#mamange

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Comment appelle-t-on une mère qui a perdu un enfant ? Une personne désenfantée, où mamange. Et un père papange, où parange

[rilatwoma]

[aleksei-arts]

mangtataho filipino jason todd doesnt exist he cant hurt you mangtataho filipino jason todd:

[pingurusama]

our silly spetsnaz commander hihi. credit the meme from twitter.

[rafole]

I think im pep but im more like ten hag .

[alidafirtup]

sometimes. there will be a little cat who is in your bed

[mysuperlounge]

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[aesadraws]

Currently losing my mind with tooth pain, brush your teeth and don't put off dentist appointments everyone.

[gulliblelemon]

I’ve just absentmindedly scratched one of the insect bites on my ankle and now I want to EAT MY OWN FOOT. Everything’s so itchy. I hate summer 😩

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Une femme ou un homme qui perd son conjoint est une veuve ou un veuf. Un enfant qui perd ses parents est une orpheline ou un orphelin, et des parents qui perdent leur enfant, que sont-ils ? Parange pour un couple mamange pour une mère papange pour un père

[rilatwoma]

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can I request headcanons for Vergil, and Dante react to his gn s/o who always makes it a habit to tell him that they love him whenever they can like when they wake up, before going to sleep, before they leave, and when they return please?

Dante

heaven is real and it goes by your name.

he loves nothing more then coming home to you waiting for him, holding his face in your hands as you tell him you were happy he was home safe, how you love him, as all he could do was hold you tight and praying that you don't slip from his grip.

never let him wake up from this beautiful reality he mamanged to fall deep into, this beautiful reality that you had made beautiful by just a few simple acts.

dante reciprocates you 'i love you's' with his own eagerly, treating each and every 'i love you' that escapes your lips as though it were made of pure gold, like he would never hear it again, and how does he reciprocate them exactly? by kissing your lips in thanks.

you say 'i love you' in the morning, head rested on his chest, looking gorgeous in your early morning mess, voice barely above a whisper? Dante is quick to peck your lips repeatedly as you laugh at how silly and loveable he was being, yet it was one of the many things that left you warm ans smiling for the entirety of the week.

you say 'i love you' to him before he leaves for a mission, confident in his abilities and know for certain he was coming home to you, holding his calloused hand between your own, showing him that while you believed in him and his unique abilties after so long.

you still had your worries as his lover, his other half, his soulmate that only showed him how deep your love went for him, deeper then what words could ever convey. Dante would reassure your worries with a few well placed hisses as he hold you to his chest, muttering against your head 'love ya too cuddle bug, keep the bed warm for me, wear my old coats, anything if it makes you feel better.'

all before forcing himself to pull away as he mourned the loss of your warmth for the duration of the mission, wishing for it to hurry up so he could go back home to you, even going so far as to make his thoughts known vocally. 'can we finish this right now? i've got a date with the warmest, most comfiest bed to make promise of.' the bed in this scenario is you.

you tell him you love him before drifting off to sleep? feeling so warm by his bodily heat and inable to let him go even an inch? Dante will coo and cuddle closer to you as he pepers kisses across your face before finally your lips.

'don't wander too far sweetheart.' he'd murmur in a tone unlike his usual and overused one. he means it when he tells you not to wander too far from him, for he fears that this is all a dream he'll never truly got to live out entirely.

and dante didn't want that, he wanted to stay here with you for as long as he could, to finally get a taste of the domestic lifestyle in your own uniue way of having strawberry sundaes and pizza to your heart's content. sure it's not healthy but it's what makes you both happy.

Vergil

Vergil is probably the type to say 'you too' after you say 'i love you' those words are strong and emotionally charged words to be saying as frequently as you do, he's not going to say them so quickly.

not unless he was certain that you weren't going anywhere, not unless he was certain he wasn't going anywhere becuase until then he wont say shit.

it's not something i can see this man doing unless he's 100% certain he can't see himself anywhere other than your side.

so he admires your ability to be so open about your feelings, about how you feel towards him without making him think deeply into your every action towards him, knowing he nver has to second guess you as you said what you meant and meant what you say.

whenevever you said 'i love you' to Vergil he feels like he doesn't deserve a love as pure and as unconditional as yours, he feels like a fraud and it sometimes make him want to scream and ask what could you possbly love about him so freely and without judgment?

it doesn't make sense to him at all, but yet he still lets you claim you love him until he finally begins to feel the effects of every 'i love you' you had ever said to him.

during missions, his mind will wander back to you, wanders back to the 'i love you' you said to him beforhand as he wonders what you were doing without him, wonders whether you were waiting for him in his makeshift study reading one of his many books just to feel closer to him

like he knew you did whenever he came home to you sleeping with a half open book in your hand. suddenly his resolve to being done with the mission swiftly became to one of finishing the mission to see you again,

his glacier heart had softened enough by your warmth at long last as he reconciles with the idea thar you love him with no known bounds to speak of, you love simply becuase you do.

your words are no trickery but a simple proclomation, a reminder that his place within your heart had not changed nor wavered. it has not soured, it had ripened and blossomed like a beautiful flower and he had the audacity to question it, foolishness.

so the moment he got home, you ecitedly greeted him from the study, hold his hand by the fingertips, telling him you love him and for what felt like the first time out of many to come, he smiled softly at you and greets you with a small 'hello again little dove.'

'hello again little dove' or just 'hello little dove' is his version of 'i love you.'

you admit your love in the morning to him, having been protectively tucked into the crook of his neck, arms latched to his waist as his back was to the door out of a habit to protect and keep you safe. He'd say 'hello again little dove' in response, his heart softening more when you smiled brightly at him afterwards.

you admit your love when seeig him off to sleep? voice soft as a feather as your voice lulls him into a sense of saftey, sense of belonging with you by his side. he'll say 'i'll see you soon little dove.' reminding you that even in your dreams, he'd follow like a protective second shadow.

[enwoso]

copycat | alessia russo x child!reader

twelve days of christmas | day 5

based on this request

the cold air had finally hit london and the winter feel was starting to settle but the energy around the arsenal training had still stayed the same despite the dropping temperatures. the only change was the added layers which had begun to be worn for training. 

alessia wrapped in a her thick training coat and snoode as she stood on the sideline, you by her side also wrapped in a thick coat and bobble hat with gloves covering your small hands as you sat on the side watching the same sided game unfold, your little legs swinging back and forth.

you were obviously no stranger to the training sessions, you loved watching the team train and the team loved having you there as there little hype women. they had practically adopted you at this point to be their mascot.

but as the team played there small sided games and alessia was waiting to be subbed in a little later on, you had a different plan for a source of entertainment.

"mummy," you piped up, you voice as sweet as it was michievous, "can we do the christmas quiz" this was a new little game you and your mummy had begun playing since you had been watching christmas films at nursery but also at home all snuggled up with your mummy on the run up to christmas. 

alessia turned nodding her head with a grin as you jumped up and down in your seat on the bench a small chuckle coming from your mummy as she began to think of lines from movies. 

"alright," your mummy took a seat next to you on the sheltered bench area meeting your eager gaze. "first one, 'maybe christmas... perhaps..'" 

"'...means a little bit more!'" you squealed excitedly as alessia beamed high-fiving you. 

"well done! cindy lou who?" your mummy joked as you sat with a proud smile as alessia did a little more thinking to come up with the next line. but not that far from the two of you was beth who was also waiting to be subbed into the small sided game, glanced over a curious look on her face.

"what are you two doing?" she asked, her brows rising as she was intrigued. you grinned as beth took a seat on the other side of you, " we're going christmas movie lines" a small hum of realisation came over beth as it made sense what the two of you were giggling about. 

"aright then, hit me with one. i'm pretty good at movie lines"

"not as good as me!" you challenged cheekily as you crosses you arms over your chest — well tried to as your confidence took over. nobody was as good as you, even your mummy wasn't.

alessia smirked, watching the small harmless rivalry between the two of you as her brain ticking away thinking of her next line. "right here's a good one, 'keep the change..'" 

"'ya' filthy animal'" you shouted before beth even had the chance to open her mouth. beths jaw dropping as the it was now time for the teams to exchange as beth let out a small chuckle mostly in disbelief.

"she's the reining champ" your mummy smiled proudly as she fied the hat on your head standing up from the seat on the bench as the teams were changing. you still sitting with confidence at the small race - which in no way was a race - you had just won. 

word got around the team by no other than beth mead herself about how good you were at finishing movies lines so the rest of the day was filled with the team just trying to catch you off guard with the lines, but no one had, had any luck.

steph, beth, kyra and alessia were sat in the locker room getting the last of their things they needed for taking home as steph gasped, what about this one, tiny." you perked up from your little cubby, your legs swinging from side to side as you waited.

"'the best way to spread christmas cheer..'" steph told the line as you hummed for a few minute and a look was given between the adult as they thought they had finally mamanged to catch you put but..

"'...is singing loud for all to hear!" you sung at the top of your lungs, small huff could be heard as they though they were close but really they were no where near as the laughter came from your off beat singing. if it had of been anyone else in the team they'd of been told to shush but because it was you it was adorable off tune singing.

"she's unstoppable!" 

"tiny, you need a trophy cause this is actually impressive" you grinned, clearly revelling in the attention. "one more, mummy!"

alessia pretended to think hard, tapping her chin. then, she crouched down and whispered dramatically, "'you sit on a throne of lies.'" you gasped in mock shock. "elf mummy that wasn't hard we watch that one all the time!" you yelled, pointing an accusing finger at your mummy.

she held her hands up in a mock defesivly picking up her bag as small giggles could be heard from your comment before you had to say your goodbyes to the team.

your mummy leading you to the car, buckling you into your carseat, a smile not leaving your mummy's face at the way you had brightened the entire afternoon up with your energy even if the weather was terrible.

as you mummy got into the driver's side, you piped up from the backseat. "mummy i'm glad you're not like the grinch" alessia let out a small laugh as she glanced at you in the rearview mirror, her brow furrowing. "yeah? and why's that?"

"because your heart is already three sizes too big!"

"and you lovie, are the reason why it's that way."

[r3starttt]

can you doooooo something with reader x sub!ellie? creative freedom is yours :3

SUB! ELLIE

CW: sub! e. thigh riding. finger sucking. fingering.

Through her lips passed a soft plead before pressing a gentle kiss on your neck. her flushed face hid in the crook of your neck.

"please what, babe?," your tone gentle against her ear. her legs straddling yours, hips guided by your hands gripping at the flesh of her almost uncovered thighs.

your fingers travelled to the waistband of her shorts, toying with it until she spoke back "need you," you hummed, grabbing her chin to force her look back at you. she looked so desperate already, and you knew she was damped just by the smallest friction she'd got from riding your thighs for the past few minutes.

"Yeah?" you basically murmured against her lips. the tips of her fingers graced against your cheeks, down your shoulders. her pretty lips quivering into a sheepish smile, nodding.

the soft flesh of your lips pressed against her. she reciprocated with tipsy lips following yours. spit mixing. saliva glistening your lips once you decided it was enough.

"open" you spit. her messed lips following your orders immediately, sticking her tongue for you. the pads of your fingers press against it, not even needing to speak as she takes them, sucking.

her eyes struggled to look back at you, but she mamanged to. a puppy-like look on her face. gentle furrowed eyebrows, freckles covered in a brush of red. she looked so pretty like this.

it didn't took long for her to let out whines, feeling her arousal grow at the aggressiveness of your moves inside her mouth. fingers almost making her gag at one point "enough baby, let go" she hesitated a bit.

both your middle and index finger made their way down her boxers, rubbing circles around her needy clit. it elicted the most delicious pleasure on her, feeling overwhelming at how long she'd been waiting for the slightest friction.

the wetness on her boxers making you moan on her skin, feeling your own arousal grow knowing how desperate she was.

"like that? yeah?," she couldn't even speak, not bothering in letting out more than muffled whines against your lips, against your cheeks. "bet it does -fuck- you're so wet already" your mocking replied by her gentle fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.

your digits massaging her clit slowly. taking your time before scissoring her folds, feeling the wet mess you've made on her.

bubbly words swelling into your ears as you abused her swollen folds. teasing her creamy hole doing vertical movements with your fingers.

"Come on, just -mhm," her words seem interrupted by her own pleasure. you coo soothingly against her ear "Shhh, be patient" too focused on the feeling of her wet pussy you've missed those pretty eyes closed, her tongue kissing her lips in a weak attempt to keep herself quiet.

"take it off" your lips crashed against hers, tongues meeting as her hands abandoned your body, meeting her own clothes to do as you ordered.

taking use of the space between your faces as she got rid of her hoodie, you met her uncovered breasts, eyes hungrily admiring them, digging your face in between in a matter of seconds.

small wet kisses adorning her aereloas until you met her nipples, sucking and lapping at them until your fingers finally made contact with her drenched walls, slapping her pussy just like she needed.

quiet hiccups and blabers hitting your ears. you knew she wouldn't last long.

your hand lingers on the mound of her pussy, cupping it at each thrust. sticky arousal connecting your hand to her cunt, hitting and rubbing her clit coincidentally.

her lips opening wide, teasing your cupids bow. her unstable breath hitting your lips.

"mhm, s'pretty" the edges of your lips quivering into a sheepish smile, too focused on making her last long to even give in the temptation of her redish lips.

delicious sounds filling the space shared between your bodies. your fingers sucked in by her sliky hole. faster and faster until your name brushed her lips like a repeated plead.

her walls clenched around you, proudly leaving a kiss on her forehead feeling your hand drenched on her juices.

"there you go -shhhh- s' okay babe" you coo, meeting those half-lided eyes, a lost look on them.

her heavy acute panting brushing the skin of your chin. "did so food f'me"

[pheoblitz]

Oren as a kid vs what he would have looked like as an adult if Nym had gone back to being his old self again fully. Some differences are simply fun while others have alot of meaning.

Differences and meaning:

-Hair style: Nym is more used to having his hair down, so dispite having cut it back short again, he would not have brushed it back or up anymore. It is also longer as he would plan to grow it out again.

-Head feather: He'd actually have it be the same. I just forgot it here.

-Eyes: He is older and a lot more tired. As well as having a more fully grown face. So his eye seem a bit higher up as his face slendered with age as well as got tired and narrower. He can still open them as wide as he used to and keep it there but it takes alot more effort to care to.

-His ear Decor: he lost the old ones in the underdark and would have bought the new ones off of memory only. Only remembering the 3 bands it had. The same applies to dangly eating part. Though in that case he bearly remembered at all. He simply still had the same taste and preferences.

-The corner clips on his collar: he lost the old pair with gemstones in it. He liked the memory of how they looked, but would not want to further revive the orange diamond motif then he has too. As he plans to distance himself from his old life, but is keeping what he still had originally on him if it is from the original outfit.

-His tie: His taste in ties changed and he liked this new look. Also it was toothy's idea.

-The collar of his jacket: it is shorter. He feels a bit less confident in himself and wanted something more subtle.

-The collar of his jacket: it is missing the wheat design. This would be another intentional move to distance himself from his family or simply because he did not remember that detail as alot of this is just going off what he can mamange to recall.

-His arm Wraps/Bracers: Being a druid, he does not really wear metal armour peices anymore. Also he is more used to wrapping his arms now. So he replaced his bracer things with arm bandages.

-His feathers: Being older, his little yellow arm feathers are now a full bright adult orange. It is also not visible, but now that he is older, he also has feathering on his chest rather then just his elbow and shoulders.

-His belt: Nym as an adult did not care to buy his old one's styles. He did not want to bring back the black wrap or the belt underneath. He liked the brightness of the one he had when he would have had no memories. So he would have kept it.

-A clip: Rather then be connected to his bag, as he no longer has it, he clipped it to his belt.

-Tail of his coat: It also looses the wheat for the same reason as the collar. Though this is not visible.

-Pants: His pants are a softer looser material. It needs to be tightly wrapped to stay up and has no place made for leather belts. While his old pants were a more jeans like material that did not need to be wrapped, he just did cause he liked it.

-Shoes: Dispite not being visible, he swapped out his metal armoured boots for a regular leather pair as he does not wear metal as armour anymore. Any metal he has now is mostly from the old outfit itself that he never lost or simply too small for him to care too too much about it.