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[thewidowsledger]

Look Out For That Rage

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Pairings: Avenger Natasha Romanoff x Agent Female Reader

Word count: 5.6k

Tags | Warnings: +18, pregnant reader, pregnancy rage, emotional wreck r, sleepy r, jealousy, puking, weird food cravings, weird pregnancy cravings in general not just with food👀 r being obsessed in watching Natasha eat🥴 watching you eat…is so exciting ‘cause nobody else does- S.J.

Author's Note: This part can be boring, just highlights the weird pregnancy cravings that were actually referenced by my cousin's weird cravings and needs when she was pregnant. And I also watched and researched some pregnancy experiences on TikTok so if you find them weird, just scroll away. If I would have a weird food craving it will definitely be vanilla ice-cream and I will dip nuggies and fries to it, what's yours? xD

MINI SERIES: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

⧗

“Aunt Y/N wants Uncle Thor in her bedroom.” Morgan mumbled innocently and everyone's attention honed in on her.

Natasha immediately tensed, her eyes widening with disbelief and possessiveness.

“Why on earth does she want Uncle Thor in our bedroom?”

⧗

You abruptly woke up, feeling a wave of nausea wash over you. Your stomach churned uncomfortably, and the overwhelming sensation of being sick forced you to scramble out of bed and rush to the bathroom. You barely made it to the toilet in time, hunching over and vomiting repeatedly.

The absence of Natasha only heightened your emotions, and tears welled up in your eyes. You clutched the edge of the toilet, the solitude only adding to your already distressed state.

You looked back in the bedroom in desperation, searching for any sign of your girlfriend, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Natty?” you called out for her, weak and nauseous, your voice growing more desperate with each hoarse call. “Nat?”

“Lybov?” Wanda called on the door. She heard you call for Natasha with a hoarse voice, panic instantly shot through her and she flung open the door to the bathroom, only to find you hunched over the toilet retching and weeping.

Kneeling beside you, she gathered your hair away from your face and held it in a ponytail, gently rubbing soothing circles to soothe your upset stomach.

After what felt like an eternity, the last wave of nausea finally subsided, and you collapsed against Wanda, your body weak and shaky. She held you close, her arms wrapping around you protectively as she murmured soothing words into your ear.

“It's alright, I’m here.”

Wanda gently took a tissue from the nearby countertop and carefully wiped your mouth, gently removing any remaining vomit. The overwhelming smell of your own vomit caused your stomach to churn once more. She looked down at you as you looked up at her. For a brief moment, you suddenly broke down, a sob escaping your lips, raw and uncontrollable. Your tears spilled from your eyes, and you huddled against your best friend, your body shaking with the force of your crying. Your sobbing grew more intense, Wanda's panic rose, her heart aching at the sight of your distress. She held you tighter, her arms wrapping around you protectively as she tried to soothe your anguish.

“Shh, shh, it's alright,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I've got you, lyubov. I've got you.”

Wanda eased you back onto the bed, her gentle touch guiding you carefully. Just as you leaned against the pillows, the door creaked open, and Natasha appeared, a tray in her hands. She carried a plate of freshly cooked pancakes, topped with a generous dollop of strawberry jam, the aroma of sweetness filling the room. It was your favorite that she always made but right now you fought hard not to want to eat it.

“I want to sleep.”

Natasha, despite the tension in the air, gently insisted, “Detka, you need to eat.”

Wanda remained standing awkwardly in the room, caught in the middle of the tense exchange between you and Natasha. Her eyes darted between the two of you, unsure of what to do or say to ease the mounting tension. But one thing for sure is that she likes how you’re being stubborn and hard with your girlfriend, as you should, she said in her mind.

Natasha picked up the plate of pancakes, but you only huffed in response trying to fight the sweet aroma wafting through the air as she held it out towards you.

“No!” you tucked yourself back in the bed covering your whole body so you wouldn't get the smell of the freshly cooked pancakes.

“Give it to me.” Natasha's grip on the plate of pancakes tightened at Wanda's words. She despised the idea of you listening to Wanda instead of her, she’s your girlfriend for god’s sake. But knowing that this is the only way to ensure you'll eat, she reluctantly handed over the plate to Wanda, her expression betraying her frustration and jealousy.

“I think Y/N would appreciate it if you go out that door right now,” she tried to soften the blow with a gentle smile, but Natasha knew that the witch was really trying to get into her. It took all her self-control to suppress her initial reaction of anger. Instead, she simply nodded tight lipped, biting back any biting retorts that threatened to spill from her lips.

Natasha looked at the comforter you're hiding from, “Detka, please eat. I’ll be right back.” You only huffed, rolling your eyes beneath the thick blanket.

As soon as your girlfriend was out of the door. Wanda sat on your bed, she made sure that she's not sitting on your leg. “Lyubov, I know you're hungry.”

“No, I’m sleepy. I don't want to eat.” You groggily respond, trying your best to keep yourself awake.

“I know you're sleepy, I know you're tired, but that's all the more reason to eat something. You need to keep your strength up, especially now that you're pregnant. Think of the baby. The baby needs you to eat and be healthy.”

“Lyubov?” Wanda called again, as she waited for a response. But when she heard nothing, she carefully peeked over the blankets. There she saw you, fast asleep, your face relaxed and peaceful in slumber. She let out a sigh and carefully, she tucked the comforter around you, making sure to leave your head free from its cozy confines.

Wanda gently set the plate back down on the tray beside your bed and covered it. She looked at you for a moment, her heart filled with affection as she watched you sleep. Without a sound, she then quietly left the room, closing the door softly behind her.

“Did she eat?” Natasha inquired as soon as she saw Wanda, she was actually waiting for her but Wanda remained silent, her expression betraying nothing. Natasha took that as a sign and a smug look at her face, confirming her suspicion that you also didn't listen even to your best friend. Wanda saw the look on Natasha's face and immediately felt the need to defend herself.

“She fell asleep immediately,” Wanda finally spoke up, annoyed by Natasha's reaction.

A heavy silence fell over the two of them after Wanda's words. Natasha fidgeted nervously, her eyes darting around the room while Wanda was preparing herself some orange juice. The weight of the silence became unbearable and finally, Natasha broke it.

“Wanda, I know I messed up with Y/N and I know you're upset about it. I want to fix things and make it up to her, but I can't do that if you're constantly standing in my way.”

Natasha continued, her voice growing more earnest and frustrated. “Please, Wanda. I apologize for hurting your friend, let me fix my mistake. I care about your best friend deeply, and I don't want to lose her love because I was a stupid. I know I screwed up, but I promise I'll do better. Just give me a chance.”

Wanda's gaze softened just a bit as she saw the sincerity in Natasha's eyes, but she still wasn't fully convinced. As your friend or best friend, she needed to look out for you and make sure you weren't hurt again.

“Do you remember what I said to you through comms?” the witch asked.

“I do,” Natasha replied, “you'd kill me if anything happened to Y/N and the baby.”

Wanda hummed, “Good, you remember. I want you to keep that in mind,” she firmly reiterated before exiting the kitchen leaving your girlfriend alone.

⧗

After an hour of peaceful sleep, you finally stirred, slowly opening your eyes. This time, there was no lingering dizziness or nausea, but a nagging hunger pang made itself known in your stomach. You sat up in bed, groggily rubbing your eyes, your thoughts immediately turning to the need to satisfy your appetite.

You remembered the pancakes your girlfriend made for you. There, you noticed the tray that Natasha had brought earlier, adorned with the pancakes still waiting for you.

Hungry and eager, you picked up the plate of pancakes and began devouring the.. The taste of sweetness and warmth filled your mouth with each bite, each mouthful satisfying the ache in your stomach. You could feel the texture of the pancakes, the sticky sweetness of the fresh strawberry with the syrup mingling with the fluffy softness as you hurriedly finished each bite. Within a matter of minutes, you had nearly cleaned the whole plate, no crumbs and syrup marks remaining.

Natasha slowly eased open the door, peeking her head into the room. You glanced up at her briefly, your expression flat as you remained in bed. Your bad mood was evident, and you made no attempt to acknowledge her presence. She entered the room quietly, sensing your mood but still approaching you anyway.

Natasha tried to engage you in conversation, her voice gentle and careful.

“Hey, detka. Did you have a good sleep?”

You don't know why you are being like this, but you cannot actually stand the presence of your girlfriend. Is it because of the other night? Maybe. Is it because earlier that she was nowhere to be found when she literally said that she'll be here for you? Maybe.

Your cold attitude was evident as you placed the plate back on the tray with a loud thud, the sound so forceful and sharp that one might worry it had been broken.

Natasha flinched at the noise, her eyes widening slightly as she watched you set the plate down. Your irritation was palpable, and even the harsh sound you made didn't seem to bring you any satisfaction.

“You finished the pancake, I see,” she winced. You met her gaze with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms, your expression unamused and aloof.

“Can you not talk?” you demanded.

Natasha tried to soothe you, but she was quickly cut off by your next outburst.

“Det—”

“Can you not breathe?” you continued, your voice getting louder to Natasha's liking. Your girlfriend was taken aback by your demand but held her breath instinctively.

“Can you just…just leave?!” you finally shouted as you flail your hands, your demand and mood only worsening.

And with that your girlfriend hurriedly made her way out of the room. Natasha gasped for air, her breaths coming out shaky and fast. The redhead was terrified to do anything that might only fan the flames of your mood.

“Hey Auntie Nat.”

“Fuck!” Natasha hissed in surprise as she heard a small voice call her name. She looked down to see Morgan standing in front of her, startled by the unexpected presence of the child. Her heart was still racing from your mood swings and the sight of Morgan only made her gasp for air once more.

Natasha took a deep breath to calm herself, and a slight smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she looked down at her goddaughter. “Hey, kid whatchu here for?”

Morgan's small voice piped up, “I wan’ see Aunt Y/N.”

Natasha quickly shifted gears, determined not to let the kid witness your moodiness. So the redhead found herself awkwardly explaining to Morgan that you are not in a good mood right now, trying to skirt around the truth in a way that the kid would understand. But Morgan, being a curious and innocent kid, kept firing off questions.

“Aunt Y/N is resting now.” Natasha started.

“Is she sick?” the kid asked, her voice full of innocent confusion. “I really wan’ see her.” she pouts.

“No, no, she's not sick,” Natasha replied immediately, “Well, she was.”

“She was sick?” Morgan repeated Natasha's words, still puzzled and now worried for you.

Natasha bit her lip, mentally sighing at the kid's persistence. She’s trying to remain patient despite the barrage of questions.

“Okay…” Natasha sighed kneeling in front of the kid, “You see, your Aunt Y/N is sick, but she's getting better,” Natasha said, she pushed some hair on the kid’s face using her slender fingers, “but she's very sensitive right now, and seeing people might stress her out. So it's best if we don't disturb her…for now.”

Natasha paused, Morgan always wanted to go to the compound’s gym but her father didn't want her to see the team training and sparring there. The redhead was quick to ask the little Morgan, “What about we go to the gym?”

The kid thought about it for a brief moment, her enthusiasm momentarily diminished as she thought of you. She had brought lots of hair ties, ribbons and hair brushes to play with you, and she’s really excited to see you. So when the kid hesitantly nodded Natasha smiled at her, and she reached out to pinch her cheek affectionately before she took Morgan's hand in hers, her small fingers intertwining the redhead’s.

As the two were making their way to the gym, they happened to bump into Maria.

“Nat!” Maria called. “How are you? How's Y/N and the little bean?”

“We’re all okay, how's your shoulder?” Natasha asked her partner, inquiring about her injury that she had during the last mission.

The two fell into a deep conversation, neither of them noticed Morgan carefully slipping away from Natasha’s grasp. She quietly tiptoed down the hallway, her small feet barely making a sound as she moved towards your room.

You were lying on your bed, your mind in a storm of mixed emotions, when you heard the distinct sound of the door handle turning. At first, you only saw the door opening with no one at the entrance. But then, your gaze shifted downward and your eyes landed on the small figure of Morgan, standing at the doorway.

Immediately, a warm smile spread across your face as you saw Morgan standing at the door. You sat up in bed, your expression softening.

“Hi little girl,” you said in a gentle voice as if you didn't sound like a dragon shouting at your girlfriend earlier. You patted the spot on the bed next to you. “What are you doing here?”

Morgan, who's very excited to see you eagerly trotted into the room, her small feet pattering against the floor. She climbed up onto the bed and sat next to you. The kid looked up at you, her small frame barely taking up any space on the bed. “I wanted to see you,” she said, her voice filled with eagerness.

Morgan's simple but heartfelt confession touched your heart, melting away some of the storm emotions you're feeling a while ago. You smiled at her, your eyes softening as you looked down at the sweet little kid sitting beside you.

“Aww, that's really sweet of you. I'm glad you came to see me. Whatchu got there, Morgan?” You reached out and ruffled her hair affectionately.

Morgan's eyes lit up as she showed you the set of cute ties, a variety of ribbons, glittered hairpins and mini scrunchies and hair brushes she had brought with her.

“I brought it so we can play salon,” she said, her tone filled with innocent eagerness.

“Want me to tie your hair?” You asked and the kid’s small head nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

With a gentle smile, you patted your lap, she quickly moved to settle onto your lap comfortably. You began to sift through the hair ties and brushes that she had laid out before you, asking her which one to use first and the ones she likes.

You started to tie Morgan's hair, she couldn't help but giggle with excitement. Every now and then, she would let out a small gasp or a squeal as you pulled a lock of hair into place. She occasionally turned her head to look up at you with a big smile on her face, expressing her joy at the play time you were having together.

After completing the hairstyle, you reached over to your bedside table and pulled out a small compact mirror. You handed the mirror to the little girl sitting on your lap, a smile on your lips.

“Look at that!” You beamed, “You look so beautiful, little miss Potts!”

Morgan took the mirror and looked at her reflection, her eyes widening with delight. She admired the hairstyle you had just done for her, her hand touching the butterfly clips curiously.

“Thanks aunt Y/N!”

“You're welcome,” you squeak, poking Morgan’s cheek that made her giggle, “Can you call uncle Thor for me? Love?”

The kid eagerly nodded and immediately sprinted towards the door.

“Careful love!” You yelled out to her.

⧗

“So? What's up with Y/N?”

“She doesn't want me to breathe,” Natasha sighed plopping herself to the sofa and that made the team burst into laughter.

Natasha's face scrunched up slightly as she spoke, “I didn't know that being angry when your partner is breathing was included in the package deal of pregnancy.”

Clint held his hands up, trying to contain his laughter, “Ah, pregnancy rage. It's a thing alright.”

“Laura, you know,” he started, laughing between his words, “One minute, she would be laughing uncontrollably at my joke, and the next, she would be yelling at me for forgetting to put the toilet seat down. I swear, I slept on the couch more during those nine months than I ever did!”

Thor clapped a hand on Natasha's shoulder, his voice filled with booming Asguardian laugh. “That’s not pregnancy rage, it's the joys of pregnancy!”

Maria smiled warmly at her partner, “Just be patient with her,” she suggested gently.

“I won't get tired, I don't have the reason to,” she asserted. A slight smile tugged at her lips as she continued, “In fact, I find it cute and scary. I can handle it.”

“Oh wait until she makes you sleep on the floor or couch, I’m here when you have back pains already.”

As the conversation continued, the group's attention was abruptly interrupted and it was none other than Morgan, who came charging into the room with a big smile on her face.

“Uncle Thor, Uncle Thor!”

Thor chuckled as Morgan practically threw herself at him, his strong arms effortlessly catching the little girl.

“Morgan, you ditched Auntie Nat, where did you go?” she asked, pouting at the girl. Then, noticing the girl's hair, she added, “And your hair looks so beautiful!”

“Auntie Y/N did my hair!” the little girl announced proudly, her face lit up with a bright smile.

Clint suddenly spoke up, a puzzled look on his face. “Wait, Nat,” he began. “I thought Y/N is in a bad mood and doesn't wanna see people. How come she did Morgan's hair?”

“Oh no, I think Y/N only doesn't wanna see Nat…” she whispered, her teeth grazing her lower lip as she looked at her partner.

“Aunt Y/N want Uncle Thor in her bedroom.” Morgan mumbled innocently and everyone's attention honed in on her.

Natasha immediately tensed, her eyes widening with disbelief and possessiveness.

“Why on earth does she want Uncle Thor in our bedroom?” She leaned forward, her voice sharp as she repeated the question, emphasizing the word “our.”

The little girl shrugged innocently. She then promptly hopped off Thor's lap, her small hand gripping his fingers with surprising strength. Her voice carried a tone of innocent excitement as she tugged gently on his hand.

“C'mon, Uncle Thor,” she urged, her small figure already setting off in the direction of your shared bedroom.

Thor's eyes shifted nervously to Natasha, seeking her approval before proceeding. After all, she was your girlfriend, and he wasn't sure why you had specifically requested his presence in your room, and your girlfriend has no idea too which is making her crazy.

Natasha released an exasperated sigh, she crossed her arms before Clint spoke up, breaking the palpable tension in the room with his words.

“Guys, you really think Y/N would do something immoral?” Clint asked in disbelief. After a brief pause he told Thor to go.

Thor nodded slowly, his expression contemplative as his eyes darted towards Natasha who was looking at the ceiling, her frustration evident in the way she chewed on her lower lip and crossing her arms together tightly. Before anyone could say anything else, Morgan impatiently tugged on Thor's hand, her young energy fueling her impatience.

As the little girl pushed open the door to your room, Thor followed closely behind her. The door closed quietly behind them as Morgan led Thor further inside, her small hand still wrapped around his calloused fingers.

“What's up, Asguardian?” you greeted, your arms crossed, cocking your brows at him playfully.

“I’m good and delighted to be here, how about you? How are you feeling Y/N?” Thor replied with his usual charm.

His voice seemed to have a profound effect on you, causing your cheeks to flush lightly, and you responded softly, “I'm doing good, Thor. Well, thank you for accepting my invite.”

Morgan quickly ran towards your bed and in a moment, she plopped down in your lap, a giggle escaping her. The little girl snuggled against you, her small frame feeling warm and soft against your own.

You gestured gently and patted the edge of the bed, silently inviting Thor to take a seat.

“Y/N…” he called out your name very carefully, “I don't think Natasha will like—” but you cut him off mid-sentence. Without giving him a chance to finish, you retorted, “She's not here, is she?”

The Asguardian froze in place, he knew better than to deny you. He has heard your girlfriend rant about your mood swings and he has no intention of provoking or triggering your pregnancy rage which he calls joys of pregnancy and he’s now taking it back.

“I think you can sit on the floor while I sit at the edge of the bed,” you smiled innocently pointing at the floor between your legs.

Thor slowly settled himself between your legs, the metal components of his armor clinking against each other. His broad back was facing you and his heart was beating fast calling all the gods he knew, to his surprise you began to run your fingers through his hair, gently fixing the locks and neatening his usually unruly mane. Then, you requested Morgan to hand you the biggest brush with glitter and ribbon resins on it.

And that to set Thor at ease. He breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that you were just simply intending to do his hair.

As you continued to brush through Thor's hair, you found yourself admiring its beauty and thickness. The golden locks felt soft and smooth under your touch, and you couldn't help but marvel at the healthy and radiant appearance of his hair.

“I hope my baby will have your hair.” You whispered and Thor just nervously chuckled. “Can you ask the goddesses you know if they can make my baby's hair like this?” you peeked at his side.

Thor took a deep breath, choosing his words with extreme caution, “I know some of the goddesses of my realm,” he repeated, his voice laced with nervousness. He knew he was treading on thin ice, both literally and figuratively, as he tried to find the right words to explain.

“But I cannot guarantee that they can grant such a boon,” he continued, his voice softer. “You understand, right? These things are…not completely within my control.”

“Blah, blah, blah…”

Thor's heart thumped loudly in his chest, he cannot believe that a human is making him feel dangerously scared and nervous!

“You could have said no, Thor,” You handed him a mirror, “Okay your hair is all done and pretty.” Thor held the mirror, taking a moment to regard his freshly braided locks with a lot of pink ribbons and sparkly pins in there, he then saw you at the mirror behind him with a small grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

“The payment is my baby having your hair, if that really is not possible I guess I’ll just have to settle with another redhead,” you said as the Asguardian stood. Right now you only have two choices, making Thor ask for a goddess that can grant your wish or just accept the fact that your baby will have the same hair as your girlfriend, your hair is not even on the choices.

As Thor stepped towards the door, a thought crossed your mind and you called out to him, “Oh, and Thor,” to which he turned back to face you. You added cheerfully, “Tell Jane I said hi!”

Thor nodded with a smile on his face and waved at you before disappearing in your room. You now turned your focus on Morgan behind you who’s too focused on placing the hair ties on the bed, “So, who's our next client?”

Natasha has been staring at Thor, Yelena and Wanda who’s in a kitchen laughing and admiring each other’s hair. You also called Yelena and Wanda for you to have their hair done with glittery ribbons and hairpins.

“I want my hair done like that too!” Natasha whined as she was unable to contain her jealousy, she actually doesn't know if she wants her hair done like that or she was more interested in getting your attention than the actual hairstyle itself.

Clint couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at Natasha's pouty expression. He reached over and gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Maybe you can ask Morgan if they accept walk-ins.”

⧗

It had been three weeks since the initial pregnancy was revealed, and now you found yourself in the fifteenth week of your pregnancy. Over time, your baby bump has grown more prominent, a visible evidence of the life growing inside you. The symptoms such as morning sickness and cravings had lessened slightly, but a new set of discomforts had taken their place. Your body felt heavier, your feet were swollen, and there were times when you felt exhausted and sluggish.

As for Natasha, Clint had been true to his warnings, and you had banished Natasha to the couch. Your irritation and mood swings were becoming more and more intense as your pregnancy progressed, and you found it increasingly difficult to tolerate even the smallest actions from your girlfriend. Although Natasha was being nothing but loving and supportive, your pregnancy hormones had rendered you quite irritable, causing you to snap at her often…and grew distant to her.

There are also specifically weird things that grew into you like you being not able to go a day without touching Thor’s silky golden locks, which made your girlfriend extremely jealous whenever you ask for Thor and whenever she had to watch you get to play with his hair.

And the food cravings had taken a strange and unexpected turn. There was this one time, you had a hankering for a mango, but it couldn't just be any mango; it had to be from India and you want Natasha to get it, not anyone. Tony, always eager to appease you, even if it meant borrowing one of his jets he arranged for Natasha to go to India to get you those specific mangos you wanted. And the moment Natasha returned, you just placed the mangos in the refrigerator and simply stared at them. Every time you opened the fridge, you made sure the mangos were there, almost as if they were a security blanket.

Sam, who just came back from a mission, was unaware of your mango situation and he accidentally ate one. When you checked the fridge and noticed that one mango was missing, you lost your temper and stormed through the compound, determined to find the culprit who had dared to touch your sacred mangos. Thanks to Natasha for saving Sam from your raging wrath, she immediately replaced it and told you that it just fell god knows where in the fridge but you immediately bought it though.

Today, your pregnancy cravings had struck again, like always and this time, you found yourself craving Wanda's famous paprikash. The thought of the rich, spicy dish made your stomach growl. Wanda, upon hearing of your desire, was absolutely delighted. She was thrilled to cook her speciality for you.

Your eyes lit up as Wanda approached, she carried a steaming plate of paprikash, the rich red sauce clinging to the edges and the golden, tender vegetables visible within. You could almost taste the dish already, your mouth watering in anticipation. Wanda reached the table, placing the plate in front of you with a radiant smile on her face.

You smiled up at your bestfriend, thanking her for the meal before taking a spoonful of the dish. The spicy, fragrant flavors exploded on your taste buds, the warmth of the food coating your tongue. After a moment of pure satisfaction, you placed the spoon back down, once again just staring at the food. Wanda, who had resumed her cleaning at the kitchen counter noticed you not touching your food, furrowing her brow in confusion at your lack of enthusiasm for the food. She knew how much you had been craving it, so why weren't you eating more?

“Lyubov? Is there something wrong?” Wanda asked, worried that you didn't like her cooking. But she always cooks her paprikash the same way so nothing could go wrong.

You quickly reassured her, the words tumbling out of your mouth. “No, Wanda, it's perfect, but I think it's not that spicy for me.”

Wanda chuckled at your comment. “Y/N, I actually reduced the spice because I know you're quite sensitive to spicy foods,” she explained.

“Well it's not that spicy to me.” You said flatly which made Wanda freeze in place, your attitude shifting from being ecstatic about the food and being cold about it.

Your actions seemed almost frenzied as you suddenly stood up, rummaging through the cabinets to find a hot sauce. With a splash, you poured almost half an amount of hot sauce onto the plate of paprikash, the vibrant red sauce mixing with the redder colors of the dish.

Wanda watched all of this in stunned silence, her mind racing to make sense of your behavior. Weird pregnancy cravings, she thought to herself.

You took a spoonful of the food again, now satisfied at the level of spiciness of the food.

“I’m full,” You announced as you pushed the plate away.

“Y/N, you've only had two spoons.” Wanda scolded, placing her hands at her waist. She glanced at the barely touched food on the plate, confusion etched on her face. How could you possibly be full after eating such a small amount, especially when you had just drenched it with hot sauce? It seemed like your pregnancy cravings were reaching new heights.

Food cravings, check. Weird food cravings, check.

“Where’s Natnat?” you asked as you tap the table impatiently, when you were about to stand you saw your girlfriend entering the kitchen.

“Hey, I was looking for you. I’m gonna go to the grocery do you want some—”

“Eat,” you cut her off not minding a word coming out of her mouth.

Natasha didn't hesitate and approached you immediately. She enveloped you in a tight hug, planting a tender kiss on the side of your forehead like she always does whenever she sees you. You clung to her for a brief moment before abruptly pulling away, creating a physical and emotional distance. It's no new to Natasha actually, since the incident you grew distant to her but she couldn't pinpoint if it was due to the hormones associated with your pregnancy or if you haven't forgiven her yet.

You haven't been affectionate to her and you haven't been actually intimate to each other and it's been so hard for Natasha…literally.

Natasha took a seat across from you at the table, you pushed the bowl of paprikash to her, “Here, eat.”

“Oh, okay.”

When Natasha took a bite she immediately felt the burning sensation on her tongue. Her eyes water as she tries to suppress the urge to cough. She didn't want to let on that the food was too spicy, not wanting to dampen your efforts in making her eat.

Wanda, however, simply tightened her lips, saying nothing as she watched Natasha try to maintain her composure.

You watched Natasha struggling with the food, completely oblivious to the fact that it was too spicy for her. You asked, “Good?”

Natasha, just responded with a tight smile, her eyes watering from the spiciness. “Y-yeah, it is,” she forced herself to say, hoping to avoid further questions. She looked back to Wanda who just gave her an awkward smile.

“Wanda cooked it. But I contributed by adding some generous amount of hot sauce.” You said plainly as you watch her like a hawk watching its prey eat.

“Thanks, Wanda,” your girlfriend managed to say between coughs, “Generous amount of hot sauce, huh,” she added, as she wiped her forehead that began to gleam with sweat as she took another bite.

Yelena entered the kitchen and saw Wanda watching you and your girlfriend, “So what are we watching?” the blonde asked.

“Let's just say that Y/N craved my paprikash, had two bites and she made her girlfriend eat it and now she's having some fun watching her girlfriend finish the food.”

“Did you notice that she has been watching Natasha eat for like a week now?” Yelena whispered to the redhead.

“Yeah, we bring in her favorite foods or Natasha gets them herself, only for her to end up consuming almost all of it while Y/N watches her, because if she won't, it's the end for your sister.”

The blonde's voice dropped to a murmur, when an intriguing theory just came up in her mind, “Is it like a... kink thing or something? Y'know watching your partner eat brings you pleasure...” she then stopped when she saw Wanda staring at her in disbelief.

“Seriously, Yelena?” she snapped as she crossed her arms, “I doubt it's that. Y/N is pregnant, hormones and cravings do weird things.”

Yelena, never one to back down, pointed another idea she had in mind, “And horny things.” Wanda could only let out an exasperated sigh.

“Why in the hell Natasha is all red?” Yelena whispered as she looked at her sister who looked like a tomato, she then let out a gasp as she spotted a familiar hot sauce bottle at the table.

“Is that my hot sauce?!”

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Why I like Charlastor

The other day I noticed there was some negativity in the Charlastor tag, including antis and people feeling the need to defend against antis, so I thought I might as well take a step back and just write candidly about why I like the ship.

I only got into Hazbin in October of last year, but already it has inspired me a lot to write and fantazise about it. Like most people, I started with the classic "they look cute together", but as I kept looking I couldn't help but think there was something else to these two than first met the eye.

For starters, I love Pollyanas! I think they get a bad rep for being naive, but I just appreciate an optimist like Charlie who just wants to make people around her happy because it makes her happy. I also like bad boys 😳 I'm a pretty heteronormative guy, so I haven't had a big chance to explore that part of myself yet, but I do like the danger and excitement someone like Alastor brings to the table.

I will admit when I started writing Charlastor I felt like I was handling dynomite. It's a lil scary to ship a boundless altruist with a manipulative sociopath, but bear with me.

I think each of them has something the other needs. I think Charlie needs someone to challenge her, someone to steer her in the right direction while she's mostly isolated. At the start of the series, practically nobody but Vaggie takes her seriously, and Alastor is no exception. He mocks her, teases her, but she still listens and I think it's because somewhere deep down she understands there's something he's trting to communicate in his annoying, but curious way.

Of course, I also love the fanon Charlie who's down bad for Alastor, and even if that Charlie is a little naive, I think it's also sweet and she can use some indulgence while most people treat her like a child.

On the other hand, when it comes to Alastor, this is a bit of a theory on my part, but I think he's secretely lonely. He has friends, certainly, like Rosie and Mimzy, but they're not good enough friends to live together with him. They don't seem to be able to save him from "pure, absolute boredom". But Charlie, for some reason can, even though she's a stranger at the beginning when Alastor chooses to move into the Hotel.

Alastor is not as much of a cynic as someone who chooses to see things in a perspective that benefits him. He doesn't think redeeming sinner is "hopeless", but "hilarious" instead, which has interesting implications to me. That's why he chooses to hover around Charlie, not because he thinks she's lame, rather because he thinks she's silly. She makes him laugh. Which I think is kind of how Alastor sees "love".

And then you have fanon Alastor who, depending on the writer, is either a horny animal, a wisecrack edgelord or a soft boy who's mean to everyone but Charlie XD I like several of those interpretations, but I kinda prefer mine just out of personal taste. I think the best part about Alastor is that he doesn't *care* what anyone thinks of him and always does what he wants, even at the expense of other people, which I find pretty enviable.

They're kinda both outcasts in their own ways. Charlie by being unable to fit in and Alastor being unwilling to compromise. But they don't judge each other. He supports her in his own weird way and she houses him and is delighted of him in general, which is tasty food for his ego. I do wonder why Alastor is interested in Charlie, both in canon and in a fandom vacuum.

There's some cool potential for drama there, but also growth and healing, in my opinion. Personally, I think Alastor doesn't want to actually *hurt* Charlie, but he may hurt those around her, which will be a moment to start settling compromises if Charlie puts her foot down.

That haz bin my review so far! I'm honestly pretty grateful for Vivziepop for all of the work she's done so far, I know directing, animating and writing two shows over the course of 5 year or so ain't easy. I'm also grateful to the fandom who shares their thoughts and vision, which calms the terrible voices I started hearing in my head since I bought this weird old radio.

I'm in the middle of a break, but if you're interested in my fanfics I'll get back to writing very soon. Cheers! 🌈❤🦌

[melkyt]

More Lawlu Mpreg vibes

Cravings, that's what Law is most worried about. Anyone who met Luffy knows how much he loves food. Law is reading all the medical journals he can get his hands on in regards to pregnancy, so he is ready for anything.

So he thinks anyway. They are all having dinner on some island, both ships parked nearby, as Law is not going to leave alone, so they have just started traveling together.

Its all going the usual. They are chatting, its loud and happy, though Luffy is more pouty than usual, he is about three months in and starting to show.

Sanji brings the good, and everyone digs in. Except for Luffy. Zoro notices immediately and points it out.

Law is by his side immediately, asking questions, checking on Luffy and the baby using room. His main worry is that his childhood disease would affect the kiddo.

Luffy grumbles and oushes him away. "Im just not hungry, okay!"

A collective gasp, followed by dead silence falls across both crews. Not hungry, what is this? They are used to Law not eating, but Luffy, nuh-uh, it might as well be the end of the world.

Strawhats accusing Law of doing this to their captain (true), its lighthearted bickering for the most part, they arent going to pass up giving Law some grief for knocking up their captain, and this is a good chance as any, (also they are worried and this helps). The heart pirates arguing right back, gotta defnd their captains honor xd.

Luffy laughs.

Law groans. "You need to eat"

"But I dont wanna," Luffy pouts. "Nothing smells good" he huffs. "Baby, dont like food," He nods. "She takes after you like that, Traffy." Luffy laughs again.

"I'll force feed you if I have to," Law grumbles even though he won't

Luffy tilts his head with a smirk. "Promise? Shishishi" He licks his lips, slowly dragging his tongue across.

Law blushes, "dammit, Luff." he looks over the table. There is all sorts of food. He gets an idea, taking a piece of meat between his teeth. Then, pulling Luffy close for a kiss.

Luffy is surprised but takes the food swallowing before returning the slow kiss.

"Hows that, hungry yet, strawhat-ya?" Law takes another piece of food between his fingers, its messier then he would usually eat but if it helps Luffy, then he doesnt care.

"Mmm, maybe, if i get to kiss you again, Traffy." He chuckles, bitting down on the food between Law's fingers and then licking up the juice.

They ignore their crews telling them to get a room xd.

Luffy still gets the opposite of cravings since he always gets what he wants and indulges his desires, so his body, when with baby, just goes full in on food aversion.

Law has instead come up with creative ways of getting Luffy to eat and being forced to eat better as well. Luffy only eating as long as it's on Law's plate, also means the heart pirates have to tag along even longer with the strawhats xd

[factual-fantasy]

28 ASKS!! THANK YOU!! :DD

@nerdyskullcap

WAAAA THANK YTOIU SIO MUCH!! I WILL EAT THIS ASK WIRTH A SIDE OF RANCH AND CHERIGH IT FOREVERRR 💖💖✨💖😭😭

@foxythefox711

I do intend to get back around to my FNAF AU soon. Rn I'm just going through it™ and don't feel like dealing with all the work and effort it takes to draw those big comics.. I'd just rather draw simple ocs and random memes for now.

That's a good question.. I'd like to think that normally they would. But with Calico Jack loosing his leg maybe he's not as stable as he once was.. I can see the both of them jumping off of something and Kwazii sticks the landing but Jack falls flat due to his peg leg 💔

@khoiazo (Post in question)

Oh yeah I got Bonnet. :0 But thank you for the reminder! I almost forgot her too the first time around <XD

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH! I'M GLAD YOU LIKED THEM!! :DD And I'm glad you liked Coconut especially! I wasn't super sure of her design so this is nice to hear! :}}

As for the koopalings, they are in my Mario AU, I just never got around to properly drawing them for it-

Its intended that they live in Bowsers secret castle somewhere. Guarded by Kamek, Kammy and the entire Blue paratroopa population. :0

@ravenslog

Oh sure! No problem with that :00 Thank you so much for asking first! It means the world to me <:}}}

@citrusfruitman (Post in question)

:DD Thank you!!! And I'm glad I got the tags right <XDD

As for the Octonauts, Kwazii probably wouldn't be surprised at all XDD But everyone else would freak out. "Talking cookies???"

@minnesotamedic186

I know,, I know, I'm ashamed <XD

Making him look like Davy Jones was only way I could capture the personality I wanted for him 💔 My only defense is that he doesn't have a beard like Davy-

TH.... THANK YOUUU,,, SOO MUCH!!! 💖💖😭💖

:D Thank you!! I'm glad you liked it!! :}}}

AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DDDD 💖💖💖

Thank you so much! :D And maybe someday I'll return to transformers :00

@thedorkyidiot

Hmm.. I'd say maybe some of the game environments? Like the Minecraft title screen :0

@kaiserdarken

By default I feel like Funtime Foxy would be the better "performer". Foxy is a little closer to a Daycare attendant than he is to a stage performer. :0

@itsumikorokotoyomonoko

:D Thank you! I'm honored :)) ALSO NOO DON'T CRY IM SORRY-- <XDD

@ocinstituterep

I basically completely threw out 60% of it, heavily rewrote 35% and kept 5% relatively the same XD

Ohhh I see :0

(Post in question)

XDD I'm glad you liked it!

@luna-purple454

The idea is that Papyrus didn't kill anyone. But Seam doesn't know that.

What happened is.. something.. swept through the underground and killed everyone. It wasn't a human or a monster. It wasn't even really a person.. It was just.. something.

Maybe it was a sound, a song? And everyone stepped outside to hear it. Only to be obliterated all at once..

Papyrus for some reason wasn't killed. And he was left all alone. The event left him so traumatized that he.. didn't really truly process it? Papyrus just goes through his usual daily routine as if nothing is wrong.

The land around Papyrus started to deteriorate though. With no one to run the core and regulate the temperatures.. Hotlands cooled down and Snowdin warmed up. All the snow melted, the trees and grass became dehydrated and died.

There was no new food being grown or made so everything expired. Papyrus was left with just soup cans and non perishables. With Sans "not being around" to patch his battle body.. it started to develop tears and busted seams overtime..

This AU is horrible. And Papyrus has basically completely lost his mind. And he had nothing to do with it.. it just.. happened. They all just.. died. And anything else he had in his life started to decay overtime too..

Its a shame that this situation ended up making Papyrus look like the villain. If Seam had known the truth, maybe things would have been different..

@skywillow28022

In my AU there are not multiple chain chomps. There is only 1 chain chomp. And he is this huge disgusting pile of molten metal and teeth, whos very spine is bolted to the castles basement floor. Its this absolutely horrible creature, whos as big as a 2 story house. It makes horrible inhuman sounds.. and it always hungry..

Due to it being locked away in Bowsers basement, the bros have never encountered it thankfully. But if they ever did, it would probably try to eat them.. And the only power ups that could really damage the chain chomp would be the super star. Which is very rare and the bros haven't exactly learned how to control it yet..

@danman22ful

Thank you so much! :D And its not going to be Circus Baby's entertainment and rentals or Circus babys pizza world. And its not connected to Fazbear Entertainemnt.

I'm thinking that its a classical styled circus. Tents and all. They travel from place to place like old timey circus's did. :0

@patatalota

Its always a shame to hear when people found me through pinterest.. but I'm glad you're at the source now and you like what you see! :}}

I feel like maybe DJ, DA and Freddy might participate in their "birthdays". But Chica, Monty and Roxy?.. Theyyyy probably wouldn't be interested.. :(

@ghfhgkfngjvfnvfnvmfkf

I got plans for Lolbit don't worry XD

After looking it up on YouTube, it appears to be an ice skating act..? Its beautiful! But none of the Circus members are ice skaters.. :(

(Post in question)

XD Oh yeah for sure. Circus Baby and Freddy definitely manhandled him through it-

@beryl-shade

Huh, what a combo! I'm not sure what that would look like :00

Sorry, I don't take requests!

[pixelatedraindrops]

Hello everyone!! Today I grow a year older :3 (and I hate it lmao) FEEL FREE TO REPLY BIRTHDAY WISHES IF YOU WANT :3

So, over the time I've come back here, I've become pretty confident and proud of my once hidden passion about sick characters, sickfics and sick comfort/whump... 🌡️

And you all have been so supportive and sweet despite my weirdness so I thank you for that. You helped me feel more confident in my otherwise weird fixation <3 So, for my birthday I thought I'd try and make up a little drawing challenge for anyone who wants to give it a try... There are soo many talented artists on this site (and in this fandom)

So... It's your turn to target your faves now. You will see how fun it is and hopefully understand why I love doing it so much. 😈🌡️

(plus it's my birthday and I require some sustenance LMAO JKJK)

But yeah anyone can join in. This is just for fun though! You don't have to if you don't want to! I think its okay to ask for some food on my birthday though...right?? X'D So if you wanna do sth for my birthday...then... 👉👈 💦

CHALLENGE BELOW~

DRAW YOUR FAVE ON A SICK DAY CHALLENGE🌡️😷🥵🤧

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(Mmmmkay, I am lying to myself when I say this isn't mostly aimed at the RainCode community... X'D Can't help myself. But anyone can join regardless of the fandom!!)

So here's the challenge and the rules!! (featuring my two main lil targets ofc :3)

Regardless of who it is, put your fave through some sickness hell >:3c I'd love to see it! Make em' as miserable as you want!

destroy them 😈 jkjk XD

If you're in the RainCode community you can target anyone, but as you know, my main targets are Yuma and Makoto. If they're also your faves and who you decide to use, that will make me extra happy!

Some tips for anyone new to drawing a sick day scenario art. A few things that make it look convincing are the following:

Pajamas or Loungewear

Messy Bed Hair

Fever flushed face w sweat or at least a red nose

Tired Eye bags

Shivery body

Ice Pack or a Compress on the head

Thermometer sticking from their mouth

LOTS OF BLANKETS

Tissues or medicine surrounding them

Tea or Soup (or both)

Those are just to name some from the top of my head. If you'd like some pointers on how to make a character look ill, check out my Fever Coloring Guide. This is for digital artists but traditional artists can try it too!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

The scene can be anything you want to, it can be fluffy and wholesome (with a caretaker) it can be angsty, or it can be silly. Its all up to you! Do it for the sake of fluff! Caretaking scenes are the best for any kind of relationship >w<

Either way, have fun with it!! I look forward to see what people make if they decide to give it a try! It doesn't even have to be a full on picture! Doodles and sketches are fine too! Just show me something >w<

(feel free to tag me and say happy b-day and mention my challenge, I am proud to be known for this and would love for many to participate :3) I wanna see you take a go at it :3 Show me your style! :D

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(wow look at me misspelling the word writing on text when I did it fine with my own hands lol)

Now, I know not everyone can draw...

Well never fear! I accept writing as well! ✍️✍️✍️

(hi vivia lol sorry for giving you a cold, at least you have an excuse to read and do nothing now haha x3)

Sickfics are one of the biggest things I live for! Any little drabbles or full fics with more than one chapter are welcome! Again target who you want any fandom you want, but I'll def be super happy if you make a RainCode fic. And even happier if you target my faves as well, but again, anything will do! Just make a cute story about your fave being miserable and being tended to! Trust me, it's super fun!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

Feel free to post your writing here and tag me or mention my AO3!

If you need a start to your fic, look on my blog for illness prompts! Maybe it can help give you a good start or give some inspiration! (thats why I share 'em :3)

I look forward to anything you try to write!

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That's about all!! I hope you decide to participate! ✨

Good luck, have fun, and godspeed you future whumpers! 😈

(nah jk XD)

AGAIN THIS IS FOR FUN! NO PRRSSURE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO!

[goron-king-darunia]

Eggtober 12th 2023

"Forbidden": Fried Eggs and Bacon

(Clip Studio Paint, Gouache Brush, Dry Gouache Brush, Gouache Blender, and some Pencil Brush details. Labor of love, however many colors, 2 hours.)

If you guess the source before you see the speedpaint, then I did it correctly. ;D

@lady-quen's breadbugs will have to wait for the fire to die down before they can snatch an eggy or two. And tagging @quezify, the, ahem, Wizard of Fried Eggs.

(This time I am not forgetting the speedpaint! Look at all those beginning details that end up hidden. XD

In other news, fire is hard to draw. I will have to do a study of it. Last time I drew fire it was for the background of my current icon and I used a method that would not work for this piece.

The reflection in the pan was hard too, the fan art I was referencing did is so perfectly. I'll have to study it further to properly do it justice.

I was going to use the grid method to make a more perfect study, but honestly it would have taken way longer and put way too much stress on it for me, I think, trying to get it perfect. Especially trying to put eyes on Calcifer. So it's all freehand and all eyeballed so you can see the pan is a little wonky. Also I couldn't find a good reference for the log-holder/grating in the hearth and I wasn't gonna pull out my DVD and get sidetracked for an hour for that one detail. So yeah, that part is just... being cleaned by Sophie. Or Howl disappeared it from the frame.

Anyway, 10/10, Ghibli really knows how to make food look ethereal and perfect and otherworldly and I hope I captured that with the unrealistically red bacon because yeah, I want to eat it even more when it's bright red for some reason... I was going to try to fit in a slice of bread and bowl of tea (That IS tea, right?) but didn't have a good place composition-wise to put it.

I wanted to do this piece last year but I decided that I would save it for a potential "film only" eggs ensemble, but couldn't resist this year. The pull was too strong. Besides, if I do more eggs from movies and TV, then I can always make a collection of them later.

Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys! And this time I made SURE not to forget the speedpaint! The file is too beefy for me to share on discord with friends, so I'm happy Tumblr can accept my hefty chunky speedpaint file!

[kydrogendragon]

Bees? Bees!

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Lmao, literally everyone has asked for bees xD Alrighty, tagging @pluckyyoungdonna and @introvertbibliophile since y'all asked for bees as well.

This was a Febuwhump prompt I hadn't finished, but was very excited for. The premise being that there was an old tradition for beekeepers that if the beekeeper (or family of the beekeeper) passed away, one was supposed to knock on the hive and let them know, otherwise the bees wouldn't be able to process their grief and the hive would fail.

So this takes place post The Wake in a version where Dream and Hob grew very close (whether in a relationship or not, up to you).

Hob walks out into the back garden of his home in the countryside. The flowers were in bloom, the small patch of bush beans and tomatoes and peppers and a scattering of other vegetables they had planted together were flourishing. Their leaves were strong and hardy. Their fruit, plump and shiny. Hob still remembers Dream kneeling beside him, his fingers trailing through the dirt on the cloudy spring day. He’d just started this new life a year back and had wanted to return to his roots some. Plus, food prices kept going up and it was satisfying to eat what you’ve grown with hard work. He had planned to make a dinner for the two of them with the harvest of their garden. The sun is shining bright and the air is sticky warm with humidity. It’s far too nice of a day for this. There should be rain, he thinks. Dream would have found it thematic. He dips into the storage shed at the edge of the gate and pulls the veiled hat over his head. He wouldn’t need the whole outfit, not for what he’s doing. He’s got jeans and a long sleeved shirt on as is. It’ll do. Besides, it’s not like he can die, right? The beehive sits inside a ring of wildflowers. Dream had planted those. Said they came from the dreams of the bees themselves. Hob had laughed, said they were going to have the most spoiled bees this side of the Thames. The flowers have wilted now—the only sign of decay amongst the thriving summer life. Hob tries not to cry. Clusters of honeybees dance around the wooden box, waggling with their pollen coated legs, talking in dance to their sisters. Dream had spent hours out here when they’d first gotten the hive set-up. He says their patterns and movements reminded him of the movements of early star’s dreams and the nightmares of some alien race Hob’s never heard of. (In fact, that was the first time he’d learned that aliens are also real.) He kneels beside the hand painted wood, trailing his fingers across the sun-worn black paint of two ravens—one much more realistic than the other. Dream had drawn the first one. A small raven with a white breast. Jessamy, Hob had learned. He’d heard her name, heard her story. Now he knew what she looked like. Matthew, who’d been enjoying the bird seed left out for the natives, cawed that he deserved a spot on the box as well, so Hob had done his best to make a decent rendition of him beside Jessamy. The smaller, fine brushstrokes of Dream’s hand over his own painting—refining it, bringing life and shape to the black blob—still remain.

The WIP Game list

[fubardish]

Hey!! I love your work (both vore and non vore)

I have a bunch of questions if that's okay

1: Do you have any ocs you do vore with besides MobFlams?

2: Are you open for rp?

3: What are your favourite vore tropes (both safe and fatal?)

4: This is a nonsexual vore blog, right?

HeyHeeyyy!! And hell yes, les gooo

1 - Do you have any ocs you do vore with besides MobFlams?

Yes I have WAY more pred OCs up my sleeve, but I'm hyperfocusing on MobFlams all the time because... I like mobster preds :^)

Here we got my boy Kenji:

He's angry most of the time and a horrible glutton. I often draw him in various AUs because in canon he doesn't (always) eat humans. And when he DOES eat people, it's uhh... not safe :). Probably. You've gotta be REAL good friends to do safe vore with him, tho I think he wouldn't mind some casual mouth exploring?

And then we've got my man Yaten:

Again, his canon version actually doesn't eat humans AT ALL. In fact he hates it (which is why I sometimes do unaware with him, whoops :^) ) But because I am absolutely OBSESSED with creating AUs of my OCs, I obviously did also one with Yaten as a giant mean Seadevil merman that eats people. Safe and fatal, both works with him. But he's always mean and full of himsel >:]

And then I've got big nice uncle Hiroki:

He's Flams' best buddy and he's NICE. Safe vore? Absolutely yes. He can go fatal on AUs, but in canon is super friendly. Loves eating people and keeping them safe.

And then another character I love who's not mine, Andre:

He's my friend's character, but I designed him for my buddy. I often draw him because I like him... a lot 8). Also very friendly, loves humans and will never hurt them. Safe vore. Yes absolutely :)

Man... I AM really hyper-focusing on Flams. I got so many OCs I rarely draw vore with, holy shit XD

2 - Are you open for rp?

Right now, yes. Though again I prefer multi-paragraph RPs most of the time. But either way, if you're interested shoot me a DM with what you're interested in playing and we can talk about it :>

3 - What are your favourite vore tropes (both safe and fatal?)

When it comes to safe vore, I ADORE pred that wants to keep the prey warm from the cold. Spooky teasing is also very good, I LOVE cat and mouse scenes. Always a bit of thrill makes vore real gud, I love it. However when it comes with the trope of trusting eachother despite being scared of the pred MHMM YES THAT SHIT. It feels like an extended hug, but it's a spooky scary hug. A hug that keeps you safe from the outside world <3

In fatal vore I LOVE evil preds. They're just eating because they gotta eat :). Not caring too much and happily devouring spooked little peeps. Better when it comes with foodplay. Teasing the prey that they're just food and enjoying every bit of their fear and struggle. Unaware vore is also an absolute favorite of mine. Prey getting themselves accidentally stuck in food and getting eaten. They beg to be let out but either pred doesn't hear them over eating more food or they just don't care.

My two preferences in vore are VEEEERRY different from eachother, I'm aware of that. It's horrible XD. I really like both! But it's hard to keep them both in this blog because I know not everyone is fan of fatal. But I've come to a point where I don't care too much anymore. I'm gonna tag my art accordingly so that people can avoid it.

4 - This is a nonsexual vore blog, right?

Yes, absolutely! I always see vore as something non-sexual. As much as it goes into fatal and nasty stuff, I'm always seeing it as non-sexual. However even non-sexual stuff can be NSFW (as in not safe for work, in NOT LOOKING AT IT DURING WORK, I would never look at vore during that, holy shit no) But basically yes, it's non-sexual still. But please this blog is still +18 so no minors :'). Go look at my friendly blog where I have super harmless comic lmao

[ihni]

Fic rec tag game

(And yes, I'm making a new one because I feel like it)

Rules (more like "guidelines" ...): Rec some fics that fit the categories below (feel free to skip some if you want)! Maybe tag some people if you want. And if you see this and think this looks like fun, consider yourself tagged! :)

I'll start. And I have read a LOT so I'm gonna say right now that it's gonna be difficult to pick just ONE fic for each category ... (Also if I mention your fic in this, yes you're automatically tagged)

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Fic that made you laugh: Play with me (Stranger Things) by @sanguine-tenshi In which Tommy, Billy, Steve and Eddie are trapped in the Upside Down for a while, and do what bored boys do when they're bored. No, not that XD "Boys being boys" at its best!

Fic that made you cry: panache (Stranger Things) by zoetropes In which ... I can't even explain it all. Just. Prom, guys. All you need to know is that I ugly-cried at chapter 17 and that I love it so much that I learned how to animate gifs simply so I could express my emotions over it. (When this fic is done I wanna print it and eat it)

Fic that made your heart melt: Prince Among Wolves (Teen Wolf) by Wrenegade (Wrenegadeone) The one where Derek has twins and work too much with his important work, and Stiles is the most awesome babysitter ever. I just ... melt over this one. And to think that once, I foolishly believed I didn't like kid fics ...

Fic that made you have to take a break while reading (perhaps you had to get up and walk the room for a bit): Third Person Singular (The Hobbit) by Wealhtheow21 Companion piece to another fic, "To Find Our Long-Forgotten Gold" which is also so good. Written from Kíli's POV, with language so CHOPPY and ... poignant? That it sometimes felt like a punch to the throat.

Old fic that for whatever reason stayed with you over the years: Responsibility (SeaQuest) by Jules In which everyone gets sick and Lucas has to take care of everyone and everything and whoopsie, some baddies are trying to take over the ship. I haven't read it in forever, I can't find it anywhere now, but I remember loving it. Lovely, lovely exhaustion fic.

Fic that inspired you to do something in real life: The Garrison Reserve (The Musketeers) by chapstickaddict and readwing In which they're all running a restaurant together. This fic combines my love for fic with the love for food, and made me buy wine for the first time in my life so I could make a proper risotto. (It was so good, too)

Fic that inspired you to do some kind of fanwork (+what that fanwork was): Words Left Unsaid (Stranger Things) by @lemonlovely In which the boys get to know each other and grow closer. I will forever subscribe to this fic <3 (And it inspired a rhyme: "Another boy's mother")

Fic that introduced you to a favorite trope: Persistence Hunting (Guardians of the Galaxy) by grocketinmypocket In which Peter proves that humans are indeed terrifying creatures. I read it for the first time ten years ago. Got me into the whole humans-are-space-orcs thing. Love it.

Fic that you'd consider a guilty pleasure (bad term for it though, no fics should make you feel guilty because fanworks are life!): Rich Man's World (The Flash) by @robininthelabyrinth Accountant!Len. Whenever I need a pick-me-up, I can always fall back on this random, but utterly lovely fic.

Fic with a ship you didn't really consider until this fic: Secrets Make This Town (Stranger Things) by @thingsalexwrites In which ... you know what? Read the summary. It's Billy/Steve/Hopper, and it's so soft and sweet (despite being basically porn).

A WIP you love: In Your Reflection (Stranger Things) by @stuffinggroves / Timetravelersunited In which Billy deals with hunger. Which I am so weak for in fics! Love this fic so far, it brings me joy.

An all-time favorite fic (AN, note that I wrote AN ... not THE): Grievance (Thor) by @peaceheather In which Loki is promptly and publicly adopted by a capable and caring Tyr. It's amazing. The whole "Odin's son, Tyr's son" series is amazing. I have it printed.

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And, just 'cause, let me tag some people (feel free to ignore, of course): @dragonflylady77 @callieb @weird-an @desperate-not-serious @robthegoodfellow and uuuuh I'm too tired to add more - if you wanna do it, please do it :) I wanna see your recs.

[insanefan]

Writer Interview Tag

Thanks for the tag @hydropyro!

I will tag hmmm @gothic-ivory and... whomever else might feel inclined to join in!

Questions and answers below the cut <3

When did you start writing?

I used to write stories in primary school, I know. I believe about 5th grade was when it really started, with my stories about my dogs being superheroes. Grand adventures for these creatures who meant so much to me. Then, in 7th grade, we had a creative writing assignment in English - a gathering of witches! We had lots of prework for it, everyone had to write a 'postcard home', 'what does your character see in the crystal ball', 'what's in their suitcase' and so on and so forth, but then finally we were let loose.

Now, I'm writing this in English too, so one might think "ah well, pretty normal then". But I am not English, now am I xD No, at this point we'd had English lessons for about four years, I believe? The weakest in class wrote a story of about two pages. It was a good effort! But English was hard. I didn't understand it, but I could still appreciate the effort. Now me though... at ten pages my teacher went "you need to stop". I ended up with twelve. That sort of... sets a starting point, I think. That's when I went "ohh. oh I like this."

So I suppose what that means is; I started writing stories in English in 7th grade. 12 yrs old! Starting to be a while. And, uh, I've kept at it since. 90 % of the time in English. I started writing fanfiction also at 12, though a bit later in the year, and since I wanted to talk with people about it, I had to write in the 'shared' language, as it were.

My aunt, currently a journalist but previously an author, laments that I don't write in Norwegian. She claims there's a power in writing your own language. She may well be right. Maybe I'll get to it sometime.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

Well, yes. I am a voracious reader. Always have been. I do mainly enjoy a variety of fantasy and folk genres, but I am also of mind that it's incredibly healthy to broaden your own horizons, so I often get books at the library that the librarians have recommended for one reason or another, even if I would not necessarily have chosen them myself. 8/10 times I enjoy them and learn something new. So I read a lot also in non-fantasy genres, though not a lot of sci-fi.

When it comes to my writing, it's 1) mainly fanfiction these days or 2) RP. The fanfiction I usually write in the universe it's set, though granted that's often one fantasy world or another, while the RP I tend to go looking for more fantasy-esque things. I'm also very much a 'fluff and angst' writer; tragedy and comfort, exploring one's own path to healing and the sharing of affection and warmth between characters is something I write a lot of. Should I branch out and try to tackle deeper themes, other ideas? Maybe. I might, if I get inspired at some point.

It might be it's easier if I try my hand at more original fiction. Food for thought.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

Not really? There is always inspiration to be found in reading other things, and there's the concept that 'everything is copied from somewhere' and whatnot, but I really think it's more a case that everything you read, see, hear, experience and learn becomes part of this massive pool of knowledge you have. That you can pull from when you write. And sometimes that means you emulate a specific writing style. But I can't say it's something I am actively trying to, nor have I had my work compared with anything insofar as I'm aware.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

My writing space is wherever I'm sitting comfortably with my laptop accessible. Or a notebook. I do have around 15 notebooks full from cover to cover with writing from my younger days, and they're hilarious to look through, not least because gods beyond have I improved since! But I write much, much faster with a computer.

I had a shitty laptop from I was around 12, but it was at upper secondary that I really started writing on the computer for real; we got our own laptops from school, and I spent... probably too much time writing stories instead of doing my actual schoolwork xD I still have all of those texts! Put them in my dropbox and have carried them around since. I believe I'm up to about 1500 separate documents for different stories now.

Of course, sometimes you can't bring your laptop, and that's when notebooks are good to have again. Or, in worst case, my phone. I do have a note app, I just sincerely dislike writing on the phone with its annoying autocorrection and whatnot.

Also tho, I did recently get a paper tablet (reMarkable) for work which feels like writing on paper and can turn handwritten text into computer text (to some degree; I have shit handwriting) and can regardless save the files so I have them in one place 👀 It's a very expensive notebook but so far I am loving it A Lot.

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Lamenting about the lack of one? Honestly, I'm not quite sure. Sometimes I get inspiration out of nowhere, sometimes I struggle. Music can help, sometimes.

What is your reason for writing?

Otherwise I'd never get peace! There's always ideas swirling about in my head of various completion and loudness. If I don't write they take up too much space, not allowing me the space for other things, like, say, my work. I need the ideas out on paper or in a document to trap them there!

Honestly though, I also simply enjoy being able to describe events. Describe things that are happening to the characters, how they're reacting to them, what it does with them. I'm something of an introspective writer, I suppose, I'm very interested in the inner cognitive life of the characters I'm writing, and so it's almost always an exploration because these characters, much like people, are multi-faceted and don't necessarily react as expected.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

Hah! If people comment or interact with me regarding my writing, literally anything motivates me. Showing excitement for my excitement becomes excitement^2 you know? So really, even a comment as simple as "I like this character!" will cheer me and motivate me, though of course the moment you start commenting "I liked when character x did this" or "what are your plans for character y?" I will end up in high gear because then it's a conversation.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

Do they think about me? Odd thought. I'm always surprised when someone tells me they've thought about me if I'm not present. Which is also an odd thing, isn't it? The idea that you slip your friends' mind if you're not an active presence?

May or may not be a result of bullying in my youth, that one. Gotta work on it.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I suppose perhaps character development? I enjoy multi-faceted characters, so I often try to make mine as 'human' as possible, with all our faults and fantastic abilities. There's nothing I enjoy as much as putting a character in situations and having them realise things about themselves.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

All told it's probably a bit of a mix, but it leans to writing for myself. I've posted some things, both back in the days when fanfiction.net was it and on ao3, but as previously mentioned; 1500 documents. I've posted, what, 15 things on ao3? I write because I want to write and because I can't find what I want to read and thus need to write it myself. If someone else enjoys it too, it makes me happy! But it's no necessity.

How do you feel about your own writing?

I enjoy it! I will reread my own stories on a pretty frequent basis, honestly, because I've written them for me. When people also offer a lil compliment or comment that they like it too, it's incredibly nice, but in the end, yes, I do like my own writing.

Still things to learn, but I can learn them while enjoying it, instead of learning them because of feeling misery.

[sarahjswift]

You Don't Always Have to Watch Them - IWHAIWSA Chapter 2

Hello everyone! I was originally going to wait until Thursday to post this chapter, but I'm having a pretty crappy Monday and wanted to get this out there. It brings me joy to read other's fanfics and I wondered if this would brighten people's day - plus, I love the validation I get from the comments XD. To everyone struggling with work and most of all school like I am, I sympathize and remember - summer is almost here! I had multiple huge tests today - and this whole week - so good luck to all those who have the same :)

Word Count: 2.7k (it's a long one!)

Warnings: Light Smut, Language

Tag List <3 : @backtobl4ck, @blue-bird17, @renxzs, and @aelinchocolatelover. These are my amazing wonderful tag listers - just let me know if you'd like to be added!

I hope you all enjoy this chapter <333333 Have an amazing Monday!!

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Only the intense sunlight streaming in through the bay windows managed to wake Aelin up at 8 in the morning. She groaned and rolled over, tugging her sheets over her head as her mind began to register. With a start, she sat up as she remembered the events of the previous day. 

There was an extremely hot man living literally right next door who was the father to her daughter’s new best friends. No biggie. Not a big deal. 

“Gods,” she muttered as she hopped out of bed. No use trying to sleep now. She crept across her room to her bathroom, careful not to wake Eve, and switched on the lights. Blinking at the harshness of it, she stared at herself in the mirror. She sported purple smudges, bedhead, and red splotches on her cheek from where the pillow was. Great. 

After a quick shower, Aelin brushed her hair back into a braid and pulled on her swimsuit before slipping into her favorite sundress - a perfect sky blue dress that was tight on her chest and waist and ended with a flowy skirt. She spritzed on some of her Gucci perfume - the perfume Eve liked to call “Mommy’s fancy scent” because she so rarely used it - in the scent of “lemon verbena”.  Some mascara and subtle lipstick and she was ready for the day. 

There was no reason why Aelin was getting so fancy and dressed up. Not at all. “And it doesn’t,” she scolded herself in the mirror, “have to do with Eve’s playdate later.” 

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“Mommy, I want a popsicle,” Eve whined, dragging her feet through the hallway. She was in her swimsuit all geared up for a breakfast at the pool in her purple swimsuit and floaties, googles plastered to her head. She looked absolutely adorable, and Aelin’s heart strained every time she looked at her daughter. 

“Sweetie, can I get a picture, please?” Aelin asked, choosing to ignore her kid’s earlier request. Eve frowned and shook her head, stamping her foot. “Please, Eve. Just one for Dad?”

Aelin tried not to let her hurt show as Eve’s face lit up and she beamed, posing in the hallway. She snapped a quick photo and sent it to Sam before tucking the phone in her tote bag and continuing down the hall. 

“You can’t have a popsicle, but there will be pancakes at breakfast.” Aelin took her daughter’s small, slightly sticky hand and smiled down at Eve. “And we’ll have ice cream later.”

“Thank you Mommy,” Eve squealed, giving her mother a side hug. 

They reached the pool and Aelin sighed with delight at the sight of the pristine resort, facing a view of the ocean far below. The pool was massive, with a diving board and water slides, and the area was decorated with picnic tables decked with food. Families milled about, adults chatting as they ate and kids playing happily in the pool.

“Isn’t this just beautifu-” Aelin’s statement was interrupted by Eve’s screech of delight and she watched with alarm as her daughter raced through the crowd, arms flung out to see-

Lilly and Henri, running toward her with beams on their faces, and Rowan, following close behind with a focused expression on his face as he struggled to keep up with his kids. At the sight of him, her heart dropped - and when he noticed her, his face went slack. She forced a smile on her face and walked toward them. 

“I thought we weren’t seeing you until this afternoon!” she greeted the family - or rather, Rowan, who was the only one listening. The kids had already headed toward the mountains of food in the corner. 

“Guess we had the same idea.” Rowan’s gaze flicked between her lips and back to her eyes and Aelin felt her heartbeat grow faster. She took a short breath and cleared her throat, motioning toward the pool. 

“Are you going to swim?”

“If the kids are, yeah.” 

Aelin raised an eyebrow. “Rowan. You do realize that there are like five lifeguards on their shift right now? You don’t have to constantly watch them.”

Something flickered behind his beautiful eyes. “It’s fine. It makes me feel better.” 

“Well…,” Aelin began, stepping closer. “While the kids eat we could swim. They’re fine and safe out of the water, right?”

“Depends on who you ask,” Rowan snorted, but when Aelin took one step closer he nodded. “Alright. Let’s swim.” 

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Aelin had never felt more scandalous as the moment she pulled off her sundress to reveal her swimsuit, the same one from yesterday. It wasn’t skimpy - she wouldn’t wear that with her kid present - but it was very flattering on her figure. She locked eyes with Rowan as she stepped out of her flip-flops and he pulled off his shirt. An image flashed before her of him doing the exact same thing later, but they were alone with no kids, no adults. In a bedroom. 

“Do you think the water will be cold?” Rowan asked as they neared the pool. 

“I kind of hope so,” Aelin laughed, shading her eyes from the hot morning sun beating down on them. 

They neared the deep end and paused there, waiting to see what the other would do. “Are you going to go in, or just stand there all day?” she teased. Rowan gave her a challenging grin that made her want to blush like a teenager and she watched in delight as he took two steps back and then made a running dive into the pool. 

She clapped her hands, laughing as he came up. His hair was plastered to his face and he swept it back, motioning with a hand for her to come into the pool. “Oh Gods no,” she said breathlessly. He raised an eyebrow and climbed up the ladder again. She watched, confused, as he walked over to her, dripping water, and grabbed her arm. 

Even soaking wet, his hand was warm and she hoped he couldn’t feel her pulse jump under his grasp. She took shallow breaths as he pulled her to him, maintaining intense eye contact as he gently pulled her forward, forward - 

Before she knew it, Aelin had plunged into the icy pool, Rowan’s hand remaining steady on her arm. She squealed like a child and felt her feet hit the bottom. Forcing her eyes open, she saw Rowan counting down with his hands. At his signal, they both pushed off and shot up into the air. 

Aelin couldn’t breath from her laughter, and to her delight Rowan was hooting loudly, his face lit into brilliancy with joy and humor. He was so beautiful like that he took her breath away, and she didn’t have control over her body as she leaned forward and -

Fuck, fuck! Her high was wearing off and she couldn’t kiss him but her movement had been obvious and Rowan was surveying her, wide-eyed. In the split second she had to decide, she lifted up her head and pressed her lips to his forehead. His skin was warm under her lips, and her eyes may or may not have closed briefly before she pulled back. 

Rowan was watching her, his eyes darkening, and she felt his hands on her shoulders tense, saw his whole body tense.  As if a nightmare, he released her and slowly swam away, toward the ladder. Aelin watched him go, toward his children, before sinking underwater, the sting of rejection and mortification overwhelming her. She squeezed her eyes shut as the tears threatened to fall before pushing up again, determined to keep her head high and go take care of her daughter. 

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Two crying kids were just what Rowan needed to solidify this absolutely perfect day. Apparently Lilly and Henri were so upset over being “torn away” from Eve they took it upon themselves to cry hysterically as Rowan dragged them to the playground. Now that they had finally calmed down, he watched them from a bench as they played tag with the other kids at the playground. 

His jaw was clenched so tight he was sure his teeth were going to fall out as his mind replayed the dreaded event over and over again. He was such a fucking idiot. The most dazzling woman he’d ever seen had kissed him - on the forehead, but whatever - and he’d gaped at her like an idiot and then swam away. 

It didn’t even register in his mind that Aelin hadn’t kissed him on the mouth - her lips had sent such shocks of electricity through him that she might as well have. But in the moment, when he felt like he could collapse, Lyria and the events of the past two years had flashed through his mind and he couldn’t help his horror. 

Rowan couldn’t, wouldn’t, go through what he had with Lyria again - for his heart, yes, but mostly for his children. Their divorce had been so ugly, and the events before that so miserable, he was sure Henri and Lilly were scarred for life. 

As if on cue, his phone erupted with a call from his ex-wife, her smiling profile filling the screen. He glared down at his phone, debating whether or not to answer, before finally picking up. It’d be more trouble than it was worth. 

“Hello?” Rowan felt his stomach drop at the sound of her voice in his ear - sweet like honey, just as he’d fallen in love with her ten years ago at twenty. 

“What do you want,” he gritted out.

“C’mon, honey. I just want to talk to them. Give me five minutes, I promise I’ll-”

“You’ll what? Convince them to come visit you and make me give up this vacation to go watch them?”

He could feel Lyria’s leash slip and her annoyance filled her voice. “Gods, you don’t need to watch them all the fucking time when they’re with me! I’m their gods-damned mother!”

“Based on the way you treated me in the seven years we were married, I’d say I have pretty good reason to watch them,” Rowan snarled. All the events of the day caught up to him and he began pacing around the bench. 

“Oh my fucking Gods. You’re just mad because I’m the only woman who ever thought you weren’t perfect and I told you so and so you’re pissed-”

“Fucking tearing me down every day in front of my children and slapping me during fights is what happened. Not the gaslighting shit you spun for the judge. Save it.”

“Look, my prison time is almost up and then I’ll be on parole. If you’d just-”

At her words, Rowan’s head and stomach emptied out. Lyria would be out of prison soon - on parole? Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

“I’m not listening to this shit. I’m going back to my vacation with my children, whom you have no right to see.” Rowan near-shouted, hanging up the phone. He threw it onto the ground forcefully, blowing out a breath of relief as it bounced harmlessly off of some moss. 

He turned again toward his children, who were obliviously playing hide-and-seek. Collapsing onto the bench, he closed his eyes and focused again on the static electricity from before. 

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Rowan: I’m sorry. I had a really toxic ex-wife and I just got reminded of it. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I’m a bad person. 

Aelin: *typing*

Aelin: It’s ok

Aelin: I shouldn’t have violated that. It’s not what I’m trying to teach Eve. I need to respect personal space

Rowan: Well if that’s the case I’ve been not…great in that department either haha

Aelin: oh?

Aelin: I don’t remember that, mr. perfect. When was this shocking event?

Rowan: *typing*

Rowan: earlier. When I grabbed you at the pool. 

Aelin: *typing*

Aelin: That’s alright. I liked it

Aelin: i liked it a lot haha

Rowan: *typing*

Rowan: and I liked everything that happened after that. 

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Aelin stared down at her phone screen. It was ten pm and Eve was long asleep, leaving Aelin sitting alone in her room watching YouTube, before Rowan had texted. Now, they were engaged in a very steamy phone conversation. 

She leaned against the cool wall, breathing deep, knowing that he was on the other side of the plywood. Her phone dinged and she eagerly looked down - and let out an involuntary groan. 

Rowan had sent her the world’s most adorable picture - a selfie of him in a large hoodie, giving the camera a thumbs-up and tired smile. Henri and Lilly were sleeping on either side of him, covered in blankets. 

Aelin felt her mind overload with the absolute cuteness of it and without thinking she saved the photo to her phone. For his profile picture, she told herself. 

Well, now she had to send him one back. She frowned down at herself - her hair was unbrushed and she was in sweats, but oh well. She held up her phone camera and threw a thumbs-up - as he had - at the camera, pouting her lips in a cute expression. 

Aelin: *attached image*

Aelin: my kid is in her room so i’m alone and not as cute but

Rowan: you’re adorable 

Aelin: i know 

Rowan: of course you do

Aelin: 😘

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Aelin was the most gods-damned beautiful woman Rowan had ever seen. He peered down at the photo she’d sent, eyes drinking in her allure. Even dressed down, she was breathtaking. 

He looked down at his children and slowly stood up, carrying them to their rooms. He stood there in the small living room for half a second before making up his mind. 

Meet me in the hallway, he texted Aelin before rushing toward the door. Before lurching it open like he longed to do, he checked his reflection in his phone camera. He looked tired and his hair was a mess, but - too late now. 

He opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. Aelin had read the message, and he could hear her footsteps from their room. His heart was in his throat as Aelin opened the door, walking toward him. In sweatpants and a hoodie, she looked as stunning as in her bikini. 

“Rowan?” she breathed, eyes wide. Rowan knew his eyes were probably nearly black but he couldn’t help himself as he reached around Aelin and shut both of their room doors. Aelin tracked every movement and pivoted her whole body to face him as he drew closer. 

“Aelin,” he began. His voice failed him and he gazed into the eyes of a goddess, trying to convey what he wanted. From what happened next, he was pretty sure she had gotten the message. 

Aelin drew in a sharp breath and slid her hand up his arm, leaving hot fire in its wake. Her hand slid up, up until she was cupping his cheek. Rowan leaned into it, not breaking her gaze. Aelin’s eyes were almost heavy-lidded now, and she took her other hand to pull Rowan to her. 

Rowan felt her lean into him, but he stood just taller than her that her nose bumped his jawline. He closed his eyes as he felt her press kisses along his jaw, taunting. She looked up at him with those damn eyes, and that’s when his control broke. 

With a snarl, he gripped her chin and drew his lips to hers, relief filling him as she tightened her hold against his neck. Without breaking the kiss, he turned so she was up against the wall, leaving her to his mercy. Aelin opened her mouth to him and he stifled a groan as their tongues brushed. 

Rowan moved his hands under her sweatshirt, finding with delight there was nothing but bare skin under it. He broke the kiss and pressed his lips to her neck, his hands stroking her waist, her sharp breaths like a melody. She plunged her hands into his hair, running her fingers through it, and there was nothing, nobody like her, and her scent was filling his nose and he was going to explode and -

Aelin froze and Rowan stiffened too as they both heard the sound of children’s footsteps. Hissing, Aelin moved away from him and swiftly moved back into her room. He felt the loss of her heat like someone had dumped a bucket of ice-cold water on him, but he just gritted his teeth and walked back into his room, locking the door behind him.

[be-side-my-self]

First watch of Season 4 of Only Murders In The Building (E4)

Rewatch of ONLY Murders In The Building to prepare for season 4:

<Part I> // <Part II> // <Part III> // <Part IIII> // <Part V> // <Part VI> // <Part VII> // <Part VIII>

<S4 E1> // <S4 E2> // <S4 E3>

This is no rewatch but my new posts can also easily be blocked because I'll continue to use #OMITBRewatch as a tag. I'll also tag #OMITBS4. While quoting, I use M, O, C for the main characters.

S4 E4

Again we start with a whistling sound

And the intro is like a horror movie

Who was the speaker? Is that a british accent?

I'm one of those lucky people that only have to get up at 07:30 on a workday.

Also Oliver is amazing, "Give me 10 minutes" and he instantly starts to snore. Well, old people need their sleep.

Did Mabel walk over in her sleeping clothes? Around the Arconia? Along the street? How is the West Tower connected???

So... cowboys, whistling, Portugal...

Oliver is spiraling.

O: "No, that is a one-way ticket to Cuck City, population: Putnam!"

Cuncussions is probably a bar.

It's a stuntman bar.

Oh! Trivia nights on thursdays! :D

O: "Susie, brightness down!" I am glad they didn't go "Siri, brightness down!" and everyone who watched it on their ipad would suddenly have a darker screen XD

Holy shit that bed is crazy and Howard is crazy too. I wonder what he is running away from? What is going on with Jonathan?

Aw, Howard :(

M: "Have you ever been to Hell's Kitchen?" C: "Yeah I have been eaten at Olivers." I love Mabels expression.

A fake IG account... with a complete backstory.

Who gave Oliver such a big ipad anyway? That is like 2k.

Mabel is dying a thousand deaths

... those stuntpeople are great.

Oh and it's an irish accent. Thank you subtitles!

Glen: "Or I was, till you fecker rubbed him out. " O: "Who feckers? Us feckers?" Glen: "All yas feckin' fecker took him from me!

Cheers! I'll drink to that.

That doll of a man?

Glen went crazy. ...

the CoBro poster in the background!

Glen is batshit but I like him.

... PLEASE HOWARD! That is obviously fake! There is no information on that flyer! What the fuck?? Don't get yourself in danger, Howard! Fame is not worth your life!

.... It was a real flyer. ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!

Josh Gad is playing Howard. Okay, I can see it.

Did the Brother sister just adopt Howard as a project?

Apparently they did.

Charles is getting cracked.

And a lot of guilt is within him.

... Hopefully we finally get some answers from the Westies.

Okay... it's about rent... let me go back to season one: “No one wants a murder podcast about real estate!”

Also the daughter having the hots for Rudy makes sense.

... what is this? Right kind of weirdo, wrong kind of weirdo... that is weird. Maybe even suspicious... not that they killed Sazz but they are still suspicious.

So, how many drinks does Charles has to lie on the pool table?

... omg they brake bottles on his head XDDD

Oh shit that was a real bottle and not sugar glass.

It's a real bar fight.

Glen: "Just like Sazz would have wanted."

Aw, a trampolin park :)

"The Sazz Pataki Impact Academy In Paradise, NJ -> 12 beautiful acres of jumping -> 36 1-2-person trampolines -> 12 family/group trampolines -> Food & games - fun for all ages! (owned & operated by a pro stunt person)

Bev is crazy... and that is probably not a real gun.

[ainulindaelynn]

Tagged by @newengland-shrike ❤️

Relationship Status: Married... more amicably than the last time I answered this question xD

Favorite Color: Greens, but I'm also keen on burgundy, burnt orange, and all teals (dark esp).

Song Stuck in Head: Ends of the Earth (Lord Huron)

Favorite Food: This recipe recently :)

Last Song Listened To: Photograph (Def Leppard)

Dream Trip: Anywhere I could be alone for a week sounds like a dream, honestly 😭 But for locations, somewhere alpine and quiet. The urge to curl up in a ball and hibernate is (maybe concerningly) strong right now.

Last Show: Critical Role, Campaign 1

Spicy, Sweet, or Savory: Savory!

Last Thing Googled: Pelennor. I was having a sibling discussion about Eomer (as one does) and doubted myself on that second n.

Favorite Game: I've been debating this for a week, since that tag-it post went around and you know what... I think it's RDR2 🫣 Explanation below the cut.

Going into it, I had zero interest in the premise/context and would have rejected it outright if I'd realized it didn't have dialogue options but.... They f*cking NAILED it. The way they built choice in without interrupting the flow.. And how the hell they put you so far inside Arthur's head is still a mystery to me. The emotional immersion is the best I've ever played. Hands down. Enough so that most people I know stopped playing mid-Chapter 4 because it's just... you feel it. Iykyk. But it works inversely too? I literally breathe more deeply wandering around West Elizabeth and the Grizzlies. Not a single game out there feels more peaceful to me. And stunning. So stunning. Story's amazing. Cast is amazing. Music is amazing. I don't know. It's a fucking journey, man. Everyone should play it once 😭

(Except maybe anyone teetering on the edge of depression... For me, it was catharsis, but I can see it going the other way. It's not gentle.)

This is similar to another recent one, so double no pressure tagging @brasideios @findusinaweek @leofrith @krankittoeleven @childrenofeden :)

[preciadosbass]

24/8/24 [3x DIYS — key + significant photos at end]

woke up at 9 and got out of bed as soon as i could. i then looked at boris on the camera i have set up in the kitchen [picture at end] and got dressed into something warm as it was raining outside. i put on my silent hill outfit [[im wearing this so much recently omg]: silent hill shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, knee high converse, two spiked cuffs [one with longer spikes and without a third row], mcr bracelet, panic! at the disco bracelet, sleeping with sirens bracelet, diy can tab bracelet, and a diy beaded bracelet. along with my kellin quinn necklace, a taxidermy scorpion necklace, a taxidermy raccoon tail and a silver studded belt across the right side of my hip/thigh.]

once i was ready, i put on eyeliner and packed my bag [e.g, put my charger and things back inside] and left for breakfast with the family at 9:40. i actually got dressed quite quickly considering the usual time for me, how much energy i burned yesterday, and how much my eyes just did not want to open. i didn’t get time to straighten my hair, but it would’ve been pointless if i did due to the weather. i had something small to eat because my cousins were going on about it and i knew that we were going swimming soon, but immediately felt even worse about it than what i usually would because my younger sister barely ate anything. so i stayed quiet and just procrastinated on the thought that im greedy and whatnot. i wish food and eating wasn’t such a problem/trigger for me, but i tried my best to enjoy breakfast because i was with my cousins [etc.]

after everyone had finished breakfast and had started leaving for their rooms, one of my cousins [D] mentioned going to the fair with his girlfriend and her son [L & W] and asked if anyone wanted to come. i couldn’t decide whether to go or journal at first, but i ended up tagging along. we got to our first ride [this big swing]. we got to the front of the queue [there was only around three people there already] and when we got to the front, L and W were shouted at that they can’t come on because of their shoes. they were both wearing flip flops/sandals, i know that W does because he dosent like socks. anyway, they went back to their room because if they weren’t allowed on that, they wouldn’t be allowed on anything else. me, my sister and D went on the swing together. there isn’t much to say about it, it’s just a large motorised swing, but it’s pretty fun.

afterwards we were obviously soaked as the seats had small puddles on, and we were in the air while it was raining. but we for some reason decided to go on another ride XD - i’m not too sure how to explain the ride we went on next, but here’s how the resort’s website explains it: “eclipse, the first of its kind in the UK! intrepid riders are seated back-to-back while two arms intertwine for a thrilling, gravity-driven experience. aee your legs dangle below as you’re lifted into the air.” so yeah. it was actually really fun and quite relaxing. i mean, none of the rides there are thrill seeker rides, so you cant expect them to not be quite tame, but i didn’t assume that it’d be calming. the guy controlling the ride didn’t park us right so he reset the ride and we went round again. by the time he did park it right, we were even more wet and cold, but it was funny because all of us were.

after that, my parents + aunt/uncle found us and my sister and D went over to an umbrella ride. i didn’t want to get any more wet as i was uncomfortable so me and my dad went back to our room. once we were back, i sat on my bed and journaled three paragraphs [the ones above, lol]. i wasn’t in there for long until we left for swimming at 11:35. we walked over to the other side of the resort to the swimming pool. it was still raining and i was concious a few of my diy pins might be peeling/messing up so i met with my grandad/his fiancé and stood underneath shelter. everyone else stayed in the soggy queue for some reason, i think they were scared of losing their space. but we were fine as we just planned to join the rest of the family when they got inside the reception.

it took around 20 minutes before we could get inside and start changing. i got undressed from my day clothes and into my swimming costume, and then put a shirt and shorts over it. i’m glad that i didn’t forget to take them because otherwise i would’ve been stuffed. i was really nervous to go into the pool knowing nobody else would be in shorts & a tshirt and i wouldn’t be able to see anything, but going out there and meeting up with my cousins helped me to distract myself. but it was still annoying not being able to see, my eyesight is so bad. the first place we swam in the splash park was the indoor rapids. i didn’t expect the current to be so strong so i got swept away and it was really funny.

afterwards we went to the outdoor rapids. i assumed it wouldn’t be open due to the rain as it’s been closed a couple of times in the past because of that, but it was open. the queue moved surprisingly quickly [luckily, because they don’t have any kind of access queue thingy at this particular resort.] and we got onto the slide. it immediately goes outside and every few 20 meters there’s a small drop that kind of sucks you under. whenever we go to this kind of resort, we try and go to this one just because of this particular rapid ride. when i was a kid i used to go on it over and over again for hours. when we came off, we were all shivering and begging to be warm so we jumped in the adult pool.

all of my cousins, their girlfriends, and my sister were playing tag together. i was somehow dragged into it, but i kept getting tagged as i couldn’t see anyone around me whatsoever. everyone eventually realised why i wasn’t playing so i hopped onto my cousins [RY] back and became his ‘decoy.’ when he spotted someone in our family to tag, i would reach out my hand and do it for him while he was already walking off so he had a head start. we stayed in there for a while until me, two of my cousins [R & RY], their partners [E & H], and my dad went back round to the indoor river rapids. what we did is quite self explanatory from what the activity itself is, but after a while my mum joined us. i was so, so cold and tired so my parents decided for my dad to take me out etc.

me and my dad went to our locker, got our clothes out, and claimed two changing rooms. once family room, and i got a single changing room for myself. i loaded all of my things into my room and my dad continued taking out all of his/the rest of my immediate family’s clothing. he got to the bottom of the locker and noticed that we have not towels so he went back into the pool to try and find my mum to ask her about it. i stayed outside the changing rooms so nobody accidentally walked in thinking they were free and then my mum appeared out of nowhere. while waiting, i noticed that my changing room had a big hole in the door where the lock had come off, so i put my stuff into my family’s room until i found another single nearby.

however when my mum came over to me, she was asking where my dad is. i said that he’d gone looking for her. she didn’t say much, handed me a towel [she realised neither of us knew where they were once we’d already left to change, so she came looking for us.], and i looked for another room to change in. i found one almost opposite the family room and put all my stuff inside. i finished changing at 1:25. i tried to be really quick as my mum mentioned an arts and crafts thing starting at 1:30.

me and both of my parents headed to the arts & crafts activity and was greeted by a member of the crew. infront of her was a table with wood drink coaster thingys. one being a square, a star, a heart, and a circle. my mum booked four spaces for our immidiate family, but my sister stayed at the pool with my cousins so it was just the three of us. i picked out a star, my dad picked out a square, and then i was able to pick up another two squares because we had two more slots and my mum wanted to go back and check on my sister as she’d probably be changing by this time. i’ve noticed in the recent years, not many people actually do the arts and crafts here anymore. which is good for me, so i can do what i need to do in a quieter environment, but i just wonder why.

me and my dad got ourself a table and quickly realised what we were supposed to do when we saw the unusually textured clay infront of us. we both just assumed that we were supposed to use it and create a design on the wood, and we were right. my dad wanted to make his for my sister but couldn’t decide what to do, so i recommended him making a gaming console or something. he settled on that and i started moulding a bat with the clay. i used black clay to cover the star and make the backround, then i stuck the bat on. [photo at end]

afterwards, i made covered another star in black clay and made a line of dark blue clay to turn into a spiral. lastly, i yet again covered another coaster with black clay and made the ‘frank iero logo’ with white clay over the top. it isn’t perfect, but if you know what the symbol looks like — you can tell what it is. well i’d hope so, anyway. [photo at end] i was the last to finish up, so me and my dad were stuck inside the arts and crafts room with two members of staff. once they could see that i was done, they asked what it was that id made and it was so awkward lmaoo

my mum left almost straight away to go into the room and have a coffee, so when we arrived back at our chalet [2:17] i showed her what i’d made. by this time, my sister must’ve been dropped off at the room by one of my cousins, so my dad gifted her the coaster he made. i journaled in me and my sister’s room for the most part, until my parents left to play darts and i was left alone with her. i attempted to have a nap but my sister was trying to wind me up by playing everything full volume/tapping on whatever she could/making noises. she finally stopped after ages of us arguing and i had a 15 minute nap. once i woke up, i checked my phone to see that the tv at darts were playing mcr. so i obviously packed my bags and went over to the sporty building.

when i arrived, they were playing all american rejects. they played some great music, here’s the little list: blink 182, alien ant farm, papa roach, limp bizkit, and a few others i didn’t recognise, but they sounded good. [photo at end] my dad also said that while i was in the room, green day was playing. i had a few odd goes of darts as my family were doing around the board and didn’t really care about what order things were going in. i had a few hit and misses but i did get the bit closest to the target so yay!! i started getting super tired again, so i went back to the room.

while in the room, i once again went to have a nap, but ended up setting out where the bits of paper [etc] were going to be stuck in my upcoming collage. i knew i didn’t have enough bits to stick on to cover the entire page, but i set it out anyways as i’m not going to be posting the finished product until friday when we leave the resort so i dont have to give out my location. i’ll pop it on the weekly recap at the end of the week anyway as i’ll be on the way home/home by then. so hopefully i’ll collect some more things in the meantime. after doing that, i realised that i need my hair straightened so i unpacked my hair stuff. but when i felt my hair, i could tell it was still wet from swimming.

i asked my cousin’s girlfriends if any one of them had a hairdryer while i was at darts and i had an idea that this would happen, but none of them did. so i called up my aunt and asked if she did. thankfully, she’d taken some along with her so i went over to her room [of which she shares with D, L and W] and blow dried + straightened my hair. it ended up looking just as puffy as it did beforehand — at 5:40, we [my immediate family and me] made our way to dinner.

after having a few chips i took out my collage journal, glue, scissors, stamps [etc] to start gluing on everything. i did most of the page, but i didn’t and still currently don’t [31th] have anything to fill the bottom of the page. i don’t know when i went back to the room, but i put on my skates at 6:40 and went over to my cousin’s rooms. [RY’s room, shared with H [[his girlfriend]], R [[enother one of my cousins]] and E [[his girlfriend.]] however D [[cousin]] L [[his girlfriend]] and W [[the girlfriends son]] was there when i arrived.] i just hung around on RY’s bed and watched as he briefly drew on his ipad. everyone else was drinking and finding everything funny so it was entertaining to just be there. at 7:20ish all of us left to go to another show.

the show in question being the masked singer. ive never been a fan of the actual tv show, but i came along anyways because it’s really weird to watch. and sometimes the costumes are quite cool. i’ve seen it a few times now, so my parents weren’t too keen on going again - but everyone else wanted to. we met with my dad at a bridge and walked to the venue together. we lined up for what felt like forever, but it wasn’t actually too long in reality. while we queued, i asked my dad band related questions to pass the time. i asked what his favourite band of mine [his favourite band that i listen to] is, and he said mcr. when we got into the venue, i sat with my grandad and his fiancé, plus my parents. i had some rum and coke [the end of the drink is so weird], and waited for the show to start.

before the show started, a guy went around with a camera and filmed the crowd as everyone waves and whatever else. when he came round to our table [and the other half of our family’s seats] i held up my phone to the big screen and waved at the camera as it came past. i fortunately got a video of us all on the big screen. the show itself was around an hour long. i’ll just explain the costumes, as the concept of the show is too much to explain here, but it’ll come up if you search about it. costume #1 was a ‘rockstar’ candy cane [the person under it actually had a really good voice], ‘spacepug’, otter [my favourite, the costume was adorable], rubbish [trash bin/can, whatever you americans call it /lh], and bushbaby.

once the show was over, we all [apart from my parents, grandad and his fiancé] went back to the cousin’s rooms. i went into the room with RY, H, R, D, E, L, W, and my sister. my sister was taking 0.5x photos of people for ages and it was so, so funny. during this, i got somewhat dr¥nk as E kept on giving me drinks lol - at 10:20, we stopped being jackasses and went round to the most ‘simple’ venue for a silent disco. i’ve always loved silent discos, when i used to be allowed [that sounds like i’ve done something godawful and got banned help] abroad i had a really cool one in mexico. me and my intimate family decided to go back to our chalet as my sister was falling asleep and the DJ’s were shutting off the headphone channels, or whatever you want to call them.

we got back to the chalet at an unknown time [i didn’t document from now] and i can imagine i journaled, had a 10 minute nap while my sister got to sleep, spent a decent amount of time asking my parents questions about boris, and went to sleep at around 1:30.

🗝️ — boris/my cat, questions about boris/i ask my parents questions about my cat to verify he's okay + will be okay in the morning. its a compulsive thing and i'm hopefully going to be tested for OCD in the future.

have a good day/night O_o

[realmermaid333]

Nice to know you

everyone was doing this ages ago LOL. i was tagged by: @therulerofallpotatos @wileyonce @wincestation @thee-antler-queen @heavymithril @chinita-inzunza @ maybe someone else ? i dont remember LOL 

relationship status: single (but looking to mingle)

favorite color: forest green, any natural green shade really, pink, black, plum purple, pale yellow, red is nice too. orange is so ignored and also quite nice. 

song stuck in my head: say yes to heaven by lana del rey

last song i listened to: just a girl by no doubt

three favorite foods: pizza because you can kinda do anything with it, eggs and anything with eggs - i chow down on those fuckers - and meat tbh. honestly i feel like i am low key a carnivore with how much i crave it sometimes XD. like give me a good bratwurst, or a burger with veggies mmm, or some tenderloin pork sauteed in an egg scramble with veggies and herbs mmm, or even just like a chicken apple sausage all by itself on a fork, i do that sometimes. 

last thing i googled: this feels a little awkward to share, but oh well, “does being gender nonconforming make you queer reddit” LOL, i was checking the general consensus. 

dream trip: idk! travelling makes me so nervous, but i don’t want that to always be the case for me. I’d like to go places and live or whatever!!!! I’d like to go to Ireland someday, i’d also like to see my grandma in california again, i’ve never been to the east coast so that would be cool to go. i’ve heard everything is cheaper there, and some of my besties are out there. 

anything i want right now: a job and in person friends to go swimming with tbh, and there is that sexy supermoon tonight everyone ! gonna be with my candles, doing my silly little rituals, and using my silly little tarot cards. I also want food right now so i should probably get some of that. and i’d like it if the damn fireworks stopped! :’ ( 

i will tag: @myangelbaby @suchaladyy @ladyadelinergrey @ anyone else who wants to do it, be my guest :) 

[akikocho]

Finally! The last contribution of the HPHM Cardverse AU made by @ariparri

This contribution is however rushed and a bit confusing but I did my best xD

Anyways, meet the Runaway Candidate...

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲

Jacob Bennett Avery is the first son of Bruce and Mabel Avery. He was born as the candidate for being the next King of Diamonds. As Jacob Bennett grew up, he spent all his time being under Bruce's care. Bruce would often force him to study both etiquette, self defense and academics, any things that's needed for a King. Jacob Bennett would sometimes sneak out of his study room to hangout with his younger siblings. He is very fascinated in treasure hunting as he always reads books related to it as a form of coping mechanism.

When the day of his coming of age almost arrived, Jacob Bennett planned his escape and prepared the things he needed for his freedom. He also wrote a letter to his family, a letter filled with his true feelings, his realization of him not being suitable as the King of Diamonds and an apology for his mother and siblings for running away from home and swore he would never get back to the Avery Manor as it is his fate. His escape made his family devastated, Bruce and Mabel had an argument and eventually got into a divorce. The people in Diamond Empire knew about his escape and earned the title; "The Runaway Candidate". This embarrassed Bruce and decided to use his second son Malachi as Jacob Bennett's replacement.

Jacob Bennett didn't go too far during his escape. He stayed in the Diamond Empire as he lived in the streets. He became an anonymous bandit, stealing everything he finds interesting (mainly food and treasures) and would sometimes be seen leaping through the rooftops of everyone's houses and was feared by people. He met Olivia Green during one of his "hunting season" in which he stole the gal's prized possession but he immediately got confronted by her (mainly just her smacking him with her satchel or something). He returned the object he stole from her and she left with an angry look on her face. The interaction made Jacob fall in love with her. This made Jacob watch her secretly but still made Olivia notice his presence. The activity continued till Olivia decided to confront him, again. They became friends after a lot of confrontations and hangouts.

A year later, Jacob heard a rumor from the vendors that his mother and sisters went to the Country of Spades after divorcing his father. This made Jacob plan to travel towards the Country of Spades to see them. When he arrived, he got into trouble right away after he stole something that was meant for Patricia Rakepick, the former Ace of Spades and the current ruler during that time. He was brought to Rakepick and she decided that Jacob would be put to prison for both stealing and offending the queen. He stayed in prison for months and met his sister Maya who got dragged by the knights towards her cell. The two escaped together with the help of the Escape Artist (Jacob Cromwell by @carewyncromwell sorry for tagging you :'D). Jacob, Maya and their sister Marigold escaped from the Country of Spades and went back to Diamond Empire. Upon his return, he was confronted by his brother and the current King of Diamonds, Malachi and the siblings reunited.

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𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭:

• Just like his siblings, Jacob is kind, friendly, charming and intelligent. He can also be foolish and impatient.

• Jacob became a traveling treasure hunter for the Diamond Empire and also became a knight of the Empire, not a high ranking knight. He was offered by Malachi to be the Duke of Avery Manor but he refused.

• He's shy around women. When confronted by Olivia he would just be quiet. But after he and the gal became friends, he felt comfortable interacting with her.

• He is still called as the "Runaway Candidate" not by the people in the Diamond Empire, but also from the people in other regions.

• He is also a strategic person like his brother Malachi.

• He likes giving gifts especially to Olivia. He would give her red and yellow roses as a sign of love and friendship. He also accept (and assumes) that the gal didn't like him back but all his focus is their closeness as she was his very first friend aside his siblings.

• He's currently staying at the Joker's domain for a treasure hunt.

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I just realized that his description is very long that the other contributions haha.

Finally done with my contributions! I could finally rest and maybe start some ideas for this au related to my children :))