#colorin time

[raccoonfallsharder]

idk if u remember string cheese anon but hi, it's me

honestly I might just send asks occasionally when I do mundane things that I think rocket would have interesting reactions to because I'm bored :P

I think he'd find coloring books really weird at first but then secretly do urs when u aren't looking (and if he's anything like me, he would see one of those "adult" ones that's needlessly complicated with the patterns and despise it for doing too much, but maybe he wants it to be complicated. it's overwhelming for me tho lmao)

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ STRING CHEESE NONNIE. how could i possibly forget you? please. you inspired some of my most delightful imaginings in the last few weeks and i am grateful for your presence in my asks!

no pressure but if you DO decide to send mundane things you think rocket would have an interest in, i would be eternally delighted

as you know, of course, rocket didn't really get a childhood. even the lovely memories he might've had playing tag with lylla & teefs & floor are more bittersweet than nostalgic. so when you tell him that coloring is relaxing and meditative and that it reminds you of being a little kid, he just blinks at you, and scoffs, and goes about his day.

but he pays attention. he watches you. and you seem to really enjoy it. and rocket doesn't like to miss out, so after you go to bed one night, he flips through your coloring book and opens your box of crayons.

they smell weird. waxy. he likes the feel of the fibrous paper wrappers under his fingers, though.

maybe if he had torn out the pages he'd ended up coloring, you wouldn't have noticed his additions so quickly. or if he'd just been more normal about his coloring. but rocket's style is too meticulous. unique. the colors he chooses don't always make sense - how d'you know? you ain't been around the universe long enough yet to say what's weird an' what's not, he reminds you smugly when you confront him. on the other hand, you realize that you have no idea what the high evolutionary did to his eyes. maybe he still can't see red - or maybe he sees more colors than a terran human like yourself could even dream of. either way, each stroke of color is deliberately applied. in fact, rocket's probably one of those people who adds more detail into the pictures: makes the boring humans look like other lifeforms he met once, or changes their clothes to reflect something he saw one time on a space station out in the lumyra system. i imagine he's actually really good at drawing in a particular, precise sort of way - he maybe hasn't consumed a lot of narrative or conceptual art, but he can glance at a mechanical diagram and flawlessly recreate it years later.

in any case, he's realized you're right. there's something relaxing about it - pulling color out across a soft sheet of paper. changing it. making something of it. it's liberating. it's freeing. he can do whatever he wants. go wherever he wants. he particularly likes it when you bring out older coloring books - the waxy smell has grown on him, combined with the scent of the shabby-soft, faded paper. he likes the simpler images over the more complex ones, too - but mostly because it leaves him more room to create what he wants on the page.

next time mantis stops by, she brings some coloring books that quill had sent along from terra. you and rocket pour over them, exploring each page. after he's done with captain-shit for the night, he takes a break from the new ship he's been building to sit with you and color in the common area.

it ain't like being a kid again, he tells you one night, thoughtfully.

you blink over at him. what?

coloring, he says. it ain't like being a kid again.

you wait, looking over at him while he thoughtfully selects another crayon.

being a kid was bein in a cage, he tells you quietly, turning his eyes back to his page and pressing the waxy tip into the paper. he doesn't look up.

this is like flyin.

[dizziiedaikon]

Captain n Co-captain

[kyonshi-8610]

lifes fleetin do whteve yu want & die 2be a buttrfly aftrwrds

Ta p in to no blurry

[luck-of-the-drawings]

so REVENGE, HUH? or justice, if that makes you feel better. it tastes the same when cooked just right. 'I REALLY WANTED A BROTHER.' such a shame to burn a bridge you so desperately wanted to keep, especially when it wasnt even you who started the fire. especially when you hope that not a single fragment of that bridge ever washes ashore.[MAY IT ROT FAR FROM MY SIGHTS] an unfortunate loss! atleast he has his friends.

[pinemangoart]

Affirmation of self through a delectable baked good

[satorisoup]

wittle sneak peak of a full body kiri n’ katsuki wip !! >//<

[femmefaggot]

btw its like mostly lila still kickssss my feet mutuals im gonna make us play slay the princess soooo bad n go mr sims jumpscaaaare

[spotsupstuff]

Would you ever make a comic series based off your rainworld au or anything else?

i mean i already am doin comics on it and stuff, i don't know if i'd like to like... try to stick to a strict timeline when it comes to making them. i like the looseness (/lack of commitment) that comes with making what comics i want to make whenever i like or as prompted by a question

[universalheart]

here's the pagedoll version in simple black lining. i honestly almost prefer this version but i spent wayyy tooo looong drawin those stupid dandelions. song of the week is "cico buff" by cocteau twins.

[dragscore]

saeren sketchhh

[pahtoosh]

clingy Baba

[image ID: a gif of Bucky smiling and laughing made by tumblr user RansomFlanagan. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~600 words

warnings: lots of touch! Baba may have a little 🤏 problem but he’s not going to do anything about it🤭

a/n: this is inspired by the piece Attached at the Hip by @angelbaby-fics ! please go read it and support the incredible writer, Chloe! (love you Chloe☺️ mwah mwah)

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader(mostly bucky hehe) Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky

summary: a couple times where your baba’s clinginess got the best of him

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Both of your daddies loved cuddling and kissing you at every chance. Steve exercised some restraint. He wouldn’t disturb you if you were totally focused on something and often looked for you to initiate some sort of touch. Bucky, on the other hand, did not hold back. Ever.

~

Baba often interrupted you while you were coloring. Sometimes it’d be okay and you would return his kiss or be so distracted that you didn’t even notice. Other times..

*kiss*

“Baba! I was colorin’ dat”

“Oh, sorry baby!” He kissed you a few more times on the cheek as an apology. “Baba’s sorry I messed up your coloring.”

“Hmph. Da lines are all messed up.” You crossed your arms and frowned at him.

Bucky wouldn’t crack under the pressure of the best interrogators in shield, but he melted at one scornful look from you.

“What can Baba do, huh?” He sat on the floor and enveloped you in his arms. Another kiss to your head. “How can we make this little baby happy again?”

As much as Bucky was soothed from your touch, you were soothed from his too.

“It’s okay, Baba. Know it was a accident.” You pressed a kiss to his jaw.

Bucky whooped and jumped up with you still in his arms. “I’m forgiven!” He continued cheering and tossing you in the air and catching you.

You laughed gleefully. Steve, who was watching you before Bucky came in, smiled and shook his head at his two silly loves.

Bucky saw the movement from the corner of his eye. He caught you in his arms one more time.

“Uh oh, looks like Dada’s missin’ out.” He whispered. “Are you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

You nodded before shouting, “Kiss attaaack!”

~

Steve had just put you down for a nap. He cuddled you to your heart’s content and carefully snuck out of bed when you were fully asleep. As much as he’d love to nap with you, he had some chores to do and he knew it’d be good for you to become an independent sleeper.

About twenty minutes later, he went to check on you and started to worry when he saw your door cracked open. Steve always shut the door for your naps to keep out the noise. He set down the broom and ran to your door only to find Bucky removing you from your blanket cocoon. It took your Dada at least five minutes to perfect that cocoon.

Bucky hummed while he situated you in his arms.

“Hmm, hmm someday I’ll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.”

“Buck. They’re sleeping.”

Baba had the nerve to look offended at Steve’s presence. He covered one of your ears with his free hand.

“I know that, keep your voice down.”

“Why are you singing a lullaby?”

“They love Over the Rainbow, it helps them sleep.”

“Okay but they didn’t need help sleeping if they were already asleep, right?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes and turned around, continuing to sing softly and sway with you in his arms.

While he wanted to stay true to his caregiver instincts, Steve had to admit that it looked pretty cozy getting to hold you like that. He joined Bucky’s humming and wrapped his arms around his lover’s waist as they both rocked side to side with you.

Still fully asleep, a small smile appeared on your face. Even while unconscious, you knew that you were safe and so loved.

[howl-arnon]

@dorian-is-dead

You scan the room, see that he's lit several candles, and has a book on his bed. "So that's what you're doing up. fuckin- fucking nerd" you mumble. He laughs,

"Goodness- you are grumpy when you're sleep deprived" he says, moves to help you put more blankets on his bed.

"I'll kill you in your sleep." you say, "Crack open your- your fucking- I dunno- ribcage and drink all the blood." Gabriel freezes,

"What?" he asks, you look at him, eyes heavy,

"You heard me." You finish fussing with the blankets. He's standing opposite you, pupils blown wide.

" Would you?" he asks, it sounds like a plea. You nod.

"For sure." you say, roll your eyes as you see a flush rise to his face. Freak you think fondly.

Read the full thing here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49268242/chapters/145178872

Maybe I'll make a clear design for yn the next time I got the chance hehe GO READ DORIAN AO3 AAAAAAAAAA

I really love Gabriel colorin in every art of him like this, it's funny cus I actually like when he's depicted as evil but I love to draw more goofy aah art of him more💀 so you'll be getting more of this stuff.... usually I like to use pastel color or just colorful tone on an art where he's just... like this. But when it's some more serious scene I won't be colorin like this tho

I have fun making this art.

Also GO CHECK OUT DORIAN FAN FIC NOW you won't regret it lmao.

Side note here: I like how people describe him whether good or bad, maybe a bit of both maybe one more than the other. For me personally, my headcanon of him is EVIL, with a tint of sweetness, though I still view him as pure evil I like to think that he is good at making sweet gesture

[quinnysnursery]

Oh my goodness kiddo!nick blurd was outstanding, the overalls thought really won it over for me. And yes tubby time is bath time lol, that's what my mom called it growing up so it just kinda stuck I guess. Okay soooooo, I was wondering if I could get some more elaborate day out with his Dada headcanons? If that's fine.

-🧩

[🌟] little!nick sturniolo during a day out headcannons

paring : little!nick x cg!male!reader

divider credit : @dollywons

a/n : trying to come up with a title for this was way harder than it seems (lower case intended !)

🌟 when he first started regressing, nick was terrified of going out in public regressed

🗞️ "what is people see me?" "what if FANS see me?" "what if-"

🎥 but after a lot of coaxing 'n reassurance from his dada, nick agreed to give it a try

🌟 and absolutely ADORED it,

🗞️ loved not having to carry around his own backpack, or worry about speaking for himself

🎥 take all the stress away from social interactions? yes please!

🌟 his favorite places are, in order,

🗞️ the corner store for slurpees .... "cherry please!"

🎥 any restruant .... "can....can you ask if maybe i can have the colorin' menu too?"

🌟 and of course, target. "dada! new toy? pleeeeaaase?"

🗞️ imagine his wide eyes pleading with his caregiver for a pretty dolly, or a stuffie :(

🎥 adores letting YOU chose his outfits for going out

🌟 and if you always chose overalls so what

🗞️ and letting you tie his shoe laces!

🎥 "baby boy, i need you to stop kicking you feet." "oh, sorry!"

🌟 stays RIGHT by your side, hands aways interlocked

🗞️ once the two of you had to cancel plans due to rain,

🎥 poor thing was devastated :(

🌟 "but- but....you promised we could go!" "i know buddy, i'm sorry. dada didn't think it would rain." ":( you promised"

🗞️ of course, you made it up to him the very next day with a jumbo slurpee AND a new toy

🎥 little!nick my shining star 🫶

taglist ! :

@natedoeswife @blahbel668 @nicksloverrr @katw4shereee @pkfferoo @bambi-slxt @chr1sgirl4life @17twelch17 @mattssturnz @mattsturniologf444 @graceslittlecorner @zivall @hrtz4alex2211 @bimbob1tch

[ace-of-gay]

Hello! I saw that your requests were open, so I was wondering if you could maybe write a Bucky x little ftm reader where the reader has a squishy tummy and he just loves on them? I need some comfort, some mean people said some things today and I feel awful 😞

A bit of a squishy tum

Bucky x little ftm reader

1,327 words

I know it looks like alot of warning but i promise its not that bad im just extra cautious today

Warnings: age regression, bad self talk, names for caregiver and littles used, such and daddy, baby, prince etc. Items like sippys coloring books and cartoons, physical touch but in no way inappropriate whatsoever, mentions on undressing and dressing for a bath, no gender specific bodyparts mentioned but chest implied by reader using chestbinder. Rude and hateful comments from mean people at work.

Pronouns used: he him

Reader is transgender female to male

It took me forever to find this gif but its the one i wanted from the start

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Bucky got home a little late tonight, busy helping the new team member get settled in to the routine and training.

usually you refrained from slipping into smol space until he was home but it also wasn’t uncommon for him to walk through the door and find you cuddled up half asleep watching cartoons.

Around five when you got home he had gotten a notification from Jarvis that you’re in a little headspace, he knew he didn't have to worry, you had the rules and you refuse to break them.

All that being known he wasn’t surprised when walked in to find you, seated on the floor in front of the coffee table coloring in your new coloring book, music playing in the background, smiling to himself he slips off his shoes and comes over to where your sitting, situating himself on the couch behind you.

"Whatcha colorin bub?" He leans forward placing a gentle kiss to your temple, you lift up your book to show him the meticulously colored picture of a kitty from one of your morning shows. "Look at that buddy, can daddy put it on the fridge when you're done? "

You hum in response while nodding your head, he could feel his heart skip a beat, a smile making its home upon his face, you are everything to him, he truly loves you so very much.

Once done you carefully rip it out and run over to the fridge, sliding a little from your socks against the hard wood floors.

Coming back to him this time facing him you seat yourself where you previously were, staring up at him resting your cheek against his knee, sleepy eyes and a cozy smile hiding what’s truly playing in your mind, he couldn't see your apprehension.

He leans down taking your hands in his and helping you stand up, pulling you into his lap, you scoot off to the side and burying your self under his arm.

"What’s this all about?, you always sit in daddy’s lap during cuddle time" he questions while rubbing your side to help soothe you.

Soon enough your tummy rumbled and he took it as a memo that you’re hungry, but at this moment food was the last thing you wanted, well actually its the last thing 'they' wanted you to have, you were desperately hungry but their words are unbelievably loud and mean.

"Lets get you a snack, my baby boys tummy says he’s hungry" picking you up to carry you on his hip with him to the kitchen, you try to wriggle out of his hold, youre too big for that, only small boys get that, "hey, settle down baby, what's happening today?" You shake your head while your eyes gloss over.

"Do you wanna stay here on the couch while I grab you a snack? You nod letting your attention fall back to the tv show, a minute or two later he returns with a small snack and a sippy cup, passing them to you, at this time your coworkers words have been forgotten about, nibbling away at your favorite snack you offer him some as well but he politely declines your offer letting you have it.

By the time you’ve finished your snack you reach to grab at him when he stops you "whoa bugger you’ve got your hands and clothes all messy, how did that happen" he tickles your sides giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek, "goodness we gotta get you cleaned up or alpine is gonna do it for us, can you go get ready for a bath while I grab you comfy clothes and a towel?"

"Yes daddy I can do dat" you run off towards the bathroom, carefully shifting your way out of Bucky’s hoodie, leaving you in your chest binder, shorts and sockies.

You end up getting distracted by the container of bath bombs, made with safe ingredients for sensitive skin you take the container off the shelf and picking through to find a red and black one with purple swirls, setting it on the counter and continuing to get ready for your bath, Bucky walks in setting your pajamas on the counter and your towel on the lid of the toilet, "you’re such a good boy, you always listen, just let my run the water and we can get you in."

He feels the tap with his right hand making sure its the perfect so not to hurt your skin, putting the plug in he steps back "hands please, so you dont slip" taking your hands in his own he helps you keep from slipping and falling.

"Daddy! Baf bomb, please" drawing out the e sound to emphasize your desire as you point at it on the counter, he takes it handing it to you, letting you dunk it under the water, feeling how it fizzles up in your hands. Giggling and squealing with a big smile on your face "daddy feel it! It tickles"

Wrapping his hand around yours and laughing with you "it sure does, you silly boy".

He helps you wash and rinse your hair and scrub the sudsy soap on your arms, legs, having you close your eyes and hun your hands along the ridges of his metal arm to help distract you from any impending dysphoria or body dysmorphia as he washes your front.

Helping you out and drying you off. "D'ya want me to help you get dressed or do it by yourself?" He questions followed by a kiss on the nose.

"I do it myself" he nods stepping out of the room to go put on his pajamas, "alrighty bubbas if you need help just call for me"

Taking the undergarments and putting them on followed by some fuzzy pajama pants, so far so good, by the time you turn around to put your top on your coworkers hateful remarks ring in your head again, your body not looking 'normal' to her standards, her colleagues snickering and giving you 'such helpful tips' to dig her words deeper, had Bucky known what they had said to you he would have mad sure you knew they were wrong.

But what if they weren't wrong, what if- sucking in your tummy and turning to the side, running your hands down your torso feeling the way it gives to the added pressures your eyes start to well with tears.

Apparently you hadn’t heard Bucky calling to you, worrying he had opened it to see you internally falling apart over the way you look, he steps behind you drawing your eyes to him instead of what you see as imperfections.

"D-daddy m f-fat, I’m icky", it hurts him so deeply to hear you talk bad about yourself, but it's a taught way of thinking, its not within you to talk so low of yourself.

Getting down on his knees he holds your hands in his own placing them onto your tummy, "this my prince is not fat or icky, this is squishy, alive and perfect, it is beautiful an it is you" he kisses your tummy dozens of times over causing the whimpers to turn to soft giggles, he hugs you around your waist with a last kiss to your tum.

Standing up he takes his shirt off of his own back helping you put it on instead, once again taking your hands in his this time placing them on his own tummy, "daddy is squishy and soft and most certainly alive just like you, there is nothing wrong with us being soft, curvy or having full happy tummy’s, we are only human" you smile leaning into his chest, you can hear his heart at he circles you with his arms, picking you up taking you to the room, he lays down with you on top of him, your head on his shoulder giving you another kiss on the forehead to lull you to sleep.

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Thank you annon for requesting from me, im very appreciative of you, im sorry it took me couple of days but to anyone who feels like they aren't good enough because of their weight i promise that you are perfect just the way you are, i felt this one close to my heart because i genuinely understand where this is coming from.

-ace

[waddingham]

would love to hear some happy news today, hows poppy doing 🥺

aw im sorry i didn't see this before i went to bed so here have this <3

When she pushes her hair back for the fifth time in half as many minutes, this time with an adorably tiny huff of frustration, he intervenes.

"Poppy, honey, is your hair botherin' you? You want me to put it up for you?"

She nods, scowling at the game in front of her, and Ted makes a mental note that it might be about time for a haircut.

Poppy pops up and disappears without explanation, so Ted follows her up the stairs to the bathroom. He finds her on her tip-toes digging into a drawer filled with colorful hair contraptions.

"Whatcha lookin' for, hmm?"

"Here," she says, holding up two tiny yellow hair ties to him. "Can you do the plaits like Mama does, please?"

"Oh," he says, taking the hair ties. Shoot.

He has no idea how to do her braids. And he really is certain it won't be as neat and efficient as Rebecca does it.

But she's pointing those doe eyes up at him and it can't be too hard. And he would love to know, to be able to do it as easily as Rebecca, so it's about time he learned.

"That depends," he says, squatting down. "I've never done your braids before, Pop. But if you're patient while I learn, I think we can do it."

Poppy nods and he smiles, sweeping her up onto his hip as he rises.

"Alright, c'mon."

He gets her settled in front of him on the chaise end of the sofa, occupied with a coloring book. They're French braids, he knows that, and he's watched Rebecca do it, but at speeds he couldn't follow if he tried, so his first order of business is a consultation with Mr. Google.

He watches a video as he mindlessly combs his fingers through Poppy's waves, which seem to have less and less real curl by the day. He works out any little tangles with his fingers as he gets the gist of the twist.

"Looks simple enough," he mutters mostly to himself.

He gets her hair parted all the way down, knowing she wants two braids. That should make it easier, maybe, he thinks as he ties up one side to keep it out of the way.

He starts at the top of her head scooping up some hair. He splits it into three sections, then goes back to the video to make sure he's got it right when he starts crossing the side strands over into the middle. He doesn't even get to adding hair before he realizes he is way too close to her part for it to be right, and starts over.

It is tricky. Way trickier than the video or Rebecca makes it look. The first twists are easy enough, but trying to pick up the right amount of hair and add it to the bundle without mixing it in with the other two strands or dropping any is difficult.

"Oh, this takes practice," he mutters as he combs it back out, having accidentally made one strand twice as big as the rest.

"This might take a minute," he warns Poppy. "You okay with that?"

"Yeah. I'm colorin'," she assures him and he smiles. Of course she doesn't care as long as it's out of her face.

He tries to figure the best way to hold onto the strands to not make a mess of this, asking Poppy about what she's coloring as he does some trial and error. Very slowly, he starts to get it, and learns how to backtrack without having to take the whole thing out and start over when he messes it up. Which really speeds the process up.

"Okay," he says slowly, smiling as he braids the ends of her hair until they're too small to work with, bundling them together just below the edge of her shoulder. "I think we got something here."

He holds a hand out in front of her.

"Hair tie me."

She hands him the little elastic and he ties it off. It's a little lopsided as one third grew too fast, maybe a little loose at the top where he was wary of pulling too tight, but it looks like success.

It's easier the second time, now that he's got the motion down, even though he still fumbles a little bit with it. But Poppy's unbothered and he goes slow, trying to get it smoother than the other side.

He grins wide as he secures it, satisfied with the mostly-symmetrical, somewhat messy result.

"How's that, Pops?" he asks, leaning forward. "That feel okay?"

She nods, bringing her hands up to feel it.

"It ain't pullin' or anything?"

"Nope," she says, turning around with a smile. "Good job, Teddy."

He grins at her heartfelt praise as she gives him a little hug before climbing down from the sofa.

"Thank you, pumpkin," he chuckles.

She goes back to her game on the floor and he goes back to his laptop, finishing up his chunk of the coaching report. He kills some time with Poppy then, letting her explain the baffling rules of the game she's made up with the Guess Who? boards. He's just starting to think about what they might do for dinner when he hears Rebecca come in the front door.

She calls out a greeting and Poppy hops up, always eager to greet her mother. She meets her in the doorway to the living room where she gets lifted up with a, "Mummy."

"Hi, baby," Rebecca smiles, kissing her little girl's cheek. She does a double take when she pulls back though, sweeping a hand over her hair. "I didn't do this this morning, did I?"

Poppy shakes her head, smiling. "Teddy did it."

"Teddy did it?" she says, turning to where Ted is still stretched out on the floor. He gives her a smile at the look on her face.

"Well, let's just have a look," she says, setting Poppy on her feet on the couch, where she spins around.

"How'd I do, boss?" he asks.

She nods, the corners of her mouth pulled down in an expression of impressed surprise.

"Very good for your first time and not having someone to teach you," she says, giving him a smile.

"Poppy was very, very patient with me," he praises.

"He only pulled once," Poppy says, turning to her mother with a pointed look.

"Oh, unlike your horrid, evil mother who just lives to tug on your hair," she says dramatically, pulling Poppy into her arms again. She cradles her against her, tickling her belly and squeezing a giggle out of her as she continues to lament, "Oh, how terrible, how cruel she is."

Ted snorts, having heard this particular topic argued probably a dozen times now.

Rebecca drops down onto the couch with Poppy in her arms, letting out a sigh. Poppy wiggles until she gets herself upright on Rebecca's lap, who looks over her hair again with a soft smile, tucking one loose bit beneath another.

"Did you thank Teddy for painstakingly teaching himself how to manage your hair?"

She frowns as she thinks, then gasps, "I forgot!" before she climbs off Rebecca completely.

She comes to him with a sweet, "Thank you, Teddy," and presses a teeny tiny little kiss to his cheek that has him smiling wide.

"You're very welcome, baby."

[dvddyspace]

Heyos!!! Today has been a hard day an I not had much me time I been thinkin about colorin a bit, but it has been roughs (I hopes you doin wells!) 🫂

I hope you have a better rest of your day dear! I just know it'll get better for you soon. If you need me I'm here for you~