#I need da plush lol

[dorpilgrimvsthetumbler]

taco

[blackwolfstabs]

FALL FOR THOSE EYES

No matter what their parents say, Sam can't ignore Tara. (or Tara has separation anxiety)

fandom: Scream characters: Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Christina Carpenter, Mr. Carpenter content: pre-movie (Scream V) // Tara (4), Sam (10) a/n: i wrote this MONTHS ago (like 10 months ago, back when i first started my account lol) didn't expect to post it, didn't plan to post it, but here we are because i can't be fucking consistent. having said this, if you don't like what i write about, i don't need to hear about it, just skip over it please :) side note: Mikey is Tara's cat plush.

Sam lay awake in the darkness of her room in the early hours of 1:00 AM, staring at the ceiling as she listened to her baby sister cry relentlessly. She was going back and forth from her bedroom to their parents’ room, where she’d just be taken back by one of them. Having gone through this for countless nights, the older sibling knew that Tara would spend her time targeting their mother first, and then, when she wasn’t getting her way, she’d start to ask for their father.

But it never worked.

She hated to hear Tara cry so much, but she couldn’t understand why it was so hard for her to just go to sleep. Their parents weren’t going anywhere. They were just in the other room. She’d see them in the morning. Why was it so hard for her?

This time, she heard her mother bring Tara back into her room.

“Tara, you need to go night-night.”

By the sounds of the youngest’s shaky moans and sniffles, Sam guessed she was clinging to her as she put her back into her bed.

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Noo-hoooo!” And her hysterics stirred up again. “I wa-hant you to sta-hay, Mama-haaa!”

Christina left the room, leaving her daughter’s cries echoing down the hallway.

“Mama, pleeee-hease! Mama!”

Tara’s hitching breath was sharp, which made her listening sister start to worry that she would work herself up into an asthma attack. She heard her crying be interrupted by a few coughs, before it continued, her voice getting closer as she made another attempt to leave her room.

“Mm- Mmm– Mm-hmm… Mo-hommy…” She struggled to get out words in full sentences from her accumulated mucus. “I– Ih-hi… want yo-hou… Mommy…”

Great, now she was talking to herself. Samantha covered her face with her hands and lay still, hating how sad her baby sister sounded. And she couldn’t do anything for her. She had been told by their parents to ignore her crying, because she needed to learn. But it was so hard. She just wanted to go lay with her, so they could both get some sleep. She heard Tara’s footsteps retreat into the living room. Again.

A couple more seconds and the cycle repeated, but this time, it was their father bringing her back. Judging from where her whimpers came from, he was carrying her.

“Daddy, nooo-ho-hoo…” 

“Shh-shhh, Tara,” her parent soothed. “You’re okay.”

Even though she wasn’t there, Sam could see him putting her back into bed and actually making the effort to tuck her in around her resistant squirms and sobs.

“Goodnight.”

However, Tara started to cry again as she tried to make him stay, “B-but… my-hy tummy h-hurts, Daddy!” She was already trying to get out of her blankets to prepare to follow him out.

“That’s because you’re crying so much, sweetheart,” he reasoned. A few quiet seconds passed, before he concluded his stay. “Calm down, you’re okay. Hug Mikey and take some deep breaths. Your tummy will feel better soon. Goodnight.”

“I want one more hug!”

Sam bit her lower lip. She hated it when Tara said that.

He must’ve given it to her. “Goodnight, Tara.”

Even after her last hug, the youngest Carpenter was thrown into another fit. “No, Da-ha-ha-ddy! Noooo!” Her bedroom door shut. Uhh-huh-huuhhh!”

Her older sister felt her eyes go hot as she dropped her hands to continue the one-sided stare-off with the ceiling. How long was she going to have to sit here and listen to this before Tara wore herself out? Her cries didn’t leave her room anymore, but they stayed coming through the wall, leaving Sam guessing that she was just lying there sobbing by herself. Their parents were across the house, so they didn’t have to hear how heartbroken she sounded…

A few minutes passed before all went quiet, and she thought that she must’ve cried herself to sleep. But then what she was most afraid of happened…

“Saaaam! … Sa-ha-hammy!”

The owner of the name screwed her eyes shut, but her sister’s pleas grew louder.

“Mmm– Saaaammyyy!”

She covered her ears with her hands, doing what she could to keep herself from running to her rescue. Only it wasn’t a rescue. Tara simply didn’t want to be alone in her room, but she could be. She was being trained to be. She could do it. She remembered what her mother had told her after she and her father had found out that she was sneaking into Tara’s room to keep her quiet.

“She’s a big girl now, Sam. She has to learn how to self-soothe.”

But it was so hard to ignore her.

The shaky moans grew louder, until the door to her room opened and Tara padded in, sniffling and jumping her breaths while she clutched Mikey close. Now, it was of no use. Samantha lowered her hands from her ears and picked her head up to see her sister coming up to her bedside.

“Sammy…” she whined, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I–I… I wa-hant…”

Before she could finish her broken sentences, Sam pushed her covers down and sat up with a sigh. This made Tara start to whimper again, fearful that her last resort would shut her out too. She took her hand and began to guide her towards the door, but the younger just started to break down again.

“I wa-haanna sleep with yo-hou, Sammy!” The little girl was too tired to try and hold herself back, so she was pulled against her will.

“Shhh, I know, Tara. Come on,” Sam continued to hush her as she tugged her past the threshold. She could hear her start to wheeze when she sucked in breaths, her asthma catching up with her from the inability to calm herself down.

But the other hadn’t realized it yet. She was too focused on wanting her way. “I do-hon’t wanna be by myself!” she sobbed, wiping her tears away with Mikey’s marbled faux fur.

“You’re not,” her older sister assured her, “I’m gonna sleep with you.” This seemed to make her start to calm down, sniffling and giving quiet moans to stabilize her crying onslaught. Once they got to her bedside, the taller girl picked her up and put her on the bed. “Lay down. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Tara only gave a partial nod as Sam left the room to grab the tissue box from the bathroom. When she came back into the room, she shut the door and climbed up on the bed to settle next to the recovering occupier, who had willingly got under the covers and was facing her.

She blinked up through drying tears. “Sammy, m-my tummy… hurts,” she complained.

So she wasn’t just pulling strings after all. “I know. It’s because you cried for a long time,” she answered, then went to pull a tissue out from the box, “You know how you have a hard time breathing so you swallow all of the snot in your throat to breathe again?”

Tara nodded.

“All of that snot goes into your tummy and makes it hurt.”

“I… I feel full, too…”

Sam nodded, “Yeah, so don’t swallow it anymore.” She then held the tissue up to her sibling’s nose. “Blow.” She did, and then, she went on to wipe the excess snot draining from her runny nose. “Good girl.” As Tara took in a deep breath to get an adequate amount of air, the other tucked the used tissue into the space between the pillows. “Better?”

Another nod had her placing the tissue box aside and laying down next to her baby sister. She tugged the blankets up to her shoulder and watched Tara roll onto her back to breathe better, where she softly pawed her throat, a small whimper emitting from it. “Remember what Mama said to do,” she reminded, knowing she was scared of having an asthma attack, “Smell the roses, then blow out the birthday candles.” 

And her little sister obeyed, taking a deep breath in through her nose, then letting it out of her mouth.

“Slower, Tara. You can breathe. You’re okay.”

She did so, finding it easier when Sam did it with her. She fiddled with Mikey’s fur while curling and relaxing her toes as she repeated the cycle, a tactic used to decompress her muscles as well.

Eventually, after many breathing cycles and a few tissues, she was able to exhibit a normal breath pattern, making her feel more at ease. But there was still one problem. 

Samantha, on the same hand, had relaxed too, the tactical exercise having her nearly falling asleep. She stirred herself awake. “You getting sleepy yet?” she asked as she suppressed a yawn behind her hand.

But Tara turned her head to look at her with her still-wide-awake puppy eyes. “My tummy still hurts…” she confessed.

Her big sister moved closer to her with a gentle grunt. “It’ll stop hurting in a little bit.” She laid her head down and shut her eyes. Beneath the blanket, she reached her hand over to place it over the gist of the younger’s stomach, where she began to rub in a small circle. “Does it hurt here?” 

“Mm-hmm,” was the reply. The little girl tugged her arms up to allow the caressing hand to do its work as she sank into her pillow while holding her stuffed cat close to her face. “Mama always gives me tummy rubs whenever it hurts,” she whispered.

Eyes still closed, Sam smiled with a short chuckle, “I know.” She knew that was true from seeing it many times. She knew Tara milked stomach aches from time-to-time, just so their mother would hold her. As weird as it might be, being petted like that made her baby sister feel secure. It calmed her down, kinda like a dog. “I don’t think I do it as good as Mom though,” she joked.

Tara giggled. “That’s okay. It still feels good.” She blinked at her sister’s closed eyes, happy that she wasn’t alone anymore. 

“You better not be faking,” the other then opened one eye to glance at the smile on her face.

The younger’s face dropped. “I’m not!”

“You fake stomach aches to Mom all the time, I know you do.”

“Do not!”

“Do too!”

“Liar!”

“Faker!”

“Meanie!”

If she was going to name-call like that, Sam was sure she was feeling better, and she slipped the hand that was caressing her sibling’s abdomen beneath her shirt to tickle her bare, on the offense.

Tara squealed and drowned into laughter as she tried to shove her hand away. “No-ho-ho! Sa-hammy!” She twisted onto her side to curl into herself, then reached out to retaliate, snaking her little fingers into her attacker’s neck.

The new victim pulled her shoulders forward in an awkward block, beginning to snicker herself. But then that caused Tara to move one of her hands to her open underarm, which made her shriek. She then made use of her other hand, which she plunged into the side of the younger’s neck, the side between the pillow that would make it hard to block.

Tara squirmed against the mattress, outdone by aged-strength. She kicked out, inadvertently catching Sam off-guard and having her tickling cease. This made her defend harder, moving her hands from her sister’s neck and underarm to her ribs, sides, anywhere she could to prove her dominance. 

Now, both sisters were in hysterics, trying to get the upper hand from each other, which was a losing game. So, Sam took the initiative to break it up. “Oka-hay, Ta-hara-ha! Stop! We-he need to slee-he-he-heep!” She pulled her hands away and pulled her arms close to her in order to prove her surrender.

Luckily, her sister took it, and backed off as well, her laughter fading to leave a sleepy smile. She may not have been ready to go back to sleep after crying so much, but after all of that, she was tired. 

Samantha panted, readjusting her clothing that had been disheveled from the fight. Tara didn’t seem to care about hers, so when they reverted to lying on their sides, facing each other, she took it upon herself to tug her shirt down and her shorts up.

When they both recovered, the older sibling settled with a content sigh, while the younger one nestled into her pillow with a soft hum. At first, Sam had shut her eyes to welcome the recurrence of sleep, but something possessed her to open them again. And when she raised them to check on Tara, she had done the same.

Her baby sister blinked, the flood of tears that had once ruled her having left no trace on her precious face. “I love you, Sammy.”

The other smiled and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. “I love you too, Tara.”

Tara shuffled closer to her and nuzzled Mikey’s fur. She felt safe, happy, and sleepy now that she was with her sister. When her mother and father wouldn’t be there to give her that security, she knew Sam would always be there. “Promise you’ll stay with me all night?” she quizzed, knowing she’d usually leave in the early morning, before the sun came up, so their parents wouldn’t know.

Sam nodded, her tired blink not strong enough to pull her into darkness before she was able to promise, “Until the morning light.”

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[lazzarella]

Wandee Goodday continues to be the frothy sweet rom-com I hoped it would be! Only two eps in, but I'm loving every minute. Anyway, I have more notes that are probably interesting to only me but I'm posting them anyway!

- The pixelated/censored parts crack me up

- Why is Dee asking if he's tasty so cute to me?

- Aww. Yak wanted to see Dee again!

- Did I mention I love the theme song???

- "Our son" LMAO I love Cher <3

- "If anything bad happened to you, I could arrange your funeral" Kao and Dee are such realistic BFFs haha

- Yak excited about the possibility of seeing Dee again when his brother mentioned the appointment was so cute :3

- Ter is so manipulative >:(

- Yak is such a softie OMG! Watching the conversation with Dee and Ter?? Going to touch Dee's hand and then stopping himself? Oh, he's going to catch feelings so hard (lbr, he's already caught feelings)

- Aaaaand he's dressed as a cow!

- Dee having the Ice Bear (I think?) plush is so cute to me! Also, that bear's expression is perfect for the things he's seen lol :\

- Oh no! Dee is too precious and naive up in da club (I... I don't know why I wrote that like that. I'm truly sorry!)

- Yak to the rescue! Biff! Bam! Pow!

- Also WTF at those two guys??? That got real dark real quick

- wasted!Dee really likes nestling against Yak's chest and who can blame him?

- Seriously, though, Dee must feel so safe with Yak because the minute he clocked it was him through his hazy drunk vision he just collapsed against him

- Ahhhhhh! 'Don't go!' MY HEART!!!!!

- Yak, a boxer who knows how to keep his balance, easily pulled flat onto his back by Dee! Dee really didn't want him to go! That whole scene has my whole everything and the way Yak held Dee was so tender and precious ;__;

- And he made him breakfast??? Marry this man already!

- grandma booped Dee's nose! That nose needs to be booped

- (I love grandma already)

- Awww! Dee watching Yak's fight! Definitely just a one night stand, right?

- Yak just wandering around after Taem cancelled on him was so cute somehow. Now it's Dr Dee's turn to come to the rescue! (Something about their exchanged looks when Yak said he doesn't know where he wants to go really got me???)

- Ice Bear got smooshed between them again lol

- Wahhhhh! Yak being all 'oh, I forgot, I'm just a one night stand' D:

- that whole scene of them watching the movie and then hooking up again and then discussing the FWBs sitch was just delicious

- Mr Yoryak! Champion boxer and master of disguise!

- 'I've come to clean ze pool... I mean the fridge!' (not sure if anyone but Australians of a certain vintage will get that one lol)

- Oh, he REALLY wants to kiss Dee!

- Oh, Dee REALLY wants to kiss Yak too O_O

- THE NECKLACE! He already gave him his necklace!!! AND HE KISSED IT!!!!! My heart is not made of strong enough stuff for this

- Love the way they're sitting on the bed—something about their posture and pose is just...I don't know! Just love it! 10/10 again

- *hits play on part one again as soon as part four ends*

[cyberdragoninfinity]

I'd love to know what the other Barians are up to in the college AU!

YESSS like i said when i was talkin about Vector, I rly wanna properly draw all these guys sometime this year, theyve been bumping around my brain for Months now. some tidbits about the other guys:

Shark/Nasch: MISTAH TRANS MASC HE/THEY OF ALL TIME. Has a really dense Carrd covered in sea predator gifs and dA stamps. I thiiink I assigned him Pursuing a Marine Biology degree, naturally--he spends a lot of time at the aquarium wishing he worked there (he works at a country club currently. he drives golf carts to go pick up errant golf balls. his little nametag says 'Reginald'.) Does really well in his classes but is becoming. a Little Bit Burned Out trying to deal with them And work And whatever bullshit his current and ex-roommates are entangling him in. Vector stole his Ikea blahaj plush and tied it to a ceiling fan. Frequents Not-Lawrence State University's esteemed Smogon Club (usually because Yuma begs and begs for him to come,) and runs a nasty Walking Wake led Monotype team.

Rio: I NEED TO DECIDE ON HER MAJOR WAHHH Atmospheric Science would be kind of insane... invested interest in meteorology and winter events. I know she's dabbled in a bunch of campus sports and ice skates at a very skilled level, probably is banking on maybe doing that professionally if she can qualify. She's also buddies with Alexis! :3 Works at a bougie gelato place not far from the country club Shark works at so sometimes she will come bother him on her break. Has a modest interest in birding and sometimes meets up with the town Birding Group. All in all just likes being active and stylish and is closing in on a date with Miss Anna Kaboom~ lord dont get me started on butchfemme annario i aint got no brakes

Girag and Alito: THE BESTIES. THE ROOMIES OF ALL TIME. They actually live in the same apartment complex as Primo and Claus so they hang out and shoot the shit sometimes. Alito I feel is majoring in something like English, he's not super attached to it, what he really is banking on is a boxing career (whether or not that pans out for him remains to be seen.) He goes and spars at a local gym frequently! Girag is a history major with a focus on feudal Japan and he's also a furry. The boys' r/malelivingspaces ass apartment is a haven for the other Emperors if they dont want to be in the Nightmare House for a hot minute. Don't mind the giant knockoff red panda squishmallow taking up half their couch. Also Ponta is still there he's still a little spirit guy that Girag is nebulously aware of but Alito isn't.

Mizar: OH MIZAR..... one of my favorite zexals in the College AUverse tbh. my failwoman. Tentatively out transfem overdramatic fake blond trying out she/they pronouns for the first time. Has a big expensive gaming desktop that lights up (it looks vaguely like Tachyon Dragon lol) and uses it primarily to get into heated furry drama online and write extensive papers and lab reports for her Physics degree, usually while under some degree of white knuckle meltdown stress. She and Dumon were dating for a while but broke up and truth be told Mizar's still got a couple hangups about it. Gets into a LONG, STUPID beef with Kite over their fursona designs "being too similar" that culminates in them having a brawl on the roof of a hotel mid furry-convention. Yes they were both in fursuits. No you can't tell anyone you saw Kite in a fursuit keep you voice down shh!!!!!!! They end up having some kind of t4t qpr-ish situationship i think. not avoiding the mizakai allegations i fear HDFHSFGF

Dumon: WHO UP STUDYING THEY MEDIEVAL TEXTS. god. I love college AU Dumon. little library dyke. dweeb he/him butch kind of sort of dating clark's Paula From Earthbound and they are having In Depth discussions about a podcast they just listened to. Medieval lit major who knows more about knights than you ever will in your entire life. He was born in Utah. Organizes the finances of the Barian Rental House and takes it all dead seriously and Vector still owes like three months of back rent and he kind of wants to strangle him over it. Type of guy who spends all day at the campus coffee shop nursing the same matcha latte for five hours. Mizar is his best friend and they still hang out post-break up and they're both just kind of constantly putting up with Vector's bullshit. i mean all the Barians are but STILL.

Shark, Rio, Dumon, and Vector also all have the distinction of having known each other when they were kids, before they all moved off on their separate ways (until reconnecting in college) As you can imagine, Vector and Shark's playground wars would get. Violent. 🥴 Dumon has had a bit of a crush on Shark since they met but has absolutely never disclosed this. Because I think it is funny.

The funniest detail about them as a whole in college AU to me is theyre all transfer students from NLSU's sister-campus in Barian, Indiana. WOE! Midwestern be upon ye! And also the previously mentioned nightmare queer housing situation they live in under Don Thousand The Dogshit Landlord (or, well, at this point it's just Mizar, Dumon, and the Kastle twins living there. The situation has improved Somewhat after Vector got kicked out HHDFDF he still loves fucking with all of them though in true 🥕 fashion)

[turoce]

Seana’s 2020 art highlights (a thread)

(Note: this is a reupload of a thread i did on twitter a few years back. so these are really old.)

January: i didn’t draw anything complete that month.... closest thing i could find to finished is this art i made of my OC, Angelord. man. remember when i drew my OCs? [2023 note: it's..... funny you say that. you would try to start up an original comic for the entirety of next year.... not that it ever came to fruition.]

February: i finished Link’s Awakening that month. i drew Marin bc i thought she was cute. i wish i could get motivated to draw fanart of recent video games i finished more... this is probably the last proper traditional art i made this year... after this, it’s mostly digital.

March: look. i’m attempting anatomy... and i failed lol. i remember being like “how do you draw woman” after drawing this... i mean. i still wanna know how to draw woman, so i guess i haven’t changed lol. [2023 note: I STILL DONT KNOW HOW TO DRAW WOMEN]

April: wait NVM here’s another traditional piece i made this year. he was an adoptable i made... but nobody was interested in them so he’s with me for now. i’ll try and redesign them, either to sell them or to keep him. [2023 note: i never sold this guy.... i was lazy and nobody values points these days. probs for the best because scamming children with virtual coins is probably not a good idea lmao. at the same time, i wish there was an easy way to buy and sell designs+commissions without having to get a credit card or paypal or something.]

May: another month where i didn’t draw anything. buuut i did some plush sketches to reference so das dat. [2023 note: you'll probably be able to name most charas here, but who's the guy i drew the most? that's Matteo, he's a little pink vampire and i made him through Gatcha Life.]

June: ah. the month where i started digital art. this was fanart for my friend’s OC. i didn’t know a lot of features of digital art so it looks like shit LOL not the first digital art i made ever, but it might as well be. [2023 note: i actually received my tablet around 2018, but i never had time to draw on it because i had 1 hour of screentime every day. this restriction was finally lifted in 2020 (because online classes) and i finally had time to venture out into the world of digital art...]

July: i made a lot of stuff this month, but to shorten the list... i finished the plush of my OC, Matteo. i wanna make another plushie... maybe with Suitcase.

this was also the month i joined the OSC... oh hell. it’s been 6 months?? [2023 note: 2 YEARS BITCH. ITS GONNA BE YOUR 3RD ANNIVERSARY if i didn't get so tired and started to hate the community so much.]

August: ...ergh. lets get over with this month quickly... Object OCs this. Object OCs that.

occasional Algebians.

i do not like the art here... it really shows that i’ve improved. ok let’s get outta here. [2023 note: i fucking despise the person who asked me why "they were old" to my humanizations of the Dangos. this is why i refuse to join another public server ever again and might have contributed to the delay of my human drawing skills.]

September: lots of Taco II. i seriously liked her a lot. still do, but the love is a bit more spread out between characters.

oh. and i watched ONE that month. cool.

October: i finally found a style that i could weld. hooyah.

don’t ask why i drew my friend as a cat maid... i thought it was funny ok.

September: the month of gift art. nothing else to say, but i like the thin lines. yes, ‘thin’. ...god i need to think of better things to say. [i would then realize i said the wrong month, and unlike tumblr, i cannot edit tweets once published, so my only option was to delete the whole thing and start over. or just say this:] did i just say September... oh for fucks- no i am not fixing this i’m already tired of this just imagine i said November ok

December: best art of this year so far (doh) nothing to say. just... happy that i improved. can’t wait to improve even more.

[hey look! i was in the 2020 JnJ christmas video! thats me! me!!]

aaand, that’s all for this year! man, i thought i was done with improvement. i can’t believe i proved myself wrong. usually other people do that for me lol. lets see if i can disprove myself again in 2021.

[blackkiwi]

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𐐪𐑂 ♡ an: I did this shi all at 4am last night what da hell

my dumb lil thirsts on how i think about these men that i know. i just know are fucking perverts, that and are into your ass LOL

warning +18 ahead

𐐪𐑂 ♡   cw: smut, mdni, unprotected sex, dumbification, breeding, somno, non con, implied impregnation,

Whether you're a fan of slapping or not, prepare for random strikes. Definitely does it for his pleasure not yours. Nicely deep inside you, slowly turning your pussy into a mess,, yet he doesn't halt his tempo, deeply thrusting his hips against your behind. watching the ripple of your ass jiggle. but that wasn't enough,, he just had to do it himself, winding his hand back for a nice *smack* and striking your ass sending shocks down your spine. Causing your pussy to clench hard on his cock certainly milking him at this point and that was enough to send him on edge,, Finally filling you to the brim,,, enjoying his high. You on the other hand did your best to give off an irritated look on your face even if you were flustered, turning your head back with an annoyed glare. But he doesn't seem to care,  head clearly in the clouds mesmerized by the sight of your beautiful body, how soft and plush your skin is,, your cute tummy and breast and finally the recoil of your sweet, sweet ass. Truly hypnotizing ♡

He's definitely a perverted lil shit too and doesn't hide it. Would randomly leave things on the floor just for you to bend over so he can sneak a peek and think of you during his 'alone time' aka when he misses you when in reality you'd just went out to get food. :( But wait there's more!! Sometimes when you're asleep he'd get a bit too pent up and would shamefully start rubbing up against you, slowly taking off your panties,,  it's okay though right? Just need some skin to skin contact, nothing wrong with that.. and begin fucking himself between you're thighs♡ Cock pressing real good against your pussy,, slowly.. in and out, in.. and out against your clit♡ it's pathetic really how easily he loses himself, precum already leaking making himself à mess on you're thighs, but he can't stop. You feel so good!! Like some dumb virgin, he can feel his mind go hazy again,, finally letting out his sweet moans and whimpers against your ear,, how bad his balls feel so full and he needs to cum! He no longer cares if you wake up,, he just wanted to paint your thighs with his cum!! In fact he does hope you're awake by now. Surely, you'll let him cum inside your pussy then??  It wouldn't be nice to waste my precious seed, especially since i've been saving my load for weeks just for you!! Please let him, let him creampie inside that delicious pussy of yours.

 He's been waiting to knock you up for a while now ♡.

CHILDE, Gorou, Kazuha, KAEYA, ITTO, Tighnari, THOMA, CYRO, Al-Haitham, Diluc

JEAN, REINER, EREN, CONNIE, ZEKE, PORCO

TOJI, Nanami, GOJO, GETO, Naoya, TODO, Noritoshi , ..mahito .

Long ah list and i know all the demon brothers ft. Diavolo would do this .

SHIGGY TOO FRFR.

[aquagirl1978]

heya! i hope you’re doing well! I absolutely loved the hc of ikevamp Leonardo and Arthur getting frustrated with mc but reconciling after some hurt feelings and space but i was wondering if you could do it where the roles are reversed so mc is mad at them? and possibly add le comte & vlad to the mix of you feel comfortable writing them? ( i wanna make sure i’m not overstepping your guidelines) also i know your more invested ikemen prince which also slays ✨💖 lol so if you want you can write something more loosely similar for characters of your choosing like a small drabble or something if you desire to or feel up to it. Thank you sm! Have an amazing day! !! ❤️❤️🎀✨🌙💛

Hi @iheartgirlymcs111 - I'm so glad you loved those headcanons! Sorry this took me a while to get to (I'll blame summer vacation for going by so fast!). It took me some time to think of some scenarios, but I hope you like this. (And while my blog does tend to lean towards Prince, I do actively read Vamp - and gladly accept requests for Vamp!)

IKEMEN VAMPIRE HEADCANONS - MC REACTION TO BEING MAD AT SUITOR (ARTHUR, LEONARDO, COMTE, VLAD)

Arthur Conan Doyle

"Why do you always have to tease Isaac?" you asked pointedly, hands on your hips.

Arthur looked at you over his coffee mug, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Every day, you pick on Isaac."

"But he likes it!"

"No, Arthur, he doesn't. Don't you notice how quiet he gets? How he often leaves the room to get away from you?"

Arthur put down his mug. He got out of his chair and approached you - but you pushed him away.

"A hug and a kiss will not solve this." Arthur looked down at you, a frown marring his face. "Pouting won't help either."

Sighing, you walked out of the kitchen.

"Where are going?" Arthur called out, following you.

"To my room. Please don't follow me." Arthur sighed, but obeyed your wishes, returning to his mug of coffee.

Alone in your room, you sat with your thoughts, wondering what you could do about this situation. Sighing, you fell on your plush bed, closing your eyes, hoping sleep would soon come and ease your thoughts.

You weren't sure how long you were napping, but a persistent knock at your door woke you.

Before you could answer it, Arthur opened the door a crack, popping his head inside. Crossing your arms, protecting your heart, you returned to your bed.

"Listen, luv," Arthur said softly. "I shouldn't have dismissed you like that." Your ears perked up at his words; you tilted your face towards his, curious to hear what else he had to say. He reached out for your hand, which you tentatively gave, the walls in your heart gently crumbling.

"I thought about what you said.... And as much as I hate to admit, you are right. I can be..." His big blue eyes searched yours, hoping he hadn't ruined what you had, that he could salvage things. "I can be better."

Your heart filled with warmth hearing his words. You always knew Arthur was a good man. Now he just had to figure that out, but you would always be there, happy to help him figure that out.

Leonardo da Vinci

"Leonardo, ahh.... Please don't stop."

Leonardo's teeth grazed your delicate skin, his mouth fastened to your slender neck. In the heat of the moment, he moaned against your skin, your fingers carding through his dark locks as his fangs descended.

As if doused with a bucket of ice water, Leonardo rolled off you immediately.

Disappointed, you wrapped yourself in a sheet, your body still breathless.

"You don't need to stop every time..."

Leonardo shook his head. "No, cara mia. I have to."

It broke your heart to see your love so conflicted - you were aware that the closer the bond with a vampire, the higher their desire, their need to drink from their lover. You also knew his deep desire to never pass this curse onto you - he never wanted you to lose your humanity.

But Leonardo wasn't the only conflicted one - you once had wanted to be turned. But that option was taken from you, ripped from you. Without consultation or debate. Most times, this did not bother you. But sometimes, like tonight, it did.

You climbed out of the bed; collecting your clothes, you began to get dressed - which was no small feat considering the state Leonardo kept his room in.

"Where are you going?" His amber eyes wavered with sadness as he reached out to you.

"I think it's best if I leave for a while." You turned and walked out of his room, making your way to the kitchen.

Once in the familiar surroundings of the kitchen, you made yourself a cup of tea. As you drank the warm tea, your mind filled with sweet memories of Leonardo.

Deep down, you knew he had your best interests at heart - even if sometimes, the thought of losing him sooner than later made you dream of eternal life.

By the time you were done with your beverage, your heart told you to return to your love. Grabbing a bottle of Rogue from the cabinet, as well as a clean glass, you made your way back to Leonardo's room.

Opening the door, you heard the soft sounds of a sleeping Leonardo. Your heart smiling, you made your way to the bed.

"Cara mia?" His voice filled with sleep, he reached out for you; this time you let him in, allowing him to pull you close. He took the glass from your hand, carefully filling it with the life-sustaining substance.

He drank quickly, for now it was time for you two to properly make up after your fight.

le Comte de Saint Germain

"Ma cherie, your dress for tonight is laid out on your bed."

"My dress? For tonight?"

"Oh," your lover said, his voice innocent and sweet. "I must have forgot to tell you. We were invited to a ball this evening..."

"Another ball..." you muttered under your breath.

Immediately picking up on your change, le Comte tilted your chin towards him with his thumb. "What's wrong, ma cherie?"

Sighing, you debated how to tell him how you felt - how do you say to this wonderfully kind, generous to a fault, sweet, loving man that you feel suffocated?

"Comte," you said, the pressure in your heart building. "When do I get a night with just my boyfriend? No balls. No dancing. No fancy gowns."

"I thought you liked this..."

"I do... but it's a lot. I'm feeling...."

"Do you not like the dresses? We can get you some new gowns."

Closing your eyes, you hoped your heart wouldn't beat right out from your chest. "Comte, it's not just the dresses. I want a boyfriend. Now a father parading me around to all the nobles."

Comte looked crestfallen at your words. "Is that how you see me?"

"I'm not feeling well, I'm going to my room." You stood up and walked to your room, leaving the love of your life lost and confused.

Walking into your room, you found the ball gown spread on your bed; the gown was shades of golden honey, reminiscent of your love's eyes, the perfect shade for an autumn ball.

Flopping on the bed, careful not to disturb the gown, you wondered if you had overreacted perhaps. Comte was different from you, this was true. There would always be a part of him you didn't fully understand due to those intrinsic differences.

For some unexplained reason, you found your fingers dancing along the fabric of the gown, the many layers of gold reminding you of your love.

As if compelled to do so, you found yourself changing into the golden gown. You quickly pinned your hair up and put on your favorite necklace. As ready as you could be, you ran off in search of le Comte.

You found him on the balcony, the scent of cigarillos still fresh in the air. At the sound of your footsteps, he turned, his eyes widening when he saw you dressed.

"I thought you weren't feeling well."

"I changed my mind." You looked around nervously, glad that he was out here alone. "If it isn't too late..."

"It's never too late, ma cherie." Comte approached you, a bright smile spread on his lips as he swept you into his arms in a tight embrace. "But I don't think I can share you tonight. Let's stay home tonight, we can dance here."

Vlad

As soon as you saw him headed towards the withering bud, you ran, stopping in between Vlad and the rose.

"Vlad! You cannot keep plucking any and every bloom you think is decaying."

"And why not?" he asked gently. He reached his hand out, his fingers stroking the browned petals. "This one is sick, it will ruin the rest of the bush."

"It still has life in it." You pulled his hand away, your eyes glaring daggers at his. "If you keep this up, you will be left with a garden of nothing. It will all be gone. Do you want that?"

"No. But if I leave the diseased one...."

You threw your hands up in frustration. "I cannot listen to this. I'm going back to the mansion."

The heavens chose that moment to open up and unleash a downpour of rain; Vlad looked at you sadly as you turned and walked away, making no movement to try and stop you.

During the carriage ride home, you stared out the window at the pouring rain as you wiped the tears from your face.

Before you wanted it to, the carriage arrived at the mansion, your tears still wet on your face. After thanking the driver, you stepped out and saw Vlad waiting by the door.

You scrubbed your cheek with the heel of your hand and lifted your face as you headed towards the pureblood.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, your voice taking on the similar chill of the rain around you.

Vlad flinched at your words. "I didn't pluck the bloom," he said quietly. Sighing, his eyes met yours. "I don't want an empty garden." He approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his snow-white head against your shoulder.

It wasn't much, but it was a start. You loved this man; nothing was going to change that. Vlad had so much good in him, you knew you could help him right his ways. Step by step.

[bora-in-tamriel]

Songs for Thinking

Listen to songs while writing or imagining scenes like I do? Well, I got no art to post so I’m in a song mood so bear with me as I make these random text posts lol  I want to compose a handy list of songs I know that fit certain themes? If that makes sense, but hope they help you find the right tunes for your mood setting needs

Feel free to suggest more to the list or help me sort them better, I tried to describe what the songs felt like but some might be strange or unfitting bc I didn’t know how to best describe them lol just let me know! 

LIST BELOW!

I’ll keep adding to this, it’s not complete, but I wanna post it so I can just edit it, so keep an eye on it if ur looking for songs.

I’ll try adding these, I forgot in the beginning lol   ♪ = No Lyrics/Singing ♫ = Chanting/Choir/Vague/Minimal Singing

Dramatic, Fighting, Conflict, Slow Mo, Power move hours

Ainsi Bas Laa Vida - eluxed, bretha & nezexous

SHUM - Go_A

Sahara (Slowed) - Hensonn  ♫

Ignition - VALORANT & LICK  ♪

Winning Move - Joshua Kyan Aalampour  ♪

Heart of Courage - Two Steps From Hell

Deadwood - Really Slow Motion  ♪

Protectors of the Earth - Two Steps From Hell

To Hell and Back - Sabaton

The Battle - Harry Gregson-Williams (Narnia)  ♪

Peaks Pass - Bear McCreary  ♫

The Dragon - Bear McCreary  ♫

The Ladt Stand - Sabaton

Messa da Requiem: II. Dies irae - Giuseppe Verdi -- Chicago Symphony Chorus, Chicago Symphjony Orchestra & Daniel barenboim  ♫

Rising Victorious also

Two New Alphas - John Powell  ♫

Winning Move - Joshua Kyan Aalampour

Wolf King - Two Steps From Hell

Victory - Two Steps From Hell

Epilogue - Bear McCreary (short)  ♫

Idk Nords, Vikings, Battle that vibe

Valhalla Calling - Peyton Parrish

In the Name of God - Powerwolf

Flying With Mother - John Powell  ♪

Framganga - Danheim  ♫

Lullaby of the Giants - Bear McCreary  ♫

God of War - Bear McCreary   ♫

The Summoning (feat. Raya Yarborough) - Bear McCreary

Faster, Aim to Kill vibes

Murder In My Mind - Kordhell

RAVE - Dxrk  ♪

Redchinawave - zzx3rown  ♪

Override - KSLV Noh  ♫

The Rebel Path - P.T. Adamczyk  ♪

Sahara - Hensonn  ♫

Criminals - F.O.O.L  ♪

Edge - Rezz  ♪

Kill Kill - Le Destroy & The Bait  ♫

Horror Show - Battlejuice  ♪

Genesis - Jnathyn  ♪

Carnage Unleashed - Marco Beltrami  ♪

Hero’s Awakening, Showing Potential, Had Enough

Planet Zero - Shinedown

Changes Are Coming - Daughtry

Tourniquet - Breaking Benjamin

Better Off Alone - Plush

Voices In My Head - Falling In Reverse

Empowering? idk but good stuff

Blood In The Wine - AURORA

Atlas Falls - Shinedown

Wild Hearts Can’t Be Broken - P!nk

This Mountain - Faouzia

VILLAIN (feat. Kim Petras & League of Legends) - K/DA & Madison Beer

Beautiful is Boring - BONES UK

Broken Will, No Hope, Low vibes

Lost - Crim3s

Fighting in the Car - joe p

Eleanor Rigby - Cody Fry

Memories, Melancholic, Loss, Grim

Drift Away Omnichord - Mars Bars

Solas - Jamie Duffy

Lone Star (feat. Emily Coomber & Z1on) - XHz Official

Oogway Ascends - Hans Zimmer & John Powell (yes, that song)

Francis Forever - Mitski

Terrifié - Joshua Kyan Aalampour  ♪

Breathe - Son Lux

Unmade - Thom Yorke

Buried in Water - Dead Man’s Bones

Guns for Hire - Woodkid

What Could Have Been - Sting

Goodbye - Ramsey

Bad Dreams (Stripped) - Faouzia

Please Forgive Me - Brooke Blair & Will Blair  ♪

Waltz the night away, Fond encounters, Spinning Memories, Soft, Hopeful

Raindrop Waltz No. 1 in B Minor - Joshua Kyan Aalampour  ♪

Merry-Go-Round of Life (from ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’) - Joe Hisaishi  ♪

Waltz of the Knells - Joshua Kyan Aalampour  ♪

Masquarade: Waltz - Aram Khachaturian -- Royal Philharmonic Orchestra & Yuri Simonov  ♪

Just good vibes idk where to put these

Manuchi - Chad Farran (tavern vibe)  ♪

Welcome Home - Radical face (this song, my beloved)

Mushroom Picker Dance - Floex

Every Day - bo en

A Good Song Never Dies - Saint Motel

Interlude: I’m Not Angry Anymore - Paramore

Slow Feelings, Moody, Sad Love

Shootout - Izzamuzzic

Exit Music (For a Film) - Radiohead

Goodbye Blue - BADBADNOTGOOD

Let Me Follow - Son Lux

Love Story - Sarah Cothran

Minefields - Faouzia & John Legend

As The World Caves In - Sarah Cothran

Low Light - Aquilo

Sorry - Aquilo

Deep End - Birdy

Train Wreck - James Arthur

Let Me Love the Lonely - James Arthur

Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths

Falling Apart - Michael Schulte

Romance, Do anything for each other

Not Giving In - Tom Walker

Sleep on the Floor - The Lumineers

Little betrayal, hurty feelings and just breakup songs lol

She Knows (feat. Amber Coffman & Cults) - J. Cole

What A Shame - Leyla Blue

good 4 u - Olivia Rodrigo

you broke me first - Tate McRae

Direct romance, Established feelings

La Seine and I - Vanessa Paradis & Sean Lennon

MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT - Elley Duhé

Feisty (Remix) - Jhameel & BLUE SATELLITE

I Think I’m In Love - Kat Dahlia

Daphnes - Sarah Cothran

Guess That’s Love - Ryan Mack

I Hear a Symphony - Cody Fry

Tiny Bit Obsessed

The Red Means I Love You - Madds Buckley

Stalker’s Tango - Autoheart

Lil sensual, little spice, as a treat

Mirror Masa (I Think I’m Falling For You) - Dathan  ♫

Can’t Remember to Forget You  (feat. Rihanna) - Shakira

Dirty Dirty - Charlotte Cardin

Deep End - Fousheé

THIS VIBE that I need more songs for, yano, dancey, gives me dancing at night vibes

Eyes On Me - Céline Dion

Looking at Me - Sabrina Carpenter

Absolutely Eerie, Ominous, my beloved

Disposable Entertainment - Tobias Lilja

Étude for a Minor - Tobias Lilja

Casting Shadows - Tobias Lilja

Signal Inteference - Tobias Lilja

End of the Hall - Tobias Lilja

Everything Little Nightmares/Tobias Lilja but those are some favorites lo

The Narnia Lullaby - Harry Gregson-Williams

Helheim - Bear McCreary  ♫

Body in the Water - Brooke Blair & Will Blair  ♪

Tension - Jeremy Soule  ♪

Shattered Shields - Jeremy Soule  ♪

St. Estes Reform School (Extended) - Marco Beltrami  ♪

The Death Waltz - Tobias Lilja  ♫

Mysterious wonder

Secrets of the Castle - John Williams  ♪

Downright Stressful, Eerie, Chasing, Rush

Claustrophobia - Tobias Lilja  ♫

Bottom Feeders - Tobias Lilja  ♫

Shopping Spasm - Tobias Lilja (has buildup)  ♫

The Man in the Hat - Tobias Lilja (heartbeat-like)  ♫

Deliverance - Bear McCreary  ♫

The Lady Circles - Tobias Lilja  ♪

No Idea but good stuff

Same Old Energy - Kiki Rockwell

Necromancin Dancin - Bear Ghost

.intoodeep. - Dead Poet Society

Maria - Hwa Sa

[jirouing]

★ ·.·˙··˙·.· FIND SOME TIME !

➫ pairings ;; keigo takami x gn!reader.

➫ wordcount ;; 789.

➫ synopsis ;; there came a pattern of knocks at the window. you lifted your head slightly to squint at the offense. out of curiosity, you were about to shuffle out of bed but your phone started to vibrate and halted you further.

➫ authors%notes ;; fluff, a soft hawks lol

The sun had long began to set and dressed the sky in a soft peachy color that bled through the window of your room. You twirled a pen between your fingers as your eyes glossed over the endless pages of words. They were all jumbling up in your brain and you wanted so badly to quit and nap then and there but you needed to finish. 

Still the internal battle was over once you let your head bang back against your headboard, groaning as you turn over and dose yourself in the fluffiness of your pillows.

Then there came a pattern of knocks at the window. You lifted your head slightly to squint at the offense. Out of curiosity, you were about to shuffle out of bed but your phone started to vibrate and halted you further. You scooped up your phone and your narrowed eyes softened once you saw it was a string of texts from Keigo.

love giver #-> Knock knock

It's your favorite person at the window (6:41 PM)

You snorted and began to text back.

uber hottie #-> yo you know sza??? tell her to release bloodstain rn (6:42 PM)

love giver #-> Hah hah very funny, [Name]

But come outside for meeee

I have something I wanna show you ((;;;;;;;;; (6:42 PM)

It took you a bit longer to respond this time. Thinking about the work you had to finish. Just as you thought about it, another text came.

love giver #-> Please, for me? I won't keep you long I swear on your heart (6:44 PM)

uber hottie #-> ... 

okay fine you big baby i'll be out in a sec (6:45 PM)

love giver #->🕺🏼💞💏 (6:45 PM)

You shut off your phone and finally made it to the window, opening it and popping your head outside to look for Keigo but to no avail.

"Hi, lovebird," the sudden sound of his voice made you jump a tiny bit and you looked up to see him slowly descending from above you. "How long were you planning that?" you questioned. The blond shrugged and planted a kiss on your forehead. "No clue. But didn't think you were actually gonna come out though."

You shrugged the same and he wrinkled his nose at the action. "I wasn't but I did because asked ever so nicely." Keigo chuckled and took your hand up in his. "There's something on the roof waiting for both of us, I think you'll really like it."

"Oh yeah?" he nodded quickly, "would I ever steer you wrong?" Just as you opened your mouth, he shushed you. "Ah- Don't answer that. Come with me." You rolled your eyes as he took you into his arms and flew up a few levels past your apartment.

He gently put you down and your mouth parted in surprise when you found the set up he concocted.

"Ta-da," he guided you closer to the picnic. "I saw you were going through it, so why not have the rest of the evening to ourselves? There's no people, no loud noises, no work. Just you, me, and this cute picnic basket." It was all decorated in different colors and he opened it for you to see. It had all of your favorite food and snacks packed inside, some of which you never would've thought he'd remember. 

"I...Keigo- this is too nice for me. I'm shocked there's no other special occasion." You gawked at the dimly light candles set in far corners surrounding the blanket. He snorted and he held your hands again. "I don't need a reason to spoil my baby, now do I?" You let out a breathless laugh and you couldn't wipe the bright smile off your face.

He squeezed your palms and his eyes met yours in a love-filled gaze. "Soo...do you like it? Is it too minimalistic?" You scoffed, "don't even try me. It's perfect. Especially since it came from you." Keigo gave you an adorable grin. His hand rose to stroke his fingers alongside your cheek, one brushing the plush of your lips. You leaned into his touch before he pulled away.

"Alright! Let's eat before the food gets cold!"

This was the most relaxed you've been in awhile and you can only thank Keigo a hundred times for doing this. The work you had left was gone for the entire evening and you could only focus on the little rooftop date you had. It was all too sweet and you made sure to kiss him a hundred more times for the thought.

But you didn't know that this was one of two surprises. The second one was although much smaller in comparison, it was sure to brighten up your day when revealed.

end%notes ;; short ending short ending

you can prolly guess what the sec surprise was ((;;;;;;;;;

anyways, my school year is coming to a close in a week and i was feeling kind of down and out about what might happen next so i made this specifically for myself - and any other struggling students or people - as a kind of "you can do it!" thing to take your mind off work for a moment. but i hope whoever sees this enjoyed because technically it's my first fluff with the birdman-

ps. - this is also here to put smth here while i finish those aot requests. i should hopefully be finished and have them up by tomorrow.

ps.s - i used [name] instead of y/n and i kind of like it better. feels less wattpad-y ifykwims

[nagito-kissmaeda]

Yandere Komaeda Headcanons submitted by Chaos under the cut (y) Warnings: Slight nsfw, yandere behavior, stalking, mention of suicide, masturbation (not very explicit.)

Yandere Nagito probably wasn't very Yandere before you came along. The unlucky boy was probably still the funky little creep to his classmates as always but as soon as you step through the doorway of 77-B's classroom then he kind of just thought, "Oh, they're pretty." And continued with his day. He didn't think too much of you.

If you were an ultimate who walked into the classroom, he wouldn't have thought much of it besides the idea that "YoU wErE sPrEaDiNg HoPe 😩"

If you were a reserve course student, on the other hand, he would think he is slightly superior. So, if you talk to him he'll feel like he's better than you but won't say anything except under certain circumstances (ex: You ask him for his opinion of you, his opinion on reserve course, that kind of stuff. At least, he's honest :/) But keep in mind, he only really acts like this when you two first meet.

After getting to form a friendship with you (however that happened, I'll leave that up to you), his crush on you takes shape quickly.

He mostly just did small stuff that made it obvious that he liked you (whether he realized it or not.) If you weren't around he'd be asking everyone in sight if they knew where you were. He'd linger uncomfortably close to you whenever you two were together. The unlucky boy also tended to...✨follow✨ you.

Bestie, run while you still can 🏃‍♀️💨 because after he kidnaps you you're gonna be more like ♿

(I guess that's assuming you can run at all...sorry if I offended someone ._.)

When you two are hanging out, he eventually opens up to you about his illnesses and past. All of what he told you would probably be a lot to process so the only thing you can think of besides, "I'm so sorry that happened to you," is that you just hug him. Now he's shocked. You're both shocked. wOAH! Nagito doesn't move at all during the hug and probably forgot to breathe because c'mon...homie hasn't received any form of physical affection for God knows how long. He's drawing a total blank and the first words that spring to his mind are, "I'm going to marry them."

You cannot tell me this man doesn't want to get married one day. Yes, his luck sucks fat juicy butt but it's just something he craves and can be selfish about. Nagito's opinion on his want for having a spouse goes back and forth, like how the fitness gram pacer test works (I bet some of you don't even know that this is something outside of a meme lol.) He probably got this desire from seeing how bad his parents' relationship was.

Nerdy headcanon stuff you don't have to read: So, it isn't canon that his parents had a bad relationship but I imagine that they did because Nagito mentions that his mom had never complimented him and he gained a massive inheritance after his family's death. Let me explain my logic on those. Nagito's mom probably never complimented him because she didn't like or want him. I also headcanon that his parents were in an arranged marriage which is why they were so rich and why I think they had a bad relationship, because let's be honest, not all arranged couples are comfortable with one another. The arranged marriage also could've been the reason why his family was wealthy, it could have had to do with business and work. So to wrap it all up, Nagito's parents are rich because of an arranged marriage and they don't really like each other and they had a kid that neither of them wanted so now it's a broken family with a fucked up kid. I know that sounds like a stretch but that's why it's a headcanon and not actually canon lol.

After that one hug, that's when he truly sees you as some sort of ethereal Deity that he was sure he was going to wed in the future (Hell, he'd probably settle for right there, right now.) He no longer cared if you were an ultimate or not because now he saw you as something even greater. Of course, he still views himself as scum but even scum has desires that they are willing to do anything for.

After Nagito had come back to his dorm, the realization hit him that if he was going to marry you, he would have to be worthy of your hand in marriage. So, he prepares. By that I mean he starts stalking you a lot.

You two were already friends on social media so you probably didn’t dwell too much on it when you found him accidentally liking old posts. He’d go on your socials and scroll through it looking for every little bit of information he could find on you. Sometimes he'd strike gold and other times he'd dig up dirt. Nagito began talking to you a lot more so he could gain some information on your likes and dislikes. You only assumed that he was more comfortable with talking to you now because he confided his troubles in you but in reality he was planning your future life with him. Once in a while you'd invite to your dorm whether it was for hangouts, study sessions, or just sleepovers (he absolutely LOVED it when you brought those up.) The only opening he had to steal stuff is when you went to the bathroom and when that happened all he'd do every single time is go to the closet, grab another one of the pillow cases that the dorm provides, and switch them out with your current ones. When the pillowcase stops smelling like you then he just sticks it in the school's laundry basket where things like bed sheets, pillow cases, and blankets that belong to the school go.

After weeks after weeks of obtaining bits and pieces of information on you such as food you like and dislike, what your family is like (If you/your oc has one), your favorite movies, music genres, and clothing, etc., He eventually realized that he lacked three more things. Romance, experience, and…"performance."

The one thing he absolutely needed to learn first was "How to kiss." Even though no one sees his search history besides him, it was still very  embarrassing to put those words on his computer. He typed those three letters into the google machine and ta-da! A wikihow page and a YouTube video were apparently his best options. He opted for the latter and watched as a lady and her boyfriend demonstrated how to perform different types of kisses. Intimate and sexual. He feels awkward just watching this and he feels like he should practice but...on what? Luckily for him, there is a perfectly good pillow lying on his bed.

...This was definitely weird. His chapped lips were pressed against the plush pillow as he imagined he was french kissing you. This doesn't seem like the greatest method but Nagito doesn't seem to have any other choice.

The pillow in front of me was wrinkled and slightly wet from where I had last kissed it. It felt beyond awkward to kiss a pillow and imagine it was your future partner. I couldn't imagine them walking in on me as my face was buried in a pillow while moaning out muffled noises. It would be far too embarrassing but, I've faced worse. Practice should continue or else my mouth will never come as even a fraction of pleasure to my love. I approach the pillow and lay, stomach down, on my bed again. While this has been an awkward situation, my insides are starting to feel like they're on fire! It's probably just the thought of Y/N floating around in my brain. I take a deep breath before cupping my hands at the corners of the pillow and diving my mouth towards the pillow once more. I start off with a short kiss but continuously start moving my lips against, what I imagine to be, their lips. I move my bottom lip more often than my top. Imagining I'm trapping their lips against mine. Just the thought of trapping them makes me grind my hips against the mattress a little. Even though I'm soft I still let out a little whimper. Does Y/N even like it when their partner makes noise? I wasn't able to find any information on what she likes in bed so...with my luck, I'll just leave it to chance. My kisses get more sloppy and desperate. I begin swiping and swirling my tongue against the pillow thinking about just what it might feel like to make out with them. Their hot, wet mouth pressing up against mine while our tongues rub against one another in an attempt to touch each other. I moan seemingly too loud at that thought and start humping the bed. Everything feels so hot.

Maybe combining kissing practice and "performance" practice would be a good idea.

Once he starts performance practice, his browser is constantly on sex related websites. But more on the education side...he wants to know how to make you feel good and how to make himself last longer. Once in a while, he does go on the hub though so he can pretend it's you and him having sex on the screen. He tries his best to look for ones where it sounds like you or looks like you. He prefers the ones where it sounds like you so that way he could just close his eyes and imagine you and him are together. 

Just a random bonus I thought I'd add in: He got a boner during class once and sat there for like ten minutes just waiting for it to go away. So he just ended up palming himself through his pants and struggled to not make any noise. He liked to imagine you were under the desk pressing your face against his clothed crotch and just rubbing your face around that area. Luckily, he came without letting a single noise slip past his lips. Unluckily, Nagito cums a lot. So everyone could see the enormous wet spot on the crotch of his pants when class was dismissed.

He happens to have a weird habit of doing domestic and soft things with a hint of creepy. For example, one of his favorite things to do as of recently is print out a picture that has your face in it, tape it to his pillow, and fall asleep cuddling it. This sounds fine if you two were dating but… you aren't. He'll give it kisses, cuddle with it, fall asleep with it, and, of course, it's what he uses during his performance practice. He also enjoys eating meals with it and watching movies while cuddling it too. He perceives it all as practice for when you two are wed.

I'm going to assume you aren't an oblivious idiot and just say that you probably began to notice how weird he'd get around you. You tried distancing yourself a little bit but enough to still stay friends. He noticed the change in how often you'd hang out with him and his anxiety skyrocketed. Nagito would feel he had only a couple choices left. And that was to kidnap you, get rid of any obstacles that didn't allow him to spend every waking moment with you, or just flat out kill you so that way no one could have you. He already knew he wouldn't be able to even breathe without you so he'd likely kill himself as well in the process.

Author's Note: I'll probably be discontinuing that one Nagito x reader chapter 2 because I wasn't able to finish it before the school year started and I was just dissatisfied with the chapters BUT! I do have plenty of headcanons on yandere Komaeda! Message me if you want some far more nsfw headcanons because I have a lot for this guy.  I'm also very open to crackfic oneshots.

[ajarofpickledtears]

Caress, freckles, sunkissed, buttery, and plush for the soft asks? 👉👈

caress - do you like to snuggle?

yes. yes very much. all the snuggles please. big group snuggles with all my friends? good. my sister wanting to cuddle? also good. I crave physical touch and affection.

freckles - most worn article of clothing?

at this point it's probably my Friendly Fire 6 (it's a German Charity Stream event thing) sweat jacket (if that's what it's called lol)

this:

(yes I spent way too much time on taking pictures)

sunkissed - autumn or spring?

autumn all the way.

a) it's my birth season

b) temperatures go down with is awesome cause I'm not good with heat (plus insects etc leave lmao)

c) I love the aesthetic, smell, weather

buttery - favourite snack?

depends on my mood I guess? I go through phases.

dunno if like Ben & Jerry's counts as a snack, but Strawberry Cheesecake and Netflix & Chill'd are awesome

paprika or chili crisps are bomb

and chocolate, or brownies, or cookies

it changes ;D

plush - how many stuffed animals do you still own?

as of now, I have twelve (if I counted correctly, no guarantees though xD)

them's the squad

now, I'll put individual info on a few specific ones cause half of these I got within the last two/three years by my ex

the oldest one:

I got her when I was in hospital, and I think it even was by a nurse or something, when I was a toddler. I legitimately have very faint memories of this.

I can only assume that it was when I had a fever-induced seizure cause it's the only thing I went to hospital for when I was young.

she's had different names, sometimes my name, sometimes Pippi Langstrumpf 🤷🏼‍♀️🤔

next up: Mondi (could be translated to Moony)

can't say my age, but dad won it at one of those funfair games? it was like a horse racing thing

he played for long enough for me to get this, and my sister got a big dolphin, not sure if she still has it

Mondi is actually currently in my bed and serving as a pillow (he doesn't mind though)

then we have... Klärchen das Bärchen

-chen, in this case, is a diminutive. basically you could translate the name to Klara the bear.

don't know when exactly I got it, but we were out with mum and saw these on a store, my sister got the same one and my mum got a bigger version

I think I've surely had her throughout Gymnasium, and definitely when I had braces

now, nameless reindeer:

was part of a Kinder Surprise Egg christmas pack, another student and I got one from our class teacher around christmas cause she knew we'd been having a hard time

it's very soft

not completely sure about the order of the last two, so

I think I got that teddy right when I came back from the UK (so August 2019), he's "officially" called - as in, on the tag on his ear it says - "Bob der Bär (Bob the bear)"

I know for sure that my sister has the same one too, and I think my mum might? it's just a thing, mum buying like stuffies, or years ago barbie dolls, for all of us

the doggo a friend crocheted for me as a birthday gift which. honestly, do I need to say any more? it's amazing

also soft af

they also made me a scarf in the ace pride flag colours that is super soft too

(shoutout to @riheinorn duh)

[fandom-sheep]

Fundy 28 APR 21

Delayed Liveblog Vault Hunters Part 1/1

Our favorite fox is damp. And apparently can’t get his hair to sit right.

He’s already having to raise the redemption price. It’s been 5 seconds.

I don’t even quite get Vault Hunters I know Hbomb did it last season and that it.

Charm. Lovely.

Is the bottom right a confetti cannon?

Oh no we have to fight? We can’t be trusted.

We are the sort of people to purposefully lose the fight.

Don’t get me wrong. We love Fundy and will cry on command. But also we are rather mean to him.

Mystic Tomato. I don’t know what it is but I love it.

I was saving up Chanel points for water and ads. But now I gotta save for those and the little fun reward pack things.

Oh no. Did we hit 100 subs already? That’s what it says over his name?

Confetti canon?

5up! Hooray!

HBomb humoring Fundy with the emotes.

Fight fight fight!

So close. We tried out best to fight the giant.

Alright chat. We need another arena. Everyone get him.

Everyone in chat yelling about Phil doing stuff in OSMP. Wrong server y’all. We can deal with that later.

Ooo are we doing VC?

Everything is so chaotic already.

Tubbo and Fundy trying to figure everything out.

You know things are confusing when the original people are like “the what?”

There was a how to play meeting? And somehow these boys are still confused.

Tubbo at least has an excuse to be confused.

I love skill trees in games. They just look so pretty.

“I see a melon!” -Fundy

5up our beloved.

My streamer is being beat up with a boomerang.

Fundy doesn’t know what’s happening, but he’s rich so it works.

Tubbo is just saying every name in hopes he says the right one.

Pizza!

We attack!

WE WIN!

We did it! We’re a good chat!

Is 5ups skin still cog champ themed? Maybe not. Maybe my brain is being goofy.

Is Fundy complaining about his hair? I’m not actually paying attention. What is chat on about.

That’s one thing that can be said about all the chats. They like it when their streamers have fluffy hair.

Chat really is just crying aren’t they. Fundy’s chat has a skill of crying at everything.

Hooray 5up is active! Fundy go say hi for us!

Hooray friends!

Super good item! I don’t get it, but super good item!

ITS THE BEING!

Arena arena. We’re almost to the arena!

Aww. I missed the bets.

ARENA TIME!

Beat em up chat!

Oh no. He’s hitting hard.

WE DIDS IT!

ARENA TIME!

Oh were getting hit hard.

But we did it!

Good Job Wolf! Awesome Millionaire!

No arena box for winning. Rude.

Chat can’t even remember how many fights we’ve won.

Stupid full inventory.

Temporary base on the hill.

Pretty chest!

All the gifted subs. Such a popular streamer.

That looks so cool! I missed what it did but it looks cool!

Ooo all sorts of cool things.

Look at chat go

SHULKER SHELLS!

Look at everyone giving Fundy things.

It’s neato that they use peoples skins. That you can see the people who donated.

Shulker crates! Nice! That’ll be good for transporting things.

We’re so fancy.

Ooo sorting. The most complicated thing.

Chats over here spoiling our streamer.

Wool?

ARENA TIME!

We got this!

Beat em up subs!

WE WON!

Looting 2 noice.

Mods bribing chat to stop barking with Scooby snacks. I love them so much.

Wolf my dear you have done nothing wrong.

Oh cloud9 has a fox skin!

Ooo create mod. We know about that.

A lovely little base.

Cake is being stolen all over the place.

Stab stab the dragon.

Hooray follow goal! Music time!

Oh... that was it. Alrighty we’ll take what we can get.

Time to win an arena subs. We want music.

Our boy is confused.

Fundy just read the chat. They are telling you.

I got to get this time! The subs will destroy everyone!

Happy Halloween?

Gasp! Mega gift!

Pretty skin!

We love the Fundy mods dearly. They are so chill and nice.

The water well has run dry.

The streamer has escaped. It’s just us, the mods, and the chair.

Oh a Schlatt plush! Neato!

Schlushy I agree with that name.

“Not the hat the other one.” LOL.

Chat go Glatt

Went to get water the. Forgot to drink it.

Subs can modify emotes left and right.

Viper good job! Good book!

Fundy doing his game at middle of the night o’clock.

Streamer... please sleep. Please eat meals.

We’re almost at the Arena!

Sleep 8 hours... just at the wrong time.

Chat fully admitting to thinking our streamer is dumb enough to fall in lava.

We have learned to balance our expectations Fundy.

Oh this is going to be a long stream. A really long stream. I’ll probably need to take a break and do some work.

Arena Time! Beat em up subs!

Good job subs!! You did it!

Let’s see what we get for the arena.

So many Wolf!

Diamond!!!

Putting the winners on their boxes. Nice.

I have so much work to do, but I just want to watch the funky Fox.

Villagers? We love villagers.

PIANO!

Oh we’re switching screens it’s serious piano.

So lovely. I love listening to music people do their things.

I love the fact the subs keep shouting FundyJam!

I swear improv music should not sound this lovely

Spooky sounding tune. Sounds like a boss fight in a haunted castle.

Awesome piano!

Poor boy so annoyed by his hair. Bless his heart.

For anyone who doesn’t touch Twitter. The Fundy Updates Twitter is fabulous and amazing. They are just always so upbeat over everything.

Trying to nether portal. You go fox friend.

Wow Just portal to the center do a lava lake. Under soul sand.

You go 5up! You get that bastion.

Rip 5up.

Poor Fundy doing his best.

How’s the VC crew doing?

MENDING GOLD PANTS!!!

The drip is back!

Also I voted no in the will he burn pole. I have faith in my streamers.

We’re calling Fundy emo now. And he’s trying to deny having an emo phase, and failing.

I don’t know what’s happening half the time in this chat.

Fire Fox!

We’re still calling Fundy emo. Chat spoils the streamer and chat bullies the streamer.

Oh are we trending emo Fundy? Nice. I’m conveniently scrolling on Twitter.

Look at us bully our streamer.

The two people in chat. Those saying emo Fundy. Those going “his hair is nice stfu”. The duality of chat.

Sounds of suffering coming from the nether.

Fundy has taken responsibility for enderpearls.

We cursed Fundy? I look away for 10 seconds.

Pixel has turned on Fundy.

Fight that ghast.

Fundy’s going to get all the endermen.

Piglin goes smack.

We’re wearing the drip. Nice.

Everyone gets rich so fast here.

Well. We’ll just leave the corpse there.

Sizzle.

The people who bet on him dying are so rich in channel points now.

*sad fox noises*

Surely not. Fundy we have lost all hope in you.

Pixel doing everything they can to do anti emo Fundy.

Aww. I missed the prediction. I bet he won’t die. I believe in him.

Fundy being scared by his own body. Cant wait to see that clip everywhere on YouTube.

Back to attacking the endermen.

Tubbo is such a villain. He’s so willing to kill HBomb.

Fundy just getting back to work.

I’m sorry corpses become skeletons. That’s horrid.

Off to get the dragon. The dragon the dragon.

Tubbo was smote.

HBomb and Fundy fully ready to be that person that steals the temple.

Hbomb shaped chest. That is great.

Everyone bullying HBomb.

Almost Arena time.

Betting yes on the arena. The subs are strong and they’ve got this.

My twitch app is being stupid. This might be my signal to take a break and do my school work.

8k boosters and the chat goes nuts.

Chat from where I am is just a bunch of booster packs. I think I need to close and reopen the app.

There we go. There is the lovely chat.

Arena time!

Aww. My bet disappeared when I moved the app.

No! He’s cheating! The subs are doing their best!

Good job subs!

I mean it’s a diamond sword. It’s not diamonds but it’ll do.

I heard a du du du du?

I’ve got to go. Time to be productive with my life and time.

Let me know if I miss anything especially stupid or funny.

Alright it’s been 2 and a half hours but I’m back.

Looks like I missed a lot, and the boy has been going 5 hours.

Still on Vault Hunters? How is he not tired of this yet good gracious.

We’re enchantin’

I don’t know what’s happening but I’m watching.

Who stole all the luck from the boy?

Good that he’s drinking plenty of water

Good that he’s taking a break for foods.

What is with the lightening sounds? I don’t like it.

Spare the soup pet.

Sadness. No 3rd cow.

Yes! One more arena!

Lure da cows.

No that’s the Fundy Cow!

Nooooo. That’s worse than killing it!

Did we win our other arenas? I only say the first 5 or so.

Lightening Cow. Lovely.

Noooo the cowwww!

For once Fundy isn’t the one thriving.

He tunneled the cow out. Wow.

Bye 5up! Good luck!

Hi Crumb. The cow was snatched.

Noooo. Quit stealing our cows!

What he jumps like Superman and steals our cows.

Cow bunker.

These cows will get snatched. I just know it.

No. No taking da cows.

Our cows must be protected.

Enchanting is not on our fox’s side

Oh so they did beat the enderdragon. Good for them.

All sorts of neato elytra.

I must go again. I am called to dinner.

Good job getting you diamond sir.

30 minutes later I am back and we are chatting with HBomb.

Sharp boomerang.

Saw a bit of cat maid peaking out there.

5up judging Fundy for just sitting and mining.

Oh the facecam is off. I’m just noticing.

I guess it probably goofed up and froze.

Everyone in chat talking about how much to make the magic packs. I like the people saying 6.9k just for the funnies.

I’m voting 6.9k in the pole just for the funny.

I know it won’t win but I’m doing my part.

Goblins? What the squeak did I miss?

What. We stab the goblins. And they give us emeralds?

This mans has been going for 6 hours and a while. I hope he doesn’t forget to look after himself. He was talking about eating an hour ago.

I love all the product minions. All the donators just chilling on their chests.

Why are all the minions black and white? I missed that one?

Oh they run out. They ran out of stuff and out of color.

Wealth in the chest, since we don’t have a mouth.

Angel or Fairy? Is that even a question? (Chat chose fairy)

Fairy Fox. I want to draw that but have negative amounts of art skills.

We’re killing time until we hit 7 hours.

We’re meeting up with 5up! Nice!

Oh HBomb left and thought Fundy hadn’t done anything in 20 minutes but jump around his castle. LOL.

We hit 7 hours and dipped.

7 hours and almost a thousand subs. Look at us go.

Hello Puffy Raiders! You’re a bit late but hello!

Oh no. He’s panicking and not ending.

Please someone who feels like being annoying remind the mans to eat.

Raffle? Oh donators! They go through a raffle thingy! Nice!

Hooray OSMP but also Fundy please sleep and such.

Not even raffling. Just opening and closing.

Nice spin noises.

WOLF! Wolf earned to win the raffle.

Wait wait wait? Fundy go get some food and go to bed!

Hey look there is our streamer!

This is the max post size lol. 5up raid let’s go! Hello 5up! We are here! But now I’m going to bed. Oh nevermind. I hear the fox. Ah that’s smart 5up. Anyway. I’m gone now.

[plushiimax]

HELLO PEOPLE OF TUMBLR PLEASEE HELP ME DECIDE (sorry for da caps)

okok so im gonna ask my mom if i can use my money and buy a danganronpa cosplay off of amazon but i need help deciding !!

my options are:

- monomi (will probably be most expensive but will be worth it lol)

- mahiru (if i do her all i need is a wig and the costume)

- kaede (same as mahiru but i will get a few accessories)

- or chiaki !!

pleaseeee help me i cant choose aaaaa,,

if i end up not deciding im just gonna get a monomi and monokuma plush,,

[jslittlebirdie]

Happy Birthday!

My goodness, I'm probably the worst friend you can ever imagine! Not only did I not manage to get your gift ready on time (I promise, I'll work on it as best as possible!), I'll only get in touch shortly before the day is over! I'm so, so very incredible sorry! You really don't deserve that and you have no idea how embarrassed I'm to get in touch so late!

Still, I hope from the bottom of my heart that you had a wonderful day! You're someone very special and I would never want to miss you in my life! You have a really big, positive influence on my life and I'm so infinitely grateful to know you! I generally think that you don't need an occasion, like a birthday, to tell someone how special they're, how loved and valued.

I wish you a amazing day every single day of the year and hope that you're well and happy! But so that this message doesn't sound arrogant or distant, I'll tell you anyway: You are AMAZING. You're so incredibly VALUED. And I LOVE you with all my heart! I'm so grateful to know you and to have you as a part of my life! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Did you do anything special? Did you get any presents (besides the puzzle, I saw that, that's really cool)? Did you get a cake? Please, tell me all about your day! (of course only if you want to)

Luna, my love😭❤️❤️

Omggg, darling!! There is absolutely nothing to apologize for or worrie about. As I said you don't have to do anything for me, just that you thought of me already means the world to me, my love🥺😭 And I don't want you to put any pressure on yourself because of me. I'm really not that special.

Please don't always speak so badly of yourself. This breaks my heart... You are certainly NOT a bad friend! I deeply value and love you, Luna, and I'm incredibly honored and lucky to know you and call you a dear friend❤️❤️ You really have a special place in my heart - I love and adore talking and interacting with you sooo much!

You have no idea how much your kind words mean to me😭😭 Luna, you never fail to make me feel all loved, accepted and happy!! And I'm endlessly grateful to you for this. Thank you for being you, my love💓💓

I really hope you are taking good care of yourself, darling, and that you are feeling better now! I'm worried about you, and please know that I'm always there for you if you need someone to talk. I love you and I'm sending you a BIG hug🤗🤗

You can find the rest of my rambling below the cut. Omggg🤣😅

I really had a nice day🥺 As you know, I am still with my grandpa. And because most of my relatives live in the same place as he does, some of them came to visit me yesterday. The best and funniest part is that my uncle (he's actually my mom's cousin, but I call him uncle because we have a good connection) is my birthday twin. Except he turned 70 and I turned 23 lol🤣🤣 Because the weather was nice all day, we spent the time outside in the garden. In the afternoon we ate the cakes I baked the day before - a cheesecake, a strawberry cake and a Danube wave cake - and in the evening we had a barbecue😍😍

And as for my presents. You already know about the Batman puzzle. I started watching the anime series "One Piece" with my brother a while ago and I absolutely adore Tony Tony Chopper, the cute reindeer doctor of the Straw Hat Pirates. So my brother bought me a plush Chopper. And he is soooo adorable!!😍🥰

I also got a beautiful purple orchid and chocolate from my birthday twin💜 From my (real) aunt and uncle I got some practical kitchen tools, because they know that I like to bake. My grandpa gave me a new helmet and some other stuff for my bike (I love to ride my bike) and together with my mom he gave me some money to buy a new monitor for my computer. My current one is so old that there are already dark shadows on the screen😅😑

And in the evening I spent a wonderful time with J. Even if this sounds rather ironic, he is my calming influence. My uncle and aunt can be quite exhausting at times, so I felt pretty tired and overwhelmed in the end. But J knows how to calm me down and make me feel all loved🥺💜

[tonyspep]

a home sweet home (with a couple kids running in the yard)

a/n: soooooooo like this is all @rocketrhap4229's fault lol. she is just as in love with dad!richard as i am, so she wasn't going to tell me no even though i have like a million other things i want to write right now. i added dad!kit for me because i can't resist him and i love the idea of him as a dad as much as i love dad!richard. this came from listening to the beatles song “ob-la-di, ob-la-da.”

~*~a home sweet home~*~

(with a couple kids running in the yard)

pairing: richard madden/you and kit harington/you

summary: just a day in the life of dads richard madden and kit harington

rating: k+

being a great father is like shaving. no matter how good you shaved today, you have to do it again tomorrow.

reed markham -

You bite down on your lip, twisting the flesh between your teeth, staring at the text Sadie – Kit's fiancee` - sent you, yoga in twenty. kit and jax will be @ your door. don't you dare say no this time. we need this. one of them definitely remembers how to change nappies like rich's sister beth taught them. and the other can warm up a bubba right quick. they'll be fine. braaaaaaaandy. c'mooooooooooon.

You can hear her voice – that thick Yorkshire accent, so different than your Midwest twang (as Richard calls it) – in the text, how she elongates the one 'a' in your name to eight whenever she's trying to get her way. The two of you became fast friends as soon as the boys introduced you on a double date nearly three years ago, but you swear you've known the brunette your whole life, that she's the sister you never had but always longed for as a little girl who had to deal with three older brothers growing up.

You sigh, fingers threading through your shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, knowing ultimately that she's right.

You need (desperately) to get out of the house, to converse with an actual adult again, to feel – your heart clenches briefly, a pang of guilt rushing through – like a woman, not just a mother. Buuuuuuut... the familiar tingle of what if creeps up your spine and your ready to back out because what if Ruby does need you? What if – god forbid – something happens to her? You'd never forgive yourself.

She won't be so tiny and breakable forever, you reason, but right now she is... Having just learned how to walk on her oh-so-adorably tubby legs, still crying when she falls on her bum even on the carpet, still needing you in the most wonderful way, and you just can't take any chances. Not right now.

Before you can send your usual i'm sorry, there's Richard's familiar burr coming from the doorway to your room, “Ye better not be doin' what I think you are,” He warns, eyes narrowing sharply.

He's in front of you in three easy strides of his lean legs, large hand cupping your cheek so gently and you can feel the cool silver of his wedding ring against your skin. His crystal eyes bore into yours and his perfectly plush mouth twists wryly as he laughs, low and warm, “Do ya really think so little of me? That I can't be left alone with Ruby for – what – two hours tops? And I won't be alone, anyway. My best mates Kit and Jax will be here, too.”

You laugh at the way he considers Kit and Sadie's two and a half year old little boy one of his mates. As if he and the mini-Kit (that little boy really is the spitting image of his father, right down to the unruly mop of deep black velvet curls they share) would be going down to the pub for a pint.

“Eventually,” He murmurs, leaning in close so his lips are mere centimeters away from that spot below your ear, the one that will always drive you mad. “You'll have to leave me and Ruby alone. You can't stay cooped up in this house forever. Go, you know want to. You don't always have to be Mummy,” His words are so delicious against your skin, the heat of his breath making your knees weak. “You're still Brandy, y'know. The funny, smart and utterly gorgeous woman with the most perfect mouth made for the most sinful of things that has got me just as head over feet now as I was the day I saw you for the first time strutting up and down that runway.”

You don't know when you reached out for him, but you realize your hand is gripping at the front of his t-shirt, and you're basically anchoring yourself, your fingers clutching at the soft fabric so your weak knees don't completely give out. A shudder rolls through your body, a gasp leaving your lips as he bends to slant his lips along yours. Instantly, his lips move hungrily with your own, your mouth easily acquiescing to his insistent tongue, opening with no resistance at all to allow his to tangle with yours.

You're practically panting when you two finally pull apart, air being a nasty necessity and all of that, and you wonder how after having a one year old and being married for two years, he still makes you feel knock-kneed and light-headed like he did when you were jet-setting here and there without a care in the world? Your only true concern at that time being whether you had packed enough underwear as he had this terrible habit of ripping them clean off you, having no patience when it came to getting his mouth and hands on every inch of you, inside and out.

No one told you it would still be like that years later, and everyone you knew seemed to say all the heat and sparks dimmed significantly after a baby was put in the mix.

But Richard seemed determined not to let that happen.

Before you could suggest Kit and Sadie taking Ruby and Jax to baby yoga so you could have your husband all to yourself – the heat pulsing low in your stomach was definitely getting to you – a tiny voice you'd never mind hearing came from the doorway, “Bubba,”

You couldn't stop the smile that spread across your lips at the sight of your little girl. Ruby Jaymes wasn't quite two yet, still having nearly six months to go for that milestone, but she was walking (stumbling, mostly) and talking (babbling, mostly) and while limited in both skills, you couldn't stop the pride welling inside at seeing her stand on her own, not at all wobbly.

“Bubba,” The word both she and Jax used instead of bottle, the little girl clearly having picked up the vernacular from the slightly older boy, was said louder this time and with a demanding edge. Though she inherited your strawberry blonde hair and green eyes, her pout was all Richard, especially when she thrust her larger bottom lip forward.

Before you could move, she was a giggling mess, having been swept into her father's strong arms as he tickled her softly round tummy and nuzzled her nose. “C'mon, sweet girl,” Gentle and light as he brushed her sleep-matted hair away from her vibrant green eyes. “Let's get you a bubba. Mummy has to get ready for yoga. She's having a play date with Auntie Sadie and you'll have one with me and Uncle Kit and Jax.”

“Jax? Play?” Her tiny voice was so hopeful and the happy squeal she let out when Richard told her yes, their voices fading as he continued down the hallway, made your heart flip.

~*~*~

“Yes!” You couldn't help the triumphant holler when Brandy finally texted you back that she would be ready in fifteen for yoga. It felt like a life time since the two of you had done anything together without Jax and Ruby tagging a long. Not that you didn't love your son and your god-daughter – you loved both so much sometimes it scared you, honestly – but the two of you needed to have time just to yourselves, you couldn't lose yourselves in the joy of being mothers. You were still women and even if you had to drag Brandy kicking and screaming, you would remind her.

“Yes!” You heard the familiar trill of your son's voice as he sat in his high chair, fingers dipping into his cinnamon flavored oatmeal. You couldn't help but laugh as he tried to stick his entire goop-covered fist into his mouth, slurping at the fingers that managed to fit. “Noooooooo,” You murmured, the word over-shadowed by your laughter at the oatmeal smeared across his chubby cheeks.

“Jax,” You scolded but there were the baby blues peering from the same ridiculously long lashes he inherited from Kit and you melted. He had your eyes and the dimple in your left cheek but everything else was all Christopher Catesby Harington, which made you think you'd let him get away with murder as long as he looked at you, all bashful and sheepish, the same way Kit would when he did something wrong.

“Mess,” He gigled slapping his hands together and just before he could reach out and touch your face, like he was want to do, you quickly plucked him out of his high chair and brought him to the kitchen sink. “Yes, you made a mess, but you won't turn Mummy into a mess.”

As you turned the faucet to lukewarm – so as not to scald his tiny hands – you felt the familiar rasp of a beard against your cheek along with the heady scent of spice and citrus invading your nose as a wall of nothing but warm, firm muscle became pressed against your back.

“No,” You heard, low and sensual in your ear. “It's Daddy's job to make a mess of Mummy,” and you swore your knees buckled as you jostled Jax in your arms, your hold suddenly not as secure as it was nearly a few moments before.

“Christopher,” You hissed, your cheeks flaring with heat that was quickly spreading throughout your entire body. Before he could continue, there was Jax's delighted yelp of, “Daddy,” and then there was a theatrical growl from Kit and you knew his hands were scrunched into 'claws' as he made his voice comically low while he grabbed for Jax saying, “No Daddies here only Jax eating monsters and this monster is very hungry, you see.”

“Daaaaaaddddddy,” A wail before howls of laughter break through as Kit savagely tickles him.

Briefly, as you watch your fiancee` and your son, you wonder if it's too late for you to cancel on Brandy. You know she'd be all too happy to say with Richard and Ruby just as you'd be about staying with Kit and Jax. You twist your lip between your teeth, huffing at how just seeing your boys together makes you turn to goo and you're about to reach for your phone when a large hand stops you.

“Don't,” Kit's voice is bordering on the kind of stern he only uses when his head's between your legs and his mouth is bringing you to the most blissful oblivion. “You've been trying to get Brandy to do something without Jax and Ruby for months. You'll have plenty of time for the three of us to lay about together. Soon they'll be in school and being chauferred by all of us around town for this practice and that recital and to go to so and so's house and birthday parties and the lot. You can't forget to be Sadie just because you're Jax's Mummy.”

There's a protest on your lips, so close to being let out when he bends to silence it in the most effective of ways, drawing your mouth into his. Even with your son in his arms – or maybe because your son is in his arms – the kiss grows heady and passionate as if a match was struck to an already smoldering ember.

You pull away first, panting, as you stare into his familiar deep eyes. His voice is low and rough, heat pinging all along your skin as he murmurs, “I quite like Sadie,” and there he goes humming the infamous Beatles tune your parents named you after.

He breathes the title, “sexy sadie,” against the glide of your neck and you don't know how you're standing, but you know he's right. You can't back out of your yoga session with Brandy. You're not just a Mom, but a woman as well. And thank God you've got a fiancee` who's all too happy to remind you.

~*~*~

“Are you sure you've...” Richard quickly cuts you off, laughing low under his breath while Ruby happily sucks on her binky in his arms, “I know all the emergency numbers, including your Mum's and yes I know how early it is in Davenport right now just like I know she'll pick up, anyway. You're going to yoga, not war, darling.”

Your eyes narrow into slits, your lips settling into a thin line, which he quickly kisses away. His forehead is pressed against yours as he tells you, softly, “Everything's going to be fine. This is isn't the first time you've been gone for an hour or two. Our little gem will be just as perfect when you come back.”

Before you can quiz him on what to do if she gets fussy before her nap, the doorbell rings and then rings again and again and both of you can hear a scolding hiss from Sadie on the other side, “Jax, stop it.”

Then there's Kit's easy laughter, “I think Uncle Rich and Auntie Brandy know we're here buddy.”

“Ruby!” You hear the toddler yelp and you can't stop the red velvet kind of warmth spreading through you. You forget about your irrational fears about leaving your daughter alone with her father and as soon as you open the door, you and Sadie fling yourselves at each other, hugging tightly. Yes, you did need this girl time, together, without the kids tagging along.

“We'll be back later,” She trills over her shoulder after both of you had said goodbye to Jax and Ruby, instructing them to be good and before you can change your mind, she's grabbed your hand and is dragging you out your front door. As you slide into the passenger side, you can't stop from giggling, “Were we telling Jax and Ruby to be good or the boys to be good?”

She giggles as well and both of you at the same time say, “The boys,” before she pulls away from the curb and begins the short drive to your favorite yoga studio.

~*~*~

“Alone at last,” Richard's tone is teasing but Kit knows he got the same lecture from Brandy that he got from Sadie. “They act as though we've never been alone with them before,” He shakes his head as he sets a squirming Jax on his feet who immediately makes a beeline for Ruby who is sitting on her play mat in the middle of the living room, touching her blocks. “I know we're not doing the day to day that they are, but we're not completely clueless.”

“Exactly.” The Scotsman agrees. “It's not as if we're dealing with two complete terrors, either. I was infinitly worse at this age than Ruby is. Sarah says she's just like Brandy was; quiet, easy. Cautiously curious I believe was the phrase.”

“Jax can be a little difficult,” Kit admits, fingers scrubbing through his curls. “But none of this terrible twos business your mates try to scare you about. Don't know why he's not a fan of naps, though. I couldn't get enough of those. Wish it was acceptable to nap about now,” He laughs, setting the houndstooth baby bag that accompanies the little rascal whenever he and Mum are out and about near the couch.

“We're going to be fine,” Richard states. “They'll play a little, soon it'll be nap time and they'll be rested for when the girls come home so they can relax.”

“Too right.”

Their plan of play a little and soon it will be nap time wasn't as full proof as they thought it was. It was a gorgeous day outside and Jax and Ruby began to get restless. “Ducks,” The little boy announced, climbing up his father's right leg. Ruby parroted the word, “Ducks,” and mimicked the little boy's movements as best she could with Richard's leg, though she fell back down quickly and that's when the floodgates opened.

Before Richard could even take a breath, her gem-toned eyes that matched her mother's began to water and then her mouth opened. The wail she let out was deafening to say the least. As if Jax could sense his playmate's distress, his own lip began to wobble and just as he began to sniffle, Kit scooped him up into his arms and began to rock him back and forth, hoping to quell the impending cry.

“Hey, sweet girl,” Richard cooed, cuddling Ruby close as she whimpered, her face buried in his neck. “It's all right. You're okay,” He assured, peppering her curls with kisses before he moved onto her red face that was wet with rolling tears. “You're okay.” He repeated again, until her tiny body finally stopped shaking.

“Peppa,” She whimpered, referring to her favorite stuffed animal. It was really the original way Piglet had been drawn by AA Milne, the whole set a gift from Emilia, but she insisted on calling the pig “Peppa,” for some reason. Lifting himself from the couch, Richard brought Ruby into her nursery to collect the animal, hoping just having the plush in her arms would calm her.

~*~*~

While Richard got Peppa for Ruby, Kit had pulled the stuffed Toothless out of Jax's baby bag. Though, Emilia would always tell Jax to say 'Rhaegal' whenever she came to visit her god-son, the little boy would just laugh and say, 'no, toothless, millie.’ The animal seemed to calm him, staving off the cries that would always make Kit fearful that he was bloody awful at fatherhood.

“Ducks,” The toddler stated, his chubby finger pointing at the bay window in the Madden's living room. Kit sighed, not sure he and Richard were at all prepared for what he knew Jax wanted. Though, they lived in the city, Sadie was determined their son was going to have a relationship with nature, as she had grown up on a farm that had been in her family for generations.

She loved London, but was a country girl at heart. Hence why Jax was asking for ducks. Kit knew as long as it wasn't rainy and wet, she took him to the park nearly every day and would pack a quick lunch and bring along lettuce and corn along with birdseed for the ducks at the pond.

“Ducks,” Ruby repeated the word as she and Richard emerged from her nursery and Kit knew he and Richard were sunk.

~*~*~

Getting the little girl ready was more of a challenge than either Kit or Richard would have thought. Normally she was as mild mannered as Richard had described earlier, but she seemed to fight her father at every turn. She insisted on not wanting to be dressed, squirming and slipping from his grasp, running as fast as her tubby legs could carry her, no longer seemingly distressed by stumbling and falling.

And when Kit would try himself, she would tug and pull at his curls, nearly tearing hairs out by the roots while Jax would laugh and she'd blink innocently up at her Uncle.

Nearly a half an hour later, she was ready. Not quite dressed in the way Richard knew Brandy would prefer her to be, but she wasn't in her pajamas anymore... Sort of. She was in a different pair and over the bottoms she had insisted on wearing the little pale pink tutu that had been one of the many gifts Richard's Mum had given her while she wore her brown Uggs on her feet, not wanting to wear sneakers or her the little flats she so adored whenever Brandy dressed her.

The Burberry baby bag that came with her everywhere was bursting, not as neatly packed like it always was when she and Mummy took trips around town, but Richard wasn't taking any chances. After the way she wailed and was almost inconsolable about falling earlier, he made sure to be prepared for any scenario that could arise. Nothing tore him up inside like seeing his little gem in such distress.

How long they had been tearing off pieces of lettuce from the head they grabbed from Richard's fridge, they didn't know, but the rain came fast and sudden. “Bloody hell,” Kit cursed, grabbing for Jax while Richard muttered several curses under his breath, scooping Ruby up quickly along with her baby bag. Neither child seemed to mind the sudden spring storm, happily squealing and opening their mouths to catch rain drops.

~*~*~

Not wanting them to end up sick, a warm bath was next on the agenda, which turned into a whole different adventure. Richard knew with how small Ruby still was, Brandy – for fun – would sometimes, especially in an instance like this (those spring storms that came out of nowhere that London was prone to), bathe her in the kitchen sink. He had come home plenty of times to find them – only the hair on his little gem's head being visible through the mountain of lavender scented bubbles – in the kitchen, sometimes the bubbles spilling onto the counter or even the floor.

Jax was all too happy to climb into the sink as well, except he did so before Kit could undress him, which made Ruby laugh and grab for her tutu that Richard had left on the counter.

“You two never do stuff like this for your Mummys do you?” Kit questioned, his eyes narrowing at the pair who were soaking in the sink. “No.” Jax chirped, shaking his head, his curls slinging water in every direction. “Mumma?” Ruby asked, her eyes darting all around the kitchen.

“No, Mumma,” Richard sighed, fingers carding through his hair. “Just Daddy and Uncle Kit.”

Kit had never been more thankful that Sadie had been the one to pack Jax's bag, instead of listening to him when he insisted that he could have, thank you very much. He never would have thought to put a change of clothes inside. After drying them off and nearly becoming soaked themselves, he and Richard sliced up a banana for Ruby who was just starting to have her baby teeth come in and an apple for Jax. They happily munched, feeding pieces to each other and them as well before their eyes began to droop.

~*~*~

And that's how you and Sadie found the four of them when they came home. It was later than they had expected, the yoga class having ended two hours before, but they couldn't resist getting a pedicure at the salon across the way from the studio.

“Sorry, we're...” Your voice trailed away at the sight that greeted you in the living room. Sadie nearly stumbled into your back because you had stopped walking so abruptly. “Oh my,” She whispered, light giggle underneath her voice.

Wearing her unicorn bathrobe and laying across your husband's chest was Ruby, both of them snoring softly, without a care in the world. Next to them were Kit and Jax. Kit was sprawled across the couch, his arm that did not have Jax secure against his chest, in Richard's face while the little boy was wearing his favorite pair of blue and white striped pajamas.

“Looks like they had a big day,” You murmured, unable to hide the snicker in your voice. “They sure did,” Sadie murmured back, struggling not to outright laugh. Both of you knew you didn't mean Ruby and Jax, like before you were definitely talking about Richard and Kit.

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I would love to hear your main 3 opinions/feels abt each character. Can i ask for that? Pweeze

My feels/opinions? Well, sure, I’d be happy to! ❤️ But please keep in mind everyone that this is just how I experience the game! Nothing here is ironclad or a deterrent to anyone with differing opinions, I think everyone should enjoy the game as they like!

Also I hope I interpreted the request right, though if I misread please feel free to let me know! I understood it as my thoughts on the current three route boys out right now, but if you meant a brief take on all of the characters I’d be happy to oblige (it’s very late and I can’t read, I’m not sure of anything anymore 😂)

Interpretations beneath the cut since I’m a bit verbose LOL

First, and poster boy of the game, we have the Nightmare of Europe--the famous soldier Napoleon Bonaparte. I for one really liked the premise of his story; being a demi-vampire and struggling with his odd existential reality. He’s dead, but somehow not dead at the same time--I imagine that’s a rather unnerving place to be 😂. As for the romantic aspect, I think the descent into love is sweet and rather natural, and I like that he enjoys the normalcy in being with the MC after years of being a soldier. 

Given the amount of gore and strife this man has probably seen in his lifetime, it felt believable. Maybe it’s because I have the soul of a grandma, but the older I get the more I truly believe joy is in the little things in life (at least for me). An inspiring song, a pleasant chat, or even a simple meal you cooked yourself--all these things have a kind of subtle, enriching happiness that come with them. I love that Napoleon’s route is about showing him beauty where he’d never seen it before, and in places he never thought to go looking. I like that he doesn’t see it coming--just sees it as another obligation before it morphs into something so much greater, until he’s inspired and in love with her just as she’s enamored of him. 

Granted, he’s not quite the type I tend to leap for in otomes, but I can safely say that I enjoyed his route. He’s got a wonderful heart, he loves her deeply--and treats her with the respect and consideration she deserves, always aware of her strength. I also love how adorably moe he is; walking into walls, sleeping into the afternoon, buying her a little plush because he thought of her. Even in other routes, he has shining moments of compassion and concern for the MC.Tl;dr: Unexpectedly cute and heart-warming, definitely among the routes that I liked! I like his capacity to be blunt without being insensitive, and how desperate he is to maintain his humanity to walk beside her--second only to his desire to protect herSecond, we have the great Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart himself--though perhaps quite unlike his historical interpretations to date. From what I understand he is presented as the quintessential isolated genius--so passionate about his craft that he has silenced every possible interruption that might manifest in this new life. If I’m quite honest, I think he can be a bit high-handed at points; but I like that he doesn’t quite reach arrogance. There is a self-awareness that he possesses, an ability to step back and ask the question: what did I contribute to create the outcome of a situation? I like that--despite his social ineptitudes, he doesn’t place the brunt of that responsibility on other people. He tries. Even if his attempts are clumsy and coarse--and to me that makes all the difference. It makes him more human, more interesting; it creates a dynamism sorely needed to invest a clever audience.

Strange as it may sound, at least for me, the places where he shines most are in Jeanne’s route and in his later story events. He’s just such a marshmallow the more he mellows into his love; I liked watching him grow, watching him stumble and smooth over his indiscretions--just as MC learns to recognize his efforts for what they are. He has no shortage of love for her, even if he seems a bit prickly or reserved about expressing that affection. While he, also, might not be what I usually go for--he can still be a delight to experience. He’s often surprised me for the regard he’s been able to inspire from me, it’s very rare that I have the patience to enjoy such tsuns! That, and, I must admit--he holds a very powerful weapon at his disposal: music. This is probably more of a personal experience with his content, but music has always been an especially emotional and powerful thing to me. When he talks about it in terms that might seem grandiose to others, it makes sense to me--I share that feeling, and I can’t help the admiration that comes with his mutual appreciation--devotion, even. I find it incredibly sweet that he shares that fervor with her, and doesn’t hesitate to express himself that way!

Tl; dr: pretty grumpy baby wins this romantic sap’s heart with soulful melodies, the capacity for self-awareness, and the capacity to apologize/humble himself/learn along the way in love 😂

Third, we have the absolute UNIT himself, Leonardo da friggen Vinci. Where do I begin with him? He’s my absolute kryptonite in this game, I’m an absolute fool for him, so I’ll try to be as unbiased as I can 😂😂😂

I think my favorite part about this route is that he falls in love with her so quickly after meeting her--but in a way that just feels so raw and true and earth-shattering, rather than gimmicky. It’s rare to see an otome, or even romance novel for that matter, make something as simple as love at first sight feel real. It’s not grandiose or outlandish or unwarranted; rather, it feels like a spark flew and then set to blaze over a hearth. 

What I love about Leonardo is his deep perception when it comes to other people (not himself ofc, and in those moments he is--as the kids call it--big d u m b). He pays such close attention to why and how people do things, and he’s able to discern with almost alarming speed that the MC is being considerate of the Count’s offer, sure. But she’s doing it with a remarkable amount of courage, and very little naivety; she’s giving them all a chance to prove her trust well-founded. In her situation that takes a lot of faith, but also a lot of strength. She sparks his curiosity and attraction precisely because she remains true to her own convictions, and cares as deeply for other people as he does. She’s not under the misapprehension that nobody will ever hurt her; rather, she knows full well it’s a possibility, and chooses to face that head-on. 

And Leonardo? Not only deeply honors that choice, but does his utmost to help her bloom in her time there. He spends every moment helping her get closer to the other residents, and makes sure she doesn’t have a moment alone to worry--until he comes clean directly about wanting to help her. His route is one layer and revelation after another, and while he’s incredibly crafty--his intentions are just so surprisingly pure. He just wants to see people happy, even if it’s something he can never have. If they can smile--if he can do anything to ease their hearts--he’ll be the first to act, and it’s something that’s enormously admirable to me. It speaks of a deep maturity, and perhaps wounds that haven’t quite healed for him either; to be unable to watch others bear a moment’s hardship alone. 

Whenever I think about Leonardo, I very often think about the separate layers without realizing it’s all one man. Despite his impressive capacity to socially situate himself and other people, he’s very, very alone at the same time. He struggles to be honest because it’s hard for him to face his own reasons (that he’s so deeply in love with her he can’t see straight). And yet, it’s refreshing how hard he works to be honest with her when it counts--to see him finally accept the concept of his own happiness at her insistence. For somebody so capable, so well-loved by the people around him, so patient with others--he seems to have no ability to reflect that inward. It’s heart-breaking to watch, and it makes him tragic in a way that always levels me. 

Tl;dr: the sheer range and depth of Leonardo’s compassion is always inextricable from his belief that he is a burden/abomination--most especially to the ones he loves most. It’s this flagrant contradiction, and his endless battle to maintain hope in an increasingly self-imposed solitary existence that wins my heart most powerfully of the first three contenders.