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natashaslesbian · 1 year ago

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Hi! 😊

I don't know if your requests are still open but I am just going to leave my request here just in case they are.

So this is a Mama!Nat request where Y/N (kid, around the age of 6 or 7 if it's possible) celebrates her birthday while she's on the run in Norway with her Mama and Natasha tries to make Y/N's day as happy as possible, even managing to buy a cake for her daughter as a surprise alongside a new teddy bear.

I understand if the requests are closed or if you don't want to write this. Thank you so much for your time and I want you to know that I'm a big fan of your work! It's absolutely amazing!!! Sending lots of love 😊🧡

7 Laps Around The Sun

A/N: I absolutely adored this request and loved writing it, thank you sm! This isn’t proof read so please don’t mind any mistakes or typos :))

Word Count: 964

Parings (Mom!Natasha x Daughter!Reader) (Nat x Mason) (referenced to Clint and blackhill)

Warnings: none :))

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The door to the trailer creaked louder than ever. Why was it always when someone is trying to be quiet things make the most noise. Natasha pulled the heavy door to a close with one hand, the other carrying a large plastic bag of supplies. The redhead heard small shuffles from your shared bedroom and paused her movements, you must have settled again immediately as Nat didn’t hear anything else throughout the cold trailer. Norway was always cold but especially in late autumn, the widow would have to find another safe house to take you too, it was relatively safe here but the winter was fast approaching and Natasha wasn’t going to let you, her daughter, go cold all season.

A while later you stirred again, rolling over to mamas side of the bed. The mattress was cold beneath the sheets, it told you that Natasha wasn’t there. “Mommy” you quietly called out, eyes still shut and your grip tight on the purple baby blanket. Oh how you missed Jimmy, your beloved stuff bear, there just wasn’t any time to grab him before you left. you peeled your eyes open to the dimly lit room “Mamma” you called louder. The doors angle increased and your favourite person appeared “hey there beautiful, did you have a good sleep?” Natasha asked. You hummed and opened your arms wide for a cuddle. Mommy came and scooped you up tightly “happy birthday baby” she said as she tickled your belly. Today you were 7 years old, you felt so grown up, but this birthday was defiantly going to be different. “Thank you mommy” you said as you slid down her slender frame “can I have the chocolate cereal today? As I’m 7 now!” You begged at your mamas hip bone. Natasha had promised that as you were away from home this year you could have a special cereal as a birthday treat, she never let you have anything chocolaty before midday! It was the best she could offer until she laid sleepless last night with a new idea.

“I told you not to knock!” Natasha said as she opened the trailer door “sorry” Mason whispered “I forgot” Natasha stepped out of the door, making sure each lock was secure “ok, just sit here and don’t go inside, y/n’s a heavy sleeper so she shouldn’t wake up” the fugitive explained “I’ll be as quick as I can, there’s a 24 hour store about 20 minutes away so I’ll be like an hour tops” “ok all clear, I’ll be here”

“Actually sweetheart, I have a little surprise for you” your mama said. You eyes and ears perched up “really? What is it mama!” You exclaimed “come with me baby” Natasha said as she took hold of your small hand, wrapping her fingers around your knuckles. Mommy lead you into the main section of the trailer and you let out a loud yelp when you saw the array of pink and purple balloons gently rolling around the room in the dull wind. You looked up at the walls to find a huge banner displaying a sparkly ‘happy birthday’. You were truly amazed, when had your mama had time to do all this? “What do you think y/n?” Nat said “I love it! Thank you so much mommy!” You beamed. “You are very welcome darling” Natasha said as she hoisted you up onto her hip “but guess what?” You perched up immediately “wha mama!” You asked “there’s one more surprise, over by the fridge” your mommy said as she carried you towards the old grayed out refrigerator.

“Cake cake cake!” You exclaimed upon seeing the bright pink sparkly birthday cake, topped with sprinkles and a wonky 7. “I know this birthday is a bit different, but my baby girl always has a birthday cake, no matter what” Nat would move heaven and earth for you. “Wait mama look!” You said as you little feet pattered on the floor after escaping Natasha’s grip “a stuffy bear!” Just left of the cake was a light brown bear, tag still connected to its ear. “So there is!” Mama said, pretending she had no idea where he had come from “someone special must’ve left him for you” she didn’t like to lie, but Natasha just wanted you to have a little magic in your life “maybe uncle Clint?” You questioned “maybe, what are you going to name him?” You hummed for a moment “Peter! Because Peter is my favourite and I miss him” you said, a hint of sadness in your tone, Nat frowned. “That’s a perfect name”

“Who’s that?” You said after hearing three consecutive knocks on the door, Masons secret code to let Natasha know there was no danger. “Well if we’re going to have a party then we need guests” Your mama said as she opened the door to the strange man you’d never seen before “hello there y/n” he said, a little box in his right hand “is that a present?” You said, giving him mommy’s signature smirk “yes it is” Mason said, standing awkwardly at the door frame, his hand way too close to your mom “hey!” You said, alerting the two adults “are you mommy’s boyfriend?” You innocently asked, the pair stood in a slight uncomfortable silence, soon breaking into laughter “no, he’s not y/n” Natasha said as she came to scoop you up once again “then why is he looking at you the same way Maria does? Does he kiss you too?” Natasha couldn’t help but giggle, slightly sad because she was missing her ‘almost’ girlfriend. “Yep, she’s defiantly your daughter” Mason said, Natasha shot him daggers “is it cake time yet?” You said with a huff and a pout “yes baby, it’s cake time”

#marvel #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel fic #nat x reader #avengers #natasha x little!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #clint barton #blackhill #maria hill

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shhtickerbook · 11 months ago

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Little Chocolatier

Finally finished my Wonka agere fic!

tw: crying, nightmares, bedwetting, hurt / comfort

also posted this on Ao3

Willy Wonka came tumbling down the laundry chute, a pile of sheets piled over him like a stereotypical ghoul. It had been a very long day selling chocolate around the city, his pouch of sovereigns jingled like an instrument as he walked.

Lugging himself out of the laundry cart, Willy smiled weakly up at his friends who were finishing up for the day. Placing down the pocketful of coins on abacus’ table, who picked up his spectacles from his desk.

“Let me get these counted up for you Mr Wonka, I’d say we’re making more and more money each day”

The man spoke as he counted out his coins, Willy nodding. His head was feeling a little odd, like he hadn’t had the best sleep for a while. His days revolved around chocolate and chocolate only, and of course still trying to catch that little orange man. Willys body ached from running from police all day, and for once it was hard to keep his usual chipper and positive energy. His head just felt a little out of gear.

“You okay Willy?”

Piper was hanging up sheets, but had noticed the slight change in the chocolatiers body language. He quickly jumped in reply, putting on his smile and charm.

“Of course! Just a little fatigued. I better head to bed”

He chirpily replied, before making a quick exit to head up to his room. An early night was what probably he needed, to clear the cobwebs from his mind. It was always strange when he felt like this, like a fog overcame his senses. Things just seemed louder, too bright. He just needed some time to rest. The sight of his room wasn’t exactly warming, the metal framed bed teetering on edge, with a yellowing sheet and thin mattress. It wasn’t pretty, but it was the only home he had right now. At least until he made enough money to open his store. Then he could purchase his own house, with enough room for all his friends to move in.

Humming softly as he got changed into his nightclothes, he watched the rain beginning to drop from the sky and glittering against the oil streetlights. This was the only good part of the room, able to see all the way down to the glowing light of the gallery gourmet.

“One day Mamma….”

A young Willy wonka awoke in a fright, feeling his centre of gravity tilt for a moment before being thrown from his bed. He had been flung to wooden floorboards, swaying back and forth. It was his canal boat home, but there were no lights, and the once comfortable and cosy furniture was decrepit and molding.

There was a huge roar from outside, howling wind and torrential rain pour. Willy tried to get to his feet, stumbling from the imbalance. What had happened, where was his mother?

“Mamma? Where are you?”

He called out, managing to find the shape of the ladder in the dark. It was incredibly difficult to try and ascend it with the boat rocking back and forth. The boy was immediately hit by a spray of water when he opened the hatch. The canal boat was racing down the water, a terrible storm hitting in every direction.

“Mamma!”

Willy sheltered his face with his elbow, a gust of cold wind causing his favourite scarf unravel and be sucked away. Usually they tied the boat up when bad weather came, he couldn’t even recognise where the boat had been blown to. A sudden flash of light flashed in front of his eyes, disorienting him before a gigantic bang threw him back. Thunder and lightning, it was one of the very few things that frightened him. Usually his mother would hold him close when it thundered, humming a soft tune to drown out the bangs. He wanted nothing more than to find her, where in earth had she gone, why had she left him alone?

His threadbare boots skidded against the wet floorboards, the boat bowing up high in the water. Scrambling he attempted to hold on to anything, but it was no use. In one awful weightless sensation, the boy was thrown from the boat and plunged deep into the choppy freezing water.

“Mamma!”

Willy jerked up from bed, clutching at his chest as he began to hyperventilate. His room was filled with darkness, his oil lamp had long burned itself out. But the darkness was quickly replaced with a flash of light from outside, followed by a bang. Flinching violently at the noise, still disoriented from waking up. The dream had felt so real, like he could still feel the cold water he’d been plunged into…

Oh dear.

Frantically he felt around his sheets, sighing out in despair when finding them cold and sopping wet. This was a problem of which that had only happened from time to time, and up until this point it hadn’t occurred whilst he’d been saying at Scrubbits. Willy felt his eyes watering, Mama always helped him when he was young and this happened. It had happened once or twice on the ship, but thankfully there was a very kindly second mate with the same problem who had caught him one evening hunting for sheets.

Sheets… that’s it. He was literally living at Scrubbit and Bleachers, all he had to do was sneak down and wash them, dry and make it back to his room. Although when he stood up and felt the cold breeze through the warped window, all his confidence disappeared and all he wanted to do was curl up and cry. Willy didn’t think he’d ever wanted his mother more in his life, he certainly didn’t want to deal with this.

His head felt fuzzy and strange, vulnerable even. Thankfully a small stuffed creature had been spared from the mess, a floppy knitted bird was strewn against his pillow. Willy picked up the ratty bird, his name was Chester the toucan. Mama had made him when he was a baby, told him stories about where the flocks of birds lived. They even cracked open cocoa beans for food, not the bitter nibs, but the soft sweet flesh surrounding them. Chester was his most loyal companion, so with a deep breath, he tucked the bird under his arm and gathered up the soaked sheets, carefully tiptoeing out of his room.

The creaking floorboards didn’t help his attempt of stealth, but he managed to make his way down the hall and down the stairs. The freezing cold rain and wind felt agonising in just his damp pajamas when he made it outside, the silly man completely forgetting to slip on shoes or any kind of coat on beforehand. The rain was getting torrential, with a deep rumbling in the distance. Willy managing to sprint across the cobblestones to the laundry room just before another bang rang out.

Abacus Crunch was a very light sleeper, so when the thunder and lightning began, he resolved to just sit and read for a while until it had passed. He quite enjoyed this kind of weather, he’d read in a book that the sound of thunder created a kind of “white noise” that helped one relax. And his keen hearing picked up on the sound of somebody getting up, but he thought nothing of it. But then he heard the sound of a door loudly open outside, and couldn’t help but stand up to investigate. His pocket watch read that it was 12:35 in the morning, so nobody should be outside at this time. Mrs Scrubbit and Bleacher had threatened any fool who left the building out of hours with multiple gruesome punishments.

So when he peered through the window to see what looked like Willy Wonka darting into the washhouse, he couldn’t help but be curious. What on earth was Mr Wonka doing at this time of night, and in his pajamas of all things?Too peculiar to ignore, the man stood up and put some sensible clothes on to investigate further.

Willy really wished he had brought some kind of light with him, the inside of the washhouse looked rather unnerving with only the moonlight and flash of thunder illuminating the interior. He felt around the walls until he found a shelf, scrambling until he found the shape of a candle, box of matches not far behind.

It took a few attempts to strike the match, his shivering hands struggling to get the damn candle lit. But on the fourth attempt he got the old stub of candle alight, having to settle with the puny flame to guide him. He couldn’t just throw the soiled sheets in the hamper, someone for sure would find them tomorrow and question. There was no choice but to wash them, dry and redress his bed. A bitterly cold draft swept through the building, his wet pajamas feeling icy against his skin. With his precious candle being snuffed out in one single breeze.

He groaned in defeat, swallowing anxiously. Wondering just how he was going to do this on his own, he wanted to go back to bed but his bed was now wet and ruined. What was even wrong with him right now? Willy Wonka was the most independent, confident person you could know, why was something as silly as a bad dream and thunder making him feel so unsettled. The knitted toucan in his arm was the only thing he could find some comfort in right now, his button eyes glinting in the moonlight. Holding the bird close to his face, it’s very faint chocolate smell still there from years past.

Taking a deep breath he walked in further, trying to find a washtub. Eventually feeling around to find a large wooden vat. As he was about to dump the sheets inside, to his horror he heard the door loudly creaking open, a yellow light appearing from atop the stairs.

In a panic Willy grabbed at his curls, breathing beginning to hitch. Heavy footsteps echoing down the stairs, the possibilities of who it could be racing through his brain, before coming to a horrifying conclusion. Bleacher. If he found him like this he would never ever hear the end of it, he’d be humiliated beyond belief. The terrible man would probably parade his sodden sheets like a flag to everybody, laughing at stupid Willy Wonka bedwetter.

Willy didn’t know what to do, sliding down to the floor behind the washtub. The steps continued down, watching the warm light fill up the room. In a few moments his hiding spot would be for sure revealed.

“Mr Wonka?”

It was a deep voice, but not gravelly and sinister. A gentle baritone rumble, sounding kind. Although feeling relief that it wasn’t Bleacher, the panic still remained of being caught. He stayed silent, hopeful he would leave. But as Abacus walked further, there was no place left to hide, the man turning a corner to see the chocolatier doing his best to stay in the shadows.

“Oh I’m fine- please just go back to bed”

He squeaked out, but his tone only concerned the other man further. Abacus approaching further with his lamp, illuminating the boy in its shine. In the warm light there was no way to hide his predicament, a terrible silence between the two. Abacus had been concerned as to what on earth was going on, but his expression softened when seeing the chocolatier clutching a handful of sheets in his wet pyjamas.

“Ohh”

Abacus breathed out sympathetically, watching as the Willy Wonkas face crumpled before he looked away with tears in his eyes. A huge lump had formed in his throat, everything felt like it was closing in on him. He couldn’t help but hold onto the silly little bird for security as he felt tears fill his eyes.

“Oh dear boy, it’s quite alright”

Abacus placed the lamp on a table before approaching, his heartstrings being pulled at the sight of the poor boy. He looked so very vulnerable and afraid.

“I’m so sorry”

Wonka admitted quietly, feeling so ashamed. But the kind tone of the older gentleman was weakening his defences. Unable to hold back a small sob, as his body folded in on itself. Abacus was certainly shocked by the reaction, having never seen the man so emotional. Of course he had every reason to feel embarrassed, but it wasn’t something Abacus hadn’t seen before being both a father and grandfather.

“There’s nothing to apologise for, it happens to the best of us”

He spoke gently, putting an arm around the chocolatier. It was the straw the broke the camels back for Willy, the comforting voice and affection only making him think of his mother. More tears bubbling over as he couldn’t hold it back anymore. The fuzzy feeling in his head felt even stronger, all he wanted was to be held and to be secure.

Abacus knew that this situation was probably very embarrassing for him, but this kind of breakdown made him think that there was more going on in his head than the accident.

He felt Willy Wonkas knees buckle underneath him, so he held him up before guiding the pair over to a bench. It was clear he needed to get whatever this was out of his system, the mathematician holding an arm over his frame and allowing him to whimper into his shoulder. Although feeling so very embarrassed, Willy couldn’t help but cling to the man, especially when another crack of lightning rung out.

“Ah I see, I gather you’re not a fan of fulgur tempestas”

Abacus had begun to rub small circles into his back, remembering how his Sons were very comforted by the simple gesture. Willy looked up in mild confusion between his tears, not understanding what word was said. Perhaps it was made up, like he usually did when he couldn’t find a rhyme for something. Abacus just chuckled softly.

“Lightning, you’re afraid of it?”

Willy just hunched up a little and quickly nodded with his head turned away, it was a very silly thing to feel so afraid of. It was odd to see Willy Wonka seeming so.. small? Even with his tall lanky frame it felt as if he was holding a scared little boy.

“Now, it’s quite late and getting very chilly. How about we get you more comfortable? You’re shivering”

He patted him on the back, but Willy just looked down anxiously at the sheets still clutched in his hands.

“No need to worry about those, I’ll take them personally and get them cleaned. Nobody has to know”

Standing up, he pulled the damp sheets from his grasp before carefully folding them and placing them in an old washtub behind his desk. Sighing sympathetically at the boys forlorn expression, but gave a small smile when seeing a little creature tucked away under an arm.

“Is that your companion?”

He gestured at the knitted toy, Willy blushing at first and trying to hide it. But Abacus sounded nice about him, not like he was going to poke fun. Hesitantly he presented the bird, his bean filled head sloping to the left. Abacus chuckled as he saw it clearly, it was a very charming little toy.

“Chester.”

Willy spoke extremely quietly, chin to his chest selfconsciously.

“Hm? What was that?”

He leant in closer, holding a hand to his ear.

“Chester, his name”

His voice was so very small, not his usual confident chirpy tone. Yet again Abacus felt his heartstrings being pulled upon, the fatherly instincts in him taking over when he heard that little voice.

“That’s a very good name.”

For the first time that night Abacus caught a small smile from the boy, but it disappeared when a low rumble from outside growled ominously. He held the bird close to him again for comfort, which was a very sweet sight. It truly was as if Willy Wonka had transformed into a small child, his entire body language and demeanour seemed different. Abacus took a step further and bent down a little to his sitting level, holding out his large hand.

“How about we head back to your room and I help you get sorted, you’ll catch your death in those wet things”

His tearstained face looked up, not seeming quite sure. A part of him wanted to stand up straight and assure he was completely alright, he could take care of himself. But when he saw the kind expression on the older man, all he yearned for was his comfort and security. So he accepted the offer, holding onto his hand tight as he stood up.

Abacus couldn’t hold back the sympathetic smile as he guided the boy out of the washhouse, the desperate grip in his grasp reminded him so of his son many years ago. When they made it back outside, he handed Wonka the oil lamp whilst he pulled out his umbrella.

“Now, only a quick walk back inside, could you carry the lamp for me?”

The pair briskly walked through the rain to their accommodation, Willy holding on for dear life throughout the thunder. He’d been so afraid of being caught, but right now he couldn’t feel more grateful to be with in the man’s protection. His head was feeling at its fuzziest. Thankfully it only took a few seconds, Abacus folding up the umbrella once they had made it back inside. Willy had his hands full with the oil lamp and knitted toy, Abacus taking the oil lamp back from his grasp.

“Well done, thank you.”

The simple praise made Wonka glow inside, feeling genuinely proud of such a simple simple task. As quietly as they both could, they ascended the creaking stairs together until they came into Willy’s room. Once they entered the room, Abacus immediately noticed the stain across the mattress. The sight of it making Willys face burn red in embarrassment, but the older man was completely unbothered.

“Alright then, have you got a spare nightclothes?”

Abacus turned as he rubbed his hands together, Willy just standing there with a shrug. He hadn’t brought many clothes with him here, just his signature velvet outfit, a few shirts and only one pair of pyjamas. The other man just sighed in amusement, especially when noting the large amount of chocolate related instruments and inventions in comparison to how little clothes he owned.

“Well, you sit there and I’ll be back in just a moment”

Obediently he sat down on the stool, feeling a little worried about him leaving even if for a few moments. Sqomething about him taking control made him feel wonderfully secure. After Mamma died he had nobody to care for him, no one to tell him what to do. It strangely felt quite good for somebody else to take control. When Abacus returned, it looked to be a large pinstriped sheet in his hands.

“Now this will likely be a bit large on you, but it’ll have to do for now.”

He unfurled the fabric, revealing a white and pale blue pinstripe nightgown. One that would certainly go past Wonkas feet, but the gesture was very touching. Everything abacus was doing for him right now was just.. so kind? Why was he doing this for him? Once again his face screwed up, softly crying as fat tears spilled over.

“Ahh”

Abacus placed the gown on his lap before kneeling to the ground. (With some difficulty with his aching joints) Pulling out a cotton handkerchief from his pocket before dabbing at his cheeks.

“You’re feeling right out of sorts aren’t you?”

The chocolatier just nodded tearfully, allowing his hot teary face be mopped up so carefully. Abacus even getting him a glass of cold water, even if it tasted rather metallic from the Scrubbit plumbing.

“Now I’ll sponge your mattress out, then we can just turn it over for tonight.”

His deep voice narrated, making it his responsibility to make sure the boy could sleep comfortably tonight. Meanwhile Willy changed from the damp clothes into the large nightgown. It smelled softly of lavender soap, much nicer than the usual musty odour of his old pyjamas. Although It came far past his feet, even trailing down like a brides train. When abacus turned from the now turned over and fresh bed, he couldn’t hold back the chuckle at the sight of him.

“Certainly is rather big on you, but it will have to do for tonight.”

He spoke with a smile, guiding a hand on his shoulder towards the bed. He had stripped it and replaced it with fresh smelling sheets. Just before hopping into bed, Willy turned to his case on the desk. It was busy at work pumping out chocolates, but his goal was to turn a little golden handle a few times. It wound for a few moments before a series of notes began to play, a music box tune. A familiar song that always brought him comfort, the exact one his mother would hum under her breath.

“It’s getting late Mr Wonka, perhaps it’s time for you to get settled in bed”

Giving a tap on his shoulder, Willy turned to see his kind expression, holding open the blanket. With a nod he followed, climbing into the now clean and dry bed. For the first time since his mamma was around, he found himself being tucked into the bed. For a moment Abacus wondered what he was doing, bearing in mind that Mr Wonka was indeed a young adult. But there was something about his behaviour right now that didn’t seem usual.

Willy stretched out in bed, pulling the knitted toucan out with his beak poking over the blanket. When Abacus went to leave up though, Willy sat right up in bed with a concerned expression. Upon seeing the reaction to the idea of his departure, Abacus paused for a moment.

“How about I stay for a little while?”

His body relaxed at the statement. Willy didn’t quite know why, but he really really did not want to be away from Abacus right now. Pulling up a stool next to the bed, he noted how Willy began to settle at his presence. Thinking for a moment, he asked the question that had been brewing in his mind for the past hour.

“Im not saying this to offend- Willy, but would you say that you sometimes have a little trouble.. staying grown?”

The question startled Willy at first, trying to process what Abacus had just asked him. He thought for a little while, so much so that Abacus could practically hear the cogs turning round and round in his head. That fuzzy feeling in his head, how sometimes everything around him felt so overwhelming. The overstimulating sensation of feeling so vulnerable. He pulled both his knees up to his chin, finding himself chewing on his thumbnail.

“Maybe..”

Abacus put an arm around the boy, who leant into his shoulder. Perhaps this was simply an outlet that he needed, from what he knew about the chocolatier he had to raise himself after his mother died. He also vaguely remembered from reading from an old psychology textbook that this kind of behaviour could be a result of trauma too. A kind of mental regression response.

“Well i don’t see any problem here, it’s okay to need some extra help and support at times.”

Abacus felt an overwhelming urge to take care of this little boy, especially when seeing the way he held onto the little knitted bird. If this was what he required, he was happy to oblige if he needed him. Then he had a thought, remembering what he was doing before all of this.

“Would you like it if I read you a story? I was in the middle of re-reading an old favourite of mine earlier.”

Willy perked up a little, he couldn’t read books very well. Even with Noodles current teachings, he had vague memories of his mother reading to him, so he nodded furiously. With a smile, Abacus rose up from the stool to return to his room, finding the discarded book lying face down on his desk.

Willy was still tucked beneath the covers, waiting in anticipation. With the book tucked under his arm, Abacus took his place on the stool beside.

“Now this is a very good story, it’s called the Wizard of Oz”

So Abacus began to read the story aloud, Willy taking his place by leaning into his shoulder. Feeling the rumble of the man’s chest as his deep baritone voice narrated the book. At first he tried to follow the words with his voice, like how Noodle taught him so. But it became too muddled for him to follow, all the letters seeming to dance around. Instead he focused on the small inked in illustrations, tracing them gently with his fingertip. He paid attention to the story though for as long as he could, but he couldn’t feel his eyelids drooping. He hadn’t even gotten to the second chapter when he could feel himself drifting off, but he felt a sense of peace that he hadn’t felt in quite a while.

Once the chocolatier was well and truly out of the count, Abacus gently closed the book as to not awaken him. Not before tucking the sheet around his sleeping frame, the boys thumb discreetly tucked away in his mouth. With a smile he crept away, deciding to leave the oil lamp to burn itself out Incase he awoke.

“Goodnight dear Wonka.”

#agere fic #agere fanfic #little! wonka #wonka 2023 #wonka agere #fandom agere #fandom agere art #agere art #age regression #age regressor #age dreaming #agere blog #agere community #safe agere #agere little #sfw agere #sfw interaction only #sfw littlespace

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webwizkid · 1 year ago

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｢天才ショコラティエとテレビ依存症の子｣ (The Genius Chocolatier and the TV Addict), a short catcf fangame by webwizkid (me), featuring Mike and Wonka since theyre my two favourite characters

#not real btw. just a concept #mike teavee #willy wonka #charlie and the chocolate factory #catcf #catcf 2005 #fanart #my art

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unnamednarrator · 3 months ago

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💜 for everlark!

me to me: keep it brief

the ghost of victor hugo: *possesses me*

context for this: modern au, college au, best friends to lovers, surprise kiss/impulsive kiss. enjoy!!!

If anyone but Peeta had suggested this, I would’ve run full speed in the other direction. But for some reason, and it’s always been like this, if he proposes something odd, it intrigues me.

So that’s how I ended up cross-legged on the floor in front of Peeta’s coffee table, blindfolded as he hands me bite-sized pieces of new recipes he’s been testing.

‘Be right back,’ he says and I can hear him shifting noisily as he gets up and goes to the kitchen.

I take a sip of water to cleanse my palette. So far, my favourite has been his “new spin” on a pain au chocolat. I don’t know much about the pastry but it was the most chocolaty so I was happy.

Peeta comes back and I hear the sound of bread being torn off. A moment later, the smell hits my nose. I know this one. It’s my favourite. I don’t need to taste test these. He knows I love them.

For the first time since putting the blindfold on, I hook my thumb on one end and draw it up so I can see Peeta with one eye. He’s already watching me, hands frozen on the half destroyed cheese bun. I offer him a small smile and his shoulders sag down as he returns it. I tug the blindfold the rest of the way off and drop it on the coffee table. Then I scoot closer to Peeta until our knees are touching. He doesn’t move a muscle. Doesn’t even blink. Slowly, I lift my hands, inch by inch, until they’re resting on his cheeks and lean in closer to him until the distance between us is truly a technicality. Then, with an almost imperceptible tilt of his chin, his lips brush against mine. The tiny point of contact sends a bolt of electricity through every cell of my body.

And it becomes the start of a full-on thunderstorm.

wrote this whilst waiting for my dinner to finish lmao. excuse any typos. thanks for sending in this prompt @bbrooklynbabe 🧡💚

from this ask game !

#ask game #ask answered #everlark #everlark fanfiction #my writing

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sanguine-salvation · 2 months ago

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get to know me meme

do you make your bed? Kind of halfway, lmao. I'll do the whole fancy deal when the sheets are freshly washed though. I used to work at a hotel so it's just reflex now.

favourite number? 24!

job? I work at a chocolatier!

if you could go back to school, would you? Assuming this is college and not just "I would like to relive my horrible teenage years" then hell yea. I would love to further my education, probably take some art classes, and I would love to study library and information science!

can you parallel park? NOPE.

do you think aliens are real? I mean, depending on definition, I wouldn't be surprised? There's probably some weird ass lil amoebas somewhere. My thing is don't rule it out, but never count on it, either.

can you drive a manual car? NOPEROONI.

what's your guilty pleasure? Jokes on you, I feel no guilt in my pleasures. (But probably sleeping in and wearing my jammies all day.)

tattoos? I don't have any but I WANT SOME SO BAD. My first one is going to be Spyro the Dragon because I promised 7 year old Draig that I would.

favourite colour? Green~

do you like puzzles? I fuckin LOVE puzzles. Any kind of puzzle, I am on it.

any phobias? Not really? Nothing really notable anyway.

favourite childhood sport? I actually did do a sport when I was really little, I was a softball gremlin.

do you talk to yourself? Yes, all the time.

Tagged by || @violetgleams (thank youuuu) Tagging || whoever wants to! tag me back so I can see! YES THIS MEANS YOU, EVEN IF YOU THINK IT DOESN'T.

#pass it on || dash games #;ooc || knives away

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fantasyfoodpalace · 2 months ago

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I spent half hour and ten minutes traveling to this restaurant for lunch, and wow, was it worth it! The food was incredible, and the ambiance was perfect. This place is designed like a mansion, and when I walked in, it felt like entering a royal palace! The decor is absolutely stunning, and you can feel the luxury in every corner of the restaurant. Also, this spot does double duty as a restaurant and a café. You can grab a full meal or just swing by for some coffee and pastries whenever you like!

The restaurant primarily serves Turkish food, but they also offer a large menu with other dishes. I've ordered some juicy, sizzling chicken and beef grilled kebabs, fish fillet (chef's special) greek salad, moroccan harira soup and chicken cream soup with warm and fluffy turkish pita. For drinks, I had their signature drink called "Bel Azur" named after their restaurant, Pinacolada and Marmon (orange and pomegranate juice)

There's always room for dessert, that's for sure! I ordered chocolate lava cakes served with vanilla ice cream and OMG those cakes were very moist and very chocolaty with perfect sweetness! Definitely my favourite!

⭐️ Ratings ⭐️

1. Beef Kebab {10/10}

2. Chicken & Beef Grilled Kebabs {10/10}

3. Fish Fillet (In chef's way) {4/10}

4. Greek Salad {5/10}

5. Moroccan Harira Soup {4/10}

6. Chicken Cream Soup {4/10}

7. Bel Azur {6/10}

8. Pinacolada {3/10}

9. Marmon {2/10}

10. Chocolate Lava Cake {10/10}

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2darklymelanatedstories · 2 years ago

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One of my all time favourite stories

Sharp Shooter (ft Beerus)

A sharp shooter

My hearts ruler

Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you

•••

Its Valentines Day, the day every planet celebrates. The day for love, revealing your feelings, making single people feel bad, putting pressure on people in relationships and wasting money on things your partner will probably never use again.

Whis' left for planet Earth to go to the Love festival. I rejected the invite, I hated this holiday and Whis knew why though still tried to get me to go with him but he eventually gave up.

I sat on the stump of a purple tree with my legs crossed, eating some Valentines chocolates carved in my liking that Bulma had the top chocolatiers make. I hated the holiday but I loved the gifts. If only I could rub these chocolates in Champa's face. I bet no one got him something like this.

In the middle of my snacking I felt a presence. My eyes scanned the area, nothing but flowers, trees and a river.

I shrugged it off and resumed snacking. Thank you Bulma for the huge box.

I felt it again. Something was coming towards me. Without even a blink, my quick reflexes caught a golden arrow.

"There's a note."

"A sharp shooter

Your hearts ruler♡♡♡ "

"What?",I questioned to myself. I immediately had no idea what to think of it.

I closed the large, heart-shaped box of chocolates and placed the arrow under the red bow on the box. I jumped off the stump then scanned my surroundings once again. Thanks to my adorable, big ears. I heard someone from behind.

"I know you're there, I can hear you breathing. Show yourself."

For some reason I couldn't sense their energy. Unlike mortals, Gods can sense energy and power even if they hide it. I glanced at the box in my hand and noticed the arrow was no longer there. It vanished.

"Alright, I haven't got the time nor the patience for this. Get out here now!"

I felt a huge gush of wind and saw a blur speed past me. My hands felt empty. I glanced down again to find my box gone, that aggravated me. You can shoot arrows at me but no ones steals Lord Beerus' food and gets away with it.

"All right enough!!" I yelled as a dark purple aura surrounded me. "That's it, it's bad enough you're trespassing but now you've stolen a delicacy from my bare hands."

I suddenly felt someone's energy, not far from where I am. I toothy grin appeared on my face.

"Oh, I'm gonna enjoy watching you bleed after what you've done."

I flew in the direction of that...strangely familiar energy. I was so aggravated that I didn't even think logically that it could be a trap.

I ended up at my palace. I searched all the rooms till I came to mine. The door was open, which was weird because I never leave it open.

I opened the door as the creak echoed in the giant room. I entered and as soon my tail made it in, the door slammed closed. I quickly turned around and saw an arrow on the door with another note attached.

"This isn't what I pictured, hey

You're in the dark with me eh..."

As soon as I read that, the lights went out. The golden arrow started glowing and bright, golden ink appeared on the paper.

"And I can't see clearly they

Say you have nothing else to offer me babe

As the lighting beams

My heart goes dim"

I formed a small ball of light in the palm of my hand.

"Who the hell is this...and why the f**k does all this feel familiar!?",I questioned, feeling frustrated as I tried to think of who this trespasser could be.

I felt something warm. I touched my face but there was nothing on it. I opened my eyes to see a small beam of light shining from the top of the room. I made a bigger ball to shine more light into the dark room before finding and climbing the transparent steps that lead to my bed. I couldn't risk flying and hitting one of my atomic hourglasses. To be honest this chase was getting interesting.

Once I made it I saw a some red and white petals on my bed forming a heart. This isn't creepy at all. I felt something brush up on my shoulder. I glanced up to see some sort of fabric hanging from the wall as something blew making it gracefully flutter in the air.

Grabbing the fabric, I quickly realized it was my giant curtains and pulled them apart, letting the sunlight hit my face and bring light to the once dark room.

"As the lighting beams, my heart goes dim."I said to myself, thinking about what was written in the golden ink.

As I flew out the open window and heard something snap, I quickly turned around to see another arrow coming towards me. I caught it effortlessly. If only my reflexes could react that way whenever Bulma was about to hit me on the head.

I sighed at the number of times that woman has hit me on the head. Shaking the thoughts of the Saiyans wife I took another note from the arrow. On it read,

"A sharp shooter

Your hearts ruler

Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you."

"Sniper on the roof? Oh great, a psycho hitman wants to rape me on my roof.",I sighed before chuckling at my statement.

I flew to the top of my tree-like mansion. Once my feet touched the surface I stood still and tried to listen for anyone.

Nothing.

There's no one here. I can't believe that pervert stood me up. The sound of light, sweet chirps brough me from my thoughts. I beautiful white bird landed on one of the giant branches. Wait--a dove!? I thought I killed all of them on this planet. They're rare to find but apparently on Earth they're everywhere.

It flew away and I decided to follow it because of my annoying cat instincts, plus I was hungry as fxck and I'd eat anything right then. Sure we had food in the kitchen but who has time to cook at that time with a perverted Sniper on the loose.

That dove was surprisingly fast but I managed to follow it to a large tree. To my surprise there was a golden dagger lodged in the tree that pinned another note to it. I took a closer look and saw that it was a Wanted Poster with my face on it.

"Now I'm concerned."I said as I slid it off the dagger, forming a rip in the paper.

At the bottom corner was written:

"Turn page."

I did what the mysterious ink told me, at the back of the Wanted Poster was more weird writing.

"There's a sniper on the loose

A head hunter on the move

There's a bounty out on you

I'm certain of that move

They catch me

I will lose

Can't go back there"

"There's a bounty out on me? Wait, maybe Champa and the other God's are plotting to kill me again.",I contemplated. "No probably not but if Champa is in on it then it's highly possible."

Plus this person is witty, sly, poetic and artistic. I feel like I need to remember something but it was completely wiped from my brain. I grabbed the dagger from the tree and felt it in my hands, feeling the carved design against my fingers. I figured I'd need it for something.

"Hmm, all this mystery is making me hungry, I'm gonna eat. Can't kill trespassers on an empty stomach."

I strolled into my kitchen and made myself a bowl instant Ramen. I sat at the island and enjoyed my food while trying to think about what that last note meant.

"They catch me, I will lose. Can't go back there. Can't go back where?"

Luckily I was stress eating so I didn't get frustrated and blow something up. After eating I kinda felt sleepy but I didn't wanna sleep in that creeps heart trap until I killed them and used their lifeless body as a pillow.

I mean come on, the jerk stole my chocolate.

I decided to go to the Oracle Fish to find out more about this trespasser but when I reached his pool room he was no where to be found.

"Hey Oracle!"I yelled but nothing except silence answered.

"They took the fish. This person is clever. Definitely not Champa."

I saw something glowing in the water, I assumed it was another one of their notes so jumped in. The Oracle's pool was beautifully designed and decorated by Whis. It had a real ocean vibe. I swam till I found a small gold and white chest with a heart-shaped lock.

I took it before swimming back up to the surface. I swam to the edge of the pool and placed the chest on the tiling. I tried to zap the chest open with my finger but it didn't budge. Next I tried using my strength to break it open but it stayed intact. It's like it was made by a God. Nothing can survive a destroyers attack.

"Hmm, so it is really another God. For a second I thought it was Whis and Goku playing a stupid game."

I got out of the water and decided to try something. I took the golden pocket dagger from my pocket and placed it in the slot of the lock. Guess what...it didn't work. I was about to give up and lose it till I realised that maybe I need to turn it. So I did. I turned it to the left and surprise, surprise. It worked.

"Good job, me."

I opened it to find one of Whis' paint brushes. He found painting interesting ever since Bulma introduced him to dead artists like Picasso and Da Vinci. Those are the only two I bothered to hear before I took a bite of pancakes and transported to another dimension.

"I got myself wet for a paintbrush."

Then I realised...the garden. Whis loved to practice there. I rushed over to the garden and found a canvas and a isle in the middle of the garden which wasn't weird since Whis always leaves his art there.

I saw the same dove from before land on top of the canvas. I crept over there, trying not to chase the bird away...not because I wanted to eat it but because I wanted answers.

I was just about to pounce on it when it vanished, just like that.

"What the?"I questioned before viewing the other side of the canvas. A beautiful painting of me bending over and kissing a woman with light skin, though I couldn't see her face properly but I knew I've seen her before. We both had blindfolds on for some reason and her golden hair covered her naked breasts. Wow. So beautiful.

There was something written on the top, left corner.

"This isn't what I pictured babe

I didn't bring myself to wander alone

It should have been you all along

But in our age

People don't understand

Unconditional love"

I reached out to touch the painting and once I did, the painting changed. It showed the woman again but this time she hung her head so I couldn't see her face. She wore a crown of thorns and dark red roses and a beautiful wedding dress. She held out what appeared to be a real heart in her hands.

I don't know why but I found it attractive.

I jumped when I saw the heart move, it started beating three times before writing appeared on it.

"For better or worse

Or until one decides

It's the bittersweet end

Of the days of you and I

This thinking there's no way out."

I sighed,"Oh, Cupid, you're playing games with my heart." I gasped at my statement, it hit me, I realised that I've seen all this before.

"A sharp shooter

My heart's ruler

Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you."I said aloud. That's when I decided to go back to the roof.

I grabbed a black rose from the garden. I don't know why but I felt like should, that it'd be appropriate.

I landed at on the purple surface covered in white, yellow and lavender flowers. I saw a figure sitting on the edge. As I crept closer to the figure, I heard a tune.

"A sharp shooter

My heart's ruler

Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you."

"Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you"

"Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you."

"A sharp shooter

My heart's ruler

Sniper on the roof

I'll make love to you"

I found myself singing along until I spotted her with her back facing me. She had the same golden hair as the woman in the painting, wearing a crown of roses on her head, a white and gold dress with what appeared to be almost the same chest piece as mine. I immediately recognised her.

I placed the black rose behind her ear then leaned over, moving one of her golden streaks behind the other ear with the dagger.

"Hello, Aphrodite."

"Lord Beerus. Did you miss me?" She glanced over at me and grinned. Aphrodite, the Goddess of love, the reason for Valentines, the only reason I love the holiday. Would've loved it more if mortals dedicated it to her and not a false image of love.

"Yes but I miss my chocolates more."I said. She got up and turned to me with her hands behind her back. I stared at the beauty in front of me. Her long skirt, slit in the side showed off her firm thighs. A red floral belt matched the roses in her hair. Her chest piece red, with gold roses that matched her golden heels. She loved this look. But don't let her looks fool you. She may look like delicate flower but she can be dark and cut you like a thorn. Cupid is the nickname I gave her but as usual, mortals ruined that too. So I refrain from using it and only do to merely annoy the angelic devil.

She tilted her head and stared at me with her emerald eyes before handing me a heart shaped box.

"Oh, speaking of which, I got this for you."

I took it from her as my eyes slit. "This is the chocolate that was stolen from me. The ones I wanted."

A short cold, laugh escaped her pink lips. "Well I do give the best gifts."

I rolled my eyes before opening it and taking a bite of one.

"What, nothing for me?",she pouted. I chuckled and before she knew it, I had stuffed a chocolate in her mouth.

"I don't usually like to share but you, I can make an exception." I smirked. She slowly licked her lips, wiping away any melted chocolate from those soft, sweet, plum things.

"Mmm, delicious."

"Well it is me, after all."

She came closer and wrapped one arm around me. One of her hands trailed down to mine and snatched the dagger before I even reakised it was in my hand. She slowly placed it on the side of my neck with her free hand and gave me a wink. "Did you like my little game?"

"Yes because love playing your games.",I replied in a sarcastic tone. She moved her head closer to mine, our lips almost touching. "And I don't even get a little smooch for my hard work?"

"So you trespassed on my private property, stole my chocolate, waltzed into my home without any permission, kidnapped the Oracle plus you're holding a knife to my throat and you still expect me to kiss you?"

She giggled. "Oh, Beerus, you make it sound so bad but yes it's the least you could do."she said before licking my bottom lip. "I know you get bored easily, so I decided to keep you busy."

I dropped the box on the floor, not really caring if some chocolate landed on the floor at the moment. I placed my hand on her cheeks and pressed my lips against hers. Her lips parted slightly allowing me to slip my tongue in and taste her very godly being. My hands trailed down to her waist as I felt her tongue glide against my fangs. My hands got hold of her ass as I pulled her closer to my body forcefully resulting a soft moan escaping her lips. God, how I loved it. My claws got hold of her skirt, almost ripping it off as she deepened the kiss and our tongues pressed together in an intense open mouth kiss only we could manoeuvre in such a way.

I broke the kiss but that didn't mean I was done with her. No. I was going to make her pay by having her at my mercy, begging for more. The look in her eyes told me that she wasn't done with her little game either.

"Though next time if you want my attention don't make me go on mysterious chases.",I said with a smirk.

She gave me a playful glare. "No promises."she said circling my chest with her finger. "It was nice seeing your body all wet like that when you got out of the pool.

"What a pervert."

•••

As spider survives

You'll lay your hand on mine

Heartbeat in golden chime

True love can stand the test of time

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Inspired by the song:

Sharp Shooter

Lady Zamar♡♡♡

#restoring my old stories to this blog #beerus #whis #dragonball #dragonball super #dbs super #dbs #cupid #Aphrodite #valentines day #Spotify #beerus x reader

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llorom4nn1c · 1 year ago

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♡ Cute & Underrated Sanrio Characters! ♡

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🎀 Bonbon Ribbon

Bonbon Ribbon is a pink bunny who made her first appearance in her show Bonbon Ribbon in 2013. She wears several bows: a big one on her head and a few smaller ones in various other places. She loves to dance and sing, and she wants to be a fashion designer. She is so adorable and I would really love to have some merchandise of hers!

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🎀 Cathy

Cathy is a bunny who was created in 1973, making her older than Hello Kitty. She also resembles Hello Kitty very closely. She was unfortunately discontinued in 2011 after a 2010 lawsuit in which Mercis Media sued Sanrio for the character's resemblance to Miffy. I really love her design which makes me really sad about her discontinuation and I think she would have been so much more popular had she not been discontinued.

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🎀 Cocoa & Vanilla

Cocoa and Vanilla are two mice who are brother and sister, with Cocoa being the older brother and Vanilla being the younger sister. They were introduced in 2012 through the show Sugarbunnies. They are apprentice chocolatiers who want to one day build a chocolate castle. Since the Sugarbunnies are getting more popular, I hope they get more recognition because I find them both really cute, especially Vanilla.

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🎀 Amy

Amy Berry is a white dog from Hello Kitty & Friends: Let's Learn Together who was first introduced in 2017. She's a recurring character on the show. She has a brother named Eric and is friends with Kitty and Mimmy. She reminds me a lot of the coquette aesthetic and I love her simplistic design.

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🎀 Button Nose

Button Nose is a young human girl from the show Button Nose, a show that follows her as she discovers that she comes from a royal family. She was introduced back in 1978. She makes strawberry jam and likes cookies. She lives in a strawberry-shaped house which Sanrio actually built a store resembling it in Tokyo in 1983 that was open for 28 years before closing in 2011.

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🎀 Roonroonlulu

Roonroonlulu is a pink bunny from the Bonbon Ribbon universe. She loves candy and is the best dancer in the Lilybonbons dance team. Her design really caught my eye because of her violet legwarmers. I just thought they were such a cute addition to her design. She also wears a heart pendant and a bow.

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🎀 Milkeemimi

Milkeemimi is a pink bunny from the Bonbon Ribbon universe. She wears two bows: a big one on her head and a smaller one on her wrist. My favourite features of hers are the polka dots on her ears and the hearts on her cheeks. She's supposed to be the smallest of the Lilybonbons and she looks up to Bonbon Ribbon as a big sister, which I thought was really cute.

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🎀 The Strawberry King

Strawberry King is a human character who was introduced in 1975. He rules over the Strawberry Kingdom and is known as a benevolent and kind ruler. I thought the big strawberry on his head made him look so cute and funny, so I couldn't resist putting him on this list. Aside from the Little Twin Stars, I feel like all of Sanrio's human characters are really underrated which is really unfortunate because of cute characters like the Strawberry King.

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🎀 Mama

Mama is a bunny character who is My Melody and Rhythm's mom. There are multiple Sanrio characters named Mama, but I thought she was the cutest since My Melody is my favourite Sanrio character. She looks just like My Melody but in an apron and bonnet which I find so cute.

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🎀 Teddy The Teddy

I honestly don't know much about this character. I just thought his design and name were cute. Sanrio's website describes him as a spoiled bear who's always playing in his room. There wasn't much I could find about him so if you know more about this character, but he's so adorable and I want more content with him.

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#sanrio #hello kitty #kawaii #cutecore #cutegore #emo #girlblogging #sanrio characters #bonbonribbon #my melody #girlblog #hello kitty and friends #baby pink #scenemo

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wonkanumberonefan · 1 year ago

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*baby wonka and mama lottie!!! <3

#wonka 2023 #willy wonka #art #my favourite chocolatier #lauries art dump #sfw agere #lottie bell wonka #agere wonka #wonka agere

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davidkarofskyindie · 9 months ago

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gnawteamusings (Hugo/Shaun)

@gnawteamusings continued from (x)

"I know -- I moved around my tutor appointments so I could get home early and surprise you," Hugo said with a laugh as he came into the house with a few bags in addition to his backpack. The smallest one bore the logo of Shaun's favorite underwear shop, and another from a chocolatier. "Happy anniversary, Dad"

It had been a crazy year for the two of them. A year ago today, Marie, Hugo's mom, and Shaun's wife came home from the campaign trail to find Hugo balls deep in his father. After they finished, they talked with the irate sophomore senator of the great state of New York. At first, she wanted it to stop and threatened to go to the police, but Hugo was of age. Going public would be terrible for her public image, so a compromise was struck instead.

"If you'd like, I can go and pick up a dessert or, I dunno, hang out by the pool until you're ready? I can see you're trying to make tonight special, and I don't want to ruin it. The only thing I will ask is, will you wear one of these tonight?" Hugo offers his dad the little bag from the high-end underwear store before he moves towards the sliding glass door to the pool.

"Well this is definitely my favourite kind of surprise... ok second favourite, you still have pants on" Shaun bantered with a playful chuckle, unable to resist trying to see the bags that his son and lover had brought in with him. He really was genuinely happier with Hugo than he'd ever been with his wife. Honestly if he could've just divorced her and married Hugo he would but they had found something that worked and didn't ruin his wife's reputation.

"Oh no, you don't need to worry about dessert. I've got that covered for later on" he said happily with a big grin "If you give me like 10 more minutes I'll have everything ready but... yeah, yeah I can wear one of those" he said as he took the bag, kissing his son's cheek innocently before watching the man head out to the pool. He looked in the bag and chuckled a little "You little devil" he mused before going to make sure the dinner was cooking.

Ten minutes later he opened the glass door, having laid out the meal on the table and gotten the full path of petals set up for them. He also had on the obscenely small blue V-string thong that perfectly framed his cheeks and kept his large cock nicely held in place. He covered it up with a nice fluffy floor-length robe that was tied tightly around him, his lightly-haired chest exposed as he yelled out "Hugo, come on in!" and waited for the other man to get close. Once inside with the door closed he pulled his boy in for a firm loving kiss "Happy anniversary baby, I made your favourite for dinner and we've got a nice full meal to enjoy... and yes, the robe stays on till after you eat, need to make sure my man has the energy needed to properly celebrate tonight" he said, rubbing the man's back "And maybe also wanna be sure you've got the energy to try out the gifts I have for you in the bedroom, but that's an after-dinner thing. You ready baby?"

#queueded #gnawteamusings

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forgeofthenine · 1 year ago

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People I'd like to know better

I was tagged by @swordcreature for this, can't say no now lmao

Last Song: Crash and Burn by Savage Garden

Favourite Colour: Purple, has been since I was little!

Currently Watching: Communopoly by No Rolls Barred

Last Movie/TV Show: Bondi Rescue! (I've been watching back to back reruns for months)

Spicy/Savoury/Sweet: Right now COVID doesn't let me taste anything that's not a strong flavour, but normally I have a dangerous sweet tooth!

Relationship Status: Single (but married to Dammon in my dreams)

Current Obsession: Absolutely bg3, growing house plants, learning to dance, meal prepping food

The Last Thing I Googled: Local Chocolatiers! I wonder what my family are getting for Christmas...

Most of my moots have been tagged already, but this is an all inclusive tag for anyone interested in playing the tag game!

#bri rambles #tag game

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boogiewoogieweeb · 6 months ago

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hi curry! thank you for the ask! 🌹🌹🌹

34. Listening to?

currently, it's "crazy", by patsy cline. i've been missing my mom a bit lately, so i've mostly been listening to a lot of the music i grew up with, most of which she introduced me to.

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

oooh, my earliest memories are of being obsessed with dinosaurs, and wanting to be a paleontologist. i was *that* annoying dino kid, y'know the kind; the one who'd correct adults on their pronunciation of names like parasaurolophus and psittacosaurus, who walked around decked out head to toe in dino gear, and who had an insufferably encyclopedic knowledge of all things prehistoric.

the other career i always envisioned for myself growing up was astonomer. i've always, and i mean always, been in love with space; the moon, the stars, the planets, the very idea of the universe. it's impossibly big and impossibly old and it still amazes me every time i learn something new about the heavens.

probably the zaniest career i ever contemplated as a kid was chocolatier, and for that i blame every 90s lindt ad ever because they just made making chocolate look so damn good.

74. What is your favorite book?

i don't know that i actually have a favourite book, as much of a cop-out as that sounds like. there are a great many books that have stuck in my mind over the years for some reason or the other, usually because something in them speaks to me on some fundamental level. i could list everything from the lord of the rings, to wuthering heights, to terry pratchett's guards! guards!, to philip pullman's his dark materials trilogy, to octavia e. butler's parable of the sower, to victor lavalle's the ballad of black tom, to ursula k. le guin's the left hand of darkness, to shirley jackson's the haunting of hill house, and still not pick a favourite among them.

the closest i can get to a favourite book is listing my favourite genres instead; and from the above i think it's pretty clear that i lean quite heavily into horror, sci-fi, and fantasy. every now and then i'll tackle something a little more grounded, and i've even been known to read non-fiction from time to time, though far more rarely than i probably should.

that about covers it, i think. once again, thank you curry for the very lovely ask! it's always fun to try and come up with answers to your questions. 😁

#my asks #ask games

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rayroseu · 2 years ago

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EVENT: TWST CHARITY DRIVE (@twst-charity)

I am a Contributor here !

[updated: 03_03_2024] i figured it would be more easy if i just made a carrd, please read for info and rules ^-^ sideblog/reblogs: @rayroseu-reblogs

PENDING ARTREQUEST: - cyno with malleus! by anon 💖💐

[ #lian arts -> art tag ]

[ #lian inbox -> asks and answers ]

[ #lian notes -> commentaries, memes, and theories ]

[ ko-fi -> for support and future commissions ]

masterlist under the cut~ (please let me know if youre searchinh for any works of mine!)

my art summary of 2023 ❣️❣️❣️🌌🌌🌌

: ART MASTERLIST !

☆ twistedwonderland

╰┈➤silver vanrouge

bunny guard silver (for the white rabbit festival event)

knight of dreams (silver)

tsum lilia with silver

this is the blessing i put upon you

╰┈➤lilia vanrouge

cradle seeker (for the theory that lilia kidnapped baby silver)

shadow of the past (lilia vanrouge)

from nightmares to dreams (lilia vanrouge)

awaken (lilia vanrouge)

wounds soaked on hot springs (lilia vanrouge)

Bloodshed (Lilia Vanrouge)

Lilia with Stitch! (+ Malleus' fathers way of keeping his social life intact!)

if only i could've burned to death in that fire too

Temptations (Playful Land Lilia)

╰┈➤sebek zigvolt

strike through the darkness (sebek zigvolt)

portrait of sebek

╰┈➤malleus draconia

you're not scary at all, malleus

flowers for malleus (humbuns) entry

malleus with my melody hat

pinching malleus' cheeks

deathly loneliness attacks(malleus)

chocolatier malleus

happy invitation (malleus draconia)

Malleus with Halo-halo (Filipino cold dessert)

Happy 100th Anniversary! (+Grim) (In celebration of Grim-Malleus DUO!✨)

masquerade malleus

╰┈➤book 7-related artworks

mothers day for queen maleficia (with little malleus)

subdued (queen maleficia and malleus)

you have a lot to learn with (Lilia and Malleus)

unhatched eggcellency (fanmade SSR Card of Tamago Malleus! w/ GROOVY)

mallevan/levanoa headcanon 1: draconias showers their mate with flowers 💐

mallevan/levanoa headcanon 2: mallenoa is levan and lilia's guide in practicing their magic 🪄

mallevan/levanoa headcanon 3: Malleus inherited his love of gargoyles from Levan for Levan studied Architecture in hopes of building a castle that can withstand Malenoa's destructive tantrums. 🏰

my design for Malenoa Draconia and Levan!

everytime you kissed me (Meleanor and Levan)

Lightning of Judgement (Meleanor)

Look-Alikes...? (Meleanor/Levan and Knight of Dawn/Leia)

Dreams of What Could've Been (Knight of Dawn and Meleanor with their sons)

Meleanor Draconia is the Dark Mirror Theory

the ordeal of finding a friend (meleanor x crowley (levan))

if only true love was enough (meleanor x lilia)

meleanor draconia reacting to malleus hatching

╰┈➤malleyuu stuffs ♡

malleus with barbie!yuu

meet me at midnight (malleyuu)

malleus x citrine (my oc) doodle

in comparison to me, you are just a baby (malleyuu but yuu is older to him in years)

i want to convey words more meaningful than goodbyes

mistletoe kiss but no one is allowed to kiss

╰┈➤comics

(theory comic) "I hate you beastie" where Lilia blames baby Silver for the death of his friends but really the one who he genuinely blames is himself.

(AU comic) Silver is the older brother of Malleus but he's aging at human lifespan

my most precious treasure (meleanor and malleus)

saved by diasomnia

my favourite scenes in book 7.6 doodles

╰┈➤doodles

not spared from fatherhood (crowley and lilia vanrouge)

i dont exist in other ppl's lives meme (gn yuu)

lilia and stitch as malleus new beastie! / lilia and crowley looks out for malleus' friends

All is Found (feat. TWST Mothers)

I missed seeing OB!Malleus... (Malleus with my Yuu (Citrine))

malleus with frieren

halloween gift for @/hanafubukki (malleus)

halloween gift for @/insideous-beez (grim)

crowley sketch for @/prince-kallisto

╰┈➤idia shroud

idia shroud as merryweather

☆ mysticmessenger

╰┈➤saeran choi

im the one who is in control (unknown)

lilac, the first feeling of love and spring (suit saeran)

begonia, beware (ray)

in the first blossoms of spring (saeran)

a night of just the two of us (saeran)

caressed heart (ray)

sweet dreams from saeran

happy valentines ray!

happy birthday saeran 2023

╰┈➤hyun ryu

happy birthday zen!

a date in cherry blossom spring for quirky-and-kind

☆ obeyme

╰┈➤leviathan

happy birthday leviathan

☆ genshin impact

╰┈➤hu tao

hutao fanart for a friend~

☆ gift arts

roxanna vanrouge for roxannavanrouge2400

a date in cherry blossom spring for quirky-and-kind

malleus doodle for ventiquemr

: WRITING RECS !

the love of a family - hanafubukki

overblot silver request - serenescribe

《divider credit to @/firefly-graphics》

#masterlist #notes #me #about me

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