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chaosandmarigolds · 1 month

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(slowly sets random sting ray plushie I got for my birthday down) Brain-rot. so I present Dad!Simon and Ollie at the aquarium

Simon! Who was currently two weeks deep into babysitting oliver and it being the middle of summer almost everywhere and everything had been exhausted

"Library time with Miss Rue?"

Ollie frowns from his ice cream,- which you would murder simon for if you found out which is why they were both sworn to secrecy, "MIss Rue is jus reeed-ing Peter Bunny again. No want."

"No want." Simon echoed slowly, leaning against the kitchen counter as he tried to think.

"Big mall?" "No..."

"The zipline park?" (A normal park with a little kid zipline)

"No."

"The animals?"

"Nope. Momma said we stinky after animal."

Simon nods again, the local farmer's markets would normally have a little petting zoo- so that had also become a staple. "She did- rightoo laddie. Okay...okay, let Mister Riley think for a minute."

Ollie nods to his babysitters words and takes another hefty bite of the ice cream, "We could....we could see fish? We see fish."

"Fish?"

"We go fish, in-in big pool."

Simon who spent ten finding which aquarium within a fifty mile radius had the best reviews because if he is...might as well make it memorable

Simon who made sure Ollie wore is water proof shoes because...well he just knew the kid was going to jump into the little kiddie water pad the aquarium had

Simon who packed a towel and change of clothes for that exact reason too

Simon who so has baby shark stuck in his head

Simon who once the tickets are purchased is already trying to trick the tyke down, basically playing marco polo

Simon who held up Ollie without a second thought to see the Jelly fish, telling him how he was once stung while he was down in Japan, smiling to the childs laughter

Simon who spends the extra fifteen dollars so Ollie could feed the stingrays, keeping an arm looped around him to keep him stable

Simon who of course notices the looks he's getting from the group of moms, he ignores them though

Simon who tried to politely turn down the one who came up to him, nice woman, seemed kind- yet...she wasn't...you

Simon who had to get more firm and did lie when she wouldn't get the message-

"Listen lady- I could kill ya without even blinking 'n you are really testin my patience so ho' bout you leave me 'n my son alone before i get annoyed?" Just how he assumed it would've gone down the woman became flustered and excused herself, meanwhile, Ollie was still being held in the air to look at the catfish.

Ollie looks to Simon as he then lets out a sigh and adjusts his grip on the boy, "Ister Riley?"

"Yeah, lad?"

"Mommy said killing people isn't nice."

Simon clears this throat, "Mum is real smart like that."

Simon who gets Ollie a plushie and teehsirt

Simon who feels really proud of himself when Ollie is fast asleep for the entire car ride home

(annnnyway thats it<333 any feedback and all that jazz means the world to me!!)

#simon riley imagine #simon riley fanfic #cod x you #simon riley x reader #cod fluff #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #coco's chaos <3 #mw2 ghost #ghost mw2 #dad!ghost #dad simon riley #dad!simon riley #xfem!reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #coco’s pre k universe! <3

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soft--dogs · 3 months

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Ever wanted to be a marketable 90s fad that was doomed to fail? Well now your dreams can come true! For just $30 a character I will draw your fursona or character as a floppy beanie plushie :3 DM me if you're interested in grabbing a slot! I'll send you a quick form to fill out ^w^ Commission rules: - This is for art only! NO physical beanies are being made. - This is not a YCH! Poses may be similar but each one will be unique. - Character designs will be simplified!! - I’ll make it as accurate to your character as I can, but keep in mind these are supposed to be a little silly and wonky. - MUST have ref sheet or image I can work from. - No clothing, naked beanies only. - Accessories (glasses, piercings, etc) CAN be added but please specify! Otherwise they will be NUDE. - Small items/ props can be added for an additional charge! - If there is a certain style of beanie not listed here you want me to draw, feel free to ask if I can do it! I only drew a few examples, but there’s more out there. - A lot of this is customizable, so if you want different tag color, no tag at all, whiskers/no whiskers, a different species on a certain beanie style, etc, I’m open to ideas! - Payments through Paypal invoice only. - Turnaround time for these will vary. I’ll be working on them in between my regular commissions. Feel free to edit your commission and use as memes, icons, stickers or whatever! As long as you’re not selling it, you’re good x) Update: I had increase the price on these, they're taking me a lot longer to finish than I expected! I'm averaging about 4-5 hours to complete each beanie. Also I've had a pretty big demand for these, so my queue has gotten pretty long! Expect completion times for new slots to be about 2 months.

#sorry i made this way more complicated than it needs to be xD #tldr i'll draw your fursona as a beanie for $30

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cryinganabell · 5 months

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oh no they turned into marketable plushies

THE PRINT I MADE FOR @/justtheclippy 💞

THEIR SHOP IS OPEN GET THEM HERE💥💥

http://streamily.com/amandahufford

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc fanart #the amazing digital circus fanart #tadc ragatha #tadc zooble #tadc jax #tadc caine #tadc pomni #tadc gangle #tadc bubble

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muchosbesitos · 5 months

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here, spider spider

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

contents: masturbation (m), oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it 🤨), use of pull out method, orgasm denial

author’s note: hope you all enjoy and i hope you had a good nye :p

word count: 1.7K

inspired by this ask lol

You've been ovulating.

And it's been torture for Miguel.

Your scent covers every inch of the house when he comes home, almost taunting him since he wasn't able to do anything about it. Every time that he came back from work, you were either already asleep or you were out doing errands. He'd even resorted to masturbating once more, something he hadn't done since before the two of you started to date. Luckily for him, you'd worn the red lingerie that he adored so much so he was able to use it for his depraved fantasies. The material bunched around his fist as he slowly dragged it through his shaft, precum slowly dribbling onto the pretty bow in the middle.

The tangy smell of your discharge clouded his mind as his hand wrapped around his cock, pushing the flimsy material up and down. He looked over at you as you slept, seeing the way that the nightgown slightly raised above your thighs. He felt perverted as he jerked himself off, knuckles starting to turn white as he tightened the fist wrapped around his cock. He couldn't help himself though, you just looked so pretty when you slept with your lips parted and arms wrapped around a Spider-Man plushie you'd bought to support a flea market vendor. The worst part was that his fist couldn't replicate the feeling of your cunt, his orgasm offering no sense of euphoria afterwards.

He'd left the house before you had the chance to wake up, his frustrations following him into the workplace. "You don't think you should chill on the recruits? You've been working them like a pack of dogs," Peter had taken notice, teasing Miguel at every opportunity that arose. Miguel pushed him away with a small grunt, unwilling to entertain the obvious bait that Peter was setting in front of him. "You look stressed. Maybe you should let us go home early," Peter had told him before lunchtime, an idea sparking up in Miguel’s head after he said that. "Maybe I will," he muttered to himself, looking through the monitors to make sure nothing too catastrophic was occurring.

After scrolling for a while on social media, you'd discovered a couple of reviews about a Sol de Janeiro lotion that was presumed to attract wolf spiders by mimicking their mating pheromones. While that seemed to warrant the lotion a one star review by the people affected, you couldn't help but wonder how it would affect your boyfriend. You knew that he must've been struggling to contain himself with the smell of your hormones lingering around the apartment, planning to intensify that feeling by adding the body butter.

"Are you sure you want to buy this? Some of our customers have been complaining that they're attracting spiders," The Sephora associate at the counter asked you after scanning in the product. You were certain that it was the best purchase you could've made, an investment towards your pleasure if you will. "I'm sure, but thank you," you responded, putting your card into the reader and grabbing your bag after the payment processed. The butter itself didn't seem too special when you scooped some up into your hand but you were willing to indulge for the sake of the experiment. After lathering the butter onto your skin, you dressed up in your nightgown and waited for him to get home.

"¿Mi cielo? Ya llegue," Miguel called out from the living room, the sound of the front door closing behind him. (my darling, i’m home) "In the bedroom!" You called out, his heavy footsteps padding closer and closer to you as he made his way through the apartment. He came into the bedroom, having to take a step back as the scent engulfing the room made its way to his head. "Did you buy a new perfume or something?" He asked, sitting down on the corner of the bed as he pressed some buttons on his gizmo. The material of his suit disintegrated, leaving him completely exposed to you. "Or something. Why, do you like it?"

You hoped that he did, you'd had about two spiders crawling on you before he came home. He brought his head closer to your legs, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head as the combined scent of your arousal and the lotion overpowered his senses. "I don't just like it, think I'm starting to love it," he murmured as he licked a stripe up your leg, already starting to feel his cock pushing into the mattress. He ignored the growing arousal leaking onto his shaft, focusing on the task that was presented right in front of him. He spread your legs open, exposing your cunt. "It's like you've been wanting this. No panties underneath that nightgown?" He mused, bringing his head closer as he started to kiss his way up your thighs.

"Wanted to be all ready for when you came home," you responded, the words slowly dying out on your tongue as he ran his tongue through your folds. His eyes shut closed as your arousal coated his tongue, the different amount of pheromones lingering in the air making it difficult to maintain his composure. He wanted to take his time with you, ease you into it but his cock throbbed with anticipation. His tongue pushed in and out of you, fingers spreading your folds open to expose your cunt to him. Your hand made its way down to his hair, fingers running through the strands before slightly tugging on them.

His fingers replaced his tongue, the thickness of his middle and pointer filling you up with ease. They were longer than some of your toys so he was never able to go in knuckle-deep, but he enjoyed the way you seemed to write underneath him with just half of them inside of you. His tongue started swirling around your clit, eyes opening and locking up on yours as he gauged for your reactions. While he enjoyed tasting and eating you out, the one thing that he enjoyed the most was listening to the way that you moaned out his name. Especially when you tried to give him a broken segment of a sentence, unable to speak from the sheer bliss that he brought you.

Your thighs enclosed around his head, holding him in place as he sucked on the swollen nub. "Oh fuck Mig! Don't stop!" You moaned out as you felt his fingers curl upwards inside of you, the tips hitting that spongy spot inside of you. Your toes curled as he hit that spot inside of you repeatedly, the grip on his hair tightening as you felt yourself growing closer and closer to your orgasm. He pulled his mouth back just as your cunt tightened up against his fingers, the prospect of your orgasm subsiding as he did so. "Why'd you do that for?" You protested, a small smirk appearing on his features as he got on his knees. "Only place you'll be coming around is my cock, princesa." (princess)

He brought your legs up to his shoulders as he aligned his cock with your entrance, the tightness of your cunt engulfing his tip as he pushed it in. The arousal from the prospect of an orgasm that was rudely ripped away from you made it easier for him to slide in, though every inch of his cock made it seem like it was pushing past your limits. "Tan apretadita. Have I been neglecting you for too long?" he teased as he felt your walls flutter around his cock, struggling to adjust to the sensation of having him inside you once more. (so tight) All you could do was nod along to his question, receiving a small chuckle in response as he retracted his cock. "I'll make it up to you," was all that he said before he pushed his cock back inside of you.

He was unable to help himself, bringing his head closer to your legs as he smelt the remnants of the butter lingering on your skin. The angle that he was thrusting in allowed for him to hit deep inside of you, the tip of his cock almost reaching your cervix. "You take it so well for me, made to take this cock," he told you, looking down to meet your eyes. You looked so needy, laying there and taking everything that he had to give you. His thighs slapped against yours with every thrust that he took, his pace speeding up to fulfill the desire that had been building up towards this moment. The sounds of skin slapping together mixed along with the scent of your arousal and the moans slipping from your mouth, the room reeking of sex.

"Mig, Mig," you started out, unable to finish the sentence but you didn't need to. He just tell from the glassy look on your eyes that you were close to your orgasm, his pace remaining the same as his cock pushed in and out of you. "I know baby. I’ll be nice this time and let you cum," he cooed, his thumb coming down to your clit to stimulate the bud. You felt a small shudder running down your spine at the contact, your legs starting to spasm as you slowly approached your orgasm. Your walls clenched around him tightly, almost sucking his cock in deeper as he thrusted into you. When your walls unclenched, your arousal completely flooded his shaft and formed a creamy ring at the base of his cock.

He had half the mind to fill you up with his cum, knowing that his sperm would take much easier given the state that you were in. He reluctantly pulled out, giving himself a couple of strokes as you got onto your knees. Your doe eyes stared up at his while you swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock, hand wrapped around his cock as you pushed it up and down his shaft. He let out a small grunt as he reached his orgasm, some of his cum drooling down your chin. You swallowed the sticky residue, one of his fingers coming up to your chin as he cleaned what had leaked out of your mouth. He brought his head down to meet yours, his lips meeting yours for a passionate kiss as your eyes fluttered shut. His cock grew hard again within seconds, the smell of the butter still managing to last through the previous session.

"Get on your stomach, hermosa. We're not done for the night."

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palaeoplushies · 10 months

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Advertising on Twitter vs Tumblr

I was thinking about the different tone/personality of the two websites I advertise most on, and I definitely prefer Tumblr but I reach a more professional/sciency audience over on Twitter, but also there's so many restrictions on what you can say there and still get it seen. This has only gotten worse recently and we all know why. I think I have four main groups of people who enjoy my work, there's a bunch of overlap:

Animal enthusiasts (These people either really love one specific group of critters, or really love animals in general.)

Obscure pet owners (They love their fish and are delighted that someone, somewhere has made a plush of their specific favourite species)

Furries (Love y'all, tend to buy the BIG plushies, usually the mammals)

Researchers/Scientists (These people love one specific group of animals and they're studying them, sometimes want a plushie for outreach but usually it's secretly for themselves)

Honestly I fit into all these categories and that's why I think I draw this kind of person to my work, because ADHD will not let me do anything I personally don't enjoy. So, where abouts do you think you fit best?

This might seem like market research or something but I'm literally just curious and will forget the results in 2 seconds and it will not impact how I do anything in future business-wise because I have the forwards thinking capability of a slug.

#small business #palaeoplushies #plushies

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sealed-valkyria · 2 months

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Immediately wanted to draw better (poorly made) marketable plushie

Hold beeter, worship beeter, love beeter

(Srry if I keep getting their name wrong like an idiot lol)

Two???

(Someone on Twitter threw a plush of Beeter at them - they were confused to who is out there making plushes of them (aka just an employee).)

#not my art #beeter #ask #seabunny-humaniod #lethal company oc #my oc #mycharacter

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alllgator-blood · 1 month

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tHEY ALL SOLD. THE DAY OF RECKONING IS UPON US

I MADE THE EXECUTIVE DECISION TO BUY THE LAST REMAINING MARKETABLE BISHOP PLUSHIE BECAUSE A SECOND ONE SOLD OUT TODAY.....I will not confirm which one it was until it arrives. Am disappointed the poll didn't decide my fate due to divine intervention, but I'd rather have one of these doofuses than have the last one also vanish 5ever. I contacted the maker to see if there'll be a restock in the future, so if you guys end up voting for the one I didn't get. I'll get that one in the future <3

THEY'RE SO GOOFY LOOKING, I SHOULD'VE POSTED PICS SOONER BUT I DON'T THINK YOU CAN PUT PICTURES ON POLLS. I made a poorly drawn tribute to these goobers because they're so silly I need them all:

Thank you to everyone who voted on the poll and again I am so sorry it didn't go according to plan but I definitely cannot control when people decide they desperately need plush toys of the antagonists of hit indie game Cult of the Lamb (2022)

EDIT: I TALKED WITH THE MAKER. THEY'RE MADE TO ORDER. THIS IS STILL HAPPENING. THE WHOLE GANG WILL BE MINE.

#cult of the lamb #MARKETABLE PLUSHIES #somebody in my ask box already made the sopping wet milk webkinz joke about kallamar

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rorywritesjunk · 7 months

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I will never ask you for anything, Except to dream sweet of me

Look, everyone has some kind of secret. You just didn't want Buggy to find this one out. Rating: PGish, honest. Warnings: None really. Girlfriend references making one threat. Buggy feels just a little bit insecure. A/N: I wrote this quick and had fun with it. I wanted some light hearted fluff nonsense. For once no one is having a bad day in this. Song title comes from "Heaven, Iowa" by Fall Out Boy.

Whenever you knew Buggy would be gone for several nights in a row on raids, pillages, and whatever he did when he was gone for nights on end, you made sure you had your own way of coping with missing him. It was hard not having him around in bed to keep you company because hey, you loved that silly guy, but you also had your own needs, and one of those needs was tucked in a box in your side of the wardrobe underneath some shoes. He never looked there because you always put away the laundry, so whenever he was gone you made sure to sneak it out and keep it in bed with you.

You expected him to be gone for four nights total, which was perfect because you knew if he discovered what you had he may be offended or mortified that you used it as a substitute for him. Buggy was sensitive about certain things, you have known this, which is why it was a secret. You never told him what you bought during one of your grocery runs. You couldn’t help it when you saw it. You needed it.

Again, four nights. Buggy wouldn’t be back for four nights. That was fine with you, but what you didn’t expect was him to show up on the third night as a surprise.

It was late when he showed up in your shared quarters. He was a little disappointed to find you asleep, but he took notice that you were in one of his shirts and on his side of the bed, even using his pillow. He tossed his jacket over the back of a chair and set his captain’s hat on the seat before making his way over to you. You had the covers pulled up to your nose as you slept, looking adorable and peaceful.

Yea, he was definitely going to wake you up because he wanted a kiss.

He pulled the covers back and leaned down, only to freeze when he saw what was clutched to your chest.

“What the fuck is that?” He demanded, waking you up from your slumber. Your head was spinning from the sudden wakeup call and it took you a moment to realize he was standing there.

“Buggy!” You exclaimed as you tried to hide what you didn’t want him to see under the blankets, but he was too fast, snatching it out of your hands as he held it out at arms length, looking a little horrified. “Let me explain!”

“Where did you even get this?!”

“Buggy!”

“I don’t… what is this?!”

“I miss you when you’re gone!” You told him as you scrambled out of bed to try and snatch it from him. He held it out of your reach. “I bought it at the market, okay? Some little old lady was making them!”

He stared at the little plushy that weirdly resembled him, from the orange captain’s hat all the way to his nose. Buggy touched the plushy carefully, turning it over as he inspected it before touching the nose. “Who made this?”

“She based them off wanted posters. She's made a bunch of different pirates.” You huffed as you finally snatched it from him. “I just miss you when you’re gone, so I bought it, but I was embarrassed and didn’t want you to get weirded out, okay?” You poked him hard in the chest accusingly. “And you said you’d be gone for four nights, Buggy! Why are you home a night early? I didn’t want you to know about this!”

“We finished early.” He said, his eyes never leaving the little plushy in your hands. “And I missed you.”

You pouted at him. “Well, I missed you too. I always miss you. So I have this little Buggy to hold while I think of you, but I’m never going to ask you to stay when you gotta go do stuff, okay?”

“That’s not to replace me, right?” He asked, pointing at it.

“What? No!” You told him. ��I’d never replace you!”

He reached for it and you hesitated for a moment before handing it over to him. You didn’t want him to wreck it because you adored it, but you also didn’t want him to be too weirded out by it. “Look, if you really don’t like it, I’ll get rid of it…”

“No, I don’t want you to get rid of it.” He said as he looked it over again. The construction of it was pretty durable, and the clothes were made to come off if desired. He touched the nose, finding it held on by just a few stitches. He frowned at that.

You hesitated when you saw he noticed that little detail. “I told her she needed to add your nose. She… didn’t include it when I picked it up so I told her to add it or else.”

“Or else?” He glanced up at you with a bit of a smirk. “Threatening old ladies now, babe?”

“It wasn’t you without the nose, Buggy!” You shot back as your cheeks flushed, both from the slight embarrassment of this whole situation and from recalling the conversation with the old woman. “She didn’t think it was necessary and we argued, and finally I told her to add the nose or else she wouldn’t have a booth anymore.” You huffed. “I may have overreacted, but I love it.”

He flicked the nose of the toy before handing it back over to you. “Keep it on your nightstand if you want, I guess.”

You took it back and gave it a hug. “Really?”

“However, If I catch you hugging it while I’m home and in bed with you then I’m torching it.” He warned you.

“Ass.” You retorted with a grin. “I love you.”

“Yea, whatever.” He muttered as he took it out of your hands and tossed it on the bed before grabbing you and pulling you in for a kiss. He mumbled against your lips, “Love you too, babe.”

btw if you've never seen the Buggy plushy this is what inspired this because I bought it and it's so ridiculously cute.

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy opla #buggy x you #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy

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bonefall · 4 months

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Could the cats make little toys? Like making plushies out of plants or figurines out of rocks and sap or something?

70% of the toys they make are weaved or whittled. I actually made a small scene in the outline (which HOPEFULLY, i keep saying this, should be out Soon TM) of Darkstar's Commandment where she creates a wicker ball as a gift for Reedshine

^^^ These are willow balls! If you have access to willow trees, you can make these really easily. For Clan cats, it's a sign that you're a really good weaver, and making these is a big favor because they're naturally quite brittle.

These are the basis of the famous "mossball." Pure moss doesn't keep its shape if you kick it around; a wicker skeleton is stuffed and covered with moss so it doesn't hurt if it bonks you in the face. Usually, these are just kept in a pile somewhere any anyone can go grab and use one for games.

You can customize a ball for a specific person by sourcing some leather or linen, and then sewing it around the skeleton. WindClan has the market cornered on this sort of thing because of how many rabbits they hunt, but for RiverClan, SkyClan, and ShadowClan, pelts and flax are pretty valuable and not typically wasted on crafting good mossballs.

(SkyClan in particular is more likely to just trade kittypets for their excess toys.)

Even the best Clan cat artisans only whittle the sorts of figurines we might associate with small children. They're sharp-edged, simple, and look a lot like these;

They don't have "polish" figured out yet, so nothing they make looks "smooth." Some cat's going to figure out that they can rub the edges against the nearby exposed sandstone, but I'd leave that for a bit of a "genius" like Dustpelt or his mentor One-Eye to figure out.

They can also be made out of clay, but that's more common in RiverClan and WindClan where wood is scarce.

Figurines are often directly commissioned by deputies and senior warriors for use in strategizing, ESPECIALLY in WindClan where they have a history of needing to "visualize" the various parts of their open moor in battle plans. They can be simple toys, but these can get pretty elaborate as it's seen as a bit of a status symbol if the deputy's "pawn" of you is fancy.

Basically, it means you're important enough to be frequently included in battle plans, so much that YOUR pawn is customized. These will often be buried with the warrior, or passed down to their living descendants.

Figurines show up a lot in "channeling." The illegal, direct method of summoning the dead by bypassing StarClan. They aren't "consumed" by the ritual like more organic tokens, so someone who does a ton of channeling of a specific spirit will often end up crafting one of these.

There's various other toys too, but they're generally not soft or stuffed. Clan cats don't have "plushies," since they require a LOT of textiles and sewing which they can't experiment freely with.

And to close out;

Glue is made from animal hide, and is another one of those "high-quality" materials mostly used by artisans and patrol heads.

Making pitch from pine is dangerous; go here for a tutorial on that

Sap's not a great adhesive, but works fine for kittens just having fun.

Whittling, weaving, and molding are the skills usually used to make toys.

Yes, they make toys, and they love to play with them.

Most "crafts" Clan cats make are communally owned, personal belongings are usually very special.

#Did you know I have 1700 asks #I'm trying to answer some old ones :SPARKLE:#clan culture #Better bones au #Toys #Clan Crafts

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whalesforhands · 4 months

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kaizen daycare! 3

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“Are ya gonna follow us home t’day?” Megumi rubs at his little eyes as his puppy-themed socks come to a stop before you, trying to stifle an incoming yawn. He sounds hopeful, dare you even say, excited.

“Daddy said you were gonna eat at our house too.” He’s suddenly holding his arms up towards you, asking to be carried as he awaits with still half-opened eyes.

“Oh? Megumi-kun, are you excited about moving in?” You’re bending down, your hands picking him up and supporting his weight, letting the child’s head loll and rest against your chest. His cheek squishes against you, a sleepy comfort overtaking him once more now that he’s in your arms.

“Mn.” You feel him press his ear against your heartbeat, smiling at the steady, slow vibration, his innocent eyes already starting to close once more as he cuddles himself against you, getting comfortable in your embrace. “I just wanna see you there…” His words trail off with his sleepy haze, going limp in your hug as he finally falls back asleep.

You feel a blush overtake you at his words, the gentle chime of a nursery lullaby flowing into your ears, accompanied by the adorable snores of your other children as you sat upon a nearby cushion with a sleeping Megumi in your arms. So cute.

Maybe it was a good idea to accept their family’s invite afterall?

——

Sometimes, you’re utterly at a loss for words at a certain trio within your class. Even as Mimiko sips on a cup of milk whilst sitting on your lap, Nanako humming, sprawled out on the floor next to you and drawing with her plethora of crayons and Megumi playing with the toy trucks by his sisters.

(“Hmm…” Mimiko leans back, staring up at you, hands fiddling with her now empty milk carton. She’s always been one to speak her mind.“(name)-sensei…”

“Mm?” You look down at her, snapping out of your dazed out trance, your fingers that were mindlessly combing through her hair stopping abruptly.

She doesn’t respond, her eyes scrutinizing you as you give her the moment to collect her words. Is something wrong? Did her milk taste bad? You had the same one, you don’t think—

“You’re so pretty.” Just as pretty as her Papa and Daddy. Maybe even more? She’d have to ask her plushies one by one later on who they think is the winner. She’s betting on you.)

“Nanako-chan, do you need me to call him? It isn’t like your Papa to be late…”

“Nope!” She pops the ‘p’ as she skips over to her cubby. “It’s realllll good that we’re the last ones left, and so earlyish! Pap— We thought we were gonna have to wait longer!!” She digs around the frog themed backpack, her tongue stuck out in concentration before she pulls out her phone.

Her very expensive, high-tech, latest in the market phone that was leagues better than yours and probably costed around an entire month of your salary. “Papa said to just text him if he’s late, and Daddy’ll come zooming the fastest around!”

That was approximately 4 minutes ago.

“(name)-sensei, (name)-sensei! I drew this for you!” A sheet of A3 paper is thrusted into your face, a burst of colour that dyed your eyes in fascinating intrigue as they slowly focus in on the drawing.

Matching blonde and brunette bobs, right next to a darker ponytailed brunette and spiky black. Shiny, smiley faces that were drawn on with an attempt to scribble the characters of their names just above them.

Though, that wasn’t the main focus. You notice 3 more figures upon the paper, characterized by neon-blue crayon for eyes, another having long shadowy black for hair… And the unmistakable pink of your apron you wore for work.

(You can’t even deny that it’s you. You saw her peeking over and trying to see and copy down your name embroidered onto the top of your apron.)

“That’s a wonderful drawing, Nanako-chan! What made you want to add me in?” Megumi and Mimiko have now gathered near you, squeezing in under your arms to stare at their sibling’s art work.

“That’s cause we love (name)-sensei a wholeeeeeee lot!” She draws a circle in the air with her arms, the widest circumference she can go. “Wayyyyy more than this!”

We…? Why, you feel flattered— A knock at the door sounds, a boisterous voice disrupting your train of thought.

“Daddy’s here!”

——

“But Nanako wants to sit on (name)-sensei’s lap!” A pouty complaint as she tugs on her dad’s jacket, narrowed brown squinting up at him as she hugs her frog plushie backpack close to her.

“Nope!” The grown man makes an X cross with his arms. “Papa’s gonna have my head if you’re not in your booster seat.”

“Then you sit in the back and Nanako will drive!” She’s determined to be able to be next to you on this short drive back.

You’re already helping Megumi buckle himself into the booster seat, a sleeping Mimiko all strapped in as her soft breaths are barely heard. You notice the soft, chubby fingers that rests themselves over your hand just as you were about to pull away.

“Hmm? Megumi-kun, what’s wrong?” He says nothing as he stares at your hand, eyes downcast and as if too conflicted to let go. “I dwon’t want you to go…”

You think you’re going to die from cuteness.

“I’ll be with you real soon, okay?” You ruffle his hair, watching as he grunts lightly at the sensation before he lets you go.

It isn’t long before Gojo gets his blonde daughter to behave and obediently settle next to her siblings, hugging her plushie close as she receives a wave from you from outside.

It’s just you and their other father now.

“Gojo-san, thank you for offering me to drive me back.” You’re smiling up at him, oh so innocently. It almost makes him want to—

“Sa. To. Ru.” You feel a tap to your nose at the last syllable. “We’re gonna be neighbours, aren’t we?” He sends you a charming wink. “Plus, I don’t mind driving you back. I’d even it rather be a regular occurrence, if you left it up to me.”

(S-so forward! Isn’t he scared of what his husband will think?! Driving another adult around so casually in his car!)

“That isn’t necessary at all, Gojo—“ You see him pout, his cheeks starting to puff up. “Sa…Toru-san. You really don’t have to.”

“Hmm.” He leans in— Almost intimately close as you back off slightly, your back coming into contact with his car. Vibrant blue stare into your own, as you tilt your head in innocent confusion.

“You know, (name).” His voice trace over your name with such a deep, almost fulfilling tone that makes your heart stir. “I’m been kind of worked up lately.”

An arm that extends past, lightly brushing your hip as he gets the door for you. Except… He doesn’t seem to be opening it anytime soon, choosing to box you in between the car and his body. “You could say that I’m even a little… Excited.”

(“Oh? I suppose it is a little nerve wrecking to have a guest over when you just move in.” You nod, ignoring the warmth that was exceedingly close to your waist, your gaze still holding his own intense orbs. “Even I wouldn’t dare to invite someone over when I’ve barely got everything set up yet, so I get you, Satoru-san.”

He blinks, the tension diffusing in mere seconds before he starts breaking out into a boisterous laugh, tilting his head downwards towards the ground and a hand over his mouth.

“Ahaha! That’s right, sensei!” You’re so cute.)

——

“Hello!” A sparkling set of eyes and rocking feet, hands clenched into excited fists that pump into the air. “Welcome to our new house!” A little girl no older than 3 or 4 appears in front of you, her brown hair fluttering with her bouncy joy that radiates off of her in waves.

“My name is Tsumiki! I like drinking strawberry milk and being praised!” She ends her introduction with an eager V-sign, bright teeth out in a grin and eyes upturned into the cutest little crescents, before she flattens her arms at her sides, bowing to you. “It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

“My, you’re so polite.” You lean over to pat at her head, your bag long placed on top of the counter at their genkan. “I’m (nam)—“

“(name)-sensei! You live in the apartment right next to us, you work at the kindergarten my brother and sisters go to, you’re super, suuuuper sweet like kikufuku mochi and, and—!” Her eyes are sparkling more intensely, practically reflecting a constellation of her thoughts as she looks up at you. “And you’re even super, super pretty!”

(Even prettier than all the other times she’s seen you.)

You’re honestly at a loss for words right now. How much are you talked about here…?

“Mmm, but I suppose calling you sensei when you aren’t my sensei is a little strange, right, sensei?~” She’s strangely playful, big grin and eyes that gleamed with something you can only describe as a yearning want.

She taps her chin in thought, eyes averting to the side and upwards as if in deep thought. “Ah!” She claps her hands together. “Can I call you Mama?”

(W-whaaaaaat?! So upfront!)

“Please, please?” She’s already wrapped her arms around your legs, her pouty, mischievous eyes pleading up at your blushing form, her head buried into your tummy as she’s on her tiptoes.

You’re blushing hard— Your eyes swirling with bashful shyness that makes you so, so nervous. Sure, she’s adorable— So forward and so cute pleading you like this…! You did always tell yourself that you wanted kids—

“Now, now Tsumiki. You’re teasing our poor guest too much.” A tut and a ruffle of her head from behind as an all too welcomed figure appears.

“Papa!”

“Geto-san…!”

“I’m sorry. She takes after Satoru a little too much in that sense.” She turns his gaze downwards. “Tsumiki, help me set the table, please.”

“Okay!” And she patters off, socked feet against the wooden floors as she skips away. “Talk to you later, Mama!”

(Ohhh… You feel like you’re going to burn up from gratified embarrassment… You like the way it sounds but it’s so embarrassing—! Especially when she’s not your child…!)

“No, no, Geto-san. It was lovely being able to talk with her! You raised all your kids so well!” You’re gushing as you talk to him, a hand pressed over your stuttering heart, letting him lead you around, not even noticing the hand that had intertwined with your own as you lost yourself to your overactive mind.

“I sometimes wish they were my own.” You’re turning sheepish, body turned slightly to face his with the still all too cute, all too adorable smile of yours. He stops in his tracks, fingers closing in on your face to brush a strand of your hair back, the graze of his skin against yours makes you shiver in a sense of delight… It always felt strangely— Good whenever he does this.

(He can make that happen, you know?)

“Trust me, sensei—“ He feigns a tired sigh, pulling away, causing your shoulders to slump in visible disappointment, much to his adoration. “They can be up to no good if they want to be.”

Now that you’re actually in their house, it definitely feels a little high class. Their cushions that looked and felt like they were too out of this world, their curtains looking a little glamorous… Not to mention how amazingly soft the couch you were sitting upon felt…

You were so sure you passed by your own apartment next to theirs not too long ago. Now you’re not even sure if you’re even living in the same realm of possibility…

“Dinner’s about to be finished up. Do you mind waiting a bit?”

“If you don’t mind,” You tilt your head to the side as you watch him. “I could lend a hand.”

——

“Gumi, c’mere.” Tsumiki beckons her younger brother towards her, the little boy waddling over with his towel wrapped around him, dripping with water as he holds onto his sister’s hand.

(It’s normal for them to wash up a little bit before dinner, they’ll take their bath later.)

“Don’t they look like a marriage?” A proper one. Like in those late-night soap operas one of her Mother’s ‘friends’ used to leave on. The way Papa is smiling as you taste test his cooking, the way Daddy tried to eat whatever you touched, the way you all laughed in an emotion that cannot be anything else but utter joy.

“Get— Suguru-san, I think it needs a little salt.”

“Mm, is that so?” He doesn’t even hesitate to place his lips onto the spoon you had just used, tongue peeking out to lick up any leftover remnants that could be there. “It might be the lack of dashi stock. I need to go to the market soon.”

“Oh, there’s one nearby, I could show you—“

“Suguru! No fair! I wanna taste too!”

“Aren’t you meant to be helping the kids dry off, Satoru?”

“Mmm, I will if I get fed!” He opens his mouth towards you, “Pleaseeeeee? I’m getting hungry!”

You’re the one. Tsumiki knows you are. She just does. Her grip on the door frame tightens ever so slightly, a twinkle of longing, of yearn in her gaze.

“Better than Mother ever looked with any of those men…”

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It’s very important that you do not leave the nap room for very long during naptime. You went out to do some administrative work and you came back to a crying Mimiko that was biting into her plushie, trying to silence herself so as to not disturb the rest while she huddled into a corner and silently wailed for you.

“(name)-sensei…! D-don’t leave Mimiko again…!” Her tears are soaking into the front of your apron, her small hands gripping onto the fabric of upon your shoulders as she clung onto you. Desperate, scared.

The other children do not like it when you’re not around. Stay in the rooms with them.

“Aww, I thought I heard something from outside. Was it you, Megumi?” Geto Suguru soon scoops up a blank, sleepy little boy dragging a blanket in.

“Oh? What do you have in your hands for me, Gumi? It’s—“ He continues to smile. “Are those my… Contact lenses? Thank you very much…” The transparent item is plopped onto Suguru’s open palm, a silent Megumi burying his face into his father’s chest soon after.

What a peculiar child.

#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #satosugu x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader #kdc au

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WEARING A PRETTY OUTFIT FOR HIM ♥︎

this popped into my head as i was cleaning out my closet. hope you lovelies enjoy!

tags: Arataki Itto, female! reader, fluff, teasing, lots of touching, smutty

-> you decide to surprise Itto on one of your date nights with a brand new, pretty outfit. however, the way it hugs your body makes him drool, wondering if the two of you should just stay home...

reqs open!

"itto? are you okay, hon?" you ask worriedly. as soon as you opened your door once the oni's heavy palm knocked on it, his jaw fell and his crimson eyes widened.

even when you asked him a question, no response came out. he continued staring quietly - which was very unusual. itto never did anything quetly.

"holy fuck, baby!" he suddenly exclaimed, wiping his face off shock. "you look.. wow. i mean, wow wow WOW!"

you chuckle at his praise, a soft tint rising in your cheeks. you catch one of his much larger palms in your hands, gently leading him inside your house.

as soon as he was inside, the oni made himself comfortable, sitting at the edge of your bed. that same dumbfounded yet extremely amused look still sat on his face as he looked at you, his demon eyes scanning the entirety of your figure.

"wow, sweets, ya' haven't shown me that one before!" he exclaimed with a large, toothy smile on his face, looking like a mesmerized puppy. if he had a tail, it would definitely be wagging.

but yet, his words were the truth - the silk, red dress you were wearing was purchased only the day before, and it was having its debut.

"oh, i got it yesterday at the market! this one was imported from liyue harbor, isn't that amazing? i love the gold details and this black bow on the back!"

oh, he loved them as well. gold, red and black were itto's favorite colors, of course he liked seeing them on you! especially on a short dress that barely covered your plump curves! hell, any color would look great on that perfect body of yours!

your hair was put up stylishly and elegantly, exposing your soft neck and that little almost-faded bite mark that itto left on you the last time you went out. the dress was short-sleeved, perfect for this early-summer weather, and so tight that it perfectly showed off your figure. and fuck, your slender arms that always eagerly wrapped around his biceps, and that beautiful waist he loved to hold, and those incredibly sexy hips he kneeded whenever he had the chance... and that beautiful plump ass that made him lose his mind, and holy shit, those heavy, pretty tits that were so beautifully framed by the heart neckline...

it was making itto lose his mind.

"it looks incredible, love bug! the dress is so pretty, but honestly, it's only that gorgeous 'cause you're wearing it, baby"

you smiled at his compliment, walking a few steps closer to him.

"aww, itto... you're so handsome too, you know? my big, handsome oni..." you say, your palms on his cheeks as you kiss the top of his head.

as soon as these words left your rosey mouth, his greedy hands grabbed your ass, sharp claws digging in the soft flesh. he looked up at you from his place on your bed, that same smile on his face.

"aww, sweets, you're makin' me blush over here! i try my best, ya know, gotta clean up a lil' if i'm takin' my girl out!"

clean shaven, with sharp eyeliner that for sure took him multiple tries (untill he just gave up and let Kuki do it) and a little bit of gel in his mane, you could tell itto really put in the effort in his appearance!

suddenly, he got up, offering you his hand: "c'mon, love bug, give me a little spin, yeah? go on, show off that pretty little dress, baby!"

you did as told, spinning around to give him a better view. he drooled at the sight, his hands instinctively grabbing your plushy tighs and running under your dress.

"itto!", you scold through a laugh, "don't do that, we're supposed to go out tonight!"

with a toothy grin on his face he pulled your bodies closer, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

"aaww, but- but, sweets! we don't have to go out, yeah? we could stay here, you know? get nice and cozy, have a night in? yeah? you'd like that, baby, hm?"

every word he uttered was followed by a squeeze on a part of your skin, your tighs, hips and ass constantly violated by his playful yet suggesting grips.

"no, sorry babe, i'm hungry! but we're definitely having a "night in" later..." you seductively say, batting your eyelashes at him. "plus, if you like this dress, you're gonna go crazy about what's under it, too"

his eyes go wide as you walk out the door, motioning for him to follow you.

"you're such a little tease, love bug..." he growled as he followed you, one muscular arm wrapping around your waist.

"and you have to promise me you'll give me a nice, long fashion show later with whatever's underneath that dress, 'kay? even if there's nothing there. especially if there's nothing there!"

#genshin impact #arataki itto #itto #genshin arataki #genshin itto #genshin #genshin fluff #genshin lime #itto fluff #arataki itto fluff #itto x reader #fluff #suggestive #female reader #requests open

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