#pillow forts

[justcozybeds]

#cozy bed #cozy beds #just cozy beds #nap #naps #sleep #soft #comfort #warmth #serene #relax #pillow forts #blanket forts #blanket fort diagrams #the coziest

[fancyfrey]

Some soft uwu pillow pile to help a tired Jedi dad sleep for once.

Based on @amarisllis ‘s lovely fic “Bad Dreams and Blanket Forts”

Also happy birthday fammuuuuuuuuuuu

#star wars rebels #hera syndulla #kanan jarrus #ezra bridger #sabine wren #zeb orrelios #chopper wasn’t invited #pillow forts #fan art #my art #fanfic fanart #star wars #soft uwu #fanfic rec

[metal-caregiver]

Building A Fort (with Ikea)

Its been SUPER rainy here and Ive been in a cozy mood...SO in light of me making a sick cave today I decided to share the BEST thing to come from capitalism... Ikea Fort Plans...

They have lots of cute ideas for all sorts of furniture pieces !! You could even combine a few and make your own designs ☔💙 Happy building kiddos !!

#age regression #pillow forts #??? how else do i tag this #caregiver #little space #sfw caregiver #sfw agere

[marvelgaynesstothemax]

Frank finding out Matt’s never made a pillow fort before because of his rough childhood and internally just being like “Unacceptable. You want a pillow fort, Matty? I’ll make you a goddamn pillow fort-“

Then Matt comes home from work only to find something like this built in his living room:

#frank castle #daredevil #the punisher #matthew murdock #gayshipsareyayships #frankmatt #fratt #lmao #just a fluffy little thought i had of the two of them #matt murdock #text post #lol #frank castle x matt murdock #cute and fluffy #pillow forts

[kamydrawstuffs]

Pillow Forts: A Step-By-Step Guide

Hello! Happy Holidays, everyone! As a gift, I’m sharing my piece that I did for the Conspire With You Zine that was completed on 2020! If you love Conspireshipping, the zine can be read on Gumroad! The main blog for this project has all the details you need here!

#conspireshipping #thiefshipping #deathshipping #oh boy too many XD #yugioh #ygo #pillow forts #art zine #conspire with you

[giggly-squiggily]

Pillow Fort (Spy x Family)

Heyo! It's official: I love Spy x Family! The characters are absolutely adorable and the show is hilarious! Naturally I couldn't resist writing a fic for the series!

This is a bit of an impromptu collab with the wonderful @helloitsghost! Thank you so much for convincing me to watch this show friend! We've decided to do a drawing + Fic for the series, and here we are! I hope you like it!

Summary: It's raining, canceling the day's plans for Anya and her family. Thankfully Yor has a backup plan for such days!

“Anya, do you want to make a pillow fort?”

It was the weekend, the rain outside pounding at the windows of their little apartment. Anya had been sitting by said window, hand pressed against her cheek gloomily as she watched the dreary weather. They had made plans- a little picnic for the three of them to go on when Loid got back from his work. At the time, the sky was as clear as it could be.

Now it was gray and thunderous. Anya was sure it changed on purpose.

She turned to her momma now, green eyes curious. “What’s that?” She asked, earning a shocked look from Yor. “Wha-you’ve never made a pillow fort before? Why, it’s possibly the greatest thing since an actual fort!” Smiling, Yor stood and struck a pose. “When me and your uncle Yuri were children, I was known as the great fort crafter! No one could beat my grand designs!” Despite her proud words, her smile seemed almost sad. Still, she carried on, offering a hand to the small girl before her. “Would you like to come and see what your momma can do?”

Anya didn’t need much of a push, giggling in delight as she jumped from her spot by the window, taking Yor’s hand. “Let’s do it! Pillow fort! Pillow fort!”

~~~

Yor wasn’t kidding when she said she was a fort master. Granted, she hadn’t had much competition growing up, but that didn’t mean her skills were shabby.

Together, the pair gathered blankets, pillows, couch cushions, just about anything and everything you could think of for a fort. They dragged away the coffee table to make space, and using the now barren couch, began their work. Anya was a creative genius, Yor decided, the little girl knowing exactly where she wanted each blanket and cushion for the inside of their fort. Her little face was screwed up in concentration, and she practically glowed whenever Yor complimented her work.

For her own task of building the structure, the assassin went all out. She dragged over chairs to increase the height, and created a “door” of sorts with two different blankets. By the end of their hard work, they had assembled what to be a dome-like multicolored masterpiece.

“It’s perfect!” Anya cheered, clapping her hands as she took it all in. Yor laughed, holding up a hand. “Great job Anya!” she told her, grinning when Anya high fived her. “Why don’t you get everything inside set up while I make us some fort snacks?”

At the mention of snacks, Anya was practically jumping for joy. “Oh yes please! Can we have the treat papa made? The peanut bwittle?”

“Brittle, dear, and of course we can.” She booped her nose and turned to the kitchen, leaving Anya to get cozy. Just as she was about to sort things, the door opened, Loid shuffling in. “Oh, Loid! Welcome back.” She called.

“Papa!” Anya practically sprinted from the fort, clinging to Loid’s leg and nearly sending the man tumbling. “Whoa- careful! Hello Anya.” He laughed when she shuffled higher, picking her up and hugging her close. “Papa! Momma and I made a fort!” She cheered right into his ear, making him cringe. “I see- wow, what a great fort.” He nodded at the mass of blankets, both surprised at just how many they had but also impressed. “Have you picked a name for it?”

“A name?” Anya considered this, humming in thought. “I don’t know. What’s the fort name, Momma?” She asked Yor, who had just finished getting the snacks in order. “The name…we haven’t picked one yet, have we?” She stepped forward. “We’ll think of one-”

That was when disaster struck. Yor’s foot caught on one of the chairs she placed, sending her off balance. Her assassin instinct kicked in, saving her and the plate of snacks she was holding.

What had not kicked in was Loid’s own reaction time. “Yor-” He darted out to steady her, his foot accidentally kicking into a support pillow. Within the span of five seconds, one of the walls had collapsed, thus bringing down the fort.

“Oh no…” Anya whispered, voice sad. “Momma’s fort…”

~~~

Yor blinked at their hard work, taken down within seconds. Loid looked absolutely guilty, shame coloring his cheeks at the disaster he unintentionally created. “Oh- oh man, I’m really sorry- it was an accident, I’ll help you rebuild it-”

“Anya.” Yor spoke, something in her voice made the pair freeze, turning to her. “It seems a monster has invaded our fort…”

The little girl gasped, understanding flooding her eyes. “Oh no! Where is it?” She looked around, acting as a scared princess amongst an attack.

“I’m not sure, but they’ve made their attack.” Yor slowly started to approach the pair, eyes dangerous. If it weren’t for the twitching smile on her lips, Loid would have been convinced she was about to kill him. “Yor…what are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m saving the princess...,from the monster!” She darted forward, hands latching onto his sides and tickling. “Take this, foul being!”

“Ah! Wahahahit! Whahahait nohohoho fahahhahair!” Loid cried, twisting away as Yor got him under the ribs. Of course she’d wait until Anya was in his arms before attacking! Speaking of, he felt the tiny girl’s hands reach out, scribbling at his chest and neck with mischievous intent. “Hehe, Papa’s the monster!”

“Nohoohohohhow hoohohohohold on! Wahhahahahahait! Gahahahahhaaha! Nohohohohot thehehehehere!” He giggled helplessly when Yor found a particularly bad spot just behind his ribs. He wasn’t getting out of this anytime soon.

Time for drastic measures.

“Wahahhahhahahait, whahahahhait time ohohohohout!” He cried, taking a breath when Yor and Anya stopped. Quickly he put Anya to her feet, twisting so he was facing the wide eyed brunette. “A monster, huh? Fine then- allow me to show you my true form!” He roared playfully before grabbing Yor around the waist, squeezing along her hips and earning a shriek of laughter. “Loohohohohohohohid! Wahahhahahahhhait! Ahehahahahahhahaha! Ahahahahahahnya heheheheheelp mehehehhehe!” She cried, cheeks flushing a lovely pink as she weakly pushed against the bigger man’s chest.

“Ha! If you think it will be that easy to escape, you're sorely mistaken!” Heh, her laugh’s kinda cute, his thoughts played out.

Momma and Papa are flirting, Anya decided, feeling herself smile.

“I’ll save you Momma!” She cried out determinedly, grabbing a nearby pillow and smacking Loid’s legs with it. The older man gasped in mock shock, acting out as if he’d just been weakened. “Oh! Oh no- going down!” He cried, slowly falling to the ground as Anya hit him with her pillow once more. “Ah, it’s too much! The pillow! Gah!” He let himself fall backwards, a monster finally slayed.

“He’s down Momma! Get him!” Anya cheered, dropping her pillow and tickling Loid once more, making him spasm with a laugh. “Ay! I’m ahahhahahahready deahhahad!” He cried, catching her in his arms and tickling her in return, making her squeal. “Ahehahahhahahha! Mohohohohoohmma hehehehehelp!”

“I’m coming princess Anya! Hang on!” Yor was back in the fray, a battle of tickles reigning on.

~~~

They hadn’t known how long it’s been, but soon the three found themselves lying in the mess of blankets, breathless and giggly. Anya had fallen asleep against Loid’s chest, soft snores echoing from her lips. Yor was on his opposite side, her long hair scattered behind her like black wings as she smiled softly up at him. “She’s so sweet, isn’t she?” Yor asked, nodding to the pink haired girl snoozing softly.

“She really is. Hey um…I really am sorry. For breaking your fort.” Loid turned to her, that earlier guilt touching his eyes. “You guys worked really hard on it, so…”

“It’s alright. Forts are made to be taken down.” Yor nodded, snuggling over and resting her head against his shoulder. “Besides, what mattered was that Anya had fun. Fort or no fort, we made her day great. So thank you for that.”

A warm feeling settled in Loid’s chest, and he felt himself smile. “Yeah. Thank you too.”

Thanks for reading!

#Spy x Family #tickle #tickle fic #pillow forts #anya forger #Loid forger #Yor briar #wholesome fluff for the soul #I'm having so much fun with this series

[kookicat]

Pillow Forts Are For Sleeping

"What the fuck are do you doing?" Eliot asks, as Quinn adds yet another pillow to the already-full bed. The double is almost hidden under them, and a quick scan tells Eliot there's at least six, all huge and puffy in the way only luxury hotel pillows are. There's an honest to God bolster on the bed which Eliot would swear on Parker's life wasn't in the room when they came in. 

The room is a long vaguely L shape, with the bathroom around the corner and a tiny kitchenette tucked away next to it, leaving the main space for the two beds and a plush couch the colour of a fading bruise. 

Quinn is already dressed in loose cotton pyjamas. They're dark royal blue, with a subtle pinstripe, long sleeves folded nearly back to just below his elbows. Coupled with the slight but unmissable sheen to the fabric, they scream expensive. His feet are bare, curls falling untidily around his face. 

"Getting ready for bed," Quinn says, innocently, in a way that makes Eliot want to throw his single pillow at the other man. He refrains, because he really does need it to get the best night's sleep and he's worried that throwing it will just add it to the pile that's already heading towards critical mass. Visions of exploded pillowcases and duck feathers and stuffing floating through the air race through his mind, and he rubs his eyes at the thought. He's not even sure where or how Quinn got the pillows, would suspect Parker, only she's been with Hardison all day, placing cameras for the big payoff that's coming. I only went down to the van, he thinks, and there's part of him that's reluctantly impressed with Quinn's stash. 

"Quinn," Eliot says, and squeezes the bridge of his nose, trying for patience. "I've seen you sleep in a puddle. I've seen you sleep under a table on a concrete floor. Hell, I've seen you sleep standing up-" 

"That was For The Job," Quinn says and Eliot can hear the capitals on the words. "This is Not For The Job. And it's cold outside." He pouts, shuddering. 

"It's not cold," Eliot says, exasperation and fond irritation bubbling under his ribs. "We're in fricking New Orleans, Quinn." Eliot glances out of the window. The street below them is quiet, light shading from dusk towards night proper, but he can see four or five people. Every single one of them is in a t-shirt and before Eliot can even dig into that, Quinn digs into the pile next to the bed and pulls out a blanket. The logo on it is distinctly not for their hotel. 

"Quinn…" Eliot starts, with a sigh. "Where did you even get all of this stuff? I was only gone for a couple minutes." 

"I have my ways," Quinn says, with a smug smile that makes Eliot want to throttle him. The blonde glances at Eliot's bed, still neatly made, down to a single pillow. The others are somewhere in the pile on Quinn's bed. He shudders and shakes the blanket out. "Buddy, if you wanna sleep like a monk then be my guest, but I need to be comfortable." 

"Like a monk?" Eliot splutters, and rubs at the headache rapidly developing above his right eye. "I knew letting you and Parker watch that damn weird detective show was a bad idea." He sighs, shakes his head, and sits on his own bed, because despite himself, he's curious to see exactly what the monstrosity Quinn is building will end up like. 

Quinn adds another blanket. The floral pattern on it is familiar, and Eliot rubs his hand over his mouth to hide his reluctant amusement. "Does Sophie know that you've got that?" he asks, because he's pretty sure it's the blanket she insists she needs for any journey over an hour. Brits, he thinks. They think anything longer than an hour is a long journey. 

"Yes," Quinn says, too quickly, and scowls when Eliot's eyebrows hike up. "If you don't want to wake up bald tomorrow, you better not tell her," he adds, pouting, just a little, and it takes all of Eliot's self control not to snort at that. 

"Just give it back to her, please, before we drive home. Listening to one of you whine is bad enough without Sophie joining in because you've nabbed her favourite blanket." 

"I don't whine," Quinn says, with a frown, like Eliot has insulted his personal dignity. He tugs at the blanket in irritation. 

Eliot just stares at the other hitter, then shakes his head before he bends to slip his boots off. They go neatly next to the bed, where he can find them in a hurry. "You want the bathroom first?" he asks, and gets a distracted grunt and head shake back. "Well, have fun," Eliot says, and grabs the ratty shorts and t-shirt he likes to sleep in. His toiletries are already in the bathroom and he steps into the shower with a quiet hum of relief, letting it wash the day off him before he gets to scrubbing. 

Nine minutes later, after a longer shower than he'd normally allow himself, he towels dry and slips into his PJs, gathering his dirty clothes through long habit and stashing them in a laundry bag next to his duffle.

There's fancy tea in the kitchen nook and he fills the Keurig with water and sets a pod brewing. It's a habit he's picked up from Sophie and he'd roll his eyes at that, only he's come to cherish the few minutes of peace and quiet it gives him. 

"Quinn, you want a coffee?" he calls, because the other man swears that it helps him to sleep and Eliot has seen it in action enough times that he's stopped questioning it. 

There's no answer, and Eliot abandons his cup, heading to the bedroom area. Quiet, peaceful snores assume him that all is well, but what stops him in his tracks is the monstrosity Quinn has created. And is happily sleeping in, apparently, Eliot thinks, and rubs his eyes, in case that will help. 

It doesn't. The bulging mound stays exactly the same and despite himself, Eliot is quietly impressed. 

"You built a fricking pillow fort," he murmurs, and shakes his head. 

There are two rows of pillows stacked high, supporting the blankets. Eliot isn't sure exactly how the entire thing hasn't collapsed and smothered the other hitter, and he doesn't want to get too close, just in case, but he ducks enough to peek under the blankets. 

Quinn is curled like a cat, arms and legs wrapped firmly around the bolster, a single pillow wedged under his head. He's sleeping on top of the comforter, and Eliot snorts. I said it wasn't cold, he thinks. His eyes are drawn to Quinn's face, relaxed and peaceful in the dim light. It makes something warm pinch in his chest, fierce protective fondness and exasperation rising in equal measures. It's the same thing he feels towards the rest of the team, and it should surprise him that the other hitter has eased so quickly onto his list of Very Important People, but it doesn't, not when the other man has been spending so much time around the team. 

Quinn shifts, and Eliot steps backwards, out of his sight, because he sure as shit doesn't want to be caught staring at the other man. 

It's been a long day, and he's weary, body tired but brain still spinning away, so he collects his tea - Lemon Zinger, made from real lemon, lemongrass and hibiscus, or so the box says, and pulls a battered novel out of his duffle. He's reading Lady Audley's Secret, something he'd picked up months before to prepare for a job they'd never had to work in the end, but it's perfect for before bed, and if he's honest, part of him really wants to find out how things work out. 

He settles himself comfortably on the bed, single pillow behind his back, and flips to the marked page. The pillow shifts, and he tugs at it in irritation, pulling it back up so his shoulders aren't resting against the wooden headboard. It's not the most comfortable position, and he glances at the other bed, wondering if he can take another pillow without risking a structural collapse and more whining from Quinn. 

One can't hurt, surely, he thinks and stands, crossing to the other bed, eyeing the structure for the best candidate. None seem like a good choice and he gives it up as a bad job, retreating to his own bed and fluffing his pillow. It seems hardly adequate and he can't stop the huff of annoyance as he looks back at the other bed. 

"Next time, I get the fucking pillow fort," he mutters, and picks up his book again. 

"Told you," Quinn says, sleepy but smug. "Pillow forts are excellent for sleeping." 

#leverage #eliot spencer #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #fluff #mr quinn #Part of the QWAT universe #pillow #pillow forts

[tereox]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: ARC Commander Blitz & ARC Commander Havoc & Shaak Ti Characters: ARC Commander Blitz (Star Wars), Shaak Ti, ARC Commander Havoc (Star Wars), Clone Cadets (Star Wars) Additional Tags: ARC Commander Blitz-centric, POV ARC Commander Blitz, Family Fluff, Clone Troopers as Brothers (Star Wars), Pillow & Blanket Forts, Planet Kamino (Star Wars), the cadets get to play, let's just say that the kaminoans all went on a big conference or something, shaak ti has nothing to do with it, definitely not, Cute, Vod piles Summary:

The cadets hear about pillow forts. They immediately decide they have to build one, and rope ARC Commander Blitz into it.

#my fanfiction #star wars #tcw fanfic #the clone wars #arc commander blitz #arc commander havoc #shaak ti #clone cadets #pillow forts #soft #family fluff

[dustyshelves]

does anyone want to make a blanket fort with me and makeout??

in a totally platonic best friend kind of way ofc

#troy and abed coded #troy and abed are my roman empire #pillow forts #community tv show

[shark-with-legs2]

#reddit #r/coolguides #pillow forts

[electricfied-wolf]

THEY'RE JUST KIDS. THEY'RE JUST LITTLE FELLAS. I LOVE THEM ALL 💖💖💖

#fnaf movie #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie spoilers #fnaf spoilers #I'm miffed at the people who hated the pillow fort scene #THAT WAS THE BEST SCENE. THEY WERE SO CUTE. #Reminder that they are literally piloted by the ghosts of children. Little kids. They're literally a bunch of like 8-10 year olds. #THEY JUST WANT TO PLAY AND BE LOVED DAMMIT 😭 #they're not killer monsters they're poor innocent children who were murdered and manipulated by a horrible person!!

[montereybayaquarium]

Did someone call for a cute bigeye octopus moment? 👀 🐙

Like most octopuses, the bigeye loves a homey hiding place and scrumptious shrimp snacks! Our aquarists use an acrylic rod to lure the octopus out for a little tug o' war and target practice. These enrichments are all a part of a balanced diet to keep our octopuses happy and healthy. What snacks make you feel happy?

#monterey bay aquarium #inkcredible bigeye cutie #melting not just one but three hearts #is this what it feels like to crawl out of a pillow fort to grab a cookie?

[intotheelliwoods]

I got.. so huggy and cuddly with this one oops.

Takes place very shortly after the last update!

Masterpost

#if you saw this post this morning no you didnt #2 arms left #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #future leo #leonardo hamato #yeah the huggy leos™ is just my brand at this point isnt it #but did you know they are also cuddly and snuggly. #they are everything do you understand #sprouts just chilling here this whole time #poptart cant sit still for the life of him #I love them #poptart just wants to be close to sprout and get shell rubs #no he cannot find one singular position to stay in the whole time #sprout is but a jungle gym to him #a very big comfy pillow even #sprout is but a blanket fort #a very nice warm one

[weepingwidar]

Maud Madsen (Canadian, 1993) - Pillow Fort (2022)

#maud madsen #art #painting #pillow fort

[spring-scrap-rt]

boring doodle i thought was a funny idea :)

#sorry there’s no kinger #he was hiding from the camera in his pillow fort #i’ll draw him to make up for it #i promise #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc ragatha #tadc caine #tadc zooble #tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc gangle #tadc kaufmo #ragatha tadc #caine tadc #zooble tadc #pomni tadc #jax tadc #gangle tadc #kaufmo tadc

[lina-studen]

I like this contrast a lot: the three main misfits are still processing disagreement over a murder attempt while the other part of the gang is just being all cozy and homey, making a literal pillow fort!

#i spent like 10 minutes in google trying to figure out how the pillow/blanket fort is called in english #nevermore webtoon #eulalie nevermore #berenice nevermore #morella nevermore #nevermore webcomic