Domaystic comes from “domestic” + “May” and it's a prompt event that runs throughout May with a list of 31 prompts for its 31 days. And also 5 alternatives are back. The overall theme is that of the domestic trope: anything inside, outside, beside the house or that has that normalcy flavor of everyday life.
Anyone, in their own way of expression, is welcome to use the prompts and create: fics, art, gifs, podcasts, whatever tickles your fancy, there are no restrictions. For any questions or such, the ask inbox is always open :)
Hello, all! I’m @staticmothhell, stepping in for g. to make sure we have Domaystic this year! I’ll be doing my best to run it in the same way, so you all hopefully won’t notice too much different. The one thing is that I’ll likely be slow and/or erratic with my reblogging during May. Rest assured I’ll still be reblogging everything tagged as properly (as described below).
Thank you all for your patience with me!
-> Text prompts and more details under the cut!
Text prompts:
1. Dressing up
2. Quitting a bad habit
3. Tea or coffee
4. Unspoken message
5. Pillow fort
6. On the windowsill
7. Family recipe
8. Reassurances
9. Unlabelled container
10. Back of the closet
11. Fun-sized candy
12. Sharing
13. Cancelled trip/event
14. Startled by sudden appearance
15. Playing hooky
16. Cleaning the gutters
17. Bedridden
18. Relaxing evening
19. Play date
20. On the top shelf
21. Hair brushing
22. Being overheard
23. Stuck lock
24. New pajamas
25. Laughter
26. Getting a sitter (baby/pet/house)
27. Holding hands
28. Asking for advice
29. The next step
30. Put on hold
31. Coming home early
5 Alternatives:
A. “Don't give me that look”
B. “Don't make me choose”
C. “Don't tempt me”
D. “Don't stop on my account”
E. “Don't you have something to tell me?”
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As with the previous years, the domaystic2026 collection will be open from May, 1st. On the profile page you'll find all the info and prompts as well.
Do-May-stic Day 22. Being overheard (Roronoa Zoro x reader)!
I'm a Sanji girl through and through but... Sometimes Moss head got me acting out.
CW- Mentions of a spicy night, teasing, other than that just fluff!
Word count- 222
It should have been a normal breakfast. Another day on the great open sea. But the other crew members gave you strange looks. Nami smirked as you grabbed some food and sat beside her.
“Sooooooo… Sleep well?” She asked. You smiled and nodded your head.
“Oh yeah. Practically like a log for a chunk of it.” You replied. She rested her chin in the palm of her hand. Elbow leaning on the table.
“A chunk, huh? So you were awake for a part of it?” Nami continued. You raised an eyebrow.
“I… I guess you could say that….”
“Anything keeping you awake? Something on your mind? Or someone?” Her tone shifted to a teasing sort. You took a sip of coffee but completely spat out the mouthful when Robin smiled and said
“Don’t try to hide what happened between you and Zoro last night. We know everything.”
“E-Everything?” You spluttered between coughing.
“Everythiiiiiiiiiiiing~ We knew you two would hook up eventually~” Nami giggled as you hid your face in embarrassment.
“H-How did you…”
“We heard you for starters. The walls are thin between cabins. And of course, there’s that.” Robin pointed to your chest. You glanced down, realising you’d grabbed one of Zoro’s tops instead of your own. A groan escaped as you face planted the table, causing the plates to rattle.
a/n: not the first kingdom of marionettes fic i wanted to do but like i mentioned, my wip pile has gotten a little away from me. so please enjoy some cute sfw fluff with Jestyn while I work on the ahem other fics
"Your Majesty," Jestyn purred. "What are you doing?"
You looked up sheepishly, biting your lower lip. You saw Jestyn's eyes narrow in on the action and released it. You hands stopped their motions.
"Well… I saw a big pile of pillows. And…" You gestured.
You couldn't entirely explain it. Something about this place made you feel like a kid in some ways. Whimsical and enthusiastic in a way you hadn't since you learned about bills. The pile of pillows had immediately called to mind an evening in your living room, a flashlight placed under red and yellow tissue paper, sleeping bags unrolled on the carpet, and a den of pillows that you taped paper stars on.
"I see. Are you dissapointed in our fortifications, Your Majesty? Shall I call for Knighter?"
"No! No, that's fine." You couldn't honestly say that you had ever gotten over the scare of first meeting Knighter. And while you knew he was just meant to defend the Kingdom… you were always waiting for the day he would say you were a threat again. "It's… really its just for fun. Not for defense. It was silly."
You started to deconstruct the begginings of your fort, pulling a pillow from the top of it, and felt Jestyn's hand clasp over yours.
"Well if it's for fun, that makes it very important, doesn't it, Your Majesty?" His voice curled around the words like his fingers around your hands as he pushed the pillow back to its place in the pile. "Silly and fun are, after all, the domain of the kingdom's jester. How may I assist you?"
You instructed him, showing him how to overlap the pillows and where to tie blankets. You found some craft paper in the office and didn't ask too many questions on why it was there.
Jestyn brought some translucent yellow and orange scarves to serve as your "campfire" and draped them over your flashlight in the center. There seemed to be an infinite pile of pillows to create from, and by the time you were finished you could comfortably sit in your pillow fort.
"Now what do we do, Your Majesty?" Jestyn climbed into the fort with you, his long legs folding comically to accomodate the lack of space.
"We… well, the last time I did this, I was just a kid. We made paper stars and told stories about the constellations."
"Oh, I think we can do a bit better than paper stars," Jestyn said.
With a snap of his fingers things turned… different. The same way things did on stage, it looked a little too real while still being out of paper. You could hear the crackle of the fire in the center. A wind whistled through the upper corners of your fort. And stars…. great swaths of stars and nebulae decorated the inside of your blanket topped cavern, Stars twinkled in some constellations you recognized, and many you didn't. You fell back onto pillows that no longer smelled slightly musty, but now smelled like fresh earth and campfire smoke. Jestyn lay gently down beside you, lying down so his head was next to yours.
"Tell me about the constellations, Your Majesty," Jestyn asked.
You found your arm raising, pointing to the stars you recognized.
"That right there is the big dipper. See how it makes a ladle shape? And if you follow the line… there. It looks less impressive with all of the extra stars, but that's Polaris. It's the north star. If you're ever lost, you can follow it north. Or use it to guide you based on where north is, if you're not going north, I guess."
"I see. Tell me more," he asked, his voice soft with an emotion that you were scared to name.
"Sometimes, the big dipper is called Ursa Major because with the stars there and there it looks like a big bear with a long tail. The story of it is about a man named Hercules…"
Grey, chunky, was it... bubbling? Something definitely not from this world was currently in the Chip N' Dip's kitchen fridge. You and Idia currently stood before it, hypnotized, yet equally weary of its existence.
"We cannot let Azul see that at ALL. He's gonna have a god-tier freak out if he sees...whatever that is in there mingling with the ingredients he chopped up."
He was right. Azul would insist on cutting up new ingredients while ranting about "quality" and "possible health risks". You'd rather not go through one of his business talks today, so you thought up a plan. Grabbing a pair of dishwashing gloves, you reached into the fridge. Carefully, you set the container down on the floor as Idia grabbed a spatula.
"You plan on eating that?" you asked, raising a brow. "Wha- No?! This is for defense. Just in case it turns out to be some magic-filled freak of nature..." He mumbled the last part, but you had heard enough.
. . .
"Do you think pouring it down the sink is a good idea?"
"Nah. It looks too solid and might jam up the pipes. If it did, I'm NOT fixing that lol. We can burn it?-"
"Why, that's awfully rude!"
Idia shrieked, and you could have sworn he jumped a good few feet into the air from the sudden voice. Who could blame him? Lilia had a knack for materializing out of thin air and giving people the scare of their lives.
"Wh-whats rude is you sneaking up on me like that!", Idia said, holding the spatula close to his chest as he shifted away from Lilia. Ignoring the commotion, you spoke up. "Hey, Lils...do you happen to know where this container full of goop came from?" Scratching your head, you continued. "I know it couldn't have been the chipmunks. Too heavy."
An unlabeled container magically appearing in the kitchen fridge...you just couldn't find an explanation. Unless...No. Seven's No-
"That 'goop' is the sample dish I brought for Cater. Since the lot of you have come up with so many amazing new menu ideas, I thought I'd give it a go too!~" Idia squeaked at this revelation.
"Ahaha- I should've known!" you said cheerfully, forcing a smile. There was POISON in that container, and you knew damn well somebody was gonna come out of this shift either cursed or puking. "Has Cater already given it a try?"
Lilia shook his head, picking up his plastic container of waste and cracking the lid open. "Ahh...no, not yet, I'm afraid. I brought it up to him, but he zoomed off hurriedly, saying something about being too busy with customers..."
"Which I found strange, since there's hardly anyone here today!"
"I can't blame him...", Idia mumbled. He had somehow made his way behind you, as if you were his human shield and distraction in case of escape, all in one. Obviously not one to be used as a sacrifice, you prepared to call him out on it when a trecherous, and I mean HORRIBLE odor assaulted your nose.
You sputtered, bringing both hands to cover your nose and mouth as you frantically looked back to its source, the container. "What the he- erm...what'd you use to make your uh..dish, Lilia?" Gulping down your gags, you forced yourself to look into the container from where you were standing.
...Damn, it looked worse...
"Oh, just your basic household ingredients...some eggs and herbs and-"
Lilia went on to list common ingredients that, alone, would be fine but, when combined, would sound like an abomination. Some of the things he named didn't even sound human! Perhaps fae?... That's besides the point. How can someone turn basic, alright-tasting foods into grey nuclear matter?! The questions in your head were so many that you failed to realize what Lilia had asked of you.
Only when Idia placed a hand on your shoulder, thanking you for taking one for the team and making his quick escape, did you realize what your aimless nodding and zoning off had gained you.
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"Say 'ahhh', Prefect!"
"...Is this really necessary?"
If anyone were to walk into the kitchen, the scene before them would heavily resemble that of a long-time married couple. Your cautious face, followed by Lilia's ever-so-doting one, made for a rather humorous clash. Good thing Cater wasn't there, or else he'd have a field day taking pictures of you two.
"You said yes to trying my dish, yet you were taking so long... of course the only obvious next step was to feed you!~"
"It also helps that it makes the food taste better!" he said, poking the corner of your mouth with the spoon. "Where did you hear that from?" Maybe he was right, and it'd make the food taste decent?... "The internet, where else?" Never mind...
Welp. You did this to yourself. It was time to suck it up and deal with the consequences of your own mindless agreement. Closing your eyes, you opened your mouth nervously, expecting the worst.
Chomp!
Immediately after biting down, Lilia began talking about all its nutritional values and how the Diner would benefit from such a healthy dish. He was more than certain that the place would soon trend on Magicam with all sorts of health and wellbeing gurus- and parents too!
Perhaps the presentation could use some work, but who would truly care if the food had all the things the body needs? Right?
"What do you think, Prefect?"
...Gulp.
"It...it needs some salt..." you said through pursed lips. This dish stunk of poo. It was TERRIBLE. Now you finally understood why Malleus would avoid the topic of Lilias meals entirely.
"ooo! I love constructive criticism. For some reason, people are always so nervous to tell me what they truly think of my cooking...must be my intimidating aura, hm?~"
You struggled to nod as you fought back every part of your body telling you to throw up. The taste...was indescribable. You were convinced the FUEL Ortho drank tasted better than this.
"It's...It's good, Lilia! But uh, haha. Maybe not the right dish for a Diner? People don't come here to eat healthy, yknow..."
He hummed, closing the lid and setting it aside on the counter. His tone had shifted to a lower, far more serious one. "I hadn't thought of that."
Thinking you'd upset him, you got ready to face either his wrath or his mischievous yet dark attitude. What you didn't expect, though, was him coming to pinch your cheeks and coo at you like a newborn. "Aren't you something? Because of you, now I've got a head full of ideas to make this a diner-worthy meal!"
"You'll be my personal taste tester from now on, won't you? Oh, I know you will!"
Standing there, getting baby-talked to and praised, you struggled to say no to him. I mean, who in their right mind would? Well. Probably a sane person would. But you were anything BUT sane.
And Lilia? Oh, Lilia was well aware of that fact.
a/n: as of posting this, I have very much recovered from whatever was going on with my muscles. I'm here to STAY, people!! Now that it's summer Im sure frequent posts will be a thing again :-)
(idk why this fic went from being normal to one adjacent to a praise kink fic lol)
john price x reader, domestic fluff, you find him having his morning smoke and once again try to convince him to quit, @domaystic day 2: quitting a bad habit
The sun had barely even risen over the horizon when you opened the door to the balcony to join John, having his morning smoke. The air was crisp and the wooden floor cold as you stepped out. John glanced up and smiled in the middle of taking a drag. “Morning,” he murmured. “Up so early?”
“Hard to sleep without my living heater in bed,” you teased, leaning against the wall next to him. “You know,” you said lightly after a moment, “you should really quit.”
John huffed, smoke slipping past his lips as he glanced at you sideways. “That so?”
“Yeah.” You nudged his arm with your elbow. “It’s bad for you. You know it is. It’s been taking a toll on your body since you started.”
He took another drag anyway, slower this time, as if considering your words but not taking them seriously. “Been hearing that for years,” he replied. “Hasn’t killed me yet.”
“That’s some low standards you got there.”
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Plenty worse things out there I could be doing.”
For a moment, you watched him in silence. The way his posture never fully relaxed, the way his gaze kept drifting to scan his surroundings, not relaxing even as he inhaled more smoke. “Still,” you pointed out and put your hand on his arm, leaning against his bicep, “you can’t keep doing it forever.”
His eyes flickered to you and his free arm wrapped around you as he flicked ash to the ground. “Watch me.”
“You’ve tried before, haven’t you?” you pressed. “Cutting back. I remember several times you said you’d stop.”
John exhaled through his nose. “Yeah, well. Didn’t stick.”
“Why not?”
He shrugged one shoulder, cigarette held loosely between his fingers. “Habit.” A beat. “Something to keep busy.”
Your lips pressed together, but you nodded as if you understood. “Right. Habit.” He took another drag and blew out the air. You knew that he knew you too well to think you were going to drop the matter. As such, you continued soon after, “You ever think that maybe it’s not just habit?”
He turned his head slightly, brow furrowing beneath the brim of his hat as his thumb pushed under the hem of your shirt, caressing your side. “Meaning?”
“I mean… Sure, by now it’s habit and something you have to do. Something you’ve done for so long you don’t question it anymore. Even if you know it’s not good for you.”
“You’ve been reading self-help books now?”
“Let me make my point!” With a light slap to his arm you silenced him, and he makes a gesture to go ahead, hiding a smile behind his hand. “Over and over, you’ve told me ‘just one more’ or that you’ll quit once things quiet down. And I think you’ve been telling yourself that too. But things don’t ever really calm down, do they?”
John starede back at the cigarette between his fingers, turning it slightly, watching the low gloom. “Nature of the job, s’posse.”
“Exactly.” Your voice softened. “Nature of the job.”
With a sigh, John shook his head and lowered his hand. His eyes fixed on the far end of the property. It was a quiet morning, cool enough that chills were covering your arms and he pulled you in a tad more. “That why you want me to quit?”
“It’s part of it,” you admit. “Mainly, I don’t want to lose you.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“I know it isn’t.”
John glanced at you and with a sigh, pressed a kiss to your cheek. He rested his head against yours, enjoying the silence for a moment before whispering, “We’re not just talking about smoking anymore, are we?”
“No, we are not.”
“Mhm. Thought so.” He sighed. “Want to know the truth? I know it’s time. Just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Maybe I hoped the decision would be made for me. An injury, getting forcefully retired.” He glanced at you and smiled sadly. “Didn’t want to end my career by giving up.”
“You’re not,” you insisted. “If you retire now, you’ll have won. You’ll have walked away with the reputation of one of their best rather than being the sad leader who hangs onto any slip of control in their career because they have nothing going on at home.”
His hand on your waist tightened, squeezing you warningly. “Oi. Not to much now, luv. I may be an old man now, but I can still handle you.”
You grinned and dropped a soft peck on his lips. “And once you retire, you get to handle me all day long.”
His smile widened into a grin. “I’m liking this idea more and more.”
Twisting out of his grip, you stopped by the door to the cabin. “I’m getting cold. Gonna finish this one and join me for breakfast.”
His eyes lingered. He glanced out onto the property again, then back to you. His shoulders eased, his smile softened. He took his hat off, placing it on the side table. “Course. Not gonna make you wait on me for long anymore.”
With that you disappeared inside and he finished his cigarette in the peaceful quiet of the morning.
He didn't even need to look to know that she held a hairbrush. She only trusted him to brush her hair. "Of course, White Lily."
She sat down on the bed that the Sanctum had provided with a smile, pulling off her new diadem and untying her hair. Like everyone else, her hair had grown out, and the length was ridiculous when you considered her already long hair.
Pure Vanilla, like usual, started at the bottom.
Her hair had changed, in more than length. There was an ombre effect that led to a deep red at the ends that seemed to glint, as if a fire was hidden there. There was dark streaks across the white, as if sections of her hair had carefully been burned.
He swallowed back the urge to ask if it hurt. He had been barely been paying attention to her and Dark Enchantress nor her awakening, more focused on Shadow Milk and Starry Almond Milk, but he had seen her burning.
"…it didn't hurt."
"Hm?"
“Don't give me that look," White Lily glanced over her shoulder, and her hair was so long that it barely moved in his hands. Her eyes burned. "I can tell when you look at me like that. You're so worried about me that it blocks out anything else about me in your head."
…Ah.
"I'm sorry. I don't…I'm sorry." He had promised to do better. She was an adult who could take care of herself. "I just…"
"You worry, because that is the kind of person you are," White Lily's tone softened. "It didn't hurt, Pure Vanilla. And, even if I did, I would do it again and again."
He nodded. "I know."
White Lily, if she had been in her right mind, would know what would happen, would have jumped into the Ultimate Dough. She would burn, had already burned, for Cookiekind. He needed to understand.
"I know you know. But, don't borrow grief for me," White Lily turned back. "Borrow joy, for a new beginning."
"A new beginning," he repeated, and brushed her hair.
