#This is a bit softer than canon but like I couldn't help myself

[itsgonnagetinspiringsoon]

ok so i know i've literally never posted abt sanders sides before on this blog (i haven't been keeping up for a few years) but i've been tumbling down a waterslide lined with my old hyperfixations for the last few hours and ended up creating D&D au character designs for the core four sides using heroforge. images and descriptions under the cut if you're interested ❤ bonus points if you can guess what classes they are (this is EXTREMELY self-indulgent so pls forgive the ranting abt them, they're very important to me ok)

First up we have Roman! my beloved. one of my first questions when starting his design was how can i make him look as cunty as possible? the answer: heeled boots and winged eyeliner (It's a little tricky to see but he's got gold metallic eyeliner). I ADORE Roman's colour pallet so i kept it as close to accurate as i could, making white the base colour and accentuating it with the gold armor and the dramatic red shoulder cape as my stand-in for his sash. he's wielding a katana OF COURSE how could he not be. he's slaying ⚔ 🐉 and slaying 💅💋

moving on:

Patton. my baby, my honey, my ragtime gal. i decided to make his hair a little longer than roman's bc i thought it made him look softer and more approachable. it was UNBELIEVABLY hard to find something that sort of replaced his cardigan without looking too chunky but i did like this kind of loose tattered mantle, so i went with that. kept the sky blue shirt and gray cardigan/shawl, but gave him more greyish blue pants so they didn't blend into the shirt too much. glasses are round instead of square bc again i thought they made him look friendlier than the square ones. freckles bc i personally think freckles are very cute and patton is very cute so he got freckles. no shoes he's travelling the realms like the gods intended. the dad vibes are strong i want him to give me a hug 🥺

next up:

logan is quite possibly my favourite side so i really wanted to get his design right. the MOST important thing was giving him his iconic necktie, which ended up being pretty much the same color as his canon design. i couldn't give the tie specifically a pattern, so i made his vest stripy like his tie is in the show and i think it looks really good. his glasses are the more classic nerd ones which is perfect for him and i gave him black eyeliner bc i thought it made him look more serious. i added the coat for more of a d&d look (it doesn't make sense to traverse planes wearing a vest and tie) i think it gives him an extra bit of style that i love.

and last but not least:

the Anxious BoiTM himself (i've only had him for five minutes seven years but if anything happened to him etc etc). virgil's was one of the easiest designs aesthetically and hardest mechanically (you'll never guess what class he is guys i took some BIG swings). I knew i wanted him in black and purple (obviously) and i knew i wanted to give him the iconic purple hair dye and eyeshadow. i almost said screw the genre and put him in a zippered hoodie but i do think that a cloak and cowl would suit him very well (good for hiding in) and i found a combo that looked equally cosy and spooky. a bow is good for attacking long range and keeping out of danger (appropriate for anxiety, i thought) and the mask looks intimidating but actually helps him with sensory overload (with the cowl and mask on he's basically in a mini sensory deprivation bubble). an eyebrow ring bc he's edgy idk why honestly i thought it looked cool.

So that's basically it! As i said before if you can guess their respective classes i'll give you a cookie (🍪). since i can't draw, heroforge is usually my go-to for character creation and i have to recommend it (i think i talk abt this site a lot but 🤷‍♀️) it's so helpful for non-artist types like myself.

I hope you enjoyed! please leave comments if you liked they feed me (if you didn't like it, please just move on and don't let me know, i'm doing this for fun and i don't want any negativity please ❤) @thatsthat24 hope you like 🥰

[ephemerasnape]

Goblin Supremacy (Audio) Part 1 of 2

I'm apparently in a race-to-the-bottom for the most fucked up content in Hogwarts Legacy fandom, and I'm taking you with me. RAPE

Ranrok. Rookwood. You.

"Prepare to be conquered for goblinkind, little witch."

DARK & DISTURBING THEMES

EXPLICIT AUDIO 18+

F!Listener / R___ / Noncon / Wizard v. Goblin Politics / Literal Dick-Waving / Too Big Dick / Hurt/Comfort / Softish!Rookwood / Massive Age Difference / Different Fucking Species / Begging / Threats / Cruelty / Excessive Talking During Sex / Villain Diatribe

Part 2 - My Little Angel (softdom!DR x You) 🥵🔞

Synposis and notes beneath the cut.

Synopsis: You're caught trying to destroy another drill. While you're focused on Ranrok, Rookwood comes out of nowhere and disarms you. Now you're at their mercy. You're really in for it now!

Just remember, little witch: Big things come in small packages.

I think this is my most out-of-character audio, but take it for what it is - a sick, crack fantasy. Smutty humor. I have no actual interest in Ranrok, much less seeing him fuck anyone, and he certainly wouldn't lower himself to fucking a witch, but there was a void that needed to be filled, and I couldn't help myself.

Made Rookwood the less-bad villain in this one. In canon, I think he is actually more evil than Ranrok. He would not hesitate to r_p3 or kill you. It's ok - we love him that way. But for purposes of this audio, he is a bit on the softer side - seeing the issue as wizards v. goblins. Despite working with Ranrok, he is ultimately loyal to wizards (and witches - even insolent little brats like you.)

Presented in collaboration with @rookwoodswife who voices listener/MC 🎩

Now.. Who wants aftercare by soft!dom Daddy Rookwood?

ETA: Part 2 - My Little Angel

More where that came from.

[the-jason-todd-effect]

Adopting E-001 (Eveline Adoption Au)

Ok I know like Eveline’s dead but just imagine Eveline getting adopted by the four lords (And Mother Miranda) . She always wanted a family in RE7 and I think the four lords are exactly the family her little crazy ass needs

Donna Beneviento: Eveline would love all her dolls no doubt, she’d probably spend most of her time there since Despite how shy Donna is she’s probably the most well equipped to deal with a child. I like to think she even gifts Eveline with a little doll so she could have a little playmate, they probably both mess with any poor soul who ends up in there with Eveline being the little girl in the hallway and angie popping up five seconds later to game end some dude.  They’d be the deadliest duo possibly and trust me there’s nothing more creepy than a little girl and a haunted ass doll, plus tbh they do kinda look like sisters!

Alcina Dimitrescu: She’s definitely never the type to be prepared for a child? If I recall correctly all of her daughters were teenagers when they were adopted so chances are having a little girl would be a hectic change of pace, she’d probably leave her with Bela, Daniela and Cassandra who would be more than happy to show their little sister how to tear a man thing limb from limb properly and then give her a little piggyback ride around Castle Dimitrescu with Alcina watching with a smile in the  background. She occasionally finds little Eveline walking around and pats her on the head, saying that she’s going to do her very proud Karl Heisenberg: OH BOY. This one is gonna be fun. Karl would no doubt be the fun uncle, making Eveline a little metal figure and just taking her on a joyride on his custom motorcycle around the factory (Don’t ask how that works but trust me.) He’d pretty much be chill about it, if he’s unable to watch her then he has one of his zombie automatons take care of her and Eveline is happy just to have yet another playmate. She nicknames the zombie “Jesse” based off a name or two of victims she heard at the baker house (Plus Jesse and Heisenberg? I had to make a breaking bad reference where I could.) and like over time i think she invests enough in said zombie to try and teach him a little bit of words much to her frustration. She still appreciates seeing him skewer molded she makes for fun though. Karl finds it kind of odd that she invests so much into a zombie but he’s not going to kill her fun especially since it’s honestly kind of both morbid and cute that they always come back covered in some poor molded or lycans blood. Hell he even joins in a good majority of the time when he’s not on lord business, helping them mow through a couple lycans/molded as some sort of bonding time. I think he also calls her something like “Scamp” or “Evie”  Salvatore Moreau: Uncle Sal!! Others might find him gross but Eveline is honestly quite used to swampy areas given that she literally spent 3 years at the baker house. She knows what its like to feel disliked by the others and as such I think she tends to spend most of her time with him and trying to make him laugh, playing hide and seek in the mines or riding on his back while he’s in fish form. She loves him to death and she will literally skewer anyone who so much as makes him feel bad about himself. Salvatore himself is just so happy to have someone who doesn’t judge him at all and accepts him as he is, she might creep him out a little but she has the best of intentions (When it comes to him and the other lords. Humans and the grunt molded/lycans not so much) I think Moreau knows a few sea shanties and songs about fishing that he teaches Eveline, Eveline learns them happily and can recant them by memory which makes Salvatore’s Warm and Slimy heart even happier. I like to think of their relationship like the Big Daddies and Little sisters from Bioshock basically, meaning sal is very affectionate towards her and will literally go apeshit at anyone who tries to harm his sister. Mother Miranda: I think she likely sees Evie as like the perfect person to reincarnate her little daughter Eva with but the four lords catch onto her shit and basically force her to accept little Evie as is since they all would put aside their differences and send Miranda burning and screaming to her dead daughter if they hurt her. Miranda accepts this eventually, just happy to have another little shit in her house again. I think she is really affectionate once she gets used to evie? Like she didn’t get to spend much time with her daughter and here is this little ten year old girl, not a day older than Her Eva and she looks exactly like her too. She gives her a little teddy bear and puts her to bed, whispering a little lullaby she probably sung to Eva long ago and smiles. I don’t think there’s honestly much to say with her, she’d just be happy and a lot less salty Sure their family is imperfect, they still need to have a constant influx of prey but they’re a screwed up ass family no need to dodge that. What they do have in common though is that they have Eveline

[smurphyse]

Gossip Hound | S.R.

Series Masterlist | Smurph's Masterlist

Part 15 of Room 405

Warnings: aftercare, discussions about scenes, mentions of domestic abuse, canon typical violence, mentions of prison arc, mentions of Maeve, fear, anxiety

Summary: Spencer goes with Hotch to interview the witness... at your house.

Eleven o'clock came around way too fast, and even though you tried to entice Spencer with sex if he let you stay in bed, he quickly grew impatient and forcefully carried you into the bathroom. 

Your butt burned as he set you on the counter, and Spencer softly apologized and kissed your forehead. He went about pouring a familiar bottle of vanilla bubble bath into the tub as he filled it with hot water. 

He kept one hand on your thigh as he watched the bubbles rise, absentmindedly smoothing his palm over your bruised skin. When he was satisfied with the temperature, he moved to his knees in front of you and pressed his lips to your shins. 

Rubbing one of your feet and kissing his way up some of the only non-red skin you had, he looked up at you with wide, openly honest eyes. 

"Are you okay?" he asked softly. 

You reached out and fluffed his messy hair, smiling down at him, "Of course, handsome, why wouldn't I be?"

Spencer shrugged, but he bit down on his bottom lip before speaking like he always did when he was nervous, "It was a rough scene, and we didn't talk it out beforehand."

"I trust you, Spencer," you told him gently, "you know that."

Spencer flashed you a relieved smile, then moved on to your other foot. He massaged his thumbs into your arch and made you moan happily, "Sometimes I just need to hear it outside of the bedroom."

You reached out and cupped his jaw, tugging gently until he stood and wrapped his arms around you. You threaded your fingers in his hair and leaned your forehead against his, "I trust you, Spencer Reid, and that means more to me than love."

His brows raised, and his sweet hazels were so soft as he watched you, "It does?"

"You can love anyone," you murmured quietly. You couldn't help but think back to the one man you'd loved but didn't trust, Tulip's birth father. 

You loved him, and he hurt you. You loved Charlie, and he was the first man to show you what true trust felt like. Spencer was the only other person you'd given this to with every fiber of your being. 

"And as much as I love you, and trust me, it's a lot," you told him firmly, "there's nobody I trust more with my body, my mind, and my heart."

Spencer gave you a watery grin, sniffling before he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "I feel the same way. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and I've never given this much of myself to someone."

He didn't let you reply, simply picked you up and carried you over to the tub and settled you on his hip. You hissed as your sore skin hit the hot water, and Spencer murmured an apology into your temple as he held you close. 

Spencer washed you gently with a loofah, taking his sweet time cleansing your body and rubbing care into your skin. He spoke softly, smoothing his hands lovingly along every inch of you, whispering praise and adoration and soaking you in his affection. 

You melted into it, and into him. It was everything in that moment, molding your body to his and allowing your aching heart to let his in. You didn’t even have to try. It was primal, automatic, a natural melding of two souls that were meant to intertwine. 

When he brought you out of the tub, he dried you with a soft towel and his even softer lips. Each swipe of the fabric was followed by a kiss, a promise, pressed directly into your skin.

It said, I’ll take care of you. You take care of me. I’ll love you and trust you forever.

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A few days later, Spencer was sitting at his desk thinking about you. With his fist pressed into his cheek, he leaned heavily on it and stared past the crime scene photos on his computer. 

You loved him.

You trusted him.

He still couldn’t believe it.

Nothing had ever pierced his heart like this. Sure, Maeve’s death sent him into a tailspin he still hadn’t recovered fully from, but this ever-present love and trust that came from you was more than even his mind could compute. Maeve had loved him, and he’d loved her, but this was different. It wasn’t infatuation or a mutual clinical respect that led to love, this was trust.

Pure and simple.

It was Wednesday. He’d spoken to you on the phone last night, and you were agitated, but you didn’t really seem to want to talk about it. You were quiet, chatting quietly to someone on the other end in between speaking to him. He could hear the sound of clothes brushing, and he could only assume that you were brushing back one of your kids’ hair while they laid their heads on your lap. He liked the image. Maybe one day he’d get to see it himself.

“Reid,” Hotch’s voice broke through his blessed reverie. Spencer tried not to groan when he looked up to find Hotch’s stern dark gaze glaring down at him. He jerked his head and thumb over his shoulder and went back into his office.

Spencer got slowly to his feet and followed inside, dreading a talking-to. He’d been distracted of late, less interested in cases, because it was all getting too real. He was tired of the bodies and the victims, he was exhausted at the prospect of seeing any more of it.

“Uh, look,” Spencer started awkwardly as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. “I know I’ve been… not myself lately-.”

“You started seeing someone new, and it’s made you rethink your ability to do the job,” Hotch finished for him, not bothering to look up from his desk and saying far more out loud than Spencer ever would have wanted. “You’ve… lost people before, it’s not an unthinkable thing, Spencer.”

He hoped the gulp he made wasn’t too loud as he went over and sat in a chair across the desk. "How did-."

"Rossi told me, but he didn't need to." Hotch looked up from his papers and cocked a brow, "Everyone's talking about it… besides, Garcia and I have lunch every Monday and she told me about running into you and your girlfriend a few weeks ago."

"Gossip hound," Spencer muttered, cursing Garcia and Rossi to high heaven. At least JJ hadn't given her input on it yet. He'd been avoiding her anyway. 

"That's not why I called you in here."

"Oh?"

Hotch licked lips and set his elbows on the desk, intertwining his fingers as he thought. He clicked his teeth and sighed, "I may need your assistance with the teenage witness for the sex club murders."

Spencer rolled his eyes, "I'm not as intimidating as you."

"Even though you've bulked up since prison you're more easily approachable, yes."

Spencer patted his tummy self-consciously, but then the memory of your hands and lips worshiping said soft belly made him feel a little better about it. 

"I'm going to go speak with her and the mother first while you wait in the car. If I think she's ready but doesn't want to talk to me, I'll bring you in," Hotch said slowly, but he flashed Spencer a look. "The mother is combative and distrustful of police, to say the least. She has every reason to be. Her ex was a police officer and he was particularly cruel to her."

Spencer sighed in resigned frustration. Another day, another abuse victim. Someone else to haunt him in his sleep. 

"Okay," he muttered, "Let's go."

Forty five minutes later, they pulled up to a large house in a gated cul-de-sac. It was beautiful, with vines trailing up the sides and surprise lilies and roses popping up along the bushes lining the home. Spencer figured there had to be at least six bedrooms. 

After a rough start, the mother of the witness was at least doing well for herself. He took some comfort in that. 

"I'll come out if I need you," Hotch said, and then he was gone and heading inside. 

He didn't see who answered the door, even though he craned his neck. Hotch shook someone's hand and stepped in the door, so Spencer turned his attention back to the house. 

The flowers made him think of you and the little butterfly toy he gave you so many weeks ago for Valentine's day. He couldn't stop possessive pride from swelling in his chest as the image of your beautiful body in his pearls surfaced. 

Settling into the seat, Spencer thought about calling you but you were probably with your kids and he didn't want to bother you. You'd tell him it wasn't a bother, but taking your attention away from them wasn't something he ever wanted to do. 

Instead, he closed his eyes and leaned against the headrest.

"I love you, Spencer," your voice said in his mind. 

"I love you, too," he said to the windshield, smiling like a fiend. 

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Your nerves were on fire. 

Tulip leaned against you on the couch, clinging tightly to your shirt as you did everything in your power to stop your leg from jiggling anxiously. Charlie watched from an armchair, rubbing his hand over his chin as he tried to silently tell you to keep it together. 

You weren't sure if it was the anxiety or not, but you were feeling ill. You'd thrown up that morning and the night before after your chat with Spencer. You just felt uncomfortable, bloated and nauseous and frightened beyond belief. 

You wished Spencer were here to comfort you. 

Tulip agreed to talk to Agent Hotchner after his visit last week, and you'd done everything you could to make her believe it was the right thing to do even though you yourself were not sure. Cops made you nervous and angry, but Hotchner's careful tone and his soft brown eyes made you feel a bit more at ease. 

You were so young when you met Tulip's father, already in a bad situation and struggling to keep yourself afloat. You thought he was going to protect you, and instead he'd done everything but. A shiver rocked through you at the thought, and you clung to Tulip like the lifeline she didn't even know she was. 

Even though he hadn't wanted her, finding out you were pregnant saved your life. You probably would have stayed with him forever, never knowing the true possibility of what was out there when you finally let yourself love and trust someone who put in the time and energy to earn it.

Corrinne had taken the rest of the kids and Kinzie to the club so you could have some privacy, and you were grateful for it. This was going to be a long day. 

The knock at the door made you jump, and Charlie was quickly on his feet. He pulled it open just enough to see who it was and shook his hand, then Agent Hotchner stepped inside. 

Tulip buried her face in your neck, and you put a protective hand on the back of her head as you smiled over her at the man. 

"Ms. Arends," he said politely, sitting down when Charlie waved him toward a chair. "Tulip, it's good to see you again."

She whimpered against you, so you held her tighter and summoned all the courage you could and said, "How are you today, Agent Hotchner?"

"Call me Aaron," he said gently, smiling at you even though he knew you didn't mean your sentiment.

"Tutu," you murmured, turning and kissing the top of your eldest daughter's hair. "Are you ready to talk to Aaron?"

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Charlie said gruffly, making Tulip look up to catch his eye. 

He stood strong and protective with his arms crossed over his big chest. You knew, and Aaron probably knew, that he only offered the agent a chair so he could be above him and your daughter would feel safe. 

"I want to, daddy," she said in a trembling voice. You moved so you could hold her hand, and she squeezed you like her life depended on it. She turned to Agent Hotchner and gave him a shy but confident smile. "I want to."

Aaron smiled gently at her, and it surprised you how soft he managed to make himself in front of your child. His sternness seemed to be a front, a way of protecting himself from the carnage he saw every day. You appreciated it. 

"Let's start at the beginning," he said, "Just walk me through the night."

Your heart clenched painfully in your chest as Tulip took in a wavering breath. Your free hand ghosted along your pearls, desperately wishing Spencer were here to hold you. Everything inside you screamed that this was the right thing to do, but something in your terrified past wanted to bolt and run with Tulip and never stop. You’d dedicated your life since the moment you learned you were pregnant to keeping your children safe, and she’d been hurt… you weren’t there to protect her.

“We snuck into The Nocturne because I wanted to show my friends the stage… it’s beautiful, my mom designed it herself,” Tulip began, squeezing your hand again. You offered her a smile, painful pride bursting through you. 

When Charlie sighed she looked down at your intertwined hands to avoid his stern gaze. It had taken hours of coaxing to convince him to let her sneaking into the lounge go. You shot him a glare and he nodded at you, then rubbed his face to push the annoyance in his cheeks away.

“Keep going, baby, you can do it,” you whispered, then kissed her temple. Tulip leaned into your lips and closed her eyes. 

"Somebody screamed, and everyone ran," she whispered. Her eyes clenched tightly and she started to cry, "I just wanted to help, so I went outside…"

Aaron leaned forward in the chair and rested his elbows on his knees. He let his hands hang loosely and watched your daughter with gentle eyes, "What did you see in the alley, Tulip?"

"I saw the man on the ground… there was so much blood…" she groaned, bursting into a fit of sobs. 

You wrapped your arms around her as you struggled to keep your own tears in check. Charlie rushed over and wrapped his own around you both, rocking Tulip back and forth and whispering into her hair. 

"That's enough," you decided, locking eyes with the Agent and setting your jaw in place. "She's done."

"No, no, I'm okay!" Tulip cried, startling you. She pulled herself from your arms and stood. 

Charlie reached out to put a hand on her back but she slapped it away, "I'm not a little kid, I can do this, daddy!"

"Okay," Charlie soothed, holding his palm up in defeat. Tears welled in his red rimmed eyes, watching her desperately, "but you don't have to, baby."

Tulip set her jaw the same way yours often did and turned to Agent Hotchner, "I saw the knife and I ran back inside and locked the door. I called 9-1-1 and then my dad."

"Did you see his face?" Aaron asked, "Did you see who it was?"

Tulip's brows furrowed, and she frowned at him. 

"I didn't see who it was, but it wasn't a man."

Aaron's jaw clamped shut and he nodded in resigned defeat. 

"It was a woman."

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[little-mouse-adventures]

hello yes have a timangelinovoi au because why not

below the cut because i kind of let myself ramble on and it got a bit long

the relationship started when artemis jr was in hybras and the three adults bonded over his absence

like...bonded bonded

as a result, myles is biologically tim's and beckett is biologically butler's

still twins but ya know. they ain't identical

anyways, none of them actually care and all three adults love the twins equally

in fact they only found out after arty was back and did the blood tests for them for the sole purpose of figuring out any different medical details of the twins based on genetic factors

turns out: the butler genes have a whole bunch of poison resistance basically bred in. helpful for when beckett eats whatever bugs he can get his hands on.

arty was obvs thrown by this situation but overall pleased that 3 out of the like 10 people he actually cares about were all happy

though because the fowls are aristocracy and in the public eye, they keep the parentage of the twins under wraps to avoid excess scrutiny on their lifestyle and heckling of their children. they just let everyone think beckett gets his colouring from his mother's side.

butler doesn't care that no one knows he has a biological son, it helps keep everyone safe. family tradition of going to Ko's be damned. he knows what that lifestyle entails: pain and loneliness and danger. he wanted a softer life for his sister and he def wants a softer life for his kid(s). (he views arty as a younger brother, but both myles and beckett as sons) (shit's weird in their family dynamics)

"'Butler is family. You know that, brother.'" <- canonical line in TLG from arty to myles/ gobdaw so yeah that checks out

juliet also couldn't care less. her brother is 22 years older than her and she was raised alongside artemis jr herself and doesn't appear to have spent much time with her parents so the nuclear family set-up seems weird to her. this actually makes more sense in her mind.

the adults don't even really bother telling the twins. they figure it out, cause they're smart. but it's never a big deal

actually you know what it is a big deal for like two months where each of the fowl children feels alienated from the rest of the family

artemis jr because he never had a friendly father figure and the twins get two, and this all started with his disappearance, so like..there's a lot of 'was i replaced by everyone i care about' to deal with

myles because he has to contend with being the second genius child after artemis and doesn't have quiet as much of a buffer as 'at least i'm smarter than beckett' to fall back on knowing his twin has different genetic makeup

beckett because his biological dad can't ever really be referred to as such outside of the household and he is a sensitive soul who feels bad about that, and because he thinks it makes him too different from his brothers

they all (kids + adults) talk it out, much crying and hugging and ice cream, and everyone agrees that it really doesn't matter at all and they are family regardless of blood or genes or whatever

(also helps make arty's death and resurrection as a clone go down easier. who cares about the flesh and blood, it's the person that matters)

back to the 'calling butler dad' thing: myles also feels weird about that because butler is a father to him and beck and should be referred to as such and he can't figure out how to make that happen without being weird

they all agree that butler's role as a bodyguard is severely compromised by this relationship so he retires and drops some of the formality

which means he lets the fowls call him "D" in public (but glares at anyone else who tries to use anything other than "butler")

it's a nod to his given name (which tim and angeline of course know by now, though they and artemis jr also call butler "Dom" at home with no one else around)

myles and beckett use it as shorthand for "dad"

butler as a not-bodyguard is stupidly physically affectionate with everyone and gives excellent piggy back rides and it is not uncommon to find him stuck on the couch or a chair or the bed or whatever while everyone else takes naps on/ around him

anyways. that's all i've got, thanks for coming to my ted talk