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I can see the baby demons and the twins that blaze adopted using h Solar as a comfy bed which causes h Solar to doze off as well
This just leads the blaze seeing this and joining them with a blanket
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askthetraveller · 2 years
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“Hmhmhm, should I introduce your father to his new stepchildren?
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thatgreyjedi · 2 years
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Kind of late to the party but I drew something for day 3 of Codywan week!
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Today’s prompt (No Order 66) fits perfectly with my current one shots the trials and errors of parenthood! Plus,I love drawing cuddles and something that’ll warm your heart like a cup of tea! If you are confused, this is the space husbands Obi-Wan and Cody, featuring their daughter and my OC Embrie as a toddler/kid!
I’ll also link the one shots if interested
 https://archiveofourown.org/works/40760373/chapters/102134532
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mariashades · 1 year
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By MariaShades and SinEater This follows Mission Critical in the Movement series by JanetM74
Chapter Eight
Sanctuary: a holy place
The afternoon had started to turn to twilight by the time Virgil wrapped up the call with Doctor Orchid. He slumped back in the office chair and blew out a long sigh, feeling absolutely wrung out and exhausted, but curiously light. It was like he’d had one of his frenetic bursts of creative energy, ‘possessed by the madness of the gods’, as the Greeks sometimes phrased it. It was an experience that resulted in an absolute disaster of an art studio as he slaved away in utter thrall to whichever muse had enraptured him and by the end produced a masterpiece worthy of any major gallery in the world. 
It had felt so good to pour out the bile and bitterness, to express the anger and hopelessness, the utter weariness and many flavours of fear that had weighed down his soul and ‘made the sun dark in his eyes’- a half remembered phrase from a children’s book that seemed absolutely fitting. It’d shocked him the first time Orchid had sworn in response to what he’d described, he had not expected that at all, but to have his feelings validated with such vehemence had been unexpectedly cheering. 
He’d quickly seen exactly how Orchid had earned her way into the affections of the captains- ‘spitfire’ would have been putting it mildly- and to know he had her on his side… it was so nice to have someone in his corner who wasn’t already there through familial ties. 
“How do you feel?” Kayo asked softly from the bed. 
Virgil turned in the chair to look at her. He’d missed the presence of their jungle cat of a sister more than he’d realised. Knowing she was lurking there, ready to pounce if need be, had been a security that he’d missed- he didn’t need to watch his back with her around, she kept them safe. 
Going back to the Island, having to watch his own back again… that was going to be hard. He could trust Brains with his safety, and he mostly trusted Rigs and Sadie- only with his physical safety though, not emotional. Taylor was right out, he was all but convinced the sun rose and set at Sir’s command. But going back was doable now- the endless tunnel that had been his life for well over two years now had a light at the end and it wasn’t a freight train.
“I’m… getting there,” Virgil said at last. “I think I’ll make a start on my homework.” He gestured towards one of the empty notebooks he’d packed in with his art supplies, now lying open on the desk. Orchid had told him to start journaling but with a twist- each day was to be summed up in colours in whatever medium felt the best. Basic shapes if he had to, but no forms, just colours. Today… today felt like thick, greasy lines of oil pastels- heavy, strong bands of dark colours that bled into each other at the edges, fading into lighter shades. Yes, that would do it.
“Good.” Kayo lithely rose to her feet and kissed the top of his head. “You stay there, I’ll bring you some dinner.” 
“F.A.B.” Virgil was already reaching for the tray of pastels as she slipped out the door.
0o0o0
Dinner had been arranged by Paul, Parker and Adam- build your own burgers- and people scattered to different areas of the house to enjoy them. There had been vague ideas of a board game tournament afterwards- at the very least John wanted a rematch at the chess board, his pride had been sorely stung that he’d lost to Paul- but thick black clouds had boiled up over the course of the afternoon and it had been deemed wiser for everyone to retreat to their residences before the threatening rain could break. 
As it turned out, they’d made the right call with heavy rain starting to bucket down shortly after the last of the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher and the kitchen and dining room had been set back to rights. 
Sprawled on his bed in his darkened berth on the houseboat, Gordon listened to the rain drumming on the roof and the waves lapping against the hull as he stared sightlessly at the ceiling, his thoughts churning through his head. He’d tried to approach Penny at dinner time, but every time he got near enough to talk to her she slipped through his fingers like the finest sand. 
He groaned in frustration and rolled over to lie facedown on the mattress, half hoping he’d smother in the blankets or something, that’d be easier to deal with than all of this. He could just let it go- let her go. If he was a smart man, he would. There just was so much going on right now, his plate wasn’t just full, it was overloaded. The wise thing to do would be to prioritise the current crisis, deal with that and let this lingering question of him and Penny fall to the bottom of the pile. But he, Gordon Cooper Tracy, had never been accused of being a smart or wise man, nor had he ever been accused of doing things halfway. 
He had an opportunity and he had to know. He couldn’t have this unanswered question hanging over his head any longer, he’d go mad. 
A quick riffle through his bag turned up the supplies and an hour of frantic scribbling produced something that he hoped would get him an answer either way. Finally he threw on some clothes, boots and a raincoat and went out into the sodden night. He exchanged nods with Scarlet who was swathed in a poncho and roaming on perimeter patrol, crossed the ladder bridge and slipped inside the rental house with barely a whisper of sound to betray him. That part was easy- he grew up with Kayo. But getting the message to his intended target without anyone else seeing it, that had him temporarily stumped… that was until Sherbert appeared at his feet and yapped at him for attention. “Hey Bertie.” Gordon spoke in a soft voice as he crouched and smiled as the little dog wriggled excitedly. He fussed over the pug for a bit, then took his note and tucked it into the back of the little coat that kept the dog warm. “Can you take that to Penny for me?” He pointed in the general direction of the bedrooms. “To Penny, go to Penelope, okay?” 
Sherbert yipped once and trotted off. Gordon stayed long enough to watch him jump his way up the stairs, then turned and went back to the houseboat, hoping that his plan would work.
Inside her room in the rental, Penny half-roused and rolled onto her side when she sensed Sherbert climb up the stack of suitcases she’d placed by her bed as a staircase and make the final leap up onto the bed. “Bertie…” she murmured, reaching out for her companion and feeling him snuggle into his favourite spot under her chin. She found him easily enough, but the unexpected crinkle of paper when she patted him made her wake fully. “What…?” Rubbing sleep from her eyes, Penelope sat up and turned on the bedside lamp to investigate. 
The edge of a piece of folded paper peeped out from under Sherbert’s jumper and she eased it out carefully. She recognised the hand that had scrawled ‘Lady Penelope’ across the outside of the note instantly- this was from Gordon. 
Heart hammering in her chest, she turned the folded note over in her hands, opened it and began to read. 
Lady Penelope, 
I don’t know how you feel about second chances, and I absolutely do not blame you if you don’t want to give me one- I get it, there’s been a lot of water under the bridge, a lot of hurt, most of it caused by me, and the last third of my name has a lot of baggage attached to it. Hell, I have a lot of baggage attached to me.
But I want to ask: once everything is over and the dust has settled, would you be open to the idea of you and me trying again? 
Gordon
Penelope read and re-read the short missive perhaps half a dozen times, absently patting Sherbert with her free hand as she considered how to respond and dared to entertain the idea that perhaps she and Gordon did have an opportunity to begin again. She just hoped that he could forgive her for her cowardice- phones worked both ways, and she had her own way of getting messages into Spectrum. Though he had claimed the blame last night, the withering away of their fledgeling relationship had been just as much her fault, if not more- after all, she did not have to flee her home to escape a controlling, cruel narcissist, and she could have done so much more to help if she’d just had the courage to take a stand sooner. 
With a sigh, Penny gathered Sherbert up into her arms for a cuddle and listened to the rain pattering against the window as she considered how to best respond. 
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Restless. 
The word tumbled through John’s mind and it perfectly summed up exactly how he was feeling right now. Despite it being well past midnight and being very tired, his thoughts were buzzing between his ears, his skin wasn’t sitting right on his bones and no matter what he tried he just couldn’t get comfortable enough to doze off. 
John stared up at the ceiling, bundled in blankets with a knitted watch cap pulled over his head, wearing thick flannel pyjamas that he’d pilfered from Scott’s room and two pairs of socks on. Even though the rain had eased off, it was still too cold for his liking. Between his space suit and the temperature controlled environments of Five and then Cloudbase he hadn’t noticed it as much, but with his severe lack of body fat he was really feeling the temperature changes now that he was dirtside. 
John? His phone lit up as EOS’ voice issued from it.
“Yes, EOS?” 
I have been analysing your biometric data. You are touch starved. 
“What?” Surprised by the announcement, John rolled over to better look at the icon hovering over his phone.
The data is very clear- all of your stress indicators drop when someone touches you, even more so when you have the deep pressure stimulation of a hug. 
That… made a lot of sense now that he thought about it. Ever since he all but barricaded himself inside Thunderbird Five, his opportunities for physical contact with another human had plummeted. He’d snuck the occasional hug with Virgil when he and Lee had brought Three up to deliver large supplies, but the last time he had had prolonged, sustained contact with another human had been when Scott had been shot. In fact, his weeks aboard Cloudbase were probably the most he’d been touched in a very long time, and a decent chunk of that touch had been from surgery and other medical care. 
It was a sad state of affairs when one could say that the most amount of physical contact they’d had in literal years had included when one was being operated on. 
“...I think you’re right.” John said at last. The data fitted, and now that he thought about being hugged, simply imagining it seemed to both satiate and agitate the unnamed itch that was keeping him awake. 
Of course I am. EOS was smug, but the love in her voice was clear. Scott is in the lounge, she added, clearly anticipating whom he’d be seeking out. 
“Thanks EOS.” John carefully rolled out of bed, blankets draped over his shoulders as he went in search of his eldest brother. 
He found Scott sprawled on one of the couches in the dimly lit lounge, one leg hooked over the armrest, and staring at the still burning fireplace, lost in his own thoughts. “Budge over.” John ordered, flapping a corner of blanket at Scott to make him move. 
Surprised by his appearance, Scott obediently sat up and shuffled over to make room. 
“Thanks.” John seated himself and rested his head on Scott’s shoulder, leaning into the warmth of one of the two exothermic siblings. Just as he anticipated, the cuddling triggered Scott’s sibling-pillow mode and he automatically curled an arm around him and shifted slightly to make it easier for John to half-lie on him. Scott and Virgil always ran hot, on cold nights back in Kansas it’d been a real blessing to have a space heater on legs to curl up with. 
Between the warmth of his brother, the comfort of the arm around him and the hypnotic dancing of the flames, he finally felt sleep creeping up on him. Then a thought occurred to him and he forced himself awake again. “Scott… we haven’t puppy-piled in years…” His voice was a quiet whisper. 
“No, no we haven’t.” Scott’s arm around John tightened reflexively. “Do you want to?” 
“Yes, please.” 
“EOS, contact the others- puppy pile.” Scott ordered, looking around the lounge and already considering the logistics of the operation. 
Yes Commander. 
Between the two of them they had some of the cushions and couch squabs stripped and laid out on the floor and the hall cupboard emptied of self-inflating mattresses before Alan bounded downstairs with his arms full of more blankets and pillows. 
“This is a perfect idea!” Alan exclaimed as he joined them, adding his contribution to the pile before putting a couple of logs on the fireplace to keep it going. 
Gordon appeared next, dumping a rolled up blanket on an armchair and shifting the now stripped couches and other furniture out of the way to create enough space for the improvised bed that Scott and John were tetris-ing together with the squabs, mattresses and cushions. Virgil and Kayo finally arrived with their own bedding and everyone found spots and piled in. 
By mutual agreement, Kayo was at the ‘head’ of the improvised bed with Scott’s head resting on her stomach. Scott was on his back at the very centre with Virgil and John on his left and right, their heads pillowed on his shoulders and his arms cradling them. Gordon snuggled up against Virgil’s back; one arm under Virgil’s neck to hold Kayo’s and Alan’s hands under Scott’s neck. The other stretched across bodies to hold Scott’s hand that was across John. Alan cuddled up with John, one arm snaked under John’s head to hold hands with Kayo and Gordon, the other curled over John’s waist to gently rest on Scott’s abdomen.
They were still there when the first rays of the sunrise crept over the horizon and Adam peeped in through the kitchen doorway to see where the Tracys had gotten to. He smiled at the sight of the collection of sleeping forms and quietly shut the door to let them have a little more peace and privacy.
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pjs-everyday · 23 days
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someone: do u watch spy x family?
me: yea, and I’m so normal about it
also me:
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🙂🤲❤️
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yuushin7 · 9 months
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More Twiyor bcs why not .👁👄👁 For first sketch I used this as reference, second one was random "couples" tiktoks I run into on Instagram xD
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hakiscoffeeshop · 1 year
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mm. cozy (wip)
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proxythe · 6 days
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aki cussing ppl out over the phone is like a sweet sweet lullaby <3
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shilohsylvanian · 7 months
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Another JP Online Shop release from the Collect! series, strawberry theme babies.
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brie-annwyl · 5 months
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Fic idea things <3
Jason coming back to get revenge and seeing Bruce at his grave, talking to his headstone saying things like “you have a wonderful new brother, his name is Tim. I think you would’ve loved him.” And “Never tell Dick, but you were and probably always will be my favourite, Jay.” And Jason realizes oh fuck, I’m not ready for this emotional moment and I don’t even want revenge anymore. So he just continues to be Red Hood and sticks to crime alley until the Bats (Bruce, Tim, Dick, etc) get kidnapped and he’s like, oh fuck, now I HAVE to deal with this emotional bs.
Bruce just immediately hugging Jason after he finds out his identity. Even if it’s dangerous for him to do so (Jason pointing a gun at him).
Jason’s reason for wanting to kill the Joker having nothing to do with revenge, the reality of the situation is Jason has borderline debilitating insomnia because he’s so terrified he’ll wake up back in that warehouse or the Joker will find him whilst he’s asleep.
Bruce originally not wanting Tim as his new Robin because he reminded him so much of Jason. To the point where he caught himself almost calling him Jason on multiple occasions. That’s why it took so long for them to be close.
Dick accidentally calling Tim - Jason after Jason beats the shit out of him.
Jason and Tim knowing each other before Jason dies. Jason knew Tim’s parents weren’t caring for him properly and wanted Bruce to adopt him but he didn’t get the chance to tell Bruce about Tim when he was alive.
Jason getting dosed in fear toxin and getting hallucinations of Willis whilst the other bats are around.
Bruce getting dosed in fear toxin and hallucinates burying Jason again.
Jason is always freezing bc of the whole dying thing and needs other people to keep warm, but Jason’s a stubborn bitch and it’s the middle of winter.
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cozylittleartblog · 6 months
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had a(nother) nightmare
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kitamars · 1 year
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so it was valentines day yesterday huh
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arkiwii · 3 months
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The F in family is for "forever"
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sketchnskribbles · 8 months
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sweetchildcloud · 3 months
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||MINI ME|| written by me ☆~♡~◇
Plot: Gojo being an affectionate father as he meets his baby for the first time.
Tags-Breast feeding mention,lots of cuddles,fluff,fatherly love,heartwarming,cute overload.
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“You’re cuter” Gojo teases, but he is pleased. He likes watching you nurse Hotaru. It’s a special moment, for the both of you and your child. “He’s adorable” Satoru continues, his voice dripping with affection “but his mother… hm, far more gorgeous" Satoru laughs softly and pulls the baby in for a tight squeeze. Then, he lifts his head and stares at him once more, holding him at arm's length. The baby’s eyes are wide and bright, like stars in the sky "You have my eyes, little one. You have my eyes...and that adorable chuckle" He adds, before grinning to himself. It feels good looking at his baby. Good and strange. The whole situation was a bit surreal, in a good way, but... "I think I'm starting to understand what being a dad means"
Hatoru yawned as he wobbled scooting near his father chest and laying his head on his shoulder.
Satoru grins as he feels the weight of his son’s head resting on his shoulder. He gently caress Hotaru’s head as the baby falls asleep, and Satoru’s hand comes down to rub soft circles on his son’s back.
Hatoru yawned and he whimpered softly as he couldn't sleep continuously sifting in his dad embrace.
Satoru looks down at his son, noticing the baby’s tired, watery eyes. Immediately, he feels guilt again, realizing that his son is still adjusting to his new surroundings and hasn’t gotten used to falling asleep by himself yet. With a gentle sigh, he pulls Hotaru close to himself again, his grip tightening around the baby as a way to offer more comfort. “Shh” Satoru whispers quietly as he rocks his son “It’s okay… I’m here. I’m here….”
But that didn't help much as Hotaru whimper continued, his tiny fists clutching to his chest as he whimpers, more maybe he needed his pacifier.
Satoru’s heart twists when he hears the cries continue. He couldn’t stand seeing his son like this, with his tiny fists clutching his cheeks and his big, blue eyes so watery. Without a second thought, he pulls out a pacifier from his pocket and pops it into Hotaru’s mouth. The baby chews on the pacifier with an adorable expression, sucking on it as he does. “Better?” Satoru smiles, letting out a breath of relief.
Satoru stares at his son for a long moment, his breath caught in his throat over how *tiny* the baby is. His tiny fists on Satoru’s chest, his chubby cheeks as they wobble with his yawns, a small smear of drool as he sucks on the pacifier—everything about the little one makes Satoru’s heart swell. The baby looks incredibly adorable right now, and Satoru can’t help but feel a little happy to see the little one so calm.
"Boop" Gojo said soflty as he booped softly Hatoru little bitty nose with the tip of his finger and the baby made a cooing noise curling up his nose.
You sighed looking at the two of them and how cute they were before you let a yawn of your own "Let's go to bed sweetie" you said tiredly at Gojo.
“In a few minutes” Satoru pouted whispering, his gaze still on his son. “Just…” The baby’s sleepy eyes are adorable, and he can’t help but feel affectionate seeing them in this state. “Just let me cherish this moment, please?”
"Oh my god you're so adorable, you're not having a baby fever now are you?" You asked smirking looking at him.
“Maybe a little...” Satoru smiles, not denying it. The entire situation with them becoming parents was a bit overwhelming, but... it was so worth it. He loves it here, with his son in his arms, smiling at him just as he is. “You’re not jealous are you? And “If you mean ‘is seeing my baby like this making me feel all kinds of feels’? Yes” he answers, feeling a bit sheepish “And if it’s not baby fever, then… I don’t even know what to call it. Just watching him sleep makes me smile for some reason”
He paused before adding
“Is that weird?” He asks, still admiring Hotaru’s sleeping form. “I just feel…” A strange feeling of warmth erupted throughout his body. Love, maybe? “I feel content”
"No,not at all,it just means that you love your son and I feel the same" you said caressing softly the baby cheek as he sleeps
The warm sensation spreads through Gojo’s chest as he stares down at his son. Hatoru is so small and innocent that he makes Gojo want to cover him in kisses and hugs. He never imagined being a father would make him feel like this. Love and affection, sure, but this… this is a whole new world of emotions that he’s never experienced before. “It’s a nice feeling” he murmurs. “A very nice feeling”
“We should get to bed now, right?” He asks, still watching his son’s sleeping face, then looking over to you. He doesn’t want to miss this moment, but he also doesn’t want you to exhaust yourself.
"You can bring the baby in our bed so that we can sleep together"
Satoru looks down at Hotaru at your suggestion and his heart flutters. Yes. He wants that. He wants that very, *very* much. The two of you could sleep in bed with the baby together. Hold him close as he sleeps. It would be the most content moment of his life. Satoru swallows, trying to keep himself from smiling like an idiot. “That’s a great idea”
Satoru nods and gets up, taking his son in his arms once more. The baby is *so* light. So delicate. So cute. He chuckles as he follows you up the stairs, and walks into the bedroom. Your bed is large enough for a king, and it doesn’t take you long to climb into bed and pull Hotaru with each of you at either side. “We’re a family” Satoru whispers, his voice nearly breaking. “We’re a family now”
"Are you crying?" You asked giggling softly at your husband antics.
Satoru gives you a sheepish smile. It’s true, he has tears in his eyes. Not tears of sadness, but tears of pure joy. “Am I crying?” he chuckles softly, wiping his eyes. “Maybe just a little. This—” he gestures to their family in bed “—it’s just so beautiful… so precious…” “We created this…” He continues. “Me and you, together, we created this perfect thing” Satoru smiles again, his voice cracking with emotion as he stares down at his son. “There’s nothing better in the world than this”
“You’re a sentimental idiot” you giggled and rolled your eyes amusedly, but you didn't object when Satoru sweeps you up in a warm embrace and pulls you close to hug you. You’re a family now. Hotaru is yours, and together, you are more than you’ve ever been.
Bonus:
Satoru laughs softly, pressing his face against you “I’m a sentimental idiot” He agrees, smiling against your cheek. “But my God, I don’t think there’s anything in the world that can make me so happy right now. You and our baby…” He trails off as he continues to embrace you contented and completely at ease as you both slowly drift off to sleep.
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Me thinking about this:
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☆Happy,happy,happy~☆
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Family doodle
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