#hiccup b OR E D

[h3lfaerie]

Random: "I'm just saying, Hiccup Haddock wouldn't be muscular."

Me: *cracks knuckles and puts on glasses* Let's do this shit.

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*AHEM*

Okay, first of all.

Nutrition.

As we all probably know, the more nutrients and the better food you get when you are a child the more fit and taller you will grow as an adult. Usually. Now looking at How To Train Your Dragon, consider that Hiccup was very short and scrawny when Berk was still being attacked by dragons. And then once the dragons stopped attacking and the village suddenly had more food instead of it being stolen all the time, Hiccup went from scrawny and tiny to a WHOPPING SIX FOOT TWO.

And yes, that is his actual height in the last two movies.

And that is largely on relatively little sun and poor nutrients from limited amounts of grains and meats and root vegetables (plus mildew's cabbage).

Training.

Whether you have watched Race To The Edge or not, you know this little shit can fight. Good. You think you get that sort of technique by not spending arduous amounts of time in the sparring ring?

While Hiccup is definitely more strategic in his fighting style as opposed to people like Astrid and Heather (who are both distinctly heavy-handed imo), he is agile as all Hel... and highly proficient with a range of weapons (largely leaning towards swordsmanship). One, that takes a lot of practice, two he's doing it with a prosthetic leg. Consider the amount of pain and hindrance that would cause him throughout training. He is literally disabled. He needs to work twice as hard. His pain tolerance alone would be through the roof.

Sparring-wise the constant footwork and quick directional changes would vastly improve his balance and leg strength, while wielding a sword would build his shoulder, arm, and core muscles.

In addition, the need for precise strikes and defensive maneuvers refines hand-eye coordination and grip strength, which would explain why he is such a good shot with things like his shield-crossbow contraption. And also sparring develops cardiovascular endurance due to the rapid movements and bursts of action, in other words - stamina. He's got plenty. He worked for that.

Now, here you may probably think "But his design for the Inferno is hollow. Isn't that because he can't lift a sword?"

NOPE.

That design was entirely afforded to him by Viggo Grimborn in Race to the Edge. It was a strategic decision.

Have you SEEN the prototype of that thing:

Like first of all that is VIOLENT. That is a serrated blade. It's meant to GUT people. (Go on and tell me Hiccup doesn't have anger issues, I dare you.)

Secondly, I'd argue that has more metal than a normal sword.

And thirdly concrete proof of Hiccup's physical strength can be seen in the following moments (I wish I had GIFs, I'm sorry I do not. Those are all moments from RTTE):

Exhibit A:

Knocks Astrid off her feet during sparring.

Exhibit B:

Knocks Savage off his feet while being chased.

Exhibit C:

Catches AND STOPS an axe going for his head held by someone thrice his size.

Exhibit D:

Knocks Snotlout's tooth out with his non-dominant hand.

Excibit E:

KNOCKS TOOTHLESS (A WHOLE ASS DRAGON) OFF A FUCKING CLIFF BY HIMSELF.

Shall I go on?

Blacksmithing.

Blacksmithing is a highly physical craft that builds strength, endurance, and coordination. Hammering hot metal requires po-wer-ful arm, shoulder, and chest muscles. Lifting and maneuvering heavy materials cannot NOT strengthen your back and stomach if you've been doing it for weeks, let alone years.

Also, the repetitive swinging motion of the hammer builds forearm and grip strength, which is essential for control and precision. And working in the heat of a forge is ... For one, a glorious sweaty bonus, for two, it basically serves as a sauna after an excruciating amount of physical labour. Ever wondered why people go to a sauna after a workout? The heat can help repair muscles that were damaged by exercise and it can reset your thermoregulation thresholds. In other words, hot temperatures feel less severe. And I wonder why HE of all people, would be in need of THAT.

TLDR; Blacksmithing is a FULL-BODY workout that not only builds physical resilience but also sharpens mental focus and discipline.

And Hiccup started doing it as a CHILD.

As a substitute for dragon killing.

And last but not least (in fact probably the most important).

DRAGON RIDING.

Have you ever been on a horse? Have you ever seen equestrians? I'm really grateful to have had the privilege to ride a horse and let me tell you ... The strength and balance that requires is immeasurable.

-> Core strength.

The constant flexing and contracting required to stay balanced in the saddle works your core muscles like there's no tomorrow, including your abs and obliques.

-> Inner thighs and pelvic muscles.

Speaking of maintaining-your-balance-and position-while-riding... it destroys your inner thighs and pelvic muscles. Can confirm you walk like a penguin afterwards. It's grueling.

-> (I'm not gonna include the posture and trunk exterior muscles here because Hiccup rides like a hunch-back, therefore those benefits would not be applicable to him, the lil' gremlin.)

And lastly, staying in that saddle is NOT easy. You need to have built your body in a certain way to keep your seat if you want to move onto galloping (much like a dancer can't go en-pointe until they've strengthened their ankles). Until then, you're stuck with trotting for weeks. And trust me it still leaves you sore.

TLDR; Horse riding can: improve your balance and coordination, increase your flexibility, burn over 400 calories per hour, serve as yet another FULL-BODY workout, and improve your reflexes.

Now change that to dragon riding.

Now change that to riding canonically the fastest, smartest, and rarest of the known species of dragons in this universe?

Just the FACT our boy wasn't done flung off in that Test Drive Scene in HTTYD 1 is a cause for a standing ovation.

In conclusion:

Realistically, Hiccup Haddock wouldn't be a fishbone. HE WOULD NOT BE BULKY EITHER. THAT IS AN ATROCITY.

But considering all that we've listed, if you wanted to consider realistic expectations given his levels of physical activity, nutrition, and his growth spurt in response to that, he would, at the very least, be tall as fuck, and absolutely built.

And as a bonus: Have you seen his parents? The genetics are THERE.

THAT SAID, everyone's allowed to have fun with Hiccup's design! That's just my interpretation. It does not and should not invalidate anyone else's.

I'm well aware that Hiccup Haddock is a huge representation for the disabled community. Particularly those with chronic illness, neurodiveristy and limb difference. So, I'd like to finish this off with: I simply decided to go on a deep-dive, but really it's not that deep. This was just the result of my three-hours-long hyperfixation.

We love all and any renditions of Hiccup Haddock the Third, because is just that lovable.

If you disagree with mine, that is absolutely okay ❤️

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[sanjisblackasswife]

Portgas D. Ace NSFW Alphabet

@444katsuki threatened me at 8am to do this. 🧍🏾‍♀️🤧

Black Fem Reader in Mind

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If he doesn’t fall asleep right after he usually gets up and grabs a towel to wipe you off, he didn’t know much about aftercare and he told you about this, but he was more than willing to learn because he always had the instinct to make you feel good and safe. He enjoys pillow talking as well right after, holding you on top of his chest, starting off with a silly comment saying “Fuck you feel too good down there.”

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his arms and he loves your ass. When he carries you & you can always feel his bicep or hand right under the cup of your butt

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Feral messy man. He loves cumming on your body though. It’s a form of possession he feels pouring his seed all over you as you pant away and eye half shut. You have to catch him sometimes though because if he cream pie’s you he starts to playing inside you cunt with his Dick.

Dirty ass.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really wants to fuck you in a forest. He doesn’t know why, but sometimes when you both are exploring he just wants you push you against a tree and have at you. Maybe you will grant him that pleasure one day

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has had no less than 3 women. Two was just blowjobs and the one was a heat of the moment thing. He regrets losing his virginity to anybody that wasn’t you, because you really showed him the ropes on how to make you feel good. He does have his hiccups when he is too excited so he may miss your clit or rub too hard but a lil correction never hurt him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Lotus. He is infactuated by you, your scent, your moans, your body he needs to be as close as you as possible. He will keep your sweaty thighs around his hot waist and slowly pump into you and giving you soft praises in your ear, “You’re so good to me, I love you, baby.”

Once it gets a bit more intense he lays back holding your hands to watch you ride him

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It can be either or, he’s a silly guy and he enjoys watching you smile as much as he does seeing your fucked out face. Sometimes he’ll intentionally make a joke while going down on you because he gets so turned on when you laugh, but it gets cut off by a moan. It just so sexy to Ace.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sooooo. He is kinda like Luffy, but slightly better. His DF burns off any excess hair on his body so he doesn’t have much going on, but sometimes you can just barely feel a little bit of hair when he presses deeper inside you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a romantic whether he admits it or not, he’s just not great at executing it. He tried to light candles around the bed or give you a massage but he’s clumsy so there were a few times there have been many accidental fires in your room because of this

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Does it a lot before and after dating you, especially if you are not sexually available. He gets riled up so easily he blames you a lot for it. You’ve caught him in your room with your dirty panties in his face way too many times.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Temperature Play: I mean obviously. When he fingers you he will make his fingers hot JUST enough to make you whimper. Sometimes if he is feeling it, he will rub ice on and inside your pussy, he sucks his bottom lip seeing you squirm at the cold touch and wait until you beg for him fingers for him to rub your clit with his burning digits.

Sensory Deprivation: He actually wants you BOTH to be blind while having sex. The feeling is such an overwhelming pleasure he can’t get himself to beg for more while you cry for him to stop while he is inside you blindly.

Exhibition: Like i said he doesn’t actually want to get caught but the THOUGHT and RISK makes him feral. He can most definitely fill you in an alley or even in someone else’s room that he doesn’t like. He doesn’t give af.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He doesn’t necessarily care as long as there is reassurance y’all can’t get caught. Going back to the idea of fucking you in the forest.

He really likes fucking you in areas where enemies are close by. It’s something about the rush of possibly getting caught and attacked that makes him get feral. Granted he would also be mortified if someone actually saw like a random civilian so he is a dumbass on that part.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

YOU. You just swaying your hips ALONE Makes him flustered! He gets more horny when he drinks so if you wanna tease him sit on his lap. (Will Describe more on the Letter U)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Ace is a very jealous guy so he Does not ever want to share you. He has no reason to. You are his and he most definitely is yours, just the thought of you being intimate with someone else’s, man or woman he doesn’t care it pisses him off.

He is open to slapping you, but not in the face. He wouldn’t dream of ever bruising up your gorgeous face.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man LIVES for blowjobs. The mouth stretching to swallow his cock is a sight to see. He loves leaning back on the bed, one hand holding him up, other on your head holding your hair watching you bob your head up and down. It’s kinda hot seeing how his head is cocked to the side, blushing and lowly moaning your name. when you wake up him with one he is the happiest mf in the sea nothing can piss him off. Bonus points if you start off and kiss his tip he will get hard almost instantly

When he goes down on you he’s a damn menace, he always becomes pussy drunk so be prepared to be overstimulated. His favorite way to eat you is him on his knees and you against the wall. It’s so hot to see his dark eyes just barely showing through his messy hair looking up and you kneeding your ass. One time you moved his hair out of his face to get a good look at him and while he was sucking your clit he winked and pushed your pelvis in more making you cry out.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Surprisingly, he loves making love more than rough sex. Now that doesn’t mean if you act bratty he won’t put that ass in place, but he

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

The only quickies y’all have are oral sex or quick bend over this barrel sex. It’s not often but Ace don’t mind em.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

There was a couple times you’ve done it in the hallway of a Mobydick during a party and you both were horny drunk messes that couldn’t wait to get to your room so Ace took you from the back on a wall. Thatch caught you both, but y’all couldn’t see him from how dark it was. He didn’t talk to you both for a week and you both didn’t understand why.

Ace doesn’t think about trying new things. If you tell him about it he’s open minded, as long as it isn’t something he can’t do back to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has fallen asleep inside you. Many times. So after waking him up he is recharged to finish what he started. Sex with Ace usually last about….15-20 minutes and that’s because his ass can knock out at anytime.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No. He always talks about getting one but never gets around to do it and you seem to always forget so if y’all want to use one you can, but it wouldn’t make much difference between how you both have sex.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Okay so you both like to tease each other. You can tease him by sitting on his lap while he drinks and with nobody watching you will grab his hand and guide it making him feel that you in fact are wearing no panties. You witty smile starts to fade when he raises the temperature on his finger tip as they do teasingly draw circles inside you, he smirks while sipping his drink knowing the more you buck your hips in his hand the further away his hand moves. Eventually you or him have a competition on who can break first and you both always end up losing, but it’s worth it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

SUCH PRETTY PRETTY MOANS. Probably the top three prettiest male moaner in the entire OP verse and he ain’t 3. He gets so embarrassed knowing his noises turn you on, but he doesn’t stop because the way you clench down on him when he spills his soft whimpers makes him more riled up.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He can draw really well. Ace calls them doodles but he is super good at realism. He mostly draws you and gives you the drawing very casually at the end of the day. It doesn’t mean anything to him. That was until he found your drawer full of his mini drawings through out the years. Damn near fell in love with you all over again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

About 5-6 and a half all around. It looks way fucking bigger through because he is girthy and hard. It curves slightly and it’s very pretty and even has a few tiny beauty marks on it. He can be a cocky ass hole when he sees you struggle to take him inside you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Once he got with you his libido just sky rocketed more than it was before I’m sorry. He can’t get enough of your whimpers and your body. He will contact his self the best of his ability if you are not a very sexual person, but if you’re down I take it you guys may have sex about 3-4 times a week quickies not included.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he doesn’t pull you into his chest afterwards he wants you to hold him. He loves falling sleep right after sex in your chest, but if you’re just too hot best believe after a nice good cleaning he is knocked like a light

[nerdysleepybunny]

I got this idea while talking with a Husk bot on character.ai LMAO there will be more Hazbin fics coming, I just need to find the motivation to write them ^^

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Fandom(s): Hazbin Hotel

Character(s): Husk

Reader: Gender-neutral (you/your)

TW: Alcohol, crying

Style: Short story

Summary: you’ve been crying at the bar for a while now. When Husk finally decides to ask why, you give him probably the dumbest story he’s ever heard. But he comforts you regardless.

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It was a late night in the Hazbin Hotel. Husk should’ve closed the bar a while ago, as there were no more customers to serve at this hour. But he was forced to stay on the clock due to you. You’ve been sitting in that same stool, sobbing and occasionally sipping on the drink he had given you a while ago. It was honestly just sad seeing you like this. With only your choked sobs and sniffles filling the otherwise quiet room, it was hard to ignore you. Even with all the booze he was drinking.

But you and Husk haven’t talked much. Sure, he’s memorized your favorite drinks, and he’s learned a lot about you just by observing you during Charlie’s bonding activities. But you haven’t exactly talked one on one. So he couldn’t find it in him to just… comfort you. Especially since it’s already been, what? Ten minutes? Husk just sat there and chugged down bottle after bottle, occasionally glancing at you to see if you were calming down. He just hoped that you’d stop crying soon and fuck off so he could finally close the bar.

But when you did begin to calm down, Husk’s attitude was different. Your cries slowly morphed into hiccups as you began to take deep breaths, finally trying to calm yourself. And instead of kicking you out like he would anyone else, he finally spoke up. “What happened, kid?”

You perked up at the sound of Husk’s voice, honestly forgetting that he had even been there. He was so silent while you were crying, you may as well have been in an empty room. But you were too embarrassed to answer Husk’s question. The reason you were crying wasn’t ideal in the slightest, and you’ve seen how Husk was. Especially with Angel Dust. Always so judgmental… surely he’d laugh at you if you told him. “Nothing, it’s stupid.”

Husk rose one of his (comically) large eyebrows at you. He was a bartender, he’s heard it all before. Relationship issues, trauma, losing a loved one. Hell, even Alastor has gotten too drunk and spilled some… very much not needed information to the poor cat demon. How could your issues be any worse? “Kid, if it’s making you cry this hard, it must be a big deal to you.”

And he was right. It was a big deal for you, but for others? It was laughable. But you wanted to tell someone, since nobody else understood. Maybe he’d be the one to sympathize with you. So you took a deep breath, bracing yourself, and drunkenly slurred your troubles to him.

“My friend took my favorite shirt and stretched it out. It doesn’t fit me the same anymore, and I won’t be able to find another one like it.”

Husk just… blinked. And stared. Had he heard you right? So the reason he’s been sitting here listening to you sob for a good ten-fifteen minutes, was because of a goddamn shirt? “…that’s it?”

You could practically hear the disappointment in Husk’s voice, and a sigh left your lips as you buried your face in your arms. You weren’t in the mood to be judged. “Nevermind. Forget it.”

Husk could hear the defeat in your voice, and it was enough to make his ears go flat against his head. He didn’t mean to upset you further. In fact, he didn’t mean it in that way at all. “No, kid-! I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought you’d be crying over something more serious.” Husk had to think fast. You were already upset, and he had no idea how to make you feel better. “Listen… I get it, y’know? It sucks losing things you’re attached to.”

You hadn’t expected that from Husk at all, to the point you questioned if maybe he was faking it. But his words sounded so genuine, making you slowly lift your head from your arms to peek. Your eyes met his yellow ones, and his ears quickly lifted once he realized you were looking, like he didn’t want you to see that he actually cared. But you had seen the movement clear as day, even with the tears in your eyes. It made you smile.

Husk assumed that you were smiling because of his words, so he decided to keep going. “You wanna know something, kid? Back when I was alive, I had this hat. It was the damn best hat I’ve ever owned. Wore it every day. But then I lost it… and I never really got over it.” Seeing the curious glint in your eyes, Husk smiled. Just a little. “Yeah. It still hurts me, y’know? Every time I see a sinner down here with a similar hat, I feel the pain all over again.”

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Bonus: You and Husk surprised each other with a new hat and a new shirt. You became more than just drinking buddies in no time. :)

[libras-idol-hours]

Fluff Alphabet - Madara Mikejima

*casually posts a year and a half later* ma help the snakes (enstars) are in the coop (my brain) again. GN reader.

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Ahh, this is a tough one. Madara would answer that he’s happy doing anything with this partner, which is true - outdoor dates, traditional dinners, local festivals and cozy nights are all wonderful ways to spend time together.  Considering both of them have such busy schedules, Madara is grateful for every opportunity to spend time together. 

Madara’s big favorite is either snuggling in the evenings while watching a movie his partner likes, or his partner wanting to show him a place he’s never seen but they love. He could listen to them talk about their interests all day.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

If his partner has a big creative streak, an exceptional passion for their art or interest, it gets the big man feeling fluttery. He loves seeing the fire in his partner’s eyes as they throw themselves into what they love. Adding onto that, determination and passion is something that moves Madara deeply, doubly so if it's done for the sake of others. He’s so weak for a kind heart. 

Madara finds these things more attractive than just looks; but if he had to choose, eyes and laughter capture his attention. He loves a unique laugh, especially if he made it happen or it’s hard-earned. He adores seeing that humor reflected in his s/o’s eyes, too.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Madara will go one of two ways, depending on what his partner needs. Do you want to be encouraged, to smile again, to laugh? He ups his antics and says something truly outrageous to distract you. He’ll keep going, saying all sorts of nonsense while hugging them tight until their cries turn to hiccupping laughs. 

But sometimes that isn’t what’s needed, and Madara is just as good as taking his partner’s hands and listening. They can squeeze his hands as tight as possible, it won’t hurt. Hell, they can hug him too tight or shout and hit, it makes no difference to him. If Madara could take all of that hurt into himself, he would. Madara takes his partner’s happiness very seriously, and is willing to be their punching bag and/or security blanket for as long as they need.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

It creeps up slowly, these thoughts of domestic living. Madara doesn’t turn away from them or feel embarrassed. He turns the pleasant thoughts over in his head, considering all the hopeful what ifs. He wonders if his partner has the same daydreams. It doesn’t have to be the “ white picket fence with kids and a dog”; that doesn’t suit him, anyway. 

He just wants a future where he and his s/o continue to be together and support each other, and he finds himself thinking of simpler, smaller things first - like, if you two moved in together, would you borrow his clothes? Wouldn’t it be nice to have your shoes next to each other at the door? 

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Madara leans dominant, but that doesn’t mean he’s domineering or forceful. Rather, he has a quiet confidence in his feelings and desires, and has no issues being the one taking the lead in dates, affection and intimacy. If his partner would rather take initiative, by all means! Madara is pleasantly surprised to be on the pampered side for once. He’ll also easily give into his partner’s desires, not wanting to deny them anything - but he will be a tease about it. 

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Yes, Madara will forgive easily, even if he wasn’t in the wrong. He doesn’t want to fight with his partner. In fact, he’s willing to tolerate and “lose” a lot of fights for their sake, but he does have a limit. 

If the fight is over something trivial, Madara will give his s/o some space first. He needs to sort out his own thoughts and words, too, then he checks in to see if they’re willing to talk. He wants to keep it calm and make sure both their feelings are heard and understood. 

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Generally, yes, Madara is deeply grateful for his partner and tells them as much! Really, not a day goes by when he isn’t praising them. However, if his partner is more subdued and closed off in their feelings, or does things to help him secretly, Madara is not as aware. He still adores them, but might quietly wonder if he ever bothers them.

(That’s until a little birdie tells him all these things his s/o did or said for him - then he rushes straight to them to heap tons of affection!!)

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Well .. …. Yes, there are secrets. His reasons for not divulging them range anywhere from it really doesn’t matter to it’s something I have to do on my own. His partner likely isn’t aware of even half of what Madara was and is involved in, and as long as it doesn’t directly affect them, he plans to keep it that way. He can be tempted to confide in them … and maybe someday, in a very roundabout way, he will. 

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

It could easily work out both ways; Madara is so used to doing things for others, he falls naturally into that “fixer” role when his partner is troubled. If they denied him that role, and tried to help him - well, that’d be one hell of a surprise. Around the right partner, Madara would be more relaxed, less stressed, more assured of himself. Those who don’t know him well wouldn’t see a difference, but those who do would pick up on his improved energy.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

First of all, Madara is fully aware of how childish his jealousy is and how quickly it can spring up. He’s good at suppressing it, especially when it’s over something foolish. Yes, his partner is popular and has lots of affectionate friends, and yes, sometimes he feels an itch of jealousy when said male friends are clinging on his s/o. It used to be worse when they weren’t dating, Madara would feel compelled to wedge himself between them with a smile and joke. 

Now that they’re dating, Madara is much more patient (usually) and understands he can’t always be the center of attention. If his s/o ever notices this jealousy in him, Madara’s a bit embarrassed … but then just cheekily asks them for attention.

After dating for a while, his partner might notice that sometimes his jealousy flares up the worst around strangers or business acquaintances. Madara will outright place himself right behind or beside his partner, giving a menacing aura and faux-cheery words. His partner isn’t totally sure why their boyfriend dislikes certain men so strongly, but at least they feel protected.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He certainly is, even without lots of experience before his partner … but now he has them to experiment on practice with! The jerk will figure out veeeery quickly what his partner likes best, how they react to this or that, which spots make them sigh and which makes them startle. Madara is relentless in his offensive kiss attacks, especially if he was already feeling snuggly. No escape! 

His first kiss with his partner was something he'd been wanting to do for a while. That's not to say he planned it, but Madara had certainly thought about it, so when it happened he eagerly cupped their face in his hand and led a slow, sweet kiss. He was actually being pretty serious, too ... up until he teases them for their cute expression.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Madara would wait, even if he was sure his crush liked him back. He wants to tease and goad them until they’re red-faced and sputtering. He can be patient and stubborn about this! He wants to hear them say it! 

There are two exceptions, though - if his crush is someone who is far too shy and nervous, Madara will take the initiative once he’s sure of their feelings.

The second exception is the fact he often finds himself in dangerous situations - before or even after, Madara might seek you out or call you and just confess right there. It sounds desperate, more of a plea for your affection than a confession of his own. Again, he wants to hear the confirmation.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Yes he would, but not because he’s a traditionalist or anything. Madara is perfectly fine with a non-typical wedding or no ceremony at all, he’s just beyond happy and grateful that his partner is in it for the long haul. This is especially true for idols, who have to be so careful about their personal lives. It feels like his partner is “choosing” him over that, which makes him feel very special. 

And yes, the wedding clothes and ceremony and party are all wonderful things, but he’d be just as happy with a dramatic elopement or private ceremony.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Where to begin? He has dozens of names ready, ranging from sickeningly sweet pet names to endless variations on his partner’s name … oh, and he probably was calling them by half of these before the dating started. He doesn’t mind receiving sappy nicknames, and even encourages it. Something like Mā-chan or Mikemin; so overly cutesy, but it delights him anyway.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

To people who don’t know Madara well, it seems like he’s acting his usual self around you. Those closer or more savvy will pick up how he hovers just slightly closer, how he’s more eager to give hugs and praise, how he seems to soak up his crush’s attention and watches very closely if someone else is taking up all their attention. He and his crush will already seem like a couple, and he’s obviously delighted by anyone making that mistake.

For them, he gives a lot of himself. His time, his advice, his affection, his trust. Madara will do it instinctively, not thinking about himself, wanting to focus on his (future) s/o singularly. Maybe there’s a little possessiveness in there, too … A little hope that you’ll depend on him more than others.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Yes. If it wasn’t obvious by how he dotes on them and showers them in affection and praise, Madara loves talking about his partner. He’ll bring them up anytime something reminds him of them, which is a lot. Even before he was dating his s/o, he was very clear about his affections.

There’s could be a problem with PDA, though. Madara would love nothing more than to constantly hold and touch and cling to his partner, but as idols, they need to maintain a certain distance in public. In the private offices of ES - where everyone knows about it anyway - Madara and his partner can be more open (they’re still told to get a room, lol). Madara really resents having to hold himself back for the sake of an “image”, doubly so if it also troubles his partner. That just means he’s extra affectionate and clingy once they’re in private again.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Madara has lots of skills, and many translate well to helping his partner out. First there's his experience in the idol business and less savory things but let's not worry about that, he's excellent at reading their moods, and he's calm and composed under pressure. His language skills are great during travel, he's big and strong and protective ... Okay, There are many benefits to dating Madara Mikejima. How can their partner pick one?

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Mama has the range! He can be anywhere from silly to painfully sentimental to very sensual. It’s half what he’s feeling in the moment, half what flusters his partner best! That’s the best part! But no matter what, he makes his affection and love for his partner clear. It’s obvious in his words, physical affection and things he does for them - not to mention the little dates and time spent together. Madara might not call himself a romantic, but his partner would certainly think it. 

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Oh yes, Madara is willing to go quite far to assist his adorable, beloved partner; especially if they have a great dream in life. It can be simple, considerate support - making them meals, hearing their ideas out, giving feedback - this is especially true if his partner is involved in the idol business, as that's his wheelhouse. Mama will always tell them how much he believes in them and supports them ... and, well, if there's some kind of person obstacle that upsets them or seriously hinders them and he could take care of it ... Madara probably will? He'll seriously consider it, at least.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Sort of both. Madara has an adventurous and daring spirit, so he meshes well with a partner whose similar and will tease and challenge him. But if his partner is more easygoing and predictable, he can adapt well to that … still expect the teasing, though, and he might suggest more than a few things to them. Madara is always considerate of their comfort level, though.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Madara's already excellent at reading others, not to mention information he can dig up. Presumably, he knew his partner well before dating - he kind of has to before he's willing to open himself up to a relationship. Madara was always good at reading their intentions and moods, and now that they're dating, he's even better. One might say he's a little too perceptive ...

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Very important; and perhaps if his s/o knew him very well before they dated, they'd understand this well. Madara has lost much in his life and those who have become this close to him are something precious. He places a great deal of worth on his partner; probably more than what's healthy, honestly. The longer he and his partner are together, the more this worth grows and solidifies in his mind.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He will melt if his partner plays with his hair, or wants to brush and style it. Madara didn't think it was something he liked until they began running their fingers through his hair, then they wanted to mess with it ... and he gladly lets them. His messy hair was originally because he was unsure how to style it (and didn't always have the energy), but it became something of a trademark, so he didn't worry. Madara's hair is nice and soft, and when his partner starts playing with it, he immediately stops whatever he was doing to enjoy the attention.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

I mean, we know who we’re talking about, right?

There is no escape from Mama’s hugs to begin with, but his partner? The hugs and cuddles and pick-ups and princess carries and kisses are doubly inescapable!! You already knew he was going to be an affectionate guy going into this relationship, but wow it's up to eleven. Other idols (or you!) have scolded Madara for being so free with his affection in public, or even amongst friends - he just can't help himself.

... Well, he can, if his partner wasn't crazy about the PDA or the relationship was secret. Madara can control himself, you know. It just means his partner will get pounced the second they're alone. Madara likes receiving all kinds of touches in return, but especially if his partner likes to kiss or play with his hair.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Biiiiiig sighs… just so someone can ask and Madara can go on about how much he adores and misses his s/o. If they're gone for just a few days, he might up his antics just for fun. Cue Kohaku texting them to hurry up and come home already. 

On a more serious note, for long trips Madara is great with communication. He’s familiar with time zone differences, so he will wake up at 3am just to give his s/o a call (and!) encouraging text when they're just finishing work or waking up. It’s rough if his partner is an idol too and also has a schedule full of touring and events; but he understands it can’t be helped and does his best to stay in contact so they don’t feel so lonely. He’s delighted by their own enthusiastic texts and voice notes, and saves them for a time when he’s feeling down.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of? Absolutely. If someone’s captured Madara’s heart, he’ll go to the ends of the earth for them. He’s willing to cross many, many lines for their sake … so let’s uh, hope it doesn’t come to that. When it comes to simpler, easier things than murder/extortion/manipulation, he's wonderful at making his partner feel loved, thinking up fun things for them to do, appreciating and adoring them, and so on. They'll surely notice the things he does for their sake, but trying to tell him to hold back or relax is a bit of a losing battle. Mama loves his s/o too much to not give them his all !

[f10werfae]

Hey beautiful I was wondering how lumberjack Henry would react to shy wife getting drunk? Is she a happy giggling drunk? Or just randomly confident and not shy at all? ❤️

Lumberjack!Henry Dealing with Drunk Shy!Short!Wife

A/n: Loved this idea so much I made it into a spicy sweet drabble

Disclaimer 18+ / Lumberjack!Henry Masterlist

“Hey pretty girl, I missed ya” Henry whispered helping in his drunk wife, who was clearly having a damn good time at her best friend’s hen party; too precious for her own good. “I-I miss m-my hubby n-n my m-marly” She hiccuped hugging onto Henry’s side tightly for balance, his hand subtly running down her back to give her ass a tight squeeze.

“H-hey only m-my husband can do that Mister!”

Y/n scolded wagging her finger in the older man’s face, still not recognising that it was indeed her grumpy lumberjack husband, her Henry. “Oh sorry bunbun, my apologies” He smirked helping her onto their shared bed, which was full of anything pink, from pillows to small fluffy blankets; it was all for her. Henry’s cabin used to be the epitome of dark, if possible any piece of furniture was black, but now with this little light in his life that was changed. His lunches for work had tiny love notes in them, their toothpaste was strawberry flavoured, his couch had pink covers and his bedsheets were no longer black, but a dusty pink.

That wasn’t even all of it.

“Wait! Y-you just called- called me b-bunbun, n’ o-only my husband does t-that” She said squinting her eyes as he took off her heels, massaging her poor feet, before pulling down the stockings she was wearing to protect herself from the Winter cold. “I am your husband sugar, your one n’ only lumberjack” He chuckled hovering over her as she pulled him down on top of her, her hands tracing over his nose bridge as usual, “O-oh baby i-it is you! M-missed you s-so much, need y-you so bad. I-I got a little d-drunk so am sorry, b-but I love youuu” She sang out in a little song, throwing her arms around his neck, his lips raining kisses on her face as she giggled.

“S’okay bun, remember I told ya to enjoy yourself, as long as ya text me to pick ya up, n’ ya did” Henry replied slowly, pulling down the side zipper of her black sweater dress, her head lazily nodding along to his words. “Are ya p-proud of me? M-made sure to keep an e-eye on my drinks n-n’ I didn’t go t-to the toilet a-alone, and AND! I r-replied to y-your hourly t-texts” She hiccuped smiling proudly to herself, her arms coming up so Henry could pull the dress off her, leaving her in her favourite pair and comfortable pair of granny panties; which Henry swiftly took off because of the rule, no panties indoors.

“Mhm so proud of you bun, couldn’t make me happier, did ya enjoy yourself?” Henry smirked placing a kiss right above her pussy making her shudder, before pulling up her sleep shorts, which were actually Henry’s that shrunk in the laundry. Her giggles filling his ears as she tangled her hands in his mop of curls, his hands lifting hers up to put the shirt on, but not without unclipping her bra first. “N-no, don’t wanna shirt, s’too warm” She whined flopping around like a fish, making him sigh and just throw the shirt to the side, not like he was complaining much.

“n’ what if ya get cold baby?” He quirked helping her crawl under the soft crisp covers, his hands coming to push a headband on, keeping her hair away from her gorgeous face. Reaching for the micellar water on the nightstand, he took a few cotton pads and began wiping the light makeup she had put on that night, her mouth jokingly trying to bite onto the cotton.

“Ey, no bitin’ or else no sexy time” Henry smirked instantly watching her stop and straighten her face, but her lips filled into a pout. “I-if I get cold, then I-I have you s-silly” She smiled once he finished, her head bouncing side to side on the pillow, her energy still bouncing off the walls. “Mhm you’re right bun, i’ll keep ya warm, all night” He whispered sliding into his side of the bed, his hand patting his chest invitingly as she wiggled over, her head landing on top of his pec. “Y-you’re so fuzzy n’ warm, I-I kept tellin’ the girls, th-they were sooo j-jealous. Course I told them, y-ya were mine, LOOK AT MY FINGER!” She rambled holding up her left finger, pointing at the golden wedding band sitting snugly, a giddy smile on her face as she felt Henry’s hand rubbing up and down her side.

Henry’s chest swelled with pride at the thought of his precious little wife getting the confidence to tell people she was his, proudly showing off how they claimed each other with the rings on their fingers, the next step of putting a baby in her already cooking in his head. “Gah maybe I should let you get drunk more often sugar, you’re like a little sprout of energy, but I miss my little sugar pie who needs me” He grumbled kissing her cheek wetly, hearing her squeak in delight at the affection. “I-I do need you bear, m-more than ya know, am y-your woman af-after all”

Grinning she leant up and kissed his lips sloppily, the taste of Vodka on her tongue causing Henry to smirk and deepen the kiss, her whimpers and moans being swallowed by him readily. Her fingers trying to direct his hand to her needy clit, but she failed. “W-why not?” She whined against his lips, a string of saliva connecting their mouths, her eyes glistening like stars. “Not right now bunbun, not when ya drunk alright?”

“S-so I have ta wait till mornin’ t-to h-have sexy time?”

“Well the quicker ya sleep the quicker ya wake up my love” He chuckled softly caressing her cheek, her skin soft n’ smooth to touch, the scars from her acne only defining her beauty further. “Hm okay!” She replied closing her eyes tightly pretending to sleep, before yawning and opening her eyes, “Is it morning?”

“Not funny sugar, go ta bed” He growled nipping her nipples gently, pressing a kiss to her jaw, “fine fine i’ll go to bed, mr grumpy” She whispered nuzzling into his chest, and within seconds her small snores vibrated against her husband’s hairy chest; Henry smiling triumphantly.

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SFW Alphabet: Dagur the Deranged

Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Violence Warnings: Dagur is deranged and a Berserker, Reader is a typical Viking

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Dagur is affectionate in a passive way or a protective violent way. He’ll either mindlessly have an arm around you or he’ll be chasing down someone you are particularly annoyed with.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

It would take a lot of work for the idea of friendship to really settle. Dagur can be a lot to handle, but once you’re used to him you consider each other friends pretty quickly.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves to hold you as close as he can, usually with a firm grip around you and pulling you into his chest. As long as you’re there and he can see you when he opens his eyes, he’s happy.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He doesn’t want to settle down in the traditional sense. But living your lives as true Berserkers with you at his side is something he daydreams about. He’s not the best at cooking, but he can manage with a campfire and whatever food is scrounged in a wilderness setting. His cleaning is subpar, but he tries.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would tear his heart out. It would be full of tears and the regret and anger would come later, out of your sight. He would tear the world apart.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

The commitment is the easy part for him, it’s realizing that he’s in love with you that takes time for him. Once he knows what he’s feeling he wants a wedding right away.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s not gentle by nature. His edges are sharp and his demeanor is dominating and loud, but he’s just a bit softer with you. Not soft by any definition, but less sharp than usual.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves any kind of proximity, especially when he can have his arms around you. A true hug happens at least a few times a day and they are warm and solid as if he creates a shield around you without even trying.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He says it to himself quite a lot. The first time he saw you in battle, fighting like a Berserker just a few feet from him, he said it out loud but you didn’t quite hear. He told you again after the battle, holding you close and grinning from ear to ear.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

There are two types of jealousy when it comes to Dagur. The first is explosive and fast. A sword strike that can’t be blocked. The second is slow and calculated. It shows why he’s remained chief.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are loving and a wild contrast to the texture of his lips. He’ll kiss you anywhere and everywhere possible. He drifts into kissing your neck when you hold each other or he’ll find an excuse to kiss your hand as if you’re the chief and not him. But his favorite thing is when you kiss his forehead just before something risky happens. A hunt or a fight, you pressing a kiss just around his hairline makes him sure you’ll win.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

If the children aren’t scared of him and his general derangedness then he’s great with kids. They fit so well with him and he loves seeing them forge their way into little Vikings.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Slow and sleepy. He hardly ever wants to get out of bed unless something dragon related is happening or Hiccup is causing trouble right on the ship’s deck. He just wants to stay in bed with you and give the occasional kiss.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are quiet compared to the day. Dagur still has a lot of energy but it winds down fast once he’s comfortable. He steals blankets.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He talks a lot, especially to you. It only took a few months of friendship before you knew most things about him. Some of the stuff he kept closer to his chest he told you later on in more intimate, personal moments.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

This is a joke, right? Quick to anger and he simmers until he has a reason to focus on something else. With you he is still quick to anger, quick to yell, but he listens and calms much faster when you’re with him.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He knows every detail you’ve given him and he will never forget it, but he doesn’t go out of his way to learn things about you unless it’s something he really wants to know.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Seeing you discipline his Berserker soldiers in his absence for the first time. He was mesmerized, unable to remove his eyes from you for the entire duration. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is well aware that you can protect yourself as a Viking and has no problem when you do so in the average situation, but if you’re staring down a threat together he will put himself in front of you. On the other side, he is awestruck when you protect him. On the occasion that someone catches him off guard and you save him from a debilitating blow, he can’t help but stare.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

As a chief he has many resources at his disposal and he will use every one of them for any given occasion.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Dagur is, in fact, deranged, and that can bring about many problems. One of which is jumping to conclusions. He is very clever and is often right when he makes these kinds of assumptions, but there are times when he’s wrong and paranoia gets the better of him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He is not overly concerned, but if he has reason to believe you don’t like his hair or something he will scramble to change it because he doesn’t mind.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

With as close as you’ve become, he would be empty. There would be a hole in his heart that could only be filled with revenge, hatred, or depression.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He cherishes waking up before you so he can take his time and note every detail of your face.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Cowardice and disloyalty are terrible things to a Berserker and Dagur can not stand them in any one. However, he does know there is a difference between cowardice and a timid nature.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He holds you, tightly or loosely, he just likes to have an arm around you in some way.

[lucienarcheron]

An Unexpected Visit [ Elucien ]

Prompt: Drunk Elucien requested by ‘nonnie. Genre: Fluff Rating: SFW

“Y-You’re very pretty.” Lucien said with a hiccup and Elain blinked rapidly, giving him a confused look.

“Um…thank you but I don’t understand what you’re doing here at this hour, Lucien.” She said softly and tightened her robe around her sleeping gown. It was past midnight and normally Elain would’ve already been asleep. But she had been so engrossed in the book Nesta had recommended that she hadn’t noticed the time.

Until Lucien had showed up.

He hadn’t come to her door — hadn’t knocked to be let in. He had simply winnowed into her room and Elain had bit back a scream at his sudden appearance.

While Lucien was always welcome, she would’ve liked a warning. At a much earlier hour.

Lucien swayed slightly and a flicker of annoyance flashed across his face. “I came, Elain, because I l-like you and wanted to t-talk to you without everyone else sticking their nose into our d-damn conversation.” He slurred and pointed at her. “You are a very hard woman to c-catch alone.”

“So you decide to just come uninvited to my bedroom at one in the morning, drunk?” she asked him with an arched brow.

“The drinking was an a-accident.”

“How so?”

“Well…” he began and then looked at Elain with wide eyes, his expression matching a deer caught in the wild and she resisted the urge to giggle. “See, I wanted to s-speak to you right after dinner but Nesta kept murdering me with her eyes and F-Feyre kept laughing at me so I thought if I had some liquid c-courage, I would feel better about this conversation.”

“And do you feel better about this conversation now?” She asked, amused. She watched him scrunch his nose, his scar becoming more noticeable with the movement and Lucien nodded and then shook his head.

“I think I had t-too much liquid courage.” He mumbled then hiccuped, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, eyes wandering the room. “Can I s-stay? I don’t know how to go back to my room.”

Elain ran a hand down her face. “I don’t really think that’s appropriate.” She said but as she said it, Lucien had already stumbled his way to her bed and sat on the edge of it, still blinking at the sight of her room. His eyes landed on a jacket that was resting on the back of her sitting chair in the corner and Elain flushed.

“You still have my jacket.” He said softly and blinked at her with a small smile. “I always wondered what happened to it.”

“Oh um. Well…” Elain began then slowly made her way next to him, taking a seat at the edge of the bed, leaving enough space between them. “I never did get a chance to give it back to you…I almost don’t want to. It, um, it brings me a sense of comfort.”

She had whispered that last part and curled a loose piece of hair behind her ear before risking a glance in his direction and Lucien was looking at her with delight in his drunken stupor.

“You don’t e-ever have to give it back.” He assured with a nod and smile. “I’m glad you still have it.

“But Elain?” He continued, his voice small.

“Yes?”

“Does this mean you l-like me too? B-Because I’m not sure if you do.” He slurred slowly, a frown forming on his lips and Elain watched as he glanced down at his hands in thought. “See, sometimes I think you d-do because you blush and g-giggle when we talk. And we went on a date, but then…,” he paused and shook his head again, his frown turning into a pout. ”But if you d-don’t, this is really embarrassing and I — I should leave and n-not come back.”

“Where would you go?” Elain asked, amusement in her tone and Lucien blinked slowly, his pout intensifying.

“Feyre said I could s-stay as long as I wanted. So probably to my r-room.”

“That’s not very far.” she said with a chuckle. “I still live here too.”

“But I’ll pretend I don’t see you.” Lucien said and nodded, then used a hand to cover his eyes. “S-See? I’m already doing it.”

Elain laughed softly then shook her head. “Lucien?”

“I-I’m pretending I don’t see you.”

“But you can still hear me?”

“…I can only c-cover one ear, Elain.”

She laughed again then pulled his hand away from his face. “You don’t have to do that, you know. I do like you.”

“You do?”

“Mm. I do. I would just like you a little better if you didn’t winnow into my room unannounced so I don’t end up dying of shock.” she mused.

Lucien looked at her silently for a moment then nodded slowly. Elain opened her mouth to continue but he suddenly stood, swaying slightly, and made his way over to her door then walked out, shutting it quietly behind him.

She blinked.

Then a knock came. Elain’s brows furrowed as she walked to her door and slowly opened it to find Lucien standing there.

“Well, hello.” Elain said, her lips twitching.

“Hello.” he replied then hiccuped. “May I c-come in?”

“At this hour? Empty-handed? Whatever could your intentions be, Lucien?” Elain said with a tilt of her head and a smile.

Lucien pursed his lips then held up a finger and turned around, glancing about the hallway until he found what he was looking for.

Elain’s light laughter filled the hall and she tried to stifle it as Lucien walked over to her, carrying a vase of flowers that had been placed in the hall for decorations.

“F-for you.” he merely said, handing her the vase and another giggle slipped from her lips.

“Interesting choice. Thank you.” she replied, looking at the vase and then back at him. “If I invite you into my bedroom, are you going to behave?”

He nodded with wide eyes. “Of course. I’m not an a-animal.” he replied then scowled. “Despite what Nesta says.”

“Does she hurt your feelings when she talks to you like that?” Elain teased as he stepped into her room and she closed the door.

“She’s mean.”

Elain chuckled at his childish tone and then placed the way too big vase on her vanity. Turning, she found him back at his spot at the edge of her bed, but instead of sitting, he was laying down. She bit back a smile.

“Sleepy?”

“A l-little.”

“You said you wanted to talk. What did you want to talk about, Lucien?” she asked, sitting down next to him except this time, she was closer.

Lucien turned his head, his eyes flickering to hers before turning back to stare at the ceiling. “I wanted to ask you on another d-date.” he mumbled then turned his head again to face her. “Do you w-want to go on a date with me?”

Elain smiled. “This is what you wanted to talk about without everyone around?”

He snorted. “Well yeah.” he sat back up, swaying slightly again. “Because this way, no one will know and we can keep the details p-private. Is that okay?”

“A private date?”

“N-no. Privately planned date. So no one c-can crash it. Like our last date.” he replied, nodding seriously and she chuckled.

“And where do you want to go on this privately planned date?”

“I w-want to take you to a garden show.” he hiccuped and Elain perked up. “It s-showcases all the different kinds of flowers across Prythian.”

“Here, in Velaris?” she asked breathlessly and Lucien nodded.

“Apparently it’s having its first show tomorrow afternoon. I heard that they’ve been putting it together for quite some time now using m-magical rocks to keep all the plants alive.” Lucien said and gave her a small smile. “I t-think it would be a nice place for a date.”

Elain smiled widely, her cheeks flushing in delight. “I think it would a perfect place for a date.”

Lucien’s smile matched hers. “Then it’s a d-date. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.” Elain repeated then she paused. “But can I ask you to do something for me?”

“Anything.” he immediately replied, sitting up straighter. She gave him a small smile and then stood, making her way over to his jacket that hung on her chair.

“It’s been washed since then so it doesn’t really smell like you anymore…” she began, running a hand down the sleeve and then holding it out to him. “Would you wear it tomorrow? I’d like to associate it with better memories.”

His eyes flickered from the jacket to her face and Lucien nodded, his lips turning up at the corners. “O-Of course. I can do that for you.” he replied, reaching to take it from her but Elain stepped back, holding the jacket to her chest.

“But just so we’re clear, you have to give it back after the date.” she insisted, the flush on her cheeks deepening. “I —I want to keep it.”

Lucien’s lips twitched but he chuckled. “You have my word, the jacket is all yours afterward.”

“Then it’s a date.” Elain announced with a smile.

“It’s a date.” Lucien agreed with a smile of his own then hiccuped and flopped back down on her bed. “But can I s-stay? I really don’t remember the way back to my room.”

Elain rolled her eyes and tossed him the jacket. “Aren’t you skipping a few steps, Lucien? It’s usually after a few dates one invites himself into his date’s bedroom.”

He grinned at her. “My i-intentions are pure, mate.” he replied. “The most I’ll probably d-do is vomit.”

She crinkled her nose. “That’s quite the romantic gesture.”

“Anything for you.” he said with another hiccup, reaching out to poke her nose but ending up poking her cheek instead. “Please?”

Elain scanned his earnest expression, her heart thumping at his question. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? She liked having him here, close.

“You stay over the covers, I’ll sleep under them.” she finally said quietly and Lucien smiled and then nodded.

“Okay.”

“You’ll keep your hands to yourself?” she questioned with a warning in her tone, even though she already knew he would. Lucien gave her another serious nod and put a hand over his heart.

“P-Promise.”

Elain nodded then and the two moved. She gestured for him to take the side she normally didn’t sleep on and Lucien slid his shoes off eagerly, folded his jacket on the nightstand next to the bed, and then lay down comfortably on top of her sheets. Elain watched him, amusement coloring her face before chuckling quietly and then slipping under the sheets.

She had debated for a long moment on whether to take her robe off then waited to make sure he wasn’t looking at her before slipping it off. Elain turned on her side, facing him as he faced the ceiling with a sleepy smile on his face.

“You won’t get cold?” she asked suddenly and hesitantly reached a hand out as Lucien shook his head.

“Nope.” he replied and turned to face her, his eyes landing on her hand between them. “B-but if you get cold, I’ll be here for you.”

Elain smiled. “I thought you promised to keep your hands to yourself?”

“I don’t have to t-touch you to get you warm, Elain.” he replied quietly and met her gaze. Elain felt the bed heat beneath her and her brows went up in surprise. She laughed.

“Already showing me your moves in bed, Lucien?” she asked, flushing at her own bold question. He always did seem to bring out a different side to her.

Lucien grinned. “I figured a p-preview wouldn’t hurt.”

“Hopefully you won’t vomit and ruin it.” Elain said with a serious nod and he laughed.

“No p-promises there but I’ll make sure to face the other way.”

“So considerate, you are.”

“Now shush, Elain. We need to sleep so we’re awake for our date.” he mumbled. “T-try not to take advantage of me in my sleep.”

She rolled her eyes with a smile. “Oh, how will I survive the night then?”

“Tomorrow.” he slurred, bringing a hand to pat her hand that was still settled between them. “T-touch me all you want then.”

Elain chuckled and turned her palm up to settle it against his own. “Tomorrow then.”

[rleonard9]

riley is so so scared to tell her dad about frank she cried like 24/7 the day he found out (she ran away after he did) and frank just has to hold her practically the entire day

“baby.” he coos, she is just sobbing in his neck “it’s ok my girl, he’s not upset with you.”

“b-but y-you d-dont k-know t-that, h-his e-eyes d-did n-not look h-happy.” riley hiccups, he rubs her back

“he’s not mad.”

“h-he l-looked l-like it f-frank.” she sniffs

“everything is gonna be ok, just breath for me ok.” she follows his breathing “that’s my girl.” and she just starts crying again. he feels so bad

“d-don’t like h-him mad at me.”

“he’s not, he just has to get used to it but he’s not mad ever, you are his little girl and it’s new for him ok.”

[themultifandomgal]

Antonio- Babies Birth Alphabet

A= Aftercare After Birth (How they act after you finish giving birth?):

Antonio was amazing during labour. He held my hand the whole time and kept telling me how proud he was of me and placing kisses on my forehead constantly.

After giving birth Antonio would make sure that both me and the baby are ok. When our baby was taken away to be checked over, Antonio's attention was on me making sure I had drank water and that I was feeling ok.

B= Baby (Who is the baby more like? The baby's personality?):

When the baby was born Antonio swears that they look exactly like Diego when he was born. So safe to say the baby looks most like Antonio.

C= Care Taking (Who takes care of the baby more? Do you have someone else take care of the child?):

Due to how much Antonio works, taking care of the baby is mostly left to me and also the fact that I'm breast feeding means that I have to be the one to do the feeding unless I've managed to pump in the day. Antonio will take over as soon as he can. On Antonio's days off I'm made to relax all day while he does the cleaning and taking care of the baby.

D= Delivery (How they act when you are in labor, do they stay in the room or outside the room?):

He's been here before, so he's pretty calm keeping me as calm as possible. Antonio stays by my side the whole time, except when he goes to get food or a drink for us both.

E= Emergencies (How do they act when something happens to the baby? If something happens during labor how do they react?):

The only time Antonio starts to worry is when Nat tells me baby is the wrong way round. She turned the baby by putting pressure on my stomach which was super painful. Antonio hated seeing me in pain like that and wanted to make sure that both me and the baby would be ok. After being reassured Antonio calmed once again.

F= Friends/Family (Who visits you in the hospital?):

The first person to arrive was obviously my brother Will as he was working. Next up Jay and Gabby came to visit with Eva and Diego who were both very excited to hold the baby. After family came to visit CFD CPD and others from Med all came to see me, Antonio and the baby. Antonio's mum came to visit and immediately feel in love. She's been over a few times while I was in my third trimester helping us get ready. She will also be staying over for a few days to help out while I recover. Antonio's father still doesn't want to know.

G= Gender(s) (What do you have?):

We have a baby boy that we named Lucas.

H= Hair Color (What hair color does the baby inherit):

Lucas was born with dark hair like Antonio.

I= Illness (How do they react when the baby gets sick for the first time? How about when the baby is ill for a while?):

Lucas was born healthy, would often get the hiccups, especially after feeding. Antonio was very relaxed about this, I however was stressed that there was something wrong, even going as far as to ring Nat to ask if this was normal.

J= Job (When do you go back to work?):

I decide to take as long as I can. 3 months paid and then I take 6 months unpaid. I don't want Lucas to go to nursery just yet so we both decide to hire a nanny while we're at work. As I finish work usually before Antonio our nanny is dismissed as soon as I get home.

K= Kisses (Do they kiss the baby?):

Yes of course, even in front of his coworkers. The tough guy act is thrown out of the window when it comes to his kids.

L= Love (Do they fall in love with the baby right away? What do they love the most about the baby?):

Antonio fell in love from the first ultrasound. Antonio loves Lucas' smile.

M= Movement (How do they react to baby first crawling and walking?):

Lucas was a late developer. He didn't start crawling until he was 11 months old, a week before his first birthday in fact. Of course this worried us because Antonio said his other kids started crawling at 6/7 months. When he did start crawling we were so excited, then almost immediately he starting pulling himself up

And walking.

N= New People (Taking baby to meet the rest of their/your work colleagues.):

Intelligence met Lucas before my coworkers and they immediately all fell in love with him. They saw him while I was still on hospital, Lucas only being an hour old. They're a family and they have extended that to Lucas and I.

When I took Lucas to meet my coworkers, he was a couple of months old. I also got to show him to my old class.

O= On Time (Are they there by time you go into labor? Do they arrive before or after the baby is born? How do they feel if they are late? Is the baby on time?):

I had gone into labour early. I was with Eva and Diego, making us all some lunch when it started. Eva rang Antonio but had no answer while Diego rang 911.

I arrive at Med with the kids after an ambo picked us up. Will rings Antonio until he manages to get ahold of him. Antonio is there as soon as he can and doesn't leave my side until the baby is born.

Lucas was born early on the 2nd of September.

P= Pain (How do they react to seeing you in pain due to the contractions? How do they handle seeing you in pain during labor?):

Antonio didn't like seeing me in pain but he knows what having a baby entails, so he just keeps reassuring me telling me it will all be worth it in the end.

Q= Questions (Do they ask the midwife a lot of questions? Do they keep asking if they are doing something right when they are doing something with the baby?):

No, he is super calm and when the baby is born he's muscle memory kicks in.

R= Resting (Do they get a lot of rest when the baby is born? Do they stay awake at night worrying about the baby?):

Lucas is a good baby. He sleeps when he needs to only waking up for a feed and nappy change giving both Antonio and I chance to sleep.

S= Singing to the Baby (Do they sing to the baby, or do they listen to you sing to the baby? What is their favorite song to sing to the baby?):

Antonio will hum to the baby, but only when he thinks I'm not listening.

T= Talking to the Baby (Do they use baby talk?):

We both find we do talk differently to the baby, just more softly and quietly.

U= Underneath the Man/Woman's Heart (How do they truly feel about having a child? Do they feel as though they are ready for a baby?):

Although it wasn't planned for that year Antonio was excited to have a baby. I was the one who didn't feel ready and Antonio would have to keep reassuring me that we will be ok.

V= Vision as in Supervision (Do they keep a close eye on the baby? Do they have someone watching the baby at all times?):

Yes. Antonio is very protective, only letting certain people watch him. Especially after Diego being kidnapped, Antonio because even more protective wanting to make sure that any tough case didn't come home with him.

W= When the Baby is Born (What day is the baby born. Are they off work? At work?):

Lucas was born on the 2nd September at 11:31 am after being in labour for nearly 24 hours. Antonio was at work when he found out. Voight allowed Antonio 3 weeks paid leave, but Antonio couldn't sit still so ended up doing paperwork for those 3 weeks.

X= X-mas (What's their first Christmas like?):

We had Eva and Diego this this. I felt like I true family especially when Antonio proposed to me!

Y= Yawning (How tired do they get when dealing with the baby? Their reaction to the baby yawning?):

Antonio will yawn every time Lucas does. Thankfully because Lucas is such an easy baby we get plenty of sleep so neither of us are that tired.

Z= ZZZ (How much sleep after the baby is born?):

Plenty. We are able to mostly sleep through the night and if we are tired the following day we can take a nap while Lucas is asleep.

[madman479r]

Hiccelsa NSFW Alphabet

A=Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Both enjoy a good cuddle, talking and may play with the other's sex if they plan on a round 2, Elsa giving him slow strokes while Hiccup rubs her clit. But they each love just being beside one another.

B=Body part (favourite body part of their's or their lover)

Hiccup loves Elsa's legs, just how smooth they are and how long they seemingly go on for, that's why Elsa makes her dresses with leg slits that reach either her hips or mid thigh because she knows they drive Hiccup mad.

Elsa has a hard time picking between Hiccup's chest or hands. Chest because she loves how despite his lanky frame he has a well built chest that also has her name tattooed on it. Also the odd scar here and there tell her how much of a man Hiccup became.

His hands are another part because she loves the feel of his rough, callous hands running against her smooth flesh, sending tingles up her spine. The hands of a viking blacksmith caressing a fair princess. Two worlds that should never meet joining together.

C=Cum (Anything to do with it)

Elsa has lived a life of pristine perfection. Even during her days of isolation, she's always had to look her best and look the role of a princess soon to be queen. So she loves being covered in Hiccup's cum. The thrill of doing something so un-princess-like and self degradation. Besides, with her ice magic it's an easy clean up.

Hiccup ironically is the more clean freak. Having his face be covered in slobber by Toothless countless times, he isn't too keen on leaving Elsa's pussy juices on his face. Quick to clean himself of it.

D=Dirty secret

Elsa likes the idea of Hiccup fucking her like a whore. She's a Queen in the streets, a whore in the sheets.

Before they got together, Hiccup has sketched Elsa and jeked off to said sketches.

E=Experience.

Neither had been in a relationship and when it came to sex, both were clearly inexperienced.

Elsa, despite having more control and confidence with her powers, was worried of losing control during a bout of passion and freezing Hiccup.

Hiccup was just afraid of not meeting Elsa's expectations and leaving her unsatisfied.

Though their first time together put away these feelings, leaving Hiccup unfrozen and Elsa very satisfied.

F=Favourite position.

Elsa loves positions where she surrenders control. Be it mating press (Where an act of love is replaced by wild lust), bent over (Taken like some common whore in a back ally), carry fucked (Imagining her body being showed off to a crowd, her shame for all to witness and loving every minute of it).

Hiccup loves both cowgirl and missionary. Cowgirl because he can watch Elsa riding him, her breasts bouncing with each motion and his hands on her hips and missionary because of the way Elsa's hair is strewn about, looking like an angel as she looks him the eye, gaze full of love and lust as she pants.

G=Goofy (How serious are they)

Both being in positions of authority and needing to be serious, Hiccup and Elsa like to goof around a bit, wanting to make the other laugh and loosen up, but when it comes to making love (not just fucking) they become tender and serious.

H=Hair (How well groomed are they.)

Elsa likes to keep her crotch smooth and bare, even before getting with Hiccup.

Hiccup keeps his trimmed but not completely bare all the time, only shaving when he grows too much hair. He hates hair in his mouth so why would he want the same for Elsa? 😏

Elsa also like to change her regular hair style. Sometimes she lets it down which Hiccup thinks makes her look angelic. In her French braid Hiccup likes to pull it and knows Elsa loves it

I=Intimacy (Romantic aspect)

Hiccup and Elsa know what it's like to be lonely and feel unloved so they each make sure the other knows how much they love them. There's a difference between fucking and making love and both know it.

J=Jack off (Masturbation tendencies)

Elsa didn't explore her body much during her teenage years, still having to endure her uncontrollable bouts of magic and fearing what may happen but Hiccup awoke something in her. Whenever Hiccup is gone for long periods of time, Elsa tries to satisfy her urges but always feels unsatisfied, Hiccup ruined masturbation for her.

As stated before, Hiccup has pleasured himself to his sketches of Elsa but not often seeing as he also has responsibilities. Besides, he's grown use to Elsa's soft flesh and velvety depths, his rough hands aren't a good substitute.

K=Kink (What they're into)

Elsa likes the idea of Exhibitionism or semi Exhibitionism, things like hidden sex or being touched intimatly in public. Feeling Hiccup molest her ass or tits, Hiccup dragging her into a back ally to have sex or getting fucked on the high balcony of her bed chamers, imagining her people looking up and watching her be taken. One of her role play fantasies is Hiccup acting like an invading Viking Chief who takes Elsa as his personal whore and fucks her in front of her subjects as a show of dominance.

Hiccup has a thing for lips and lipstick. Lipstick wasn't a thing on Berk or for Vikings in general, so upon seeing Elsa's crimson coloured lips for the first time, he was sold. He loves the feeling of Elsa kissing his body and leaving various lipstick marks, even on his face though he had forgotten to wipe them off a number of times. He also likes it when Elsa edges him, bringing to near orgasm just to tease him.

L=Location (Where they prefer to do it)

When being romantic and making love, the bedroom.

When fucking, anywhere is game. Elsa has spent enough of her life in her room.

The hallway? Oh you mean the 'The bedroom is too far away and I need you now' spot.

The forge? Oh you mean the 'Hiccup is overworking himself, time to help him relax' spot.

The cove? Oh you mean the 'I wanna fuck under the stars' spot.

The stables? Oh you mean the 'Right from the saucy romance novel' spot.

The back ally? Oh you mean the 'Elsa's kink spot' spot.

M=Motivation (What gets them fired up?)

Elsa seeing Hiccup shirtless. You bet watching Hiccup work in the forge, watching sweat run down his chest and back and watching him pound that metal gets her more heated than the actual forge and wanting to be in the metal's place.

For Hiccup it's two things. One is feeling Elsa kiss his sweet spots like his ears or neck. The other is when Elsa modifies her dresses to show some more skin, be more scanty like or a tad bit transparent, letting Hiccup see the dark spots on her breasts that are her areola and nipples.

N=No (Turn offs, something they won't do.)

Both hate bandage. Hiccup has been tied and chained up his fair share already during his days of fighting the Outcasts, berserkers, hunters and such. Elsa also hates bondage because of the fact that there were specially made cuffs for her made by her parents should her powers become to much of a threat.

During flying. Elsa is strictly a ground only type person and Hiccup has too much respect for Toothless or any other dragon to fuck Elsa while on top of them.

O=Oral (Preference in giving/receiving, skill)

Both like giving and receiving. Watching their lover wither in pleasure with just their mouth and tongue. Elsa likes to take advantage of Hiccup's lip and lipstick kink by kissing his cock and balls, lathering them in lipstick marks. Elsa also likes having Hiccup finish on her face, the bigger, the better.

P=Pace (Are they fast and rough or slow and sensual? How many rounds?)

When love making? Slow and sensual.

When fucking? Rough and fast.

Hiccup tends to have more endurance seeing how he grew up compared to Elsa's sheltered and simple life. There first time together led to three rounds that night.

Q=Quickie (Opinions on quickies and how often)

Neither are opposed to it. They both have stressful jobs and the bedroom is so far away so whats wrong with helping each other get rid of that stress?

R=Risk (Do they like to spice it up?)

When they first started the sexual part of their relationship, Elsa didn't even think about taking things out the bedroom but later on got more bold and convinced/encouraged Hiccup to do more public things.

This happened because Anna had accidentally walked in on them once and once she left (albeit a blushing, stuttering mess) Hiccup looked at Elsa's blushing and trembling form as she hugged her body to his, her face buried in his neck and realised she had cum from being walked in on.

Elsa is the one who tends to initiate these moments, though Hiccup, adrenaline junkie he is, doesn't mind it.

S=Stamina (How long they can last)

Outside of quickies, Hiccup can last a long time and keep going, having gained the stamina over his years of adventures and training. He can leave Elsa a bumbling, drooling mess when he really puts the effort in. (One night Elsa asked for Hiccup to use her, not make love, not fuck her, to use her and at the end all three of her holes were filled.)

T=Toys (what they have/use)

Considering this is in the past before vibrators or such existed, they dont really use toys. Maybe Elsa will make an ice dildo but out of that nothing.

U=Unfair (How much do they tease or like being teased)

Elsa has a body that Hiccup loves and knows it~. She'll ravage his mouth with her own, run her hands under his armour and shirt and grind against him, just to pull away, leaving him with an angry erection to deal with. Knowing that once he gets his hands on her she'll feel amazing and sore in the morning. The more she teases him, the better.

Hiccup likes groping Elsa in public, making her all hot and bothered, with her pussy gushing by the end of the day.

V=Volume (How loud are they)

It's a good thing Elsa's room is the highest tower because she isn't one to keep quiet. She's quiet during more risky sex but other than that she lets others know how good she's feeling. Toothless has gone to Anna's room on several dozen occasions because of this.

W=Wildcard (Random Headcanon)

A secret Elsa will take to her grave. Nothing nefarious or morally wrong, more out of embarrassment but during the first time Hiccup was away from months after they had sex, Elsa tried to burn off some energy by creating ice sculptures. Only Hiccup was on her mind and she made a inanimate ice sculpture of Hiccup... with an erection. But Elsa wasn't that desperate so she got rid of the ice construct... after staring at it for a solid minute

X=X-ray (A look under the clothes)

Elsa doesn't wear underwear. Under her magically made clothes she's completely nude. Before she made her own outfits and dresses, the ones she wore were always tight and stuffy.

Her body is nice and slim with a hourglass chest and ass. C'mon she got that Disney build.

Hiccup has been on many dangerous adventures and has the scars to prove it. Scars from swords, talons, fire and lightning.

While Hiccup is far from the hulking, hairy mass of fat and muscle, he isn't the same twig from when he was a teen. More of a swimmer physique, his time as a dragon rider, running, forge work and sword fighting has shown.

Y=Yearning (how needy are they)

Before they met and had their first time together, Elsa never explore herself sexually, having been more focused on trying to control her magic. But after that night together she couldn't get enough.

Same for Hiccup, she was the complete opposite of what Berk was. She was soft, kind, fair, beautiful. She was like a drink of the Gods and Hiccup wanted every sip he could get.

When they're apart they can't wait to get back to one another and feel each other, spending the night showing how much they missed the other.

Z=Zzz (do they sleep after)

After some bedroom shenanigans, the pair like to doze off together, Elsa being wrapped up in Hiccup's arms and hearing his heartbeat which puts her to sleep and Hiccup likes playing with Elsa's hair, sniffing the pleasant aroma before drifting off to sleep.

[strywoven]

@hoshizorax has requested a story : ❝ i love you. ❞ for kaen

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

I LOVE YOU ⸺ Words fall between , spilling out as easily , as simply as if the confession had been so very o b v i o u s since the beginning.  Verily , it might have been , yet it makes the sentiment no less difficult to conceive of , to process.  Poor doe is altogether s t r u c k and d u m b , their chore of organizing the bookshelf quite actually falling from their hands as palms press to their mouth to quiet the little g a s p of surprise that leaves them.  Ears perked upright fall sideways , furry extensions FLUFFED & FRAZZLED from hearing such a thing.  Own heart all but STOPS , ceases in course , to make room for the sudden flush of w a r m t h seeping , taking root throughout their body , putting a gentle shimmer to their complexion , cinders crackling within wild mane and clawed fingers tip-tapping together where they’re tucked against their breast as eyes dart away in nervous habit.  They can hardly b r e a t h e , let alone t h i n k or make s e n s e of what’s just been told to them.  So , all Kaen can muster the strength for is to stupidly ask , ❝ … Wh- wha’ did ye say ?  Jus’ now ? ❞  Not whether she m e a n s it , just to be sure they heard it AT ALL .

And sure enough , Lily is gracious enough to repeat it , those THREE SIMPLE WORDS that send the godling’s world off on a new axis , spinning wildly and wonderfully off-kilter.  The second pause is briefer , broken at last when Kaen’s features break into a toothy grin , all agleam and aglow , radiating such tangible JOY that Lily could very well reach out and f e e l it , take hold of it.  Kaen hiccups once , then the tears brim over , little crystals tilling down their cheeks and p l i n k i n g down against the floor in glittering gems.  ❝ F- fuck — !  Ah’m … Ah’m sorreh , Ah jus’ … ❞  Kaen swipes at their face , caught between a half-sob / half-laugh , sniffling and blubbering on , ❝ … Gods alive , Lily , ye- ye cannae jus’ drop tha’ on someone !  Ah- Ah dunno ‘ow ta’ react ! ❞  It’s a half-hearted reprimand , ❝ B- but Ah … Ah LOVE YE , TOO .  S- so much.  More’n anyt’in’.  Y’re m’ole werld , m’other ‘alf , an’- an’ Ah dunno wha’ Ah’d do wi’out ye. ❞

Gathering themself together , Kaen takes a breath and nods at her. ❝ We should celebrate , ❞ They propose , sapphire hues sparkling , ❝ Like , go somewhere 'r ... Ah dunno ... Make a big dinner ! Y'know , somet'in' special. If - um - If ye wanna. ❞

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hmmm, I wanna play a game with y'all. :) I'll ask some questions about my writing, and whoever sends an ask with the correct answer first can request a writing snippet! :) Send your writing request with your answer! And answer whichever question you like, you don't have to answer all of them.

Here we go!

1. Which blorbo advised that hopping on one foot could cure hiccups?

A. Healthcare Legend B. Wind C. Abel D. Fierce Deity

2. Which OC Link owns a business?

A. Power Link B. Mystery Link C. Lurelin Link D. Gerudo Link E. Shadow Link

3. Which blorbo threatened to murder their loved ones?

A. Abel B. Sky C. Shadow Link D. Time

4. Which blorbo accidentally tried to kill their loved one?

A. Gerudo Link B. Rusl C. BotW Link D. Malon

5. Mystery Link's Doggo is named...

A. Dog B. The Chonk C. Friend D. Baby

6. How old was Power Link when the Imprisoning War broke out?

A. 15 B. 17 C. 13 D. 20

7. Which blorbo said this: "We need adultier adults."

A. Twilight B. Tilieth C. Hemisi D. Warriors

8. Lastly, which blorbo do I torture so much that I literally have a tag for it titled "poor ____"?

A. Rusl B. Power Link C. Sky D. Abel

[identity-library]

Disability (Films)

A:

A Christmas Prince (2017)

Emily Charlton (Spina Bifida, Wheelchair User)

All Together Now (2020)

Chad (Wheelchair User)

Ricky (Autistic)

A Quiet Place (2018)

Regan Abbott (Deaf)

Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001)

Kashekim Nedakh (Blind)

Avengers: Civil War (2016)

James "Rhodey" Rhodes (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

B:

Big Hero 6 (2014)

The Ringleader (Partially Blind)

Brave (2012)

King Fergus (Amputee)

C:

Cha Cha Real Smooth (2022)

Lola (Autistic)

Children of a Lesser God (1986)

Sarah Norman (Deaf)

Christmas Ever After (2020)

Izzi Simmons (Wheelchair User)

CODA (2021)

Frank Rossi (Deaf)

Jackie Rossi (Deaf)

Leo Rossi (Deaf)

Cyrano (2021)

Cyrano de Bergerac (Dwarfism)

D:

Dumbo (2019)

Holt Farrier (Amputee)

E:

Eastrail 177 (Trilogy)

Elijah Price/Dr. Glass (Osteogenesis Imperfecta, Cane/Wheelchair User)

Elio (2025)

Elio Solis (Partially Blind)

Eternals (2021)

Makkari (Deaf)

F:

Feel the Beat (2020)

Zuzu (Deaf)

Finding Dory (2016)

Destiny (Low Vision)

Dory (Short-Term Memory Loss)

Sheldon (Allergies)

Finding Nemo (2003)

Dory (Short-Term Memory Loss)

Nemo (Underdeveloped Fin)

Sheldon (Allergies)

Forgive Us Our Trespasses (2022)

Paul (Limb Difference)

Forrest Gump (1994)

Daniel Taylor (Amputee)

Forrest Gump (Unspecified Intellectual Disability)

Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994)

David (Deaf)

Fullmetal Alchemist (2017)

Edward Elric (Amputee)

G:

H:

Home on the Range (2004)

Lucky Jack (Amputee)

How to Train Your Dragon (Franchise)

Gobber the Belch (Amputee)

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock ||| (Amputee)

Toothless (Amputee)

I:

Inside I'm Dancing (2004)

Michael Connolly (Cerebral Palsy, Wheelchair User)

Rory O'Shea (Muscular Dystrophy, Wheelchair User)

Inspector Gadget (Franchise)

Sanford "Dr. Claw" Scolex (Amputee)

J:

James and the Giant Peach (1996)

Earthworm (Blind)

Glowworm (Partially Deaf)

K:

Keep the Change (2017)

David Cohen (Autistic)

Sarah Silverstein (Autistic)

L:

Lemonade Mouth (2011)

Alex (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Love & Other Drugs (2010)

Maggie Murdock (Parkinson's Disease)

Luca (2021)

Massimo Marcovaldo (One Arm)

M:

Margarita with a Straw (2014)

Laila Kapoor (Cerebral Palsy, Wheelchair User)

Marvel (Franchise)

James "Bucky" Barnes (Amputee)

Nebula (Amputee)

Nick Fury (Partially Blind)

Odin Borson (Partially Blind)

Phil Coulson (Amputee)

Stephen Strange (Nerve Damage)

Thor (Amputee, Partially Blind)

Maya and the Three (2021)

Zatz (Partially Blind)

Muppet Treasure Island (1996)

Blind Pew (Blind)

Long John Silver (Amputee)

N:

Newsies (1992)

Crutchy (Limited Mobility, Crutch User)

Nimona (2023)

Ballister Boldheart (Amputee, Prosthetic User)

O:

P:

Peter Pan (1953)

Captain Hook (Amputee)

Pinocchio (1940)

Gideon (Mute)

Pinocchio (2022)

Fabiana (Limp)

Pirates of the Caribbean (Franchise)

Mistress Ching (Blind)

Q:

Quest for Camelot (1998)

Garrett (Blind)

R:

Resident Evil (Franchise)

Charles Ashford (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Rogue One (2016)

Chirrut Îmwe (Blind)

Run (2020)

Chloe Sherman (Asthma, Diabetes, Heart Condition, Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

S:

Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings (2021)

Razor Fist (Amputee)

Sharp Stick (2022)

Zach (Down Syndrome)

Shazam! (2019)

Frederick "Freddy" Freeman (Limited Mobility)

Ship of Fools (1965)

Carl Glocken (Dwarfism)

Sound of Metal (2019)

Joe (Deafened)

Ruben Stone (Hard of Hearing)

Spies in Disguise (2019)

Killian (Amputee)

Star Wars (Franchise)

Darth Maul (Multi-Limb Amputee)

Luke Skywalker (Amputee)

Strange World (2022)

Legend (Amputee)

T:

The Best Years of Our Lives (1946)

Homer Parish (Multi-Limb Amputee)

The Evil Dead (1981)

Ashley "Ash" Williams (Amputee)

The Fundamentals of Caring (2016)

Trevor (Muscular Dystrophy)

The Great Mouse Detective (1986)

Fidget the Bat (Amputee)

The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996)

Quasimodo (Hunchback)

The Lone Ranger (2013)

Red Harrington (Amputee)

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

Dr. Finkelstein (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

The Peanut Butter Falcon (2019)

Zak (Down Syndrome)

The Princess and the Frog (2009)

Mama Odie (Blind)

The Secret of the Jade Medallion (2013)

Cornelia (Amputee)

The Three Musketeers (1993)

Captain Rochefort (Partially Blind)

The Village (2004)

Ivy Walker (Blind)

Noah Percy (Unspecified Developmental Disability)

Tinkerbell (Franchise)

Lord Milori (Amputee, Limited Mobility)

Rani (Amputee, Limited Mobility)

Treasure Island (1950)

Long John Silver (Amputee, Crutch User)

Treasure Planet (2002)

John Silver (Multi-Limb Amputee)

U:

V:

W:

Wish (2023)

Dahlia (Unspecified Disability, Crutch User)

Wonder (2017)

Auggie Pullman (Facial Difference)

X:

Y:

Z:

#:

101 Dalmatians (1996)

Mr. Skinner (Mute)

[paintedgxld]

a v e r y . e v a n s

[ anya taylor-joy, cis-female, she/her] — whoa! avery evans just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for three years, working as a interior designer / architect. that can’t be easy, especially at only thirty years old. some people say they can be a little bit stoic and self-indulgent, but i know them to be ambitious and candid. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to manhattan.

a e s t h e t i c s .

gold fixtures against porcelain, warm lighting at night, sleeping with the tv on, wine glass rings on the countertop, glitter on little black dresses, writing to do lists and checking them off, waking up from an afternoon nap, the sound of high heels on pavement, taking a bath in just candlelight, working until midnight, singing loudly on an empty street at night, the smell of freshly brewed coffee, the sun on your face, cigarettes on a balcony

b a s i c s .

name: avery charlotte evans

nickname(s): aves

dob: april 8th

birthplace: manhattan

zodiac: aries

sexuality: homosexual

strengths: efficient, energetic, strategic

weaknesses: stubborn, intolerant, unforgiving

personality type: entj-a - commander

parents: katherine eleanor and noah evans ( divorced )

siblings: an older brother & younger half-sister ( open )

pets: two kitties named salt & pepper

n o t e s .

tw: cheating, divorce, addiction,

a v e r y was a lively and charismatic child. always at her father's hip. to this day, he is her biggest hero. not only is he the reason she became an architect and designer, but without him, she may not have even made it to eighteen.

w h e n avery was eight years old, however, her mother had an affair resulting in pregnancy. this caused her parents to divorce and she was forced to move to long island with her mother and brother. they lived with their grandparents for the many long years that followed.

a v e r y didn't accept her mother's choices and entered a period of rebellion. as she entered her teenage years, she began to actively put herself in as many dangerous situations as she could. not limited to; stealing and selling prescription drugs, stealing valuables from friends, strangers, and businesses, running away for long periods of time, drinking, and doing drugs - all of which acquired many run in's with local law enforcement. her mother eventually stopped answering the phone calls, leaving avery to fend for herself.

a f t e r alienating all of her friends, avery was successful in pushing away her brother as well. it was him that made the call to their father and tell him to come get her. but only after they'd gotten into a physical altercation, in the front lawn of their grandparents family home. and just like everyone else, her brother had enough.

a l t h o u g h , her father did run to save the day. he did pick her up and dust her off. he's the one that got her the help that she needed, was patient with her when she fell, and was always there to catch her. she moved back to manhattan with him for a time, and when she was ready - she left the city to attend university. that's where she got her bachelors in architecture.

u n i v e r s i t y was when she truly shined. although, she did have some hiccups along the way. for the most part, she was happy to meet people who didn't already know her name. even law enforcement smiled at her when she passed by. she spent her free time discovering herself; she learned that she loves yoga and meditation, that she can handle parties in moderation, that she absolutely loves women. university is a time that she reflects on very fondly. even if she was stressed out of her mind, studying for exams.

t o d a y , she is a successful architect and interior designer. she works for her dads company and is preparing to take over when he retires. she is a true force, one that you either love or absolutely cannot stand to be around. she puts a lot of effort into her appearance, her lifestyle, and her success. those are the things that drive her the most in life.

c o n n e c t i o n s

her brother / half-sister - she has an estranged relationship with both. previously, she did grow up very close with her brother. it would be interesting to see the dynamic between the siblings now that they've grown.

friends she met in university - who would have been her ride or die's as they pushed through school together. the first friends she made after her recovery. she would hold these friends near and dear to her heart

friends she got into trouble with back in the day - who may be interested in leading her astray again. alternatively, her troublestome friends that also turned their lives around and now support one another.

enemies - possibly someone avery hurt or tormented in her youth. someone she burned a bridge with at some point who hasn't forgiven her

enemies to lovers - either no strings attached or they secretly have feelings for each other

childhood friends - going allll the way back to childhood here in manhattan, before avery's parents divorced

exes - exes on bad terms, good terms, and all the in between. there's much history to be written

anything else under the sun! i love plotting connections

[containatrocity]

Bloodlines

Feat. @mustcrdgreens

Sissy and Rusty have a long overdue heart to heart. and lay the groundwork for another hard conversation.

sissy had been on her third bowl of crushed ice and hot sauce that evening, laying in bed. she'd been too nauseous for anything solid, but wanted something to spice up her ice—her mind taking it literally. she groans and sets it aside, curling onto her side for a long moment, staring at the bowl in the meanwhile. she wishes she didn't feel so alone in this, unable to find the courage to tell cyan about what was happening to her. she mostly wishes she could tell rusty, the man having been the one she was closest to, until recently. but she'd been absolutely rotten in the wake of gia's passing, unwilling to listen to him call one of the few friends she had alive anymore a dangerous person. but likewise, he'd been unwilling to listen to her just the same. she finds herself tearing up, thinking about how he surely must have changed his mind about her by now, about how he—she sits up, running to her bathroom, the contents of her stomach burning as it comes back up. then, her feet carry her to rusty's bedroom, knocking on the door. ”hey, uncle rusty?“ she'd already wiped her eyes, has a smile on her face—but it crumbles almost immediately. ”d-do you hate me?“

They've become little more than two ghosts haunting the same house, and Rusty would be lying, if he said he didn't hate every second of it. Jack had talked some sense into him- the recognition he was being a petty child, when all Sissy was looking for was something she could control in the wake of having absolutely none. But he's still not mustered the confidence to speak to her- every attempt met with the recognition that any apology might fall short, when he still didn't like the idea of her spending so much time around Cyan. It's a rare night off, settled on the bed in one of Leon's old sweaters and half-watching a movie over the top of a book he'd never finished prior to the paradox about cryptids around the world until he falls asleep the way he has for a while now- with no movie nights or board games Sissy's roped him into to hold his attention- He glances up, when she knocks at the open bedroom door, sitting the book aside when she calls his name. "Hey sweetpea-" He starts- and then her features fall, and she asks if he hates her. His heart breaks- and he's on his feet before the last word can linger too long- crossing the bedroom floor in only a few strides before he ushers her in, shutting the door behind her and waving her to the bed to sit down. "Now- now I know we ain't been seein' eye to eye but where on earth did ya get the idea I hated you, darlin'?"

she climbs into the bed beside him, sobs bubbling up. it takes her a moment to contain herself enough to speak again, rubbing at her eyes. "b-b-because, i-i-i been so rude an'--an' we been fightin' and, a-and b-because i wo-won't stop seein' cyan an' we ain't even talked to e-e-each other all n-night--." her drawl is all the heavier like this, overemotional and trying to speak between trembling inhales. she hiccups in breaths, trying to wipe at her face as she cries, not wanting to be a complete mess, her body shaking from the effort of simply talking through her sobs.

Dark brows crease, and he pulls her into him, tighter now, setting a kiss on the top of her head as he gently wipes soft brown eyes with careful hands. "Sissy, sweetheart…" He frowns a bit deeper, swaying back and forth slightly, as she cries, keeping her smaller frame tight to his own. "Honey- That doesn't mean I hate you- look, I know we've been arguin' and we don't… well we ain't ever done that, now have we? So I know it's scary. But I could never hate you. You're my little girl." He insists, smiling gently as he cups her face in his hands. "We ain't gonna get along forever- and I know we had a good run a' it, but that's just how it goes. I-" He sighs. "I know you like that boy. And I also know I been… well I been just like my dad, carin' more about what everybody else thought than th' person that matters- and that's you." He insists. "I don't hate you, lil bug." He squeezes her tightly. "And I'm sorry I made ya think I did, even fer a split second, okay?"

sissy simply lays against him, listening to his voice rumble in his chest. her breathing starts to calm as he talks, only a few tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as he holds them in his hands. there's still worry there, about how her body's grown, about how her stomach rejects food, about how she can hardly contain any sort of emotion. about how rusty might take it. she sniffles, blinking more tears down her cheeks, where they'd stuck to her lashes. "can--can you promise you won't hate me after i tell you somethin'? it's… i-i dunno if it's good. i'm--i'm real scared, uncle rusty."

She's quiet as he speaks, and he's thankful, really, as she seems to calm, setting another gentle kiss against the top of her head. "Atta girl." he sighs, rubbing her arm gently. it's short lived, the silence after her sobs, before she speaks again- asks him to promise he won't hate her, if she tells him something. "I could never hate you." he repeats. "I promise… What's eatin' at you, sweetheart?" He questions, worry on his features as he adjusts her to sit up a bit against him- wipes more tears away with the sleeve of his sweater.

her gaze drops, hands lifting to wipe her cheeks again. "i-i dunno if i can stop seein' cyan even if i went and listened to you, 'cuz i-i… i think i might be havin' his baby." her lips tremble anew, eyes shutting. she doesn't wanna see rusty angry or disappointed. "i just been eating so much, weird stuff, an' throwing up, an' i'm gainin' weight, a-and--and--th-this. i just been cryin' or angry or--" she cuts herself off, not admitting that most of the time she went to see cyan, regardless of what they'd planned to do, she'd end up horny. "i-i don't know what to do…"

If he's honest- he'd had the creeping suspicion that what she's saying had been the case. It made sense- she was sick most mornings, miserable and trapped in the bathroom until hours after she'd woke up- he'd assumed a stomach bug at first- but it had been a while, hadn't it? She'd always eaten a little oddly- but there was something perceptible about the way she snacked now- on strange combinations he'd never seen her entertain before- the way that despite the nausea, she'd put on more weight than her lifestyle would have allowed. She closes her eyes. He's quiet, for a long time- just holding her, gentle hand rubbing her back. "Well." He starts. "Have y' told him?"

her eyes peek open--confusion sits in them, that he hadn't gotten upset. she shakes her head, then hangs it. "i'm really scared. i-i don't know what he's gonna say. an' what if i'm not? what if this is just… stress?" she'd been stressed, spending almost all of her moments not in town, inside of the kitchen. but two missed periods and the rest of it, was plenty evience that she was trying to be in denial. "i don't wanna scare him."

"Honey…" He frowns, slightly. "I know you don't know what he's gonna say but stress don't make ya pick up twenty pounds in a couple a' months and so emotional ya start cryin' over a couple a bugs dead on the kitchen counter." He insists softly. "I don't think they got many tests in town…" There's a sigh, soft. "No real way t' know fer sure." But it's enough. And it's still a very real concern if she's to keep spending her time with Cyan- scare or not, the boy needs to know. Rusty knows that. He hums softly, shifts her to look at him properly. "But if you like 'im, then if this ain't what you think it is, he should still know it's somethin yer worryin' about. Because if you're gonna keep… seein him- this ain't gonna be the last time it'll be a concern fer you." He insists. "And I'd rather you know now if he ain't worth yer time than… years down th' line."

she bites at her lip, sighing. "yeah…" she knows he's right. it's both unfair to cyan to keep it a secret--and important that she knows how he'll take it, if they're going to keep being… whatever it is they are. she rubs at her eyes, giving a nod. "i'll--i'll tell 'im. i just gotta… work up my nerve." she shifts to lean back against him once more. she swallows thickly. "can--can we not fight anymore? i really miss you."

"Okay." He insists, squeezing her gently. "Yeah, sweetpea, we can stop fighting. I'm sorry we even started in th' first place." He sighs, resting his chin in her hair. "And no matter what happens- I'm gonna take care of you." he promises. "Just like I always have. Til I breathe my last. Yer the best thing I've ever had, you know." He sighs. "So no matter what, you always got a home here, okay? With yer uncle Rusty." His own eyes grow hazy, for a moment. "I just… was scared you were gonna grow up on me, you know? Decide that… you didn't need me around, anymore. Gets lonely, big house like this all by m'self. 'specially after spendin' the last 13 years with m' best friend in it."

his words start sissy's tears anew, arms wrapping tight around his chest. "i could never!" she almost sounds scandalized he'd even thought of it. "yer my best friend too, an' i'll always need you!" she rubs her face into his chest, sniveling. "but i am a grown up, y'know. i-i like bein' a little more adult. i just wish i didn't have to find out i liked it because of gia…" she frowns, squeezing close again. "y'aren't allowed to die, alright? i don't wanna lose anyone else."

He hates that it's a pressing worry for her that he might up and die. "Come on." He insists, smiling as she presses tighter. "you know I ain't goin' anywhere. yer stuck with me forever, okay?" He checks the time, shifts Sissy out of his lap and moves to stand up. "How about I read ya somethin' like I used t' when you were jus' a sprout, huh? I'll even let ya pick." If anything, he knows it'll distract her, from the way her mind's racing- from the picking open of the wound of Gia's loss, from the awareness she'll have to tell Cyan what's going on. He hopes beyond hope the boy's got the good in him to do good by his niece- Sissy likes him quite a bit- he's seen the stars in her eyes when she talks about him, after all. "And startin' tomorrow, I'll do my best t' remember yer a grown up. an' that means that you ain't… gonna want t' spend the rest a your life playin' Sorry and watchin' disney movies with yer borin' old uncle."

"okay." calmer, she stands too, to grab a tissue from lee's nightstand. "we can spend some of my life playin' sorry and watchin' disney movies, at least. i still love to do those things." the idea of being read to is compelling, and it sees her stalking off to find a book. she returns with one that she hadn't had when he'd known her as a child, far too young to enjoy even the shortest chapter book. a magic treehouse book about the california earthquake is delivered to his hands. "this was my favorite series when i was a kid," she says, "it ain't one from when i was little, but it's good anyways, and you'd probably like it."

"Well- we'll read it anyway." He'd missed enough of her growing up- had come home barely a man himself to raise a preteen. He takes a little time, to turn off lights save for the one on his nightstand and further draw blinds before he settles back in bed under the blankets- opening his arm to Sissy to settle close. He straightens blankets around her as well, curls her close with a soft smile. "Comfy?" he questions, opening the book and setting to reading. She was growing up- and Rusty knew no amount of stubbornly digging his feet in would change that. She'd spent longer than she needed to, clinging to an innocence he insisted she deserved- he could let her grow up- no matter how much it scared him.- but that could be tomorrow. Tonight, it was just the two of them against the world still- tonight she was still just his little girl and they'd made it this far- that was worth something.

sissy waits for rusty to settle in, before she does just the same, curling up beside him, with legs draping over his lap. she relaxes against him, an arm wrapping around his chest. "mhm." she hadn't spent time in his and lee's bed in a long time, her fits and night terrors from the accident and the start of the paradox long gone, able to sleep in her own just fine. there was something lonely about it just being them, with no man laying beside rusty, playing with her foot to distract her from her fears. but--as she looks up to him, the ache dissipates. she feels silly for thinking he hated her. she knows rusty couldn't hate her, and likewise she could never hate him. they were two peas in a pod. at the end of the day, he really was her best friend. she didn't want this to end for anything. she hardly notices, as he reads, that she's dozing off, cozy and warm and relieved.

He waits, until her breathing slows, soft and warm against his chest through the threads of a sweater his late husband had favored. A lot's changed- and he realizes, maybe, he's selfish for having hoped she'd stay the same forever. He closes the book- shifts to turn off the light beside the bed- careful, slow, as not to disturb her, fast asleep, tears drying on her cheeks. He settles himself, sighs softly as he kisses the top of her head. "Love you, lil bug…" he murmurs. "That boy best do good by you…" He doesn't want to see her hurting again- her screams rattle him in his sleep even still, in the aftermath of Gia and her parents- stir him bolt upright. But she sleeps peacefully now, and he knows he should follow her lead- He has work, tomorrow- and Sissy's bound to have a lot on her mind when she wakes up. He tunes out the tapping on the window, and shadows cast on second-floor curtains- as he always does- and slips away just the same.

[rleonard9]

yea give us the fluff

gasping for air, it was around 4am in the morning when emmy woke up with the nightmare. her hand tries to find zach and when she doesnt she started to freak out hyperventilating.

"baby." zach groans rubbing his eyes, he sees her curled up sobbing, "sweet girl whats wrong." he rubs her sides

"y-y-you y-yelled a-at m-me?" emmy stutters out trying to move away from his hold, his eyebrows frown

"baby i would never yell at you." he says softly, she shakes her head.

"b-but you d-did a-at my g-g-game y-yesterday."

"my girl, you know i never yell or raised my voice around you." he pulls her into his arms.

"y-you did t-though, t-told me i p-played l-like shit a-and it was e-embarrassing f-for you to w-watch." she hiccups, he grabs her chin gently

"you were having a nightmare baby, you play amazing every single game, you are not an embarrassment for me, you had one off game and thats ok, im still super proud of you for everything and i showed you that last night didnt i," zach smiles, " i would never yell or hurt you baby.'' he caresses her cheek

"i-i thought i-it was r-real, f-felt s-s-so real." emma whimpers

"im sorry it did baby, but i promise you it isn't, you are ok, in my arms."

"so you arent m-mad?"

"i haver no reason to." he leans his head down giving her a kiss