#beanbag kingdom

[clockways]

"Fixing your bed in the morning promotes better rest-"

No... you don't understand. I don't want a bed, I want a burrow. Let me curl up in a mess of softness like a little doormouse.

[foxtrology]

thank fuck you're not complete done with that harry castillo universe because I've barely finished the last chapter and I already miss them 🥹 could you write prompt 31, pretty please? 🥺

dad! harry castillo

prompt 31: harry takes adella to the bookstore and ends up reading four picture books aloud on the floor. two people recognize him. he doesn’t care.

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The plan had been simple.

In and out.

One quick stop at the bookstore for the new release Adella’s preschool teacher had mentioned—the one about a grumpy squirrel and a weather balloon or something equally ridiculous—and then back home before lunch.

That had been the plan.

But Harry Castillo had long since learned that plans—especially ones involving six-year-olds with untamable curls and big, curious eyes—meant absolutely nothing.

It was drizzling when they left the house, the kind of late spring rain that didn’t quite warrant umbrellas but still managed to soak through clothes if you stayed outside too long.

Adella had insisted on wearing her yellow rain boots even though the bookstore was only a few blocks away, and Harry—who had once made men cry in negotiation rooms—simply nodded and grabbed the matching coat from the peg by the door.

She splashed in every puddle along the sidewalk.

He didn’t rush her.

The bell above the bookstore door chimed softly as they stepped inside. It was warm and dry, the kind of cozy space that smelled like cinnamon and paper and the faintest trace of whatever candle the owner kept burning on the front counter. The lights were low and golden, and the jazz playing through the speakers was gentle enough to feel like background breathing.

Adella gasped.

Not dramatically—just that quiet, delighted sound she always made when entering places she loved. Her mitten-sized hand tightened around his, and Harry looked down just in time to see her eyes go wide at the sight of the children’s section.

“Can we stay a little bit?” she asked, already tugging at his arm.

He didn’t hesitate.

“Of course.”

She led him there like she’d been born in that bookstore. Past the poetry wall, through the shelves of new fiction, around a table stacked with cookbooks where she paused to point at a pie and whisper, “You should make that for mommy.” Harry grunted in agreement, mentally adding lemon meringue to the next grocery list.

By the time they reached the children’s nook, her raincoat had been unzipped and her curls had started to frizz from the weather. She didn’t care. She had spotted the beanbag chairs. And the bookshelf shaped like a tree.

Harry didn’t bother with the adult-sized reading bench. He was on the floor in seconds, long legs folding awkwardly beneath him, back pressed against the soft cushion of a floor pillow that clearly hadn’t been designed with six-foot men in mind.

Adella dropped to his side with the dramatic flair of a child in her own kingdom.

“Okay,” she said, breathless with excitement. “Pick four.”

“Four?”

“Four books, daddy.” She grinned, one front tooth missing, the other slightly wiggly. “That’s how many we can read before snack.”

He gave a mock sigh. “Only four?”

“For now.”

He let her choose.

Of course he did.

The first one was about a cow who wanted to be a ballerina.

Harry read every word. In a very bad French accent.

Adella giggled so hard she snorted, and he grinned so wide it made the edges of his eyes crinkle.

The second was about a brave girl pirate with a pink eyepatch and a sidekick parrot who only spoke in riddles. Adella leaned against him the whole time, warm and heavy, her head on his shoulder, legs kicked up like she didn’t have a care in the world.

By the third, a quiet story about a raccoon who built a treehouse for all his friends, she had started mouthing some of the words along with him.

And by the fourth—a ridiculous tale about a dragon who was afraid of the dark—Harry had stopped noticing the faint ache in his back or the way his foot had fallen asleep.

He was fully in it. All of it.

Reading in the corner of a bookstore with his daughter in his lap, surrounded by pillows and the soft rustle of pages and the occasional squeal of a toddler from the other aisle.

People stared.

Of course they did.

Two women near the café section exchanged hushed whispers behind travel mugs. One of them snapped a quick photo with her phone, trying to be subtle. Another man, standing by the nonfiction shelf, did a double-take.

Harry Castillo. That Harry Castillo. On the floor of a bookstore with his knees poking out awkwardly from a child-sized nook, his voice animated, his tone ridiculous, his daughter giggling so hard she nearly fell over.

Harry didn’t notice.

Or maybe he did.

And he just didn’t give a damn.

Because this—this was what mattered now.

Not the company he’d once obsessed over. Not the Forbes headlines or the nameplate on the door of an office he hadn’t stepped inside in almost three years. Not the whispers about his age or the commentary about becoming a father so late in life.

He was late. Sure.

But he wasn’t too late.

And she—his daughter, his firecracker, his reason—was worth every second of that delay.

At one point, Adella looked up at him, curls slightly sweaty from leaning against his chest, eyes heavy with the kind of soft, satisfied glow only good mornings bring.

“Mommy would like this one,” she whispered, pointing to the ballerina cow book again.

“She would,” Harry agreed, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“We should bring it home.”

He nodded. “Done.”

“And we should tell her about the dragon.”

“We’ll act it out at dinner.”

“And maybe next time—”

“There will be a next time,” he interrupted gently, squeezing her hand. “There’s always a next time with you.”

She beamed.

Eventually, they did head home.

With five books in a paper bag—Adella had added one last-minute “for Frances”—and two hot chocolates from the corner café that Harry said were overpriced but bought anyway.

By the time they walked back through the front door, her boots were soaked, and her cheeks were flushed pink, and Harry’s shirt had a faint smear of whipped cream down the front where she’d hugged him too quickly with sticky fingers.

His wife was in the kitchen, apron dusted with flour, humming to a song playing low from her phone speaker.

She looked up as they entered, eyes warm.

“Good time?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer.

Harry nodded.

“She made me read four books on the floor,” he said, setting the bag down with a mock groan.

Adella grinned. “He did voices.”

She laughed, crossing the room to kiss his cheek. “Of course he did.”

Later, after lunch and a bath and a half-hour of chasing Frances out of the pantry, Adella was curled up in bed for her nap, and Harry stood at the foot of her mattress, just… watching.

Not hovering.

Just being.

“She’s getting so big,” he murmured.

His wife came up beside him, slipping an arm around his waist. “She’s still your little girl.”

He didn’t say anything.

Just nodded.

And when he slipped his hand into his back pocket later that night, emptying the day’s contents onto his dresser, he found one of the bookstore receipts folded neatly around a crayon drawing Adella had made while sipping her hot chocolate.

It was a picture of them. Him on the floor, book in hand. Her curled up in his lap. Frances, inexplicably wearing a crown.

He tucked it into the drawer next to the watch he rarely wore anymore.

And smiled.

Because even in his sixties, even after everything, Harry Castillo had never been happier to be recognized as just a dad.

And he knew, deep in his bones, he’d read her another book tomorrow.

And the next day.

And the next.

Forever, if she’d let him.

[somnambuletta]

tea party gone tactical

aka: simon riley, code name: daddy

there’s glitter in the creases of his knuckles. plastic rings on every finger, tea stains on his jeans, and a tiara— pink, crooked— sitting proud atop his buzzed hair. simon riley, six-foot-something slab of elite military steel, has just been declared princess cupcake the third, ruler of the sugar kingdom. and he has orders to attend high tea at precisely four o’clock sharp.

he obliges. obviously.

the living room has been transformed into chaos of the most devastating kind—childhood imagination. there’s a tablecloth made from an old baby blanket, plastic saucers balanced on top of hardcover books, plushies seated like dignitaries from rival kingdoms. one has an eyepatch. another wears his sock. a stuffed unicorn has a crayon drawn scar and a tactical vest made of paper.

across from him, on her little purple beanbag throne, his daughter beams. two missing teeth. a feather boa dragging on the floor. she pours lukewarm apple juice into tiny cups, careful, careful, tongue poking out in concentration. simon watches like it’s a mission briefing. she finishes with a flourish.

“sir cupcake, would you like sugar?” she says, all posh and prim and nearly squeaking with excitement.

he nods solemnly. “two lumps. gotta keep my energy up.”

she plunks invisible sugar into his cup with a spoon the size of her hand. simon pretends to sip. “delicious,” he says, setting the cup down with exaggerated grace. “might be the best cuppa i’ve ever had, actually.”

“better than mummy’s?” she asks, eyes wide, clearly testing boundaries.

he leans in, whispers behind one big, calloused hand, “don’t tell 'er, but yeah. loads better.” she giggles—full, bubbly, from-the-gut giggles—and his heart pulls like a parachute cord mid-fall. she moves on to the cupcakes—half crumbled fairy cakes from the corner bakery you brought home last night, now decorated with more sprinkles than frosting. she smashes one into a napkin, offering it like a truce treaty.

“thank you, commander sprinkle,” he says, accepting the mashed sugar bomb and taking a heroic bite.

“you’re welcome,” she says, eyes shining. “you’re the bravest daddy in the kingdom!”

something warm knots in his chest. not the cupcake— he could take five more of those—but the way she looks at him, like he built the sky with his hands and tucks the stars in at night.

simon clears his throat, glances down at his ring-bedazzled fingers, the glitter on his arms, the juice in his lap. “…i'd go to war for you, y’know.”

she nods solemnly, not entirely sure what that means—but knowing it’s important.

then she picks up her pink plastic walkie-talkie and presses the button. “monster in the hallway. repeat, monster in the hallway! might be mummy coming to check if we ruined the carpet..”

simon stands, dramatically brushing invisible crumbs off his lap. he adjusts his tiara. lifts his plush unicorn with military precision. “on it, commander.”

and then, he charges out of the room, bare feet thudding against the floor, in search of the ‘monster’—glitter trailing behind him like smoke from a flare.

[baby-you-you]

hii! can i have a set for.. this is gonna be really specific, but a cookie from the garden of delights from cookie run kingdom? it's the place where pavlova cookie, sugarfly cookie, and eternal sugar cookie live and i think its really pretty but also a little scary! but i'd love to focus on the cute aspects of it ^^

Garden Of Sweet Delights regressor theme !!!

🍧 activities

Pretend tea parties with plushies and “pastries” Gardening / pretend gardening with plush flowers/paper flowers Coloring pages with sweets, cakes, or pastel themes Baking (or play baking) soft goodies with a caregiver or solo Creating a dessert-themed sensory bin (rice, sprinkles, puff balls) Watching cozy pastel shows (Strawberry Shortcake, Hello Kitty, Sanrio) Making friendship bracelets with candy-colored beads Gentle dancing to soft, sugary songs or music box sounds Setting up a blanket picnic with pastel snacks and plush guests

🍧 clothes

Ruffle dresses in baby pink, mint, lilac, or lemon Pajamas with cupcakes, donuts, or candy hearts Fuzzy pastel cardigans or pullovers Onesies with dessert prints or cotton candy colors Bibs/pinafoes with bows Slippers that look like cupcakes or animals Legwarmers or bloomers in soft plushy fabrics Pacifier clips or accessories with candy beads Hoodies with candy bunny or pastel bear ears Flowery aprons and gardening gloves

🍧 toys

Cupcake plushies, donut squishies, or ice cream cones Eternal Sugar Cookie plush Pretend baking kits (felt or wooden pastries) Gardening tool kit (Kid's gardening tools) Strawberry or macaron stacking toys Cotton candy-scented dolls or plushies Tea sets with candy colors Frosted cookie play food sets Stuffies wearing pastel outfits or holding sweets Sensory toys in flower or food shapes Pop-its shaped like lollipops or cupcakes Toy cash register and bakery setup for pretend play

🍧 games

“Tea party guests” roleplay with stuffies Cookie Run Kingdom/Ovenbreak/Witch's castle Sorting games with pretend candies or pastel buttons Playing bakery: taking orders, decorating, and delivering plush desserts Making your own “menu” for a dessert shop with stickers and crayons Hide the cupcake! Plushie hide-and-seek Beanbag toss! Pretending to decorate a plushie cake or cookie Playing a pastel memory matching game with dessert cards "Spa day" - Take a day to relax, play some games, and just overall calm yourself.

🍧 foods/drinks

Strawberry yogurt with sprinkles Candy flowers Heart-shaped sandwiches or soft pastries Apple flowers with oranges in the center for the bud Pink applesauce or fruit pouches Cotton candy-flavored drinks (milk or slushies) Mini muffins, pancakes, or toast with fruit jam Cookies or crackers with pastel frosting Marshmallows / puff cereal Strawberry milk, vanilla milk, or honey tea in a sippy Fruit kabobs with whipped cream Candy kabobs

🍧 nicknames <3

Cupcake Sugarbun Sweetiepie Honeypie Pinklet Pinkie Lil' cupcake Candy baby sugarpie Sweetie Sweetheart

[luciemggio]

The King in Her Kingdom

Part III of “The Soldier in the Storybook”

Inspired by “Soldier, Poet, King” by The Oh Hellos

Pairing: dad Bucky Barnes x bookshop owner f’reader

Warnings: mention of smut

It became a rhythm.

Every Friday, Rosie came to the bookshop to trade stories and dreams, and every Saturday, Bucky came for you.

You didn’t make him feel like a relic. You didn’t flinch when his fingers trembled or when his words came slower than he meant them to. You saw the cracks in him and still chose to plant flowers.

And slowly—like sunlight after a long winter—he began to believe he could grow again.

One Saturday, he arrived with a paper bag in one hand and Rosie holding the other. You were behind the counter, unpacking a shipment of books with your hair falling in your eyes.

He stepped in front of you, held out the bag like it was fragile.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“Peace offering,” he said, a little shy. “Rosie and I made cookies. Well, I made the dough. She made them chaotic.”

Rosie popped up beside him. “Mine has five eyes! It’s a cyclops princess.”

You burst into laughter, holding the bag like it was treasure. “Then I’ll eat hers first.”

You closed the shop early that day. Bucky helped you restock shelves and carry boxes up the back stairs while Rosie napped in the beanbag chair near the front.

Later, you found him sitting on the floor in the poetry aisle, holding a weathered book in one hand and tracing the text with the other.

“Wanna read it out loud?” you asked, leaning against the shelf beside him.

He looked up, that soft smile on his lips. “Only if you sit next to me.”

So you did. Curled into him like a comma in a sentence that wasn’t quite finished.

The Night It All Changed. It was raining. Not the violent kind—just a quiet, steady hush against the city.

Rosie was staying with Sam for the night, and you had invited Bucky over with a casual “come by if you’re not doing anything.” He showed up on your doorstep with a bouquet of mismatched wildflowers and an expression like he wasn’t sure he belonged anywhere but really hoped it might be here.

You made tea. He made a fire in the old brick hearth that hadn’t been used since October. The heat was slow and golden, and the apartment smelled like chamomile and vanilla and rain.

He was quiet. You didn’t push.

You sat beside him on the couch, knees touching, and let the silence grow brave between you. After a while, you said gently, “Where did you go just now?”

He looked at you like you were the first person to ask.

“My head,” he said. “The darker parts.”

You nodded, reaching out to lace your fingers through his.

“You don’t have to fight alone anymore, Buck.”

That broke something in him. Not loudly. Not like glass. But like an old door finally creaking open.

He leaned forward and kissed you—slow, deep, full of something holy. His hand cradled your jaw like you were something sacred.

And that night, he didn’t just touch your skin.

He let you touch his past.

You let him rest his head on your chest, listened to his breathing slow, whispered poems into the crown of his hair until sleep claimed him.

He lifted his head. His eyes found yours—blue, glassy, soft. There was something unsaid between you, floating just above the quiet. You touched his face like you were learning him. He leaned into your palm.

“You okay?” you whispered.

He nodded, brushing his nose against yours. “Yeah. I just… I don’t think I’ve ever felt this.”

You didn’t ask what he meant. You knew.

“Then don’t rush it,” you said. “Just be here. With me.”

And he was.

When he kissed you again, it wasn’t desperate. It was reverent. His lips moved against yours with a tenderness that made your eyes flutter shut, your hand sliding from his jaw to the back of his neck, drawing him closer.

He shifted to hover over you slowly, carefully, like he was terrified to crush the moment—but more terrified to let it pass. You tugged him down with a whisper: “Don’t go anywhere.”

His body pressed against yours, strong and warm and solid. He kissed you like a vow—mouth trailing from your lips to your cheek, to your neck, pausing where your pulse beat wildly. You felt his breath there, shaky and real.

“Is this okay?” he murmured, his voice lower now, more ragged.

You nodded. “Yes. Please.”

Clothes came off slowly. Like pages being turned. No rush, no firestorm. Just heat building like the slow burn of a candle melting into something golden. He worshipped you—eyes on you, fingers memorizing, lips learning. Every brush of skin sent sparks across your nerves, but it wasn’t about lust.

It was about presence.

He cupped your face as he entered you, forehead pressed to yours, exhaling like he’d been holding his breath for years. You arched into him, hands gripping his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist as he began to move—steady, deep, as if he was afraid he might disappear if he wasn’t inside you like this.

There were no sharp edges. No rush to the finish. Only the hush of rain outside, the crackle of the fire, the small sounds you made together—breaths, gasps, moans whispered into each other’s skin.

You whispered his name.

He kissed your mouth like he needed it to live.

When you both came undone, it wasn’t fireworks. It was warmth flooding through your veins. A quiet collapse. A trembling in his arms. His forehead resting on your collarbone, your fingers tangled in his hair.

“I didn’t know it could feel like this,” he whispered into your skin.

You smiled against the top of his head. “Like what?”

“Like home.”

Later, you lay tangled on the couch under a shared blanket, your fingers tracing the line of his arm. He looked at you like you’d rewritten his whole history.

And maybe you had.

Because that night, something shifted in him. Something opened.

That night, the soldier laid down his sword—not because he was tired… but because he was loved.

A Few Months Later

He was late. Not by much. But you could tell by the way the door burst open like a man who’d sprinted through a war zone to be on time.

“Sorry—sorry,” he breathed, brushing rain off his shoulders. “She wouldn’t wear the rain boots. Only the ballet shoes. Which are, y’know. Not waterproof.”

You laughed, helping Rosie out of her soaked hoodie. “Good thing stories are waterproof.”

She giggled and ran to her pink cushion. Bucky walked over and brushed a kiss to your temple.

“You good?” he asked softly.

You nodded, eyes crinkling. “Now I am.”

As you took your place at the little wooden throne, Bucky sat in the back again. But this time, not with folded arms and a guarded heart.

This time, he watched you like someone who knew he’d found his place in the world. Not just the soldier. Not just the broken man.

He watched you like a king who’d found his kingdom—in a bookshop, with a poet, and a girl in ballet shoes.

And when you opened the book and read:

“There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword,

He will tear your city down…”

You looked up. Found his eyes.

And smiled like you already knew how the story would end.

[tsams-and-co-memes]

TSAMS Lunar Cosmo(s) Canon Info

Updated - 3/7/25

Note: Just like the info post for Earth/Terra, I'm leaving everything here as is. "Lunar" has been used so many times here, and I don't feel like going through everything and changing it to "Cosmo" or "Cosmos"

Lunar's likes:

Sour skittles, Smarty’s, and chewy chips ahoy

Beanbags

Things that glow in the dark

Metal music, as long as it’s still intelligible

Peaches and bananas

Comic books

Spider lily flowers

Space and astrology related things

Making an entrance

Spigot

Uncrustables

Kingdom Hearts

Anything sugary

Chainsaw Man

Sushi

Making himself smaller for other people (<- being small is a comfort thing for him)

Coffee (it's implied that he rarely, if ever, gets it though)

Tekken 8

Penguins

Friday Night Funkin

Bowser

My Chemical Romance

Wildberry poptarts

MLP (his favorite is Rainbow Dash)

Lunala and Pinchurchin (his favorite Pokémon)

His favorite expression of love is words of affirmation

Lunar's dislikes:

The ocean

Putting ice in his drinks

The color red

History. In his words, history sucks and is like the worst subject in school

The color yellow

Football

Eclipse (<- he's more indifferent to Eclipse now, more than anything else)

Bloodmoon

The creator

Jack (subject to change) (Lunar's cool with Jack now)

Peanut butter

Miscellaneous:

If Lunar gets too scared, he WILL cry

Unlike his brothers, he can eat food (<- retconned. They can all eat now)

When he is upset, anxious, tense, or getting scared, he makes a high pitched squeak sound that’s almost the equivalent of a whimper, but it sounds like a creaky door

His voice box has a concert hall sort of effect, in which a lot of reverb is added to whatever he says. There’s also another special function that lets him sound like he’s talking on an old radio station

He’s very sassy

He was originally made of nanomachines, before he was blown up by Eclipse

His birthday is August 11th

If he could have a pet, it’d be a chinchilla

He prefers showers over baths

He likes to act more childlike, although he himself is actually an adult

He has a habit of saying things that are very out of pocket

Lunar is slightly colorblind

He has weather based powers– namely wind and lightning (<- his powers are actually based on nature in general)

One of Lunar’s favorite games is Bloons TD6

His memory isn’t very good

Lunar doesn't wake up immediately and is groggy for a bit in the morning. He also screams every morning to help himself wake up more. His "wake up scream" also helps motivate him, too

It's implied that he watches Phineas and Ferb

He cleans himself via taking a sponge and scrubbing the metal parts of himself

Monty did design Lunar with the capability to change his clothes

Lunar's a sleep talker

Lunar can't read cursive, while Earth can

Lunar gets into a lot of trouble with small animals

When Lunar gets angry enough, he sounds more like Moon

He's good at math

He occasionally eavesdrops on Earth’s therapy sessions with people if he finds the person attending interesting at all

Lunar doesn't know how to read Morse code

Lunar's comfort food is chips, and he eats them when stressed

When Lunar had a tail, his tail apparently was sensitive

Lunar's not good at rhythm games

Lunar has a stomach hatch that opens sideways like a cabinet door

Lunar sometimes makes the kids dance in the daycare. He even dances with them

Lunar thinks Bowser "can get it"

Lunar could eat an entire crate of Nutella in 3 days, and his body would convert it into star power

Lunar doesn't watch R-rated movies

Lunar doesn't eat very much healthy food

Lunar is possibly Monty's smoking buddy

Lunar has a bedroom in Sun and Moon’s basement, then he has a separate room for napping

Lunar has a borderline addiction (?) to Nutella and even has a room he uses for the sole purpose of storing it

Lunar is pansexual, but doesn't currently know if he's polyamorous or not

If he could wear other clothes, Lunar would want sweatpants, baggy t-shirts, and at least one suit (for Earth's amusement, mostly. So she can pick him up and pretend he's her son or something). No matter what he wears though, he'd always have his hat

Lunar has a little private getaway in the woods that he goes to sometimes. Monty helped him build it

Lunar is non-binary and omniromantic

Lunar eats rice with his hands

Lunar doesn't clean up after himself

Lunar sometimes draws with his Nutella

Lunar's a lightweight drinker

Lunar's awful at scheduling things

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Little!Mari - Babies and Bottles

Inspired by the conversation I had with an anon earlier about Mari taking bottles at bed time.

Word count: 623

Mari wasn’t a baby. No matter what Shauna said or thought - she was not a baby.

And everyone knew that.

She didn’t like stupid things like baby dolls and pacifiers. She could tie her own shoes and dress herself. Maybe - sometimes she fumbled a little thing her shoes or her thumb made its way into her mouth. But Shauna didn’t know that, so it didn’t matter.

“Mar, Akilah, bed time,” Van poked her head around the bedroom door. Akilah was already settled in bed, happily arranging all her stuffed animals for sleep. Van spied Mari, curled up on her favourite beanbag. It was pink - complimenting Akilah’s aqua one, and sat in the corner of their bedroom. At least she was already in her pajamas and her hair was tied back in two plaits - one of which was tucked into her mouth. She had her new game boy pressed right up near her face, and Van immediately knew she was still trying to beat Melissa’s new high score in Tetris.

“Five more minutes?” Mari pleaded, not taking her eyes off her game.

Van sighed, though there was no malice behind it and a small smile played at her lips. “Mari, you said that five minutes ago when Tai came in.” Mari grumbled with frustration, realising she couldn’t get around both of them. “Look, I’ll go make you a bottle but by the time I get back I want you to be in bed, ok?” Mari finally looked up at this, dropping her game boy and pressing her right index finger to her lips.

“Is Shauna in bed?” Mari asked, a little anxious that the other girl would see the bottle being brought up to her room. “And Mel and Gen?”

“Yeah Mar, they’re all in bed too. Now do you want warm milk or just cold?”

“Warm,” Mari requested, finally moving to get to her bed.

Van was careful with making sure no one else saw her making Mari’s bottle or bringing it up to her. Even though she knew none of the others would be bothered by it at all, she understood how humiliated Mari would be if anyone else brought it up.

She was glad to see Mari settled in her top bunk by the time she came back, blankets drawn up and Tigre tucked under her arm. “Alright, one warm bottle of the finest milk for the princess,” Van smiled, climbing up the first two rungs of the ladder to hand Mari her bottle. She smiled happily, eagerly taking it into her hands and settling back down.

“Bubby?” She asked quietly, tracing the tip of the bottle back and forth across her bottom lip.

“Yeah kid?”

“Could we have a story?” Van chuckled lightly and nodded, always happy to give any of the kids story time. “Sure, let me just get the light.”

Van flicked off the light - making sure Mari’s string lights were on for light - and pressed a kiss to each girl’s forehead before settling on one of the beanbags. Content, Mari let herself take the bottle into her mouth, immediately soothed by the warmth of the milk settling over her.

She ended up continuing a story from a few nights ago - about a mouse princess who had to save the rodent kingdom from evil cat warriors. She rattled on for a while, truly just making it up as she went, until Mari and Akilah’s breaths both seemed to even out. She carefully crept back up the ladder a little to check on Mari, finding her curled on her side. Tigre pressed to her cheek, thumb in mouth and bottle clutched tightly in her hand. She gently pried the now empty bottle from her grip. “Night Mar,” she whispered.

[mgrdetangled]

I never thought I'd pick up a pencil and draw Varigo, but the request has been sitting in my request queue and I decided to sketch up four requests. So much time has passed that the anon who requested the art is now deactivated, but I had enough interest to do the request anyways. I meant it when I said I'll only do requests I find interesting.

Plus I wanted to have another try at Tall!Varian.

It was fun to do and I love the way it came out even if the beanbag is trash. Aw well, if I can't be happy with the beanbag, I have enough powers to change it to something else.

I can't wait to see how it comes colored.

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Because I don´t follow Varian and the Seven Kingdoms, I still hardly know who Hugo is, so I won't ship them unprompted. I do appreciate the cuteness though. 😊

Whichever request gets done depends on my mood, but this is my favorite picture among the sketches. 💖

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If this looks familiar, this was the request given to me.

[writelyly]

Previous

Once they got back to the castle, Buttermilk Cookie immediately jumped Mystic Flour Cookie, knocking her off where she was seated on the couch.

“Get the remote!” she yelped, as Mystic Flour shrugged the young Cookie off her.

“It’s not here!” yelped Black Tart Cookie, pointing to the hole in the middle of the couch.

Mystic Flour Cookie rose up immediately.

“How?! I’ve been sitting there all day!”

“There’s only one person that could’ve done this!” exclaimed Buttermilk Cookie as she stood up as well.

“It was you!” yelled Black Tart Cookie, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her. “Where did you put it?! Where did you put it?! Where did you put it?! Where did you put it?! Where did you put it?!”

“Well, it makes sense that you would have done it,” mused Mystic Flour Cookie. “You were made from the Soul Jam of Deceit.”

“Black Tart was also made from the Soul Jam of Apathy. And she clearly isn’t being very apathetic right now!” retorted Buttermilk Cookie as she pulled herself away from her friend. “I meant Bell Pepper! It could only be him!”

“Oh yeah!” Black Tart Cookie realized, “We both want to watch the same thing. Right. Sorry.”

Mystic Flour Cookie rushed out of the room, the two Little Virtues following suit.

They all rushed through the halls of the castle, Mystic Flour stopping at one of the doors and banging on it.

“Burning Spice Cookie! Wake up!”

After a couple of seconds Burning Spice Cookie opened the door, looking a bit groggy.

“Mystic Flour? What happened…”

“Bell Pepper took the remote!”

Burning Spice Cookie was suddenly alert, joining the other three in rushing to find Bell Pepper Cookie.

When they finally found him, he was seated on a beanbag in what appeared to be a small library, facing away from the window on the other side of the room. The window was open, allowing the sunlight to come into the room, warming the little green plant on his head. He was watering the plant with his favorite watering can, it was plated with gold and had decorations that were distinctly from the Golden Cheese Kingdom.

“WHERE IS THE REMOTE?!” they all simultaneously screamed the moment they barged into the room.

“What remote?” he asked innocently, turning his head in confusion.

“Search the room!” commanded Burning Spice Cookie, as they all quickly got to work, turning the library inside out.

“I found it!” exclaimed Buttermilk Cookie.

“You the remote?!” Black Tart Cookie yelped as she rushed over, followed by Mystic Flour Cookie and Burning Spice Cookie.

“No. I found the tool he used to cut a hole in the couch!” she explained, holding up a pair of gardening shears.

“What are you guys even talking about?” sighed Bell Pepper Cookie.

“Tell us where it is!” Buttermilk Cookie snatched the watering can from Bell Pepper Cookie’s hands and tossed it to Black Tart Cookie. “Or your watering can will be as good as flour!”

“Okay!” he conceded, standing up from the beanbag and walking over to the window, pulling out a small grey rectangle from inside the curtain. “Here it is. I’m sorry…”

They all collectively gasped at the sight of the remote.

“But I just want you to know… I’m doing this for your own good!”

With the remote in only one hand, Bell Pepper Cookie crushed it, its mechanic pieces falling to the ground.

“No!” Buttermilk Cookie and Black Tart Cookie screamed.

“H-how did you even do that?” asked Mystic Flour Cookie.

Burning Spice Cookie cleared his throat from behind her, looking more impressed than upset.

“Ah… Destruction,” she realized.

“Alright. The watering can’s getting it,” Black Tart Cookie said as her hands began glowing ominous white.

“Wait!” Bell Pepper Cookie yelped. “There is another…”

The room fell silent, each Cookie looking amongst themselves.

“...another remote?” Buttermilk Cookie guessed.

“Yes!” he exclaimed. “Shadow Milk Cookie went to Town Square to buy one!”

“It’s twenty minutes to 8:00!” Mystic Flour Cookie said as she looked at the nearby clock.

“Let’s get that remote!” ordered Burning Spice Cookie as the two Beasts sprinted out of the room.

“After them!” Buttermilk Cookie yelled as she dashed away. “Thanks for the tip BP!”

Black Tart Cookie was about to follow her, but was stopped by Bell Pepper Cookie’s scream.

“My watering can!”

“Oh… sorry,” she tossed it back to him. “You’re not coming?”

“I don’t care about your stupid TV anymore!” he growled, his eyes flashing gold for a moment. “Besides, I’ll be on a phone call with White Lily Cookie. I don’t need any of you!”

Shadow Milk Cookie emerged from the Town Square, chuckling to himself as he held the remote in his hands.

His smile quickly faded, however, when he saw the two other Beasts alongside the Little Virtues, waiting for him and ready for a fight.

The atmosphere was tense, frozen as the Dark Cacao Kingdom.

Shadow Milk Cookie, who was one to always use his wits first, immediately took off in the opposite direction.

“GET HIM!” Burning Spice Cookie roared as they all collectively began the chase. 

They took off into the forest, with Burning Spice Cookie and Mystic Flour Cookie in the lead. Despite Shadow Milk Cookie’s quick maneuvering through the endless trees, the ex-Beast of Destruction caught up to him. He lunged for the remote, but Shadow Milk Cookie tactfully dodged. A punch came his way, causing Shadow Milk Cookie to attempt to block it with magic, but the rebound sent him flying back, into Mystic Flour Cookie. She attempted to grab the remote, but Shadow Milk Cookie spotted the Little Virtues approaching. Using his magic, he levitated Black Tart Cookie and threw her past Mystic Flour Cookie. 

“AHHHHHH!”

With her motherly instinct kicking in, Mystic Flour Cookie let go of Shadow Milk Cookie and caught Black Tart Cookie before she could reach the ground. 

Buttermilk Cookie then came at him with her own set of spells.

“Reif! Nitginlgh! Yeslab rengt!”

He managed to block most of them, but one managed to hit him in the arm.

As he winced at the attack, Burning Spice Cookie came up from behind him and held him in place.

“Grab the remote!”

Before Mystic Flour Cookie could lay a hand on him, Shadow Milk Cookie turned into a plushie, falling to the ground with the remote. But just as he hit the ground, a puff of blue smoke exploded.

Everyone was coughing, trying to clear the smoke as Shadow Milk Cookie, back in Cookie form, flew away.

“Ha ha ha!” he laughed as he began racing through the forest. Suddenly, the flaps of his outfit were violently yanked, sending him flying back. The fall caused him to lose grip of the remote, which was quickly grabbed by Mystic Flour Cookie before it could hit the ground.

“I spent years surrounded by flour!” she taunted. “You really think your little smoke will stop me?!”

She quickly began her retreat, but soon found herself being chased by the Little Virtues.

“We’re losing her!” screamed Black Tart Cookie. “Think of something!”

“Uh… uh… ocrk!”

Buttermilk Cookie cast her spell, summoning a rock which fell on Mystic Flour Cookie’s head. She dropped to the ground, the Little Virtues soon standing over her.

“Flan,” Black Tart Cookie swore, “that was a bit much…”

Buttermilk Cookie just shrugged, a devious smile on her face, as the two of them took off. For a moment, they thought they were safe, before an Awakened Shadow Milk Cookie began chasing them, hot on their tails. 

“Seriously? Awakening?!” shrieked Buttermilk Cookie as the duo desperately continued to flee.

They slammed into something hard, causing them to fall backwards. They looked up, realizing they ran into an Awakened Burning Spice Cookie, who now had the remote in his hands. 

“That remote belongs to me!” yelled Shadow Milk Cookie, who had caught up to them.

Burning Spice Cookie laughed, his eyes glowing a dangerous gold.

“Then come and get it!”

And just like that, the two Beasts were fighting against each other. Shadow Milk Cookie was flying in the air, avoiding Burning Spice Cookie’s attacks while landing some hits with his magic. Burning Spice Cookie brushed off each spell like it was nothing, jumping up to try and knock out the ex-Beast of Deceit.

Shadow Milk Cookie laughed at each failed attempt.

“This is never going to work out for you, Spicy. I’m gonna get that remote eventu-”

Mystic Flour Cookie emerged from the woods, also Awakened, and jumped up, latching onto Shadow Milk Cookie from behind. This caused him to fall, which finally gave Burning Spice Cookie the chance to strike.

Just as Burning Spice Cookie was about to deliver the finishing blow, Shadow Milk Cookie turned into a snake, slithering along Burning Spice Cookie’s arms until he grabbed the remote with his mouth. He leapt away from them, transforming back into himself midair. Before the other Beast Cookies could react, puppet strings spawned above them, causing them to dangle helplessly in the air. This left the Little Virtues to chase after him.

They continued their pursuit through the forest, until they came upon a deep chasm.

However, this was not a problem for Shadow Milk Cookie, who levitated above the chasm with all the grace of a fallen Virtue, and landed on the other side, cackling wickedly as he did.

The Little Virtues stood near the chasm’s edge, lost at what to do. That’s when the two other Beasts arrived, but they had no problem getting across the chasm either. Although Mystic Flour Cookie couldn’t fly like Shadow Milk Cookie, she could levitate for a brief period of time. Burning Spice Cookie could simply leap across the chasm with all his strength.

The two of them continued chasing after Shadow Milk Cookie, leaving the kids behind.

“Should we… go around?” asked Black Tart Cookie.

“No,” Buttermilk Cookie shook her head. “I have a much better idea.”

Next (not released yet)

[jevils-tale]

*LIGHTNERS ABOVE,, I FORGOT HOW MUCH STUFF YOU’VE ALL GIVEN ME OVER THE YEARS, YEARS

*I THOUGHT I LOST MOST OF THIS WHEN THE CARD KINGDOM COLLAPSED…

*jevil empties his hammerspace. The amount of things is frankly shocking. At least the food he’s received has actually all been eaten…*

*the items are as follows*

A music box

A lei of buttercups

A tea set

The seam repair kit, which is a picnic basket containing a sewing set, felt, faux fur, buttons, cotton balls and stuffing, pins and needles, an old black rose, a sweater, a pack of cards and a chess set

A silver fox plush with red button eyes

A second music box

A bag of infinite cookies

A PS4 with Assassins Creed Syndicate, Cuphead, Undertale and Crash Bandicoot

A box of arts and crafts materials

A pillow

The devilsmallet

The world revolver

A snow globe

A third, more intricate music box

Various puzzles

A catnip toy

A kazoo

An orange and purple Halloween outfit

The devilschucks, which come with an ornate case

A small purple cat plush

A green and red Christmas outfit

A blanket and thermos previous part of a care package

A mug, hand towel and another blanket

A sudoku book

A double sided axe, a set of brass knuckles and a lazer canon (yet to be absorbed)

A jester plush

Voodoo dolls of Rouxls and the Spades King

A tiny bunny plush

A black hole canon for a final chaos

A gun that changes form every time you look away

Colour pencils, paint, brushes and paper

An Everyman plush for Jevil, and a Jevil plush for Everyman

5 juggling balls

A seam plush

A Jevil themed Jack in the box

A mirror

A chewie stim toy

A circus tent mug

A huge beanbag

A phone and Bluetooth speaker

A plague doctor plush (harxtes variant)

A saxophone

A large cardboard box

An old TV, console, and Mario Party

3 more jugging balls

Another pillow and blanket

2 more blankets

A protective purple pentagram necklace

Harxtes’ sword cane

A colouring book

At least 10 more pillows (for a fort)

A white rabbit plush (Alice in wonderland)

Super comfy pyjamas

A Jevil themed furby

The entirety of homestuck in book form

A pocket watch

A dellina plush

Heelie wheelies

Christmas lights

Christmas star themed jingle bells

A flower crown

Another seam plush

4 spare outfits, a hoodie, some joggers and a pair of slippers

An aro/ace flag

A care package with soft toys, stim toys, fireworks, a buildable potato gun and 2 hats

Pyjamas with fluffy pants

A Rubix cube

A portable sink, bath, and hygiene products

A pickaxe

Yet another Seam plush

Disinfectant spray

A dresser for clothes

A mini fridge

Another Jevil themed Jack in the box

A bow tie

Toothbrush and toothpaste

Another pair of heelies

A glowing purple flower

A chewable necklace

A copy of Minecraft

An aro/ace cape

A graphic novel

An origami book

Coloured construction paper

A rat plushie

A tablet, phone, and laptop with infinite charge

A towel

A reloadable confetti cannon

Holographic green nail polish

A beanie baby snail for everyman

A three headed goat plush

More fireworks

A raggedy Andy doll

A cow print peepy

A stress ball

A Nintendo DS with Pokémon HeartGold

Another Rubix cube

@the-wish-giver ‘s joke book

Yet another blanket

An owl plushie

Another pillow

A mechanical pencil, coloured paper, parchment paper, laminated paper, cardboard, a stack of paper, and a pen

A lemon scented bouncy ball

A stool with a plush seat

Rainbow chalk

Chester Cheezington, a rat plush

A chimera plush, with a bunny head, bear body and cat tail

A worm on a string

A bucket and spade

Another kazoo

An “indestructible” chew toy

A punching bag

A platypus plush

A bunny squishmallow

A letter from Rachel

A little teddy with a bowtie

Another Rubix cube

Noise cancelling headphones

An axolotl plush

A letter from Rachel

Spray cheese for pranks

An explosive water balloon

A drawing from Rachel

A BB gun and ammo

Claw caps

A cartoon bomb

A frying pan and spices

Purple paint, a golden baseball bat, and an engineer plush

A fluffy blanket

A birthday drawing from Rachel

A bouquet of sunflowers and a letter from Rachel

knives, a bucket of water, a lemon, mint, and salt

A card and birthday drawing from Rachel

A hat and an everyman plush for Everyman

A duck plush

*it’s a wonder how much of this stuff actually survived*

[eskmin]

Drama and Delights: The Tale of Alejandro and Noah at Daycare

(i got this idea from @noahcue )

In the vibrant world of Daycare Delights, where the playroom was a kingdom ruled by toddlers, a new arrival had everyone talking. Alejandro, with his sparkling eyes and a grin that could disarm the sternest daycare provider, quickly earned the title of the "flatterer" of the daycare.

One sunny morning, Alejandro's attention fixated on a particular cynic in the room, a pint-sized skeptic named Noah. Noah was known for his razor-sharp wit and his knack for calling out nonsense.

With the confidence of a seasoned actor, Alejandro toddled over to Noah. "Ah, mi amigo, you have the most magnificent sippy cup in all of Daycare Delights. Its splendor rivals that of the grandest juice boxes in the land!"

Noah, perpetually unimpressed, arched an eyebrow. "Sippy cups are sippy cups, dude."

Undeterred, Alejandro continued, his flair for drama undiminished. "But señor Noah, your building blocks are the envy of all other blocks! Their structural integrity is unparalleled!"

Noah remained unfazed. "They're just blocks, man."

Alejandro's theatrical flattery didn't go unnoticed by the other toddlers. He used his charm to acquire the best toys and treats in the daycare, making him the envy of many.

One day, Alejandro hatched a plan. He approached Noah with a wrapped toy in hand. "Noah, mi amigo, I have a special gift for you. A token of my admiration." He presented the gift with a flourish.

Noah eyed the gift suspiciously but accepted it. Moments later, he handed it to Owen, a perpetually cheerful and slightly gullible toddler. Alejandro's dramatic flair transformed into a pout as he watched Owen happily play with the gift.

"Hey, dude, Owen really likes it," Noah remarked with a smirk.

Alejandro stomped his tiny foot, his inner diva emerging. "But I got that for you, Noah! It was meant to be yours!"

Noah, unfazed by the display, replied, "Well, you gave it to me, so I can do whatever I want with it, right?"

The daycare room erupted in giggles as Alejandro's dramatic antics continued..

As the sun began its descent, signaling nap time at Daycare Delights, Chef Hatchet, the daycare provider with a stern disposition, had a plan to pair up the toddlers for a cozy snooze in beanbags. He had the pairs all figured out, but Alejandro had other plans.

With wide, hopeful eyes, Alejandro tugged at Chef's apron, his voice filled with toddler-like enthusiasm. "Chef, Chef! Can I pretty please be paired with Noah? We make the best team, I promise!"

Chef Hatchet, used to Alejandro's dramatic antics, initially shook his head. "No way, Alejandro. You need to learn to get along with everyone."

But Alejandro wasn't about to give up. He went into full whining mode, complete with crocodile tears, and tugged even harder at Chef's apron. "But Chef, I need to be with Noah. It's destiny! The stars have aligned!"

Chef's patience wore thin, but he couldn't help but glance at Noah, who sat nearby with his trademark bored expression. Noah simply shrugged as if to say, "Whatever."

With a heavy sigh, Chef Hatchet relented. "Fine, Alejandro, you can pair up with Noah. But only this once, got it?"

Alejandro's face lit up like a neon sign. He excitedly held out his hand to Noah, who took it with an amused smirk. Alejandro jumped up and down, his tiny feet barely leaving the ground.

"Yay! It's a dream come true, Noah! We're nap buddies!" Alejandro exclaimed, his melodramatic flair making even a simple nap seem like an epic adventure.

Noah couldn't help but chuckle at Alejandro's enthusiasm. "Yeah, yeah, let's get this over with."

As they settled into the beanbag, Alejandro's energy seemed to infect Noah. They may have been an odd pair, but as the daycare room quieted down for nap time, even the cynical Noah couldn't deny that there was something uniquely charming about Alejandro's flair for drama.

As Alejandro held tightly to Noah, his grin of pure delight never wavered. He snuggled up close, finding comfort in the warmth of their friendship. Noah, on the other hand, couldn't help but notice the curious gazes of Owen and Gwen, who watched the unlikely pair with bafflement written all over their faces.

Noah, being Noah, raised an eyebrow with a sly smirk and pointed subtly at Alejandro, as if to say, "Look at me, I've got the cutest kid in the class in my arms."

Owen, always up for some fun, gave a thumbs-up with an excited grin, while Gwen, the resident skeptic, raised an eyebrow in amusement. The daycare room was filled with whispers and giggles as word spread about Noah and Alejandro's peculiar naptime duo.

Meanwhile, across the room, Courtney couldn't help but whine in jealousy, her eyes narrowing as she watched Noah and Alejandro. Duncan, ever the nonchalant observer, simply looked at Courtney with confusion and frustration.

Noah, reveling in the attention, put his hand behind his head, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips. He had won this round of daycare popularity, and he was going to enjoy every moment of it.

A week had passed since Alejandro and Noah became inseparable buddies at Daycare Delights. While Noah initially had reservations, he couldn't deny the charm of having the daycare's most popular toddler as his constant companion. Alejandro was undeniably adorable, but his occasional clinginess sometimes tested Noah's patience.

On a sunny afternoon, Noah and Owen were deep in conversation, discussing their favorite toys and the highly anticipated snack time. Gwen, always perceptive, couldn't help but notice something was amiss.

She leaned in toward Noah and asked in a hushed tone, her eyes filled with curiosity, "Hey, Noah, do you actually like having Alejandro around all the time?"

Noah sighed, casting a sideways glance at Alejandro, who was engrossed in play nearby. "Well," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, "it's just that Alejandro's like a little magician. He turns on the charm and makes everyone do what he wants. Dealing with him is like trying to catch a slippery fish covered in butter swimming in oil."

As Noah continued to share his thoughts on Alejandro's tactics, he remained blissfully unaware that their charming friend had silently approached. Alejandro stood just behind Noah, a bewildered expression on his face, and he'd overheard every word.

Gwen and Owen exchanged anxious glances, silently urging Noah to turn around. However, Noah, absorbed in venting his frustrations, remained oblivious and continued his tirade.

"It's like he's got everyone wrapped around his tiny finger, and they don't even notice!" Noah exclaimed, still unaware of the growing tension behind him.

Finally, as Noah finished his rant, he turned around and found Alejandro standing there, his eyes brimming with anger and hurt. Tears welled up in Alejandro's eyes, but he didn't utter a word. Instead, he simply turned and stomped away, clearly upset.

Weeks passed, and Noah's regret over his harsh words to Alejandro lingered. He was determined to mend their fractured friendship, no matter what it took. So, he decided to change his approach, shifting from video games to heartfelt gestures.

One day, Noah approached Alejandro with a bag filled with candies and toys, hoping to mend fences. However, Alejandro huffed and turned his head away, still nursing his wounded pride.

Frustrated and feeling defeated, Noah turned to Jude for advice. Jude, with his usual laid-back demeanor, had an unconventional idea that caught Noah off guard.

"Hey, Noah, you should totally plan a romantic date for Alejandro," Jude suggested, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Noah raised an eyebrow at the unexpected idea but decided to give it a try. After all, he was eager to make amends. He enlisted the help of his daycare pals – Owen, Gwen, Duncan, Leshawna, Harold, Izzy, Cody, and even a reluctant Courtney – to create a "pretend" romantic restaurant within the daycare.

Behind the cover of beanbags and pillows, they transformed a corner of the playroom into an elaborate scene with makeshift tables, candles, and soft toy music in the background. Noah, dressed in an oversized suit probably borrowed from Chef, held a bouquet of plush roses nervously.

With their masterpiece complete, Noah took a deep breath and approached Alejandro, gently taking his hand. Alejandro's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Noah dressed up and holding toy roses. Unexpectedly, he burst into laughter, loud and contagious.

Noah's smile faltered momentarily as he wasn't sure how to react, but Alejandro leaned in and planted a playful kiss on Noah's cheek, his laughter filling the room. He took Noah's hand and led him to the makeshift romantic table.

Noah, now flustered and baffled, couldn't help but smile. It might not have been the serious romantic date he had intended, but Alejandro's laughter had broken the tension between them. Perhaps their friendship was on the path to becoming even stronger than before, and they had learned that even in daycare, love and friendship could bloom in the most unexpected ways.

(plus in this story i made Alejandro more childish since i think he gets babied a lot by his mother. plus they're TODDLERS so don't be weird about it and as you can see im not good with titles..)

[criolla-star]

Overwhelmed(Vinny x Garmadon)Part 78

(I suggest you check out parts 1-77 if you haven’t already, also my ao3 and wattpad for the chapters more organised)

The day went by quickly, Deity and Vinny talking about random stuff while Vinny grew more comfortable sitting there. Eventually he was sitting on the beanbag upside down, Deity seemed happier that she got some stuff off her chest.

“Oh my” She spoke up, catching Vinnys’ attention, “It’s evening already” she chuckled out.

“Seriously?” The cameraman asked curiously, as he sat up and stared out the window, just as she said it was evening, and he honestly didn’t feel tired at all. “That went by quickly” he added.

“Sure did” Deity laughed out as she rolled up the scrolls, “I haven’t found answers to what I was looking for” she sighed out, as she rubbed her temples.

“I’m sure you’ll find it eventually” Vinny spoke to her comfortingly, “Maybe Rida’s just as confused and trying to find a substitute for it”

“Maybe…” she sighed, “I just feel like when I find out it’ll be too late…” she added quietly, as she stared out into the window down upon the kingdom.

“Hey…it’ll be fine..I promise…” The cameraman spoke, as he gave her a soft smile and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Thank you dear…” she sighed, “Do you wish to stay fro the night again?” She questioned.

“Nah…I’ll give you some alone time” Vinny replied.

“You really should eat dear” Deity spoke up, “At least one thing…an apple or something…”

“I…I know…” The cameraman whispered, “I will say something…I swear” he added, before getting up and stretching.

“Very well…I’ll see you tomorrow” She sighed as she nodded and followed Vinny to the door.

“Yea…keep my updated if you found what you were looking for” Vinny spoke, receiving a soft nod, “Bye” he added before leaving, waving at her softly, Deity waved back and watched him walk about, before retreating back into her room.

Vinny hummed to himself as he walked down the halls, he was in a better mood and hoped he wouldn’t jinx this and then the most horrifying thing happens, he laughed out loud at the thought, anxiously stroking a hand through his messy hair.

“Man I’ve lost it…” he spoke out loud to himself as he looked at the ground, with a slightly hysteric smile.

“Hey Vinny!” A familiar voice called out from behind Vinny, he instantly swung his head back and a smile appeared on his face, Lloyd.

“Hey” The cameraman waved as he stopped walking allowing Lloyd to catch up. “Something up?” He asked.

“Nope, just wanted to check on you, no one’s seen you all day, we asked Willow she said you were with Deity” Lloyd replied as he walked next to him.

“Yea I was…just talking to her asking questions and stuff…” Vinny spoke to him as they began walking.

“Where you off to now?” Lloyd asked.

“Maybe my room or gonna grab something to snack on” The cameraman replied, receiving a soft nod, “Hey…umm did Garmadon feel you-?” He cut himself off, wondering if Lloyd knew what he was talking about.

“Y-yea…he did…” Lloyd confessed, “Are you…doing alright with it?” He questioned worriedly.

“I’ve been better…but I’m faring better with it than yesterday” Vinny replied as his expression softened.

“Yesterday…was a rough day right…?” Lloyd asked, hesitance evident in his voice, Vinny let out a shaky sigh.

“Yea…a lot of things happened…” The cameraman confessed quietly as he looked at the ground.

“Well I personally think you’re dealing with everything amazingly” The green ninja spoke, attempting to comfort him.

“Sure thing kid” Vinny chuckled out, as he ruffled Lloyd’s hair. “What are you up to anyway?”

“Nothing much, just wandering…this palace is huge, every time I checked the whole place out there’s more” Lloyd answered.

“Yea…it is a big place, really nice too” The cameraman answered, receiving a nod from Lloyd, “I’ll see you later”

“Yep, see ya” Lloyd spoke, before going off to his own direction. Vinny let out a sigh, who knew social interaction was so tiring.

The cameraman walked down the halls and paused when he saw Shancai fixing his armour, while his spear was rested against the wall. “Where you off to?” Vinny questioned, as he turned his head to the side. The prince looked like he was about to leave and it was fairly late.

“Patrol” Shancai replied bluntly, as he picked up his spear.

“Isn’t it a little late?” The cameraman questioned.

“There’s night markets today…normally Willow would take care of patrolling the area, since she likes loud places, but she isn’t in the best mood so I’m taking care of it…” Shancai answered as he looked at Vinny, “Plus, I haven’t had much fights in a while, I’ll get weak if I don’t” he added.

“Can I come?” The cameraman blurted out without thinking, he did wanna go, he was bored and not really that tired.

“If you want to…however if you wish to stay on my speed I suggest you change into something more…athletic” Shancai spoke as he pointed to Vinnys’ clothing.

“I don’t think there’s anything else in the closets” The cameraman answered.

“Follow me” The prince spoke as he walked down the familiar hallways to his room before opening the door.

“Whatcha looking for?” Vinny questioned as he stared at Shancai, who was going through his closet for something.

“I have old clothes that would most likely fit you” The prince answered, before grabbing a pair of pants and a loose shirt. “Try them on in the bathroom” he added, as he pointed to the bathroom, receiving a nod from Vinny, who took the clothes and went in the bathroom.

The cameraman quickly changed into the clothes, they fit quite well, he also remembered to put the dagger in that pocket. “Fits well” he spoke, as he came back out of the bathroom.

“Good” The prince spoke, before leaving the room, followed by Vinny, “The markets are a busy place, you can get lost so stay close to me”

“Does anything dangerous normally happen?” The cameraman asked.

“Not necessarily, occasionally some burglary and drunken fights, but sometimes it’s more than a drunk fight and people are trying to kill each other” Shancai answered, as he continued to walk.

“Great” Vinny spoke sarcastically, as they walked. They walked in silence before he noticed someone from the corner of his eye. The cameraman turned his attention down that hall and let out a shaky sigh as he saw Garmadon.

The oni seemed curious as to where Vinny was going, and seemingly tried to signal him over, the cameraman reluctantly nodded, “Hey, Shancai…can you give me a minute? Gotta do something” Vinny asked, the prince looked at him curiously then realised Garmadon.

“I’ll wait outside” Shancai spoke as he walked out., Vinny nodded and went over to Garmadon.

“What’s up?” The cameraman asked as if nothing was wrong.

“Where are you going?” Garmadon asked, his voice was slightly worried.

“Just gonna go to the markets, I’ll be fine…” Vinny sighed out, as he bit his lip anxiously once his hand was held by Garmadon.

“Just…come back here and get some sleep” the oni spoke, as he rested on hand on Vinnys’ cheek, causing him to flush slightly.

“I…I will…” the cameraman answered quietly as he looked up at Garmadon. It all happened so quick…Garmadon just pressed his lips against Vinnys’…it’s been a while since this has happened…

The kiss wasn’t unwelcome though, Vinny welcomed it warmly as he kissed back, he missed this. As they parted from the kiss, the cameraman stared up at the oni, both their faces slightly flushed.

Before Vinny could say anything Garmadon walked off, leaving Vinny blushing like a high school girl, “What just happened?” He whispered to himself as he hid his face in his hands. He felt better.

Once he recovered from the shock he went out to Shancai and saw him standing there, staring out to the sky. “Everything alright?” The prince questioned, receiving a soft nod from Vinny.

“E-everything’s great…” The cameraman shakily sighed out, as he tried to hide his blush.

“Ohh, I see” Shancai spoke, noticing Vinnys’ blush, before they began walking down the stairs and down a path towards the markets.

(I was happy today)

[strawbubbysugar]

I swear I will make a better ref soon for the actual au I am too tired to do so now I'm sorry BUT

Consider

Little guy .

(I reused this ref PLEASE IGNORE ALL THE DOODLES AKDNJ)

—Simply a critter who often appears in the streets to read stories to the children of the kingdom , usually in the afternoon when parents are at the shops or something and kids find themselves wandering off . She keeps kids in one place with interesting tales so that they are safe and can be later found and brought home :3

—She has a hard time speaking outside of her stories , and usually silently rolls around in the background if she's not reading or helping kids

—Can you tell that she enjoys caring for children yet

—I imagine she's been doing the stories since she was little and grew up on her own , only really interacting with others through these fun stories , so she just . Doesn't talk much now . And she will read stories to literally anyone she does not care . They're never the same , and she thinks everyone deserves something new and exciting in life .. though she gets shy when adults want to listen in .

—lowkey she wishes she was human sometimes ... she doesn't have legs and she wants them . It is so frustrating when people sit on her beanbag sections thinking she's a bench . She cannot move !!!

—Her name is Pea :3

HI PEA I LOVE YOU!!! I LOVE YOU BBGIRL!!

[sharpvoid]

Hey its void!

She/her, bisexual

I jump around fandoms a good bit, but I normally fall back into the Hermitcraft fandom. I am normally a lurker, so idk how to tag stuff.

My interests!!

Hermitcraft! <3

RED VS BLUE <3333

Halo :]

Cookie run (kingdom)

Minecraft story mode

Collinlock16 arg (minecraft arg but the protag is tired)

The Life Series

Ultrakill

The disastrous life of Saiki k

Who I'm watching [HC s10]

Joel

Grian

Scar

Eefo

Mumbo

Tango

Little bit of doc

Original characters!

Beanbag [ oldest one ]

Zeta [the Bright one]

Chess [odst rookie]

Extras!

I have a flight rising account! [Sandal2]

I have started working on pixel art!

I have no online friends that I know that well

My ao3 account is AspenSleep :]

[drbarrydingle]

TRAILER PARK CATS.

In a dusty corner of nowhere, where the trailers hum and the wind smells faintly of barbecue sauce and motor oil, lies a legendary feline settlement known as Whisker Ridge Trailer Park—home to over 150 cats, each one weirder than the last. But at the heart of this chaotic kitty kingdom sits SPC. 40, the most feared, admired, and downright unpredictable crew in the park.

The group is led by Parker, a slab of pure muscle with a light grey coat and eyes that see straight through your soul. He doesn't talk much. He doesn't have to. One glare, and even the raccoons know to clear the road.

Right behind him, trying to fill boots far too big, is his brother Poppas—a black-and-white cat built like a beanbag chair in a baby tank top. He struts. He postures. He flexes… and everyone laughs. But loveable? Oh, he’s got that in spades.

Then there's Alvira, the tuxedo showstopper who sashays through the park like she’s got theme music. Every cat’s heart skips a beat when she walks by—except her twin brother Maxwell, who’s too busy chewing on extension cords and trying to flex for butterflies. He’s huge, he’s sweet, and he’s got the brainpower of a soggy crouton.

Meow Meow, the smallest, is a stray who snuck in under the radar. Jet black with bursts of brown and white, she’s part kitten, part ninja, and all attitude. She doesn’t take orders. She gives them—with throwing stars made from bottle caps.

Ice Cream, the lone sentinel, perches on a high cat tree outside the SPC. 40 trailer. Mostly white with cold patches of brown and black, she’s got the eyes of a retired assassin and the patience of someone just waiting for a reason.

And then there’s Yeti—a fluff-drenched Himalayan-Siamese mix who never moves far from her circle of food bowls. Long tail. Blue eyes. Infinite chill. She is gravity, and the rest of the park orbits her.

Together, they rule SPC. 40. But they have one rule: No orange cats allowed. Why? Maybe an orange cat stole Parker’s sardine stash years ago. Maybe it’s just superstition. Maybe they just don’t like the way they blink.

Every day in Whisker Ridge brings drama—trailer break-ins (usually by squirrels), turf wars settled by dance battles, mysterious hairball messages, and tales told around the glowing bug zapper. But one thing’s always certain: if you mess with SPC. 40, you're asking for clawmarks in places you didn’t know you had.

[vkncgzxf]

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🌟 Bonus Episode 1, Season 1: “The Kids Take Over!”

-> Alternative titel: Special Episode 1: The Real Maknaes

Season Special | Runtime: 55 mins

Tagline: “No adults, no rules. Just cookies, chaos, and cuteness.”

Location: HYBE Dance Practice Room

Vibe: Think Baby Daycare meets We Got Married: Apocalypse Edition

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🧃 Opening Scene:

A sunny morning. One by one, BTS and their wives drop off their kids at HYBE HQ, smiling as they wave goodbye.

—

Jin (to Seojin & Yuna):

“No glitter in your hair this time, right?”

Yuna:

“No promises, Daddy.”

—

Namjoon:

“Please don’t break anything.”

Rian (already carrying a rock):

“What if it breaks me first?”

—

Staff Voiceover (tired already):

“We’re… supervising. Technically.”

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🎥 Structure:

The episode is styled like a mockumentary, complete with “confessionals” from kids, GoPro cams strapped to tiny chests, shaky camera footage, and deadpan reactions from the exhausted staff.

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🧸 Chaos Unleashed:

1. Dance Practice Room = Their Kingdom

• Nari (Jungkook’s daughter) declares herself Queen of Glitterland.

• Taekyung (Taehyung’s son) builds a “dragon den” out of mats and studio lights.

• Sarang (Jimin’s daughter) hosts a “princess fashion show,” handing out tiaras made of aluminum foil.

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2. JJ & Ha-eun (Hobi’s twins) start a mini talent show, forcing staff to watch 14 rounds of interpretive dancing to BTS songs.

JJ: “This one’s called ‘Hobi 2.0’”

—

3. Hyunwoo (Jungkook’s son) quietly eats 17 packs of animal cookies behind the speaker system while Areum (Yoongi’s daughter) tries to stage-manage the entire day like a tiny producer.

Areum: “Mic check! Everyone hush! The unicorn ball is starting in 5… 4…”

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🐍 Special Highlights:

• A glitter war breaks out. The walls, mirrors, and one poor intern are completely covered.

• Rian (Namjoon’s son) brings a fake rubber snake, terrifying a staff member into dropping an entire tray of juice boxes.

• Taeyang (Yoongi’s son) sings a “scary monster lullaby” over the speakers. It loops. For 43 minutes.

• A full-blown “cookie kingdom” is constructed in the corner. Yuna (Jin’s daughter) is crowned “Cookie Queen.”

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🎬 Confessionals (Interview Cut-Ins):

🎤 Taekyung: “Uncle staff said we could play with anything. So I did. Even the copy machine.”

🎤 Nari: “The camera man said ‘Don’t run!’ So I ran faster. That’s how you win.”

🎤 Sarang: “I wore three princess dresses. One for the crown. One for the sparkle. One for protection.”

🎤 Hyunwoo: [just blinks, covered in crumbs] “I have no regrets.”

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💤 Ending Scene: Aftermath

The sun is setting.

Staff members are slumped in chairs, twitching. One is rocking back and forth. Confetti is inexplicably falling from the ceiling.

Cut to:

The BTS members and wives walk in.

They freeze.

Namjoon (deadpan):

“…Did we walk into Coachella or a war zone?”

Jungkook:

“Where’s my daughter?”

Staff:

“We lost her after the glitter explosion.”

(Nari is found inside a rolling duffle bag. She’s asleep. Wearing sunglasses.)

Jin:

“Are those my backup costumes from 2016?”

Yuna (asleep on a dance mat):

“I’m famous now…”

Yoongi:

[Picks up Taeyang who is stuck in a yoga ball net] “At least no one lit anything on fire.”

Staff:

“About that…”

Final Wide Shot:

Kids passed out everywhere — in corners, under beanbags, inside laundry hampers.

Parents carry them out one by one, laughing. Glitter trails behind like fairy dust.

One staff member holds up a sign:

“Never again.”

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🎵 Closing Scene:

Credits roll over a soft remix of “Dope” done on toy piano + ukulele, intercut with:

• Staff sweeping up confetti

• BTS dads carrying their kids piggyback

• A lone animal cookie floating in a juice cup

• Nari sleep-talking: “Queen… of sparkle…”

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💫 Title Card:

“BTS: HOME – Special Episode: The Real Maknaes”

Tagline: “Glitter is forever.”