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Media - Pinnochio Character - Lampwick Couple - Lampwick X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18 + nudity/ spanking/ seminoncon/ breast play/ nipple play/ full sex/ pinv/ Word Count - 1966

lampwick stood enjoying the summer sun. Looking out over the river as it flowed into the sea, leaning his back against the bridge as he had a cigarette, the sun was setting across the sky lighting up his view with bright oranges and purples

Y/n spotted him as she went over the bridge on her bike heading back from the bakery deliveries, Her hair was in a bun and her skirt was hiked and knotted up so as to not cause issues with her bike. "Hi Lampwick!" She waved down to him,

lampwick turned towards Aurora, a hint of a smile on his face. “Hey,” he said quietly, taking another drag on his cigarette before exhaling slowly.

"what are you up to?" she smiled as she hopped off her bike and came down to his side at the bottom of the bridge,

“Not much,” lampwick replied, his gaze still fixed on the fading light. Just enjoying the view. He took another slow drag on his cigarette, blowing out a stream of smoke as he spoke.

she nodded with a gentle smile "I saw Pinocchio earlier he said you'd probably be up here."

lampwick raised an eyebrow slightly, his expression was neutral. “Yeah, he knows me too well,” he said dryly, his eyes flicking towards Aurora before returning to the sea.

"oh! That reminds me I have something for you!" She said

lampwick's interest piqued, he turned away from the Sea to face Aurora. “What is it?”

she happily pulled her bag and dug around but as usual she couldn't find the thing she needed. She sighed and dug some more but still couldn't find it,

lampwick let out a low chuckle, shaking his head good-naturedly. “You'd think I'd be used to this by now,” he said with a smirk, watching as Aurora continued to rummage through her bag.

she grunted sitting the backpack on the grass and bending over to dig around in it. However, as she did this, she was unaware that the edge of her hiked-up skirt rides up at the back when she bends over. So as she dug around in her backpack lampwick got a perfect view of her little lilac bloomers,

lampwick's gaze lingered on the sight, his expression softening into a subtle smile. His eyes seemed to drink in the image, his pupils dilating slightly as he took in the delicate fabric and the curves they hugged. For a moment, he forgot to breathe, lost in the quiet intimacy of the moment. He bit his lip choking down a moan. Taking in every inch of the image before him. He kinda hoped she'd never find it and this could simply be his gift for the day, Without even thinking his hand came up and patted her on the ass.

she squealed as she felt the pat shooting up in shock,

lampwick's eyes snapped up to meet hers, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths. His fingers still rested on her ass, the touch lingering after the initial shock had worn off. “Oh, I’m sorry Y/n,” he drawled, his voice low and husky, “didn't mean to scare you.” His thumb drifted lazily across the curve of her waist,

she gulped "...L- lampwick..."

lampwick's grin spread wide, his teeth flashing in the sunlight. He leaned in close, his warm breath caressing her ear as he whispered, “Not so loud Y/n, then everyone in town might come to try and see you like this,” His lips brushed against the shell of her ear, His fingers tightened around her waist, holding her in place as he nuzzled the sensitive skin behind her earlobe.

"Lampwick I uhh..." She blushed unsure what to say as now both his hands slipped down and grabbed her ass,

lampwick's thumbs pressed firmly into the flesh of her cheeks, his fingers digging deep as he squeezed gently. A low hum of pleasure rumbled in his throat as he pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers. “Mmm,” he breathed, his mouth inches from hers, “Whyever do you hide this from me Y/n,” His lips hovered above hers, tantalisingly close as he waited for her response.

"Lampwick I uhh I don't -"

lampwick's grip on her ass tightened, his fingers biting into the tender flesh as he cut her off mid-sentence. His mouth crashed down onto hers, silencing her protests with a fierce kiss. His tongue plunged deep, claiming her mouth as his own. He devoured her, his passion and hunger pouring out in waves. His hands roamed freely over her curves, tracing the lines of her body with a possessive intensity. “Feel me,” he growled, his voice low and rough as he pulled her tight and ground against her, “feel my cock hardening against you.” His hips pressed forward, grinding against hers in a slow, deliberate rhythm that left her breathless, “that’s what you always do to me Y/n, I think it’s time you delt with me.” He growled pulling her under the bridge to keep them out of sight, and as soon as he did he pulled down her blouse,

she went to squeal in humiliation as he exposed her breasts but lampwick kissed her keeping her quiet

His lips sealed over hers, muffling her gasp as his hands closed around her breasts, his palms cradling them with a gentle reverence that belied the raw desire burning in his eyes. His thumbs teased the nipples, coaxing them to peak as he suckled her mouth with renewed fervour. His tongue tangled with hers, mimicking the motion of his fingers on her breasts.

"we... We shouldn't do this here..." She begged

lampwick's mouth broke free from hers, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he gazed up at her with a mischievous glint in his eye. His hands continued their exploration of her body, fingers dancing across her skin with an air of reckless abandon. “We won't be caught,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, He pulled her off the wall of the bridge and pushed her down onto the stone foundation of the bridge beside the water of the river, He jumped ontop of her grabbing her hips to forcefully rub his erection against her making her gasp and squirm arching her back, His hips pumped furiously, grinding his erection against her in a primal, desperate rhythm. The friction sent sparks flying through them both, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them whole.

As she arched her back, exposing herself fully to his gaze, lampwick's eyes blazed with a fierce possessiveness.

His fingers dug deep into her hips, holding her in place as he ravaged her with his body. His mouth descended upon hers once more, swallowing her cries of pleasure as he drove himself deeper into the abyss of desire. The world narrowed to a single point, the thrumming beat of their hearts, the searing heat of their bodies entwined.

As the frenzy reached its crescendo, lampwick's hands slipped beneath her skirt, his fingers closing around her bloomers like a vice. With a swift yank, he tore them apart, baring her to his ravenous gaze. His eyes feasted on the sight of her wet folds, drinking in the evidence of her arousal like a parched man at an oasis, A guttural growl rumbled through his chest as he undid his britches and positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation. With a brutal thrust, he impaled himself within her,

Her nails dug deep into his shoulders as she screamed his name, lost in the maelstrom of their shared ecstasy.

He pinned her hands above her head and began to thrust aggressively and mercilessly using her as just an item to be fucked. lampwick's hips pistoned forward with a mindless ferocity, each thrust a declaration of his dominance over her trembling form.

Her wrists strained against his grip, but he held fast, pinning her in place like a specimen under glass.

His face twisted into a mask of savage pleasure, lampwick's eyes burned with an unholy light as he rode her with reckless abandon. Sweat dripped from his brow, mixing with the tears streaming down her cheeks as she begged for mercy. But there was none to be had. Only the relentless pounding of his cock, the cruel satisfaction etched on his features as he used her body for his own base desires.

Her moans grew louder, sharper, as lampwick's pace quickened. Her breasts jiggled and bounced with each thrust, their tender flesh slapping against his chest in a rhythmic cadence that seemed to drive him wilder still. His hands tightened around her wrists, his knuckles white with tension as he rode her with increasing ferocity.

lampwick's face contorted into a mask of animalistic passion, his eyes blazing with an unholy intensity as he pistoned himself deeper and deeper within her. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body slick with sweat as he surrendered to the raw power of their coupling.

His lips curled into a cruel smile as he sensed her impending orgasm. “Come on, baby,” he whispered, his voice low and husky His hips continued to pump into her, each thrust a deliberate attempt to push her over the edge. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, as she teetered on the brink of release.

And then, suddenly, she was gone tumbling headfirst into a vortex of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

Which in turn brought him to his own burying himself inside her as the pleasure flooded him.  But once that moment ended lampwick's expression softened ever so slightly. His grip on her wrists relaxed, his fingers releasing their death-like hold as he leaned forward to claim her lips in a gentle kiss. “My little rabbit,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin, “I'm sorry.” He pulled back, his eyes searching hers with a hint of vulnerability that belied the rough exterior he'd presented moments before. “but I couldn't help myself.” lampwick's gaze dropped, his eyes fixed on some point below her chin as he struggled to come to terms with the depths of his own depravity.

"it... It's okay... I uhh I'd appreciate you asking next time."

lampwick's eyes snapped back up to hers, a look of surprise flickering across his face before he nodded curtly. “Yeah, yeah, course I will,” he muttered, his tone a mix of contrition and embarrassment. He released her wrists and the two sat up.

For a moment, the two of them simply sat there in the silence under the bridge, the only sound the heavy breathing and the sound of the river beside them.

Finally, lampwick spoke up, his voice low and hesitant. “Hey?”

“Hey”

lampwick's eyes met hers, a tentative smile spreading across his face. “Can I...can I make it up to you?” He reached out, his hand hesitating in mid-air as he waited for her response.

she softly smiled and gave him a tender kiss "You can buy he some pretty new bloomers and we’re even. Okay?"

lampwick's face lit up with a relieved grin as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close for another kiss. “Deal,” he murmured, his lips brushing against hers in a soft caress. He pulled back, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “And maybe something else too?” His voice dropped to a whisper, his breath tickling her ear as he spoke. lampwick's hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her waist and hips as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. “Let me take care of you tonight, let me come home with you and… I’ll take good care of you,” he breathed, his fingers dancing across her skin with a gentle touch. “I want to make you feel like a queen.” He leaned in, his lips grazing the sensitive flesh behind her ear as he spoke. “You deserve it, my little rabbit. You deserve all the pampering in the world.”

“Aww Alright Lampwick,” She smiled giving him a tender kiss once more before offering her hand,

Which he took happily and gently helped her to her feet. 

[kortsitron]

Falling in love with Romeo

✮ PARING Romeo × Gender Neutral! Reader

✮ WARNINGS/TAGS spoilers for the game, angst, fluff, going against the canon a little bit

✮ SUMMARY Headcanons of falling in love with Romeo and how your relationship goes based on the game lore

✮ A/N no thoughts, only Romeo

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⬦ Romeo is probably the sweetest, nicest guy you'll ever met. He may be a little shy at first when he sees you, absolutely enchanted by you. But with time, the shyness goes away

⬦ He gets smitten with you pretty quickly and really wants to spend time with you, Carlo obviously notices and can't stop teasing his best friend. After all, it's rather adorable seeing Romeo running after you like that

 ⬦ He obviously doesn't have much money, so he can't get you on any fancy dates, but taking you to buy some ice cream, go on a walk in the park, take you to a festival are a must. He’ll definitely try to hold your hand to if you let him

⬦ Every single time, Romeo insist on walking you home. He wants to make sure nothing bad happens to you, even if he knows puppets are patronizing the city. He himself needs to make sure you got home safe

⬦ From time to time, he might try to visit you during the night time, with your consent of course. Escaping from Monad Charity House during the night might not be the easiest task, but he will do it just for you! And Carlo will make sure no one notices his friend's disappearance

⬦ Confessing might bring back his shy side a little bit. After all, he is confessing his feelings to you, so he has every right to feel a little nervous

⬦ Romeo is a very gentle guy. He likes having you close, holding your hand, giving you a few kisses and hugs. And he enjoys cuddling with you too!

⬦ If you're interested, he will take some of his time to teach you how to use a sword and in general how to protect yourself if you don't already know how. He knows he can't be with you 24/7 to protect you if anything happens, so he would rather try his best to teach you anything useful so you can protect yourself when the time comes

⬦ Not everything is sunshine and rainbows forever. When he gets the disease, no matter how much he loves you, he will distance himself, worried you might get the disease from him. And he cannot bear a thought of you dying because of him

⬦ Before you completely lose contact with him, he sends you a letter. Apologizing for the fact that he cannot meet with you anymore, for what he believes is your own safety. He explains that he is worried for you and wants what's the best for you. He feels like a jackass, leaving you like that, but he believes he has no choice

⬦ After that, you completely lost contact with him. He doesn't answer your letter and you worry he might have died from the disease. And yet, there is no information about his death. No-one knows what has happened to him. One day he just left after Carlo's death and didn't come back

⬦ You wanted to search from him, but the puppet frenzy happens and there's not much you can do. You only hope that if your dearest Romeo passed away, it wasn't because of the puppets

⬦ You find yourself a shelter in the Hotel Krat where you meet Geppetto's puppet, that looks almost like Carlo, but you have decided not to comment. You only ask him to look for your lover. And if he sees anything, you want him to let you know. At the time, you already believe that Romeo is dead, but you still wish to know what happened.

⬦ It's not too long until Pinocchio comes back with a letter for you. And as you open it, it hits you like a train when you see a familiar handwriting, realizing it's Romeo. 

⬦ In the letter he begs for you to stay in the safety of the Hotel. He expresses his gratitude once finding out you're alive and well. But as always, your safety matters the most for him. He doesn't tell you where he is, not what is going on with him. He says that he will reach out to you on his own if possible. He explains that he is now safe and is doing okay

⬦ For now that was the only thing you knew and you were glad to know he was safe. Yet, you couldn't help but worry what happened. He had a disease, didn't he? With all respect given, he should be dead by now. So how is he writing to you?

⬦ You can't help but write back, Pinocchio being your delivery man. You express how glad you are to find out he's out there alive and well. And you promise to wait patiently for any news from him

⬦ As the time passes and you wait, one night, Geppetto's puppet takes you to the Estella Opera House. He makes sure you're safe from any danger as he takes you there and thanks to the existence of the stargazers, he can take you there without much problems

⬦ And that's where you see him. Your Romeo. Even as a puppet he looks tired. Even if his face is rather expressionless, you can see he is happy to see you. He kneels before you to hug you. He cannot communicate with you, unfortunately. Every word he says is inadible for you, but you are more than sure he is just as happy to see you as you are to see him

⬦ After you explain the situation, you try to get him to go to the Hotel with you, you want him back and you believe Venigni might be able to help him and that he will be able to communicate with you

⬦ He doesn't agree outright, worried that his presence at the Hotel might cause distress and trouble. But when he agrees, he patiently let's Venigni work on him, in hope he can do anything in his power to help him communicate better with you. And upon his arrival, Geppetto disappeared from the Hotel

⬦ And then it happens, no more letters or inaudible sounds. You can finally hear the voice you haven't heard in years, the only difference being that he sound metallic, but you do not mind one bit

⬦ In private he explains everything. He apologizes for leaving you, for distancing himself. He explains what has happened to him, what he has been doing since the frenzy and why he is doing so. He knows that with help Geppetto's puppet, or how he prefers to call him Carlo, all of this will end

⬦ And with something of a kiss your knuckles, he promises to come back to you once it is all over.

⬦ Him and Carlo go on, taking the enemies together, finishing it all and with a broken heart, helping Carlo fight Geppetto and his creation

⬦ After that, like promised, he comes back to you and promise to not leave you like that ever again. He wishes he could change the past, but still expresses gratitude for being able to be with you again. And like Carlo did, he wishes to be human again. To able to feel the warmth of your skin, be able to kiss you like he used to and hold you without worrying that he might hurt you

[rotomartsblog]

Stories I want to base Ever After High OCs off (an ever growing list)

Hans My Hedgehog (One of my favourite ‘obscure’ fairytales. Already decided her name would be Hannah M. Hedgehog. To fit the design aesthetic of eah she wouldn’t literally have the upper body of a hedgehog and the lower body of a human, she’d be more of a hybrid. She’s a rebel because she rejects her destiny of becoming fully human at the end of the story and embraces her hedgehog side.)

Boy Who Cried Wolf (See my last reblog. Lies a lot but because of their destiny no one tends to believe them anyways. Also accidentally right a lot. Not lying maliciously just doing it for shits and giggles)

The Frog Princess (Because I think it’d be funny for there to be two royals who turn into frogs but are completely unrelated to each other. Also there’s so many variants of this story from region to region that it’d be fun to write this girl)

Speaking of, The Frog Prince (Specifically the daughter of the princess from the tale and the son of the prince’s gayass servant. Princess Girl does not want to be Hopper’s princess but is slightly willing to enact the version where she gets to throw Frog Hopper at a wall instead of kissing him. Dislikes frogs a bit but plays it up as a seething hatred to scare Hopper. Kind of a bitch if you couldn’t tell. Sporty girl. The servant boy is 100% in love with Hopper, like father-like son, and has the iron bands around his heart. Maybe he could be Hopper’s real true love :x)

Pinocchio (Daughters of The Coachman and Mangiafuoco, and niece of Lampwick. The Coachman’s daughter has a pet donkey that everyone thinks is a turned boy, but nope it’s just a regular donkey. She’s a rebel because she doesn’t want to go down the route of her father. Mangiafuoco’s daughter is scary and off-putting, but actually a genuinely nice girl. Would love to perform onstage but she has stage fright and is just so shy in general, so she resorts to puppet theatre instead. Always uses a hand puppet to talk through. Lampwick’s niece is a rebel because she’d rather not turn into a donkey thank you very much. Low-key resented Cedar up until Legacy Day because she believed if Cedar didn’t exist she wouldn’t need to turn into a donkey. Now they’re on better terms since Cedar decided she’d become human in her own way)

The Wolf and the Seven Young Goats (Youngest son of the youngest goat. Really I just like people with goat features. He’d feel tense around Ramona, even though he’s pretty sure she’s probably not the wolf from his story)

Puss In Boats (Daughter of Puss In Boots. Would probably be able to transform between an animal and human form like Bunny Blanc. Doesn’t really align herself with Royal or Rebel, but has slipped into thoughts like ‘if I can make someone else royalty, why can’t I make myself royalty?’)

The Prince and The Pauper (It’s not a fairytale but the books included King Lear’s daughter so I feel like I’m free to do this. I just think designing two boys that look identical would be fun)

Mwindo (One of my favourite tales because of how entertainingly OP Mwindo is. I imagine that his son would be equally as OP and like half of the student population is scared of him. But that fear often gets subsided because he’s not that keen on using his powers like his dad was)

Commedia dell’arte (Not a story but kids based on the stock characters could be fun. They probably wouldn’t attend Ever After High since they wouldn’t have actual destinies, they’d attend another high school. I had the idea of Cedar doubling as the Burattino stock character, and it developed into all the stock characters being based on different dolls/toys, ie Pierrot being a rag doll, Pulcinella being a wind-up toy, etc. Really I just want Cedar to have people who could understand her whole ‘Am I even real’ situation better, is that too much to ask?!)

Two miscellaneous additions that don’t actually align to specific stories; a Warrior Girl and a Forest Witch. (The Warrior Girl is the daughter of a warrior tribe leader. My idea for her story is that it’s an ancient epic that is so old it has lost its exact name, having been repeated so many times. Also, her reason for following her destiny is less ‘we have to or we all disappear’ and more ‘I have to so I can prove myself worthy’. Her warrior kingdom’s society is very different from Ever After’s society, which she learnt the hard way. She feels awkward hanging out with the other girls because of cultural differences, and she doesn’t like hanging out with boys because they tend to underestimate her. She was only supposed to attend for Legacy year so that she could sign the Book of Legends because Milton Grimm would not stop bugging her father about it, but she decided to stay after the shit show that happened on Legacy day. I didn’t base the Forest Witch of a specific fairy tale because goddamn it there are too many witches living in the forests in these tales for me to choose just one. In universe she probably has a specific destiny, or a few, I just haven’t chosen it yet. Very closed off from others. Actually lives in the Enchanted Forest with her mother. She also likes archery but how much of her skill is genuine and is magic is up to debate)

The Devil (He appears in a lot of fairytales. The OC is a girl who is clearly the daughter of the devil, but it’s never said so no one actually knows it. Every time someone asks about her destiny she’s like ‘it’s nothing important don’t worry about it :)’)

[artmunstudios]

Back to Hotel Krat...? Pt. 2

Pinocchio is the type that will absolutely bite you as a last resort for a quick escape. featuring @wildartsstuff 's Lampwick because I literally can't imagine P without the man.

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[igetthedisneybox]

Tiger Lily x Lampwick edit

for @bellalampwickrossi

I imagine Tiger Lily is trying to teach Lampwick how to dance before their first ball together

Hope you like it!

[naivesilver]

WELL HELLO THERE 💖 Lemme just repay the favour this is not the last ask you're gonna recieve right now hehe BUT what say you to a littleeeeeeeeee no.2 from the Angsty Found Family Prompts for Archie and Pinocchio, huh? 👀

So, to conclude this absolutely RIVETING round of prompts... Do you perchance remember when I was talking about the eventuality of a certain s2 event happening in Thousand Problems? 🥰🥰🥰

ANGSTY FOUND FAMILY PROMPTS

2. Needing help but being unable to ask for it

Archie feels watched. 

For someone who was recently stuck in a predicament such as his, it should be unnerving, but he's pretty sure he's not about to get kidnapped again soon - his disappearance was meant to serve a purpose, and now that he's been revealed to be alive, he's safer than most people in town. At least, that's what Emma said, and he has no reason to doubt Emma's judgment on the matter, given that she's the one who had to crack the case. 

Still, he's acutely aware that he's not alone. He's lingering at Marco's house because for now, his own feels a little daunting, as does his office; luckily, his friend is more than happy to let him stay for as long as he needs. Too happy, even - he has a tendency to hover, Marco, fretful to the point of being overbearing, though it can be forgiven, in this situation. 

It's not Marco who's watching him, however. The realization almost makes his smile - he hides it, because he doesn't want his observator to feel mocked, but he must admit it's a pretty endearing sight, the poorly concealed red-haired head peeking from behind the frame. “Do you need something, Pinocchio?”

The boy startles, then, his hiding spot revealed, shuffles forward sheepishly, his eyes firmly fixed on his shoes. “No.”

Archie's faint amusement tinges with sadness, and he reaches out to take Pinocchio's hand, squeezing it gently. “How are you doing? I'm sure it must have been confusing, what you've seen these past few days.”

And confusing is a polite euphemism, he adds, in the privacy of his own mind. It was shocking enough to find out that he'd been declared dead in his absence - he can't imagine what it could have been like, to go through all of it as it unfolded. Marco seemed troubled plenty, and he is a man grown, capable of taking things in stride; for a boy of eight, it must have been a nightmare, especially so close to the end of the curse. 

Still, Pinocchio doesn't deign him with a response, and simply shrugs, not looking up at all. Archie sighs, sinking onto the couch to be at a passable eye level with him, if the boy ever changes his mind. “It's alright. I understand. But look- everything's back to normal now. I'm sorry you had to think I was dead, but they were wrong, see? I'm still here. Like it happened to you, remember?”

“But Papa says I was dead for real that time,” Pinocchio replies, his voice small and wavering. “Were you dead for real?”

The doctor resists the urge to hang his head in defeat, instead brushing a wayward strand of hair off the boy’s forehead. “No, I wasn’t. Nothing happened, I promise- it was all just a big scare, and it’s over now. I know it’s hard to believe - it’s hard for me, too - but everything’s fine. You and your father held the fort for me just fine.”

He’d hoped that would grant him a glimmer of a better mood, but Pinocchio seems to sink even further into himself, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “I didn’t do anything. There was a funeral, but Papa figured all that out himself. I just held Pongo and kept him away from the food, ‘cause it was people food.”

“Oh, Pinocchio…”

“Lampwick came too. He said it was just to eat for free and that you’d hate that he was there, but I know he just wanted to check if I was freaking out- but I wasn’t. I swear, I was being good.”

At a surface level, Archie would be almost peeved. He’s having the rare, almost unique chance of experiencing something most people won’t, hearing what happened at his own funeral, and he’s sure he’ll have to unpack all of it painfully and methodically, once he can bear the idea of being alone with his thoughts - that a certain rough-and-tumble boy was cracking jokes in poor taste for most of it is just the cherry on top, really.

But he’s not alone, now, and he can appreciate that someone thought to keep an eye on this boy when he couldn’t - and that he can resume his job when it’s most needed, as well. “I’m glad you had your friend with you, to talk about it,” he says, choosing every word with the utmost care. “Do you…want to talk more?”

A stiff shake of the child’s head, as stubborn as it is clear. “I see. Would you like a hug, then?”

Again, there is no answer; but when the doctor opens his arms it’s a matter of moments before they’re filled with a trembling bundle of child, all but clinging to him as Pinocchio shakes with sobs so hard it’s a wonder he isn’t snapping a bone. Archie lets out another sigh, then gently engulfs the boy into the hug, rubbing his back and shushing him as best as he can. “It’s alright,” he repeats, though it’s hard to determine how effective it might be. “You’re alright. I’m here. I’m not going away again if I can help it, okay?”

Pinocchio gives him what could pass for a nod, sniffing loudly now that he’s not trying to conceal his face anymore. “I woulda taken real good care of Pongo,” he says, rubbing at his nose with the sleeve of his shirt. “I swear.”

“I know you would have,” Archie murmurs, squeezing the boy tighter, and he doesn’t know which one of them is being soothed more by the gesture, but he doesn’t think it actually matters, at the end of the day.

“You’re a good boy, Pinocchio. I know I can count on you.”

[twisting-echo]

For Your Wishing Well Hotel Au :

Jessica Rabbit: Hello there. Who might you be? Lampwick: (the cigar drops from his gaping mouth) uh, hi I’m- I’m Lampwick! (swipes his bowler hat off his head and holds it, uncharacteristically meek) A-and what’s y-your name, uh– miss? Jessica Rabbit: (chuckles) It's a pleasure Lampwick.. Jessica Rabbit, how do you do? (she held out her hand) Lampwick: (still staring) I - I’m uh… I– oh! (notices her outstretched hand with a start, and reaches out tentatively with the hand not clutching his hat) You - um, (gulps) you’re not.. y’ can’t be r-real… are you? Jessica Rabbit : (raises an eyebrow ) What do you mean, dear? Of course I'm real… I'm here, aren't I? Lampwick : W-well yeah, I- I guess.. (rubs his eyes, shaking his head) s-so what brings ya here, M-miss Jessica? You - you wanna a beer or a cigar or s-somethin’ maybe? (gestures around, blinking up at her hopefully)

borrowed from @bad-boy-lampwick since they are no longer active on here or anywhere else.

Oh, I absolutely love this interaction! Jessica Rabbit and Lampwick meeting is such a fun and intriguing scenario! Lampwick’s reaction is priceless—seeing him go from his usual bravado to being completely starstruck and flustered is just perfect! And Jessica Rabbit, always so poised and charming, playing along with his awe, is delightful!

I can imagine the scene vividly: Lampwick, with his cigar dropping and his hat clutched in his hand, stumbling over his words while Jessica remains cool and collected. It’s like a perfect blend of humor and charm. Jessica’s line, "What do you mean, dear? Of course I'm real… I'm here, aren't I?" is spot on—so characteristic of her! And Lampwick offering her a beer or cigar, trying to be hospitable despite his obvious nervousness, is just so endearing.

This little snippet has so much potential in my Wishing Well Hotel AU! Fantastic work!

[bellalampwickrossi]

How people tell Hannah Hook bad news when they don't want to be present when she gets it:

Imagine Lampwick or Tiger Lily seeing Tulip do this lol.

OMG THAT'S SO FUNNY !

Tiger Lily and Lampwick : What the heck ?

[solar-nightengale]

Eheh HELLO :)))))) let's start with an easy, predictable "you have me all wrapped around your finger" for the betrothed boyssss

EHEHEHEH well hello >:)

Easy and predictable as it may be we must not forget it can also be quite fun >:)))) so I present to you some fools, once again set in the past and in their dating era and the shenanigans that may bring forth

"I'm weak for you." Prompts

“You have me all wrapped around your finger.”

There was nothing better than sleeping in Lampwick’s opinion. Peaceful, uninterrupted. Well, only when nightmares weren’t trying to involve themselves in that. That’s the only downside to it really. And thankfully, this was one of those many nights where the dreams were blissful and sweet. He could even smile in his sleep because of them.

“Laaaaampwick.” He heard the sing-song voice call out from amidst his dreaming. The man stirred but didn’t rise, thinking it was still something from his imagination. That is, until he felt the gentle tickle of something brushing against his cheek. He huffed, lazily batting at whatever offending thing it was, yet it didn’t relent. With a groan he stretched, opening a single eye and peering into the lamplight. It was still dark outside, but standing next to him fully dressed was Pinocchio, smiling at him. He was crouched by the bedside, he was sure… unless he shrunk since he saw him last night. Though neither of that explained why he was dressed as though ready for some outing in the middle of the night.

Oh fuck, wait. Now he remembered.

Lampwick groaned as he rolled to his side, brushing back a strand of hair as he stared owlishly at his boyfriend, the brunette chuckling as he finally pulled his hand completely away.

“Good morning, my sunlight.”

Sunlight?!

The red-head grunted, feigning disgust over it as he pulled the covers up. “Okay. Just for that-” he rolled back over and shut his eyes. And yet he felt the mattress dip under the extra weight, as Pinocchio sat down next to him. A hand lay across his shoulder, yet Lampwick refused to give in, continuing his play pretend of sleeping.

“Hey now, you made me a promise last night, remember?” he heard the man explain.

“Yeah and I regret it now.” he muttered in return.

“You’re really planning on making me go there? All by myself?”

“’t’s not my fault your old man was part o’ the royal court, thus passing the job onto you.” Lampwick grunted. “Why you making that my problem?”

“Okay, but how is it just my problem? I wasn’t the one that suggested that you should come with me. You wanted that on your own.” Pinocchio retorted.

“I take it back. It’s too early.”

He heard the woodcarver sigh, stiffening as he felt fingers walk along the cord of his spine. It sent shivers down it, yet he refused to look up, wondering just how long he could keep up the farce before the man would officially give up.

“Oh come on, baby.”

“Nope. Not gonna work!”

“Please?”

All jesting is gone at the pleading tone in the man’s voice, Lampwick’s lips pursing together.

Shit.

...Nope! Nope, he was going to stay strong. He was not gonna picture the way that man was probably looking at him and cave. He wasn’t gonna picture the pout, bottom lip jutting out, and those crystal-blue eyes rounder than Iskra begging for her favourite treat. Because that wasn’t the little mare; it was his grown ass damn boyfriend that knew far too well which word to use to make him do whatever the bloody hell he wanted. And yet, like the fool he always was, he peeked around the pillow, seeing exactly what he tried not to imagine and falling right into the brunette’s trap.

Damn it.

With a loud, dramatic sigh, he wormed out of hiding, grumbling under his breath. “Sometimes I wonder which of us was actually the puppet and whose its master.”

“Hardly my fault you revealed which strings to pull.”

“And you love to use that to your advantage now, don’t you, asshole?” he retorted, tone still light as he spoke. “You have me all wrapped around your finger, you do.”

Pinocchio huffed, leaning closer. “And what do you plan on doing about that, hm?”

Lampwick smirked. “Hmmm don’t know. Maybe something like-” Quick as lightning the red-head grabbed for the woodcarver’s hand and pulled him down onto the covers, grunting when Pinocchio’s chin collided with his chest. Still. It was totally worth it, especially on seeing the man’s lack of amusement in turn.

“You happy now?”

Lampwick grinned impishly. “Perhaps.”

With a scoff, Pinocchio pulled his hand out of the other’s hold and sat up, straightening out his father’s coat. It was really starting to look good on him now that he finally grew into it. “Come on.” With one final pat, Pinocchio moved away and to the door, leaving Lampwick grumbling as he sat up in bed.

“Fine. But I’m complaining the whole trip there!” he exclaimed.

“Hurry up, love!” Pinocchio’s voice sounded through the hall, his footsteps descending down it.

“Coming, your highness!” Lampwick called back mockingly mimicking the man’s tone as he pulled his socks on. With a grunt he stared at the wardrobe with annoyance, a smug smile worming its way onto his face as an idea started to form.

Fine, he’ll sit through that whole thing. But he was going to make this as fun for himself as he possibly can. He opened the wardrobe, staring at the minimal items of clothing he and his lover shared.

Now, what ridiculous combo could he make out of what he has that could really annoy the royals and their blue pet?

[askauradonprep]

Animal Chatter

So, the way I imagine animals working in Auradon is that there's different 'kinds'.

There's normal animals, like the kinds we have.

There's semi-anthropomorphized animals like Lady and the Tramp, the Dalmatians in 101 Dalmatians, even creatures like Lucifer - they clearly understand what's going on and can act with intent, but without an earpiece (or very very close friendship), a normal human can't understand them.

And then there's fully anthropomorphized animals - these are your guys running around on two legs when that's not normal for them, being fully dressed, and can generally be understood by humans. These are your Basils, your mice from Cinderella, your Robin Hoods, your Honest Johns and Gideons (when Gideon's sober anyway). Now, the kids still have to learn human languages (so Olivia can't be understood at first, aside from Lampwick via friendship) but over time people don't need the earpiece anymore. These guys are basically regular folks and often ignore more animal behaviour like their species' diets.

[crossovershipsandedits]

Characters: Tiger Lily x Lampwick

Fandoms: Peter Pan 1953 and Pinocchio 1940

Relationship: Romantic

Characters: Lampwick X Tiger Lily

Fandoms: Pinocchio | Peter Pan

Relationship: Romantic

Submitted by @casinotrio1965

OK SO

I actually did a butt load of research for this one... Maybe more than necessary lol But hey, it worked out in the end! I'll make a readmore here so you don't have to read if you don't want ajdbfodndoekfjfir

Let me explain my thought process;

I've never seen either of these films. Not 100%. Pinocchio is a big nope, never seen it. And Peter Pan was both a really long time ago and I only saw sections. SO IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN SEEING LAMPWICK HOLDING A CIGAR!!

So yeah, I freaked out because TL looks freaking 9 or something and he's smoking like a businessman. I searched all over Google in the hopes of finding their ages... this is what I found.

Tiger Lily never had a set age (probably from being in literal purgatory) and Lampwick is 12?!?! I guess those were just the times...

Anyway, while looking for TL's age, I see "Fans have agreed she is an adult, as she is old enough to marry" and think AWW HELL NAWW! However

I keep looking, because that doesn't seem right. The whole point of Peter Pan is being able to tell the difference between kids and adults, so it made no sense that she looks 9 (unless this was an anime, then God knows what her age is). THIS lead me to googling what age a girl can get married in a Native American tribe, since that's clearly what she's a part of.

My answer is.. nicer than "She's an adult". The youngest a girl can marry in most Native American tribes is 15. Arrangements can be made from the age of 8, but nothing can happen until 15. With what I read of TL's plot for the film, this tracks amazingly well.

And, just to be sure, I looked up Peter's age too (since she apparently has a crush on him despite the fandom saying it's familial love -sweet home ala- anyway..). Peter Pan is 12/13, so from my guessing, TL is either his age or a year or two younger, to fit with how 'old' Disney wrote romance.

...

Dear God this is a whole ass essay, I am so sorry

But yeah, I'm glad I don't have to turn this down for p*d*philia... They do make a cute pair but hoLY was I worried :')

[the-fiction-witch]

Sweetie Darling

Media Pinnochio

Character Lampwick

Couple lampwick X Reader

Rating Sweet

I smirked as we stopped on the bridge bag of pastries in hand, I grabbed myself a doughnut and took a large bite savouring the delicious food, and the sugar sent energy coursing through my body as the bready dough filled my empty belly. 

"Buying things... is a lot of effort... a lot of running.." Pinnochio complained,

"You really don't get it do you?" I laughed, "We didn't buy these we stole them,"

"Ohh..."

"I've told you this like four times you really don't get this do you?"

"No... so we stole them?"

"Yes. we stole them."

"I don't think my papa would like me stealing,"

"well who cares what your papa has to say, we have to eat, don't we? Why would I care what anyone thinks?"

"LAMPWICK!" I heard her voice echo across the town,

"ohh no-" I gulped, 

"who's that?" he asked,

"Someone who I care what they think." I gulped, "Run." I told him 

We both bolted as fast as we could through the cobblestone streets even if we didn't have a lot of stamina left already, but we made quick turns and twists until I turned down an alley and almost ran into y/n, stood in her navy blue dress with her arms folded. 

"Ohhhh!" I gulped, "Hello my love,"

"Hello Lampwick," she glared, "what have you been up to today?"

"Ohhh uhhh... nothing just going for a walk," I smiled,

Pinnochio then caught up for me, and he gulped as he noticed Y/n too. 

"Where'd you get the pastries lampwick?"

"ooohh uhhhh the baker he uhh he burnt them, was going to throw them, out, so he gave us a really good price on them," I lied,

"Umm mmm, and how'd you pay that good price?"

"Ohhh well Me and Pinnochio we've uhh we've been doing some work in town, some odd jobs, mostly helping with the street sweepers," I lied putting my arm around Pinnochipo giving his arm a hard squeeze so he would play along, 

"Ohhh you boys must be so tired," she cooed,

"Yeah, yeah we're really tired," I nodded, "But you know all honest work,"

"Yes I'm sure it is," she nodded, "Pinnochio, where did you and lampwick get the pastries?" She asked, 

"We stole them!" he said, 

"god damn it..." I sighed,

"You can go Pinnochio," she said 

He nodded and ran away leaving me to her mercy,

"Y/n..."

"Lampwick." she glared coming closer,

"Y/n, sweetie, darling, angel, babydoll, little bird, my love..." I begged as I backed away but she only kept coming, "Please I'm sorry!"

she grabbed me by the ear, "You are returning them. and apologizing." she said tugging me through town, "And you are working off the ones to eat." 

"Yes y/n" I sighed, 

[lopposting]

wait wait holup

what if gemini IS lampwick

i dont mean that he is literally lampwick, i mean what if the devs decided to adapt the cricket and lampwick into one character. so gemini is going to fulfill the character role that lampwick had in the narrative

because lampwick/candlewick apparently meaning the wick of a candle/lamp since he was so willowy, but thats still associated with light

and gemini emulates a cricket in a little cage (like in mulan), but he's also a lamp and glows. gemini obviously being a nod to jiminy cricket, but out of all characters we're probably spending virtually all our time with him. and lampwick is also described as pinocchio's best friend, that seems like a big thing to be "left out", so to speak, of the game. even seemingly more minor characters (eugene, medoro, antonio) have been given comparably larger roles

"Listen pal, nice landing, but let's not make a habit."

or who knows, maybe we will be actually encountering lampwick later. it's almost hard to imagine that they would not even acknowledge him

also his "real name" is romeo, i wonder if they will acknowledge that as well

[n0nam3fand0mch1ld]

Now for the oc that I was talking about (that you might’ve not even known if you are seeing this for my Pinocchio Shrek au)

Here is Lampwick,Candlewick or Romeo,my Pinocchio oc.

Human Romeo design:I gave him red hair which is dyed (natural hair is black.)He is Mexican and speaks Spanish.I gave him a scar because he gets in to lots of trouble.He has a blackish cloak (I think it is) with golden color fire embroidery (reference to nick name by the school.)Has a grey long sleeved shirt with brown (I hope I got the color right) pants.I also gave him brown eyes, a tooth gap and black boots (I think they are.)

Ghost design:He is dead in the ghost design (me stating the obvious.)His design had a little inspiration by how ghost lord Farquad looked.I made his whole body a very light blue.I also gave him a longer teal cloak with the embroidery being ghosts instead.I (tried) making him have donkey ears (I will explain how the pleasure islands magic works later.)Finally I gave him long hair because I like how it looks and it was inspired by “Lies of P” Romeo.

Pleasure Island magic:I like to imagine it being dark magic with the coachman being a demon of some sorts who transform children into donkeys when they indulge into the sins of the amusement park.The amusement park is covered in dark magic with the transformation speed so the more you enjoy it,the more painful and quick it will be (the kids stay 4 months there.)But due to Romeo just wanting to hang out with Pinocchio (I maybe ship my oc with Pinocchio) and Pinocchio just wants to relax and see the stars (His fairy signature look is stars, get it the Disney song) the transformation is a lot slower.So when Romeo and Pinocchio are halfway transformed,Romeo helped Pinocchio leave the island by finding an open exit for him.By the time Pinocchio left The transformation was almost complete so he took the island down with him by burning this place down with him inside.I am very mixed on wanting anyone who leaves Pleasure Island to forget their memories but if they do then Pinocchio doesn’t remember Romeo and if he does he can visit him in the underworld (his fairy will have an explanation when I draw her.)

So that is my Shrek Pinocchio oc :Romeo.

[disneymagickingdom]

…. Lampwick : (To Tiger Lily ) Hey Baby .. Wanna be the Ariadne to my Dionysus ??

Tiger Lily : I already am , Silly !

... Feel free To add More or Comment on this xd

I can practically imagine them in Grecian attire.

[kabishkat19]

hi what r ur thoughts on my disney crossover ship Tiger Lily x Lampwick from Peter Pan 1953 and Pinocchio 1940?

I can honestly say I’ve never thought of those two in particular ship wise (and I used to go hard for non/Disney ships) it is an interesting one tho.

I had always imagined Lampwick having a thing for Pinocchio; like he’d eventually turn back like the rest of the boys from donkeys and the two become closer.

As for Tiger Lily, I’ve never really gave her much thought (I need to start adding her in more things)