#[ 🎸 ] ; prompts

[totalswag]

baby girls first birthday — RAFE CAMERON

authors note since my last dad!rafe fic did so well i thought why not make another one. you can find it fourth of july

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summary celebrating layla's first birthday surrounded with friends and family.

warning(s) none just a whole lotta cuteness.

Today, one year ago, you brought your first daughter Layla into the world. Amazing how quickly a year can pass. It seems like you just gave birth and cradling her in your arms.

Can't count on your fingers how many times you cried the past two days over Layla turning one. No one can blame you for feeling these emotions. She's your first born.

“Can you believe she’s one?” Rafe says while setting up the last string of balloons over the arch wall that leads into the kitchen.

You shake your head, “no I don’t” feeling your words crack with emotion as you prepare breakfast— this was gonna be a special morning breakfast.

As the scent of freshly cooked pancakes permeated the air, you gently plated them, adding a sprinkle of syrup and a small dollop of whipped cream—just enough to taste. You cut the pancakes into tiny, baby-sized pieces, just right for Layla's delicate hands. A few blueberries on the side rounded out the meal, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of joy as you placed the plate in her high chair.

Rafe and you walked upstairs together to see if Layla was up. The sounds of her little gibberish could be heard down the hall. Layla was looking around her room sitting up— insane smile forms on her when she sees you two get closer. She lifts her arms up to get out.

"Happy first birthday, baby girl," you both exclaim.

She giggles with glee as Rafe scoops her up and places her on his hip before giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead. She stares at him in complete aww for a moment.

Layla turns to face you, her smile widening, her body slanting in your direction as if she wanted you to give her a quick hug. "My precious girl is one?" You hold her close to you for a couple seconds.

When you walk at the end of the stairs, Layla's eyes gleam with curiosity seeing the lavender colors. She saw the decorations of butterflies hanging from the ceiling, all different colors. She squealed with excitement and opened her eyes wide, grabbing for the closest one.

Rafe set her in her highchair while you went around the kitchen counter with your phone for pictures. Layla exclaimed when she saw her breakfast waiting to be devoured. You snap a few photos while she eats breakfast, then Rafe and you get your plates.

The house is ready for friends and family to arrive. The party doesn't start until twelve thirty, giving everyone plenty of time to prepare.

In case guests wanted to take pictures, there was a picture curtain with the words "Happy Birthday Layla" above.

Friends and family began to arrive, each one bringing gifts for Layla. You greeted them at the door, hugging each person as they stepped inside. Their faces lighting up seeing Layla in her birthday outfit.

"Oh Layla you look so cute in your dress!" Your mom gasped in excitement seeing Layla in Rafe's arms waving at those who came in.

"Can you say thank you grandma?' You grin up at Layla who babbles.

Layla responds by babbling and hiding her face in Rafe's chest.

Layla wore a soft lavender tulle skirt with a bodice decorated with tiny pink butterflies. Her golden curls were gathered into two small pigtails, secured with matching butterfly clips. She looked like the cutest princess.

Half an hour into the party, pictures were taken, conversations, kids running around, etc. The Cameron household was busy to say the least.

You showed everyone where the food and beverages would be once they were ready to eat— fruits, desserts, sandwiches, barbecue, cupcakes, drinks, and more. 

Sarah was leaning against the counter with a plate in her hand, nodding her head to the song playing from the tv. You grab a cupcake before joining her.

"This party is so cute, it screams Layla" Sarah states, regarding the decorations in the house. "The flowers are my favorite,"

"Aw, thank you, Sarah, and initially, when I was looking for decorations and saw the flowers, I knew I needed to get them!"

"On a real note and I'm sure you'll agree but Layla already being one is insane because it feels like she was just born" Sarah frowns, facial expression showing she's feeling a lot of emotions.

"I couldn't agree more— I cried last night before bed, and Rafe comforted me the whole night," you respond quietly.

It was time to start singing happy birthday as time went on. You sat Layla down in front of everyone in her high chair. She looked around waving with both hands with a smile. Rafe came around the corner with a small cake in his hand— Layla's eyes went wide.

"On three, we sing Miss Layla, happy birthday," you say enthusiastically, raising your right palm in the air.

As you both bent in to help Layla in blowing out the flame, Rafe stood next to you, his arm around your waist. Layla clapped her hands with joy as friends and family erupted in cheers and her face broke into the largest smile you've ever seen.

Opening presents was last to go. Layla's tiny hands grasp on each gift she received— curious whatever was in the bag or wrapped in paper. She got toys, clothes, and a few small things.

As the day drew to a close, friends and family began to leave with their children. Layla fell asleep in Rafe's arms in the backyard, sitting around the bonfire with your father, Ward, and friends.

Your mom, Rose, and you were sitting on the front porch swing having a simple conversation about motherhood. They each told you what motherhood taught them and the emotions you feel when it's your first borns birthday.

The smell of the fresh planted flowers, summer breeze hitting your skin, and the sun getting ready to set beautifully.

"I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be a mother," you admitted after a time, your voice subdued. "There is so much joy, but also an overwhelming sense of responsibility. I just want to do the right thing for her, you know?

"You're doing an amazing job," Rose encouraged you, placing her hand lightly on your arm. "Motherhood has many obstacles, yet it is apparent how much you adore her. That's what counts the most."

Your mom nodded in agreement. "There isn't a perfect way to accomplish it, no manual or roadmap. You just have to believe in yourself and know that you are enough. "Layla is fortunate to have you."

You felt tears form at the corners of your eyes, but they were happy tears. This conversation, on this particular day, exceeded your expectations. As you sat there, surrounded by women who had helped you through life and into motherhood, you felt overwhelmed with gratitude.

"Thank you for those kind words. I definitely needed to hear that, literally. Time just went by so fast in a blink of an eye" you sniffle while your mom and Rose rub your back.

It was officially the end of the night. The three of you were in your pajamas, ready for bed. The house had decorations up that will be up for another day or two. You held Layla in your arms—her head on your shoulder falling asleep.

You brought Layla upstairs, placing her in her crib and bringing the cover up to her chin. For a time, you simply stood there, watching her sleep, overcome with love for this tiny human who had altered your life in the most beautiful way.

Rafe threw his arm around you as you both stood there, and you knew that no matter how quickly time passed or how many birthdays came and went, the love you felt tonight would see you through it all. And when you turned off the light and closed the door, you couldn't help but grin, knowing that this was only the start of many more wonderful memories.

"Happy birthday, Layla."

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[princessbrunette]

what habits do you think the boys have developed since they met reader??

- 🎸

rafe: speaking slower / more patience / less yelling. he’s an obsessive lover, and yeah — he still has a very quick temper and he talks to u crazy sometimes but above everything he refuses to lose you. so if he feels himself getting mad at you, he’ll ball up his fists and close his eyes and take a deep breath before talking slower and calmer !!

jj: i hate to say it guys but better self care. like he actually showers every day now can i get an amen ….. its also because he loooves showering with you, or showering at your house with all your stuff, especially cos he gets to walk around in a towel which inevitably leads to sex <3

pope: very in tune with your interests so now whenever he goes to the store and he sees something that you’d like he doesn’t even think, just picks it up like a habit. you’ve got over 50 bookmarks from him at this point because he knows you like reading and it’s literally habit for him to buy u them atp

john b: checking his closet to see if you’re in there. you get overwhelmed and upset sometimes esp after you’ve had a fight — and if the chateau is too quiet he knows you’re likely to be in a closet somewhere decompressing, sat on the floor. he used to freak out at first, calling your name wondering if you’ve run off, but now it’s like a sixth sense and he just knows if you’re in there, walking over and sliding the door open. “you good, pup?”

[starkeyisthelastname]

step-dad!rafe is soo 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤😵‍💫😵‍💫

-🎸

hehe 🤭 I envision step-dad!rafe as him in season 3 with that buzzcut, wearing those expensive button-downs and khakis. He is all about making money. He’s still an arrogant asshole.

He also loves to spoil you, especially when he overhears all things you want (purses, shoes, anything pink) as you talk to you're friends about it. He even started making you work for it (or at least with his cock anyway 😜)

The pretty white box was placed perfectly on your bed that read Dior. Opening the surprise, you squealed happily as the saddle bag you had been wanting was wrapped neatly in navy paper.

“You like it?” Rafe asked you as jumped on him to give him a hug. “That’s for being such a good little cock-sucking whore for me.” He laughed, rubbing his thumb over your sparkly cheek as you blushed at the naughty name.

[plutopools]

Hi Pluto!

When did Lola join in the lackadaisy speakeasy?

sometime after freckle got roped into gang work. i'd say a week or so after the initial pig-farmer incident. rocky bumps into lola at the little daisy cafe while she's job searching, and after some catching up, rocky convinces her to join zib's house band. it took a lot of convincing for the rest of the gang, but they relented after seeing how skilled lola is with jazz songs. lola was extremely close to turning rocky down after realizing the band played for a speakeasy, but she also desperately needed money or else she'd get evicted.

[yourhellishdaddies]

prompt: how Stolas, Adam, and Lucifer might take care of their baby who’s sick? (I’m alright with sexual / incest etc elements since this is more of a kink for me ^^) thank you!

[oh this is good timing cuz I'm p sure I caught a cold lmao 💜]

{Caring for you when you're ill}

Featuring Stolas, Adam, and Lucifer.

As soon as he realizes you're not feeling like yourself, he is wrapping you up in a blanket and placing you in a nest of pillows.

Fretting and getting his feathers all ruffled, whether it's just a small cold or something more serious, he's freaking the hell out.

"Here, let me take your temperature. No no, don't get up! Save your strength, sweetie. Daddy will take care of everything. Just try to relax."

Doting to the point of being overbearing. Refuses to leave your side for a single moment. Carries you with him to the kitchen if you're hungry, to the bathroom if you need it, etc.

Always petting your head or rubbing your back. If you need to vomit, he's right there with a cool washcloth, holding your hair back for you and whispering words of comfort to you.

"There, there, darling. Just let it out. Daddy is right here, okay? It's alright..."

Decides to put you in a diaper so you don't have to get up as much, if you're not already wearing one. He has no problem changing you or dealing with a mess. Will bathe you each and every time you have a blowout.

Makes you homemade soup and spoon feeds you in his arms. It's alright if you can't finish it, just as long as you try to get something in your belly.

Gets you the absolute best medicine available. Doesn't force you to take it if you don't want to, though. He just wants you to feel better as soon as possible! May try to coax you into taking it by mixing it into some food if he feels like you really need it.

Sings you lullabies to help you fall asleep. Absolutely adores how small and fragile you look, knowing how much trust you put in him to watch over you.

Seems slightly annoyed that he actually has to put in effort to care for you now. Not that he doesn't care, he actually hates seeing you not feeling well. But he also doesn't really have any experience caring for someone who's sick. He doesn't want to make it any worse.

"Aw, geeze kid, really? Alright, alright, c'mere. Daddy's got'cha. Shhh, it's okay."

Picks you up and carries you to the living room, setting you up on the couch with the TV. He'll put on your favorite show and watch with you.

Awkwardly tries to comfort you. Wipes your nose and pats your back, wraps his wings around you to quell your shivering.

If you're really sick, he'll actually get his ass into gear and put forth a decent effort.

Cleaning you up, making sure you drink enough water, cursing under his breath whenever you moan or groan uncomfortably.

Unintentionally discovers a new kink when you puke all over him.

"Oh, shit- H-hang on, baby. S'no big deal, lemme just- ah fuck, I'm hard."

Despite how awful you feel, you can't help but blush when you notice how flustered he is.

Leaves you for just a moment to change clothes and beat off really quick. He'll fuck you later when you're not feeling like shit.

When he returns, he holds you extra close, leaning his head on yours.

Gives you medicine even if he has to hold you down. You need to get better.

Plays you soft songs on his guitar to lull you to sleep.

The most experienced, and therefore the most comforting. Knows exactly how to soothe all your aches and pains.

Has absolutely everything under control. Calm and collected, giving you a reassuring smile.

"There's no need to worry, my duckling. Daddy can cure whatever ails you!"

Has one of those weighted and scented plush ducks that you microwave for warmth and aromatherapy. Lets you cuddle with it and keeps it constantly heated with his magic.

Sings you little nursery rhymes and gently rubs your upset tummy while you lie on your back.

Similar to Stolas in how doting he is, but not quite as overbearing, allowing you to rest on your own if you wish.

Always giving you little kisses and baby talking to you, making you smile and even laugh!

Puts on puppet shows for you when you're bored from lying in bed all day.

If you can't sleep, he'll sit up with you and hold you in his arms, gently rocking you while soft music plays.

[hot-glenn-holidays-2023]

Rock on, it's Hot Glenn Holidays! 🤘🎄

HEH, THAT'S RIGHT if you thought it being dndads Tuesday means that we aren't still here to deck the halls then you're dead wrong! Oak family angst? OUTTA HERE!!! HOT GLENNS!!! Hot Glenns. Hell yeah. Heh. If you're going along with the prompts, consider this a reminder that today's theme is Concerts and Caroling 🎶🔔. I'm trying to make a "jingle bard rock" joke here but it isn't coming to me.

In all seriousness, today being dndads Tuesday means that it's more important than ever that you remember to tag your pieces with the #hot glenn holidays 2023 tag, and feel free to @ us directly as well!

[spidey-bie]

Fic Idea: Hobie and a journalist reader. The meeting after they both broke into the same corrupt business. They both needed evidence to take the company down. They end up working together. Romance optional. Bonus of course if the reader is black.

[asheanon]

I'm not sure I'm doing this right, but this is for the ask box writing prompt!

Mina and Branson walking in a park. Can be an AU or not as long as it has a park!

(That'll do just fine! You're doing it right.) 💕

From: Ask Box Writing Prompt Game

📖 It's Story Time... And some tunes to accompany, if you like!

Spring was just making its way out the door as summer stepped in, lush greenery in tow. All was now warm and verdant within this temperate landscape. Cumulus puffs that dare stray before the sun were framed in ivory light, pleasantly picturesque, putting on quite the display for those who stopped to look. It was as if the pearly gates themselves lie in wait somewhere beyond them, really.

The sky had no right to be that beautiful for such a simple story! Alas, it was a beautiful day. And a perfect one to spend in a local park.

Walking hand in hand with a clement breeze were the strums of an acoustic guitar. Though gentle, its rustic sound gave life to the world around it and its owner just a small measure more (pun intended.) The tranquility was cut short by a sudden shriek, however.

Lifting his head in bewilderment, the very large and very rat (yes, very rat) gent glanced about him.

"Branson!"

The familiarly petite voice of a very small and very newt lady soon called out his name. As she ran up to him, her webbed feet slapped the pavement with the same eloquence of a duck frantically scuttling away from a pursuer.

"Branson, you have to come see the ducks."

Speaking of ducks... He sighed to himself. Thankfully, Mina wasn't hurt or anything. Or hurt too badly, rather... he took note of how she spared a moment to examine one of her hands, shaking it out briefly as she let out a small grunt.

"You were bitten."

"It was a for a good cause!" She retorted, sunny demeanor still shining ever brightly (despite now bearing what looked to be a nicely pinched bit of finger.) "C'mon.~"

Briefly, he scrutinized her before lifting himself up from the bench he sat upon, guitar in hand. He carefully packed the instrument away, reclaiming it once it was in the safety of its case. Seemed it would be joining him for even more unseen adventures today. For but a moment, he wondered what new stories the two would have to tell later on as he accompanied his little newt friend to... wherever it was they were going.

Mina sped ahead, her sense of urgency undeniable. Branson upgraded what was more of a lax gait to that of a light jog, still ever mindful of the guitar he carried with him. It felt as if he managed but a handful of steps all before coming to a stop once more as Mina let out a gasp.

"Look! There they are!" She giggled to herself before glancing back at her giant rat man companion, ushering him over (for what felt to be the fifth time, at least.) She was like a child on Christmas morning. Completely and utterly enchanted by the site before her. Branson closed the remaining distance between them, joining her side as he followed her line of site.

Lo and behold, there was indeed a duck. A brown speckled duck and... seven mottled ducklings, tiny as could be, waddling behind her. Shuffling out of some nearby bushes, the family of fowl crossed their path. They seemed to be set on making their way to the lake, which, notably, was still some ways away.

"Let's follow them.~"

"Mina..." One didn't even need to look at Branson to see him rolling his eyes. You could practically hear him doing it.

"I just saved that little one right there!" She attempted to point out one of the babies amidst the group. "The mama didn't understand, but... that's okay!"

Branson couldn't distinguish exactly which one she was referring to, but he'd take her word for it. Her little duck-bitten finger was a mark of pride for whatever heroic acts she had committed today on their behalf. That was enough confirmation for him.

"I have to see to it that they make it to the lake, okay? I'm too emotionally invested not to, now."

To be honest, she would have been "too emotionally invested" even if she hadn't saved that duckling, but true to his form, he kept quiet on the matter. Instead, he let out another sigh. He took up a leisurely stride as he trailed after the last few stragglers in the party of eight.

"Let's go."

Needless to say, at Branson's insistence, the sparkle in Mina's eyes was reborn. Beaming, she joined him in an instant. Party of ten, incoming...

And so began their monumental duck "escort." Which merely consisted of walking with ducks. That was it, really. If anyone would have asked Bran where he saw himself within the next few hours this morning, "walking with ducks" would not have been his first answer, much less his second. Or third.

One may be tempted to think Mina's enthusiasm often teetered along the lines of unreasonable over such matters, but... that was Mina for you! She saw the world through such a genial light compared to someone like Branson. Precious and cordial. It was a light worth protecting and even indulging on little outings such as these.

... Those ducklings were pretty darn cute, though, to be fair.

[freakfangstm]

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Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan (thinking about it) || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

[anarchyled]

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𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐘. 🎸 ✦ ( ic. ) 🎸 ✦ ( ooc. ) 🎸 ✦ ( commentary. // games. ) 🎸 ✦ ( crack. ) 🎸 ✦ ( musing. // aesthetic. ) 🎸 ✦ ( headcanons. ) 🎸 ✦ ( roleplay memes. // prompts. ) 🎸 ✦ ( asks. // answered. ) 🎸 ✦ ( self. // artwork. )

[princessbrunette]

i literallyyy check your page everyday, you're so consistent ily

thinking of rafe putting me in a headlock idk with his big biceps then telling me how much of a brat i can be and how he has to put me in check all the time

-🎸

awe thank u !! means a lot 2 me 🩷🩷

n ugh yum. he’d do it so randomly too, in the middle of the living room at tannyhill or at the country club, wrapping his bicep round your neck n lowering himself down to your ear. “shit, never listen do you? you know you’re real lucky you got me around to keep you in check. fuckin’… loose cannon.”

[dfect]

TAG DUMP !

[ncthingistrivial]

tag dump, sorry we're not doing anything fancy lmfao

[riris-dock]

Bastardcore, Film Noir, Joyride for Piers? :3

🖕Bastardcore🖕 ~ Are there any "flaws in your f/o you find endearing?

I like it when he causes trouble on purpose yk,, like in (SWSH spoilers) almost endgame when he sicks Team Yell on Rose's people... and the fkn smile he gets when he goes a little gremlin... helloooo?????

🔍Film Noir🔍 ~ Are there any questions about your F/O that you'd like to see their source answer?

WHERE PARENTS

Mainly that, but I just wish we got to know more about his background in general.. like with Guzma you get to visit his parents' house early game and get context clues about his upbringing, I want something like that with Piers. Closest we get is assuming his parents aren't around and it's just him n Marnie yk? I just wanna know more about him in general, but I'm especially curious about that

🚎Joyride🚎 ~ How would a road trip go with your F/O, friends/associates and you?

If we take,,,, me, Piers, Marnie, maybe some od the other swsh kids too? We... would blast their ears off with our music, methinks. Same taste in music and it happens to be on the heavier side, plus playing it loud and singing along... roadtrip of two adults and deaf kids

[hot-glenn-holidays-2023]

THE HOT GLENN HOLIDAYS GET EVEN HOTTER 🌊

What would the hot Glenn holidays be without some southern hemisphere representation, hm? 😎 Today Glenn's soaking up some sun and hanging out at The Beach 🐚🏄‍♀️!

...Hopefully he doesn't die to a deez nutz joke this time 🤞. Heh.

Thanks so much to everyone who's shared pieces with us for the event so far! We've been having an absolute blast. We hope that today is a fun one, and remind you as always to tag your pieces as #hot glenn holidays 2023 to ensure they are not lost to the ether!

[shamingshane]

OOC - mod talking IC - Talking As Character

🕶️ - anon questions / talks from ask box

🐔 - questions / talks from ask box

💢- newbie interactions / acquaintances (usually for rps)

❤️- friendly interactions / established friend (usually for rps)

🐚- romantic interactions / established as lovers (usually for rps)

🐓- +18 only content (likely reserved to sexual scenarios)

⭐- ongoing roleplay / still active (or open)

❓- events (like ask prompts memes or blog events)

🍺- archived roleplay / inactive (or abandoned)

🔗- scenarios where he's still working at Joja

🥚- scenarios where he no longer works at Joja

🍻- scenarios where he is still drinking

🦃- scenarios where he is sobering (won't accept alcohol)

🍕- gifts from you! (in asks or in roleplay)

🌶️- spicy gifts are for +18 only (in asks or in roleplay)

[This is usually prompted, and it's for flirty exchanges.]

>> (I trust anons for now.) <<

💐 - Soft Ask Memes/Prompts

☔- Angst Ask Memes/Prompts

🎀 - About Jas

🏠 - About Marnie 🖼️ - Memorials or Stories (Usually Art) 🕹️- Activities (Usually from Prompts or Prompts Based off Stories)

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