#I got the biggest box of crayons

[uwudonoodle]

Soup coloring book: Gumbo - complete

#coloring #coloring book #coloring books #soup #i love soup #food #art #my art #crayons #crayola #crayola crayons #food art #gumbo #shrimp and sausage gumbo #adult coloring book #adult coloring pages #adult coloring therapy #make art of the things you love #I got this coloring book for christmas #and I love it #coloring is fun #I got the biggest box of crayons #feeding my inner child #foodie

[lunamugetsu]

Delivery!

Flash was currently being held captive in a black of ice. How he got like this he wasn't sure. All he remembered was that he was running across Central City keeping the peace until suddenly an ice beam shot out of nowhere and froze his feat to the ground.... and the rest of him.

"Alright you got me! Show your face!"

"Well I was going to regardless. No need to yell." Out pops Danny Phantom carrying a bag with him and holding out an envelope.

"What? Who are you?"

"My name's Phantom. Danny Phantom. I have a message for you. I couldn't get your attention earlier so I thought this was just the next best way to get you to stop." Danny said as he unfreezes the speedster.

"Uh, okay." Flash said as Danny gives him an envelope.

On the envelope there are drawing in crayon and stickers and in marker it says: to Flash.

"It's from Susie, she'd said you'd remember her."

He remembered a Susie, a little girl that he used to see in the children's hospital. She had leukemia. He spent any minute he could making sure the kid was smiling when he was there. He was heartbroken when the nurses told him that she had passed away before he could give her her birthday present. Flash examined the crayon written words, it was just like Susie's writing.

"How did you?"

"Just read it."

The letter reads:

Dear Flash,

I'm sorry, I wasn't there when you showed up for my birthday. I never got to tell you, but thank you for being at the hospital with me when I was scared of going to treatment or when I had to take my medicine. Thank you for making me smile even when I didn't feel well. Thank you for playing games with me when I couldn't go outside. Thank you for talking to my mom and dad at my funeral. That was really nice. I drew some pictures for you but I never got to finish them when I was in the hospital so I drew you some new ones. Danny says that he'll give them to you.

In the envelope was a series of different colored papers all with different crayon and marker drawings of Susie and him playing in different scenarios. One where she was a doctor and he played the injured patient. One where they were both superheroes. Another one where they were playing shadow puppets when she wasn't feeling well. Page after page were different drawings of them playing with the last one was covered in glitter with a big heart with a crayon drawing of him and Susie.

"Susie said that her biggest regret was that she couldn't say thank you to her hero before she passed. So I bumped her up on my delivery list."

"What?"

"Oh yeah, I never fully introduced myself. I'm Danny Phantom, you can call me Danny. I'm the designated delivery person for the afterlife to the living realm. Any messages or special requests from the dead are delivered by me!" Danny hands him a business card all official.

And it does say: Danny Phantom special delivery service for those of the non-living variety!

"She also said she wanted to give you one last hug before moving on."

"What do you?" Flash is halted from saying anything else as he feels a pressure against his legs. He looks down to see a translucent small figure. She was a picture of what she looked like before the chemo. Susie gives him a smile and a hug before fading before his eyes.

Before Danny officially takes up the mantle of Ghost King he's trying to do a job that would have him interact with all of his citizens first so he could get a feel of it. Hence him making connections with both the living and non-living people (he went big-brain for this idea)

Extra scene:

"Oh that reminds me, I have a card for you from someone else."

"A card?" Flash opens the card only to get sucker-punched in the face. (like one of those cartoon boxing glove punches)

"A punch card." Danny said

Flash groans as he looks at the card that has the words: STOP MESSING WITH TIME! from CW

Obligatory Gotham Scene:

Danny standing in front of a beaten up Joker that has been tied to a chair.

"Just so you know I have a back order of a lot special requests for you. And since I can't exactly kill you, that would create so much political tape. I can let them make requests for certain actions. So right now I have over 50 requests for me to break your legs and over 30 to pull out your teeth and break your jaw. Some of them contradict each other because they want to make every word you say hurt you but others want me to curse you so you can't speak again. So I'll just have to get creative." Danny says winding his arm back and form.

He is for sure being completely professional about, he gets no personal gratification from beating up a crazy clown at all. (said nobody ever)

#dp x dc #dp x dc au #dp x dc crossover #danny phantom x dc #the flash #barry allen #dpxflash #dp x dc prompt #Can you imagine a scenario of Danny just walking into the Wayne manor and just holding out a care package for the whole batfamily #This is from your Grandma and Grandpa #And gives Alfred his own separate care package along with a message of thanks for how much the butler does for the family #Danny's just like “this is for the crime fighting family with the furry theme going on”

[loveephia]

kita shinsuke turns into a toddler.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting, cavity-giving, super sweet fluff, reader takes care of toddler kita, toddler!kita has the roundest cheeks ever, and the silliest bangs to exist, toddler!kita has a crush on you, just an innocent and wholesome piece overall.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: i got absolutely demolished with the biggest wave of baby fever, so enjoy!!! :3

poof!

you look down and see a toddler, dressed in an oversized inarizaki uniform that looks oddly like kita shinsuke.

..wait.

"k- kita?!" you exclaim, the panic evident in your shaky voice. you crouch down, looking around the empty hallway to see if anyone else just saw what has happened. the child stares up at you, quiet. he rubs one eye and yawns drowsily.

"who.. are you?" kita asks. "i- i'm y/n l/n! remember? the vice president of the student council? i work right under you b- because you're the president!" you answer.

kita blinks his chocolate doe-like eyes at you.

"grandma yumi told me not to talk to strangers." kita turns on his heel, "goodbye." n- now hold on!

you scoop kita up in your arms before running off to the student council office, "no way! if anyone in inarizaki sees what has happened to you, they're going to freak out!"

kita only holds onto you, gripping his tiny hands onto your uniform. "p- please slow down, miss l/n. i'm a bit scared." he stutters.

ack! my heart!

"o- okay.." you do as he says, trying desperately to quickly find the door that leads to the student council office. he hides his face in the crook of your neck. squish. he rested one fluffy cheek on your shoulder.

"oh my gosh, oh my gosh! so cute, so cute!" you thought, covering your mouth with one palm.

you kicked the office door down before gently placing kita on the couch. you closed the door shut and sighed heavily. what is this bizarre situation?!

"you're going to stay here until you turn back to normal, okay?" you said, tone firm. kita hesitates, but he nods anyway, not fully understanding what you meant. you mutter a small, "good." at his obedience.

"miss l/n, please don't leave me." he says politely, fidgeting with his fingers. "i'm scared of being by myself."

he's so adorable!

"o- of course.." you plopped down next to him on the couch, sitting in silence.

you glance over at kita, who seems to be staring at the office table with nothing but bond paper on it. you then notice the prominent shape of his cheeks. white, round, and smooth. huh.. kind of like a bao.

you poke one out of the curiosity of your own heart, and you were satisfied, to say the least. "waaah! they're so soft!"

attack worked! you have confused the enemy! (kita)

"miss l/n, can i draw?" he asks, sheepishly fiddling with his own fingers. "oh, right.. since kita is basically a child now, he'll probably want to do something with whatever creativity his brain can muster up." you thought to yourself. "yes, sure!" you pick kita up and place him on one of the office chairs close to the table before trying to find a box of crayons and a pencil for him to use.

once you found them, you handed them to kita, even giving him a sheet of bond paper from earlier.

kita gets to work, and you sigh, sinking back into the office couch. it's a good thing that kita wasn't a very high maintenance child, so you didn't have to worry too much.

"achoo!.." kita sneezed. you pulled a clean and pastel handkerchief from your pocket and let kita blow his nose into it. "are you okay now?" you asked, and kita nods.

you take a peek at what kita was drawing, and it's of you and him, holding hands. it looks like he wasn't finished yet from the way that there wasn't any colors.

i seriously want to cry. how much cuter can he get?!

time skip.

kita finally turns back to normal after a long day of caring for him, and a part of your heart cracks. no more baby president..

"oh, l/n. do you have the papers i asked for?" kita asks, voice mature, dropping the miss. you nod gloomily. "yes, hold on." you check under your own office desk, and there they are. you hand them to kita, as he mumbles a small, "thank you."

you stare at his cheeks,

before planting a kiss on one.

kita's face was lit aflame, and he's looking at you, dumbfounded at the sudden action. you can tell that he's trying to keep it together, with his wide eyes and all. "i have to go home now. see you tomorrow, president." you excused yourself before leaving the office.

kita just stands there. what.. just.. happened?

once the office door was shut, you smile to yourself giddily, before burying your face in the palm of your hands. "his cheeks are still as fluffy as ever!" you mentally cheered.

you were able to take the drawing that kita did, colored and all. best believe you're going to hang it up on your wall like a trophy.

© lowercase intended | loveephia

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x y/n #hq x reader #hq x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #hq hcs #tooth rotting fluff #hq #haikyuu kita #shinsuke kita #kita shinsuke #kita fluff #hq kita #haikyū!! #haikyuu anime #haikyuu

[oberthinkin]

what would lucifer, satan, barbatos and diavolo do with a little who just had their cavities filled? would they be given soft food?

Gotta do this one fast because I know its soon!

+++++

Lucifer has to refrain from being snarky and teasing you, and it's giving him wrinkles, and new grey hairs. He knows you're scared, that you've just come out from the clinic, and you don't want him to tease you. So Lucifer shields your body with his as he teleports you home (with special permission from Diavolo, which he got days ago in preparation for you being extra small).

Lucifer knows you're gonna be sensitive, so it's just lukewarm soups and teas for a while-- and some smoothies with no ice.

Lucifer is gonna have you on a strict teeth-brushing routine after this! Just so you never have to get more fillings for cavities again! Two different types of mouthwash, floss, and a timer for brushing your teeth! He's got to do everything to make sure you're taken care of! As your cg, its his duty! He goes overboard because he hates seeing you scared for the dentist, and Lucifer is trying to be a good papa and prevent it from happening again... He cares.

But you can convince him that a cuddle and some juice boxes work better to comfort you than having him time your gurgles of mouthwash.

+++

Satan is waiting by your side in the clinic, with a bag full to the brim with littlespace items. A stuffie, a stresstoy, mini colouring book and crayons, soundproof headphones, pacifers and a face mask to wear ontop so its subtle, and a changing kit with wipes and pullups if you need them. He doesn't know if you'll need pullups right after, but its better to be prepared. Satan knows negative regression can set in suddenly, and its better to be safe than sorry.

Tells you that you were so brave the whole way home. No ice cream yet, but in a couple days, cenned will get you the biggest bowl of ice cream you can eat. And for now, Satan will gladly make you spiced warm milk for a bottle, or cut up some fruit for you.

+++

Diavolo wants you to feel better right away, and what better way than with a sweet treat after the appointment? He's dragging you out the door of the clinic before Barbatos, who was busy with paperwork at the receptionist desk for your appointment, grabs the back of his sleeve, reminding Diavolo that excessively cold foods are only going to make your mouth hurt, and it'll make you more upset than you are now.

So Diavolo pivots and does the next best thing: Picking you up a build-a-bear stuffie to snuggle on the couch while you have some little time. Diavolo tries to offer you steaming hot chocolate (no), cherry candies (no), and pears (NO), all for Barbatos to remind him you can't eat those foods because they're too hot, too sticky, or too hard.

Barbatos saves the snack crisis with a hot tea and mushroom cigar cookies for Diavolo, and a much cooler version of the same hot chocolate Diavolo offered before (which was now, more of a chocolate milk). And Diavolo plays with you, baby talking you all the wile as you recover.

#my writing :3 #quirky trash #agere sicfic #sick little #cg diavolo #cg barbatos #cg lucifer #cg satan #flip regressor satan #agere obey me

[baby-zakarii]

Regressor Rohan Kishibe Headcanons!

Wanted to write them down for a looong time and I finally did! Also set somewhere between diu and tskr??? Idk honestly

💚Rohan started regressing at 16, right after his manga got published. At first it was quite surprising (and embarassing) for him, he didn't know what was happening to him. Even after doing research about age regression he still wouldn't really tell anyone about his coping method - anyone who eventually found out did it by complete accident. Although currently only a few people know about his regression, they are all really supportive (Morioh is full of kiddos and you can't convince me otherwise lol)

💚His age range is 1-6 years old. He regresses mostly involuntarily, but sometimes he'll do it willingly just to relax a bit, usually after several hours of work. He has a special little corner in his studio in case of suddenly regressing - it has a soft blanket, some toys and pillows

💚He doesn't have a cg, but sometimes he lets others babysit him. Koichi is always eager to help Rohan after school (although Rohan usually won't ask because of his pride). They also have playdates together when they're both small

💚His other babysitter is Kyoka! She's very blunt when it comes to his regression, asking him if he's small at random moments. Sometimes she basically drags Rohan over to his baby corner when she sees he's overworking himself

💚Baby Rohan is a very creative kiddo. He loves coloring, drawing and finger painting. He has a big set of art supplies for children as he tends to be quite clumsy and usually makes a mess and/or breaks something - and that something won't be his luxurious overpriced pen!

💚He needs to be supervised while making art though, he gets so carried away that he starts drawing on walls, floors and even himself

💚If he's too tired to draw, he likes watching cartoons! He appreciates different artstyles and is the biggest "cartoons are not just for kids" believer. He especially likes mlp and ghibli movies

💚He has a lot of plush dolls and loves playing with them. He gets all kinds of tiny fashionable clothes for them and runs pretend fashion shows! Sometimes he even does tea parties (top secret!) (Josuke isn't invited.)

💚Rohan is way more sensitive when in baby headspace. He gets overwhelmed easily and usually doesn't even know what caused it. The best way to help him is to give him his comfort item (like a favourite toy) and let him cry it out! This dude need a good cry!

💚He's also suprisingly easily to spook... He may be a horror writer, but he's not immune to his own genre lol

💚His biggest fear are windows. He cannot sleep next to them or stand too close when he's small - it reminds him of that night with Reimi. All windows must be closed and babyproofed!

💚Rain is scary to him for the exact same reason (dripping noise...), soft music and his dolls usually helps him calm down during storms

💚He absolutely loves baths. Won't leave the bathtub for hours, has all kinds of fancy soaps, shampoos and bathbombs... and uses them mercilessly to create "potions" or do his "selfcare routine" which is just pouring random liquids all over himself. Also, bath crayons are obviously a hit with him, he'll use half a box per bath though

💚Soooo fussy about bedtime, he often has trouble relaxing enough to take a nap. He may throw a tantrum because he's actually too tired to fall asleep. When he's in baby headspace, the best solution is swaddling! Koichi unfortunately isn't able to help Rohan with that - he's a teenager, he can't swaddle properly, let's be honest - so they just cuddle when they are both small and fall asleep together, often with other Morioh littles too! Kyoka on the other hand did excessive research and is a swaddling pro, she can stop Rohan's sleep deprivation fit in seconds by wrapping him like a baby artist burrito

💚💚💚💚💚

I have many thoughts abt him, so I might write more in the future hehe! This is your sign to babify your fave character, they need it! Go give them a blankie, a paci and some kissies and cuddles🍼❤️

#zaka writes📖 #kyoka izumi #koichi hirose #agere blog #rohan kishibe #jjba agere #sfw agere blog #sfw agere #agere #age regression #baby rohan!! #sfw agedre #age dreaming #age regressor #sfw age dreamer #sfw age regression #fandom agere #sfw age regressor #sfw regression #agere sfw #agere headcanons #jjba headcanons

[unrepentantcheeseaddict]

WIP Questions Tag

I wasn't actually tagged by anyone, but @owlsandwich opened it up to everybody so I'm giving this a try! Open tag, but also no pressure tags to @somethingclevermahogony , @queen-of-the-weenies and @sarandipitywrites !

We're gonna do my main current WIP, God-Touched, and also a couple I've tabled for a bit due to stress, which are called Gods of Steel, and Nico after the name of the MC, respectively. I copy pasted the questions and I may have missed one or two.

What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

God-Touched: This is more of an overall writing struggle for me, but underwriting/being too concise. I tend to make unnecessary time skips when outlining and not add enough descriptive passages.

Gods of Steel: The world building. I usually enjoy complex world building, but I may have bitten off more than I can chew with this project. I'm taking it slow and building one aspect of it at a time as I'm motivated to do the necessary research, so fingers crossed that works out.

Nico: This one's kinda stupid, but keeping myself from imagining my protagonist as Nico di Angelo. She's completely different in appearance, mannerisms, etc, but I'm a rabid PJO fan and that was my first association with the name.

If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

God-Touched: Definitely something by Imagine Dragons, probably Natural.

Gods of Steel: Probably some kind of epic orchestral thing, I haven't found a specific track yet.

Nico: Song Of Women by the HU and Lzzy Hale. Going purely off of sound and vibes.

What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

God-Touched: Supernatural, Firefly, the King Arthur reincarnated as a space lesbian book (Once and Future) and the book Spellhacker by MK England.

Gods of Steel: This is gonna sound really presumptuous, but I'm trying to make it similar to Dune and the Na'vi Avatar movies.

Nico: Honestly, Tamora Pierce, even though my story is more sci-fi than fantasy. Also slightly the Divergent movie (haven't read the book in years), in that the MC slowly realizes just how much of a dystopia she's actually living in, even though she started out compliant.

What was the first part of your wip that you created?

God-Touched: The general concept of Christian mythology put into a queer science fantasy context.

Gods of Steel: The setting, (humanity's original non-Earth home), and some of its history.

Nico: The idea for the relationship arc between the two main characters. It was the first time I'd ever wanted to write romance, and it was an interesting challenge to come up with how that would play out.

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

God-Touched: This is a major spoiler, but the main gang ends up adopting an iridescent rainbow baby space dragon. She looks majestic, but is actually a huge derpy goof. She's heavily based on Banana, my little sister's big ginger cat who is not exactly the sharpest crayon in the box

Gods of Steel: The main villains on this story are cyborgs, but some are cyborg animals rather than people. They started out as normal robots, but then got this virus that made them grow flesh, skin and other organic parts, but many of the animal-like ones still have working blades or guns as part of their bodies that they use when hunting humans for food.

Nico: The fauna of the setting for this one is very ice age influenced, the main character has a war mammoth that she's raised from a calf to be her mount and companion.

What part of your wip are you working on rn?

God-Touched: First draft of the first two books, if all goes well it's gonna be a five book series.

Gods of Steel: World Building.

Nico: In my first stage of outlining.

How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

God-Touched: spaceships and hover bikes

Gods of Steel: spaceships, then on foot after all their tech gets infected by the cyborgs.

Nico: Mammoth-back riding.

What are your hopes for your wip?

This is the same for all of them so I'll just do one answer: A devoted fandom that uses my books as inspiration to create their own awesome content. Fanart, fanfic, animatics, those character analysis YouTube videos, anything like that.

#writeblr #writing #my writing #speculative fiction #fantasy #my ocs #about my writing #original character #godtouched #sci fi and fantasy #scifi #gods of steel #untitled wip

[velvetineblue]

Getting Taiyang a birthday present has always been a struggle over the years. It’s weird because Mana never had too much trouble with thinking of something ( sans the time she actually got him War & Peace as a present- it was a joke she said, before presenting him his actual present ) so one might think her influence would rub off on Calum. 

It hasn’t, but Calum did figure out what to get Taiyang for his birthday!

“This from Sol,” he says, handing Taiyang a roll of paper tied with a blue-green ribbon. “They worked on it for the last week.” Which, for a child is a very long time.

And then Calum hands him box with a piano wire bracelet with a silver charm of a tremble clef attached. That and there's an accompanying plate of cookies beneath because he’s assuming Taiyang is also hungry… “Try not to wear it in the water.” Calum adds hastily. “…I don’t think it’s waterproof.”

( HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SHARK BOI :DDDDD winter you'll be getting a few more asks from me :3 )

birthdays are a strange thing. he's caught between delight and embarrassment— embarrassment for what, he doesn't quite know; like it's an embarrassment, an inconvenience to be born. taking up so much space in a room, and in the minds of others, for a day— it's nice . . . but that same heightened significance feels a little selfish... and unfamiliar. in his childhood home, his birthdays had gradually become no big affair, but Taiyang had learned not to mind it. even to prefer it that way. because what was worse: a quiet day with a cake and a few presents, or a birthday 'party', where his friends and classmates were exposed to the sad state of affairs that was his home life? ( the memories of his father, drunk as usual, blustering around the room, telling his stupid stories to a chorus of laughs— but hovering only one escalation away from erupting the gathering into chaos? ) NO THANKS. no, he'd learned not to ask for much: if you want for nothing, then the heavy weight of disappointment could not drop down on you, like a cartoon anvil from the sky, squishing coyotes underneath it . . .

but perhaps that's why his eyes light up at the simplest thing: a rolled-up piece of paper with the crayon markings of a child. or marker, or maybe watercolor paint— whatever Sol had deemed an appropriate artistic rendering for his birthday, it would be cherished more than the most expensive gallery art piece could ever be. looking it over with the biggest grin, he can't help but laugh at the innocent imagination of the kid, put to paper. " I'm so keeping this. Sol's gonna have to look at it when they're like 15 years old, and they think it's embarrassing as hell— I don't care. it's staying on the fridge forever. " but what was 'forever' to a child, anyway? a week probably felt like a lifetime in their little hands, which made the artwork that much more precious. smile beaming, he settles for words of gratitude more within the understanding of a child: " tell Sol I love it. " Taiyang would, too, next time he sees them.

already giddy from the cute gift, he blinks in surprise when there's a box, too. ( the cookies, well, he kind of eagerly anticipated: Calum seemed like the homemade-gift type to him, and Calum knew how much Tai loved his homemade baking . . . in all the time he'd known him, Calum had probably picked up on what Tai's favorite recipes were, too; and one glance at the plates content confirmed his suspicion. if it weren't for the surprise third gift, he would have grabbed and teared into a cookie already— )

but instead, he takes the box gingerly, giving it a slight shake. ( not the best idea— what if it was something fragile? ) " is this jewelry? " a faux thoughtful look is given towards his friend; " are you proposing to me, Calum Reynolds? finally; it's about time... " jokes aside, he unwraps the item, delicate silver glinting into his eyes. as the pretty piece of jewelry unravels, he feels the warm, fuzzy static of nostalgia in his belly . . . it invokes visions of his grandmother, setting him on her lap, his little toddler feet dangling... a happy jazz-piano song filtering through the house on a summer day, white window curtains flapping gently in the warm breeze... his mom and grandmom laughing in the kitchen over the sink. it's like, all the happy memories of his childhood mixed with the slight sadness that it's gone. . . but more than anything, it's the feeling of family. Calum's voice breaks him out the momentary reverie. Tai looks up at him, and sees family. family in the flesh, standing right in front of him; not drifting through his memories. that's Calum... he registers his words slowly. " right... yeah. I won't, " he confirms, seeming a little distracted— ( but in a good way. there's a lump in his throat. ) he's not really much of a huggy person, with most people, but . . . Calum is family. so, he's gathered into a bear-hug, with an appreciative pat to his back. " thanks. for everything. " and he doesn't just mean the gifts. when he pulls back, he attaches the bracelet around his wrist, looking down with a smile. " hey, do you even like piano ... ? I should play something for you sometime— if you do. "

#SORRY I'M SO LATE TO GET TO THESE i think its bc tai-muse feels weird & awkward abt birthdays so he's like ummmmmmMMMMmmasjjaj #buT I'M GETTIN THRU THEM && also he wuvs calum sm #calum you are his BRO in every sense of the word; the u w u 's are overflowing for calum #asjajja #tenderpulsive

[siberat]

any dinobots headcanons?

sorry for taking a bit to respond!

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So, while not specified, I am assuming the thought’s on the dino/bots is related to chib. If not, my appoplogies, b/c this is gonna be chub.

Grim/lock: being the brute that he is, he tended to be the most greediest- mind you, he of course still shares wioth the rest of his gang, he just takes the biggest pieces for himself. He tends to be glutonous, eating way too fast to be able to properly gauge just how much he consumed until it’s way too late. As in, belly swollen and extremely achy. He then has to go find Rat/chet and ask what is wrong with his tummy and whines that it’s a grumbling mess. The medic, used to these antics, gives him the cyber/tronian equivulence to pep-to and send him on his way. If he wants belly rubs, he gotta find Wheel/jack: who agrees without hesitation.

Sla/g: being fiercly…fiece and all, if he gets ahold of the meal first, he’d feast as fast as he could to get the most food. He also tends to angry eat…. Like, when he’s angry, he eats. Seeing how he’s pretty much always in a bad mood ( from having to listen to Pri/mes orders or something) he’s always got food on his mind. Yeah, he gives the term hangry its deadly meaning for sure! And if/when sl/ag overeats, his mood is even more cranky due to the belly aches. He won’t go to med bay to get anything for relief nor allow anyone to rub that tummy… instead, he purposly belches as loud and rudly as possible. Take that.

Slu/dge: while not the sharpest crayon in the box, his eating habits are odd. Odd as in not much thought is given to what meals he eats. He is the lover of junk food, for sure. Instead of consuming a well balanced meal, this bot tend to turn snacks into meals. And sometimes, the meals consist of items that one wouldn’t think to put together…like (cyber/tronian equivulances, of course_ penut butter and tuna fish… m &m’s and skittles…milk and pizza…gummies and cereal, you get the idea. His overundulgences end up with him laying in his berth, cradling his belly as he whimpers. He doesn’t ever grasp that while some foods may be good on their own, mixing them isn’t the bestest of ideas.

Sna/rl: being a rather unhappy dino/bot, he tends to eat to dull the sadness in his spark. When not in battle, he is holed up somewhere alone and binge eating. His thoughts are wondering to Cyber/tron and how he wishes he was there instead of Earth. Hating his alt mode makes him eat. However, he’s not quite as ‘uncultered’ as his fellow dino/bots. He manages to take the time to cook some very savory meals. He cooks entire feasts for himselfs and spends all night slowly eating them as to enjoy them to their fullest. He often eats as he looks over datapads of cyber/tron or other dinos that may have been cooler to have as an alt. By the time his optics grow heavy, his belly grows heavy too. It grumbles and quakes, but the feeling of being so full luls him to sleep. He curls up and rubs his own swelled belly as he drifts off to sleep. He kinda is a little happy while doing to.

Swo/op: being the friendlist an dmost sociable of the dino-squad, he tends to be more of a grazer. If there is a gathering, he’ll be there idly chatting ( as long as he aint getting ordered around, that is!) with snacks in hand. He admitted, upon being questioned by other dino/bots about why he even bothered attending these functions, and he responded with the obvious: they always have food. The topics may not be the best ( though, he fakes interest as to not be rude) but is always scoping out the treats. He’s the least likely to overeat in public: being much more sensitive he doesn’t like any teasing or ridicule comiing his way. However, whenever left overs are offered to be taken back, Swo/op eagrly agrees- often clearing out whatever no one else takes. ( He may even swipe some before the offer is made, but you didn’t hear that from me) Once he returns to his habsuit, and out of sight of the others, he finishes up whatever he took with him. However, he is very mindful of being able to fly still. He would never want to be caught grounded by such a huge gut that he couldn't strike fear into other mech’s by his scary alt mode.

Now, can you imagine them all together? If they are hungry- you got one snagging the biggest pieces, another piling food sky high on his plate, one randomly fixing a plate with combos that do not make sense, one eating the sadness away in a corner, and the fjnal one shoving food into subspace for later. They’d resemble a swarm of locuses more than dino’s…..

——-

I actually do not know much about the Dino/bots.

#chubformers #Siberat answers

[1000night]

HC01: Meet Brothers Trio!

Pairings: Rogers Trio/Moonshine, Barnes Trio/Bubble

Warnings: age gap, polyamory, female chubby reader

English is not my first language

A/N: Part two would coming soon, so muses, please come back to me(´;ω;`)  

Barnes Brothers You met James Bucky Barnes and his brothers when you both were five. As the talkative type, it’s killing you to be quiet and only listening, and Bucky is a grumpy kid. No kid dare to bother him, none of you forget the day when a boy took his cookie. Well, when the teacher rushed back, the boy was beaten and bruised. His sobbing and praying became your nightmares. When the teacher puts you two together, you nonstop remind yourself  to be quiet. But it had music class that day, and they even played the song your mother’s favorite! You forgot your classmate is a grumpy boy, started talking about how this song led your mom to fall in love with your dad because he sang this song to confess. You suddenly stop when your eyes meet each other. “… sorry, I talked too much” “No no no not at all. Keep talking, I like your voice.” He shared his plum with you, and stared at other kids’ curious sights until they trembled and moved their sights. Small smile shows up when you continue your parent’s love story.

It’s time to go home, but your mother didn’t come to pick you up. In contrast, there’s other two Barnes brothers. “You’re Y/N, right? Your mother asked us to pick you and Bucky up, she’s busy in the hospital.” One of them kneeled his right leg, had the same level of sight as you, and he smiled at you. “Don’t touch her, Jamie. You've got enough girlfriends to fool. Leave her alone!” Bucky growled at his brother “Whoa whoa, calm down little grumpy monster. I’m not interested in crime, okay? I just try to be nice to a lovely girl.” Jamie patted Bucky’s head but his little brother snapped his hand away. “Did you protect her well?” The deep voice has some accent that got your notice. Your eyes focus on Bucky’s other brother, his icy blue eyes meet you, you swallow and hide yourself behind Bucky. Bucky comforted you, “ I’ll protect you, don't worry.” Both his brothers scoffed but said nothing, they escorted you back home safely. In the whole way, only Jamie and you were chatting with each other, Bucky and his other brother keeped their silence. “Alright, you got home, Bubble. Time to say goodbye.” Jamie’s right hand shoved in his pant pocket, his elbow hit other Barnes “Say something, Boris. It’s rude to englect our lovely Bubble.” Though Jamie was smiling, somehow you could feel a shiver run down your spine. “See ya.” Jamie sighed, you showed Boris your biggest smile, “See ya, Boris!” “...Will, will you sit beside me tomorrow, Y/N?” Bucky asked you hesitantly. “Of cowrce! See ya tomorrow Bucky!” You two smiled to each other, both of you didn’t notice that Jamie and Boris exchanged a look. Two teens saw you with a smile and  soft sights.

Rogers Brothers You’re neighbors. Nothing special. Steph Rogers and Stuart Rogers knew you when you and Steve were born. They even helped your mother take care of you, changing diapers, feeding, nothing they didn’t do for you. Thus, you’ve been their small tail when you can walk. “Stepw! Stevie! Wait for me–!” “Slow down, doll. We aren’t going anywhere, we'll be waiting for you no matter what.” Stuart said when he caught you and held your hands, you lifted your head up and gave him your puppy dog eyes. “You promise?” “I promise, Moonshine.” He chuckled and caught up to his brothers.

Stevie is the youngest but the most stubborn Rogers, he can barely walk well but he refused any help. Now Steph stood at the end of the hallway, an intense and concerned look on his face when he noticed his youngest brother’s steps. “You’ve done well, Stevie. Here, your crayons as I promise.” When Stevie hugged his big brother’s leg, Steph smiled and gave him a box of new crayons. “Thank you, Stepw.” “You just can’t help but call what Y/N called me, are you? Copycat?” Steph patted his brother’s shellder and hummed. Stevie pouted, “I’m not a copycat!” “Sure,sure, you’re a grumpy cat you know,Stevie” “I said I’m NOT a cat!!” “Steeeepwwwww—-!”  The oldest Rogers stopped his teasing, smiled and pulled his brother aside, then a warm, sweet dough rushed to him and hugged his legs. You gave him your best smile, “Stepw, you promise me you’ll take me to the candy shop. Can we go now? Pwease—!” “Sure thing, Moonshine, anytime you want.” He scooted you up, you rested your head on his broad,warm and soft chest. Down your sight and waved to Stevie, the toddler raised his hand to hold Steph’s pinky finger. ⸺Only when you around, Stevie would accept his brothers’ help because he didn’t want to waste your time. Although he knows you wouldn’t care as long as you are together, the candy can wait or call the others to buy. Still, he can’t stand it if you are unhappy because of him.  

#1000night masterlist #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x female chubby reader #bucky barns x y/n #steve rogers x y/n #nana's bubble

[morfanerina]

Spirit Games

Chapter 3/?

A03

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Leo had tried to defend himself the following day when Splinter told the rest about his punishment but no one but Mikey believed him. Raph was furious and refused to speak to him for the day and Donnie just didn’t understand why Leo was doubling down on his innocence. They had seen him alone with the planchette, he was the only one that could have done it.

Frustrated, the slider had decided to stick with the box turtle, playing and speaking with the youngest about his recent dreams.

“But he couldn’t stop the bad guy from trying to eat you guys,” Mikey said on the third day. He was drawing on the paper a figure none of the rest could identify.

“Raph won’t let anyone eat us,” the snapper retorted, “He will have to deal with Raph’s fist first!”

The youngest turtle stared at the oldest. Then turned his attention to the groggy Leo leaning on the snapper, on the verge of passing out. And looked slightly beyond his brothers before returning to the drawing with a frown.  

Raph gasped at the implicit doubt given to him by the youngest.

An annoyed scoff came from behind Raph and Donnie plopped next to Leo, his favorite big boy book thudding on the ground as he clicked from his chest in frustration.

Leo automatically clicked back in sympathy, blinked confusedly at his brother, and sniffled.

“Any luck with the lights, Donnie?” Raph just received another click as an answer, an annoyed glare accompanying it. “... the reading room really just has no light yet?” 

Donnie gave a short hiss and took a moment to find the words to answer, Mikey giving an encouraging coo. “Lightbulbs not working.” He threw his hands up. “Even the new ones.” The softshell paused, cocking his head to the side as he truly looked at Leo. He put his hand on the slider’s face (receiving a whine) and turned to Raph, almost accusingly. “No fever?”

Raph shook his head. “None.” He poked Leo on the side, receiving a scowl but no verbal complaint. “He probably hasn’t been sleeping well again,” he added, not really believing his suggestion as the slider sniffled again.

Frowning, Donnie plastered himself to Leo’s side, glaring at his face as if he could get an answer for his brother to return to his energetic self if he glared enough. The slider blinked at him but didn’t bother to speak a confirmation or not of their theory.

He had complained he felt heavy and tired the day before, repeating it wouldn’t help.

The softshell squinted at Raph as Leo yawned.

“Maybe it’s a good time for a nap,” Raph suggested. The slider huffed but didn’t resist when he was picked up by his biggest brother, guessing he was going to be dragged to his room instead of going for a turtle pile on the ground. “You coming with us, big man?” Mikey hummed and shook his head, grabbing another crayon to add to his masterpiece. “A’right, come see us when you finish ‘k?”

The older turtles walked to Leo’s room, leaving Mikey to his devices. Once they left, the youngest peeked in the direction of the reading room. He quickly finished the drawing and got up. 

The box turtle hesitated for a second before going to the dark room, carefully entering and looking around, pouting when he only saw darkness.

He turned around and blinked as dark cloth stopped his sight. He looked up, the figure now in front of him was so tall he almost hit his head on his shell’s lip to see the hooded head. “Hi!” he piped up and thrust his drawing to it “It’s you!”

The figure bowed slightly, grabbing the drawing and supposedly looking at it. A childish drawing with the blackened figure’s silhouette and a written Zu next to it greeted the viewer. It patted Mikey’s head and carefully put the drawing on the inside of the room.

“I should go back to my brothers,” Mikey said casually, rocking on his heels. The figure gestured with his hand and the turtle somehow understood the silent request. “I dunno… I guess they wouldn’t notice if I played for a bit with you…”

It offered its hand, which Mikey took, and led him outside the room.

And outside the lair.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt fic #turtle tots #rottmnt turtle tots #fic #fanfiction #writing #morf's fic ideas

[formerchaoslord]

How about a 💎 rating for everybody’s favourite crayon box hero? :3c

(Send 💎 to have my muse rate yours' appearance from 1-10)

"10! 10! Definitely! That costume is awesome! The helmet, scarf, colors, they all go together so well and make you look super cool!"

"Look, kid. I know you love your superheroes and all, but you can't let your bias opinion blind you. He's not bad looking, but 10 is a bit much. I agree with you on the costume thing, and as a colorful lady myself, I also agree on the colors, but wear are his muscles? He doesn't have to be jacked, but he shouldn't look like a little kid, neither! Seriously, take another look at your comic books. Those heroes have bods that women dream of. And there's also the biggest flaw poor Bravo Man has that prevents him from being a 10; He's. Not. Protoman. Sorry, Bravo Boy, but you get a 6."

"Ouch. That was way too harsh. And I'm pretty sure you just let you're own bias blind you as well, Ring."

"Hey! It's different when it involves you, my Prince Charming." ~❤

"I think we need a 100% unbiased opinion here. So let me give it a try; Bravo Man, you may not have visible muscles, but that doesn't stop you from looking good. And my buddy, Knuckles, showed me that visible muscles are meaningless, since he's one of the strongest guys I know. And I copied his strength, so I guess the same applies to me as well. Anyway, your appearance isn't perfect, but like Lucario said before to Sal, nobody is, so I can't give you a 10. But 6 is way too low for you as well. Dude, you look awesome. You even got the scarf of awesomeness going on with your costume, which bumps up the coolness factor. So yeah, I would have given you an 8, but that scarf complimenting your already awesome costume raises it to a 9. You may not look like Superman, but you do look like a cool superhero."

#bravoman #mini game (ask meme) #wahoo! klonoa has entered your realm! (ic) #ring has logged in (ic) #protoman has logged in (ic) #emerl has awakened (ic) #klonoa #megaman battle network #sonic battle

[designnconquer]

Web Design Preston – The Worst Websites in 2022

When it comes to the internet, you’ll certainly come across a lot of websites that are outdated, badly designed or just simply hurt your eyes. Even in 2022, I find myself browsing and thinking ‘wow, put a hamster on a keyboard and it could probably design a website better than that’, seriously, some of the sites on this list aren’t just a bit old, they’re so terrible that it’s almost a joke.

If you don’t get web design Preston right, then users will just have an overall bad experience – you won’t get as many sales or leads and if you have any clashing colours or it’s simply hard to use, users won’t want to stay on it at all, they’ll back out and click on a different website that actually counts as useable.

With that being said, let’s get into the most badly designed websites in 2022:

1. Arngren.net

What. The. Hell. Is. This.

Do I even have to say any more? Could they fit anything else on this page? All of the images are different sizes, one of them has encroached on the side menu, they have different colour borders for some reason, all of the font sizes are different, there’s about 50 different colours used, and I really DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON. And to make it worse…

They have a Christmas banner on! In August! It moves and lights up! This is truly dreadful. I’m also really hoping that the tank they’ve got listed is a toy tank rather than an actual one. Unfortunately, I can’t read Norwegian but I’m sure the content is as inspiring as the web design.

2. Pennyjuice.com

Next up, not quite as bad but still horrendous is Penny Juice. Firstly, the logo is a complete atrocity, it took me a while to work out they weren’t called Pennyojuice. We’re not even going to talk about the slogan of ‘it makes cents’… What is it with badly designed websites and colours? I’m convinced they’re in a competition of who can slap the most colours on a single website. Penny Juice, I know your product is for children but there’s no need for your website to look like a pack of crayons has exploded.

3. Yale School of Art

Now, obviously this is done on purpose, but it’s still terrible. This takes artistic expression to a whole new level. It’s the gradient yellow textboxes that really get me… Not great at all. All members of the Yale School of Art can contribute to the website, so that’s why it probably looks like it’s all over the place – there’s no way you can give free reign to students and have them create a professional, good-looking website, it’s just not going to happen, even if they’re students of an art school.

4. Berkshire Hathaway

Now, you’d think I’d be happy with the step away from colours and flashing images… Well, I’m not. Minimal websites are becoming all the rage at the minute, but this just takes the piss. There’s no images, nothing to grab your attention. Just a white background and a list of links. I could probably do better using the notes app on my iPhone. The CEO of Berkshire Hathaway, Warren Buffet, has a $101.7 billion net worth and THIS is his company website. Just wow.

5. Pacific Northwest X-Ray Inc

The point of the arrow not being central to the search box is my biggest issue with this website… Ironic that their slogan is ‘simply the best’ when making it onto the worst websites list. Where do I start? The logo looks like it was made in Word Art, the white outline around it looks like it’s been done by those kid-friendly jagged scissors and the background looks like we’ve dived into the deepest depths of the ocean.

6. Suzanne Collins Books

Is this a random Tumblr blog or the website of an author who has sold more than 100 million copies of her books worldwide and has had one of them turned into a billion-dollar movie franchise? Although it looks like the first option, this is actually ‘The Hunger Games’ author, Suzanne Collin’s website. Suzanne, please make your website as creative as your books.

7. LingsCars

You can’t see it in this image but most the pictures on the website are animated… Including Ling on the motorbike. Clearly, this has been done for comedic purposes, but this does not mean that it’s any better designed. You’d think ‘Britain’s biggest individual seller of new cars’ would have a professional website to match the title, but no. I don’t think there’s a colour that isn’t being used on this site. I’m not even mad at this one though, her craziness has worked and she’s put her personality into a fitting website.

8. Toronto Cupcake

Next up, Toronto Cupcake – why have they got 8 of their logos at the top of the website? The image is extremely low quality and just shows the packaging rather than the actual cupcakes. The packaging could use some work in the design area as well, as well as the logo - the cupcake looks stretched, and they’ve got their website address inside the frosting for some unknown reason. One of the rules of web design Preston is NO SPELLING MISTAKES. ‘Protocals’ and ‘avaialable’ isn’t telling me you have much attention to detail for a cupcake-making company.

There are plenty more badly designed websites in the world, but that was my list of the 8 worst websites in 2022.

If you’re looking for a company to design a beautiful website for you that offers a great user experience and even better aesthetics, I would recommend Piranha Internet. Don’t be like the people on this list, a website is a crucial part of a company.

#webdesign #design #web #designer #webdesigner

[serenadeunderthesea]

Back in grade 6, getting your hair done was in some Asian lady’s basement   So, for grad @ Cedarcrest I went to get it done pin straight It looked so odd. I recall, it wasn’t my vibe Miss. Caroline wasn’t my biggest fan. Everyone just said I wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box But since day 1, I can read body language no problem I knew, this day will end in tears and my palms shut together in my prayer room I didn’t want my family to come but they did The previous year my sister collected 8 awards. I knew I was doomed doomed, as my uncle stared at me U.U my best friend got the English award As the list goes on and finally its done, I got none I came down and one step outside the gym My uncle said “we will discuss at home” with a stare I knew it was the end for me. My heart was beating so fast during my drive back home. my throat was dry my tongue was numb that was fear not love

[helpimhyperfixating]

Mother’s Day - Jotaro x Reader

Is it mother’s day? Absolutely not, but people are nice to me so here is a cute fic

Word Count: 1844

Stretching softly in your barely awake state, you softly reached your hand to your right, only to sleepily open one eye. Your husband wasn't sleeping there where he usually would be.

Shrugging it off, you just rolled onto your right side and curled a little in on yourself, missing the warmth he usually gave you. Did you steal his warmth every day and bully him by putting your freezing cold feet and hands on him? Yes. Did you regret it? No. Did you wish he was here now so you could put your freezing feet under his shirt and on his stomach or back? Absolutely yes.

While musing about your cold feet however, you already slowly drifted off to sleep again. It was Sunday, there was no reason to get up.

- - - -

Tapping on your nose and cheek suddenly brought you out of dreamland, making you groan softly.

"C'mon, Jojo. Wake mommy." You heard that being whispered in the familiar voice of your husband, followed by an attempted hushed giggle. Your cheeks were then grabbed and squished together into a fish face, making you groan once more as you rolled onto your back.

Slowly opening your eyes, you were met with the adorable sight of Jotaro holding Jolyne, his hands on her torso as he held her hovering over you while she held the biggest of smiles, having her hands on your cheeks as she kept smushing them together repeatedly.

A distorted chuckle left your lips and Jolyne was set onto your stomach, making her let go of your cheeks. "Morning." You sleepily drawled. You never really were a morning person.

Jolyne's bubble seemed to be unable to hold and, as she practically vibrated of excitement while she sat on your stomach, it burst. The little girl flung herself forward, practically knocking the wind out of you while wrapping her arms around your neck and burying her head into the pillows behind you, screaming, "Happy Mama Day!"

Shocked, you automatically put your arms back around the girl, hearing Jotaro softly chuckle from besides the bed. "'Mother's Day' Jolyne, it's Mother's Day."

"Oh." Jolyne sat up, now sitting on your chest as she looked down at you. "Happy Mother's Day!" She shouted, shooting her hands high up into the air as if in a 'tadaa and surprise!'

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise and you looked to the left to see Jotaro with a rare soft smile on his face, now holding a tray. Honestly, you had no clue that Mother's Day was even coming, so to say you were surprised was an understatement.

"What's all this?" You asked, the disbelief audible in your voice, making both Jolyne and Jotaro grin a little wider.

"Surprise." Jotaro spoke softly before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Trying to copy her dad, Jolyne put her hands on your windpipe, leaning her full weight on it and cutting off your air supply briefly as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your head too before sitting back up, shuffling her butt a bit to sit comfortably on your chest while beaming a smile.

Despite the brief loss of air, you couldn't help the giant grin that spread on your face.

You opened your mouth to speak something when Jolyne suddenly gasped loudly, putting both of her little hands over your mouth, crossed over one another.

"Daddy! We forgot 'it'!" She whispered loudly while looking at her father; as if the hands over your mouth were supposed to keep you from hearing her speak.

"Go get it then." He encouraged and Jolyne immediately jumped into action, lifting her hands from your face before getting off of your chest as if dismounting a horse, carefully sliding and hanging off the bed until she got onto the floor, immediately taking off and disappearing from the bedroom, leaving you and Jotaro.

Shaking his head, Jotaro got closer and you sat up in response, resting against the headboard so that he could place the tray on your lap.

Once it was situated and he was sure the tea wouldn't spill, he gently took your chin between his forefinger and thumb and tilted your head towards him, pressing a soft and loving kiss on your lips.

"Good morning." He mumbled softly after pulling away a bit, looking into your eyes.

"Morning." You replied, the smile returning to your face.

"You had no idea it was today, did you?" Jotaro spoke, his face still so close to yours.

"Absolutely no clue." You admitted. "But it adds to the surprise!"

"Mommy!" Jolyne shouted as she came sprinting back inside, nearly dive-bombing onto your bed if it wasn't for Jotaro's quick reaction who grabbed her mid-air.

Not even caring that she was grabbed and now hanging in the air, Jolyne was giggling, firmly holding onto a piece of paper and waving it in front of your face, not giving you the opportunity to properly look at it.

"I made this for you!" She called out and you took the drawing from her. As you moved it back from your face a bit so you could properly look at it, Jotaro pulled Jolyne back and just carried her rugby style as he walked to the other side of the bed, putting Jolyne down on the foot of it while he himself lifted the covers and slid back under.

Immediately, Jolyne crawled over to you both, worming her way in between before Jotaro could slide up against you and starting to try and get under the covers with you both.

You giggled softly at her while Jotaro good-naturedly rolled his eyes, helping her lift the covers in the end. Once she was situated, he let the blanket go again, the three of you now sitting underneath it, leaning up against the pillows and headboard of the bed.

"This is already really well made, Jolyne!" You suddenly spoke up and she looked up at you, a large and happy smile on her face. "Can you tell me what I am looking at here, I would love to hear the artists thoughts." You spoke as if you were a reporter, leaning down slightly and tilting the drawing so that all three of you could look at it.

There was a good reason you had subtly asked Jolyne to explain. Because, while the drawing itself was very much appreciated by you, you couldn't exactly make out what your daughter had tried to draw.

"That's you. You're a mermaid." She pointed to the figure with a tail on the middle. That was indeed the one thing you had been able to decipher. "That is me." She then pointed to a red blob with several branch-like lines coming out of it.

"And what are you?"

"I'm an omctopus!" She cheered happily, still unable to pronounce the word correctly, or just flat out refusing to now, despite how often Jotaro had tried to correct her. "Cause I can now be sneaky and grab so many things at once with all my arms!" She smirked evilly, rubbing her hands together as if concocting an evil scheme right then and there.

"Ah, that makes sense." You chuckled a little nervously. "And... this?" You hovered your finger over the last figure on the drawing. You already knew it had to be Jotaro, not only because of process of elimination, but mainly because of the white hat that sat atop the brown crayon mass.

"That's daddy. He's a walrus 'cause he's so big and always warm."

Jolyne held such a cute and innocent look and you couldn't help but just burst out laughing at her statement, absolutely losing at and nearly knocking over the tray with breakfast on your lap as you howled.

Luckily for you, Jotaro was not offended and had the brain to lift the tray away from you, allowing you to move as you wished as you laughed, clutching your stomach.

"You don't like it?" Jolyne asked when you calmed down a little and you immediately turned to her, gently grasping her face while still giggling.

"No, Jolyne, I love it. This is the best Mother's Day gift." You smiled and kissed her nose, making her scrunch it up before happily beaming at you, quickly turning to her dad when you let go of her face.

"Aha! My gift was better!" She boasted, pointing at him.

"Well, I can't compete with a walrus and an octopus now, can I?" Jotaro spoke while holding the most deadpan expression, making you try so hard to stifle your giggling again. Jotaro then huffed a bit in amusement and set the tray back down, one half of it now on your leg and the other half on his own, making it hover over Jolyne's lap - to which she happily took hold as if she was the one to keep it steady and in place. "Here is my inferior gift. Even though it is from both Jolyne and me." Jotaro said as he reached his hand over Jolyne and to you, passing you a small box.

Gently taking the box from his fingers, you sent him a grateful smile. "Thank you." You softly said. This was already way more than you ever could have expected. Hell, you didn't even know it was coming.

Grasping the small box with both hands now, you slowly lifted the top to reveal plush padding. On top, sat a beautiful bracelet; the silver chord holding an intricate pattern while the focal point of the jewellery was undoubtedly the three beads in the centre. All of them see through, two of the beads were a little larger; an aquamarine one and a silver one, the both of them encasing a smaller green bead that sat snuggly between the others.

Your little family.

A soft 'awe' escaped you and you looked up at Jotaro, your eyes a bit glossy. "Thank you." You softly spoke and Jotaro leaned over Jolyne to press a soft kiss to your lips, shielding her eyes with his large hand so she wouldn't see. Once he pulled away and leaned back, removing his hand from Jolyne's eyes, the little girl was pouting grumpily at her father. "I love this so much." You started, eyeing your daughter to see her deflate a bit, the pout turning less angry and more disappointed. "But nothing can compete with me as a mermaid." You spoke and Jolyne lit up again at your words.

"Queen of the mermaids!" She then called out and you raised your brows up.

"Queen even?"

"Mhm!" Jolyne nodded in confirmation. "I made you the queen!"

"Oh, well then definitely nothing can compete with that." You giggled, smirking a little as you glanced at Jotaro who just held a tiny soft smile as he looked at the scene in front of him.

He then noticed your stare and snapped out of it, clearing his throat. "How about breakfast?"

"Oh, well, maybe that can compete with it."

"Nooooo! Mommy!"

#jotaro x reader #jjba #jojo x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo #jjba x reader #jjba part 4 #jolyne cujoh #fluff #sfw

[catgirl-catboy]

more incorrect SDRA2

Emma: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess? Kokoro: Your life? Emma: I- well yes, but-

Sora: You have Crayons? Iroha: Yes, I have— Sora: You're— how old are you? Iroha: YES I AM AN ADULT AND I HAVE CRAYONS, I HAVE A BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN THE CABINET UNDER THE TV BECAUSE EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS SOMETIMES, OKAY? EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS.

Iroha: I'm not superstitious... But I am a little stitious.

Kokoro: What’s your biggest fear? Yuki: That I’ll never be good enough for anyone. Mikado: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back. Iroha: Zombies. Yuki: ... Mikado: ... Iroha: BUT they can open doors.

Hajime: I don’t know the first thing about clothes. Pretty much all I can do is look at something and tell you if it’s clothes or not. This chair? Not clothes.

Teruya: Hey, do you know the password to Mikado’s computer? Nikei: Fuck you, Teruya. Teruya: Hey!! Nikei: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouTeruya". Teruya: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

Iroha: So I have made the decision to trust you. Kanade: A horrible decision, really.

Yuki: What's gone wrong, Kokoro? Kokoro: Hey! That’s one hell of a thing to say to a person. Just because I’m calling doesn’t mean there’s a crisis. Yuki: That’s technically true, I suppose. Why are you calling? Kokoro: Well... There’s a crisis.

Mikado: Here comes the lightning! Mikado, whispering: You've got to imagine it coming out my fingertips, wherein I am an almighty wizard. Iroha: Ok, currently imagining that. Hmm, not bad. Not bad at all.

Yoruko: I want to kiss you. Sora, not paying attention: What? Yoruko: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

Kokoro (to Emma): I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.

Hajime: I am going to need you to swear- Iroha: Fuck. Hajime: Hajime: ...swear as in promise.

Setsuka: There's nothing to do.... Yoruko: You can wash the dishes you promised to wash about a week ago. Setsuka: *pulls out her phone* Nevermind.

Syobai: Deep down, I'm sure I was always pretty okay with you. Sora: Thanks, Syobai! Syobai: It wasn't a compliment, numbnuts.

Hibiki : I have a new hoodie. Kanade: Wrong. Kanade: We have a new hoodie.

Teruya: Yo! I heard you like reptiles, got any fun facts? Emma: If a crocodile eats your dad, they become your new dad.

#Super danganronpa another 2 #sdra2 #am I hyperfixating? noooooo #syobai hashimoto #hibiki otonokoji #kanade otonokoji #teruya otori #sora #emma magorobi #setsuka chiebukuro #yoruko kabuya #hajime makunouchi #iroha nijiue #kokoro mitsume #yuki maeda #mikado sannoji #nikei yomiuri

[expectingtofly]

I was just stuck in traffic for an hour and a half (without reception to boot) so what better way to use my involuntary free time than to write a fic with dean, cas, and toddler jack in the same situation?

In hindsight, it made sense that in a life where nothing ever went to plan, an attempt at a relaxing Winchester beach vacation turned into an adventure called how long can you sit in traffic without losing your goddamn mind?

Slumping in his seat, Dean stared mournfully at the line of cars which seemed to stretch for miles into the distance. For an hour now they had sat on the freeway at a standstill, inching forward at odd intervals. Dean had turned Baby off fifteen minutes ago when even those slow forward crawls ceased.

Jack hummed in the backseat where he colored with a box of crayons. Cas tapped his fingers on his thighs, craning his neck to look behind and in front of them. No escape. Dean was pretty sure he was considering the merits of zapping all of them—car, luggage, and all—to their destination. Sure, the people around them would have plenty of questions about a car vanishing into thin air and Cas would be exhausted for three days, but it might be worth it.

Might save their sanity, at least. So far, they had cycled through staticky radio stations, played twenty questions three times over, eaten two cans of Pringles, argued about potential detours, and listened to several renditions of “Born This Way” sung at increasingly piercing high volume courtesy of the six year old in the backseat.

In all that time, they had moved forward about ten feet and Dean was starting to entertain thoughts about abandoning Baby on the asphalt and walking back home.

“I won’t abandon you,” he reassured her, stroking the steering wheel.

“What?” Cas asked.

“Uh. Nothing.” So now he was talking to inanimate objects. Great.

“Let’s play eye spy,” Cas suggested.

Dean gestured around them. Trees, weeds, parked cars, and the highway divider. “Not much to look at.”

“How about that game where you name an item for every letter of the alphabet? We can do celestial objects.”

“That’s not fair, you know all of them.”

“Well, we already did rock bands and you won that too easily.”

“Dad,” Jack complained. “I’m out of yellow.”

“It’s probably back there,” Cas said. “Maybe you dropped it.”

“There better not be a crayon melting back there.” Dean twisted around in his seat to check.

Jack sighed and threw down his crayons dramatically. “I’m hungry.”

Cas fished around in the snack bag. “I think we have some carrots left.”

“Hey, kid, this is pretty good.” Dean went to pick up the crayon drawing, but Jack threw his upper body over the paper.

“No! It’s not finished!”

“Alright, sorry. I’ll wait for the final product. Lookin’ good so far.”

“I’m drawing us,” Jack told him, reaching for another crayon while keeping a hand shielding the drawing.

“Remember I’m taller than him,” Dean said, nodding at Cas. Cas gave him a dirty look. “Just for accuracy.”

“My true form greatly towers over your human body,” Cas said haughtily.

“Aww, Cas, you tryin’ to flirt?”

Rolling his eyes, Cas handed back the bag of carrots to Jack. The mess in the backseat of papers and crayons—though stressful—gave Dean an idea.

“Hey, Jack, hand me some paper.” He took two papers and told Cas, “I’ll draw you and you draw me.”

Cas took a paper with a gleam in his eyes. “What does the winner get?”

“Whaddya mean winner? This is supposed to be just a fun thing.” That was a lie. They could, and did, turn everything into a competition. “Worst drawing has to pay for snacks at the next stop.”

“Easy,” Cas said, taking a green crayon from the box. “I could draw your every freckle from memory.”

“Stare enough to know what I look like,” Dean muttered, feeling his ears heat. He caught Cas reaching for the red crayon. “Hey!” Of course the fucker would draw him blushing.

Giving him a sly smile, Cas tucked himself against the opposite door to shield his drawing from him. “Just going for accuracy,”

“I wanna play too!” Jack said.

“Alright, best drawing from all three of us. Hope you brought your credit card, Jack.”

“Nope, ‘cause I’m gonna win!”

“No, you’re both going down.” Dean snatched up a stubby green crayon. “Go!”

Despite the lack of a time limit, furious scribbling followed. Dean liked to think he was a decent drawer, but using crayons—most of which were broken—sure made it difficult.

He set Cas in a sunny field with a fluffy cloud sky. Without yellow, the sun had to be green, but he thought the purple trenchcoat and blue tie he drew for Cas turned out pretty good. Add a few flowers, maybe a tree—fuck, that didn’t turn out so good. The important part was Cas, though. For good measure, he added some wings colored with every crayon in the box and an angel blade that he couldn’t get to look sharp enough with the blunt silver crayon, but gave the general idea.

Holding the drawing up, he couldn’t help smiling at it. It was Cas, alright. Down to the blue eyes, half smile, and sensible shoes.

“Done!” Jack announced.

“One second,” Cas said, eyebrows drawn up in concentration. After a few careful lines, he said, “Okay.” He clutched his drawing to his chest. “On the count of three.”

“One, two, three—” Dean flipped his drawing around at the same time as Cas and Jack.

And instantly burst out laughing.

“What?” Cas asked, offended.

“Dude.” Wiping tears from his eyes, Dean took the drawing from him. A stick figure man with a scribble of brown hair, lopsided green eyes, and dots which he guessed were his freckles. “I haven’t been this skinny in years. Wait a moment.” He frowned at the stick legs. “You gave me freaking bow legs?”

“Dean, this is…” Dean looked up to see Cas holding the drawing of himself. “This is really lovely.” He traced the wings. “It’s like you can see them.”

“Shit, it’s not that good.” Fucking hell, he was blushing again.

“Look at mine!” Jack said, waving his paper.

“Woah, kid, you outdid yourself,” Dean said, taking it from him. Three stick figures, each a bit taller than the next. Two with wings, one in a blocky shirt which looked suspiciously like flannel.

“Buddy, this is great.” He pointed at Cas’ figure, turning the paper so Cas could see. “Looks like he got your true form.” Animals and swirls, colors and shapes.

“That’s beautiful, Jack.” Cas pointed to the smallest stick figure with the biggest wings and smile. “I love how you drew yourself.”

“Do I win?” Jack asked.

Dean handed the drawings back. “Take a look at all of them, be our judge.”

Jack studied the three drawings seriously for several long seconds before announcing with a cheeky smile, “I win!”

“Seems rigged but okay,” Dean said.

Cas elbowed him. “You can pick out any snack you want when we find a place to stop,” he told Jack. A dangerous idea, but they might not even make it there. Their drawings would soon be outdated when they turned old and grey in their seats.

Bracing himself for the worst, Dean checked the line of cars again and was surprised to see movement up ahead.

“Hey!” He turned the car on. “Here we go, Baby, back on the road again!”

“Finally,” Cas sighed. Bouncing in his car seat, Jack cheered.

The line of cars thinned out as they picked up speed, finally making progress after… Dean checked the time. Two hours. At least the last hour had passed quickly with their drawing competition.

“I’m going to frame these,” Cas said, tucking the drawings into his bag. “I think they’d look nice in the living room.”

“Daddy?” Jack spoke up.

“What’s up, buttercup?” Cas asked, looking back at him.

Jack giggled and Dean smiled at him in the rearview mirror. Then Jack announced, “I have to pee.”

Dean stared at the road. Of course.

“Can you wait?” Cas asked, checking the GPS. "The next stop is… twenty minutes away.”

“I have to go now!”

Cas looked at Dean, and Dean sighed. “I’ll stop.” Turning on his turn signal to move into the shoulder, he told Jack, “Time to pee in the bushes, kiddo.”

Jack cheered and Dean shook his head, a laugh escaping him despite himself. Always an adventure.

#creative caviar #rambleoncas #seraphcastiel #spncreatorsdaily #destiel fic #baby jack #dadstiel #established dean/cas #if there’s typos #no there’s not ❤️ #I’m writing and posting this on mobile #as soon as I wrote the part where dean starts driving #the traffic I was stuck in started moving #✨manifestation✨ #expectingtofly writes