#hello thyme

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Confession time. One of my dear friends loves Clark but I think he’s really ugly and his face freaks me out 😭😭 and I think he’s kind of a shitty dad

I could tag someone here.

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a story in three acts

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seeing tyme's real-time cringing at his own flirting attempts is something that can be so personal to me

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The IDs took FOREVER but art dump

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Going to try and get through the prologue tonight but. Mmy head hurts kinda bad so. It’s touch and go

[spacegoathours]

i wanna make fanart but im not an artist of any sort so the best i could do is poorly draw extremely disgruntled thyme

Whaaaaa whhwhwhwh not an artist?!? Hell yea you are I love this!! Hehehe the pose is so great, he is just standing there, he is just a little guy!!

Thank you so much for drawing Thyme ;u;!!! 💚💚💚

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baby creature

[viaetor]

ㅤㅤa gloved hand is extended to his friend-made-opponent in between sweat, huffs and a smile. ventus’ speediness was certainly hard to keep up with—especially from dawn ‘till nightfall. “good fight—you almost had me there.” he’s pretty sure ventus was the swiftest person he’s got the chance to spar with. that guy had to have wings on his feet! but he isn’t complaining. well, if you don’t consider his grumbling when the traveller finally sits down after helping his companion up, that is. okay, maybe he’s complaining a little bit. it comes with suppressed laughter, though, when he thinks that lumine would be cursing his friend for being so fast and hard to hit. and to think aether was the most agile between the two… teyvat really changed him.

ㅤㅤ“are you sure you aren’t a knight of favonius?”

@destinywovenㅤ/ㅤsurprise starter for ventus based on our plots. ♡

[orphicmusings]

alucard and praise kink please🥺 i want to tell him he’s beautiful so bad and hear him call me every sweet thing under the sun

“hello, beautiful.” you smiled when he entered the library, the flames of the fireplace casting a soft orange glow on his porcelain face. a faint dusting of pink streaked across his cheeks when you greeted him like that. how you loved making him flustered.

“hello, darling.” he gently approached you, sitting next to you on the loveseat. “what is my clever love learning today?”

a bashful smirk reached your lips as you showed him the book from your shared ever-growing collection you’ve chosen. “herbs.” you simply explained, pointing to the diagrams of lavender, thyme and rosemary drawn about the pages. “well, specifically these. did you know that…” he listened to you ramble and watched the spark in your eyes with a certain hunger in his gaze, almost like his predator instinct was softly asking to come in. when your words got more slowed down and spaced out and you looked at the dazed expression on his face, he asked, “are you done with it?”

“pretty much, yes.” you nodded.

“good.” he threw it on the table in front of you and grabbed your face, practically devouring you in a kiss. he ran his other hand down your back and pressed you against the cushions of the sofa, only pulling away once you were flush beneath him.

“where did that come from?” you panted as he trailed little kisses down your neck. “not that i’m complaining.”

he chuckled richly against your neck, his fangs gently brushing the skin, and you gasped. “i am so lucky the keeper of my heart has such a curious brain.” he suckled at the skin of your collarbone delicately. “it is what i love most about you.”

“me reading gets you going?” you giggled breathily.

“if you want to put it so crudely, yes.” his hand rode up your nightgown, lightly groping at your flesh. “god, i want to eat you whole.” he squeezed your inner thigh, causing you to yelp. your hand in his hair tugged gently on his tresses in surprise, and he moaned. he settled your thighs on his shoulders with a simple command, “do that again.” you smiled at his firm, authoritative tone and tugged harder. another sound of pure ecstasy and debauchery ripped from his chest, all for you. he sighed into a smile. “always so good for me.” he rasped before he bit down on the flesh of your thigh.

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Hello! Do you have a favorite winter recipe? I'm looking to expand my repertoire, because I've only lived in a climate that snows for a couple years, and I don't have enough cozy, bone warming foods!

PS - I keep having to feed my cat pumpkin puree because he has some tummy troubles but he will only eat it if I gently hand feed him with a spoon. Just thought you might enjoy that.

YES HERE IS JOYOUS SOUP

(i have never actually called it joyous soup but it's what i feel everytime i make it and i feel like everyone should make it)

This soup does not have a proper recipe because uhh, my mom is bad with recipes but ALSO this soup truly adapts to whatever you have in your fridge, as long as you have 1) some kind of oil or butter to sautee things with and 2) potatoes. this is the sam gamgee make-it-on-the-side-of-a-mountain-winter soup.

Step 1. Take your potatoes—6 is the ideal but 4 works—and chop them up rough. "What kind of potatoes?" Whatever they have on the side of the mountain, Sam. You now have a bunch of 1" potato chunks or discs (I like discs). I assumed you washed them first but if you forgot you can wash them now.

Step 2. Get your oil or butter sizzling. I use about two tablespoons of butter to start and add more as I go if the potatoes don't look fully covered. I am probably cooking the butter on medium.

Step 3. You're putting the potatoes in the butter. You're pretending to fry them. Watch them get all buttery and golden and a little brown and crispy. You're thinking, man, I could eat these as they are right now. You could do that. Don't. Add garlic and onions if you have them. Add lots.

Step 4. Just as you're like oh MAN these potatoes and garlic and onions look really good fried just like this, you're going to swamp them in water. You're going to stare at what you've done and thought you made a mistake. You have not. The water should just be covering the potatoes and now you've turned the water up to high, staring at your weird sad soup pot, that smells deliciously of butter garlic onions and potatoes.

Step 5. In another saucepan, you are melting more butter (or oil, or what have you) and figuring out what else you have in your cupboard. Carrots? Those can go in. Parsnips could too. Spinach works nicely. Any onions or garlic you forgot can be added again now. Mushrooms are fucking fabulous. Leeks? Sublime. The only veg you should be avoiding are the ones that are secretly fruits (no watery tomatoes or squishy cucumbers) or the ones that you think are insipid (celery).

Step 6. You're chopping all of that up as much as you like and browning it up in the butter. You're also adding whatever spices strike your fancy. I love salt, so that's always going in, but I usually add black pepper and cayenne, and then I get fruity with it and start adding in paprikas and cumins and turmerics or corianders and thymes and basils and parsleys. It all depends on what smells right to you combined with the steams you're making, and how much spice you want kicking you later.

Step 7. How are your boiled potatoes looking? Are they soft yet? Good. Can you stick a fork in them yet, and has the water boiled down to almost nothing? Excellent. How are all your buttery brown vegetables looking? If you want to give up the whole experiment and eat them right out of the pan, it's time to make another mistake and add all your gorgeous browned vegetables to your disastrous wet potato pot.

Step 8. You now have a lot of delicious stuff looking wet and sad in your potato pot. Pour in a bit more water (or veg broth, or stock if you have it) and stir that all up. Let it stew together a bit and combine flavors. Turn it back down to medium so you don’t scorch any of your nice wet veg things. If you're fancy like my mom, you get out an immersion blender here. If you're broke and possess your grandmother's food processor, like me, you're pouring that all into the food processor with the biggest blade you have and turning it into a smoothie. If your concoction seems oddly chunky you need to add more water.

Step 9. Wet sad potato smoothie is not much to look at but now you're adding CREAM. and CHEESE. and MORE SPICES TO YOUR TASTE. If you don't have cream MILK WORKS FINE. If you don't have cheese THAT IS OKAY. If you like your soup with chunks LEAVE OUT SOME OF YOUR VEG NEXT TIME and ADD IT IN HERE. At this point, you have a gorgeous creamy soup that's soft and luscious (that's the potatoes), includes all your favorite veg (that's everything you got out of the fridge), and can go in any number of taste directions depending on what spices you put in (I've made this with Indian spices, English herb garden spices, Mexican spices, Hungarian spices—every time it's delicious and works a different way).

Step 10. I hope you have a lot of bread because you're going to be dipping it in your soup saying :) man this is a nice soup :) and knowing you can make it whenever you have weird leftovers, as long as you have potatoes and butter. and what else does a person need in life than potatoes and butter?

enjoy your joyous soup <3 i may have forgotten several steps but as long as you follow -brown some veg -add water -add spice -blend the shit out of it, you can never really go wrong <3

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

Hello! If its alright, could I request a Bucky Barnes or a Peter Parker x Reader where Reader, his s/o, wakes up from a nightmare based on past trauma fears and stuff and whoever you pick to write for comforts them? Thanks so much!

a/n: i went with bucky! that was just the mood for today. also as someone with ptsd who has my entire life had stuff also haunt me in truly horrifying nightmares, this hits home. if only i had a super soldier sleeping beside me that could hold me...

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Even well after your trembling form had snapped you up to a sitting position, it still clung to the memories your slumbering mind had just forced you to relive. 

Stirring in the bed beside you, the deep and groggy voice of your partner then quietly tried to penetrate through your haze, “Y/n?” 

Though when a stifled sniffle found Bucky’s ears, you felt the mattress dip beside you as he sat up as well. His palm found your spine in a gentle touch before you twisted to meet his gaze in the dark. 

Noticing the strangled breath that your body fought to suck in, his head tilted slightly before he uttered, “breath, sweetheart,” capturing your hand as you continued to hyperventilate, “here,” and he placed your palm on his chest, letting you feel it rise and fall steadily beneath your touch. 

Eventually, as he repeated the pattern over and over for you as a guide, your rapid heartbeat finally began to slow as your erratic breath did as well. 

As your tired eyes fluttered back shut, tears still rolling down your cheeks, you melted forward till your forehead pressed against Bucky’s.

“What happened?” he asked quietly, his hand still clutching your own. 

“Nightmare…”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he offered, his other palm shifting slightly to draw a comforting pattern on your back. 

“No,” you tilted back a bit, your head faintly shaking, “it’s the same as always. When I start to hope that I'm beginning to put it behind me, it just kicks down the door and demands that I relive it all again.”

Glancing back at you, he sucked in a pained breath before he uttered, “I wish there was something I could do.” 

A soft smile then began to crack through the nightmare’s lingering effects as you tangled your arms around his shoulders and hugged him tight. Instinctively, Bucky soon scooped your legs over his lap to cradle you even closer to his frame. With your cheek pressed against his comforting warmth, you then replied softly, “you already are…”

© 2025 thyme-in-a-bubble 

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Hello,

I have a request!!! But first a need to tell you that your works are masterpiece. Can you write please some Snape x reader. Something fluff. Maybe they’re talking about kids? What if Severus came up with idea, that he want a kid. (Severus is definitely a girl dad)

Thank you so much.❤️

I can say this basically wrote it itself. 😂

Severus is so Girl Dad it hurts in the best way possible!

so here you go I hope you enjoy.

A Future In His Eyes

The sun filtered softly through the lace curtains of the kitchen window, bathing the cozy cottage in a gentle golden glow. The scent of lavender and fresh thyme drifted in from the garden outside, mingling with the warm, comforting aroma of tea steeping in the pot and something sizzling gently on the stove.

You hummed under your breath, swaying slightly as you stirred a pan of eggs, wrapped in one of Severus' oversized sweaters—black, of course, and far too large for you, which made it perfect. Your bare feet padded across the wooden floor, warm from the fire burning low in the hearth behind you.

Severus sat nearby in his favorite armchair, a cup of Earl Grey in one hand and a worn, leather-bound book in the other. His long fingers absentmindedly traced the spine of the book as his eyes occasionally flicked over the top of it to watch you. He wouldn't admit it aloud—not yet—but the sight of you in his clothes, hair mussed by sleep, moving so comfortably in the home you'd built together… it did something to his chest he couldn’t quite name.

He took a sip of his tea, clearing his throat lightly. "You’ll set the bar impossibly high if you keep cooking breakfast like this."

You grinned over your shoulder. “So what I’m hearing is that I’m doing an excellent job.”

"Hmph," he muttered, turning a page, but the corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly in the direction of a smile.

You plated the food with a flourish and brought it over to the small table near the fire. As you sat, Severus set his book aside and reached for the butter with a grace that was almost too elegant for something so mundane.

"You slept well?" he asked, his tone casual—but his eyes scanned your face with an attentiveness that gave him away.

“I did. You were extra cuddly last night,” you teased, poking his leg under the table with your toe.

He gave a soft snort and reached for his tea again. “Don’t be absurd.”

But he didn’t pull away when your foot nudged him again. In fact, his own leg gently pressed back.

For a few minutes, silence reigned, but it was the comfortable kind—the kind born of two people so used to each other's presence that words weren’t always needed.

And then, just as you reached to refill your tea, a knock sounded at the back door.

You glanced at Severus. “Expecting someone?”

He raised a brow. “We live in the middle of nowhere. Who would be mad enough to find us?”

You laughed softly and padded to the door, opening it to reveal your neighbor from down the lane, bouncing a chubby-cheeked baby girl on her hip.

“I’m so sorry to drop in unannounced,” she said quickly, “but my husband had a bit of an accident with a rake and I need to take him to St. Mungo’s—could you watch Emma for just a little while?”

Your heart melted at the sight of the baby gurgling happily in her arms. “Of course, just give her to me.”

And as you scooped the giggling baby into your arms, Severus watched from the hearth, utterly still, his tea forgotten in his hand.

There it was—that soft ache again. The one that settled behind his ribs as he watched you cradle the tiny child like it was the most natural thing in the world. The way you cooed and smiled, the way the baby giggled and reached for your nose.

He hadn’t expected it to hit him like this.

But it did. Hard.

And Merlin help him, for the first time in his life… Severus Snape began to wonder what it would be like to have something so small and perfect, not just visiting—but being his.

The general store in the village wasn’t exactly a bustling place—just a small, quaint shop with shelves of enchanted household items, sweets, and the occasional rack of baby supplies tucked in one corner. You and Severus had popped in to pick up some tea, parchment, and a new kettle after the last one exploded in a tragic experiment gone wrong (you did tell him not to add powdered bicorn horn, but would he listen?).

You were halfway through debating between two different types of enchanted parchment when you noticed something.

Severus was… gone.

Not far, of course. You spotted him a few aisles over, standing very, very still.

You tiptoed up behind him and peered around his shoulder.

Diapers. Bottles. Teething rings that chirped lullabies. Little onesies with stars that shimmered and moved across the fabric like constellations. And your intimidating, darkly-clad husband stood in front of them like he’d just been hit with a Confundus Charm.

You tilted your head, curious. “Sev?”

He blinked once. Twice. Then turned slightly to look at you.

“…They make booties this small?” he asked, almost to himself, holding up a pair that looked more like doll shoes than anything a real human could wear.

You blinked.

“Oh, we’re here now,” you whispered under your breath, fighting a grin.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you said, smiling softly as you wrapped an arm around his and leaned against his side. “Just enjoying watching you fall headfirst into baby fever.”

“I am not—” He cleared his throat. “I was merely… curious. About the… market.” His voice trailed off.

“Mmhmm. That’s why you’re holding a pink stuffed Puffskein and stroking its fur like it's already yours.”

Severus looked down at his hands and, indeed, found himself petting a plushie.

He promptly dropped it like it had burned him. “Hmph.”

That night, back at home, the fire crackled low in the hearth, and the wind whispered outside your bedroom window. You lay in bed, curled beneath thick blankets.

Severus joined you moments later, slipping beneath the covers with a sigh. He smelled like bergamot and a hint of cedarwood, fresh from a shower, his hair damp and loose around his shoulders.

You rolled over to face him, your nose brushing his as you smiled sleepily.

He looked at you for a long moment, quiet, unreadable. Then his hand moved under the covers and rested—tentatively, then deliberately—on your stomach.

You raised an eyebrow. “Severus?”

He didn’t look at you. His eyes were on your belly. Still unreadable, still so quiet. Like if he breathed too loudly, the moment would shatter.

Finally, in the softest voice you’d ever heard from him, he murmured:

“Do you think… we’d have a boy or a girl? Hypothetically of course”

You let out a huff before reaching up to brush a damp strand of hair from his cheek.

“I think… completely hypothetical it wouldn’t matter. As long as they had your eyes.”

That got him. His throat bobbed with emotion, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. His hand didn’t move from your stomach.

And neither of you said anything more that night.

Because sometimes, the silence said everything.

The evening had settled like a warm blanket over your home, the fire in the hearth crackling low, casting golden light across the wooden floor and the rug where you and Severus sat together. The air smelled of clove and cinnamon from the tea still steaming on the side table, untouched.

You were curled up on the couch, legs tucked beneath you, your head resting lightly against Severus’ shoulder. He had one arm wrapped loosely around you, fingers drawing idle circles along your arm.

It was quiet— A shared stillness. A home built in love, not just walls.

But Severus… was fidgeting.

Not overtly, no. But you could feel the tension humming beneath his calm exterior. His fingers slowed. His breathing was measured—but a touch too deliberate.

“Sev?” you murmured, not lifting your head. “You’re thinking too loud.”

He huffed a soft breath, not quite a laugh. “Am I that obvious?”

“Only to me.”

He was silent again. Long enough that you lifted your head and looked at him, really looked. And there it was—something. In his eyes. A weight. A spark. A fear.

Your brow furrowed. “Hey… whatever it is, just say it. You know I won’t laugh.”

His gaze dropped to your lips, then to your hand resting on his chest. Then, finally, back to your eyes.

“I’ve been thinking,” he began, voice low, uncertain, “about what it means to have peace. Real peace. Not… survival. Not hiding.”

You nodded gently, sensing more beneath it.

He swallowed. “And with you… I’ve found it. I never thought I would. Not in this lifetime.”

Your chest warmed at the words, but you stayed quiet, letting him speak.

“I see you,” he said, voice rougher now, “holding that child. Smiling like that. Like… like you were made for it.” He paused. “And something in me—something I thought was long dead—wanted.”

Your breath caught.

“I want… that. With you.”

He looked away, ashamed almost. “I know it’s selfish. To want more. To want a child when we already have so much. But I do. I want a family. I want to see you with them, hear you laugh like that every day. I want to hold something—someone—we made together.”

Then, softer still:

“I never thought I’d be the sort to want this. But with you… it’s different. I want everything. Even the chaos. Especially the chaos.”

Your heart was aching, full to the brim, eyes stinging with tears you hadn’t realized were gathering.

You reached for his hand and placed it over your heart.

“I’ve been thinking about it too,” you whispered. “About us. About little feet running through this house. About a tiny version of you, scowling and adorable.”

He choked on a laugh, blinking rapidly.

“I want that future, Severus. With you. All of it.”

And just like that, the tension cracked. He pulled you into his arms, holding you like something precious, his face buried in your neck.

“I love you,” he murmured. “More than I’ve ever known how to say.”

“You just did,” you whispered back, pressing a kiss to his temple.

And with his arms wrapped around you, hearts pounding in quiet harmony, the future bloomed—brighter, warmer, and just a little more chaotic than either of you ever dreamed.

You hadn’t meant to hope—not really. But over the last few weeks, you’d found yourself lingering a little longer in the quiet moments. Holding your breath at every flutter in your stomach. Smiling softly at Severus whenever he absentmindedly reached for your hand, then hesitated… and gently laid it over your belly instead.

And now… you were here.

St. Mungo’s. Waiting room. Pale green walls. An enchanted fish tank bubbling softly in the corner. The faint scent of antiseptic and lavender.

Severus sat beside you, completely still—too still. His hand held yours, but his fingers twitched every so often, betraying the storm of nerves he would never speak of.

“They’re taking a while,” you said softly, more to fill the space than anything.

He didn’t answer right away. Then, in a low voice:

“They always take too long when it matters.”

Before you could reply, the door opened and the Healer stepped out, smiling warmly.

“Mr. and Mrs. Snape?”

You both stood in perfect sync.

“You can relax now,” she said, holding out a parchment. “Congratulations. You’re expecting.”

The words hit the air like a charm breaking—and Severus just… froze.

You squeezed his hand. “Sev…?”

His eyes were wide, mouth slightly parted, like he couldn’t quite understand what he’d just heard. Then—

He exhaled sharply, stepping closer to you, cupping your face with trembling hands. He searched your eyes as if needing confirmation it was real.

And then—he laughed. A choked, stunned, breathless little sound. You’d only heard it once or twice in your life. And this one was full of wonder.

You laughed too, eyes already wet. “Severus?”

“I… we… we’re going to have a baby,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion.

You pulled him close and as you held him, you felt him whisper against your neck:

“Thank you.”

—

You were barely showing—of course not, it had only been a few weeks. But that didn’t stop Severus from hovering around you like a fiercely protective, newly spellbound guardian.

You sat on the couch in your sleep clothes, sipping a bit of calming tea, when he knelt in front of you and gently pressed his forehead against your belly.

It was the softest thing.

No words. Just breath and reverence.

Then a kiss.

Then another.

And another—slow, reverent, as if your body had become sacred in his eyes.

“You haven’t even met us yet,” he murmured to the small, growing life inside you, “and I already love you more than anything.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, tears threatening again.

“We’re going to be okay,” you whispered. “All three of us.”

He looked up at you then—eyes shining, soul laid bare.

“I will protect you both with everything I have,” he said quietly. “I swear it.”

And in that moment, with the fire casting golden light over the both of you, Severus Snape became something he never believed he could be:

Hopeful.

—

The contractions had come slowly at first. A cramp. A twinge. You tried to downplay it, sipping tea by the window, casually noting the frequency in a little notebook.

But the moment you gave a sharp inhale and gripped the edge of the table—that was when Severus went into full-fledged panic-mode-disguised-as-calm.

“We’re going. Now,” he said, already summoning your hospital bag and wrapping a blanket around your shoulders like you were a porcelain doll.

“I can walk, Severus—”

“Absolutely not.”

The floo flared green, and within seconds, you were at St. Mungo’s, Severus pacing the maternity ward like a caged beast while Healers calmly led you through the early stages.

But the moment they told him he could come back, he flew through the door.

Hours passed.

It was agony and beauty all wrapped into one. You gripped his hand through each contraction, your face buried in his shoulder, your voice sometimes cracking with pain.

And Severus—stoic, battle-hardened Severus—was just there.

He whispered soft encouragements, wiped sweat from your brow, pressed kisses to your knuckles like talismans.

“You’re doing so well, love. Just a little more.”

“I’m here. I’m not leaving you.”

“You are… magnificent.”

And then—the cry.

A sharp, shuddering wail split the air.

Your head dropped back, breath stolen with exhaustion and relief as the Healers moved quickly, efficiently.

You caught only a glimpse—a tiny, wriggling, pink little thing wrapped in a soft green blanket—before they turned to Severus.

“Would you like to hold your Daughter, Mr. Snape?”

For a moment, he didn’t move. Just stared.

Then, with hands that trembled more than they ever had in his darkest days, he reached out.

And the moment his daughter was placed in his arms… Severus Snape broke.

He cried.

Right there, your brilliant, brooding, former Potions Master husband cried—quietly, helplessly, tears slipping down his cheeks as he stared down at her, his lips parted in silent wonder. His long fingers curled protectively around her.

“She…” His voice caught.

“She does have my eyes,”  he whispered.

You smiled, exhausted and glowing. “And your hair too.”

He let out a soft, choked laugh. “Poor thing.”

He turned to you, eyes filled with a love so complete it almost hurt to look at.

“I’ve never… I didn’t know I could feel this,” he breathed.

And then he was beside you again, carefully lowering himself so the three of you were close—his arm around you, the baby nestled between you both.

Your tiny daughter blinked up at her parents, making a soft cooing sound.

“She’s perfect,” you whispered, kissing Severus' jaw.

And with you in his arms, and his daughter on his chest, Severus Snape—former spy, former war hero, forever your husband—held his whole world.

—

Sunlight streamed through the open windows of your cottage, warm and golden, dancing across the wooden floors and the wildflower bouquet Severus had picked that morning—though he claimed it was for "her," you knew it was for both of you.

Laughter echoed through the house. Tiny, high-pitched laughter.

You stood in the kitchen, sipping tea, when you heard the unmistakable sound of padded little feet scampering unevenly across the floor.

“Dada!”

Severus turned from his armchair, instantly alert, wand forgotten on the table, potions notes abandoned. His entire world toddled toward him in a flurry of mismatched socks and raven curls that refused to stay tamed.

She crashed into his legs and immediately reached up with grabby little hands. “Up!”

He scooped her up without hesitation, holding her high above his head as she shrieked with joy.

“You’re going to give your dada a heart attack,” he said sternly—but his voice was filled with adoration, and his smile was uncontainable.

You leaned against the doorframe, heart full to bursting as you watched him spin her in a slow, careful circle.

“I think she gets that chaos streak from you,” he muttered over her head.

“I think you’re secretly delighted by it,” you shot back with a grin.

He huffed—but didn’t argue.

Later, after a whirlwind of toys, half-eaten snacks, and an enchanted lullaby mobile casting gentle stars across the ceiling, your daughter had finally fallen asleep in her crib. Her little hand still gripped a plush bat (one of his ideas), and her chest rose and fell in peaceful rhythm.

You leaned into Severus, both of you standing at the doorway, watching her sleep. His arm slid around your waist, drawing you close.

“She’s getting so big,” you whispered, head resting on his shoulder.

He kissed the top of your hair and let out a soft breath.

“She’s everything.”

You turned to him, smiling. “She really is.”

There was a pause.

And then—

“I want another one.”

You blinked, lips parting. “You… what?”

He looked completely serious. A little nervous. A little too hopeful.

“I know it’s mad. I know things are chaotic and loud and I barely remember what silence feels like anymore. But…” He looked back at the crib, softer than ever. “There’s room in this house. There’s room in me.”

You stared at him, stunned… then smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

“Are you asking because you want a baby, or because you miss me waddling around and blaming you for my cravings?”

He snorted, pulling you in tighter. “Both.”

And right there, in the dim, quiet nursery—with lullabies humming and starlight dancing across the walls—you laughed into his chest, your heart full of everything you never even knew you’d dreamed of.

You looked up at him, eyes shining. “Then let’s make some more chaos.”

And Severus smiled down at you like you hung the moon.

[thehauntedetheral]

Yandere Boyfriend X Reader having Periods

Request are open.

• You were having that time of month. The one were aunt flo came to suprise visit you.

• And now due to periods you were having period cramps which are a lot painful.

• As every other women you too hate having periods with all its pains, mood swings and bleeding.

• But thanks to your Yan boyfriend that always take care of you when you are having period cramps.

• He is total sweetheart who gives you heat pads for some relief.

• Gives you lots of cuddles, hugs and kisses while telling how strong you are.

• Does all errands and chores and tells you to rest.

• If you are having a craving even at midnight while he is asleep he goes out and bring it for you. Time doesn't matter to him when you need something. After all his darling want something and whatever they want yan always bring it.

• Restocks all your favourite food and snacks.

• Makes you eat lentils, beans, cucumber and watery fruits because he read on internet it helps to relieve pain and stay hydrated while menstruation.

• Makes you different types of ginger, turmeric, raspberry leaf, chamomile, thyme and oolang teas to help you relax your cramps.

• Makes you hot chocolate or tea, wraps up in a blanket and gives you a kiss.

• Watches with you all your comfort movies and shows while you eat your favourite ice cream bought by him at 1 am.

• Calmly deals with all your mood swings.

• Himself makes a period comfort basket which have all the sanitary products, your favourite snacks, chocolate, face mask, heat pads, all your favourite things and gifts it to you.

• Brings you your favourite flowers and a bear to cuddle with so you won't feel lonely when he is at work.

• Leaves you sweet handwritten notes to cheer you up.

• This man really loves you a lot and can't see you in pain so he does all this to help you in some way.

( Isn't he just adorable? I want one for myself so badly 😭)

Request are open.

For more yandere reading:

[sctigthesecond]

The Randomized Critters

The Smiling Critters but their roles and color schemes are swapped around which is chosen by a wheel.

Bossy Bunnyhare

(Hoppy Hopscotch swapped with Dogday)

Boss is the leader of the critters. Full of energy and very hardworking, she's willing to do anything for her friends and family. Brighten up everyone's day with her presence, she keeps the group active and close by setting a weekly activity for all of them.

Her scent is Pine

Tusker Tiredon

(Bubba Bubbaphant swapped with Catnap)

Tusker's a sleepy guy, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. He's loyal to his friends and family, often coming to the weekly activities despite sleeping through most of it. A very calming aura and a very huggable elephant, if you're having difficulty sleeping, he'd be happy to help you out.

His scent is Sage

SavvySpaniel

(Dogday swapped with Bubba Bubbaphant)

Smart and cheery, Savvy's a dog who always has your back. He knows a lot of languages and he's happy to teach you! He makes sure his friends walk the right path and encourages them to reach their dreams. A fun teacher, his classes are never boring with his bright personality.

His scent is Rosemary

Kitchew

(Catnap swapped with Picky Piggy)

Say hello to Kitchew, the cowboy in town. He's a good listener, always willing to lend a shoulder to anyone who needs it. He can lift your spirits, figuratively and literally. Despite his calm demeanor, he's easy to anger if you try anything to his friends.

His scent is Coconut

Flashy Banty

(Kickin Chicken swapped with Hoppy Hopscotch)

Quick to run into danger, Flashy's as brave as he can be! He's ready to do anything, dangerous or not. But he plays it safe when his friends are included. It's important to be safe when playing and he's there to tell you all about it. Though don't try challenging him to a race, he'll always win.

His scent is Thyme

Souffle Sow

(Picky Piggy swapped with Craftycorn)

Souffle's a hospitable gal. Whatever she bakes always turn out a delicious masterpiece. Not only that but she knows what you need when you're down in the dumps. She's a pleasure to be around with. She owns a bakery, with Kitchew being her business partner.

Her scent is Lemon

Gabby Gnarlybear

(Bobby Bearhug swapped with Kickin Chicken)

Fashionable and beautiful, Gabby likes making herself and other people look good. She works at a salon. She's confident in herself, and she often helps boost her friends self-esteem. She secretly admires Boss's capabilities.

Her scent is Wild orange

Passionpony

(Craftycorn swapped with Bobby Bearhug)

Passion is a friendly companion. A comfortable presence and a pleasure to converse with, when she's not nervous and anxious that is. Gift giving is her love language and likes to give big hugs, only around friends who're comfortable with that of course!

Her scent is Wisteria

[innisgreens]

hello, little doves!! 🕊️ to celebrate the announcement / release of THE SIMS 4: ENCHANTED BY NATURE and the long-awaited fairy occult type (i’m very much hoping and assuming), i’ve created my very first challenge — a whimsical, fairy-themed CAS challenge!

i’ve kept it short and sweet with seven prompts, and i’ve also included some vague visualizers for each for anyone who’d like a little extra inspo — but of course, feel free to go in whatever direction the prompt takes you!

𖡼.𖤣𖥧 woodland whimsy — a fairy cas challenge 𖡼.𖤣𖥧

one — dewdrop whisperer

a visualizer, if needed: soft petals, early light, mist-kissed lashes, bleary eyes, fresh fawn tracks, the hush before birdsong, forgotten earl grey tea left to cool, wild peony, young clover, sweet birch sap.

two — mushroom guardian

a visualizer, if needed: damp moss underfoot, warm soil, toadstools, a log fallen across a bog, iridescent beetle shells, the low thrum of the forest, crackling underbrush, frogs croaking in a shaded hollow, spiced cedar, moss-covered bark, black pepper, dried sage.

three — storm sprite

a visualizer, if needed: wild wind, static on the skin, the sharp bite of ozone, blades of grass, petrichor, a sky split in two, crushed violets, wild mint, windchimes, laughter on the wind, the flutter of startled birds.

four — moonlight trickster

a visualizer, if needed: a silver grin, a firefly trail, a giggle at a campfire, full moonbeams, cricket symphonies, night-blooming jasmine, smoked vanilla, star anise, plum juice.

five — keeper of the wild garden

a visualizer, if needed: smoked rosemary, a whispered secret, wildflower honey, the shimmer of a bee’s wing, berry-stained fingers, sun-warmed thyme, rosehip tea, bubbling brews on a stove, beeswax candles being lit.

six — crystal-winged regality

a visualizer, if needed: a sunbeam reflecting off a still pond, a monarch butterfly wing, the forest canopy, polished river stones, white amber, silver fir, the first frost, echoes through high trees.

seven — heir of lost things

a visualizer, if needed: forgotten buttons in the soil, a threadbare blanket, the damp earth beneath laundry hung to dry, a call from afar, chipped tea sets, the memories of last time, dried lavender, dusty rose, faded cardamom.

please tag me at @innisgreens or @cutietrait and use the #innisgreenscas tag so i can see your lovely creations!