#dessy rambles

[linpunny]

If yall see Sasuke trying put a baby in me no yall didn’t

[linpunny]

Two pretty besties 🥹🥹🥹🥹

I'm at a convention with my bestie! we be starfire and raven!

[sweetbumblebea]

A ship I barely see anyone talk about is Bellflower x Vagabond and let me tell you as a great croissbell enthusiast I have made up with a friend such intense vagaflower lore It's insane to think that nome of it is canon

They are childhood friends who have had a crush for each other for YEARS. Slowest slow burn of the entirety of the universe. They confess. They get married. They have 7 kids. There is so much content of them in my brain it's insane to think this is all in my (and my friend's) head.

[taelophone]

Fresh Linen૮ ․ ․ ྀིა₊⊹

Joost Klein x Reader! TWs: RPF, the softest romance ever!! I made Joost after lucky blue lol W/C: 3,604! A/N: Reader is implied to be something other than white, but its not major. + Some music I found that really matches the vibe methinks!! <3

When Joost first garnered fame, he could never imagine slowing down anytime soon. He was like a rolling boulder ; starting off slow and inexperienced with his rough, jagged edges. But now he’s been rolling for years, refining himself into a smooth stone down the hill.

He said all his life that he had a pretty good idea of things he liked and didn’t like. Kids, cats, feet, all of those icky things.

But here he was, slouched in an ivory arm chair as he brushed his daughter, Adessa’s hair. His life had managed to compress itself down into a tiny, squirming little baby and rest itself on his knees.

You smiled to yourself, lying down on the couch opposite of Joost as you watched him experience pure unbridled adoration. “You’re gonna look sooooooo pretty, Dessie!” He cooed, gently working the bristles of the brush through the long, chocolate brown curls.

He took his time, gently working his fingers through the soft hair before using two blue rubber bands to tie it into two sleek twin pigtails. He fluffed her hair out a little, smiling eagerly as Adessa giggled, clearly excited to see how her hair turned out. 

You loved seeing Joost dote on your baby girl. When you first started dating, he was very firm about not wanting any type of children. But Adessa managed to have him wrapped around her little finger.

“Daddy, why do I have to brush my hair?” Adessa asked, squirming around slightly as Joost struggled to tie the little lace bows around each pigtail.

“So it won’t get all tangled and messy.” He hummed, gently tying the last bow.

You smiled, watching as Adessa began to ramble Joost’s ears off with her little voice. Joost seemed to cling to every single word, leaning forward in his chair and placing his hands on his knees as he nodded. “Ja, natuurlijk.”

“I’m gonna make some bread, do you two wanna help?” You offered, standing up from the couch. “We haveeee...4 hours before we head to the park, so that’s enough time to make a loaf and lunch.” You smiled.

“Yes, I can help!” Joost smiled, standing up slowly from the arm chair as to not knock Adessa off of his knees. “Des, wil je brood maken?” Joost asked, scooping Adessa up from under her shoulders and tossing her up in the air.

Adessa shrieked and giggled, eagerly lifting her arms up as she nodded. “Ja! I wanna help mommy!” She beamed.

You smiled, making your way into the cozy little kitchen, Joost following behind you with Adessa in his arms. You got everything you’d need to make your bread and laid it out on the counter in front of the window.

Joost sat Adessa down on the kitchen counter, leaning against it as well as he watched you set everything up to make sure it would take as little time as possible. 

“I’m…not a good cook.” He chuckled, grabbing the measuring cups and spoons for you in a heartbeat.

“I know, Joost. That’s why I said help.” You giggled, setting the large bowl next to Adessa, who kicked her little legs back and forth off the counter.

“Alright, Dessa! I’m gonna let you pour the dry ingredients in the bowl and mix, okay?” You murmured, filling each measuring cup with its corresponding dry ingredients, and handing them to Adessa one by one.

You supervised her carefully, admiring her with a soft smile as she carefully added the flour, sugar, salt, and dry yeast to the bowl.

“Do I mix now?” She asked, staring up at you with her electric blue eyes. She was such a cute girl, with those beautiful pools of blue she had inherited from her dad. But of course, you could see yourself in her face as well.

“Yep! Daddy’s gonna help me add the water, and then we can all knead the dough together!” You explained, handing Joost the one cup, and half cup measuring cups.

“Could you fill these with warm water, my love?” You smiled, turning your head to face him.

He nodded, taking the cups from your hands and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Yes, baby.” He hummed, filling the cups with warm water and adding them to the bowl of dry ingredients.

“Alright, you two,” you began, stepping in front of Joost as you picked up the silicone scraping spatula, scraping the dry ingredients off the sides of the bowl. 

“There’s a certain way to mix bread. You don’t just go in an aggressive circle,” you showed, aggressively mixing the flour and water together. “Nah. You kind of like…fold it in. Stay from the bottom, and bring in to the top til’ it’s all combined.” You nodded.

“I wanna try!” Adessa gasped, immediately grinning ear to ear as she clasped her hands together in wonder.

“Of course you can!” You smiled, sliding the bowl over to her and handing her the spatula.

She did her best to mix, trying to copy the motions you showed her earlier as her brows furrowed in concentration.

You smiled, placing your hand over Joost’s as he leaned down, leaning his head on your shoulder and placed his hands on your hips.

“I love you.” He murmured, pecking the side of your head.

You smiled, leaning your head against his lovingly. “I love you too.” You hummed, holding his hand gently.

You chattered away with Joost and Adessa, finishing up with mixing the dough before dusting the counter with flour and tranferring the slightly sticky dough onto the powdered, sleek, and wooden surface.

“Alright, cover your hands in flour, and then you kinda just…knead it. Don’t be too hard, but don’t be scared of it.” You explained, kneading the dough gently.

You let Adessa try, letting her smack and poke the dough while she snickered and chuckled.

“Joost, roll up your sleeves and knead this for me please.” You requested, watching as Adessa hopped off the counter to go play her iPad. 

He nodded, reluctantly pulling himself away from you and rolling up the sleeves on his white collared shirt. “How do I do it again…” he snickered. “Show me.”

You sighed, smiling softly as you pushed him aside gently with your hip. “Like this,” you instructed, kneading the dough again.

He nodded, shifting behind you again and placing his hands over yours, kneading the dough with you as he hummed quietly to himself.

You kept going until the dough was smooth and matte, grabbing the little baking tin and slotting it into the pan and scoring a little heart into the surface.

“All done!” You smiled, holding up the pan to get a better look.

“You want any herbs on the top, baby?” You asked, craning your head upwards so you could look at him.

He brushed his hands off with the kitchen towel before placing them on the counter on either side of you. “Maybe some sage and rosemary.” He smiled, nodding subtly.

You nodded, slowly pulling away from him to find the sage and rosemary, plucking them from the fridge. You gently sprinkled the herbs on top of the bread before drizzling a little bit of olive oil on top and sprinkling a bit of black pepper as well.

“Put this in the oven for me?” You smiled, handing him the pan. 

He smiled, taking the pan from your hands and walking over to the already preheated oven. He swung open the oven door, wincing slightly at the gust of heat before gently sliding it onto the bottom of the rack.

“There you go, babe.” He smiled, his cheeks going a rosy pink from simply gazing in your direction. “I’ll go get Dessa dressed, and you can do whatever you want.” He smiled, whisking his way over to you, placing a kiss on your cheek and making his way to Adessa in the living room.

You smiled, feeling your sensitive little heart clench and vibrate at how he loved you so gently. Ever since you met Joost, he treated you like the most precious of gems. He wanted to make things easy for you; to dote on and pamper you like you were his most prized possession.

In Joost’s eyes, you and Adessa were his heart walking around outside of his body. When humans first thought of the word love, they described it as an attempt feeling of deep affection. But when Joost thought of love, he thought of laying down with you and Dess, listening to your soft snores as time passed you by second after second.

It was those painfully slow days that reminded him that love has no time limit. Even when he was long gone and miles underneath the earths crust, his spirit would make sure the sun kept shining and the earth kept spinning for his baby girl.

You used the time Joost gave you to prep a small breakfast and pack a little snack bag for Adessa, knowing she would ultimately be hungry after playing in the park. After you finished that task, you tugged your sleeves down on your sweater, fixing your  jeans and leaning against the counter to have a sparkling water.

Joost and Adessa emerged mere minutes later, with your daughter now in a blue and white gingham dress and frilly white socks and cute little Mary Jane’s.

“Mommy, look!” She beamed, running up to you eagerly to show off her outfit. She did a fast little spin, grinning from ear to ear as she gazed up at you for approval.

You gasped, making sure to set down your can before kneeling down to be eye level with her. “You look so pretty, Dessa!” You cooed, giving her a big hug and peppering her face with kisses.

She giggled uncontrollably, trying to push your face away and squirming away from your love attack. 

You sat her back down, giving her one last kiss before patting her head gently. “Daddy did a great job.” You nodded, looking over at Joost and smiling.

He nodded back at you, giving you a thumbs up and blowing you a brief kiss.

What a cute nerd.

You stood up, standing in the kitchen and watching as Joost walked over towards you.

“I made you guys a little charcuterie board.” You smiled, gently wrapping your arms around Joost’s neck as he held your waist and gazed into your eyes.

“Oh thank you, mijn liefste!” He smiled, turning his head briefly to munch on some blueberries. “You’re so sweet, I don’t deserve you.” He mumbled, resting his head on yours.

“Not true!” You fake-gasped. “You’re the best, too.”

“…we the best music..” he whispered, immediately giggling after. 

“Bye.” You giggled, moving to walk away from him, only for him to pull you back gently.

“No, dance with me.” He pouted, swaying with you slowly in the kitchen.

“You’re so corny!” You giggled, swaying with him as well.

“People are afraid to be corny, but I was born on the cob.” He recited, chuckling in your ear. You could really see where Adessa got her laugh from whenever Joost giggled. You recognized that ‘hehehe’ anywhere.

“Daddy?” A little voice asked, Adessa staring up at you with her big round eyes.

“Yes, little one?” He hummed, still swaying with you as he glanced at Adessa.

“Are you and mommy in loooove?” She asked, leaning forward and smiling at the two of you.

“Of course! I’d move planets for your mama.” He nodded.

You snickered, smiling just a little harder at his shameless admission.

“And I would for you, too.” Joost smiled.

Adessa nodded, clinging onto Joost’s leg as she giggled. She couldn’t understand slow dancing, but she wanted to be included in anything her parents did. So she danced along with the two of you, eagerly twirling around beside you.

You smiled, watching her with nothing but love. 

“Jojo?” You hummed, resting your hands on either side of his neck gently.

“Ja?” He smiled.

“You wanna watch a movie after we take Dess to the park?” You muttered, pecking his neck gently.

He smiled, stopping in the middle of the kitchen floor before walking you back into the counter and setting you down on top of the smooth wood. 

“Of course.” He smiled, resting his head on your shoulder.

You stayed together in the kitchen for an hour or two, chatting away with each other happily about anything and everything until the oven dinged, prompting Joost to remove the fresh loaf with your pink little oven mitts.

“The bread is finished!” He smiled, placing it on the table.

“Great! Thanks.” You cheered, hopping off the counter to stare at the loaf. You fought off both Adessa and Joost, desperately trying to explain that the bread needs to cool before you cut or eat it.

“Mommy it’s ok, the bread won’t know!” Adessa grinned, standing on her tip toes in an attempt to see above the counter. Joost scooped her up, setting her down on the counter beside him as he admired the fresh baked loaf as well.

“It looks very good! Good job.” He praised, giving Adessa an approving high five. She nodded firmly, crossing her arms at her job well done before suddenly gasping.

“Mommy helped, too! Say good job to mommy!” She squeaked, pointing a finger at you.

He giggled, turning over to you and smiling.

“Thank youuu, amazing beautiful great gorgeous fiancée!” He beamed. 

“You’re welcome!” You chirped, kissing his cheek. “Alright, we can head to the park while that cools.” You nodded, heading into the living room to slide on your shoes and grab your keys.

Adessa followed behind, smiling happily as she toddled behind you, grabbing onto your fingers as she followed you out the door.

“Kom op, papa!” She called, turning her head around to pout at Joost, who was tying his shoes.

“Yeah, hurry up grandpa!” You teased, putting your hand on your hip. “You’d really make a child wait to go play at the park?” You snickered, watching as Adessa mirrored your pose.

Joost looked up, raising an eyebrow at the two of you as the picture finally panned out. He saw just how alike you and Adessa were, and suddenly all the noise in his head stopped. He was happy where he was, and couldn’t ask for anything more.

“Hold on, I’m done I’m done!” He giggled, stumbling out the door behind the both of you and closing the door.

“You got some flour on your nose.” You chuckled. “Coke allegations pending.” You whispered, motioning to the upper bridge of his nose.

He laughed, quickly clearing the flour away from his face.

“I’m not Charli.” He giggled, following behind you and Adessa closely.

“Are you sure? You seem to be bumpin’ that…” you joked.

“Nee, nee nee nee! I’m not.” He giggled.

You walked in the warm sunlight towards the park, taking steady breaths of fresh air as you admired the beautiful scenery.

The Netherlands was a bit of a change from the atmosphere you grew up with, but more grass was definitely a plus.

When you made it to the park, Adessa had set off to go play with the other kids in the grass.

You smiled, wrapping an arm around Joost’s arm and walking with him through the grass. Since Friesland was really small in retrospect, you had no doubt people recognized him, but you were grateful nobody made the move to bother or approach you with your child.

“I never thought I’d be getting married soon…” Joost suddenly blurted, holding your hand gently.

“I know, this all feels so unreal to me.” You smiled.

“I used to just say I was ok with my bloodline stopping at me…and now look, I’m engaged with a daughter.” He giggled.

“Nobody knows where they’ll end up, and that’s ok.” You shrugged, allowing Joost to pull you down and sitting in the grass with him, just far enough to supervise Adessa.

He nodded, smiling softly as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. 

You stayed at the park for a good hour, running around with Adessa in the grass as she chased you with a magical leaf that would make you go “boom!”

“Alright, Dessa, let’s go home and have some lunch, okay?” You smiled, scooping her up and spinning her around. 

She nodded, wrapping her arms around your neck as she waved bye to her park friends.

The walk back was relatively quiet, and you could tell that Adessa had fallen asleep. You chuckled, gently shaking her awake so she could stay up long enough to eat, have a quick little bath and then go to sleep later.

“Here, I got her.” Joost murmured, gently taking her from your arms. You smiled, thanking him wordlessly as you reached the front door and pushed it open.

You sat your bag and keys down on the side table, slipping your shoes off by the door and heading into the kitchen. You made a quick little sandwich for Adessa with some smoked turkey, Swiss cheese, pickles, lettuce, tomato, and red onion. What a non-picky baby.

You headed into the living room, handing the sandwich to a very sleepy looking Adessa whose head kept drooping onto her dad’s shoulder. Joost chuckled, watching as she perked up momentarily to eat her food.

“I like your bread, mommy.” She murmured, finishing up her sandwich with a little smile.

“Thank you!” You smiled, patting her head softly. “Im glad you like it. I made it with lots of love, just for you!” You explained, booping her little nose. 

She smiled, leaving the crusts on her plate and placing it down on the coffee table. “All done.” She murmured, rubbing her eyes as she leaned on Joost’s shoulder again.

Joost sat up slowly, ensuring she wouldn’t fall over on the couch before picking her up. “Bed time!” He beamed, dancing and twirling up the stairs with Adessa.

“I got her, just go get comfy!” He smiled, turning back to you briefly before disappearing upstairs. 

You cheered quietly, quickly setting up downstairs for movie night. You laid out the blankets, snacks, and drinks before shuffling upstairs to your shared room to change into some pajamas.

You decided on a matching pair of pink fuzzy shorts and a pink fuzzy hoodie. You glanced in the mirror, smoothing out the hoodie delicately and making sure you looked ok, even thought you knew Joost wouldn’t care even if you didn’t, because in his words “it’s okay to not be okay.”

You smiled, giggling at yourself briefly before making your way to the bathroom to check on the two of them, only to see a tub overflowing with bubbles and an Adessa with a soapy Mohawk.

“What the actual hell, Joost.” You murmured, eyes widening at the height the bubbles had managed to somehow reach. Adessa was lost in the midst of it, blue eyes just barely visible through the forest of bubbles.

Joost smiled, instantly freezing in place before slowly turning to you.

“Hello!!” He waved, slowly putting down the bubble bath solution.

“How much of that did you use!” You half-chuckled, half-scoffed, watching as the blue coloring practically spilled over the floor.

“Mommy it’s okay, I’m the bubble princess!” Adessa giggled, raising her arms up through the hoard of suds.

You sighed, but smiled softly. The cleanup would eat you the fuck alive, sure, but at least she was happy.

“Of course, sweetie.” You giggled, heading back out the bathroom slowly. You retreated downstairs to the couch, taking in the warm, orange-y yellow lighting that consumed the room. It reminded you of fall, with the sweet spices and crisp days that brought you so much joy.

You waited for no more than 5 minutes on the couch before the little pitter patter of feet came down the stairs. 

“Mommy!” The little voice whispered from the top of the stairs. “You gotta come say goodnight to me!”

You chuckled, standing up from the couch and jogging over to her. “Of course I do! C’mon!” You whispered, heading upstairs to her all pink princess themed bedroom.

Even though she had sworn her allegiance to nothing but pink time and time again, she still had the cover art for her dad’s beloved albums up on the wall next to her bed, courtesy of her father.

She scurried into bed, giggling as Joost pecked her little forehead gently. He had to completely sit down to be close to her bed, which was almost comical to see, but you didn’t wanna laugh at how massive he was just yet.

“Alright, goodnight sweetie.” You whispered, gently tying a little scarf around her head so her hair wouldn’t look crazy in the morning. “I love you!” You cooed, peppering her face with kisses.

She giggled, leaning up to kiss your nose before laying back down and rubbing her eyes. “I love you too…” she murmured, trying her best to keep her eyes open as she watched you and Joost turn off the lights and slowly leave.

You closed the door behind you two, smiling at Joost before giggling and scurrying down the steps like eager children. You crashed onto the couch together, cuddling up as Joost snatched the remote off the armrest and turned on the TV.

“This parenting shit is easy. W’s in the chat.” He giggled, pulling you as close as he could.

“I don’t know about easy, but you’re definitely a great dad!” You smiled, resting your hand on his chest.

He rolled his eyes, snickering quietly as he kissed your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

©Taelophone<33

[giggly-squiggily]

Aaaaah sentence starters!! Maybe something like, "Don't be so nervous" with Umemiya and Nirei?? I think an interaction with them would be so cute and floofy :3

Dessie! :D Oh this is precious! I don't write for Ler!Umemiya enough- he's such a delight! I've gotcha covered! :3

“Nirei.” Umemiya’s hand rested gently on his shoulder. The action alone made the younger boy stiffen all over. “You have to breathe.”

“W-W-What?” Was he not breathing? He suddenly couldn’t tell. “I-uh-erm-U-Umemiya s-sir!” He twisted to face him, bowing deeply. “I’m sorry for troubling you!”

“Whoa, whoa- calm down there. You're not troubling anyone!” Laughing a bit sheepishly, Umemiya gently raised his chin, making him stand back up. “I just noticed you seem really nervous lately- I wanted to check in on you. Are you doing okay?”

“Oh, yeah! I’m great!” Nirei nodded rapidly, his nerves worsening at the concerned look Umemiya was giving him. “No, truly! The guys are great, and I feel like I’m learning so much from everyone here- am I talking too fast? I’m not lying, I swear! I wouldn’t lie to you-”

“Nirei.” Umemiya suddenly grabbed his sides, kneading his fingers. The blonde let out a squeal and jumped, high pitched laugher overtaking his rambling. “Don’t be so nervous!”

“EeeEEK! Ehehehahahhaahha! Umehhehemihiihya-sahhahahn!” He cried, dancing in a circle as Umemiya poked and prodded at his sides and belly. He felt like one of those rotisserie chickens at the market. “Whahahahit pleahahhahse!”

“I know you’re not lying; I don’t doubt you when you say the guys are good to you. They’re all kinds of quirky, but they're good men. I’m just here to remind you that you don’t need to panic so much around me!” He laughed at the mouse-like squeaks Nirei let out, pulling his hands back soon after and watching him collapse. “I’m one of the founders, sure- but I’m also just a guy. You don’t need to walk on eggshells around me, okay? I’ll let you know when it’s time to get serious.”

“Hehehe..hehehe..ohohokay..” Nirei nodded, arms around his belly as he peeked up at the older man. “Dihihid you reahheally have to tihihickle me, though?”

“Oh but of course! It's a Bofurin policy!” Umemiya nodded, laughing as Nirei whipped out his notebook. “Walk with me- I’ll tell you all the details while we go hunt down Sakura.”

“O-Okay!”

Send me a sentence starter and I'll write a dabble for you! :D

[satohqbanana]

can you tell us why des is your favourite character? what makes her stand out from the rest of the cast?

Thanks for another Askmas ask, Naveena!

Not gonna lie, Des exists because I just wanted to make a character with a lot of my fave traits in a character. 👁👄👁 You can almost call Des a Mary Sue. But I don't care. I love her.

Anyway proceed below the cut to get a LOAD of spoilers and a LOAD of meta. THIS IS A BIG SPOILER LANDMINE FIELD.

Anyway. What parts of Des do I like? She's frank, snarky, and straight to the point, and so efficient that I easily completed the draft of Magia Part 3. She has magic hands made of shadow. She's hardworking and she's mostly self-sufficient. As a mage she is pretty OP and she knows another language. I love her.

Des has brown skin, dark hair, and a drooping gaze. She has two forms. She has thick eyebrows, a long face, broad shoulders, and a long and straight body, which by some standard are masculine features, and these definitely add to the charm. I love her.

She stands out from the cast because she started out as a male character in my drafts. I needed a character who would balance out Gracie and Ireus in terms of design and dynamics, and after a bit of back and forth with myself, I decided Des will be a she. And she is gorgeous. I love her.

She stands out also because among her friends, she's the grounded one. Gracie dreams big and thinks big as a princess and politician; Ireus dreams big and thinks big as the science guy with a lot of confidence. Somebody needs to pull them down from their daydreams, and that's Des. And she will do it with or without tact. Mostly without tact, because she can't stand their BS. I love her.

Des also stands out in that she's living under a fake identity, an Emeri boy named "Duke Desmond". But she isn't just an Emeri; she's a Verdant, the indigenous people of Verforlea, upon which the Emerald Kingdom is built. Her real name is Leirades Vertigris (yes she's bread girl). And she isn't mortal; she's demimortal. I love her.

And look at her when she smiles. How can you not love her?

She's one of the only characters in this series who I can imagine cleaning the house, washing the dishes, doing the laundry, and taking care of the kids and the house in general, instead of doing paperwork or chasing after monsters in grand adventures. And I'm like (points to her) I LOVE HER YOUR HONOR.

I also adore her dynamic with Ireus because they let me write a lot of banter. Their first meeting just makes me feel the feels and I've written it like two, three years ago??? Wild. Des' story also ties with the events in Nasci and she has also participated in some important research that helped usher in the ceasefire between the Emerald Kingdom and the Platinum Fort. She's cool. She's lovely. I love her. And I will continue to do so.

Anyway thanks for the ask and thanks for letting me ramble on and on about my Dessy Darling.

[christine-jetpardon]

It was very stressful at first. There was so much paperwork, and the wedding itself was expensive, but it was worth it for all the happiness we got.

It was also sorta scary. No matter what, there were still some doubts in my head. Was I marrying the right person for me? Was I going to regret this in a few years? But I wouldn’t give that beautiful wedding day away for the world. I made the right choice in marrying Dessy, that much I’m sure.

It’s a huge commitment, it’s for life in fact. Well, divorce happens a lot but you know what I mean. Being married can be one of the best things in the world, but it can also bring stress and pain. But that’s part of life. You need to take the good with the bad, you know?

Besides, you’re a bit young to be considering marriage. I know you’re technically a million years old, but you’re still mentally a child. Give yourself the freedom to be a child. To love, to make mistakes, to hurt, to feel. Don’t feel pressured into staying in unfulfilling and/or uncomfortable relationships. And keep in mind, you most likely won’t be marrying Persephone.

You’re young, as I said, and so is she. Young people make mistakes. Adults make mistakes. We love and we take our love for granted and we forget to cherish our relationships. And breakups happen. I had several different boyfriends before I met Dessy, in fact. So if the day comes in which you no longer love Persephone the same, you can talk to me about it. I’ll understand.

But for now, enjoy your time with her. You two are so cute and sweet. I wish you all the best.

Ah, I rambled on a bit there. Did that answer your question?

@christine-jetpardon Mom… what was getting married like?

I just wanna know

[linpunny]

I just need to be folded up with Draken’s big hands on my thighs , gripping so hard on the soft plush meat that he’s leaving red crescent shaped indents. The weight of his body pushing me so far down into the mattress as he bullies his thick fat dick into my velvety walls. Large mushroomed tip kissing my cervix with each quick snap of his hips. Moaning and begging for more as he kisses reassuring praises into my flushed skin. “Doing such a good job baby girl, look at you being a good girl, pussy taking all of me. Gunna fill you up so full, just like you wanted.”

Help

I’m not ok right now

[major-victory]

Orion, baby, please, Dessi is just trying to sleep and you are crushing him

[witcher-not-quitter]

Witchers be like "save a horse, ride a vampire."

[linpunny]

. Period.

[fanfic-chan]

Guys it's like, 2:30am and I, cannot sleep. Like, I'm just not even tired. At all. I know I'm going to be tired tomorrow but I just can't sleep?? ¯\(o_o)/¯

[nephophiles-unused-main-blog-lol]

even Ardyn’s themes make me do the horny grip to my chair, what an utterly superb character honestly

[souppunch]

PL vs AA au

I just thought of an au where des goes to labrynthia to start a new life (Idk but I think PL vs AA is between AL and CV?) and he gets a new name, and identity and stuff. Then Layton and the gang come along and Layton spots him in the crowd and approaches him. He somehow jogs his memories and they hug and Des apologizes for everything (very fluffy :v). Then they go to the alchemist's place to investigate (I have not watched a playthrough of the game in 3 years so my memory is bear with me) and you know the thing happens where Layton turns into gold and Maya is on trial. Oh boy, Dessy is pissed and there's a lotta angst and he is convinced that Maya killed his brother. Until Phoenix proves Maya is innocent but Maya ends up roasty-toasty anyway. So now we have depressy dessy or DD and co. The game goes as usual but with Des in it. In the end Layton and Des reunite and cry :') OH and sibling banter including Des calling Hersh short

[kamelotking]

Hi hello yes today I dreamt about Ron and Desiree DeLite being really good thieves together, stealing a lot of really really important stuff!! And they got cornered by police and they had to fight their way out to get to Dessie’s motorcycle, and after that there was a huge chase scene with, like, police helicopters n stuff and it was so cool!!

And then afterwards when they evaded the cops, they got home and there was a child there and when I woke up I cried because OH MY GOD I JUST DREAMED UP A DELITE BABY AND SHE WAS SO ADORABLE SHE WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER

[clearbun]

i feel like after the stolen turnabout, the first few times ron sees phoenix in public he just starts going off on some big ramble as to how he's not stealing anything he promises look he's helping dessie with errands he has the shopping list right there to prove it you have to believe him pleeeeease [continued in tags bc my thought process is a mess and fits that formatting better]