#YOU LIKE YOUR SILLY GOOFY VAMPIRE BABIES

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Oooooo you wanna leave me asks about fruitbats and my Lost Girls AU so bad OoooooO 👀👀

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✨The Sunshine Syndrome

╰┈➤ 🎂 "Do you remember what you wished for, last night when you blew the candles?"

Sebastian x Reader; ft. all the mansion residents • rating: G • tags: Birthday Fluff; Humor; everyone being silly goofy • wordcount: 1,453 • masterlist

a/n: and again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY INKY!!!! 🎉🎉🎉@inkys-garden I was wondering what to tell you about Sebas celebrating your birthday, and it suddenly turned into fic plot so here we are :DD HOPE YOU LIKE ITTTT!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ❤❤❤

It's another beautiful day of your life in 19th century Paris, in the neat little mansion up the hill that you call a home, just you and your lover and your 8 housemates who are reincarnated vampires and your sugar daddy landlord whose wealth you all live off. A day like any other, it might seem, except, today is the day you were born. Well, the day you will be born, if you have to take the time travel into account… your suggestion to place a minus in front of your age on the cake this year was met with disapproval by your lover Sebastian. "We can do the same for your age!" You said, but Sebastian wasn't really interested.

Content and excited for the day to unfold, you've already put your cutest outfit on, made a little spin in front of the mirror and exited your room to head downstairs. Strangely, Sebastian didn't wake you up earlier this morning, despite your wish to come help him with chores like always. He must have let you get some more shut-eye because it's your special day. He really shouldn't have to!

Huh. It's strange, you can swear you're hearing a cheerful melody coming from the dining room. Speeding up your step that already had a bit of spring to it, your curiosity makes you push the doors open without a second thought.

"YOU CAN DANCEEE!"

"YOU CAN JIVE!"

"Having the time of your lifeee!"

Wait, what! Why is everyone here, spreading jam on toasts, smiling at each other, why is Mozart smiling at all, and why on earth are they singing Abba?! "Oh, you're awake! We've been all waiting for you!" Sebas suddenly notices you, giving you the softest smile while gesturing you to come closer.

"There's the birthday girl. Heh, had a good night's sleep, cara-mia?

Previously, you thought you did. Now you're wondering if you're STILL sleeping.

"I, uh, I guess so? I did sleep very well… I thought I'd be awake much earlier though! But that aside, what are you-"

Theo interrupts you, thrusting a plate with warm pancakes into your hands.

"Good morning, kuiken, this is for you, I left some pancakes for you. Happy Birthday. Sorry I wasn't around to wish you a Happy Birthday last night, I hope you had fun with the others."

"Oh! That's- Theo, please, I understand you're a busy man- wait, how did you call me?!"

"A baby chick. I figured hondje might be a bit too rude so I'm switching to kuiken. It suits you more."

H-Huuuh!

"Okay then, thank you for being so considerate! But still, what are you guys all doing here, singing and all?!"

Jean of all people speaks up, pulling out the chair next to him so you can take a seat. You do so with curiosity, seeing his sincere little smile.

"It happened spontaneously, mademoiselle. It seems like we all had the same sudden idea to have breakfast together for a change. I was a bit reluctant about joining, but Sebastian showed me how easy it is to make these toasts with jam. I think I should consider joining you around the table more often."

You're utterly moved by Jean's sudden change of heart, and his face is so angelic in this moment. You've been waiting for him to take this step for so long, and here he took a leap!

"Amazing, isn't he?" Dazai startles you by placing a hand on your shoulder from behind. "I want to seal this version of our Jean in one of my future writings. I feel like writing something happy and light for a change, I wonder why is that?"

You understand Dazai's sentiment, as surprising as it is to hear the last part of what he said. With a mood like this, it seems like everyone's in good spirits.

"They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away, yet here you are…" Isaac rolls his eyes at Arthur, holding up an apple in his hand as if to emphasize his point. Arthur blinks at him, not used to the physicist weaponizing the very same thing that has been used against him so often before. He feels inclined to ask, trying his best lighthearted but simultaneously teasing tone, without a real bite to it.

"You do understand that's just a saying, Isaac? It hasn't been scientifically proven."

Isaac smiles at him, shrugging his shoulders. "I was just joking."

You watch the exchange with the same bewilderment as everything else happening around you, and that's when the door opens again to reveal a yawning Napoleon. Oh, you didn't realize he was missing from the impromptu house meeting!

"'Morning. I don't remember the last time I slept so much…"

"Good Morning, Monsieur Napoleon! We all decided to let you sleep in for as long as you want to today. Your second life here is all about relaxing, after all. It seems like you've enjoyed it!"

"Oh, that's strange, last time I checked it wasn't my birthday today?" Napoleon smirks, running a hand through his unruly hair, and winks at you.

"Why did we stop singing? I need to remember the rhythm for my composition. Otherwise, I'll have to let you all in my music room later and… well, maybe if you agree to behave we can move our choir there actually." Mozart smiles behind his cup of tea, surprisingly considering the idea.

"Yay, I've been waiting for a chance to visit the music room!" Exclaims Vincent, just a tad louder than how he usually shows his joy.

Watching them all be so happy, to the point where even Comte cares little about keeping his chuckles in the usual gentlemanly tone and Leonardo barely bickers with him over it, you find yourself overwhelmed with the giddy feeling that fills the room. All you want to do right now is join in the good mood, enjoying this moment to the fullest, but you want one last grounding moment with Sebastian before you do that. So you pull him to the kitchen, away from the rowdy residents, and ask once again how did this happen.

"I taught them Dancing Queen because I thought it was fitting of the mood."

"I'm not asking about this!!"

Sebastian smiles at you, gently tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Do you remember what you wished for, last night when you blew the candles?"

The memory floods your mind at once, all confetti and the sound of several people singing you Happy Birthday. They quite literally bombarded you with wishes, compliments, telling you how big of a sunshine you are, how you're the most cheerful and bubbly person they know. In the heat of the moment, you said you wish they could all feel how happy you truly are in this moment. You wished it could stay like that forever; all smiles and fun and games.

You gasp.

"Am I… infectious?!"

"I'm afraid you are. Look around you. My dear, your sunshine syndrome could reach faraway kingdoms and melt the heart of any cold-blooded prince, turn the ruthless tiger into a playful little kitten. This is how you are."

"S-Sebas!! This could be very bad, what about-"

"Let's not think about the future. Things are amazing the way they are right now. We have to live in the moment."

"Sebas!!"

"You and I won't be doing any chores today. Or tomorrow for that matter. Or the day after. We should focus on enjoying life and partying."

"THE MANSION IS GOING TO CRUMBLE TO DUST!!"

***

"My dear, are you alright? Just what kind of dreams are you having? Why is the mansion going to crumble to dust?"

You wake up to Sebastian caressing your face, trying to shake off your dreams. Your…dreams?!

"Sebas… oh my god…"

"Was it a nightmare? It's over now." Sebastian leans down and places a kiss on your forehead, before standing to his feet. "You can lounge around for a little longer, but come to the kitchen when you're ready. It might be your birthday but we still have a long day ahead of us!"

You rub your closed eyes, still finding it hard not to mix dreams with reality. You're almost glad to see him so much… like himself, even if it means doing chores with him again. "Mm, I'll be there in fifteen minutes…"

"I'm supposed to keep this a secret, but… I want to be selfish and see your surprised and happy face while we're still alone. The residents all promised to come to breakfast today, and even help preparing it!"

You blink.

No.

This can't be.

"…Could we sing too?"

"Perhaps we can. If our masters are feeling up to it."

"YAAY!"

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[cherries-in-wine]

SPOILER WARNING FOR AOT JUST SOME OF MY RAMBLES

English is not my first language please don't be mean okay thank you <3

honestly I didn't hate eremika as much as I thought I would- both of them are emotionally immature idiots who feel a lot but have no idea how to deal with said feelings. their relationship is definitely a lot of wasted potential but idk they are cute in their own imperfect and somewhat uneasy way. was that ending scene weird definetly but like eh gothic romance fan I've read and seen much worse things and called it peak romance so it's like weird but like okay also im very drunk slightly tipsy and I just finished aot just cuz I wanted to feel something and man I feel a lot of things also I think there might be a cultural difference too because in the west it's all like gulululu sloppy kiss gulululu fucking and like I grew up with old Bollywood romance where mfs don't even kiss so stolen glances and flushed cheeks and "ill always wrap your scarf over and over again" means wayyyy more than an infinite number of kisses. I get why people don't like it but yea I like them they are so fucking embarrassing and stupid. Eren's randi rona (hindi phrase exact translation is whore crying but semantics is probably bitch whining) was so funny and pathetic i've never laughed so hard but it is embarrassing in a way that makes so much sense for this suicidal maniac. I thought I would hate mikasa because I linger in the subreddits because social media kalesh and lafda is something I feed off of like a vampire sucking blood after escaping the coffin that held them for centuries (kalesh/lafda is hindi for fights) anyways so silly goofy fun idk what y'all are on about she's so kool not really a Mary Sue because she sucks at emotional intelligence and as a leader like definitely too driven by feelings but tbh I love that about her and her bond with other characters is so precious to me. I get why she's unlikable she is so flawed but idk I love her. the fanfic writers are so mean to her like oh my god why is she always this weird obsessed stalker that gets in the way of eren and y/n and historia is always someone y/n is insanely jealous of like please why can't we all be best friends and braid each other's hair

A little something about erehisu too- tbh I don't think its obsessive desperate fan behaviour like it's a very good ship imo. I have mixed feelings about it but idk lowkey makes sense. not in a "these people are great for each other and will be so cute as more than friends" way but more like a "oh wow they have a lot going on, they are good friends and the people they love are people they can't be with so it would make sense if they both are emotionally vulnerable enough that they end up doing something" kinda way. would've definitely made it more interesting because I thought sidelining a character like historia who had so much potential would hopefully have a bigger meaning and some greater part of Eren's plan but no bro is an idiot who has no idea what he is doing.

Mixed feelings about historia too- I liked her arc but the amount of plot armour that surrounds her kinda pisses me off. also the irl jaegerists and incels on reddit are so annoying they've made her into chaderen loser's trad wife who sits at home with the baby and shakes her head with a disapproving pout when he returns home after genocide like I know for a fact canon historia would be disgusted by this narrative. also oh my god the lengths these people go to prove that her relationship with Ymir was just a one sided obsession and not a lesbian romance is insane. like yea historia doesn't have to be lesbian she could be bi but that relationship was definitely mutual and romantic

I have sooo much more to say maybe when im sober ill organise everything and make it pretty but im in my senior year of high school with like no time on my hands so idk will see please stick with me but always thank u for reading meri jaan have a lovely day/night :))

[flovoid]

YOUR ORIGIN!

yes it has been 10 years for me with sims 4 and here I am recreating my four favorite sims that have put an impact on me ngl- I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE FIRST OF JANUARY TO UPLOAD THEM :D

it’s funny because for me I have THOUSANDS of screenshots and nice memories of them that I never upload in social media, but to yall its new faces n new personalities you ran into, pretty wild.

from here imma go ramble a little about their characters and who they are:

KIM : he is pretty straightforward guy cuz he is LITERALLY the first sim I made in sims 4, he is goofball, bro, and an outgoing guy, he dreamed to be a joke star and I believe he did! its was sooo old, all I remember is that I used to do all the goofy insane stuff with him, he might sometimes dress as a gentleman but he is just a silly guy, he used to have a blonde wife that i dont remember n two kids that i didnt really cared about lmao

LEVI : the only reason I made him is to try out more male cc that I downloaded (that was literally when i started to download good male cc) AND ALSO when the vampire pack released I believe… yep he is a vampire! but he dies to the sun because i kept spamming the weakness thingy thinking it is a strength- he used to live in san my with his little toddler sister; he is a musician and omg he did have a beautiful voice i could never get tired of him… into guitar mostly and wrote so much songs! with him I was literally just trying so much new stuff since we bought some DLCs, also the toddlers update dropped, vampire, city..etc.

DANTE : he is literally the most sim that had an impact on me, not just to me! also my siblings they all know him n never forgot him, he used to be a sim in a save where I did play with a rich family who live in the city, dante was a loner guy live in a small apartment with his big bro who was literally the most extrovert sim alive- he is an athlete guy and really healthy! dante did pumped into the blonde women from the rich family, they both kinda fell for eachother and became endgame! the women is a future president and she did! miss her :( and dante is just a househusband dreaming to have a simple live BUT what’s funny to me is that he never had a normal live literally all the crazy stuff happen to him lmao, anyway he is into jazz so much- lord I remember spamming the jazz station ALOT while playing with him, he have a puppy & a cat they were iconic, and he lived a long life really, had four kids, had so many grandkids, had so many winter fests, celebrated so many NYEs, to the fact his eldest son died before him crazy… but he was indeed an icon.

THEO : yall this boy… he was literally the first sim that i had who went thro a trauma like i didnt even plan it technically a daddy issues, theo used to have the perfect family; mom, dad, and a baby boy, but his dad became a famous actor, and the more fame he got the more he became a narcissist, he legit didnt care about his love live n only cared about himself; he became arrogant too and in that point is were theo’s parents got divorced and everything got complicated, after the drama he got a new brother an adopted one! theo were close with his bro, but theo grew up getting rebellious, was cutting lots of his hair because it reminded him of his dad, he looked so much like him, when he became a teen the boy dyed his hair all black not kidding he stayed like that forever but in my remake version i wanted to show his real hair hehe, he was into metal genre and yep his favorite color is black too, likes wearing chokers n piercings, he used to be friends with max villareal (love him so much n him n theo were so dang similar) and he was a HARD CORE GAMER yall not kidding he used to play alot in tournaments n always win to the fact he started to become famous like his dad he hated that, theo was mean af he was brutal honest yall dont joke with him, and even tho he was acting like an asshole sometimes but love was his weakness… he become surprisingly quiet. he was like the protector with his loved ones.

[fruit-of-infidelity]

⚰︎ DIABOLIK LOVERS Pre-Order Tokuten Drama CD: “Vampire★Juice ~A Suspicious Syrup from the Underworld~” ⚰︎

Japanese Title: ヴァンパイア★ジュース 〜魔界から変なシロップ〜

CV: Takehiro Kou, Konno Jun

Audio Available: N/A

Author Note: Hehe, finally the goofy vampire juice CD is here for Ryuuto and Richter~! I had sooo much fun writing this because I speed-typed it in three(ish) days. Ryuuto (hopefully) comes across as very silly with how he just speaks before thinking and follows in Kanato's footsteps by starting to strip-off xD (and i think this is the first time he actually cusses on record?? So, big boy steps for him lol). Richter also gets to have some silly moments in this, being babied by his son and proving himself to be a lightweight lolol.

― Ryuuto is painting in his studio. ―

Ryuuto: Hmm…

No, this won’t do at all.

There needs to be movement. Soft, flowy movement… Of those satin curtains over there, and perhaps even your hair in the wind.

Pet, do me a favour and open that window, there.

― You do as he asks. ―

Now, take a seat back down… Yes, that is much better.

I’ll be able to capture so much more upon the canvas. Don’t shoot me such a hurt expression, Pet. You breathe plenty of life into my art…

This time, however, you alone are simply not enough, fufu.

― Squeak, squeak. ―

…Hm? What on earth?

― Flap, flap, flap. ―

That sound… My, it seems we have a visitor.

― A bat crashes through the curtains, landing on Ryuuto’s paint palette, and then the floor. ―

Oh, good lord…! Tut, what a mess!!

― It leaves little wet and paint covered bat tracks as it stumbles over to him. ―

Bat tracks… and paint. Sigh.

― You stress your concern. ―

It is totally fine, they are tougher than they look... Although, this one clearly this isn’t a Familiar of mine with this level of clumsiness…

― Squeak, squeak! ―

…Aah, and now I see why.

You’re a Familiar from the Demon World, you say? Bearing a package from… Say that name again? Surely not…

From Karlheinz? My Uncle?

Really? Whatever for?

― Squeak! ―

“In gratitude”? Hmph.

…Well, even I am a little curious about this.

Yes, I suppose you can be on your way, and the sender can rest assured that it has been received. Even if reluctantly… 

― It flies off now. ―

…This is certainly something. For Karlheinz to be in any sort of communication with us is unheard of, especially for him to send a package.

This has “suspicious” painted all over it; Who is to say it is even from Karlheinz?

I wouldn’t be surprised if a clumsy Familiar like that doesn’t belong to someone mindless like Ayato, hoping to prank us with an “ominous package”.

After all, what could someone like Karlheinz possibly be sending all the way over here? Furthermore…

Aah, it seems it’s addressed to Richter?

― You wonder what’s inside. ―

Whether from Karlheinz or not, it’s not our place to wonder. We’ll find out once we hand it over to Father, I suppose. Come along…

― You make your way to the living room. ―

One thing is for certain… It is surprisingly heavy.

Richter: What is?

Ryuuto: Ah, Father. Just the person I was looking for.

Richter: Well, now you have found me, do fill me in… Oh, could it be something troubling? Just what is with those grim expressions?

Ryuuto: This package… It is addressed to you.

Richter: Is that all? Give it here, then.

Ryuuto: The thing is, the familiar that dropped it off informed me that it was sent as a “thank you”…. from Karlheinz himself.

Richter: …How interesting. Whatever could he be thinking?

Ryuuto: That’s what I was wondering. Have you been in contact with him lately?

Richter: Not enough to warrant a… gift.

I suppose the only thing to do from here is to open it? There is that saying of “curiosity killed the cat”, and yet I cannot help get ahead of myself…

You, hold the box for me, won’t you?

― You hold the package. ―

Ryuuto: …!! Wait a moment, is this really a good idea?

Richter: Why wouldn’t it be? It’s a package addressed to me, from my brother, in thanks for… Well, who can say?

Nevertheless, I have every intention on opening it.

Ryuuto: Father! Aren’t you worried about it being not all it seems…? 

After all, this sort of stuff… It’s been sent directly from the Makai…!

Richter: Come now. Paranoia doesn’t suit you, Ryuuto.

What about you? What do you make of all this?

― You are curious... ―

Ryuuto: What do you mean “take a peek”? Did you not listen to a word I was saying before, about it being a potential for disaster?

Richter: Usually you are the one telling me to lighten up, fufufu.

― “What’s the worst that could happen?” ―

Ryuuto: The worst that could happen? Well…

― You point out something on the package. ―

Richter: Aah, good eye.

If you’re worried that it’s anything less than what it seems, Ryuuto, I think this person has just the thing to alleviate those concerns. Look…

Ryuuto: …Karlheinz’ seal? The ribbon of the box has been held shut with a wax imprint of it?

Richter: Now that matter has been settled… You, hold it still.

― Richter pries open the box. ―

Ryuuto: ...I really think you ought to be more careful.

Richter: Whatever you say, “Father”. Fufu…

Ryuuto: Hmph.

― Richter takes out the contents of the box. ―

…Oh? Of all things that could have been, it is a bottle?

Richter: With some sort of liquid inside it, yes.

― Richter uncaps the bottle. Pop! ―

Hmm, no smell… and totally clear.

Did you say if there was any letter that came with the package? Any sort of hint of what liquid this might be?

― You explain that there wasn’t. ―

…I wonder if it is meant to be drunk?

Ryuuto: That’s… You can’t be serious!?

Sending some strange, unidentifiable liquid is a little suspicious, don’t you think?

Richter: This is my final warning, Ryuuto… Lest you want to volunteer to be the guinea pig, after all, cut it out.

Ryuuto: Fine… Go ahead and poison yourself, for all I care.

Richter: … …Hmph.

…Perhaps there is something to be had with taking a little bit of caution.

Poison isn’t something I considered… I wonder if even Karlheinz would stoop to such levels, despite the show-off that he is?

― Richter decides to pour a glass. ―

In that case, there is one way we can rule out any ill-intentions. You there, won’t you come a little closer for just a moment?

― You question him. ―

Don’t act so surprised. There is one else here to test it for us, is there?

Ryuuto: You mean to say… Our Pet is taking the first sip?

You truly have lost your mind. If something were to happen to her whilst tasting it…

Richter: Then she has the two of us here to rely on. After all, her life always has been completely and utterly in our hands… Isn’t that right?

Ryuuto: When you put it that way…

Richter: Go ahead, give it a try.

― You refuse! ―

Ryuuto: …I agree with him. Drink it, Pet.

Even if we can’t be sure of what it is…

You’re a human, so – come to think of it – I highly doubt you’ll be in any immediate danger. Especially if this was sent by another Vampire.

And, at the very least… Fufu, I’ve actually become a little curious…

Richter: We give you our word that you’re in capable hands.

― You give in... Gulp!! ―

Ryuuto: Well?

Richter: You aren’t green in the face, nor have you collapsed to the ground thus far…

It appears safe, after all.

Ryuuto: Does it even have a taste, Pet? I don’t quite know if my Uncle has a sense of humour, but if it turns out to be nothing more than water…

― You reassure him. ―

Tut, pour me a glass. Let me taste it for myself.

― Ryuuto takes a sip. ―

…Mm, this is quite good. Not what I expected, after all.

Richter: You mean to say, I was right all along? It is harmless, isn’t it? I told you as much. Even you haven’t reacted to it, Ryuuto.

Now, it seems I’ve been left in the dust, fufu.

― Richter pours a glass, and drinks. ―

…This taste…

As sweet as it is… It is awfully familiar.

There’s no obvious labelling, but I could swear I’ve sampled something similar before. I just can’t quite put my finger on it.

Ryuuto: Whatever it is, if you happen to remember the name of it, it might be worth a daytrip to the Makai to purchase some more.

I have a feeling this bottle will be gone soon enough.

― You finish your cup. ―

It seems someone else here is also a big fan of it? Fufu.

Richter: This taste is definitely bringing back some memories…

To send it all the way from the Makai… Could it have been something Karlheinz and I used to drink as children, I wonder?

― Ryuuto uncaps it again. ―

Ryuuto: Shall I top us all up?

― You warn him. ―

…Fufu, look at you, telling me not to drink so much. There isn’t any harm in one more glass, is there? Are you worried I might upset my stomach?

So, who is for one more?

― You deny. ―

Richter: More for us, then. Please, if you would be so kind.

Ryuuto: And another for myself, I think~.

Richter: Mm… You know, it really is bugging me, that I can’t figure out where I have tasted this before. It’s so distinctly delicious, it should be obvious.

― You try to help him out. ―

 “Is it juice”? No, that would have a distinctly fruity taste. Instead, if I were to try and place it somehow, it has a pungent tang to it.

It tastes more like… …!! Wait…

Father’s cabinet… Yes, that’s just it!

Ryuuto: What, have you figured out just what it is, finally?

Richter: Fufu… Ahahaha. Karlheinz, you shifty little thief…

You there. Are you sure you aren’t to have any more?

― You insist. ―

“No?” In that case… Cheers, Ryuuto. Fufufu!

― They clink their glasses together. ―

― TIMESKIP. ―

Ryuuto: One―hic―more glass couldn’t hurt~

― You interject. ―

We drank the whole bottle, already?

Fufu, talk about getting ahead of ourselves. Although―hic―I suppose it isn’t a celebration without going overboard just a smidge.

Although, if I were to properly overindulge―hic―this evening… I think I would need to fix my sights on you, Pet… Imagine it, won’t you?

Stripped down naked, and sat nicely in my lap~

― You get flustered. ―

Richter: Good grief, Ryuu…to… Have you no… shame?

I’d ask what has gotten into you, but I… think that much is obvious. In the end, you went through… even more of that drink than me.

― You ask if Richter’s okay. ―

Me? I’m perfectly… fine, just a little tired after all that drinking. I suppose I’ve always… been a lightweight drunk, fu…fufu.

Ryuuto: Just a moment! You mean to say, what was in that bottle was…

Richter: Liqueur from… the Makai. Surprisingly thoughtful of Karlheinz, wouldn’t you say?

After wracking my brain, it conjured up memories of… of when he and I happened to break into our Father’s cabinet…

Full to the… yawn… brim with refined Makai liqueur. Fufu.

Ryuuto: Well, well… Who knew the two of you were such miscreants when you were younger~? Colour me surprised.

Not to mention… you didn’t even react to―hic―it, Pet. You hold your drink well… Maybe we should have laced yours with a little something extra~?

Richter: What was in the bottle was not quite like... yawn… like that which humans drink, nor does it seem to affect… …affect them… as much.

Yaa~wn…

Ryuuto: I suppose that might be a blessing in dis―hic―guise. Who is to say you wouldn’t be all over me, if you had gotten a little tipsy~?

One thing is for certain, though… That stuff really warms you up; I think I’m beginning to get hot flushes! Goodness me…~

― He begins to strip. ―

Haa… There~

…Fufu, what is with those wide eyes? It’s just my shirt coming off, don’t get too excited~ You can’t blame me for wanting to cool off?

― You look to Richter for help. ―

Richter: Zz… zz…

Ryuuto: Oh dear, don’t look over there… It seems, after―hic―all that Father has fallen asleep. So, bring your focus back to me, won’t you?

Fawn over your Master some more…

― Ryuuto creeps closer to you. ―

Unless… you want to take the reins this time? What a delectable little thing you are~

Maybe that’s it… Shall I be the “Pet” in this―hic―new arrangement? Go ahead, then… Praise me. Please? Pretty please~?

― You try to wake Richter. ―

Richter: P…Pardon? Did I… drift off, for a moment?

…R-Ryuuto. What happened to your… shirt?

― You offer to get water for them both. ―

Ryuuto: Never-mind that… Water, to sober us up? That’s just an old wives’ tale.

Richter: I suggest we should… Mmh… Just sleep these effects off…

― Richter rests his head in your lap. ―

I’ll just… rest my head here, alright? Your lap makes for… a decent pillow, after all. Don’t… Don’t wake me.

Zzz… Zz…

Ryuuto: Father, what are you doing…!? If anything,we should―hic―or, I should, be the “pillow” in this situation…!!

After all, I’m beginning to take my role as “Pet” very―hic―seriously.

― THUD. ―

― Richter rolls right off your lap onto the floor. ―

Fufufu… Don’t look so worried, he’s completely fine… He is tougher than he looks, even whilst asleep―hic!

Say… A-Are you sure there isn’t any more left in the bottle….?

― You express your concerns. ―

Pfft…~ Ahaha, you’re really cute when you become all concerned like―hic―that. It’s really a shame that you haven’t even been the slightest bit affected by the stuff, though… You haven’t been, right?

― You try to think. ―

Richter: Y…You’re feeling hot?

Ryuuto: Wh-What a pervert you are, old man…

Trust that you would have picked up on that, even whilst nearly out cold~

Richter: That’s not the case, this time... My head is spinning, and beginning to throb…! Even with the liquor working against me, it’s painful...

…A-Am I on the floor?

Ryuuto: You’re awfully heavy, it’s no wonder you―hic―totally rolled off on your own. Next time, snooze on someone your own size.

Richter: …Right, then. Shift over, Ryuuto.

Ryuuto: H-Huh…!? I didn’t mean…――

― Richter collapses onto Ryuuto. ―

Richter: Rub my head whilst you’re… ouch, at it.

Ryuuto: You want me to take care of you? A-Are you serious, right now? A-Aren’t you the one that’s―hic―the dad here?

Richter: Less complaining, more massaging.

Ryuuto: You’re one to talk about complaining…

Richter: You there… What were you saying about… Zz…

― You nudge him awake again. ―

A-Ah? Oh, yes… Water, fetch me some water. It couldn’t hurt…

― You go to do just that. ―

― TIMESKIP. ―

Ryuuto: Fu…Fufufu… Come, have a look…!

― You place down the water. ―

Richter: Zz….

Ryuuto: I used the―hic―wrapping tissue from the package the bottle came in, to fashion him something a little more fitting for his sleepy state.

How do you think he looks, in his new baby-bonnet~?

― You laugh. ―

And, with him out of the picture like this… I suppose that makes me the one in charge; I’m the new father around here.

So, how about―hic―it? If me being the “Pet” doesn’t quite suit… What do you say to being taken care of, and calling me your “daddy”, instead?

― You fluster! ―

Your face is completely red… From your nose to your ears, fufu. Have I struck gold? Have I discovered you have “father issues”, I wonder~?

Have you been holding out on me this whole time~?

Go on and say it… Call me “daddy”~

― There is a rustling… ―

Huh? Did I speak too loud and wake him up, after all?

― Richter tears off the make-shift bonnet! ―

W-Waah!?

― And then grabs Ryuuto by his collar. ―

Richter: What do you think you’re doing!?

Ryuuto: Just a moment, now…!

I-It was a joke! A―hic―joke…!

Richter: Attempting to humiliate your own Father with some B-grade arts-and-craft is your idea of a joke, is it!?

Ryuuto: Hey… S-Since when did you get so strong, anyway?

― You plead them to stop. ―

Richter: Whether it’s that liquor getting to his head, or whether he has finally shown his true colours, I will not back down from punishment…!

Ryuuto: “Sleepy drunk”, my ass!

You, h-help me out here!

Richter: And look at you, losing all composure the moment I lay a hand on you.

Tonight is full of surprises for us both, it seems…!!

― You pick up the cups... ―

And, another thing―

― SPLASH! You throw water at them both. ―

Gah…!!

Ryuuto: Woah… I’m soaked…!!

Richter: Y-You…

What on earth was that for!?

At the very least… that took the edge of my tiredness off…

 ― You call them childish. ―

…Me? Childish!? You saw for yourself, he started it.

Ryuuto: Pointing fingers. Real mature, Father.

Richter: Do not push your luck with me.

Ryuuto: Hmph.

― You ask them to calm down. ―

We are perfectly calm… At the very least, we were until someone insisted on opening that bottle, that is.

Richter: …Perhaps all this emotion is from that gift, after all. I do suppose we overindulged a little back there, come to think of it.

Ryuuto: And by we, you mean “you”?

Richter: Tut. It is like arguing with a child… Oh. Wait~

― You urge them to reach an agreement. ―

…You are quite right. Surprisingly.

― Richter now pinches Ryuuto by his ear. ―

Ryuuto: O-Ow…! What do you think you’re…!?

Richter: You will come to sorely regret making the pair of us look like idiots if you continue to sit on your drunken high horse.

I’ll unhand your ear once we come to an agreement; Might we never overdrink on suspicious liquids sent to us by Karlheinz again.

I would much prefer to no longer stand here and try and compromise with you, weighed down by this water-soaked coat…

What do you say to shaking on it, Ryuuto?

Ryuuto: …Hmph…

― You plead with him. ―

…Don’t look at me with those eyes, you’re practically backing me into a corner, looking so cute… Sigh. For her sake, I’ll agree.

― Richter lets him go now. ―

Richter: Now, before the second-wave, or the headache, hits me… I need to get myself dried out. If you’ll excuse me…

You, you will be fine to clean this mess up, won’t you?

― You nod. ―

Very good. Afterwards, do come and join me in my study, won’t you? Nothing warms these old bones quite like a hot-blooded woman... Fufu.

Ryuuto: …Ow. You know? I think you made my ear bleed…!

Richter: Good grief…

ーー THE END ーー

[vexingviolet]

Awsten Knight Tarot/Energy Reading

It’s tarot time baby

I did a little energy reading thing for waterparks and when it came to how I visualized Awstens energy, it was like kids lipgloss. I thought that was kinda funny and a little weird so I wanted to do this reading to find out why it’s like that.

You’re welcome?

Here’s your disclaimer: this is all for fun and not to be taken seriously. It’s entertainment, baby!

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Starting off

His energy is a bit like a chameleon. Like a topper sort of thing? Which doesn’t usually happen (for me I typically find people to have more “substance” to their little energy things)

“That’s just how it is”

for this reading I used the archetype cards and my usual tarot deck.

From the archetype cards I got: Vampire, queen rv, rebel rv. (I am making note of the right side up/ down)

An extreme perfectionist. Can be quite arrogant and is controlling. Difficult to be around. Visualized as a tornado around the head. Self centered? not out of malice or even conscious decision but more so out of necessity? Definitely a love them or hate them sort of experience. Someone who is “unique” (ew. That feels gross to say)

Tarot cards to go with the archetype cards

2 wand, judgement, 2 cups, world on bottom

With the two of wands, it’s about trusting your instincts when it comes to choice and “having the world outside your door”. He’s someone who relies on intuition and instincts. Obviously very driven but someone who tends to live in the now (sometimes to a fault).

With judgement, it talks about purpose, an awakening of sorts and to me in this context I think it shows someone who has found their purpose in life and has made peace with that. That’s just what it is. There’s no other path. It also gives me a bit of insight to his lipgloss energy. It’s not reliant on anything but itself. It is self contained and sure regardless of what you put it over. Again, topper.

Now the 2 of cups. I find this interesting in the context of his “energy” as this is a card of partnership and soul connections and intuition. I think this again talks about how his energy is a topper (need to find a better word tbh) and that what makes it unique to him is that his energy is self contained but thrives off of connection. It’s being able to embody anything and everything and still have authenticity within it. He’s able to connect to different energies incredibly well (if and when he wants to)

Though I feel like this is also a major point of struggle. Relating this to the vampire card I feel like this can also begin to drain him if he’s not careful and can spiral. It’s also the energy of someone who is really good at getting what they want and can get frustrated when it’s not going how it was “supposed to”.

He’s also good at creating, through this “ability” to essentially mix and match whatever and funnel it into something new and interesting.

Can bring out the best (or worst) in people

Back on course we have the world card, this card is completion. It’s wholeness. I think this is the underlying thread of his energy. It’s certainty in the success of creating. Not necessarily physical success but more in the sense of fulfilling its ultimate goal of living a life of creation and creating. Pretty neat.

I decided to just pick out some cards to add to the conversation if you will and I got: the sun, justice, the tower, 4 swords rev, and the empress.

Wow wow wow.

The sun card is about joy and harmony and basking in the glory of you will. He’s like a weird little plant. He thrives on attention (not in a bad way). I think he just strives to be seen and heard. Justice is creating balance. It’s fairness and wisdom. As silly goofy funny he is, there’s an air of clarity and objectivity within him. He’s self aware and able to use this to his advantage. Productively delusional.

The tower card is interesting. I feel like he is a person that is a constant cycle of tower moments. The tower talks of upheaval and chaos and change. I feel like the best way to describe how this is applicable to him is like skin. It’s constantly shedding and making way for new growth for a new chapter. Why keep what’s old and crusty when you can scrap it and build something new.

However. This can also lead to not fully realizing an idea or concept or growth. To be so willing to knock something down instead of build on it can be a detriment to growth. The foundation stays the same but sometimes you don’t truly get to appreciate something “old” if you scrap it in favor of something new just because you feel like you need change. It has to be for the right reason and not because you’re running from something.

With the 4 of swords rev, this talks about not being able to rest, anxiety and persistence to a fault. This is “work yourself to death” energy. He cannot stop. And it can be very bad for him. Again, the previous card. Stop and live in your castle before you knock it down, babe. Sure you get a fresh start but you’re still gonna have to rebuild which means no time to rest.

Then we have the empress. The card of creation and creative endeavors. It’s abundance. He’s constantly creating and will never stop doing it. It’s who he was, is and will always be. It’s his essence.

Overall, I’d say his energy is one of creation. And to satiate my curiosity over the whole lipgloss thing, it’s just what it is. That’s just him. It’s not lacking, it’s not hollow or disingenuous, it’s not ostentatious or a pretentious type of diva energy.

It’s just honest and it’s interesting how it happens to come across/ how I perceive it.

So. Case closed he’s just sparkly.

Things that may or may not have relevance:

Skeleton key, bees, blue, yellow, flowers, forget me not, metal, 4, cat.

[enigma-the-anomaly]

AKUTAGAWA ITTO AND KAVEH FOR BINGO GO 🫵

I CAN fix him. Just let me fix your hair aku baby please

he isn’t my usual type but I’m sure it says smth about me anyway

We should all just stab akutagawa. For fun

hes literally innocent? his only crime was being silly goofy

did not expect to like him as much as I do

rashomon would fix me

cant explain it but he is me fr

free space !

looking at yansim elimination methods like they’re date ideas

he should do more crimes actually

he makes me ill

HE MAKES ME ILL

HE MAKES ME ILL!!!!!

i want more of him

also, bingo on akutagawa!

I feel like some ppl make him meaner than he is. He never rly goes out of his way to be rude or hurt people, unless they were rude or hurtful first.

Strong man with long hair go brrrrr

I want him dead and buried /affectionate

he’s not a war criminal but he’s in jail a lot. Free my man

he would fix me

I am short and quiet but we are kindred spirits. You dig?

He sees the name “Arataki Shmeeto” on his name tag (free space)

he would let me wood chip him

>:))))

ough. oretty

HIM

CHOMPING HIM

I thought he would be in the inazuma quest :/

I have never been odd about him :)

He’s in a lot of events and he shows up in two separate hangouts but I need More.

Holding out my hand kaveh let’s take ibuprofen together

HE IS A GENIUS ON ALHAITHAM’S LEVEL HE IS WELL KNOWN AND RESPECTED OKAY?

Something something mommy issues

I want to hurt him. Mwah

Need him to be a vampire and eated me

SOMETHING SOMETHING MOMMY ISSUES HIGH EXPECTATIONS SELF DOUBT IMPOSTER SYNDROME ETC ETC

(free space) *alhaitham voice* KA veh

no capes *fuckin. throws him in the chipper*

he should be traumatized more

HNNNNNNNG

everywhere I go i see his face

I NEED TO WEAR HIS SKIN

WJAT THOSE BEAUTIFUL HANDS DO

LEAVE HIM ALOOOONE ONLY I CAN HURT HIM

i am not strange nor unusual about him :)

i know I said no more situations BUT. he got one scene in the archon quest and one scene in alhaitham’s quest. I know he has a hangout but I haven’t done it yet, and PoP was limited time. I want more permanent content of him

this was fun! thank you!

[explosionshark]

Per your recommendation I decided yeah I'll watch the whole of Buffy why not, its iconic it deserves the look even if I'm generally not a fan of Whedon. I didn't know they got off the beaten track so soon, I watched the first few episodes and now I've got the episode description of "Xander falls for the new substitute teacher but it turns out she's a Shemantis" to watch, incredible I respect it though, I just figured there's more classic myths to go through after a two parter about vampires and an episode about a witch rather than jumping straight to Shemantis but I dig it. So weird seeing baby Angel and Cordelia here, after my memories of them in Angel from way back when. Something real charming and fun watching an old show like this after mostly watching modern stuff lately. (The same anon who asked you for fic recommendations for a show they hadn't even watched if that wasn't clear)

Yes oh my god. Look, season 1 gets a lot of flack from people because it's kind of goofy and there's some real visible growing pains in part. Personally, I love it. I love when it gets super silly and I think there are some genuinely really strong emotional moments it pulls off and a lot of the big ideas about who the slayer is and what she's supposed to do resonate throughout the whole show. Also it's TRULY wild how baby everyone is in s1. Look at Angel! Have you ever seen a man so smooth?!?!

I hope you have fun watching it! The Shemantis IS incredible and fully insane but trust me when I say you have no idea what's coming. Just wait til the Be Careful Who You Meet Online episode. Or the Talent Show episode. Or the one where The ********* gets eaten by ******

Enjoy!

[snurtles-iteration-snlogsnentral]

MY TIME HAS COME.

12 year old snackugaki would have given TNM an A, no question. It was right up there with Power Rangers (going through the In Space series at the time in 1997 which is the series it crossed over with, I trailed off PR around Lightspeed Rescue.)

Like at the time, ninja craze aside, a lot of children's programming had martial arts and (child) martial artists casted in shows. tl;dr I was a fighty, bitey little thing and while my father would have preferred I study wing chun which... at the time I wondered why I didn't and ended up studying aikido (It was convenience, a school club opened up because a teacher was offering TKD, Aikido and Tang Soo Do and just straight up no wing chun teachers were in the neighborhood). Suffice to say, Trini Kwan and Mei Pieh Chi chilled me the fuck out by being their level-headed selves. Lead by example at its prime.

Granted I was starting to skew on the older side of the target demographic when TNM was airing but, y'know, I love my funky li'l green dudes. And considering the tone set by the 87 cartoon (barring the red sky episodes) and the veering away from the Mirage tone in the subsequent 90s movies, TNM being as goofy as it was is simply following Turtlemania to its logical conclusion (to me, looking back as an adult; preteen me was just enjoying that squeaky chicken punching sound effect)

But 12 yo snack isn't taking this poll, 39 yo snack is, so.

I would give it a very loving C. C+ if there was an option. The Chiodo brothers did an okay job making the suits, the plastons were interesting minus Venus' sculpted little A-cups. For the time, the facial animatronics were pretty good, baby snack didn't see any difference between how TNM's faces moved than the movies. Though there are shots where eyes aren't lining up and knowing the people in the suits barely had any field of vision to work with which resulted in mishaps like

Good thing they weren't related. Which.... I waffled on whether to bring this up because I could very well write a whole goddamn thesis on this point alone but.

Yes, I know one of the big wanks over TNM was not just Venus being a fifth turtle, that Laird was adamantly and vehemently against, it was that she was explicitly stated in-show to not be related to any of the others (and also that none of the four were brothers by blood either). That it was lame she was "reduced" to a love interest. Which for that tidbit alone? Barely fuck all was paid to that point. If I had to recount it on the spot because I have and do rewatch TNM?

You had...

Leo holding Venus in a classically tender pose after she called upon Shredder's inner child self to call him cringe and one shot him in the scene

A moment where Leo slung his arm over the couch while Venus sat beside him

Leo professing wanting to learn her prism illusion techniqu/chi manipulation

Raphael being Fig 1 Exhibit A tsundere tsupreme in behaving coldly to her, calling her she-demon, jabbing at her "shinobi" training.

Raphael basically drawing fanart of himself riding a bike with Venus backpacking.

Raphael being overprotective to the point of boorishness when Venus tries to befriend a defecting dragon soldier. "DoN't wALk aWaY whEn i'M taLKinG tO yOu!" Yuck.

Mikey pulling his "I work out every day!" shtick, calling her bodacious, making a silly little song about finding her cute, all of which happens in Venus' intro episodes

Mikey and Venus play-waltzing as they fight Dragonlord's henchmen.

Donatello, and Venus, sniping at one another's field of expertise. Was barely sniping tbh because "Magic Girl" is barely insulting, it was just a fact. The second actual snipe was on her status as a fledgling "shinobi" trying to defeat a 2,000 year old vampire with special scrolls she couldn't decipher.

And depending on your stance on enemies-to-lovers, the one actual fight Donnie and Venus had because... he was playing his music too loud while she was trying to meditate.

Like for all the griping about her being "just" a love interest there was effectively fuck all in evidence for it. Those listed above are moments you could attempt to make the argument from. But only those. She fought with them the same, goofed up the same, got into shenanigans the same. She was out here with her little braid, minding her business and being a fifth turtle.

...Lemme move on because this IS becoming longer than I intended but to reiterate: Venus wasn't related to the boys in TNM, isn't related to the boys in IDW. Now she can be related to them in any of y'all's little headcanons. It doesn't have to be and frankly isn't a big deal, work out your own issues before making it everyone else's.

The characterization was sort of shallow sure, barring a few of the hallmark traits showing up during downtime for the turtles in-show. For that I'm attributing it to the Monster of the Day format they had for most of the episodes on top of there only being one season. There were only a few little threads that could've found fruit had there been a second season like originally planned. Leo and his finding a New Way to live as ninja, Shredder escaping with the golden shuriken, the Good Dragon who's still out there albeit back in the mirror trapped with the other, apparently good, dragons. Donnie having been brainwashed. Quease doing anything really.

I loved the things they tried, a whole new roster of antagonists minus the staple like Shredder. Starting the show with them being on the cusp of adulthood. Splinter having a life outside his sons and a cute friendship with a guy he plays chess in the park with. That Venus was from a different discipline than ninjutsu, and the entire worldbuilding that implies.

Sure childhood nostalgia is doing a loooot of heavy lifting in my positive attitude about the show but liiiiike everyone knows the show wasn't great, from a variety of points. It's as close to objectively bad as you can get for a show.

So like, and? Nothin'.

Like panning for pretty rocks, not necessarily gold with this show. I fucks with Next Mutation, and Venus is a bonus.

Acknowledging the fact that quality waxes and wanes, and even if you only watched the series partway through…

[marleyybluu]

Trick or Treat

You and Fez take your daughter trick or treating for the first time.

Halloween may be over for yall but ain't for me

so here's something cute again for Fez cus he is so cute and deserves all the cute things

He never got a normal childhood and as much as he says it doesn't bother him you could tell that it did.

He figured because of how he grew up and having to become an adult at a young age, he would never be a father, let alone the best one your child could ask for.

Ever since your daughter entered this world Fez made sure she got the life that he didn't, he made sure she was a child before anything else and in the process of it, you noticed that he was also tapping into his inner child.

Healing it.

Any toy your four-year-old asked for she got, if she wanted him to play Barbie with her he didn't hesitate-- going all out with the girly voice for special effect. If he was watching a game and she asked for Cocomelon he'd switch over in an instant.

When holidays came around that's when he went all out, even if it was just Thanksgiving it would be the best one she'd experience.

Halloween was the day they bonded the most, the preparation weeks before when they'd shop around looking for the perfect costumes.

This year was her first-time trick or treating though. Fez said he wanted to wait until she could actually remember it so all the years before he'd just dress them up and they'd watch Charlie Brown's It's the Great Pumpkin as their own little tradition.

She was excited and inside so was he.

This year she wanted to be Lilo and Stitch after watching it on a loop for a few days. You giggled seeing him come out of his room in his Stitch costume and a goofy ass grin on his face. "You ready boogie?" He called out using her nickname. "Readyyy."

"Can mommy take some pictures?" You asked pulling your phone out. They both nodded and you snapped a few serious ones but they weren't serious for long before they made some silly faces and weird poses. "Let me get some of Lilo and Nani." He says reaching for your phone.

After taking pictures you locked up the house and ventured off to find candy. You guys were having the time of your lives, she met a few kids on her quest and chatted with them, she was never a shy one. Even those who answered the door found her to be quite charming.

Soon enough her little legs would give out and Fez carried her the rest of the way.

Two bags later and she was out like a light, passed out on his shoulder. You carried both bags on the way back to the house, once you arrived he dropped your daughter to bed and closed the door behind him.

He came back to discover you on the couch already digging through the sweets. "Why you stealin' my baby's candy?"

"I'm gettin' her started." You laughed. "I got some stuff for us."

You sat there a bit puzzled as he left to go to the kitchen and came back with a bag on the front of it was a Vampire with red, droopy eyes and smoke circulating it. "Edibles?" You ask a bit too eagerly.

"Hell yeah."

You two sit on the couch digging through the bag, watching Charlie Brown. "Did you have fun?" You inquired looking over at him. "I did." He admitted. "I'm ready for next year."

He had already planned what they'd be.

Only posting two things, I’ve been sick since fucking Monday and I just can’t be bothered y’all I’m sorry.

If you liked this fic feel free to like this fic. Reblogs and comments help.

Be cool🤙🏾

[gyllenhaalstories]

SHADOW SPEAKING — (VAMPIRE!)JAKE 🧛‍♂️🩸

summary: why is fake vampire!jake not invited to parties? because he sucks the life out of them.

warnings: alcohol consumption & tipsy (borderline mean daddy!)jake, curse words, some descriptions of spooky things, established sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, smut (use of the petname kitten, daddy kink, teasing, praise kink, finger sucking, public sex, biting kink, temperature play, fingering, bathroom/mirror sex, edging, penetration, creampie, forced orgasms). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 3410

photo credits: @/eikhos (cropped) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: @jakegooglyeyes​‘ vampire!jake ran the marathon so this jake can be silly goofy. another year, another halloween themed sugar daddy!jake fic. 👻 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

“Daddy, please.” You breathed out.

Jake’s hand was holding the back of your head, tilting it to expose your neck which he adorned with open mouth kisses and gentle love bites.

You repeated yourself, in vain.

You caught his attention for merely a second, his lust filled eyes were glossy, black from the fully blown pupils.

You put your hands on his cheeks when he kissed your mouth roughly again, but it was another failed attempt.

Jake’s tongue dragged along your the palm of your hand. He twirled his tongue around your thumb and sucked it in his mouth.

Your mind went blank. You watched him switch from your thumb to your pointer finger, taking it in his mouth until his kiss swollen lips brushed against the cold metal of your ring — which matched the one he wore on his ring finger.

You clenched your jaw and blinked the erotic vision away. “Jake.”

He pulled away automatically. The lust remained, but wrinkles of concerns appeared on his forehead. “Is everything alright?”

You nodded, leaning forward for a peck on his cheek to reassure him. “Everything’s going wonderful,” your already soaked panties definitely approved. “But don’t you remember?”

The question did a full turn in his brain, foggy from desire and because he genuinely could not remember what you were referring to.

“Your party. It’s about to start and we didn’t even leave the house!” You chuckled, nerves betrayed the nonchalance you wanted to convey.

“Shit.” It came back to him, the multiple ringings of the phone he ignored and the frantic shopping the night before for new outfits. He went through the seven stages of grief while he tried to evaluate whether it was more polite to show up fashionably late or to not show up and fuck you right here and there.

In the hallway, Jake had been unable to resist you while the two of you were on your way out for this party in question. You could not blame him, you would have forgotten if it was not of the new pair of heels that tortured your feet.

He let out a dramatic sigh, hands dropped to rest on your hips while he prayed for a decision to appear right before your eyes. “Shit,” His eyes, however, lit up with a flash of fear. “It’s a costume party.”

“What?”

“For Halloween, it’s a fucking costume party.”

You laughed, it was fully genuine this time. “And you didn’t care to share that bit of information with me?”

He rolled his eyes at your mocking, you could see the gears working in his head. “I don’t do costumes. They’re lame.” You wanted to disagree, you knew better than everyone that he liked them  —  just not in the context of Halloween. His eyes darted around the room. Unless he wanted to show up as an obscenely expensive couch or abstract painting that looked like it was made by a toddler who did not learn about colours just yet, there was not much inspiration. “Stay here.”

You started to nod, but you were interrupted by a surprise kiss.

“Yeah, stay right here and look pretty. Perfect.” Jake winked at you and disappeared, running in and out of the spacious rooms.

You heard noises  —  and lots of it. Boxes were being dragged, lids of containers thrown on the floor. Then it was his foot steps, short heels clicking on the expensive floors.

“Got it.” He showed his right hand.

“My headband?” Made of gold material and sparkly gems, he showed you the headband you used when you put on make up to keep hair away from your face. It had two cat ears, it was cute and cheap. You frowned, out of confusion and disappointment. Maybe there was a reason why he did not do costumes, he was the one making them lame.

Jake slid the headband on your head and, helped by the mirror by the front door, he fixed your hair for you. “Cutest little kitten.”

This was the laziest costume ever, but you hummed in approval of the nickname. You liked it. He noticed. “What are you going to be?”

“You’ll see. Now,” Jake worked on fixing other details of both of your appearances. His thumb wiped away the slight smudging of your lipstick, your fingers expertly shaped his hair, you both struggled to find the front and back of his chain necklace. With a kiss on your hand, he pulled you towards the exit. “Let’s go to the party so we can pick things up where we left them.”

*~*~*

You flinched when an unfamiliar sensation stung your neck. You turned your head, barely. He was standing in your shadow.

“Fake teeth,” he smiled, showing the quite realistic dentures. “Rawr.”

Cat and vampire, that was not much better than the myriad of devils and angels in respective red and white skimpy outfits you witnessed at the party.

Jake’s arms were loosely wrapped around your waist, one of his wrists sticking out so the skull shaped glass filled with red liquid was not touching you. He continued to nibble your neck until you gave him exactly the response he wanted from you.

You started to wiggle in his embrace, back pressing against his front, ass grinding against his middle.

“Fuckin’ love them.” He spoke, referring to the vampire teeth. “Should’ve used them sooner.” He switched to the other side of your neck.

The teeth hurt, not more than his when he was determined to mark you  —  some primal urge. They felt different. “What’s so special about them?”

He brought the glass to your lips to share a ship, but you declined so he took one in your honour. “They leave pretty marks.”

“You can’t even see them, it’s so dark around here.” It really seemed like they blew up the budget on the row of pitchers of spooky sangria and the unsettling hand shaped ice cubes. The decorations were pleasant, you heard rumours they were purchased at an auction with other old movies’ props.

“No but I,” his tongue licked over the flesh of your skin, pressing against the indents of the biting marks. “can feel them.” He pushed against your ass, angling his hips so that you could most definitely notice his bulge.

You felt your knees weaken, just for a moment. “Come on, we can’t do that here.” There was no resonating him, and the alcohol played no role in his increasing neediness. A little went a long way when it came to blurring Jake’s inhibitions and making him just a tad bit more... Reckless? Courageous? Straight up horny would be more accurate.

Jake tightened his grip around you. “What Daddy wants, Daddy gets.” He discarded his now empty glass. You protested, weakly, while he pushed you away from the living room where most of the guests hung out.

Guided by Jake’s hands, one on your hip and one pressing on your tummy to keep you close. You had no idea who even hosted the party, let alone what the hallway of doors lead to. You tried one door knob  —  locked. You stumbled your way to the next door while Jake bit harder on your shoulder  —  unlocked, but occupied by people tangled up, naked, on the king size bed.

Jake groaned in your ear, you whined when there was only one last room to try. It was the bathroom, it was unlocked and it was empty. He pushed you through the frame and closed the door behind you. His hand searched the wall for the light switches, successfully shining a dim, yellow hue over the two of you.

Time stopped, just for a moment  —  long enough for you to take in the sight of your man. His necklace twinkled under the ceiling light, the corners of his mouth were stained red from the spiked fruit punch, one drop even made it down to his chin and tinted the silver streaks of his beard.

He caged you in, on each side of you there was an hand strongly gripping the counter. “Where were we?” His lips curled into a smirk. “Care to remind me, kitten?”

You began to unbutton his black shirt, bringing him impossibly closer to you for a kiss, but he missed your face by an inch or two.

He squinted at his reflection in the mirror. “Wait.” He turned the faucet on and ran two fingers under it. He wiped his lips and chin of the fruity liquid, then let the water wash it away. He lingered there, taking his sweet time while you squirmed.

Oh, you squirmed  —  partly because of your uncomfortable shoes, also partly because your panties felt wet again. Another ruined pair.

“Turn around.”

You obeyed. You looked at him looking at you.

His right hand remained hovering the sink, water still running, his left one helped you scrunch up your dress to reach for the lingerie that barely covered your core. He slid his thumb under the thin stripe of fabric and moved it to the side. He kicked your feet open for him.

Your whole body flinched when his pointer and middle fingers finally touched your folds. “Fuck.” His fingers were freezing, the tap water was cold. There was a breath stuck in your throat and the more bites he added to whatever it was that he could reach, the more your lungs burnt.

Jake’s fingers pushed through your folds and reached for your clit  —  another flinch. You felt warm to the tough, but his cold fingers tingled on your skin. The tighter the circles got against your clit, the lower his jaw dropped while he watched your reactions.

There was music playing outside, at the party. It was barely loud enough to cover your whimper of disappointment when your folds warmed Jake’s fingers up. “Again,” he glared at you. “Please, Daddy, again.”

An infernal loop began, made of cold water and cold fingers —  and edges. It was like the cold played hide and seek with your orgasm and Jake absolutely loved it. “Oops, too slow.” He replied, every time his fingers left your clit to reach the sink again before you got to cum. How long did this last? Honestly, neither Jake or you had a clue.

Your arousal and the water dripped down your thighs, down your legs, drawing slightly shimmering spiderwebs on your skin. One glance at the floor between your legs made you gasp in embarrassment. And one glance at the mirror made your impatience grow stronger.

It was all a game for Jake who enjoyed playing you like a puppet.

To you, it was torture. Torture that was eased with his his sweet cooing and bites on your shoulder.

It was written all over your face, the game needed to come to an end. “Come on, kitten, let me play with you a little more.”

“No.” Your tone was firm.

“No?” His tone of voice was curious, playful. A smirk spread across his face and exposed the large canines at the corners of his mouth  — just the right amount of longer, bigger, sharper than his own teeth. “Look at me and tell me you want us to stop.”

Your eyes met his in the mirror.

“Look at me and tell me you don’t want me to fuck you.” His hands were on your hips and he pushed you against his bulge, influencing the decision you were struggling to make. His hands left your body and reached for his pants, tucked away around the fabric around his waist. “Did the cat get your tongue?”

You clenched your jaw and gave in, then you leaned forward on the counter and held on your dress so it would not slip down. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, fuck me.”

“That’s it, kitten. So well behaved.” He winked at you, still through the mirror, and jerked himself off for a few strokes. He did not even need spit to coat the tip of his hard cock, he guided himself towards your dripping hole and pushed.

He was not slow, he was not gentle. You closed your eyes until the pain of the stretch around him subsided.

Your wetness helped him fit all of him inside of you. He grunted while you clenched around his length. “Feels so fucking good.” With both hands, he tried to spread you open.

“Harder!” You yelled out, you earned a nod of approval that you caught the sight of in the mirror.

Jake fucked you harder, pulling almost all the way out of your pussy only to slam himself back inside of you. He had wanted to bury his cock inside your pussy for hours at this point, and he did not have it in him to take his sweet time and enjoy you.

You were displeased about that, after being edged and denied time after time.

He liked knowing you were worked up. He liked knowing he was pressing on all of your buttons and he liked knowing you were just so close to cumming that he could rip it away from you again and again and you would still beg for release.

“I need to cum so bad!” You cried out, ignoring the way your thighs and stomach slammed against the counter at each of Jake’s rough thrust.

“I know you do,” He said through gritted teeth, still using the flesh of your ass to hold on to while he fucked your hole. Jake threw his head back, his own neck exposed and you could see the bulging veins.

You moaned, telling him to keep going, yeah, right there, right there where he was hitting your spot, it felt so amazing that you slapped a hand on the mirror as if it could hold you through the upcoming orgasm.

Jake grunted again, he was panting and his his hips stopped to move when he started to cum inside you. Another thrust, another rope of cum painted your clenching, warm walls. It took him a few more pushes of his hips to empty himself inside of you. “Fuck yeah.” He sighed out after he calmed down from his high and, slowly, he pulled out of you. “Not yet though. I’m having too much fun.”

You turned around and stared at him. He was smiling, you were fuming.

“What’s wrong, kitten?” He asked and took in your appearance, your dress was wrinkled and he noticed a drop or two of his load dripping down your thighs. The panties were pointless in holding it in

Only, there was no begging for release anymore. You just wanted to cum and if he would not let you, then you would find a way to get what you want. “Let’s go home, now.”

Jake zipped his pants closed and adjusted the cummerbund of his tuxedo. He was anything but unfazed at your bratty confidence. He let you talk, big girls got themselves into trouble all on their own and you were doing a fantastic job at earning a punishment later for speaking back to him in that tone.

“I’ll finish what you started all by myself.”

He straightened his back and responded with one of his vampire smirks.

You stumbled your way to the door of the bathroom, legs shaking and threatening to give up on you if you dared to walk too fast. One step outside was all you managed to do.

Your dress was roughly scrunched up and a large hand travelled to your front and covered your sensitive core for expert fingers to rub at your swollen clit. “You wanna cum? Then do it.” He rubbed from left to right, fast, too fast, it hurt. “Show everyone how pretty you look when you cum.”

You turned your head slightly, watching as silhouettes in costume walked by the hallway. They could see you, so easily. They could hear you too while your moans turned into audible sobs. You tried to take a step backward, to at least disappear behind the door frame. You were stopped by his body, solid and planted into the floor.

“Don’t fight it. Don’t fight me.” He was in the shadows. This was all a game and he was winning so easily it was almost pathetic.

Your hands reached for his arm, manicured nails digging into the sleeve of his suit. Your legs were closing around his hand but he persisted and forced you to ride the pain. It was painful, the edges, the cold, the broken promise of an orgasm you rightfully earned  —  it hurt more than Jake’s teeth sinking into your bruised neck.

“What now? You don’t wanna cum? You put all that show for nothing?” Jake mocked you, and no matter how much you tried to wiggle away from his hand, all you could do was melt in his arms and surrender. He knew your orgasm finally bloomed before your mind registered it.

The moan that escaped your lips was guttural, your orgasm shook you from your core to your toes, back to your mind while you blinked away the tears of pleasure and your thoughts from earlier.

Chuckles. There were chuckles coming from the hallway, Jake heard them and it fuelled him to fight through his own pain. His wrist cramped, his muscles were on fire. He enjoyed every single second of it. “Soak me up, kitten, let me feel how bad you needed to cum.”

The chuckles echoed within the confines of your empty mind. You knew people could see you  —  and they did. None of their business, it was, but with the incessant torture on your most sensitive spot and the blissful shame of getting caught, another wave washed over you abruptly.

Jake’s other arm squeezed you tight and while the movement of his hand buried in your soaked panties slowed down, then stopped. “Thank me. Thank me for showing you off like that.”

“I —” you tried to speak, but your memory was wiped out of any vocabulary. You mumbled nonsense, they were not even syllables.

“Good job.” Jake praised you despite your failed attempts. He breathed heavily, you imitated him and let your chest rise and fall to the rhythm he set. He pulled his hand away, veins bulging from the efforts, the band of his watch glistened from your juices. His hand was dripping with yours and his cum that leaked out of you.

You figured out that his hand being raised to your face was an indication to clean the mess he made you do. Eagerly, you started to lick and swallow the remains of your leg-shaking orgasms.

He clicked his tongue and whispered to your ear. “Kitten licks.”

You slowed down, you were gentle. You licked every drop of the two of you off his hand until he decided you were done.

You were nudged forward, this time fully standing in the hallway and using the opposite wall to hold you up until Jake stood besides you. He removed his dark coloured jacket and laid it over your shoulders. He fixed your cat ears and then wrapped a possessive arm around your hips. The same hand he fucked you with rested on the small of your back while he forced you to walk back where the party was happening.

Heads turned and eyes stared at you. You could not hold any of the amused, intrigued looks you were given.

Jake lead the way, thanking the hosts for the party, promising to catch up with friends and smiling at other guests. You made your way outside where his chauffeur waited for the two of you. In one final, comical, act of chivalry, he held the door open for you to take place inside the car first. “That was a nice party, wasn’t it?”

You looked at him quizzically.

The bloody beverage wore off, he was full on riding the adrenaline high of the recent events. “I’m glad we came.”

While he sat next to you, air rushed out of your lungs, a small squeal sufficed as an answer.

He held your hand to his lips and kissed along his arm , fake teeth grazing against your skin and leaving goosebumps behind their trail, until he reached your face. He did not bother to lower his voice that much. “I reckon there are two more holes I need to ruin before you can even think you’re done with me tonight.”

[written-beyond-the-grave]

Mikaelsons with a Curly Haired S/O

Did anyone want this? No. Are you about to get this? Yes, yes you are because I am currently sitting in a geology lab bored out of my mind and I have a tab of Omegle open and I’m going to be doing some things

For the sake of diversity, and myself being black. And knowing that the vampire diaries universe and the originals universe is white as hell somehow. Even though it’s in New Orleans and it should be diverse as hell, Julie Plecisn’t doing her job... ever. She not giving what it’s supposed to gave and neither are other fanfics because I know there are more black people who really should be putting their work out there. Myself included, but due to things happening (excuses I know) I will have fun till I get my groove back

Right. So I was in a silly goofy mood and my mind was jumping to conclusions, events, scenarios that really would’ve made the vampire community really pop off you know? And I thought ‘what about the originals’, because I really don’t like the Salvatore‘s, doing hair. Not just any hair but black natural hair. And so it is

I just want to start off by saying the mikaelsons would adore anyone with curly/kinky hair. It’s so fun to play with if you allow them to and there’s so much history to it… but not all of them are the shit when it comes to it

Let’s start off with Rebekah. Honestly, just looking at her I would assume that her track record is with all types of men. But me being me, she was really after that BBC with Marcel. I don’t know what Julie Plec was doing honestly, she was a mess. However for some reason I don’t really see Rebekah as being able to do black hair, whether that be natural or trying to put that into braids. I just can’t fathom it.

And that’s hard considering she was so damn ready to have Marcel’s kids and such. Like she could manage a puff and slick shit back but that’s about it, and probably baby hairs. If anything else she’d probably hire a professional

However, with a s/o she’s probably knows how to cut hair or shape someone up. She been out here with knives, so I know she knows… hopefully.

One thing I can bet with a s/o and Rebekah is that she’ll be stocked with every kind of oil known to man, so free hair care. Hell, she’ll even buy the Shea moisture company and hace it revamped to were it won’t fuck up your hair, just so you can have something all to yourself

Now with Kol, I feel like he knows what he’s doing. Like, with everyone in the Mikaelsons that would have had a black s/o besides Elijah, Kol is like second place as the black womans whore. Lemme state my case: We know his witchy ass before becoming a vampire was up in the islands and was in Haiti (very questionable why he was there being Haitian myself, but I digress) Besides eating good and helping in sly ways in the revolution (because as a lone wolf himself and always being treated last and not meaning shit, he’d hate it for others… but even more he loves seeing others suffer, so why not a whole bunch of old ass white men who don’t bathe and were waging wars too big for their britches?)

So I feel like Kol would be adequate at doing plaits, and helping detangle. Like if you’re ever over he puts the natural hair essentials in your shared bathroom, or just your bathroom. Tbh he’d probably scream at you for using Shea Moisture, Treeseme (put that shit away), and OGX. He gets you that expensive ass shampoo and conditioner that you need to keep refrigerated

Probably yells at you to put a bonnet on before you go to bed, but 8/10 he puts it on for you because you forget or sometimes are too lazy to.

But lets go back and imagine him helping you detangle after along day: His ass decided to be nice for once and make you a bath, all hot and steamy. Even used the lavender essential oils and bath salts. Bathroom has the ambient light settings all on. You’re relaxed as hell and getting your shoulders rubbed down by the originals and whatnot, his strong fingers are going in, and it’s a nice time. Until it hits you, you’re going to have to deal with your hair after this hectic day, but already knowing Kol unties your bun and uses the detangler on your ever growing natural hair products stash. Gently moving your head back, he uses the stray spray bottle to wet the hair down and carefully makes your hair into sections to make it easier. He presses the product into his hands and runs it through your hair and finger detangles for you, and the whole time he doesn’t even know it but this is the quietest he’s ever been with you. He’s so concentrated, he’s not even really paying attention to how you’re staring up at him working on you like that. I feel like Kol helping with your hair is a different type of binding time between you guys, something intimate since you allow him to do all that and he’s not fucking around

Now with Klaus it’s kinda hard to tell. Like we all seen this man with this crazy ass wonder bread exes… But then again he did help father Marcel (even though Plec put all that shit in the trash) so tbh I can see him with a poc as long as someone rewrites the whole spin off universe and gives a viable reason as to why and how Klaus fell in love with Caroline, and also Cami. All of that just gives me mad aryan vibes…. Yikes

But… being the tasteful person I am, this man would treat your hair right, but only if you do. Like we all know he’s a straight tsundere and is a maniac among other things and has his moments of sweetness, but like he wouldn’t go out of his way for your hair. Like yeah he’ll give you his card and let you do whatever bc were-vamp daddy has the means. But he doesn’t put as much focus on it. Like if you wear wigs that’s great, but I know in an argument he’d catch your sliding off and not say a damn thing. Won’t even say that your lace is on full display just to clown you and make a fool of yourself. In an argument he’d def come fro it tho, y’all know that this man is ruthless for many daddy issued reasons that were never fuckig solved in this dumbass white woman written se-- Anyways, lemme keep goin

So yeah, he won’t do too much. Like he knows what curly hair is, he knows what shrinkage is and actually thinks it’s cute. And on the basis of wigs he doesn’t care if you wear them or not, just keep your hair healthy and looking good. However, I would be lying if I didn’t think this man had a secret adoration for your natural hair

Like this man is a whole slut for some finger waves on your bald ass, like listen. You wake up looking a lil rough with him and tell him you’re heading out early for a hair appointment you schedule finally finding a good time between his bs and whatever you’re doing, and Marcel’s bc bc idk how that man stays lined up with the chaos going on. Truly.

But he gets over you leaving the bed a little too early for his liking and is like ok, probably thinking it was going to be another wig install or something else of that magnitude. But well, well, well, when you come back with a nice finger wave style and lashes on. This man’s proverbial tail is wagging like he hasn't seen you in months.

And he’s going to act like he hasn’t tasted you in months once he grabs you after his meetings end for the day. Good luck babes.

And it’s a waste too lowkey bc this man fuck syou so well that your hair is back to sqaure one in the next couple of hours, lashes flew off your face, whatever gloss that was on your lips is gone too. Those waves on your head became still water and then dried up into stalagmites. He’s a menace, and you’re even more of a menace to make sure to get the same cute again to get your back blown out by a were-vamp that’s acting like he’s in heat.

If yall were gonna fuck like that with the wig on… take that shit off unless you want to waste money on that wig and have him destray that expensive ass lace. He’s ripping that shit off and I hope you didn’t use Got2B on that either, if you did…. Fly high

Moral of the story… just get the no glue wigs. Because at the end he’ll have you like “Why am I being weird to you?? WHY YOU BEING WEIRD TO ME? You said you wanted to get married. When you had one arm on neck, one arm on frontal leg up. When you had one hand on frontal, hitting from the back with the leg up. FRONTAL OFF AND YOU WAS STILL HITTIN IT”

Klaus denies any claims

Now for Elijah™ he’s a black woman’s whore, don’t @me because you have no case whatsoever. He likes his horchata, and chocolate, and anything in between.

I feel like Elijah is an unsuspectingly well versed with curly hair, no matter how dense or coarse it may be. He knows what to do, and it leaves you questions…. How does this tall ass glass of 2% milk know what’s up??? (he had black beauties before, male, female, all of them doesn’t matter. This man been here waaaayyy too long to not have been a whore at some point)

I feel like Elijah is the type to help you take down your braids, even if they are microbraids (idk why you’d do that to yourself, but hey). Like its been 2 months and the braids got their moneys and whatnot, and it’s time for them to go. And there you are with an old blanket underneath you and a plastic, and with some scissors starting the process of the takedown. But before you even benign to unbraids you take photos of the cute braided bob you have now bc it’s a look. Then start the takedown

By the time half your head is done, your arms are tired. And here strolls in Elijah who was looking for you for a good minute, and he stops to take you in.

Yes you looked a little rough, yes you had dandruff in your hair bc the braids kept them up the shaft even as you kept up your wash routine with the braids in. And yes it did hurt to have your man see you like this, but the way you wouldn’t give a shit by the sheer amount of time it took for the take down…

I feel like mans gets lowkey excited to help you take them down when he sees this, but hides it well. Like, you never really ask for help with your hair as you usually do it yourself, or go to the shop (since he sets up the appointments for you on a regular basis, and pays. Eve makes sure you’re the only one in the shop and they pre-treat the hairs it won’t itch your scalp to hell). He stands there in the doorway and asks if you need help, and being exhausted you wordless nod and stretch your shoulders

If you look closely you can see the mikaelson is skipping up to take a seat behind you on the bed. And the thing is, Elijah is super gentle with the take down process and any braid he can’t detangle alone he’ll leave it and use the detangling conditioner on hand. And it’s honestly having someone do the take down for you.

As he’s going he asks what the new style will be, lowkey itching to see if he’ll get inches to pull later in the month or not… sue him

Because he’s like the biggest supporter of your hair knowing that he doesn’t want you to be overly reliant on it like it’s all you because it’s more than ahri, but not mor ethna ahir at the same time with the history behind it all (cornrows being maps, dreadlocks, all of that)

After taking them the rest down he helps himself to the hair ties and detangling conditioner nearby and sections it like a true king. With the spray bottle he goes to town making sure you don’t get soaked, and applied it all so gently you’d think your hair was extra extra fragile. Tbh he’s enamoured everything he gets to do this, it’s the way your girls spring back to life with some moisture and care. How they clump together and get all bouncy and start to frame your face more as more sections get done. And the smell??? Good lord.

And I feel like he’d be even more sly in other conditions. Like if you were doing it in another part of the house, like in the living room Eliah would ask you to shit on the carpet in between his legs, leaning right into his third leg…. Right

He’d be helping you with your twists and getting them in right after wash day when you’re yet again too damn tired. Because usually you’d be lazy af and put in like 8 twists in and call it a day, but this is Elijah we’re talking about. Somehow where you can’t flat twist nor make straight parts, he can…. Go laugh at yourself bc Madam CJ Walker is rolling in her grave somewhere else

He sits you down and grabs the rat tooth comb and just does it… like he uses the shine and jam gel first to lay down the square of hair and then checks to see if the cream/souffle will work with the gel (see if it clumps of not). Then sprays the area and mixes them in thoroughly and gets to twisting making sure the root is secure.

Mans knows what he’s doing and lowkey uses this as a form of therapy. It’s repetitive and has nice smells. You even got the arms of his dress shirt rolled up and shit…. Good job babe.

Out here getting straight parts, a nice nap, and gentle hands on you for the next few hours… heaven sent. And to top it all off he even oils your scalp for you AFTER HE PUTS ON THE MOOSE AND DOES YOUR BABY HAIRS (if you have any, not everyone has them)

Stop playin and marry the colonizer, or I will shiiieeetttt

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[tumblingdowntheway2019]

Beladonna

Silly ^^

Bela tries various ways (piggyback/bridal/fireman) to carry Donna and fly

Thanks you uwu

Ooooo BelaDonna! 😍 Requested by @sobersaber! Hope you like it.

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Note: BELOW THE CUT IS A BELADONNA SHIP. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, JUST SKIP OVER OR BLOCK THE TAG OR MYSELF. I WON'T BE OFFENDED.

With that said, let's go!

Bela carrying Donna.

• Bela will always find the opportunity to carry Donna around.

• Sometimes, Donna will see it coming. Other times, Bela catches her beloved off guard just to see her blush and with a goofy smile to go with it.

• One can always tell what mood Donna is in by the way Bela carries her. She just has a knack for carrying the Doll Maker in the right position to express her mood.

The same can also be said when Donna is held by under both her arms, Bela flying right above her and Donna looking up at her as she is practically dragged and making sure she doesn't fly into the wall.

Pretty cool trick though if the combine the hallucinations with this and make themselves look like a flying monster.

• If the Doll Maker is carried under Bela's arm, she was most likely working on something before being forced to participate in whatever activity the Dimitrescu wants her to join in on.

• If Donna is being carried in a fireman's carry, they were messing around and may have been playing hide and seek. Bela ensures her "prey" can't run off by having her over both shoulders.

• A common one is giving Donna a piggy-back ride/saddleback carry. For the same reason her mother carries her around like this, Bela will give Donna a piggy-back ride because her lover has gotten tired doing something or if she had gotten hurt.

An example of this was when they were on a stroll, both women were walking through the gardens nearby the estate when a Lycan was heard nearby. With caution, both women tried to quietly return to the manor. The nearby dolls acted as another pair of eyes for Donna, it was about forty (40) feet away but had yet to notice them. However luck was not on their side as it caught their scent and charged toward them, reaching them in mere seconds.

Bela had swarmed out of the way as Donna was able to side step it, but her heel caught onto a root of the tree and caused her to trip. The hallucinations caused by the nearby yellow flowers allowed Donna to appear to be confronting it, in reality it was actually Angie. Angie served as a distraction to allow Bela to reform behind it and finish the monster off with her sickle.

It was quick, but the fall resulted in Donna finding out she ended up with a sprained ankle when she tried to stand up. Bela didn't hesitate to give her a piggy-back ride home, to the slight protest of Donna saying her healing factors will heal it in a few minutes.

• Whenever Donna achieves something, discovers something new in her research, giving Bela gift, or just simply made sure she was ok by simply listening to the upset Dimitrescu, she would lift Donna up bridal style and even spin around when she is happily doing this. Never hesitating to pull her into a tight embrace while doing so.

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Donna carrying Bela.

• Don't let the height difference fool you, Donna is more than capable on being able to carry the vampire woman.

• Carrying various materials, gardening equipment, mannequins, etc, built up some muscle over the years. So carrying her lover was no different.

• The first time of this happening was when Bela spotted Donna carrying around a mannequin to the basement area. She wasn't entirely suprised at this. In fact, she even dared Donna to carry her around like one.

• Angie recalled Bela's face of being that of utter surprise and impressed at Donna suddenly slinging the taller woman over her shoulder with no warning, mannequin still being carried over the other one.

• Donna still smiles at this memory.

• Another time, Bela had one too many drinks while visiting her mother and sisters. She came up behind Donna and wrapped her arms around the shorter woman's shoulders. Her feet was slightly scaping off the ground as Donna had to use the pack strap carry to get the drunk vampire to bed before she decides to scatter into a swarm of drunken flies.

• The last but another common way Donna carries Bela is, well not always willingly.

• Bela will swarm right onto Donna and wrapped her arms and legs around the Doll Maker from the side and just latch onto her. No particular reason to, just cause she can....or because she saw a spider in the corner of the room and wanted her lover to deal with it....would help if she also didn't trap her lover's arm to her side.

• Donna had dubbed this "Big Baby Bela Mode."

• She loves her none the less and continues to lovingly do so.

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Bonus: Angie.

• She gets carried the most due to her smaller height.

• The doll can be seen being carried like normal, held around the waist as she is perched on Donna's hip.

• Whenever she is curious about something, she will climb onto anyone's back to perch herself to peek over their shoulders.

• Sitting on someone's shoulders, arms wrapped around their heads.

• Angie is treated and carried like a kid by Donna, safe to say that Bela continues to do so as well.

• Whenever she acts like a little gremlin, Bela will grab her by the scruff of the neck and held at arms length as she kicks and punches the air.

• She will be perched on the taller woman's shoulder a majority of the time.

• Though the greatest achievement the Bride doll has ever achieved was being able to lift up and carry Bela:

"Donna!! Check this out!"

She will then proceed to grab the Dimitrescu's ankle and lifts her whole body above her head.

Neither women had the heart to tell her that this was only possible because Bela only partially swarmed and created the illusion of doing so. Great party trick for the meetings with the other sisters and Lords at least.

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And there you have it! Hope you liked it @sobersaber! It was fun, I spiced it up a little by having ways that both will carry each other and a bonus Angie. 💪😎💕

If anyone wishes to draw or write a story using this H.C, feel free to do so. All I request in return is credit for the idea and I am tagged in the finished work cause I love seeing all your amazing works!!

Hope you all have a pleasant morning/afternoon/evening/night!

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[lieblingspulli]

Up All Night - SKZ

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Bangchan x reader

Summary: A drabble based on their new skz player song! I thought this song was so silly and fun to listen to, I could only imagine how they felt filming it! Channie looked like he was having so much fun :')

Masterlist!

SKZ Masterlist

You knew that Chan was recording for one of his unfinished songs with the boys today but you did not expect this. Of course, Chan had let you listen to snippets of the song as he finished up and you had just coincidentally been at the studio to drop off his lunch but this was a lot further from what you imagined him to be doing.

Your boyfriend could do a lot of goofy things, heck, all the boys would do anything goofy. Chan was probably the least comfortable doing new things out of all of them and you knew that. That’s why the set in front of you made you want to burst out into laughter.

“Channie?”

“Don’t look at me like that baby.” Chan pouted and crossed his arms while the makeup artist touched up his sfx makeup. You tried to hold back a grin and gave him a look, almost as if to say, ‘I love you but this is ridiculous’.

To hold back from bursting out into laughter, you giggled and sat on his knee after the stylist had moved on to Felix’s hair. He lightly wrapped his arms around your waist in response.

“Babe, I know you said you wanted to have fun, but what the heck.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, careful not to mess up his fresh makeup and hair. Chan rolled his eyes jokingly and huffed. “Y/N…” He whined. “It’s a song about being up all night, isn’t this like the whole concept of being nocturnal or something?!” He grinned innocently and pointed at the fake eyeballs a couple feet away, careful not to let you slip from his grasp.

You shrugged and held back your laughter as Changbin walked by with an orange juice and fake blood on his lips. This was not what you thought being up all night meant but it was certainly entertaining.

Changbin caught you laughing and pouted in the same way Chan had. “Yah! What are you laughing at Y/N!” He shook his half empty bottle of orange juice at you and stood a little taller; to intimidate you or act childish, it was all the same to you. You shook your head and leaned to look over your boyfriend’s shoulder and shoot a teasing look at Changbin.

“Nothing Binnie, I just didn’t know vampires liked oranges.”

“Vampires need vitamin C too, you know.” Changbin stuck out his tongue and walked to the corner of the room to sit next to Seungmin who was playing on his phone. One of the staff called out the 5 minute mark until the boys had to start filming. Felix was talking to his makeup stylist, asking about the choice of colors for his eyeshadow.

You turned back to Chan and smiled sweetly. He grinned back with pride, knowing this was all his idea and honestly, it was just a scheme to relieve everyone’s stress from the past couple week’s worth of hard work. You softened at his thoughtfulness, even if it meant having to dress up a little silly and dance around to a funny song. Chan softly rubbed your sides and his expression softened from a smile to one of curiosity.

“What are you thinking of in that head of yours?” He tilted his head to the side slightly and you brushed a stray strand of hair out of his eyes.

“I just love you, that's all.” You scrunched your nose and smiled wider. Chan sat a little straighter and grinned proudly. “I also think your outfit is silly but it's amazingly entertaining. I love how thoughtful you are even when everything is so stressful all the time.” Chan jokingly acted bashful and sighed contently.

“I just thought the kids could use a little breather. I was hoping all of them could make a cameo today and maybe even you.” He whispered the last part and gave a pleading look as if to ask if you would join him. “You could be my vampire queen?” He nudged you and you giggled while shaking your head.

“I would love to Channie, but you know I can’t..” You sighed and scratched his neck as an apology of sorts. It relaxed him, so it became a habit of yours.

“That’s okay baby, I know. Can you at least stay to watch? We can dance while we’re not filming? I know it’s been a stressful week for you too, Y/N, I don’t want to leave you out of this.” He pouted again and held you firmly.

“Of course I will. I wouldn’t miss an opportunity to take once in a lifetime type of pictures. I can show this to our kids someday.” You teased and and he scoffed in offense.

“Maybe I should’ve done this in secret instead.” Chan huffed. You kissed him on the lips carefully so as to not mess up his lip stain. “I know you wanna keep those pictures Channie, don’t deny it.”

Suddenly the staff member from earlier called time for recording and that was your boyfriend’s cue to leave this very comfortable position and conversation. At least Chan seems more relaxed now you thought, but you still pouted nonetheless.

“I’ll watch from the sidelines okay? I won’t leave until you’re done and we can get some dinner after.” You tried to reassure him as always. You slowly lifted yourself from the seat that was his leg but Chan pouted even more if that was possible. “Nooooo, I wanna stay like this. I want you to dance with me as my vampire queen.”

For being the leader of this group, Chan sure could act bratty sometimes. You frowned and tugged away while also pulling him to stand up with you. “Come on Channie, I wanna see you act silly like that time you filmed Maknae on Top. That was a true sight and honestly a little hot too.” You gave him your best puppy eyes and his crossed his arms.

He nodded, determined to make you happy and grabbed your hand to pull you along. “If that’s what my vampire queen wants, that’s what I’ll give her. Also, did you say my last outfit was hot?”

Before you could answer, Felix rushed by to open the set door to the main set. “Yahh!! This looks cool! Woah!” Felix jumped around like a little kid and your jaw dropped so much Chan had to cover your mouth for you.

“Do you like it?” Chan said excitedly. Seungmin burst out into laughter in the back and Changbin rushed next to Felix to touch all the fake body parts in the kitchen stage. “I helped design it myself.” Chan said in a matter of fact tone. While all the staff were rushing to set up last minute things, all you could do was gape at the utter silliness that Chan had helped create. You lifted his hand from your mouth and burst out into laughter, no longer able to hold it in.

The stage was so elaborately made, there were body parts in kitchen bowls and the lighting was so perfect, it made the kitchen look goofy enough to not be scary.

Chan smiled so widely, it was a childlike grin like he just accomplished something big. He let you laugh until you could catch your breath while you gripped his arm.

“Christopher Bang, this is single handedly the best thing I’ve ever seen you create in our entire relationship.” You let go of him and rushed to study the kitchen blender with fake cobwebs and a fake hand. “I love it.” You moved aside for a staff member and left the stage after looking in the cabinets, which were of course filled with eyeball jars.

Chan made his way to you and pecked your lips briefly before being led to his spot on the set. He winked and confidently said, “I’m not mad at that statement,” before the stage manager said something through the mic and the music began.

For the next couple of hours or so, you stuck around and watched the boys go wild on this song, which was amazing by the way, while also looking ridiculous in their vampire costumes. Even though it was Halloween in the middle of May, you could think of nothing better that would make everyone feel less stressed. Even after they had finished filming and you showered them with compliments for everything from their amazing voices to their utterly ridiculous dance skills, the air was so light you felt like you could fly.

The boys went home after teasing you for not joining in on the fun until Chan sternly told them to knock it off and they pouted on their way out the door. As promised, you and Chan went out for dinner and for the rest of the night, you two sang their song nonstop. True to the song, you stayed up all night singing and laughing, making a masterpiece of memories just as Chan had written.

“Chan?” You had just finished dancing in the middle of the living room and plopped on the couch with a huff.

“Yes baby?” Chan repeated your actions and pulled a blanket over you so you wouldn’t get cold. He wasn’t really paying attention to you as he adjusted everything to make you more comfortable.

“Chan!” You giggled and turned his face so his full attention was on you. He smiled sweetly between your hands squishing his face. “Yes, my vampire queen?” His worlds were muddled by your hands.

“Thank you for today. I love you.” You landed a kiss on his duck-like lips and let go of his face, exchanging it for a position on his lap like a pillow. You sighed and laughed one more time before closing your eyes.

“Who knew Halloween in May could be so fun? It’s already so late!”

Chan cooed at you and kissed your forehead. “I guess we really did stay up all night huh?” He smiled before closing his eyes too. The both of you fell asleep on the couch with the lights on without a care in the world about anything and cuddling each other after a long day of vampire shenanigans.

[imlostinsantacarla]

alwayschic38: Hi! Can you pretty please do another dating Leah imagine?? Like what would it be like to be Leah’s imprint and spend time with her? How would she be towards her imprint? 💜💜

(a/n: heya hun! thanks so much for sending in your request. leah is literally my wife so i’m pumped to write for her at any given time bc my girl deserved better! leah is so precious, please for the love of god, protect her! anyways i hope you enjoy what i’ve come up with also lovely!    - admin kat 🌙❣)

Disclaimer: i would like to thank @rosaliehalee​ for helping proof read, edit and co-write this with me! it means so much to me to have your help! 💕

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Being Leah Clearwater’s Imprint and Spending Time with Her Headcanons:

° Whenever Leah happens to stumble upon any amount of free time, she obviously desires to spend it with you. You are officially her anchor, one of the few people in her life that keeps her sane in her hectic life of shape shifting wolves and vampires.

° Your company is so immensely soothing to her that she often begins time spent with you having a short nap with her wrapped in your arms. Leah doesn’t always admit it but she feels very vulnerable, so when you hold her, all of her worries seem to dissipate. But there are times where she also holds you back and you appreciate that Leah is showing you her vulnerable side, a side no one else gets to see.

° Honestly, Leah Clearwater is just so grateful to have such a supportive, loving, and respectful imprint such as yourself. She never feels alienated around you, instead you radiate a warmth that reminds her of what home used to feel like before her life turned upside down.

° When Leah has a Sunday off, she loves to spend most of the morning in bed with you cuddling. The pair of you will just bask in the warmth she radiates and either enjoy the silence or fill it with hushed whispers.

° Leah loves to have her head in your lap while you read a book out loud to her. Your free hand tends to wander through her hair, which is the fastest way for her to fall asleep. She even nuzzles her face into your tummy!

° She also loves to walk up and down the pebble-filled beaches of La Push, no matter what the weather is like. She’ll hold your hand, fingers intertwined with yours and do mushy things like watch the sunrise and sunset with you.

° You and Leah like to go out on dates whenever you can. These can consist of driving up to Port Angeles or Seattle to grab some dinner and go to a movie, go out to a bar, or just go to a park during the day. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, as long as you’re together. Dates with Leah are always laid back and just chill. She wants you to be comfortable around her. But to be honest, she spoils you rotten because you’re her baby!

° Y’all spend a lot of time with Leah’s family - and at the Swan residence since Sue, her mother, is now with Charlie - and it melts her heart to see you get on so well with Seth, her mother and Charlie. She also likes the fact that you get along with Jacob, Quil, Embry and the rest of the Black Pack.

° Due to Leah being a shape shifting wolf, she has stumbled across a lot of beautiful meadows and places in the woods that she just immediately thinks you would love. So cue her taking you to said places and spending a sunny day there with you - even if it’s raining, you guys will sit sheltered beneath a tree and listen to the rain pattering down and watching nature unfold around you.

° With you, Leah is incredibly playful. She enjoys doing spontaneous things together, such as mini road trips to Port Angeles for food. Sometimes you bring Seth, who’s always beaming from ear to ear as he watches the scenery fly by! You enjoy it when Seth tags along, but Leah doesn’t. You have to remind her that Seth needs attention too, to which she grumbles and pouts at.

° You both go on a lot of road trips together, sometimes taking her family or your family as well. It’s always a pleasant time.

° I imagine that she has a pickup truck that she inherited from her father, Harry. Sometimes, when the normally rainy skies have rolled their clouds out to sea, and the night is clear and bright, she’ll load a bunch of blankets and pillows in the bed of it, drive you both out to a safe spot at night and just cuddle in the makeshift bed she made with you. She’s so warm that you don’t need the blankets. You both stargaze and she tells you all about the different constellations,- something that her father taught her when she was young. The Quileutes were a fishing tribe who used the stars to navigate. She teaches you how to always find your way home, to her. She grins silly when she turns to look at you and you’ve fallen asleep, curled into a small ball into her side. 

° Convincing her to take you cliff diving with her was a challenge. She thought it was a dumb idea because the boys do it to one up each other. Plus she heard about that stunt Bella pulled in New Moon and doesn’t want you getting any bad ideas. But once you’ve sold her on the pair of you jumping off together and holding hands, she comes around. She’ll start off on the smaller cliffs and work your way up to the top. She likes the thrill and also seeing how pumped you are afterwards makes her heart swell. And no, she didn’t let go of your hand the entire time!

° When you’re not over at her house or she’s not over at your house, she makes it a habit to call you an hour or two in advance of her nightly patrols. This is a way for her to spend time with you from a distance, if that makes sense? She loves to hear your voice grow sleepy and remind you of how much she truly loves you.

° When Leah is having a tough time with anything, you can just tell the minute that she walks in through the front door. You drop whatever you’re doing, open your arms and she climbs into your lap, whether you’re larger or smaller than her, and crushes you to her. Sometimes she cries and lets out her feelings and other times she’s silent, letting her mood pass over like clouds, acknowledging them and letting it go.

° Food means a lot to Leah, so she thoroughly enjoys cooking and baking in the kitchen with you. Sometimes she’ll let you taste a new recipe she’s made and smears the sauce on your nose because she’s goofy and carefree when she’s with you. Seth tends to walk in and pretends to vomit, only to get a piece of cooked spaghetti thrown at him. Poor kid!

° There’s a 99.9% chance that Leah is picking you up from work everyday. Even if she has patrol, she’ll get Jacob or someone else to cover for her. Honestly, Jacob and the others aren’t mad about it, they’re just happy that Leah is so happy, and glad they don’t have to hear her brooding thoughts anymore.

° Sometimes she’ll wait patiently in the car and other times she’ll casually just stroll into your work, wink, and fire a flirty comment at you. You can’t help but grin and laugh at her, because she’s so cute when she’s a dork. She embraces you, plants the sweetest kiss on your lips and then asks you all about your day.

° You attend a lot of the Quileute tribe bonfires with her and just bask in the relaxing and captivating atmosphere of the stories being shared. After the spell of Billy’s stories lets go, you always catch her beginning to snooze on your shoulder. Paul once dared to stick a wet finger into her ear and got his ass beat. 

° You both even spend time at Emily’s. The tension between Sam, Emily, and Leah vanished once she found you. Although she and yourself still hold Sam accountable for the horrible crap he put Leah through, and the terrible scars marring Emily’s face But nevertheless, you just spend a lot of time with Emily because they’re both still best friends. Emily adores you so much and so does everyone else!

° Every second that you guys spend together is literally the sweetest and it melts my heart, okay?!

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[kingsuckjin]

Saw this floating around and thought it’d be funny to do : Assign your moots with a fanfiction trope and a member?

Hmmmm lucky for me I have a whole gc devoted to my friends as bts members. I have many moots but I’ll just tag the ones I know won’t beat me up later 😂 hopefully.

@btsaudge is definitely my silly, kind, tsundere yoongi. She’s very supportive, a true friend and isn’t afraid to say how she feels. I have so much respect for her even though I jokingly disrespect her on a daily basis 😂 I think I’ll give her enemies to lovers

@baepsaesbae is my stronk but goofy baby Jungkook who feeds my stupidity irl we would probably be tackling each other or play fighting. I’ll give her the good old vampire/werewolf/monster trope cause she’s a badass.

@ddaengyoonmin (Z you’re gonna hate me for this but) is my whole sunshine and really cares about helping others and making others feel better just like Hobi. Z is so passionate about things and I’ll always love and support them no matter what. Z is a fairytale au in my eyes, maybe even a dark one sometimes.

@heyitsayjayy is my voice of reason Namjoon or sometimes she is my “let’s burn this house down and rip them apart to defend you” she’s definitely that super smart chill and funny mom friend. She’s got a big heart for other people and is a big problem solver. Her mind and intelligence never ceases to amaze me. Okay she’s definitely the “only one bed” trope.

@chloefran is my jimin, she’s gorgeous, flirty, sweet but I’m fully confident she will rip you apart if you get on her bad side. She’s probably the sweetest yet silliest person ever and everything about her is just so dreamy and wrapped in softness. She’s hands down the coffee shop au.

@withluv-gigi is always going to be my Taehyung, she dresses well, is unbelievably funny and I will protect her with my life. Together we are the two biggest goofballs, she gets me laughing until it hurts sometimes. She’s so creative and looks at things so differently than others. Gi, I’m giving you the “oh no! We’re trapped somewhere alone together, guess we have to make out now!” Trope

And as for Jin, I’d say me but if I had to pick a mutual that gives off the most Jin vibes it’s @iridescentjin it’s so fun talking to her because we’re so similar and have the same kind of dumb humor. Every conversation with her is like an adventure, she just gets me I think. We are both over the top and we both love too much. She’s a crack fic 😂 undeniably, we both have that energy.