a brooding, “yes.”

SUKUNA; gardening

out of the two of you, you’re definitely the one with the green thumb. he’s never really took a liking to flowers, or plants in general. for sukuna, they were always just... there. bothersome things to take care of. almost like raising a child, but less annoying. he remembers the first time he saw you tending to your plants. the gentle smile that rested on your face, the tenderness of your eyes as you spoke sweet nothings to the little seedlings that sprouted from the ground. he was asked why you talking to them because it isn’t like they have ears or that they’ll respond back. “they prosper off positive affirmations. they’re livings things, they have feelings too.” sukuna thought you were dumb for saying that, his only response was him scoffing and continuing to watch you coddle your plants. it wasn’t until one early morning, the sun barely peaking over the line of trees where he decided to venture into your garden. he spotted the seedings from a week before, and he noticed how much longer they’ve grown. how... pretty they look; reaching his hand to caress the tendrils to reveal in velvet feeling. and that’s how you found him, sitting in the middle of your garden talking to all your plants. you tried not to scream cause he just looked so cute petting the fauna with the softest smile on his face. 

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Pillow Forts & Fairy Lights || One-Shot | Hisirdoux Casperan x GN!Reader

Summary: What’s better to relax and celebrate making it through another week of living than a cozy pillow fort, snacks and movies with your favourite person?

Word Count: 1501

Warnings: None!

Taglist: @furblrwurblr​ @moppetwithamanbun​ @tales-of-hisirdoux​ @alovesongshewrote​ @yagirlcheesely​ @daydream-believin​

Douxie's had a closing shift at the café again and it being a Friday meant he had the weekend free, so you decide to start the weekend off like any not normal normal couple would. 

Pulling the cushions off your couch and stacking them up with blankets and bedsheets with chairs holding it all up from the sides, you found that you’d made a pretty stable fort base if you did so say yourself. Next, you pulled out some fairy lights from your room and strung them up around the inside of the fort to the best of your ability. A little bit of tape and some twist ties got you a long way.

The fort itself stretched off the couch and over the floor, your kitchen island bar stools holding up the later. 

Once you'd moved into the apartment, your inflow of blankets had come with you, so there never really was a shortage. Douxie had always complained about being cold. You’d sure solved that problem. You used them to build a sort of platform or mat on the floor off the couch on the floor, and on the couch you did the same. It was already beginning to look and feel like a cozy little warm igloo in there. The "top floor" of the fort had a mountain of your favourite blankets, as you had not been willing to sacrifice them to the floor. 

You checked the clock and your text messages to see that Douxie was just finishing up closing at work now, which meant you still had a little time before he got home. You clambered out from the opening of the fort and took a step back to admire your handy work. Nodding in satisfaction at its interior and deeming it acceptable and some quick adjustments to fix the exterior to your liking, you set off to the kitchen for your next mission: snacks. 

Rifling through the cabinets, you settled on some Doritos and Smartfood, as well as some candy bars and gummies you'd bought earlier. You scooped all the goods into your arms and shuffled back over to the fort, trying your best not to drop anything on the way there. Multiple trips were for suckers. 

Was the couch right in front of the tv? Yes. Did that mean you could be in the couch fort while watching said tv? Not particularly. 

Having planned this, you pulled out your laptop and strung it's cord through the mass of pillows and blankets to sit on the top level of the fort on the only neatly stacked pile of blankets. Next, you hauled all the snacks that you’d promptly dropped at the entrance to the fort, into the lower level blanket lair and turned off the lights to save them for the grand reveal of your evening plans for when Douxie got home. 

Archie made himself comfortable inside, which you didn't mind one bit. He was always good company, so even though you thought it to be like a little date night, you had no problem with sharing the space with the familiar. 

You didn't plan to watch any specific movies or show, you just figured you'd both decide together and figure it out later when he got home. You also ended up leaving the drink choices alone for when he got back. You assumed he'd want tea after a long day at work, but you could never be too sure. 

It wasn’t much longer until you heard footsteps outside the apartment door and the jingling of keys as Douxie unlocked the door. It wasn't a rare occurrence for him to step into a completely dark apartment. Sometimes you’d fall asleep somewhere while the sun was still out and just hadn't turned any lights on before it set. Other times he'd just find you in your room hunched over your device and lit up by only the glow of your phone or laptop. Once in a while though, he'd find a little glowing orbs of your magic to light the way to your room, where he’d find you reading surrounded by a handful of them. Almost like you sat in a field of oversized fireflies. 

He much preferred the last one as it made him worry less about you damaging your eyesight. Not to mention you always looked so peaceful reading there in your magical light, mind in another world as you read the story you held in your hands. 

Today however, he was greeted with the first option. Pitch darkness was the only thing to welcome him home. Not even Archie came to greet him. Some friend he was. 

Of course the wizard wasn't aware that his familiar was currently snoozing away in a fort hidden by said darkness, but still. 

He heard a faint shuffling from somewhere in the living room, followed by your voice welcoming him home and asking him how his day was. 

"Sorry for the darkness! I made us a surprise though! C’mere," 

He felt your hand grab his and you pulling him slightly to lead him across the room. 

"Just oneee second-!"

There was a bit of a pause and a little more shuffling before little lights sprouted up under the roof of the fort. Their brightness dimmed by the bed sheets made them look like a bunch of glowworms in their living room. The fairy lights illuminated the room just enough for Douxie to be able to make out the fort and the shapes of everything inside it. 

"I thought a couch fort-movie night was a good way to celebrate the weekend and making it through another week of customer service." 

The glow from the fort now gave enough light for him to make out the grin on your face. 

He couldn't help but smile back at the thoughtful gesture, "Thank you love, it's perfect."

"Archie's already in there and made himself at home by the way, hope you don't mind."

You crouched down to crawl through the entrance and into the fort. "You gonna stand out there by yourself all night or what?"

Douxie smiled again as the lights lit up your silhouette under the sheets, just enough for him to see you waving him in. 

"Oh wait almost forgot, sorry hold on," You crawled back out, heading for the kitchen to get drinks. "Tea?"

"Sure thing, darling."

You smiled back as you filled the kettle with water and set it to boil. “Oh go on, don’t be shy. Make yourself comfy and I’ll be right over.” “I’m going, I’m going.” He chuckled lightly, putting his hands up in defense as he crawled into the fort.

You may or may not have magicked your way to boiling water to save time, but soon enough you poured your cups of tea and returned to the fort in the living room. What? Magic may not be a permissible shortcut to hard work, but it wasn’t you who was Merlin’s apprentice after all. 

You dropped bags of your favourite tea into travel mugs, just to be safe, and poured in the hot water before bringing them back over to the fort in your living room. 

“Do me a favour and hold these for me for a second please?” You stuck your arms into the fort, holding the travel mugs out to Douxie who chuckled and took them from you as you’d asked.

“No problem,” he said.

“Thanksss,” you said, shimmying your way into the fort with various noises of struggle. To which, your wizard simply laughed at in amusement. 

“You alright there, love? Having trouble getting into your own fortress?” 

“Ha ha, very funny.” You made extra effort to take up as much space as possible once you’d reached him. 

Archie protested slightly as you both shuffled around trying to make yourselves comfortable, but eventually settled back down once you'd done the same. As you discussed movie options, you'd eventually settled on a new fantasy release and curled up at Douxie's side. He wrapped an arm around you while you pulled up a blanket and buried yourself further into his chest, making yourself cozy. 

Douxie wasn't one for confined spaces, but having you right next to him in a fort you'd made with love for him made him feel much more at peace. You shared the snacks you'd previously brought in while sipping your tea and enjoying the movie together. 

The movie however, was rather long. And though it was good, that didn't help keep the two of you awake after a long day of work. You fell asleep in his arms probably just after halfway through the movie, and he fell asleep not long after. 

Archie had made his way onto your lap by the time the movie credits rolled around and promptly curled up where he sat, glad that his wizards were home. The three of you stayed like this the rest of the night, in the company of each other and under the cover of bedsheets and artificial stars.

November 23: Jasper and Monty, Southern Gothic AU

Heeeeey I don’t know what this is! Even less than usual. I’m trying to get back into the Southern Gothic fic and also like... smooth out some of the parts I don’t feel confident about in terms of the universe as a whole.  I don’t know if I succeeded. I don’t know what I’m doing at all here. Something’s just not clicking for me... feels like I’m just too ambitious and don’t understand my own wants here well enough. Feels like I’m trying too hard to grasp... something.

Anyway, this is just kind a rambly world-building experiment, almost no edits.

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They move into the house on Monty's eighteenth birthday: slap down their share of the loot from the Bardo theft as down payment, pack their boxes, and make the place their own. The house has a sharp, peaked roof, built not quite right, like a crooked A, and a round window in the attic, which stares out at the street like an ever-watchful eye. They put curtains in the windows and repaint the clapboard siding a pleasing shade of light blue. The front lawn, which is scraggly and small, bisected by a walkway of wide, cracked cement tiles, and ringed by an imposing chain link fence, they leave much to its own devices. But the back yard, separated from its neighbors only by a ring of tall, thick bushes, and easily surveyed from the open back porch, Monty takes over as his own.

By the end of the spring, the yard seems bigger than it is. A flower garden. A vegetable garden. Annuals, perennials, sunflowers that grow up to dwarf their little house, spider plants sprouting smaller versions of themselves, everything growing—Jasper likes to get lost in the controlled wilderness of it. He likes to sit in the dirt and feel it rough and sifting dry beneath his hands, or clinging to his hands in dark masses after a heavy rain. He takes the vegetables from the garden, cuts them up, and makes them into salad, or adds them to soups, and they eat heartily all through the year.

They keep two bedrooms, because sometimes they each need their own space, but often Jasper falls asleep sprawled across Monty's bed, Monty's fingers curling in his hair. He kicks the heavy, plaid comforter off of them while he sleeps, and when Monty pulls it back up from the floor in the gray hours before dawn, he traps Jasper under it, and Jasper dreams of the blanket forts they used to make when they were kids.

After some debate, they stash the safe in Jasper's room, under the bed. It's the messier of the two, which is a plus, and Jasper is the more likely to abandon his proper place for Monty's domain instead. So it doesn't bother anyone, gathering dust under the mattress, in the far corner nearest the wall.

Crystals hang from the windows, flashing rainbows across the walls.

Monty has his part time job at the greenhouse and Jasper his at the Main Street Market, and his odd jobs, and sometimes their shifts don't overlap and Jasper finds himself alone, sitting in the window seat in his room, going over and over everything he's ever done that feels like magic. He'd love to make something float. Like he feels himself floating, sometimes. He thinks about the dinners he makes for them on cold winter nights and about carving the pumpkins Monty grew for them last fall, about everything they do together, about talismans in their pockets when they go out with Bellamy's crew, and incantations muttered under his breath to stop the pounding of his heart, which has not gotten weaker over time. He thinks about little thrills of power in unexpected moments, when he seems to see and understand it all, all at once. Nothing in the world is arbitrary. He perceives the connections among things, tendrils from the ground, flat rays of sun from the sky. Could he see the future, maybe? Could he see the hidden secrets of men? Could he come to understand that within himself that so eludes--

For Christmas, Jasper gifts Monty a cauldron, with a big red bow. "For the house, really," he says. "I mean, we gotta have one." And Monty laughs, and shakes his head, and when the laughter dies out, he says quietly:

"I guess this is what we are."

Maybe there's more to see. Deep scars in this town--he notices them sometimes. Families been here a long time, settling roots, disturbing the earth. Never knowing what they'll bump up against or send to the surface: he pictures it all, like grubbing little worms in turned up soil. The unspoken, the unsaid, the hidden. All that scares him more, same things that took him from his parents' house, scares him more than those old tales about the woods that do not end and the red-eyed creatures in them, tales about the devil tempting man.

Devil lives deep down in this country. That's why they're always talking about him. They feel him.

The new year turns and the air cuts with a bitter chill, frost tipping the dead grass, drafts beneath the door. They invite Bellamy's kid sister over for dinner, because she's got a scared rabbit look about her when they see her at Bellamy's house, wide-eyed and waiting, like she's just looking for some escape to a bgger world. They don't get her high, because Bellamy would kill them. Instead they wrap themselves up in blankets and sit on the floor of the living room and play Monopoly by house rules, and try to get her talking about the outlines she sees in the hazy future ahead. What she might hope for. She has that glint in her eye when she's winning, like she's gonna take the house down, and the whole town, too. Like when she decides what she wants, she's going to take and take and take.

Like brother, like sister. Like Jasper and Monty do. Except, fuck, sometimes Jasper doesn't know anymore what he's grasping for. He thinks about the attic, which Octavia won't see yet, not for some time, and its round window that stares out at their crowded, narrow street, and the cauldron on the shelf next to the crystals that perhaps do nothing at all, and the drying herbs, and the rows and rows of pickled, preserved, and otherwise contained fruits of the earth in jar after jar after jar. The notebook with coffee stains still drying patterns on its pages, where they've started trying to keep track of who knows what and about whom, as if in the patterns of secrets and history, whatever is just out of reach might be gained. Is he trying to contract himself or to expand? Trying to know or forget? From this spot on the floor, watching Octavia's silver bulldog marching across the board, he seems to see it all as no more than a game, and himself a single piece traveling in circles to no end.