#6-PIECE CRAYON SET

[jojaxcola]

Sam has really grown up since I left. He's a man now. I wish I could've been there for him.

[ginnsbaker]

All Of Your Pieces (2 - Liar! Liar!)

Chapter Summary: You wake up one morning compelled to say the truth and nothing but the truth. Wanda seizes this opportunity to ensure everything remains under her control. Meanwhile, Jimmy and Darcy finally discover what happened to Agent Monica Rambeau. Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader Chapter word count: 3k+ | Chapter Tags: Manipulation

A/N: Billy is my favorite twin, if that isn't obvious already :P // More author's notes here.

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It doesn’t require a calendar to track the days here in Westview.

It's the kind of repetition that settles over suburban life, where dates fade into insignificance and days blur into a seamless loop, distinguishable only by the changing seasons. But even the current season—fall—is as predictable in its passage as ever, like storybook weather in its perfection. The birds are always chirping, the sun rises promptly at 6:40 every morning—never a minute early or a second late—and it never rains. Just endless clear skies, day after day, until the sun sets at five.

You've been chewing on this odd feeling ever since you and Wanda arrived in this part of New Jersey, but today, there's something extra. You can't pin it down, just that it's…there. Today feels different—more than usual—and you didn’t really get it until breakfast, when your mouth slipped past your usual tact with the kids.

“Mommy, do you like it?” Tommy asks, his eyes big and hopeful as he holds up a crayon drawing of what looks like the family standing outside a perfect little house. 

Perfect. Honestly, you’re getting pretty tired of everything being so perfect around here.

“It's...very colorful,” you start, the usual praise ready on your tongue, but what comes out instead is, “Though it's kind of all over the place, isn’t it? Maybe you could try to stay inside the lines a bit more.”

Speaking aloud is like sending an email: once it's out there, it's out there for good. Even so, an email would have been the better option. At least then, you could just hack into Tommy’s account—if he ever figures out how to set one up—and erase your blunder for good.

Could having a magical wife somehow save you from this mess?

It’s too late though. Tommy's face crumples, and Wanda doesn't seem keen on throwing you a lifeline, just a dirty look from across the table as you sip your morning coffee.

“But if you’re going for an abstract—” you start, but your son is already sulking off to his room. 

Billy digs into his cereal, blissfully unaware. Wanda, on the other hand, looks as if she's ready to rip open a portal to another realm and hurl you out of this one.

That can’t be good.

“You really upset him,” she says, arms crossing over her chest. “He was so proud of that drawing.”

“I know, I feel awful about it,” you groan, burying your face in your hands.  Seeing your genuine remorse, Wanda eases up, giving you a moment to stew in your guilt before she comes back to the table with a stack of pancakes.

“Here, eat up,” she says, setting them down in front of you.

You pick up your fork, cutting into the stack. They look perfect—golden brown, with the butter melting just right. You take a bite, and before you can stop yourself, the words are out.

“They're a bit dry,” you blurt out, instantly regretting your words. But once you start, you can't seem to stop. “And this maple syrup... it tastes kind of artificial.” 

Wanda gasps. “Excuse me?”

“Shit—”

“Language, Y/N!” she snaps, but it's too late, the curse is already out there, floating in the air like a bad smell. 

In the next moment, something strange happens—your lips tingle, and suddenly you can't feel your mouth. Alarmed, you touch your face, finding smooth skin where your lips should be. You try to protest, but only muffled noises emerge. Fear surges as you point frantically at your face. You attempt to scream, but no sound comes out.

Seeing your flustered pantomime, Wanda’s face goes from angry to horrified. With a wave of her hand, your mouth is back in its place, and you’re gasping, both of you staring at each other, not believing what just happened. Meanwhile, Billy is giggling, clapping his tiny hands together, and gleefully repeating the S-word you accidentally let slip earlier. 

You and Wanda just continue to stare at each other in shock, but then you glance at Billy, his innocent delight completely oblivious to the fact he’s saying something he shouldn’t, and you see the corners of Wanda’s mouth start to twitch. A moment later, she’s laughing unabashedly, and before you know it, you’re doing the same. 

Despite the peculiarities of your life here in Westview, you don't think you've ever been this content. Before Wanda, the idea of having your own family—your own kids, two no less—seemed unthinkable. You never imagined you'd have a wife, a house in a quiet suburb, or hear one of your sons swear for the first time. Westview is far from normal, but then again, so is your family. As you watch Wanda's laughter taper into soft giggles, you think it's impossible to love her any more than you already do.

Wanda made this all conceivable for you.

“Sorry, honey,” you say, though still a bit shaken by the ordeal. “I didn't mean to be so rude.”

Wanda looks even more remorseful than you feel—which makes sense, considering she did erase your mouth, however briefly.

“And I probably shouldn't have... you know, removed your mouth,” she murmurs, guiltily picking at her cuticles.

Admittedly, it was terrifying—one of the scariest experiences you've ever had. You certainly don't want a repeat. It makes you slightly wary of your wife, but your love for Wanda outweighs your fear. Standing beside one of the most powerful beings in the universe takes courage, and you've built up plenty over the years together. You're made for this—for her, for this kind of love.

“Apology accepted,” you say, mustering a weak smile.

Wanda's face floods with relief, then quickly contorts into worry. “What’s with you today?”

“I can't seem to lie,” you confess, realizing there's no easy way to skirt the truth. “I don't know what's happening, but I just can't stop saying exactly what's on my mind.”

She stares at you, confused and a little hurt. “What do you mean you can’t lie today? So, you’re usually lying?”

Before you can smooth that over, Billy looks up from his cereal, fixing you with that stern look that’s pure Wanda. “Mommy, lying is bad.”

Wanda’s gaze softens as she looks at Billy, then back at you, the seriousness returning. “Billy, why don’t you go brush your teeth and check on your brother? Your mommy and I need to talk for a little bit.”

“Okay, mama.”

Billy scampers off, and you feel your stature shrink under your wife's gaze, suddenly feeling every bit the child.

“What’s this about not being able to lie?” Wanda asks once it’s just the two of you.

You shake your head. “Look, it’s not that I usually lie, but today, I can’t even if I wanted to. It’s like a—a truth filter permanently switched off.”

Wanda takes a few moments to mull over your words. “Oh…” she starts, sounding half-convinced. “Maybe it’s stress,” she throws out after a beat. “You’ve been working really hard lately, haven’t you? Perhaps your mind is just overwhelmed and you need a mental day off.”

You had thought of that, but the whole situation seemed too weird for such a simple explanation. Then again, maybe seeing shadows where there aren't any is just another stress symptom. So you let it slide.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. I’ll see if I can call in sick next week,” you mumble, trying to sound cheerful about the prospect of a break.

Wanda comes around the table and cups your face in her hands. You let her pinch your cheeks together, feeling both stubborn and a bit sorry for yourself. It's silly, but all you want is for Wanda to coddle you and make you feel better, not to dish out logical reasons for why you’re not yourself today. 

“Well, if you're stuck with the truth, let's have some fun with it,” Wanda says.

You swallow hard, aware that any question she might ask now would either please or upset her—and there seems to be no middle ground.

“Uhm, honey, I don’t think—”

“Do you love me?”

You smirk at her; that’s an easy one. “More than anything else.”

“Only me?”

You laugh at her silly follow-up. This reminds you of the early days of your courtship when Wanda was a bottomless well of need. You didn't mind at all, knowing she needed to hear it as often as you made her feel it. Initially, you were a bit bothered, wondering if your actions weren't speaking loudly enough for her to trust you. Eventually, it became less frequent, until the question turned into a statement—You love me—to which you responded with your own: You love me too. Since then, it quickly became how you say ‘I love you’ to each other.

“Only you. I'd sooner die than love someone else,” you confidently tell her.

Her smile in return is a beautiful riddle—a riddle you can’t figure out. 

“Wanda, I—”

“Do you like living here?”

“Sometimes.” The words slip out before you can think, and you're relieved to realize that your feelings about Westview are honestly not all negative. “It’s a nice town. Quiet and cheap.”

Wanda's face does something subtle. You can't quite read her reaction, but it's clear she has more questions when she doesn't park on your answer, instead moving on to something else. 

“Do you... do you remember how we got here?"

You blink at her. Initially, the question seems a bit absurd. But as you try to formulate a response, “Of course. We got married at…” you stall, your brain blanking on the when and where of your own wedding. “...then we moved into this house last…”

You try to pin down the date, but it slips through your mind like sand.

“Wanda?” A laugh escapes you, but there's a nervous edge to it. “Why can’t I remember any of the details?”

The last thing she says before flicking her wrist is, “Because you’re not supposed to.” But even that slips away, scrubbed clean from your memory by Wanda’s sweeping hand.

–

“Jimmy?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I found her.”

Jimmy hurried over to the tight corner of their camp where Darcy had practically set up shop for the past few days. Since the signals were first picked up, she's taken charge of monitoring the transmissions, her main focus being to locate Agent Monica Rambeau. They've already confirmed that many of Wanda's bizarre, sitcom-style characters are, in fact, real residents of Westview, somehow trapped inside whatever anomaly Wanda seems to be in the center of.

“That’s Monica, right?” Darcy points at the grainy image on the retro television set they've been using to watch the town's activities. The broadcasts come through at odd hours, which makes every second of surveillance crucial. 

Jimmy leans in closer, squinting at the screen where a woman bearing a striking resemblance to Monica appears. “It sure looks like her,” he confirms.

The woman onscreen is dressed in distinctly 70s fashion—a bold, patterned blouse with wide lapels tucked into high-waisted bell-bottoms. Her hair is styled in voluminous, bouncy curls that softly frame her face, completing the look that is so far removed from the S.W.O.R.D. uniform Jimmy last saw her in.

“I wonder what character she’s playing in the show…” Darcy muses.

A handful of nearby crew quietly look on as Monica steps out of a Hornet, a stack of papers clutched in her hand, and strides confidently toward one of those cookie-cutter houses lining the street—yours and Wanda's.

“Stay frosty, Monica,” Darcy mutters under her breath, staring unblinkingly at the screen as they watch her knock gently on the door.

It’s Wanda who greets her with a guarded smile. “Hello, can I help you?” she asks, sizing up the stranger on her doorstep.

“Hi, there. I’m Geraldine. You must be Wanda,” Monica says. Jimmy and Darcy exchange a look, both arriving at the same conclusion: whatever spell has ensnared the other residents, Monica appears to be under it too.

“Do I know you?” Wanda asks, her teeth gritted in what she hopes passes for a smile. But Wanda, she’s got a tell. It’s never hard to see when she’s faking it. The sitcom laugh track of this Westview tries to spin it as humor, but it’s clear to anyone—she’s not thrilled about Geraldine’s arrival at all.

“Oh, I’m sorry, has Y/N not mentioned who I am?” Geraldine asks mildly,  like she’s bringing up some small, casual detail—which, for Wanda, it isn’t.

“Honey, who's at the door?” Your voice drifts from the living room just before you step into view, crunching on an apple. When you spot the visitor, your face lights up with recognition, puzzling Wanda even more.

“Evening, ma'am,” Geraldine nods at you with a polite smile.

Wanda keeps darting glances between you and Geraldine, trying to piece together what's going on. And what’s frustrating her is you don’t seem privy at all to her disconcertment.

“I told you to just call me Y/N,” you admonish with a light grin. “What brings you here?”

“W-Who is she?” Wanda jumps in, keeping up her charade of a pleasant surprise.

“It’s Geraldine,” you tell Wanda, expecting her to recognize the name. Her blank, slightly annoyed expression forces you to jog your memory and that’s when it hits you that your wife has no idea what you’re talking about. “She’s my new assistant. Didn’t I tell you?” you say sheepishly.

“No, honey, you certainly did not,” Wanda replies, her smile stretched a bit too tight. She turns to Geraldine. “Aren’t offices usually closed by five?”

“They sure are, Wanda,” Geraldine replies cheerfully. It bothers Wanda how Geraldine uses ‘ma’am’ for you but casually drops her first name like they're old friends.

“So, why are you here?” Wanda asks, no longer bothering to hide her irritation.

“Oh, just dropping off some reports that Y/N needed to review tonight. Urgent stuff, you know?” Geraldine holds up the stack of papers in her hand as proof.

“Yikes,” Darcy winces at the tension practically leaking through the screen, feeling that deep cringe of secondhand embarrassment for Monica's obliviousness to Wanda's ire.

Fortunately for your assistant, you position yourself between her and Wanda, intercepting just as your wife’s temper begins to flare. You remember Wanda’s warm, almost syrupy kindness with Agnes when she first appeared, which only makes her sudden cold front toward Geraldine unreasonable.

“I completely forgot about those reports. Thanks for bringing them over, Geraldine,” you say, nudging her toward the exit. “See you Monday!”

Then, you close the door before she can add anything else, sparing both women from each other.

“So, why haven't you mentioned Geraldine before?” Wanda asks, not sparing another second to grill you about your new assistant.

You frown, thinking back. “I thought I did.”

Wanda looks at you for a long moment, her expression inscrutable. “Are you sure there’s nothing else you’re not telling me?” she demands, her eyes searching yours.

“Uh-oh, trouble in paradise,” Darcy sing-songs, stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth. Jimmy reaches over, trying to sneak a handful, but she swats him away.

You give her a lopsided smile, doing your best to charm your way out of the situation. The compulsive honesty from earlier isn't nagging at you anymore, but really, there's no need to sugarcoat anything in this case.

“Sounds like someone's a little jealous,” you tease lightly. And there it is again—that distant chorus of an audience, laughing on cue. You really need to talk to Wanda about this; it could be linked to all the experiments she's been doing with her powers.

Wanda barks out a forced laugh right into your smirking face. “Jealous? Me? There's no way I'm jealous of anyone, especially not Geraldine.”

“Then why did you look like you wanted to throw her out yourself when she showed up?”

Wanda's smile fades a tad, then she just shrugs. “Because she was interrupting our family dinner time. That's all.”

Normally, you'd draw this out until she admits she's jealous, but that could take all night. Right now, all you want is to kiss your beautiful wife, the only one you see. It's getting late, and not being able to touch her all day is driving you a little mad with want.

“Fine, you're not jealous,” you whisper, moving in, wrapping your arms around her waist. “Why would you be? You’re the prettiest, smartest, most amazing woman anyone could ask for.”

Wanda melts into you almost instantly. “You love me.”

“You love me too,” you say before leaning in to peck her lips. She hums happily against your lips, but just then, you hear the boys complaining about being hungry. Sharing a smile, you both head back to sort out dinner.

The episode ends, credits roll, and Darcy groans, tossing her head back. “No way. I need more of this,” she huffs, stabbing her finger at the screen. “They're perfect together. Shame Y/N’s supposedly dead. I hate spoilers.”

“She doesn’t look dead to me from here,” Jimmy says.

“My theory? That’s not actually her. I bet Wanda or someone did something to make a rando look like Y/N.”

“You think?”

Darcy nods. “With all the surreal stuff happening here? Yeah, I'd put money on it, dude.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Jimmy concedes. “Anyway, it’s a relief to see Agent Rambeau’s alive and kicking.”

“As Geraldine,” Darcy reminds him. “I wonder who chooses their names for them. Back to Y/N, what did that Howard guy have to say about Y/N being dead but so alive in Westview?”

“It’s Hayward,” Jimmy corrects her with a sigh. “He doesn’t seem interested in her or anyone else trapped inside. He’s more interested in the energy field surrounding the town.”

“And their boys?” Darcy adds, not listening to Jimmy’s rant. “We don’t have any public record of their true identities in Westview, right?”

Jimmy gives her a sidelong glance. “No records, no data. As far as Westview’s concerned, they just… appeared.”

“Typical,” she mutters, jotting down notes without looking away from the TV's static, hoping there’s a bonus episode or something.

But the screen stays blank, nothing but static for hours on end.

–

After hours of making love, Wanda lies next to you, watching you sleep. She’s used her powers on you before, but never here, never without your consent since you became a couple. Casting the hex was the easy part, the lying to you—not so much. Acting like she didn't know what was troubling you had hurt her more than she let on. 

She wanted to check if you were still happy here, still content, or if doubts were starting to creep in. And knowing you—the real you—you'd probably lie to Wanda just to keep her happy, just to ensure she has everything she wants. You've always prioritized her needs over your own, always stepping aside to let her shine. She wants the same for you, but you always manage to outdo her in every act of self-sacrifice.

When you started asking her about the exact dates of the wedding you thought you two actually had, it confirmed you still had no idea why you’re here, or what she’s done. She was relieved, honestly, because it meant she could stop forcing you to tell the truth, a spell she’d put on you out of desperation more than distrust.

She isn't sure how long this will last, just that it might be the most happiness she'll ever know, even if it's a delicate, fleeting kind. How did she even do this? Wanda doesn’t even know. It just happened—like a rose that has sprouted off a barren land. And now, despite having everything she's ever wanted, there’s always this nagging fear that it could all fall apart.

Quietly, she makes a promise to herself to fix things. She promises to you and her boys, she’ll find a way to make this life real, something that won’t just vanish like everything else she’s ever loved.

[daylighted]

ㅤㅤ ㅤa birthday like this ─ dean winchester.

baby sister!winchester oc & dean winchester, called bug. or, the only one to remember her big brother's birthday.

not a series! exists purely for writing ideas i get that cannot fit an x reader plotline. dean is 22, bug is 6. bug will gradually age in each possible coming part.

warnings. pure fluff! dean's birthday has the baby fever so high. there's, like, background angst, but it's nothing too bad<3

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dean winchester decided that morning that he was not celebrating his birthday today. it'd been an idea long in the inner workings of his brain, mostly because there was no reason to celebrate it, on his end.

sam was away on a high school trip. john wouldn't be home for weeks, dean figured, so he signed the return slip in his place to at least grant his little brother that simple sense of normalcy. and bug was only starting to figure out that she was a person, let alone know what days were important compared to other days.

john was notorious for forgetting birthdays. he'd had a little girl when dean was sixteen and brought her home and seemed to forget that she even existed, most of the time.

the idea was cemented the morning of january 24th, when he woke up to his cellphone ringing on the bedside table next to him. for a moment, he really thought that his dad was calling to tell him happy birthday. for a moment, he was almost struck speechless.

but all john said on the other side of the line was a location, and a general debriefing of a case, before not-so-politely telling him to get on it.

dean was not disappointed, because he hadn't been expecting anything. but he was irritated. it was a prime example of the fact that he was only at home right now because someone needed to watch over bug, and it certainly wasn't going to be her father, who slipped away at the first chance he got. conveniently, dean was not told what to do with bug, so long as he took his father's orders and got shit done.

he slipped out of bed, a hand ruffling through his sleep mussed mop. through his gapped door, he could already hear bug singing to herself, and the sound of something getting scribbled on. of course he was set to have to clean crayon off of the walls on his birthday.

he changes out of his pajamas quickly and into a variation of his everyday wardrobe, and sighs heavily as he pushes open his bedroom door, bracing himself for the worst.

to dean's surprise, there was no mess. just a little girl sitting at the small kitchen table, hair more mussed than his was, still wearing the cowboy hat pajamas she loved so dearly. a piece of paper was in front of her, one that was being utterly decimated by the scribbles of a red crayon.

"hey, baby bug," dean sighs, his lips pulling into a tight smile, "hate to interrupt your riveting morning, but dad's got us goin' on the road tonight."

"on the road?" she asks, her head tilting to the side. still, her eyes don't leave the paper, her eyebrows furrowed as she focuses so heavily on the scribblings.

dean huffs out a laugh. "tell me about it."

bug is quiet for a second, the only sound in the room being the rough etches of her crayon against the paper. he realizes very quickly that if he wants to be in the car and to georgia before sundown, he's going to have to take matters into his own hands and get his baby sister moving.

his footsteps echo on the hardwood of the apartment's floor as he approaches, clapping his hands together a couple of times to gather bug's attention. his arms slip under hers as he yanks her out of the dinning chair. bug's fist crumples her paper to grab it as she's yanked, already stringing out unintelligible noises that he assumes are little kid curses.

"i know, i know," he says, tucking her to his chest with one arm as he carries her into what was once her and sam's shared room, but has now become hers alone. "but i wanna beat the sunset, and we can't do that if we're coloring all day."

bug's head tilts again. she looks so much like dean, sometimes. she's only his sister half-biologically, but there's so much of him and sam in her that he forgets it often. sam's little smile when she's amused, dean's nose scrunch when she's pissy. her nose is extremely scrunched up right now.

"can i bring my picture?" she asks as he rifles through the mess that was her room. at one point, a low point, he got tired of being her primary caregiver and let it get to this point. toys everywhere, sam's clothes littering the floor, her clothes in his dressers, her favorite dresses in her toy box...

he'd clean it up eventually, he promises himself every day. but rarely did he get time for himself or time at all to try, and most nights anyways, he had bug in his bed, an arm secured around her. there was no way he was going to run the risk of nearly losing her like he had with sam so long ago, when she was too little to know that possibility even existed.

dean helps her get properly dressed, running a brush through the tangly knots of her hair, before he answers. "promise not to color all over baby?"

the smile in the mirror's reflection was often the one thing that kept him from losing his mind. no, bug was not something he asked for, especially not to play father over her, but he could never be mad at her for that. "i promise."

"then sure," he says with a little shrug, grabbing a little sparkly ponytail from the top of the dresser and looping it through her hair, "only bring like, six colors, though. so we know if you lost 'em."

"my favorite ones?"

dean shrugs again, giving her ponytail a little tug before leaning down to scoop her up again. "you bring your favorite ones, i'll make sure we don't leave 'em anywhere, yeah? extra special crayon patrol duty."

packing for these on-the-spot trips had become routine at this point. bug had gotten used to it, too, by now, even unceremoniously declaring herself on snack duty, which meant dean was eating strawberry banana puffs and sipping apple juice for the duration of the drive. he handled the scarier stuff; the weapons, the toiletries, and diapers, before she'd grown up and no longer needed them.

it gives him pause for a second, when he's loading her into her carseat in the back, at how big she's gotten. does their dad even know that bug is nearly at his waist now? that she can argue dean in circles?

he doubts it. their dad didn't even remember his oldest's birthday, after all.

dean studies the map and the route while bug scribbles more in the background, still humming to herself. he's certain it's a baby medley of metallica songs, as certain as he is that this trip is going to take past sunset, regardless.

he scrubs a hand over his face and tries, really tries, to keep the irritation at a minimum. it was never bug's fault, but he wished sometimes that he didn't have to drag her into all of this, and so young, too.

the drive is strenuous; back roads melting into back roads, driving through small towns of people who also don't know it's his birthday. at least they have an excuse.

"dean!" bug screeches over the rock music, and when he glances in the rearview mirror, he meets her bright-eyed expression. "blue or purple?"

dean's mouth scrunches up as he thinks, an expression that bug mimics in the reflection back at him. his heart warms. "both."

"i can't do that!"

dean scoffs. "baby bug, you can do anything. you could make the freakin' sky green, if y'wanted."

he's guessing at this point, unsure of what she was even coloring back there. he hadn't gotten a glance at it back in the apartment, and definitely couldn't see anything but a mass of blurry colors from the rearview mirror.

"there is no sky." said as if dean was supposed to know the inner workings of his baby sister's brain. "it is a flower."

"blue petals, purple petals. easy."

one more glance in the mirror, and he watches as bug's expression shifts in realization. catches the start of an approving nod. of course he knew what he was talking about; who did anyone think taught her how to color within the lines?

it's always peaceful, somehow, on these long drives. bug keeps him company, which he actually appreciates. the silence might have ruined him if he kept subjecting himself to it. he remembers a time when she used to wake up from every car nap wailing, and he'd have to pull over and soothe her to sleep or handfeed her strawberry banana puffs. now, she was pretty much a little human, and he still couldn't believe it.

not his daughter, but he loved her like one, he thought. dean only wished that their father did, too.

the diner he pulls into is a little rundown, but he knows from experience that these are the best ones. hole in the walls of small towns that don't get the luxury of keeping them secret. he finds them all.

it's not even ten seconds after they're seated that bug cuts in, interrupting the waitress's rehearsed lines. "it's his birthday."

dean actually falters, stuttering over the stern words about politeness and whatever else you're supposed to teach to kids to not let them turn into his father.

the waitress's eyebrows raise, a little smile curling on her mouth. "that so?" she taps her pen on the pad of paper in her fingers before she looks over at dean. he doesn't like this. there was some sort of communication in that look on her face and on bug's that he was not getting. "want a milkshake?"

"no," dean starts, his lips pulled tight, his throat tight, everything a bit more intense now, for some reason, couldn't understand why.

at the same time, bug says, "yes."

the waitress winks and stalks off before he can do a thing about it. "baby bug." his voice is stern, but not as stern as he wants it to be.

bug sits up straighter in her seat, tilting her chin up in a way that indicated he was about to have his ass handed to him. "why don't you want a milkshake?"

the truth was that he didn't want a birthday, but he couldn't explain his pessimism to a toddler, so he says, "because big kids want something stronger than milkshakes."

"two milkshakes?"

his eyes close for a second. alcohol is probably not a good thing to teach toddlers about, either. "i didn't even think you knew today was my birthday," he says instead, nudging her little hand over the tabletop.

a look of pure befuddlement crosses over bug's expression. "i know birthdays."

the picture that she'd been working on all day makes an appearance on the table. he knew she'd been clutching something in her hand when he carried her into the diner, but hadn't been very focused on what she was doing. it'd been a long day, long drive. it was probably a crayon she'd lose and they'd have to come back in for before they continued driving. extra special crayon patrol duty and all.

it's edges are crumpled from her little fist gripping it so tightly, and the fold of it is jagged, but there in front of him is a card. the front of it is entirely made up of red hearts, only little bits of white paper peeking between them.

dean's eyes flick between her and the card a couple of times, his jaw loosing and closing and opening again. "you've been making this for me? all day?"

"it is very special." bug adjusts on her side of the booth, balanced on her knees as she leans across to the center of the table to open it. "look."

on one side is a giant purple and blue flower. purple petals scattered between blue petals, and a clear mix of blue and purple for the stem, layered atop each other. on the other side, in big letters, some backwards, some uppercase and some lowercase, is happy birthday dean!!!!!

dean feels a little like a baby himself, with the way his breath hitches. he can't cry over a birthday card. how pathetic would that make him?

"the back is not done." she slides the card closer to dean, urging him to take it, nose scrunching up in that familiar contempt. "you said we have to come n' eat."

dean takes it from her, flipping it over to see what had her so twisted up. his eyes actually do well up, then, at the sight of a big stick figure drawn in blue and purple, and a littler one next to it, holding its hand, in blue, purple, and pink. the dress on the littler one, as she said, was not done. neither was the green sky.

"thank you," he says, his voice a little more breathless than he wanted it to be, a lot more choked up than he expected. "m'gonna keep this forever, y'know."

bug doesn't even look fazed at the fact that he was damn near crying over a handmade birthday card. in fact, she looks downright smug, wearing sam's dimpled smile. "y'better. i worked really hard."

"yeah, baby bug. it shows."

the waitress slides a milkshake in front of dean, and a littler one in front of bug. then she turns without another word to go to the back of house again. dean's a little too raw to care that they hadn't even ordered yet, plucking the cherry off the top of the whipped cream and chewing on it to keep from thinking too hard.

bug's chugged half of her milkshake by the time the waitress comes back, a slice of pie on a little plate with a lit candle in its center. "it's not much, but..." she trails off, glancing between bug and dean with a little smile, "i figured this was a very big deal."

bug nods furiously, still not having stopped drinking her pink milkshake. the sugar rush was going to be impossible when they reached the hotel, but with how light dean was feeling, he might end up jumping on the bed with her.

"make a wish!" bug huffs, her little leg kicking out at dean's knee beneath the table.

dean stares down at the cherry pie, the whipped cream hiding the candle's base in it's foam. what did you wish for when things never tended to go right?

in his pocket, dean's phone buzzes. he blinks once, blinks twice, before answering. "sam?"

"hey!" sam's voice is like a soothing distraction to the ache in his chest. he figured the field trip would take up most of sam's attention, hadn't been expecting any sort of phone call or word from him until he came home. he'd had a lifetime of doubts that kept him from believing that anyone could consider him. "happy birthday, dean."

his heart falters in his chest again. dean smiles before he can stop himself. "thanks, sammy," he says, his voice still rough on the edges, "wanna talk to bug?"

bug's already reaching across the table to steal the phone, and as she does, dean considers the candlelit pie again. he listens to sam's muffled voice from the other side of the booth, and bug's excited recounting of her birthday card making, and he knows what to wish for.

another birthday like this, dean thinks, as the flame dissipates into smoke.

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notes, cried writing this thank u for asking. this was one of those shower ideas that wouldn't go away, so... wrote it! anything for my birthday baby.

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[juiles]

Nerves and Nerds

Requested: yes

Plot: a young actress has her first day meeting the stars of the avengers set, playing Morgan Stark.

Tags: Fluff

Triggers: none. its pure fluff with a cute kid and the avengers cast

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Y/n, a 6 year old girl who had recently started acting, sat in the office beside her mum, her legs swinging, as the adults talking. She knew she had gotten a big role in a Marvel movie and she got to play in a movie with some big names in Hollywood. Her parents had said they had to talk some logistics out before she would have to go into the big room where all the other actors were to meet them. Something that made her incredibly nervous.

Her head snapped out when her mum said her name. “Y/n?” The 6 year old looked up with a small smile.

“Yes mama?” Her voice lilted as she tilted her head to look up at her mother, not sure about what’s going on after colouring her pictures the whole time the adults have been speaking.

“Are you ready to go meet your co-stars?” Y/n’s little heart picked up a little bit, her nerves striking her as she was about to meet some pretty big stars. She nodded her head and tucked her colouring book and pencil crayons away in her small backpack and stood up next to her mum who held her hand out, prompting the child to take the womans hand. “You okay little butterfly?” She asked crouching down, noting her daughters quiet demeanor all of a sudden.

“I’m nervous mama… what if they don’t like me?” She asked, her head hanging down, her foot shuffling back and forth. “What if they’re mean?” Her voice had dropped to a small whisper.

“Oh baby… I promise you that no body will be mean.” The mother said, one hand landing on the girl sshoulder and the other tucking a piece of brown hair behind her ear. “They’ll have to deal with mama bear if they do.” A small wink was thrown towards the little girl who giggled quietly and wrapped her arms around her mums neck forcing the woman who scoops the little girl up.

“Okay mama.” She muttered as her mum walked towards the board room that was full of her newest co-stars. When the director opened the door, the small girl tucked her head into her mothers neck with a small whimper after seeing everyone there. “Too many mama…”

“You’ll be okay butterfly.” A warm hand started rubbing her back gently. “One at time okay? We’ll start with Robert because he is who you have the most scenes with okay?” A small nod was given before green eyes peeked out to meet with Robert Downey Jr. eyes. “This is Robert.”

“You can call me Rob though sweetheart. I promise that its not as scary as it sounds. Most of the people here are so nice and fun, except Scarlett, shes scary.” The man winked at the little girl who looked over at who she knew to be Scarlett Johansson who had a look of pure shock on her face.

A small smack was heard before the whole room melted at y/n’s little giggle that followed after watching the blonde smack the man gently. “I am not! If anything, Renner is the only scary one.” Johansson said looking at the little girl who giggled again looking at the man who mocked a loud gasp. “Look how scary he is.”

“How dare you Johansson! I am a saint!” Jeremy said, placing his hand on his heart. “Mackie is the worst!” Another gasp had the girl giggling.

“Excuse you Renner! I am perfect just the way I am!” Mackie said with a proud smirk on his face. “Nice to meet you lady y/n! My name is Anthony Mackie!”

The girl smiled shyly then looked over at a lady who rolled her eyes and smiled shyly.

“Hi darling, I’m Gwyenth but you can call me Gwen. I play Robs wife so I’ll be your mum.” Y/n looked back at her mum then at Gwen and nodded.

“You can be my mama for the movie.” She said smiling at her. “You seem nice!”

“Awe thank you darling!” Gwen placed her hand on her heart smiling sweetly.

“You’ll be my mama so he will be my daddy?” Y/n said pointing to Robert who nodded and smiled widely at the girl.

“I will be! Youll be my daughter, Morgan Stark!” He said with pride.

“Morgan Stark… I like that name!”

“She’s so cute!”

“Mackie! Give the girl some space.”

“Stop telling me what to do Evans.”

“Never in my life!”

“Seriously. Can you two stop talking?”

“Says you Hemsworth.”

“Ow! I did nothing wrong Renner!”

“You were looking at me funny Ruffalo.”

“What does that even mean??”

A sharp whistle was heard and all the adults turned to look at Robert who had a disapproving look on his face, his hands placed over the 6 year olds girls ears so he didn’t frighten her. “You guys are scaring the kid!” They all looked at the girl who had a big smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

“Wow… the whole Avengers cast is really just a big bunch of nerds…” Y/n’s mum uttered, sparking a whole new fight between the cast making the girl laugh even louder.

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[ncity-agere]

please u can do ateez as little? Like they would be? ( sorey english is not ny first language ♡

of course, little one! little ateez, coming right up!

(sfw) what little!ateez is like:

Hongjoong: He’s a distrusting little Scorpio, you think he’s gonna let his guard down that easily? Hongjoong regresses to about 4, give or take a year. Most people will never ever see it, but little Hongjoong is very, very sweet and considerate. He does his chores, he plays well and shares with his friends, and is very, very clingy.

I don’t think he likes being picked up very much or sharing his caregiver’s attention, though. Hongjoong can and will throw a bit of a tantrum (he bites, fair warning), but usually can be talked down. He likes to read, write, and draw in his little headspace but sometimes gets so locked in that he starts slipping out and needs to be coaxed back to little space.

(Cartoons, crayons, and running a soothing hand through his hair should do the trick ^-^)

Seonghwa: Until someone tells him what age regression even is, he’s probably already doing it and has no clue what it’s called. He just likes to wear pajamas and rolls around on his tummy and play with Wooyoung and San and be taken care of and… oh.

He regresses to about 2-5 years old and likes wearing genderless, soft clothes. He’s okay with being called cute names like “bubba”, “prince” or “princess”, and “bun”, but he’d prefer mostly to be called his name. He’s also a little emotional, so handle with care…

Spend time with him! Play Animal Crossing with him! Watch a movie with him! Build a Lego set with him. Actually, no -let him build all the Legos and you can sit and watch! Wait, wait… don’t touch the pieces. He’ll cry if you touch the pieces. You’re not playing with the Legos right, just… okay. Just put the piece down and let baby Hwa have it. There we go. You’re welcome, little one.

Yunho: More of an age dreamer than regressor. Genuinely just can’t do it, he doesn’t know why. Probably dreams anywhere between 6-8 years old, I can’t see him being much younger than that.

Call him lots of pet names and reassure him that he’s doing a good job at… whatever it is he’s doing. He thrives on praise, he’s such a good boy. He just kind of sits and plays video games and rambles about dumb stuff he found on the internet.

Make him a plate of dino nuggies and listen to his rambles? Yeah, you’re his favorite person ever actually.

Yeosang: Gentlest baby, just so quiet and sweet. I can see Yeosang regressing to maybe 3 at the very youngest? When he’s around Wooyoung, he can get a bit worked up but he’ll be okay if you put him down for a nap. He remembers his manners and remembers to say “please”, “thank you”, and “excuse me”. Just heart-meltingly adorable.

But sometimes Yeosang becomes insecure about age regressing and can become defensive. Try not to call him cute during these little tantrums, he really doesn’t like it. Instead, pretend he’s big and scary -a big, scary puppy! It helps his confidence and soon enough, he’ll be back to being your happy, gentle baby boy.

San: Oh… sweet little San cries a lot. He regresses to a very little age, like 0-2. He likes to be babied, paid attention to, and held.

Little Sannie likes to babble, doesn’t like tight clothes, and gets so sad when you don’t pay him enough attention! Seriously, he wants to be near his caregiver or another little at all times because he’s fr got the object permanence of an infant. It’s pretty cute, until he’s crying and whining and babbling for you to come find him and pick him up.

Mingi: Someone please wrap this baby in bubble wrap, please and thankies. He’s such a clumsy little guy, he just wants to be spoiled. Little Mingi has a pretty wide range, anywhere from 0-5, and he’s a bit nervous around new people so you’ve gotta introduce him to friends very, very slowly. And hold his hand the whole time. <3

Mingi can be insecure about his height, so be sure to make him feel very tiny! He likes oversized clothes and blankies, as well as being fed instead of feeding himself (“here comes the airplane” works every time, like a charm!)

Wooyoung: Speaks in the third person all the time. A nightmare child. Probably needs ritalin and warm milk. An absolute brat (in the most loving way possible).

Despite all this, though, he always reminds you that he’s grateful you’re his caregiver and tries his hardest to do nice thing for you without being asked… even when it ends with sticky, syrupy countertops, spilled flour, and a lopsided breakfast in bed.

…It’s the thought that counts, right?

Jongho: MY BABY!!! He’s not exactly one for baby talk and is slowly getting used to feeling little (since he’s so used to being the oldest out of his siblings), so it’s a little harder and he needs help to regress. When he does regress, though, he’s a very helpful boy, probably between 5-6 years old. He likes to help around the house and is pretty independent for a little.

Isn’t fussy or easily upset and eats well. The weirdest part is how outgoing and talkative he’s become! He feels comfortable around you, so he just kinda shoots off at the mouth and just says whatever comes to mind. Little Jongho’s got a lot to say, so you’ve gotta listen carefully or he’ll pout.

[hollowghostsonfilm]

[Geto/Gojo Fic] Hollow: The Rot In the System [5/6]

Summary:

Satoru Gojo wakes up in the body of his sixteen-year-old self, 6 months before the Star Plasma Vessel mission. He's certain its a domain. Or a curse. Or a hallucination born at the moment of his death. It can't be real. Geto is alive. Shoko is there. The dorm floorboards creak at the exact right place. He has to focus, has to work out how to break out of this domain. But hope has teeth, and Gojo has been bitten.

Haunted by a future that only he remembers, Gojo has to walk the knife's edge between redemption and madness. Because if this is real, he can't let it go the same way again.

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Satoru clips tiny socks to the hanger by the window, catching the breeze through the shutter against his fingers as he does so. The scent of breakfast still lingers in the air, and he’s going to have to do the dishes in a moment before Suguru nags him about it. He hears the soft clatter of plastic hitting hardwood from the next room, pauses to wait if there’s a responding cry, but hearing nothing, continues to hang the socks to dry.

When he’s done, he pads across the lounge, wiping his damp hands on his pants as he checks in on Megumi and Tsumiki. They’re still absorbed, Tsumiki with her crayons spread across the floor in a rainbow of colours as she draws a picture of something. Satoru isn’t quite sure what it’s meant to be. Megumi, quieter, more reserved even at six, is playing with a puzzle, slotting large cardboard pieces together to make Doraemon’s face.

“Satoru, get a move on and get dressed! Nanami will be here any minute.”

Satoru moves away from the door and heads to his own bedroom quickly. His suit is hanging there, freshly dry-cleaned. He’d had to buy one specially for this mission, get himself measured and everything. He runs a hand over the soft wool for a moment, appreciating it, before he quickly strips off his loungewear.

The black shirt glides over his shoulders easily. He’s filled out properly now, and he feels somewhat more comfortable in his own skin again. He makes quick work of the buttons, grabbing a set of simple silver cufflinks from his desk and popping them quickly through the cuffs. He pulls on his pants, tucking in the shirt, and securing everything with a black leather belt with a silver buckle before reaching for his tie and jacket. For now, he just drapes the tie around his neck, hanging the jacket over his arm as he secures his watch around his wrist as well.

A quick look over at himself and he smirks. He looks transformed. He looks like he remembers himself looking. Tall, strong, tailored.

He walks back into the living room with a pip to his step that falters when he sees Suguru.

The other man is wearing his hair down. When had it got so long to cascade down his back like that? He’s wearing a grey silk shirt, the collar open around his neck, and his trousers are tailored, tapered at the bottom in a skinny fit that pulls around his-

Satoru quickly looks away, draping his jacket on the back of the sofa for something to do with his hands.

“I didn’t get a chance to do the dishes,” Satoru says, heading off the nagging before it begins.

Suguru looks him up and down. “Better not do it in your fancy clothes. I’ll ask Nanami when he gets here.”

Satoru just nods, mouth dry, pretending to check his phone. He can feel Suguru approaching, and he wills himself to not react as he does.

It has been absolute hell to be around Suguru since that time on the rooftop. Suguru had made his position clear. Best left unfinished. And Satoru has done precisely that. He’s continued their friendship in the same vein it always had been, but now that he’s aware of himself in that way, there’s no walking it back so easily.

Suguru takes him by the shoulders, turning him and reaching out. His thumbs brush against the sides of Satoru’s neck as he turns his collar up, before those same hands slide down the length of silver silk that make up Satoru’s tie. Satoru swallows hard as Suguru wraps the tie over itself, slowly sliding it up to the hollow of his throat.

“There. You almost look presentable.”

Satoru knows he’s blushing. He can feel the heat on his cheeks.

Luckily, he’s saved from having to reply by the front door opening. Nanami is dressed as casually as possible for him, still in a buttoned-up shirt, but at least he’s wearing jeans. He takes his shoes off at the genkan.

“If you tighten it a bit further, you’ll rid yourself of a nuisance,” Nanami deadpans.

Suguru barks out a laugh, and his hands fall away from the tie to instead walk to the door to greet their babysitter for the next two days.

Nanami clasps Suguru’s hand warmly. They’ve developed a friendship over the last few months that Satoru hadn’t expected but is secretly pleased by. While they don’t have many hobbies in common, there is something in both men that seems to sync up. A sense of personal responsibility, perhaps. Something Satoru is still learning but comes innately to them.

Nanami moves from the genkan to the kitchen, setting his bag down on the table as Satoru and Suguru both pad after him. He opens the fridge, wrinkling his nose at what he finds in there.

“You didn’t stock the fridge again,” he accuses, straightening.

“You don’t need to feed children every day,” Satoru replies brightly, only to get thwacked across the back of the head by Suguru.

“He’s joking,” Suguru reassures Nanami. “Mostly. We’ve got Shoko out shopping now. She’ll be bringing everything before lunch.”

“If they turn feral in the meantime, I’m blaming you both,” Nanami’s voice is even as he raises a chiding finger.

“It’s almost time. Our driver will pick us up in a minute to drive us to the train station. I’ve written a list of instructions on the fridge-“ Suguru continues the conversation with Nanami, sounding older than his nineteen years in this moment.

Satoru drifts out of the kitchen to leave him to it, glancing at the genkan. His dress shoes are laid out there already, next to Suguru’s and Nanami’s own tan brown ones. Next to them are a pair of worn sneakers with Anpanman on them, with lights at the heels. Less than a third of the size of the other shoes. Discarded next to them are a pair of pink sandals, replete with glitter.

This life is already so much more different than he imagined it. Difficult, but in a different way than it was before. Every mission they go on now has an added sense of danger. Everything could fall apart if they’re careless. The stakes are at once lower and higher than they were before.

He walks back to Megumi’s bedroom, back to where the two siblings are still playing, absorbed in their tasks. He crouches down next to Tsumiki, putting a hand on top of her head and smiling at her.

“Suguru and I are leaving now on business. You two be good for Nanami, okay?” He says, keeping his voice soft.

Tsumiki’s big brown eyes look up at him, and she smiles, sitting up and giving him a hug. “Have a fun trip!”

She doesn’t know what they do, and Satoru isn’t going to tell her. Not until she’s older. He knows that Megumi, despite being younger, suspects. He knows that Megumi, despite being younger, can see. But even there, Satoru’s been elusive with the details of explaining what those creatures he can see actually are.

What, inevitably, he will do.

There will be time, in the future, for all that.

“You too, Megumi. Be good for Nanami and eat your veggies,” Satoru looks over at the boy, offering his other arm for a hug.

Megumi turns his nose up. He’s not warmed to any of them as quickly as Tsumiki has. As prickly as a hedgehog even now. Satoru guesses that, no matter what, that will remain a strong personality trait.

“Satoru,” Tsumiki begins. Satoru. Yes, they call him that. He and Suguru haven’t insisted on anything else. Whatever feels right to them. It would be weird, anyway, to be called something ridiculous like uncle or papa, especially when they’re barely into adulthood themselves. “When will you be back?”

Satoru peels her arms from around his neck. “Go get the calendar and I’ll show you.”

Tsumiki scrambles to her feet, running to get the calendar. Megumi stays sat, his puzzle pieces around him, regarding Satoru with distrustful eyes. Satoru just smiles at him as he waits for Tsumiki’s return.

She comes back with the calendar clutched in her hands and plops it onto the floor in front of Satoru before sitting by his side, beaming. Satoru gestures for Megumi to move closer too, so that he can see.

Megumi looks like he’s going to resist for a moment, before he scoots forward.

“Right so where is today?” Satoru asks. Megumi doesn’t move, but Tsumiki confidently points to the right day with a small finger. “Excellent. Megumi, you recognise that kanji yes? Sun?”

Megumi nods his head. “It means Sunday.”

“Very good,” Satoru is relieved. He knows Megumi hasn’t officially started learning most kanji in school yet.

“Now, Suguru and I are going to be gone for two nights,” he moves his finger across once, then one more. “And we’re going to be back on this day. What day will this be?”

Satoru expects it to be Tsumiki to answer him, but Megumi’s voice is the one that responds. “Tuesday.”

Satoru beams. “Yes, that’s right. We’ll be back before you get home from school.”

“Satoru, the driver’s here.”

Satoru looks up from the floor to the door, where Suguru and Nanami are standing. How long were they there? He smiles at them and gets to his feet, brushing his hands over the two children’s heads as he does so.

“Be good you two.”

He goes to grab his jacket from the back of the sofa, his wallet and keys, before heading to the genkan. He can hear Suguru saying goodbye as well behind him as he laces his shoes.

Nanami clears his throat, and Satoru looks up at him, waiting for him to speak.

“I’m harsh on you. But you are surprisingly good with them.”

Satoru feels a flush of pride in response to that, but he doesn’t know what to say. “I, er, thanks-“

Suguru darts between them, hurriedly putting on his shoes. “Driver’s messaged that he’s holding up traffic. Get a move on.”

Nanami just nods to Satoru in acknowledgement, before turning back into the apartment as they both barrel out of the door.

♾️

The shinkansen gives Satoru time to read over the case file. He’s learned his lesson after Haibara. He won’t be caught out again. They are to take the shinkansen down to Kyoto, posing as two trust fund kids, looking to waste money and have fun.

Their target is a curse user, rank not fully known, but estimated somewhere around Grade 1, who has been moving between noble families in Kyoto and leaving behind a spate of what appears to be suicides, but that are deeply suspicious.

Based on all the available information, the next target is likely to be a gala being held at the Hotel Seiryu. Satoru’s brows raise when he sees that the hotel directly overlooks Kiyomizu-dera. He whistles low, as he pulls out their booking print outs.

The room is gorgeous. Yaga really went all out for this one and booked a suite, just to buy in to the fact that the two of them really were some rich kids. The views overlook the city of Kyoto, and Satoru can make out the mountains rolling from the lounge windows. When he flips over the page to the bedroom view, his eyes widen. A direct view onto Tasaka Pagoda?

Then his eyes drift back to the paper. Wait…

He flips through the pages again. One room. And only one bedroom in the floor plans and only one bed on the-

“Suguru, there’s only one bed,” Satoru says, holding up the page accusingly. “Yaga didn’t book us a second room!”

“Of course he didn’t,” Suguru says. “Weren’t you listening? We’re posing as a couple, Satoru.”

Satoru tries to recall Yaga saying precisely that, but he can’t remember it being mentioned specifically. He remembers being told not to cause too much of a scene, of acting natural and not being too arrogant…

“Don’t worry. The room is massive and we’re there for two nights. We can just take turns on the couch,” Suguru offers, leaning his elbow against the window sill of the shinkansen.

Satoru is used to his missions being in dark places. He’s used to seeing the worst humanity has to offer. And yet this is making him more anxious than any he’s had in a long while. He shuffles the papers back together and closes the file.

“Right. So, we have to pretend to be… what exactly? Boyfriends?” Satoru tries to keep his tone playful.

“Yep. Yaga figured that seeing as we’ve been living together, we’d know enough about each other to make it work,” Suguru replies, voice even. “And don’t worry, he still hasn’t worked out about Megumi and Tsumiki living with us. Yet.”

Satoru taps the top of the casefile with his finger repeatedly as he thinks. “I’m the top.”

Suguru snorts so loudly that the person in front of them turns around to look.

“What? What’s so funny?” Satoru protests. “It’s obviously me. I’m the strongest and the tallest!”

Suguru covers his mouth with the back of his hand, holding in another laugh.

“Su-gu-ru! Stop laughing!”

♾️

The hotel is as beautiful as it looked in the pictures. Even more so. Even in winter, Kyoto is packed with tourists as they pick their way through the crowds. It occurs to Satoru, as they check in with their booking information, that it’s strange that they were sent here instead of someone from the Kyoto school, but he pushes it to one side.

Perhaps it is just a matter of image? He does, after all, look more expensive than the other jujutsu-shi.

The whole place feels modern, while at the same time having the modern Japanese chic that Kyoto exudes. It feels different to how it would have felt in Tokyo. More understated. Quietly classic, as though just by being nestled in a city so old, it’s managed to absorb its refinement. The insight glows with soft, warm lighting, and as they are handed their room key, Satoru catches a glimpse of a beautiful couple walking through the lobby. The lights gild on the woman’s hair like honey as she sweeps it over her shoulder and exits out of the door.

Suguru is thanking the man behind the desk for the key and then turns to Satoru, holding out his arm for the other man to take. Satoru slips his hand through the offered loop, throat tight.

“Please enjoy your stay,” the receptionist says, bowing. “We have included some refreshments in your room to help you settle in after your travel from Tokyo. If you require anything else, please just call down and we will get it for you.”

Suguru nods in thanks and leads Satoru towards the elevators. He scans the key against the keycard scanner and when the lift arrives, it takes them directly to the penthouse floor, security protocols already engaged.

“Suguru, this place is…” Satoru drops Suguru’s arm once the lift doors close. “We should order everything on the list for room service.”

Suguru chuckles, watching the screen as it counts up to the third floor. The building itself isn’t high, it doesn’t need to be when situated where it is. The door dings open and Suguru puts an arm out to hold the door so that Satoru can step out into it.

Satoru likes to think of himself as a modern man, as one who isn’t easily moved by things, but the views over the city are breathtaking. He discards his suitcase and suit bag immediately onto the full dining table, walking to the window and observing the mountains like a moth drawn to the flame. Snow has already started to fall in Kyoto, carpeting the mountains with a dusting of white.

He has visceral memories of childhood, of running through the streets after having escaped the Gojo compound and his instructors, laughing as he cut through the startled tourists, geta clopping against the paving.

He hears Suguru moving around in the room, investigating. The heating switches on, turned up higher than Suguru usually likes it on Satoru’s behalf.

Satoru tears his gaze away from the view. The room is absolutely massive, and the couch could easily hold even Satoru’s considerable height sprawled out on it. Suguru has disappeared somewhere else, and Satoru finds him in the bathroom, unpacking his toiletries into the cabinets there.

“Suguru, how much do you think this cost?�� Satoru asks, leaning against the door frame.

“Probably more than what we’re getting paid for doing this job,” Suguru replies easily, frowning as he rummages around in the bottom of his suitcase and then pulls out his toothbrush, triumphant.

Satoru glances to the side, where there’s a bath big enough to house a tiger behind a glass screen. It has views out to the mountains as well and Satoru is determined that he’s definitely going to lounge in there tonight as the sun sets.

“They must really want this curse user gone, huh?” Satoru muses as Suguru finishes putting his things away and turns to him.

“He’s targeting the rich who can afford to be generous to the higher ups,” Suguru shrugs. “I guess we should consider getting to stay in this room as part payment for the mission.”

Satoru takes a step back. They’ve explored the lounge, and the bathroom. All that’s left is…

Suguru doesn’t seem to have any hesitation. He grabs his suit bag and Satoru’s off the couch and heads into the bedroom without any hesitation. Satoru follows behind, pausing on the threshold to watch as Suguru hangs up their tuxedos side by side in the spacious wardrobe.

Even though the beautiful view tries to draw his attention, Satoru can only look at one thing.

The bed is massive. Satoru is sure that he could spread out entirely, and not even brush Suguru if he slept on the other side of it. It’s made up with fancy extra cushions and pillows and throws. There’s nothing so classless as little chocolates on the pillows, no not at this hotel, just crisp linen, gently turned down for them.

“You’re drooling,” Suguru says, and Satoru slams down on whatever expression he’d been wearing.

“Suguru, it’s just… Look at it! The perfect bed. We should get one each for the apartment!” He jumps onto it, sprawling out on it like a starfish. “I can’t even reach the sides!”

Suguru walks from the wardrobe to the side of the bed, and despite it being so large as to almost require separate zip codes for the two sides, he chooses to sit close enough that his thigh brushes against Satoru’s. “We couldn’t fit this in our lounge, never mind our bedrooms.”

Satoru pouts. “We could try.”

“I’d like to see you try to get it up the stairs by yourself,” Suguru replies. “Doesn’t matter if you’re the strongest if you can’t fit it through the doorframe.”

Satoru is sure he has a witty response to that, buried somewhere in his brain, but the hotel phone rings before he gets a chance to get it out. Suguru stands up to answer it, leaving Satoru to sink into the bed on his own.

Just as he’s considering taking a nap, Suguru returns. “That was the main desk. There are welcome drinks on the rooftop starting in an hour. We’re not the only couple who have shown up early. It’ll be a good chance for us to mingle and see who’s who.”

Satoru sighs and drags himself up from the bed, running a hand through his hair. He runs his hands over his hair to make sure it’s not too mussed, waving goodbye sadly to the bed. “I’ll miss you…”

Suguru rolls his eyes. “You are definitely taking the first shift on the couch.”

[oftlunarialmoon]

Ciao lovelies! I have written before on the topic of Age Regression many times, from explaining what Age Regression is, to Age Regression Self-Care, to Age Regression Journaling. I never explicitly said before now, but I, myself, am an age regressor to cope with stress (and some other mental health reasons). The reason why I have officially decided to come forward and say so is because I feel that I want to keep writing posts on the topic of age regression, some with personal experience perhaps, so I want to be open with you all and let you know why I continue to write on this topic. I’ve also noticed some of this blog’s audience is made up of age regressors like myself, and I want to provide you all with some content from a safe, welcoming, and open-minded source. All that being said, today I’ve decided to write down 101 activity ideas for Age Regressors/ Things to Do When Bored, Age Regression edition. Please be sure to let me know in the comments (yes, you can even comment anonymously!) if you like these ideas, please be sure to tell me your favorite!

101 ACTIVITIES FOR AGE REGRESSORS

Outside Activities for Summer

1.       Play on a swing-set!

2.       Play hopscotch!

3.       Color with chalk!

4.       Build Fairy houses with materials you find outside!

5.       Take pictures of your toys in nature! This works especially well for dinosaur toys, animal toys, et, because they look like they’re meant to be in nature!

6.       Jump rope!

7.       Go swimming!

8.       Go fishing with a net and play catch and release!

9.       Go to a beach and find cool seashells!

10.   Read a book outside in the sun!

11.   Go for an ice cream!

Outside Activities for Fall

12.   Find leaves and flowers and press them into a journal. You can also do Leaf rubbings, where you put a piece of paper over a leaf and use a crayon to rub over it to get the imprint of the leaf on the paper!

13.   Carve a pumpkin!

14.   Go to a pumpkin patch and take lots of pics among the pumpkins! You can even pick out one to take home and make into a Jack-O-Lantern (like #12)!

15.   Collect cool leaves and make a leaf arrangement/wreath!

Outside Activities for Winter

16.   Build a snowman!

17.   Build a snow-fort!

18.   Have a snowball fight!

19.   Try to catch snowflakes on your tongue!

20.   Make snow angels!

21.   Play hide and seek in the snow!

Outside Activities for Spring

22.   Collect flowers and make bouquets!

23.   Make flower crowns!

24.   Play tag with some friends!

25.   Weave grass into cool shapes!

26.   Collect cool rocks/gemstones…You can even pretend to be a dragon who’s collecting rocks for their hoard!

Indoor Activities for Any Season

27.   Redecorate your room!

28.   Clean your room! (I know, bleh, but if you clean then you’ll have a clean slate for #27!)

29.   Change your phone’s wallpaper/lockscreen (check out our Instagram Highlight for some of ours!)

30.   Play with makeup!

31.   Try out new hairstyles!

32.   Play dress up!

33.   Play with some dolls!

34.   Play pretend! You could pretend to be a teacher for your dolls/toys, or even have your stuffies go on super cool adventures with you!

35.   Craft! You can make accessories, décor, toys, clothes, anything! Check out our DIY tag for lots of fun crafts!

36.   Read some kid books!

37.   Stim! I like crinkles when I’m small, and I also like slime and flappy hands!

38.   Play with squishies!

39.   Walk around a store and look at all the toys and kid stuff!

40.   Go on a Dollar Store shopping spree! You can get a lot of stuff at a dollar store for under like $20!

41.   Color in some cool pictures!

42.   Design a new OC (Original Character) 

43.   Draw some comics! They can be of yourself or of your OC’s!

44.   Cosplay your OC’s/any character you like!

45.   Do a photoshoot!

46.   Make a sensory bottle!

47.   Set up a dollhouse!

48.   Make beaded bracelets!

49.   Make yourself a snack!

50.   Or a meal!

51.   Bake some cookies (just be careful with the hot oven, okay?)

52.   Have a dance party with your stuffies!

53.   Make a playlist to regress to!

54.   Find new regression YouTubers!

55.   Play some video games! I love Slime Rancher , Animal Crossing, and more!

56.   Play with some phone apps! I love Animal Crossing Pocket Camp, Pastel Girl, and Pokémon Go!

57.   Try to mix your own perfume!

58.   Design a picture using glitter!

59.   Draw some fashion designs!

60.   Start an age regression journal! 

61.   Practice some age regression self-care!

62.   Make a self-care box!

63.   Make figures from modeling clay!

64.   Paint your nails!

65.   Give your stuffies/dolls a makeover!

66.   Find cute regression music! 

67.   Make posters for your room!

68.   Make gifts for your friends!

69.   Find a new penpal!

70.   Write letters to your pen-pal!

71.   Start a sticker scrapbook!

72.   Open some blind-bags!

73.   Watch some toy youtubers. Our YouTube Channel has some toy videos, my other favorites are Cookie Swirl C and My Froggy Stuff!

74.   Make your own YouTube Channel!

75.   Create a mystery to solve with your stuffies!

76.   Solve a Crossword Puzzle!

77.   Solve a Wordsearch!

78.   Finish a puzzle!

79.   Design your own puzzle!

80.   Make an escape room for your toys!

81.   Paint something!

82.   Watch cute anime like Himouto Umaru Chan!

83.   Watch cute shows on Netflix like Twelve Forever or Hilda!

84.   Watch fun shows on Hulu like Gravity Falls!

85.   Go to the library!

86.   Play chess or checkers!

87.   Watch a movie! I like Welcome to Monster High!

88.   Go see a movie in theatres!

89.   Make temporary tattoos using food coloring!

90.   Make your own T-shirt using a blank T-shirt and fabric paints!

91.   Take a little nap!

92.   Put on a play with or for your stuffies!

93.   Make clothes and accessories for your stuffies!

94.   Make clothes and accessories for your dolls!

95.   Make furniture for your dolls!

96.   Make your own blindbags for a friend!

97.   Upcycle your old clothes and jewelry by designing them into something new!

98.   Visit a thrift store!

99.   Go to a museum!

100. Go to the mall!

101.  Visit an Arcade!

WHEW! I hope that is enough ideas for you bored little ones out there. Have a great day!

[artem-wing-wife]

“When Little Boys Fall in Love” - Tears of Themis | Kindergarten AU

The reader's age in here is 7 years old, and the men are 5-6 years old. They will be calling you as "Big Sister"

tags: fluff, kindergarten AU

ship: artem/fem!reader, luke/fem!reader, marius/fem!reader, vyn/fem!reader

LUKE PEARCE - THE DANDELION CROWN PROPOSAL

Luke is nothing if not bold. When it comes to his feelings for (y/n), there’s no such thing as too much honesty.

After finding a patch of dandelions near the sandbox, he spends an absurd amount of time picking the flowers, his tiny fingers clumsy as he creates a messy, mismatched flower crown. When he’s done, he stands proudly in front of you, who is sitting on the edge of the sandbox, playing with a set of colorful plastic toys.

“Big Sis!” Luke says loudly, interrupting her game. You looks up, startled, and his face lights up like the sun. Without hesitation, he holds out the dandelion crown. “I made this for you! You’re the prettiest girl in the whole playground, and I wanna give you this because... because you’re my girlfriend now!”

You then giggles, taking the crown from him and placing it gently on your head, but Luke isn’t done yet.

He jumps in place, grinning from ear to ear. “And when I grow up, I’m gonna be a detective! And I’m gonna marry you!” he declares loudly, as though the entire playground should hear his proclamation. The other kids stop what they’re doing, staring in shock as Luke beams with pride. He strikes a pose with his tiny fists on his hips, already imagining the wedding ceremony where you will be his wife.

You laughs, the sound so pure and sweet it makes Luke’s heart race even faster. “I’ll be waiting, Luke!” you teases, making his cheeks flush as he smiles back, his confidence soaring.

ARTEM WING - A CARD FOR MY LADY

It’s the middle of recess, and the playground is bustling with the usual noise of kids laughing and shouting. Artem, though, has a much more serious mission today. His little brown shoes shuffle across the sand as he carefully walks to the corner of the yard where you are sitting on the swings, watching the clouds.

In his small hands, he holds a folded piece of paper—his masterpiece.

You notices him approaching and smiles brightly, causing Artem’s heart to race. He freezes for a moment, feeling the pressure of the task he’s about to complete.

“B-Big Sis...” he stutters, his voice shaky despite his best efforts to sound grown-up. He clears his throat, standing a little straighter. “I-I made this for you.” He holds out the card, which is decorated with messy crayon hearts and a very formal font of “To Big Sis (y/n), from Artem.”

You take the card with a curious glance. Artem tries to look anywhere but at you, hiding behind his glasses and staring at the ground, his little hands folded nervously in front of him.

“I... I just wanted to say that you’re very smart and beautiful,” he continues, his words coming out more like a script. “I will become a lawyer one day, so I can protect you from any bad people who want to hurt you. And... uh... you can sit next to me at lunch if you’d like.”

Your eyes soften as she reads the card, and you smiles warmly at him. “Thank you, Artem! That’s really sweet of you.”

Artem’s cheeks turn a bright red, and in a flurry of embarrassment, he darts behind the jungle gym, his heart pounding in his chest. He peeks from around the corner, watching her smile as she holds up the card, and that’s when his little heart feels all fluttery. He may not understand it yet, but it’s a feeling he wants to hold on to forever.

MARIUS VON HAGEN - FOREVER PROMISES

Marius is, without a doubt, the most colorful of the bunch—both in personality and in his love for you. He’s never one to hold back his emotions, and today, he’s got something special to share.

Covered in splashes of paint, Marius runs up to you, his arms flailing with excitement. His little face is practically glowing as he holds up a very messy drawing. It’s a crayon sketch of two stick figures: one, a cute girl with a dress (that’s you, of course) and one with dark hair scribbles that are meant to be himself.

“Big Sister!” he calls, out of breath. “LOOK! I drew us! I’m the best artist ever!” He thrusts the picture at you, nearly smearing your with purple paint in the process.

You then takes the drawing, giggling at how it’s the most colorful mess you've ever seen. “It’s beautiful, Marius! You’re really good!”

Marius beams at you, his chest puffing out with pride. “When I get older, I’m gonna be a famous artist and buy you 100 ice creams, and then we’re gonna live in a big house with glitter walls and have a puppy!”

You laughs and ruffles his hair, and that’s when Marius says the one thing he’s been holding in all day: “And I’m gonna marry you when we’re big! We’re gonna be the best team ever!”

You smiles at him warmly. “That sounds like a lot of fun, Marius,” you says, teasing younger boy. “I can’t wait to see what we’ll do together.”

And with that, Marius jumps up and down in glee, his messy paint-covered hands clapping with excitement. “You’re my princess! My very own princess!” he exclaims, earning a laugh from you, smiles at him with affection.

VYN RITCHER - A FLOWER GARDEN FOR YOU

It was a quiet kind of afternoon—the kind where the breeze carried the smell of grass and sun-warmed flowers, and the sky stretched endlessly blue above the playground. Most kids were running and shouting, chasing balls or jumping rope. But Vyn sat cross-legged in the shade of the little garden patch near the school fence, where the marigolds and cosmos bloomed in messy rows.

You spotted him there, his silver-blonde hair almost glowing in the sunlight, his hands gently brushing the tops of the flowers like he was afraid they’d wilt at his touch. Curious, she walked over and crouched beside him.

“Vyn?” she asked softly.

He turned to you with a shy smile, cheeks a little pink. “Big Sister (y/n)..?”

“What are you doing over here?”

He looked back at the garden, his voice quiet and careful. “I was... thinking. About pretty things.”

You then tilted your head. “Like what?”

“Like you,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re like a flower. You always smile even when people are loud. And when I feel weird in my tummy, it stops when I look at you.”

You blinked, a little stunned, then slowly began to giggle. “Weird in your tummy?”

Vyn nodded seriously. “It feels like butterflies. I think it’s because I like you. A lot.”

He reached out and gently plucked a tiny pink flower from the garden, tucking it into your hair. “When I grow up, I’m going to make you a garden like this. One just for you. With only your favorite flowers.”

You smiled, touched in a way you didn’t fully understand yet. “And what if I forget to water them?”

“I’ll do it,” he said simply, still watching you like you're the sun and stars.

You laughed again, and Vyn looked satisfied, like he’d accomplished something very important.

Maybe he didn’t know exactly what love was—but if it meant wanting to see your smile every day, then yes... he was already very sure.

[wandasaura]

Hiii just found out through scrolling, that you are a teacher of little people’s and as someone who might be a teacher of the littles in the next year or two but has ZERO baby or small child experience I was wondering if you had any advice 🥲

i have so much to say about this, so i’ll make a whole list and whatnot below the cut !!

my advice for children/babies specifically differs for whatever age you’re looking to teach!

i’ve worked with kids aged 4 months to 12 years, with and without special needs individually and as a group. my most universal piece of advice is to just to let them talk to you, even if you have no idea what they’re talking about, or they’ve already told you seven hundred times. (my one little best friends told me six times she was going to be snow white for halloween. she was not snow white for halloween). from preschool age to my oldest kids, this has not failed with most kids. it’s caused problems with toxic coworkers because kids who knew them for years liked me better. (if this is ur situation, literally leave. this environment had me in shambles for two months until i quit). they’ll trust you so much when they know you’ll actually listen to them. for infants, it goes the opposite way. talk to them. tell them what you’re doing, what they’re doing, i love bringing them to the window and telling them about the sky and the weather. one of my tiny besties really gets the routine now and will run (or… trip over herself) to the window and attempt to say outside, so then we chat about outside before she decides she’s skeptical of me again. she is my biggest frenemy. i’ve been in the infant room with her for about three/four weeks, and this is the first week where she will say hi to me and i think that’s just because i say hi to her every day even when she just blankly stares at me idk. yeah just be a yapper and an encourager of yapping

another thing! when i was working as an inclusion counselor at a summer camp, i’d bring a bluey backpack with me filled with coloring books and crayons and play dough and bubbles and fidgets — anything that would benefit their age range basically. and in the mornings they played with playdough and on the bus during field trips they passed out fidgets. keeping them busy and making sure they’re being properly stimulated is such a game changer for behavior management omg i cannot stress this enough. it doesn’t work in every setting obviously, but if you can find something small to do with them it’s a 10/10. they think you’re fun, they’re ‘playing’ but really they’re just actually sitting still while your bosses stare at you, and when it coulda 9/10’s out of them they’ll listen.

omg hallway games tie into this! and i guess just being silly in general. when i was a counselor i would play red light green light in the hallway during our ‘passing periods’. my kids were 5-6 so they were the perfect age, i would never attempt this with my preschoolers. i’d walk backwards ahead of them, which they thought was cool enough, and i’d just yell red light green light yellow light when i needed them to stop so there wasn’t a traffic jam. it’s fun for them and efficient for you lol. also !! if you’re taking a couple of them to the bathroom or you happen to be in the hallway alone, they looveee walking like an animal. penguins and kangaroos and eagles and snakes.

also if you don’t know what to do in a room, just ask your co-teacher! they looove to give you little tasks and eventually you learn the routine!

[writer-at-the-table]

"A coloring game inspired by postmodern artist Sol LeWitt."

I was browsing Blick Art Supply's art lesson ideas for projects I might want to do, and as soon as I read this one, I knew I had to share it on Tumblr.

I think we should all do this and post our results. It looks like a really fun game.

I also think it would be a fun game to play with a group of friends in person. With friends, you can also make up your own sets of instructions in addition to or instead of the ones I have here.

You do it on a gridded circle, or on graph paper. If using graph paper, do squares wherever it says "ring."

Preparation (altered slightly by me from Blick original for use on Tumblr rather than in classroom. The link takes you to the original)

start with a gridded circle or graph paper (or draw your own gridded circle on blank paper)

2. Gather a bunch of colored pencils, markers, highlighters, crayons, etc. Some of the spaces are small and some are large, so gather lots of tip types/thicknesses

3. Remember: 1) There are no winners and no losers. 2) There is no "wrong" way to interpret given instructions. 3) You are encouraged to think "outside the box." Try to think of a unique way to complete an instruction that probably won't be the same way everyone else is doing it.

Use the set of instructions below. I've provided the one from Blick, as well as one other I found with a web search.

Post your result so we can all compare.

I don't know if it would be best to put our results as reblogs, or use a hashtag so the post doesn't get too long and we can all see each others even in different reblog chains. Maybe both?

Blick Instructions 1) Color one ring gold. 2) Color one half ring blue. 3) Color one half ring orange. 4) Make a black and white checkerboard on one section. 5) Make a striped ring. 6) Make a fat ring. 7) Make a skinny ring. 8) Make zebra stripes in one section. 9) Color a quarter ring with a dark color. 10) Color a quarter ring with a light color. 11) Color a pink piece that looks like a slice of pizza. 12) Make a section that is blue and green striped. 13) Make a section that is red and yellow striped. 14) Outline a section with black. 15) Outline a section with red. 16) Outline a section with green. 17) Make another checkerboard section. 18) Make another zebra striped section.

Another set of Instructions 1.   Color one ring purple. 2.  Color one half ring blue. 3.  Color one half ring orange. 4.  Make a black and white checkerboard on one section. 5.  Make a striped ring. 6.  Make a thick ring. 7.   Make a thin ring. 8.  Make zebra stripes in one section. 9.  Color a quarter ring with a dark color. 10. Color a quarter ring with a light color. 11.  Color a pink piece that looks like a slice of pizza. 12. Make a section that is blue and green striped. 13. Make a section that is red and yellow striped. 14. Outline a section with black. 15. Outline a section with red. 16. Outline a section with green. 17.  Make another checkerboard section. 18. Make another zebra striped section.

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

SET THREE - ROUND ONE - MATCH TWO

“Diana” (1893-95 - Augustus Saint-Gaudens) / “Fifty Days at Iliam: The Fire that Consumes All before It” (1978 - Cy Twombly)

DIANA: I do not have anything deep to say about this, I just look at this and am overwhelmed by the feeling of lightness of this. Weightless in a very otherworldly way. Like that phrase that was popular on tumblr a while back: i would let her step on me. (anonymous)

FIFTY DAYS AT ILIAM: first of all the philadelphia museum of art is awesome and i think everyone should go to it if you have the chance. second of all. the whole fifty days at iliam series is very good. as a longtime greek mythos nerd i just love these stories that have been repeated over and over and take new forms and have new meanings every time. and this picture especially spoke to me. the red and the way it smears across the page, the amount of motion and emotion contained within this static piece. my parents took a picture of me talking about it while gesturing wildly in front of it and i look like a disney supervillain and its great. oh oh also i like how it doesn't say what it is that is like a fire that consumes all before it. it could be love it could be anger it could be war it could be anything. but its like a fire that consumes all before it and you can see it in this picture. (bread--quest)

("Diana" or "Diana of the Tower" is a sculpture created by American sculptor Augustus Saint-Gaudens around 1893-95. It is made of copper sheeting ad gold leaf and is 440 cm (14.5 ft). The original version was destroyed, but the surviving second version is held at the Philadelphia Museum of Art.

"Fifty Days at Iliam: The Fire that Consumes All Before It" is a painting by American artist Cy Twombly using oil, oil crayon, and graphite on canvas. This painting measures 9 feet 10 1/8 inches × 6 feet 3 5/8 inches (300 × 192.1 cm) and is also held at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. It is based on Alexander Pope's translation of the Iliad.)

[chronicler-of-narrative]

(Disclaimer, all critiques thrown at Tumblr user alteredsilicone, otherwise known as Artie, are made with comedic intent and are exaggerated for the sake of comedy. Me and her are, at least from my POV, great friends and I only intend to entertain with my sarcastic quips aimed at her)

Welcome once again, fellow Tenno, to an oc showcase!

This time we have a perfect example of @alteredsilicone 's "parenting skills" (aka Child Neglect), Camelia Meister (as pictured above by her mother back when she gave a damn about Camelia)

In case it wasn't obvious, this oc is hers, but given that Artie so callously abbandoned Camelia, I'll be the father that stepped up and take her in as my very own void kid.

So some information (will change eventually, this is just the current vibe) :

Camelia is a bubbly, electric-themed Main Character Tenno (in other words she's currently the protagonist Tenno, the one who tames Umbra, completes all of the quests, etc. Combining that with her allgnment being eclipse, we can see that currently, shes a bit of a (excuse my French) 'slice of white bread'.

Her current (pun not intended) Warframes are Volt Prime (from before the Awakening), Nova Prime (After Awakening) and Gyre (post AOTZ), with her drifter also having a few favorites who for the sake of being concise, shall be ommitted. I plan to keep this entarauge going forward, however I will give Gyre to Drifter Camelia, as not only does it set up a good Drifter Operator contrast, but it also makes sense considering drifter's ties the Zariman.

Speaking of her drifter, I am dissappoined to say that, as of right now, her very vigilant mother (obvious sarcasm is obvious) decided not to give drifter Camelia any backstory to speak of, thus it shall fall to me to give her one once the time is right. Also worth noting is how operator Camelia is not alligned with any of the 6 syndicates, instead focusing her goodie-two-shoes nature on helping the Ostron and Solaris people (btw, did anyone else hear a ragged whisper calling Artie a "coward who couldn't commit her darling daughter to a single interesting idea due to her being the mc"? No, just me?)

Some early explorations on how I intend to season her character (aka make her into anything other than a cardboard cutout with pink electricity symbols scribbled on it with crayons) include:

-Making her follow New Loka and Perrin (the former because feel like shed be genuinely that kindhearted not to realize theyre luteral eco-fascists, and the latter definitely not because I want to terrorize Artie's new golden child, Viri, with the sins of her maker's past)

- New War induced Trauma

- Making her drifter a nuisance (as I often do) , and potentially give her some ties to Sythel and Mathila (cause peppy and electricity, plus theres some cool themeing you could draw from those two emotions)

- Maker her an exciteable little rapscallion who ends up electrifying hordes due to the sheer power of enjoying life

-Have her interact with The Chronicler (cool parallel, and nice dynamic given their contrasting traits

So yea, thats about it, feel free to leave any opinions you may have in the notes, and I wish you all a good day!

And also, Artie, if youre reading this which I assume you are, you owe me child support in the form of giving me a piece of drifter Camelia art for future reference .

🔫 This is a threat (polite request for a doodle you need not adhere to)

[mithclearwell]

Just out of curiouse, do you have any tips for beginner artists? I would really appreciate one

Of course! ^-^ I'm more than happy to help!

Let's see...without the ability to have a conversation, I'm not sure where exactly you are in skill level, so I guess I'll start with some basic quality-of-life tips.

General:

You don't have to go to college to get good at art. I didn't go to art school!

Watch youtube videos from good artists, or those you admire!

What kind of art do you ultimately want to produce? This isn't an instance of "I can only pick one thing", it's more like...each type of art requires different skills, and if you know ahead of time what you want to do FIRST, you can narrow down what you have to learn.

learn proper sketching and use of circles and other shapes to build the figure, don't just jump in making the final lines right away! It's not a "cheat", it's proper technique. It's "caring about your work".

Same for references. Google up some images of what you want to draw and look at them while you draw your own picture. It's not only okay, it's what professionals do. You need to train your EYE as well as your hand.

It's okay to mimic styles you like! But be aware that each artist may stretch or squish or exaggerate proportions to fit what they personally like to see. This is why it's IMPERATIVE that you learn realism alongside any manga style you want to try. Once you learn where the eyes sit on the face, the different facial planes and what bones they relate to, and different sizes and builds for the face, you can then manga them up to any style you want!

For real paper:

Use a protector sheet, or wear a glove on your drawing hand. You want to make sure you don't get graphite or colored pencil on the side of your hand, and then smear it on your drawing. Placing a piece of paper under your hand will protect your work!

Don't touch your art with your fingertips. Fingertips have oil and gunk on them, and will smudge your drawing. (If you're working with charcoal, this could work to your advantage! But you're probably not using charcoal. It's messy and usually limited to college art students.)

Get the right tools! You can buy a small eraser set in the art section of Wal-Mart for like $3 -- it has a polymer eraser, a smaller white eraser, and the all-important KNEADED ERASER. This thing can be squished and torn apart and it'll pick up graphite like a champ! Do not bother with hard pink erasers, they're trash.

You don't need special paper to learn. I used to draw on the backs of my dad's extra math photocopy papers. Copy paper is smooth and not too fussy and I like it. "Sketch pads" usually have a rougher grain, and I hate the way the paper feels. Also there's a lot of ugly white spots when you try to shade or use colored pencils. Only use that if you're keeping a cute little book or using pastel crayons or something (or it's all you have). Don't fuss over it too much while you're learning. It won't make much difference until you're ready to specialize!

Blending stumps are cool and even pros use them.

Get a small electric pencil sharpener. They're less than $10 at places like Dollar General, and those stores are literally everywhere.

If you get a manual sharpener in an "art set", that's fine, too, but it hurts my hand to do it manually. I like the ones that have little covers.

It DOES matter what kind of ink pen you use. Gel pens will smear. Most markers are washable, and you better believe they will run at the first hint of moisture. India Ink also smears and runs with water. I recommend Sakura Micron pens, Zig Mangaka pens, or my favorite --- the Kuretaki Bimoji felt tip brush pen. You can get all that on Amazon, and it's like $6. I got the superfine tip.

LET YOUR INK DRY BEFORE YOU PUT MARKERS OR WATERCOLOR OR ANYTHING AT ALL OVER IT. It takes maybe 20 minutes.

If you don't plan to color it, you CAN draw with a ball point pen and it'll look just fine.

Do a tiny little water streak test with any markers you plan to use with watercolor. Just brush a tiny bit of water over the mark after it's dry to see if it bleeds. I use that bleed to my advantage sometimes, but you just gotta be aware of what's what.

Digital:

You can buy a small, cheap tablet from HUION for less than $40. MAKE THE INVESTMENT. IT'S WORTH IT.

Clip Studio Paint is EXCELLENT. Well worth the $50-$60 price tag. I think you can try it before you buy it, too. It gives you access to the Asset Store -- which is the single greatest artistic sharing tool I have EVER seen, and I've used SAI for ...probably a decade... I've used dozens of custom brushes and even made my own, and I just can't even believe what is available with CSP. Do yourself a favor and get it.

"But I can't use a tablet! I can't look at a screen while I draw!" Yes you can. YES you can. Yes you can, if you'll just try it. "but I tried once and it didn't work" Well YEAH, if you only tried a handful of times, OF COURSE it didn't work. Do you know what practice is? HUION screen tablets are over $300!!!!! Do you have that kind of disposable income lyin around? (plz donate some to me if you do lololjk =u=; )

Start saving a folder full of refs.

Ask people to tell you what to draw. Let them request something for free. This makes you draw things you wouldn't normally draw, and there is INCREDIBLE value in stepping outside of your comfort zone. You will level up in no time.

Whew...that covers most of the basics, I think. If you have something specific you want me to go into more detail on, please let me know! I love helping ;w;

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Stimboard of the Life Series because Secret life!!!! Yippee!!!!!! Stimtober day 22 also :]

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Gif 1: A person wearing a set of fursuit paws putting their hands together separates them, showing off the paw pads. The main fur color is red, the claws are yellow, and the paw pads are green.

Gif 2: A pair of hands breaks a piece of clay filled with slime in half, pulling the two pieces apart to show off the slime. The clay is styled to look like a piece of chocolate. The clay is a light red, the slime being a brighter shade of red. There are two more squares of clay behind the first one, one being colored green, and one being colored yellow.

Gif 3: The candy Mike and Ike’s being poured into a glass bowl. The candies come in red, orange, yellow, and green, and are shaped like pills.

Gif 5: An apple being drawn onto a yellow notepad with a red spiral binding the pages together. It’s being drawn with a green crayon.

Gif 6: A hand showing off three pairs of earrings. They are circular and flat, each printed with the texture of knit fabric. The top pair is green, middle pair is yellow, and the bottom pair is red.

Gif 7: Green liquid is poured into a yellow drink. The drink has mint leaves and red berries already inside.

Gif 8: A holographic snake sticker being shown off to the camera. The snake is white with green spots, and is coiled up.

Gif 9: A green parrot eating a mango in the jungle. It has a red spot on its face, and blue on the edges of its wings.

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Unveiling the Best Learning Resources Toys for Child Development

In the dynamic world of child development, choosing the right learning resources toys can significantly impact a child's growth and cognitive skills. Let's uncover a selection of the best options that seamlessly blend education with play.

1. Building Brilliance with Blocks

Building blocks are not just for play; they're essential for developing spatial awareness and fine motor skills.

Choose sets that encourage creativity and problem-solving.

2. Puzzles: Piecing Together Cognitive Skills

Puzzles engage young minds in critical thinking and problem-solving exercises.

Opt for varying difficulty levels to challenge and stimulate cognitive development.

3. Games That Educate: Play with a Purpose

Board games aren't just fun; they enhance social skills, strategic thinking, and even introduce basic math and language concepts.

Look for games that balance entertainment with educational value.

4. STEM Toys: Building Future Innovators

Science, Technology, Engineering, and Math (STEM) toys introduce kids to these fundamental concepts in a playful way.

Foster a love for learning and curiosity about the world around them.

5. Artistic Expression: Colors and Creativity

Art supplies like crayons, markers, and drawing pads nurture creativity and fine motor skills.

Encourage self-expression through artistic endeavors.

6. Musical Instruments: Harmonizing Development

Mini keyboards, drums, and simple instruments enhance auditory skills and rhythm appreciation.

Unleash the potential for a lifelong love of music.

7. Early Literacy Tools: Adventures in Reading

Interactive books with textures, sounds, and simple words lay the foundation for language development.

Make reading an enjoyable and interactive experience.

8. Outdoor Exploration: Nature's Classroom

Magnifying glasses, binoculars, or bug-catching kits instill a love for the environment and curiosity about the natural world.

Learning extends beyond the classroom into the great outdoors.

9. Coding Toys: Tech-Savvy Fun

Age-appropriate coding games and robots introduce basic programming concepts in a playful manner.

Prepare kids for the digital age with entertaining coding experiences.

10. Inclusive Toys: Building Empathy and Understanding

Multi-player games that emphasize cooperation and teamwork contribute to emotional intelligence.

Encourage social interaction and understanding of diverse perspectives.

Incorporating these learning resources toys into a child's playtime not only ensures a good time but also lays the foundation for lifelong learning. Strike the perfect balance between education and fun to foster a well-rounded and engaged young mind.

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list of proof i’ve collected that my kids KNOW what they’re doing they just don’t want me to know aka time to prove to the bitch other teacher my students aren’t vegetables aka three and four year olds are little shits and only live to terrorize me

1) today i fell off the play set trying to catch kid 1 from falling and kid 2, who was on the swing set, stared right into my eyes and laughed for a minute straight. he has never looked into eyes or laughed for us.

2) After taking kid 1 to the bathroom i had to grab kid 3 to stop her from eating sand. I see kid 1 washing his hands and say “good job washing your hands! what a superstar!” he immediately stops and looks at me and stims instead. i’m forced to hand over hand after standing there for five minutes trying to get him to do it again.

3) After repeatedly throwing crayons on the floor and having to pick them up, kid 3 starts crying. I say “You’re fine. You’re upset because you had to pick up. Don’t throw crayons on the floor and you won’t be upset. We can draw instead” She immediately stops yelling and throws crayons on the floor. She picks them up and i hide the crayons. She tries to eat beans.

4) kid 4, who has been here for weeks, is laying in my lap and playing with my hand. i say “you’re pretty chill right now huh buddy?” he bites me two seconds later

5) kid 6, the one who calms down when you juggle, was having a meltdown so i started juggling. she kept giving me more so i hid them in my sleeve. i told this to my coworker and kid 6 stops me from juggling, grabs my hands, and shakes her head no, then walks away.

6) i asked kid 5 if he hid the daily craft and he fell on the floor laughing. i asked him if he hid it because he didn’t want to do it and he shook his head yes. i checked his pockets and found a piece of the craft. we still don’t know where he put it

7) kid 6 screamed in my face and i said “woah friend, that’s a lot of feelings. why don’t we read a book to calm down.” because i thought she was overwhelmed. turns out she just wanted to hold my hand and instead of straight up grabbing it like she usually does she yelled.

8) during lunch kid 1 wasn’t eating and i asked “why aren’t you eating you like cereal. you saw me pour your gatorade.” and he held my hand so i said “is it because you dont have fruit snacks?” and he said yes. as far as i’m aware that’s his first and only word ever and no one believes me.

9) we have magnet letters on this board and i was spelling and saying the abcs for kid 4 and he pulls my hand away and starts doing it himself while saying the letters. like ok. fine i won’t play with you.

10) you know how they say kids can’t tell time? mine can. i won’t elaborate. just know it’s hell.

11) kid 3, who i have many nicknames for such as squirmy and princess, was sitting in a wagon for our walk. i asked her “hey princess, is this your new throne?” and she hits the wagon. she then hands me a wagon toy in the classroom and i go “is this your throne?” and she grabs it back (she does throw it but it’s the thought that counts)

12) kid 4 is big on echolalia and i’m big on playing monster. so i roared at him and he roared back and for a good five minutes we were in the gym roaring at each other.

13) got side eyed by kid 2 for not playing old mcdonald after i told him we only play it at circle.

14) got side eyed by kid 2 when i started singing old mcdonald to calm him down. he calmed down, but then he stood across the room and glared at me.

begging someone to save me i’m getting psychologically destroyed by four year olds