#my husban d and i love him

[troublesomerevolvingdoor]

[ethanharmonia]

can i get a (B2W2) Nate??

also your interpretation of Blake is so neat! he looks like he'd taste like broken glass candy /vpos

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BROKEN GLASS CANDY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

also heres Nathan 🕺🏻(in my AU version, i havent drawn him in a long time wat da hell)

I UnNate-ified him, MUAHAHAHHAHAHHAA

traumatised men are my favourite (mans 28 in this AU)

Fun fact for those that didnt know, Nate is Ethan's adoptive younger brother!!! :D

Those two arent related but they have a very nice brotherly bond together :]

They have a lot in common btw btw, 1. Both traumatised, 2. Both their biological parents died and have been adopted by Red and Blue, 3. Both of them have fire starters MUAHAHAHA, 4. They will beat someone to death, 5. They have marriage issues with their own husbands 😔

[maeido]

Deirdre is absolutely thrilled when she learns her husband's new best friend has a wife of his own. They had never had friends like this together before the way she and Lord Sigurd did. Of course, she never minded that their time together was shared with just the two of them or with their children--how could she! She loves him!--but she had not realized just how much she misses the company of a group.

The thought does not occur to her that Felicia might not want this.

"Professor Felicia!" She bursts through the other woman's office door the moment she learns she has returned from her trip. "I understand that our husbands are friends and, well..." Deirdre reaches for Felicia's hands, quite surprised that they are much colder than her own. She is unused to being the one with the warmer hands when she reaches for someone. "We simply must become dear friends too!"

              surprised & frazzled,  she knocks over a pile of papers ,   followed by a few tomes wind up all over the floor. her heart pounds in her ears from the sudden outburst of her door swinging wide open, it rebounds slightly off the wall only brushing past her newfound guest's wispy locks. the woman quickly approached her with no real time to react as the only thing she manages is a look of relief as her hands managing to catch the bottle of ink that nearly fell on the floor, maybe that was a sign that this day was luckier today than usual.  

 “   eek! w-w-wh-hat the— oh...!  i mean, i-i,  um , hi there... is there something i can help you wit— !  ”   a squeak is squeezed out of her lungs. the woman who seemed as soft as wool snatched up her hands, feeling the warmth of her skin jolt slightly against her gelid ones.  her shy smile curve on her lips as felicia grows flustered ; not used to being touched so casually like this, it was rather embarrassing — she couldn't help it — as spring blooms in hues of fresh rosebuds on her pale flesh. she was consistent :  the woman before her held a gaze filled with affection, stretching to the ends of her hair, curled soft like silk against her shoulders. her words hardly connected to felicia's ears but when they did it stunned her for a moment.

  hold it.   jakob made a friend?  no, no, no. she doesn't think he'd be able to befriend someone as sweet as her... to be fair and with all due respect and love felicia holds for her husband... but jakob was a tad insufferable towards anyone who approached him regardless of status and carried a different kind of appeal and was  the very opposite of her charm.  regardless, she loves him,  thorns & all,  but even he says companionship isn't curated to his tastes, surely this is all mistake. after all, hardly any of the faculty and knights and much less the students knew that felicia is even married.     “   i-i... um, my husband...?  a-and your husban— wha- wait are friends wha- what... do... um, are you... are you... sur-sure you got the right person, pr-professor d-deirdre... ?   ”  

 felicia pauses shortly after the name fell off her tongue. deirdre .  ok so, not to fall under the stereotypes but felicia knew about her quite a bit but uh...  not directly, that is. she'll admit it, she's a maid... but she isn't fond of rumors or gossip. it's typically crude in nature even for her and she tends to avoid it overall. yet, there are some situations that are harder to ignore than others, especially when her dear students don't shut up about deidre's husband, arvis being probably the strictest teacher next to her own... husband.... a silent gasp then left agape. oh my. okay. that... makes sense but more importantly...

   “   wait... waitwaitwait ,  so you're saying that  jakob.  professor jakob.  m-m-made.... a fr-fr-friend?!?!  ohmygod, i-i'm— i'm so sorry. i'm...  ”   the words choke on staccato as beryl hues blur it's visions against the struggle of the ebb and flow her tears, lashes making a mess of them with every blink she took. to put it nicely she was a bit of a mess, but that was felicia. she gently pull away from deidre's hold for a moment as she uses her sleeve to wipe away her tears, then hovering her mouth. a smile tickles her lips as tears spill over her hand.    “   i'm ju-just... hck! — so h-happy i worried so much about him !  and o-of course, deirdre!  i would love to be your friend, i'll protect you and our friendship for as long as i live.  ”     the maid beams, laughter weaves between the hitches of her teary sobs as she returns her hands into the other's and pulls her in closer to a near-hug.  “   thank the —hck!  h-heavens, ahaha...!  i'm going to have to tell flora about this later, hehe !  ”  

[ofsootandsmoke]

So b.. hubant :( miss himb.. wanna hild him and give him kissies nmd be in his arms and all cozzyyyy

I love hubsnand :D Alex <33 Lexi <333 Lexi!!!!! <33333 hold buband.. huaband <3 hubby!! hub hub!!!!!! hub!!!!! kisses him sooo hard!!!!!! ehehe hubands.. ouu husbansd where are you.. kiss Lexi <3 kiss kiss for huband!!! cuddle husband <3 I love him soooooooooooo much!!! Like. SOOOOOOO much <3 I love him more than aaaalll the stars ever. And the planets!! More than all them :] He's ao lovely and amazing and cute and sweet and I love him soosososososo very much. Wanna cuddle him :( But hjbsnans not here :((( I'm very cold :(((( Wanna be safe and comfy with hibm </3 I miss uou busband!!!!!!!! I miss you a lot!!!!!!!!!!!! Please come home I want cuddle I need you <3 Need husbans in my adms NOW!!!!!!! Busband <33 Husband <33333 Huaband <333333 HUABSND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Alex <3 Alex my love <3 My dear <3 Lexi <33 ehehehe I love huabsnas <33

[777elizabet]

When she was working , Birdie billed herself as the 'Great Birgitta.' Her specialty was small slight of hand magic , then she might do some juggling and tumbling to get the punters in. Once inside, she'd turn the show over to her late husban

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

1:41 PM

When she was working , Birdie billed herself as the 'Great Birgitta.' Her specialty was small slight of hand magic , then she might do some juggling and tumbling to get the punters in. Once inside, she'd turn the show over to her late husband ,Bernie. He came to New York from London in the late fifties.

They met when she tried to become a rockette, that didn't work out very well. She was too short and too curvy, but she did get a job as a wardrobe assistant, sometimes she did props. Bernie was dating her best friend ' Louella'. Louella pushed him out and Birdie let him in. Louella didn't harbour any hard feelings , Bernie was sweet (like Tony) but he wasn't what she had in mind . Birdie however made him laugh and like wise . As time went on Bernie and Birdie , put an act together and joinned the buskers over in Coney Island.

The Act had charm and the two of them eventually opened for other magicians.

These days Birdie preferred doing her ghost tours, history was more interesting to her than

…well Coney Island. It would have ben hard to imagine for her , back in sixty-one.

After Tony and the girls left that afternoon , Birdie found an old scrapbook. Bernie looked up from the cover at her, His broad , cherubic face , always made her smile, he wasn't fat , he was however broad, and she missed every mile of him. Louella was looking for someone more svelte and more polished, Birdie thanked her lucky stars the day he came back to her place and tried one of her experimental dishes. Whatever Birdie thought she lost in looks , she made up in creativity, and Bernie loved that.

The new girl had shown Birdie a picture of her fiance and Birdie smiled , he reminded her of her beloved Bernie.

Tonight she would meet them again for her ghost tour of Greenwich, but first they'd hit the annual Halloween Parade. Birdie looked Gorgeous, she did a robe of green velvet , and dressed a bit like old Peter Stuyvesant. Birdie was close to eighty , so the costume had a practical purpose. Her fleece lined breeches and her big old fashioned riding boots were more comfortable than any dress .

When she met Ness and Gina at the park , the girls were dressed as Harpo and Chico. She had to laugh because apparently Harpo and Chico had developed a fondness for Christmas ball sized hoops. The two girls otherwise tried to channel their inner Marx Brothers

. Gina had contacts in , a blonde wig and the requisite horn and deep pockets. Ness did Chico's schtick flawlessly. Chris and Tony showed up as Groucho and Buster Keaton., The odd appearance of Lena Horn and Farley Mowat brought the que to a close. (How were they suppose to Know Jerome was dressed as 'Farley Mowat' , He had a sticker across his chest that red ' The Sea Shepherd , otherwise Jerome didn't look any different than He usually did.)

' This is my Jerome, it is his mission in life to be a consummate Non-conformist. ' Gina smiled at him with pride.

'Why the Marx Brothers?' Asked Birdie

'Why not the Marx Brothers?' Asked Gina, Birdie grinned.

' Chris and I have always loved the Marx Brothers , Ness and Gina decided to help me out.'

' Oh .' Replied Birdie ' Shall we go?'

' Yes'.

' Thought before we 'd take in the parade we 'd go for supper at ' One if By Land Two if by Sea' .

Birdie made an early reservation . She wanted to take them there q to show them what they might be in for , during one of her ghost tours. Sounded good to Gina, she was craving some good old fashioned surf and turf.

Gina loved New York, and the more she spent time in this port city the more she missed her

Home town.

Regina , as she was known to her mother and father, was born in Nova Scotia, Halifax to be exact. She spent a lot time enveloped in the world of Folklore, and if she would have anything to take from her time along this side of the Eastern seaboard, the more she recognised the similarities between New Yorkers and Haligonians. If not in the cities but definitely in the love of story telling .Sometimes as a fog horn sounded, Gina would feel home sick. Then she would remember her siblings and how crowded their house had been and be thankful , she was in New York.

Birdie's ghost tours around Halloween , began with the parade and ended up a late night showing of ' The Rocky Horror Picture Show' but that was getting tiring for Birdie , seemed more like a chore for her than a treat. These days she had her guests participate in the parade and at the end of the evening , they would finish at the merchant's house. She took them through a thousand and one stories , and culmulate with her Friend Getrude Treadwell.

The Treadwell story made Birdie weep and gnash her teeth She was so engrossed in the Treadwell story , She'd leave flowers and books for the long passed Miss Treadwell. .

Over the years , the trek to the Treadwell became a a yearly pilgrimage for her. This Halloween, although scoffed at by Jerome and Chris, she asked her guests to bring their favourite books to the Treadwell House. Scoffed they may have done but because they liked Birdie they agreed to the request.

'Why the Books?' asked Nessa.

'Whether her spirit haunts the house or not , I like to think after the years she haunted the house, she might get a little bored with the same piano music , so she might like a little something to read once in a while. I brought her a lot of Jane Austen over the years. Jane writes happy stories for the most part , and she also creates spirited heroines who were witty and assertive . I think that if she was able to stand up to her Father the pretty Miss Treadwell

Might have had a happier life.'

'Why do you identify with her?' asked Gina.

'It's not so much I identify with her, it's that my great grandmother could have been one of her peers. Millie was eighteen when she went through Ellis Island and landed in New York . She was two years younger than Miss Treadwell. She was an educated girl and her uncle sponsored her to come to the Country. He needed a book keeper and Millie was the girl.

Millie had a similar background in the old country , but she was no wall flower . When she met her husband she thought :

' I like him;' …. and let the family know , he was going to be the new son-in-law. He was Catholic and she was Jewish, they debated for years who would convert but neither one did. Eventually , they attended a Lutheran Church and brought their kids up there. Understand they truly loved each other and Millie's Father , although Jewish , weighed the odds and decided , he'd rather keep Millie around than shun her, that was a very brave thing to do back then , but the other factor was that he believed that love wasn't such a bad thing and if God wanted Millie to marry a good Jewish boy , he wouldn't have put Georgie in their lives. Old Mr. Treadwell cheated his daughter of God's greatest gift. Gertie needed to know she wasn't the only one. So in Millie's stead I take her books and flowers may be two or three times a year. Besides I think

Millie would approve.'

Birdie took them through the Merchant House, the little group finished in the parlor . On a small table beneath a reading lamp sat the following:

Rockbound and Who Has Seen the Wind from Gina and Jerome. A Prayer For Owen Meaney , from Anthony , House of Spirits and The Once and Future King from Nessa and Chris, Then Beneath a bouquet of chrysanthinums and pansies , Birdie had placed Persuasion and Emma on top of the pile. Birdie led her small band towards the door and sent the young people out first . She looked back and whispered :

' Good Night Miss Treadwell', and followed her troupe out into the night. What they didn't see was a light being turned on in the window and a delicate shade settle into the chair , lifting Persuasion from the pile of books on the table.

[arcadequeerz]

Thinkin bout Scribbles n Sammy 🥺💓

[guillermomybeloved]

Baked fics part 4

I am very high. I’m keeping going on writing these fics while high and there’s nothing anyone can do!!

Rules: I can’t erase anything I write!

It was a very dark night outside of the Osborn estates, where inside Norman and Otto were sitting at the bar inside of Norman 5stufy study room. They could have gone out , but why do that when Norman’s rich person bar was always free and available? Plus. He had a bunch of light up beer signs everywhere and it felt very much like a real bar. The benefits out weighted the negatives. That’s how they knew that staying in was the better choice. Anyways,

Thr rain pattered against the windows outside of the mansion and they both smiled. Norman raised a cup of liquor to his moth and smiled wider.

Otto was drinking a lot of stuff, the fire reflecting off of the glass behind them And he had his sunglasses on which was honestly pretty cute because they made him look all mysterious.

Norman patted him in the arm, hoping Otto had nicer the care he had put into picking out which Gucci robe I wear.

“Otto,” he said. “Do you want some more of that?”

“Eh,” otto said. “I don’t feel like drunk or anything right now but sometimes they say that you should wait a bit before you drink more because the drinks will hit later and you don’t wanna have done too much.”

Norman quirked up one of his brows. He was pretty sure that they only said that about weed.

“We’ll okay,” Norman said. He picked up the container. “More for me!”

Then he lifted it to his lips, taking a deep drink, some of the liquor dripping down his chin. When he put the bottle down Otto was not even looking at him. He sighed. He had only let that happen so that Otto would think it looked cute. Anyway.

“It’s so nice and warm out tonight,” Otto said. “This is a nice moment with you. “

Well I’m glad because this vodka is hitting. Anyways the reason I brought you here tonight is because I have to ask your io ti Jon opinion on this — Abraham ahem I mean I have to ask your thoughts and opinions on this new invention I have. “

“Okay, dear. “ Otto said. “But if the invention is something that helps captitskism capitalism again, I am not buying you that new Gucci robe.”

“Otto I have like most of the money in this relationship. I never expected you to buy me a Gucci belt. But that’s sweet that you wanted to or were going to I guess.”

Will you please hold on. Sorry about that.

Norman folded his arms across his robe and smiled. He was going to absolutely blow his husband away with this new invention. And then he thought about how that sounded and the other interpretation. He shrugged his shoulders because why not.

“This,” my dear Otto,” he said, pulling a gold robe rope to open up some red curtains. “Is called this ring!”

The curtains whooshed open and revealed a pedestal with one floor gold ring on the middle. It sparkles in the light. Otto gasped at the sight and then immediately looked concerned.

“Norman, are you proposing to me?” Norman’s husban d asked.

“Yes,” Norman said.

Otto looked at him closesky. “Norman we’re already married. “

“I know,” Norman said. The ring sparkles so much.

“So then what is this ring Norman “ Otto asked. “Like what does that mean then, in that case?”

“I want to renew our vows honey,” he said. “It’s gonna be set sweet. Have you ever seen the movie sup?”

“Sup?” Otto asked.

“Up,” Norman clarified. “The movie up with like Bobbi bob hoskins in it if it whatever.

“Oh yeah,” Otto said. “I’ve see b that movie. “

“That’s not the point,” Norman said. “God.”

“We’ll spree sorry ,” Otto said.

“5)4 “the point is that when we renew our vows it’s gonna look like that in the background. Like a waterfall and a bunch of mist and a mailbox and a house if you want it but definitely balloons.”

“Haha,” otto laughed. “5$/5: Thsts di sweet “

“Wow,” Norman said. “

“Yeah, the all hol alcohol must be kicking in in full force hug,” said Otto. “It has. “

“Love you,” Otto said.

“I love you too,” Norman said. “Can’t wait to renew those vows. It’s gonna be sick. “

[starker-fluff]

Peter Pan #1

Mafia au.

TW: Kidnapping, Murder, Mentions, aftermath and some small displays of abuse, Violence, blood

And thus we begin the tale of the Peter Pan dubbed Spiderman.

(Peter Pan are people in the mafia who’s job it is to distract the kids whilst other deal with business)

——//——//——

A heavy metal for creaked open, scratching the floor as it opened. Pan squinted shielding his eyes as the bright light filtered into the room. The floor was concrete and the only padding he had was a dusty old blanket in the corner. This was is box, barren and cold. He never wanted to be here.

“Stop sulking. You’ve got a job to do.” A rusty male voice broke through the blinding light, his silhouette filling the door way. The shadow can forward pulling Pan forward onto his knees by a chain wrapped around his wrists and secured with a padlock. He said nothing just slowly got to his feet and followed the man through the badly lit halls. Outside of similar metal door the padlock was unlocked and his chains removed but a bag was slipped over his head. A large hand clamped around his wrists as the familiar scrapping of metal against concrete sounded as he was dragged by the arm.

He had never seen what was on the other side of this door. All he knew was that there was a van and people. There was quiet chatter about the lay out of the house and whispers that were obviously directed to him.

“The target is upstairs, daughter is downstairs.”

“Wife?”

“No woman could stand that guy..”

“One did, enough to have a kid with ‘im.”

“Ey look, it’s the pan boy.”

“There’s nothin’ I wouldn’t do to get my hands on a piece of meat like that..”

“I bet he goes a pretty shade of purple.”

“Boys. Focus. There is a skylight entrance. Come in through there to collect the prize.”

Pan couldn’t hear anymore before he thrown into the back of the van. Groaning as he scuffled onto his hands and knees before finding his way to one corner where he tugged his knees up to his chest to make himself as unnoticeable as possible. He learnt early to never try and escape or to try and take off the bag over his head.

“Alright. Front. Point. Centre. Back. Skylight. Understand? Let’s go.” He heard as the van dipped slightly as heavy footsteps filled the van. The crew was filtering into the van and soon it fell into silence as the engine roared to life. Soon Pan would have to do his job. A job he hated so much that he wish he never existed.

“If you do your job well tonight maybe I could let you out of your room for a night. I’m sure the boys would value your attention.” A sickening voice commented as a hand ran over his head, making Pan curled further into himself. He preferred the box.

——//——//——

The van finally came to a stop and the bag was ripped off his head. He watched as the group around him readied their guns and pulled on their masks.

“Brumlow, take Pan to the room. Once the target as been engaged go for the prize.” The leader ordered and soon Pan has been grabbed by the hair and was being dragged out of the van.

As his feet hit the pavement, he instinctively glanced up and had a wave of déjà vu wash over him. He had been here before but he just couldn’t place it.

“Ow!” Pan screeched our as he was tugged roughly by the hair.

“What did we say about speaking?!” A hand wrapped around his throat, threatening to crush his windpipe. When Pan didn’t respond Brumalow just smirked and grabbed his hair once again to drag him through the house and to a door with cute little drawings of horses and fairies. Pan made sure to look at all possible exits, he would never try to run but it was just a habit now.

“Keep the kid distracted. I’ll be back.” Brumalow said before opening the door and shoving Pan inside. Yet another wave of déjà vu washed over the boy as he was met with the child’s room. The bed on the left wall, drawings covering the walls and a desk tucked into the right far corner with a closet along the front wall.

Pan saw the glint of a sliver frame that sent his heart spiking. His feet moved without his permission and before he knew it he had crossed the room and was holding this framed picture of a black haired man with a young man on his back. It.. it looks..

“It looks like me...” Pan breathed in absolute disbelief. How did this kid have a picture of him and this oddly familiar stranger?

“Are you really here?” A gentle sleepy voice sounded from the other side of the room. Pan turned around and saw this black hair girl sitting up in her bed with hopeful eyes.

“Yeah.. I am.. Why do you have a picture of me?” Pan said shakily, afraid of the answer. The girl beamed happily and bounced out of bed, within a flash her arms were around Pan’s waist and hugging him tight.

“That’s you and Daddy, silly. Do you not remember? Daddy said you might not remember. That’s why we made an album to help you remember. We should go tell Daddy that you are back!” The girl had let go and was heading for the door just as a gun shot went off. Then another and another. There was crashing and banging. Everything started to click into place, it wasn’t déjà vu. It was his subconscious remembering his home. He had to protect this girl.

“Quickly under the desk. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise. I’m here to protect you.” He cooed to the scared girl. She followed his directions as Pan situated himself between the door and his.. the girl.

The crashing and banging continued. Screams and yells sounded from upstairs but the door handle never turned. Pan brain went into overdrive trying his best to connect the dots. The sounds of footsteps on the roof above triggered something in his mind that gave Pan the whole picture.

Home. Target. Girl. Prize. Skylight. Brumalow. “I’ll be back”. Protect.

The sounds of a skylight window creaking open brought Pan out of his head. The boy grabbed the chair behind him, pulling it towards him and launching it up at the skylight just as Brumalow jumped through the open window.

“Fuck. What the hell Pan?!.” Brumalow grunted as he fell onto the floor, clutching at his side.

“Not my name.” He spoke without missing a beat. Brumalow’s eyes widen almost in fear. He slowly moved to grab the walker talkie.

“Pan’s gone Spider.” Brumalow said lowly and the the shooting ceased.

“PETER.”

That voice from upstairs flipped something in his mind. It was familiar and sent a spiral of emotions cascading into his mind. It was him. Pan was Peter. He was Peter. Pan isn’t him.

The shooting continued and Peter launched himself at Brumalow, tackling him to the ground and landing a punch to his face as Morgan screamed and sobbed in fear from underneath the desk.

“Fucking. Bastard!!” Brumalow overpowered him eventually. Tossing him off and pulling out a handgun that he quickly trained on the girl with a hand extended to Peter who was seething with anger. Brumalow pulled out a handgun and fired one shot at Peter, shitting him in the side.

“One more step and she di-“ Brumalow threatened but his voice stopped as Peter took a step forward. He pulled the trigger but nothing came out.

“Someone didn’t reload..” He lunged at the man once again. Pulling a knife from the sheath on Brumalow’s leg and pinning the man to the ground.

“Close your eyes and cover your ears, darling.” He spoke the to whimpering girl before he plunged the knife repeatedly into the disgusting man’s chest. Once Brumalow stopped moving, Peter shakily stood up and dropped the knife by his foot. He grabbed a sheet off the girl’s bed and covered the filth’s body before he collapsed with his back up against the desk.

“This is my home isn’t it?” He asked as he gently putting his hand near hers. She nodded and took his hand whilst crawling out from under the desk. Sitting herself in his lap and crying. He gently rubbed he back whilst cradelling her as the fight raged on overhead.

Suddenly it was quiet and there was a slow thump going down the stairs, whoever it was didn’t want to come down. They seemed hesitant. Now that everyhting seemed to slow down a unbearable pain radiated from his side. Glancing down he saw his shirt drenched in blood as it began to deep into the carpet beneath him.

“Help..” He called putting weakly, feeling light headed. Suddenly the foot steps quickened and the door flew open. It was the man from the picture.

“I’m Peter.” All he could do was start sobbing as he felt an overwhelming wave of love and safety crash into his head. The man in the door way joined his sobbing as he made his way over to the two, kneeling down beside them and pulling them into a hug.

“I’ve got you baby. We’ve got you. I’ll never let you go again.” The man whispered softly whilst stroking Peter’s hair, kissing his forehead. Peter felt his chest fill with warm and happiness as he was cradelled.

“D-Daddy. Papa was shot..” The young girl whimpered, trying to be helpful.

“What?!” The man leant back, glancing over Peter before his eyes settled on his side.

“Fuck fuck fuck. No. No. I just got you back. Hunny, go push the emergency button!” Before the man had even finished the little girl was on her feet and running out the door. The raven haired man pulled Peter into his lap, putting pressure on his side as the young man blinked lazily.

“Your name is Tony. I have a husban-.” Peter blinked out, head lolling to the side onto Tony’s chest as the pain became unbearable.

@starkly @itfeelssogoodmrstark

[a-libra-writes]

SFW Alphabet - Ramsay Snow

OhhHHHh BOy lets uh, lets do it guys. Let’s chill with Ramsay boy. Damn you Iwan Rheon

Sorry for slow updates, its been uh …. Week, for everyone, and im slowly getting back into my old groove. I’m tryna catch up with requests, which is what this is!

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

When Ramsay wants you in his arms or misses tasting your lips, he seeks you out immediately. Oftentimes, his affection is overwhelming and he usually disregards whatever you’re in the middle of. His hugs can be too tight, his kisses are hungry and rough. He doesn't know how else to be; that's just his default.

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

His capacity for actual friendship is questionable, but Ramsay knows how to fake amiability. He can be very charming when he puts his mind to it, and he has several like-minded men who follow him, although you question if that's actual "friendship". 

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

You'd notice that Ramsay would get into these moods where he wanted you close as possible, so he'd capture you in an embrace and stubbornly keep you in it until he's satisfied. If it's during the day, fine, but when he does it at night you get too warm … well, it's not terrible when it's cold outside. He always holds too tight, and if you're shorter, he always rests his chin on your head. His grip loosens when he falls asleep, so you can wiggle out easier if it's getting too hot.

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

Ramsay never had interest in such things, even with his father lecturing him about having a proper highborn wife and producing heirs. It's not interesting enough for him, and while he did marry you, you were something of an exception. For cooking, he's actually quite good at cleaning animals and roasting them, and he'll do it now and again even if there's a full kitchen staff in the Dreadfort. Cleanliness is another matter entirely. He's finally dressing like a proper lord, but he'll still leave his things in disarray.

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

… Messily. 

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

He initially had little regard for commitment. He had all sorts of mistresses and girls, and if they became jealous or angry, he'd do away with them. He wasn't looking forward to martial duty, either. However, he makes dozens of exceptions for you, not just in this case. You two may have been arranged to marry, but he finds you far too amusing to bother straying.

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

For the most part, he rarely is. Ramsay always seems overcome by some strong emotion when he’s with you, and he can be a little much in how he expresses that affection. There are times when he’s just too rough when he’s with you, especially when you’re intimate, and you need to scold him and tell him to knock it off. There are times when he appears calm, but you know he’s simmering on something. However, as time went on, you began to notice that he’s had days where he’s quietly observed you or held you more carefully, as he remembered your earlier words and wanted to please you.

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

Ramsay wouldn’t consider his overwhelming embraces “hugs”, he’d actually find that a strange way to put it. He didn’t recall receiving anything like that in his childhood, after all, and when you give him a simple one, he pulls you into a full embrace instead. He’s very warm, and his arms are strong as he holds you tight. You can hear the rumble of his laugh as you rest against his chest. While he likes it when you hug him, he prefers his method. 

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

He said those words fairly early, and at first you thought he was mocking you. Maybe he was at the time, putting on his sweet voice and petting your hair, and he only laughed when you slapped his hand away. He started saying it every other day, just to see that annoyed look on your face, or better, when you’d shove him aside. Roose told him not to agitate you, but Ramsay was having too much fun with his new “wife”.

You didn’t notice when he stopped saying it regularly, just because he had a slew of other little problems you had to deal with. Managing the Dreadfort meant there was never a dull day, between your dear husband’s hobbies and your father-in-law’s looming presence. What you did notice is that Ramsay would become increasingly more clingy, his jealousy was triggered more easily, and he was far more greedy when you slept with him. He used to just drop by a few times a week to bother you, but now he seemed to want to find you several times throughout your day.

He was getting quite attached, you noticed, which wasn’t entirely bad. Sometimes he was even sweet, even if he had that mischievous glint the whole time. Then, on a fairly innocuous day, Ramsay said the words again as he was leaving. Your ears burned a little, because they sounded different. He didn’t even seem to notice; he was already gone. For better or for worse, the Dreadfort’s bastard was very taken with you.

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

Ramsay is terrible with his jealousy, so you know to discourage the more unscrupulous lords and soldiers that visit the Dreadfort. Basic courtesies are fine, but you’re wary of any man giving a little too much attention to your dress or looks. Even if they’re just trying to flatter the Lady of the Dreadfort, you know it won’t end well for them if Ramsay overhears. You find it difficult to pity the more lecherous men, however. 

His jealousy manifests as possessiveness, and you’re sure that he doesn’t think through it at all. Sometimes it’s an instant reaction, pulling you to him and away from a flirting lord, sometimes it’s a more violent one, especially if he can get away with it. More than once you’d have to pull Ramsay away and soothe him, telling him to think of what his father would say. When you two are alone, he suddenly wants every part of you, leaving deep love bites on your neck and breasts while he rips at your dress. 

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

Ramsay’s kisses are hard and hungry, as if he’s starved for your attention, even if you’ve been giving him plenty all night. He likes to bite at your lip and bite down to your neck, and if any blood is drawn, he wants to lick it up right away. He almost always has to hold you close or push you against a wall while he does this, which is good, because sometimes you feel a little dizzy afterward. He loves your lips and leaving love bites on your chest - you’re pretty confident he prefers dresses that are more difficult to move and unlace, just because he wants to rip them.

He isn’t too picky where you return the affections. He just wants your attention. He’ll be more than happy if you initiate the kisses first, however, it’s a surefire way to distract him from whatever he was doing. 

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

If you didn't want children, Ramsay wouldn't mind, even if it was both your duties to provide heirs. He would leave childcare to you or the septa, although sometimes looking at your child would amuse him. He'd like it if the girls took after you and the boys would be more similar to him.

Ramsay would be much more involved once the children were older. When he was feeling patient, he'd teach them archery and hunting, even the girls -- he'd be just as proud of a daughter being able to kill her first deer. If a child particularly took after him, he'd give them a hound and teach them how to train it. 

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

He’s usually got a strong arm wrapped around you and bringing you close to him. Your usual morning routine is wiggling out from under him and getting ready to wash up. You’re just about to leave the bath when Ramsay finally joins you, still looking a little bleary-eyed but very awake and wanting your attention right away. He might keep you in the baths a little longer, or he’ll follow you about as you get ready. Some mornings you wake up cold and realize he left at some point; he eventually joins you again at breakfast, completely awake and full of energy. You can only imagine what he was getting up to. 

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

Ramsay prefers to go to bed at the same time as you, but sometimes he gets completely absorbed in… whatever his amusement of the day is, and he’ll walk into your shared chambers smelling like mud, blood and the woods. He’ll only obey your order to take a bath if you join him, and of course he’ll want to touch you and kiss you wherever he pleases. This will continue to the bed because it’s a very, very rare night when Ramsay doesn’t want his lovely wife.

He often sleeps without any clothes, or just his pants, so you’ve got a bare chest that’s as hot as a furnace to rest against… Which, in the winter, is quite nice, but otherwise can be too much. Sometimes he’s let go of you in his sleep or you’ve scooted from under him. If you’re especially cold, you can rest against his whole back and wrap your arm around his stomach. He sleeps so deeply, he doesn’t even notice when your cold feet touch him. 

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

When you first married Ramsay, he’d say the most outlandish and terrible things, just to get a reaction out of you. You learned to stop giving him the feedback he wanted and sometimes you’d say equally ridiculous and awful things, just to stun him, but he’d only be more amused. It ended up being a sort of morbid game between you two. 

“You’re late to dinner, dear husband, that’s the third time this week. Seeing your mistress, no doubt.”  

“I was, my lovely wife, but first I took care of that soldier you smiled at so much. Would you like to see him?”

“Perhaps after dinner. Did you clean up, at least? If the halls or the hounds are bloody, I’m going to be very cross.”

Roose isn’t amused by any of this. 

Ramsay would tell you truthful things when you never expected it. Sometimes he’d watch you brush your hair and suddenly mention something about his mother - what he remembered, anyway - or you’d pick up his bow and he’d eagerly tell you how he learned. The way he’d talk and look at you was very different from back when he tried to scare you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

You can never really predict what will set Ramsay off entirely or what will just make him simmer. You know better than to say “bastard”, because you aren’t an idiot, but sometimes his temper with his men and the servants wasn’t consistent. With you, he never had any sort of explosive wrath, but you didn’t notice times when he was almost pouting because of your refusal to aknowledge whatever stupid thing he was doing at the time. If he was truly angry with you, he’d storm out of the room and take it out on some unlucky soul. 

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

You never expected Ramsay to be attentive to such things, but sometimes you’d notice he’d hunt an animal you liked to eat, or he’d present you with a dress in the color you liked. He was always so proud of himself, it was almost endearing. Some days he just needed your approval.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s far more privy to you than you ever thought. Ramsay has quite a bit of your daily schedule memorized, he knows who you talk to the most in the Dreadfort, which handmaidens you’re friends with and which of his men is perhaps a little too eager to greet you.

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

For him, it had to be when you first pushed him down and straddled him. You were sick of his shit, he’d pushed you too far that day, and you bluntly told him how you felt. Ramsay held onto you in an instant but he did little else, just wanting you to get your anger out and excited to see where you went with it. 

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

He’s very protective, especially as his affection for you grew. More than anything, Ramsay wanted to protect you himself. If you two were travelling somewhere, he wanted to stay at your side, even if there were guards and you told him it would be fine. If you have to be left at the Dreadfort, he likes that even less, and when the war began he’d actually train his hounds to sleep outside your room. You kept telling him it was unnecessary, but at least the hounds behaved around you. 

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

Honestly, he’s pretty terrible about remembering any sort of birthday or anniversary. When you remembered his name day, he was taken aback and didn’t exactly know what he was supposed to do. Before the Dreadfort, and after he came to it, he’d never actually done anything like this. But Ramsay liked the attention you gave him, and he liked it when you were pleased with him. 

While he never actively planned them, sometimes he’d whisk you away from whatever you were doing to show you something - sometimes it was archery, sometimes it was a new horse that you might like. It always surprised you, and you were amused by how boyish he could be when he was excited by something and wanted to share it with you. Of course, you preferred the talk of horses and archery as opposed to his more … distasteful interests. 

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

You were fully aware of Ramsay’s violent actions and questionable little interests, and you wanted nothing to do with them. Compared to that, his jealousy and neediness paled, but those were still irksome when they appeared. 

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

Ramsay is fairly indifferent to his hair or what he wears, but he started to like it when you fussed over him. You'd pat his hair down or brush off some dirt on his cloak, and he'd start to realize how much he liked it. Sometimes he'd be careless on purpose just to get your attention and feel your hands on him. If there was something you liked about his physical appearance, he'd start to feel a little proud about it.

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

He wouldn’t say as much if anyone said it, in fact, he’d probably laugh at such words. But if anything were to happen to you, or you were taken from him, Ramsay would truly feel a deep, sinking bitterness that he couldn’t shake. He’d be far more irritable, and his usual amusements wouldn’t be enough. He might become more reckless and dangerous, if anything.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Ramsay suddenly got the idea in his head to teach you archery, and he became quite single-minded in it. He liked to stand behind you and give you instruction, sometimes biting your ear or kissing your neck if he felt you weren’t paying attention. Of course you’d elbow him and try to focus. You could swear he was proud when you hit your mark, and anytime he’d spy you practicing on your own, he’d just have to watch for a few minutes before he became restless and went out to meet you.

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

He’s so used to women crying or begging around him, and men doing just the same. He likes the way you glare at him and defy him, even just outright ignore him. He’s no fool, Ramsay knows when you’re actually uncomfortable or even fearful, but the fact you don’t pull your steely gaze away from him and address him with such a harsh voice keeps him quite interested. 

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

Ramsay sleeps like the dead. He doesn't stir or make much noise; he may as well be a sack of rocks. It takes enough strength to move out of his embrace, and you know better than to let him fall asleep on your chest. You'll be stuck there until morning. While he doesn't snore, you noticed that sometimes his eyebrows and lips will twitch. He looks unusually peaceful when he's asleep, so it's amusing to see that expression change into how he usually looks, even for just a moment. As deep as his sleep is, he's alert and ready to go shortly after he wakes up, even if his hair is in all directions. 

[anamakara]

Welp,

Hiso' day finished ;;;;;;;;; i have to go to bed....

But hey, this doesn't means that we Will never see Hisoka again owô

Unlike UwU i think i Will give him more appreciation and attention that he deserves

Hisoka: .....

Me: Hiso' ....i lov you and you know It :"3c

Hisoka: ...7_7 *doesn't care*

Me: aaaww come on , give me a hug-

Hisoka: no Thanks , i don't wan-

*Orome, Kohana, Kutsi and I go to hug him*

Me: we love you òwó ✨✨✨✨✨

Hisoka: .....ú/////ù *sight* *hugs* ...u////o ?

Nicolás: *in a coner see then Happy * aww (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

Hisoka: ....*invite him to join the hug* `-_ó?

Nicolás: o.o!!! ....*slowly gets nears*...*feels a little shy * ...

Hisoka: *get him and hug him with all his family* ù////ú ...*swhispering him*now you are part of my family too Nic'...

Nicolás: ....*starts to cry a little for happynest * ;//////; !! A-arigato Hisoka-Kun *Whispering him too and hug him strongly*

*the sons starts to hugs the grandmother and calm him down, and Kutsi give some kisses to his husban*

Hisoka: ...*feels so Happy and warm * *can't help to starts smiling *

Me: that's what i wanted to see >:D Happy Hishy 💚♥️💚♥️💚♥️💚♥️💚♥️💚♥️💚♥️

Kutsi and the lovely childs are from @niky-uky (sorry for if I annoying you bb heheh )

And now :

~ Good nights sweethearts ~

[betransdoarson]

zvezdana, adrijan, and petzi, all just trying to fucking sleep:

my dumb gay ass, crying: my husban d is so fuxking pre t ty i lobve him did yoou kniw i love him herenplease look st this art of u s togethrr i love myko so much how csn someone so amazing exidt

[gaycrouton]

Prompt for ya if you're interested: Mulder and Scully have to awkwardly explain to their growing daughter what they were doing "making each other cry to God while wrestling one another naked" ;)

Bahahahaha, this is my first attempt EVER at writing about their child, so I hope this works.@MonikaFileFan

Mortification didn’t even begin to cover what Scully was feeling right now. One second Mulder was thrusting into her, sending her into her third orgasm of the night; then the next, he was tossing her off of him, desperately wrapping them in a sheet while yelling, “Close your eyes sweetie!”

Scully’s head whipped around, hoping she wasn’t about to see what her gut knew she would. No such luck. At the door was their daughter, bright blue eyes shining in the moonlight, trying to absorb and understand the scene going on in front of her. The scene of her riding the life out of Mulder, as loud as she was naked. Scully scrambled to help Mulder in covering them as she pleaded, “Close the door, honey. We’ll be out in a second, okay?” Her red ringlets bobbed around her head as she nodded, grabbing the knob of the door and shutting it lightly.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Mulder repeated, jumping out of bed with his erection dying against his leg. “How long do you think she was standing there?” he whined as he grabbed a pair of boxers, almost falling over with the force he slid them up his legs with.

Scully was no better, almost falling out of bed with the sheets wrapped around her legs. “I don’t know, I didn’t even notice her.”

“Well, I know why we weren’t able to hear the door open,” he teased. She was always vocal in bed, but she thought she’d toned it down significantly since the home expanded to three.

“Don’t you blame this on me, I wasn’t the one banging the headboard against the wall earlier!” she responded before trying to take control of her soaring adrenaline while wiping in between her legs with her forgotten shirt. “It’s both of our faults. We need to stick together.”

“What if we just say we were wrestling?” Mulder asked in a desperate hushed tone, slipping on the t-shirt she’d ripped off less than an hour ago.

“We can’t lie to her. Besides, what if she wants to wrestle with some kid later and suddenly strips off all her clothes and starts to hump them?” she rushed, getting tangled in the robe she was trying to shove herself into.

“Fuck,” he cried. “I have to go make sure she’s alright.”

She ran towards him and grabbed his arm before he had a chance to open the door, “Wait!” Mulder stopped and looked at her, that kicked puppy expression taking up residence on his face ever since this happened. “We have to be calm, cool, and collected. We can’t make her feel bad or let her see our embarrassment. I don’t want this to taint her view of sexuality and cause her to think sex is something to be ashamed of.”

“Scully, she’s four years old. Besides, will she even remember this?” he almost pleaded, as if she could predict the future and tell him if his daughter will always be haunted by the sight of his hairy ass-crack.

“Mulder, I don’t know! I hope not, but there’s more of a chance she’ll remember if we allow this to be the first time she sees us distressed. I don’t want her to associate naked bodies with her parents being upset, leading her to be ashamed of her own body because she thinks there’s something wrong with-” she was spiraling in her rambling, trying to remember every sexuality class she took in med school but only succeeding in stressing herself out more.

“Oh god, will this impact the rest of her life?” Mulder interrupted with a cry, his face set in panic.

A soft knock at the door interrupted her response. “Mommy, Daddy, you okay?” Katie’s asked, her little voice laced with concern.

Mulder whipped open the door to reveal their daughter standing innocently at the door, her chubby fingers playing with the bow on the top of her nightdress. “Hi sweetie, yeah we’re okay, everything’s okay,” if Scully wasn’t in the same boat as him, she would have been amused by how high and rushed Mulder’s voice was. “Baby, what woke you up?”

“Can we talk at the table?” she requested politely. They both nodded in mortification and followed the wide-awake toddler down the hall with heavy steps.

They had a longstanding tradition in their home of discussing things at their dining room table. If Katie had a question about something she learned at preschool that she didn’t understand, if she was curious about why the leaves on the tree weren’t orange in April, when she wanted to know how Santa managed to find time to star in so many movies when he should be making toys; it didn’t matter, they talked about it at the table. Even more recently, it was where they had to chastise her for different misbehaviors. However, as they sat across from the little girl with the floral nightie, hands authoritatively clasped in front of her, Scully couldn’t help but feel like they were the ones about to get reprimanded. The girl who wasn’t even four feet tall yet somehow had mastered the gravitas of A.D Skinner. Was that what he taught her when he babysat?

For a second she thought maybe she hadn’t really seen. Maybe she all the sudden decided she wanted to talk about something that happened at school at two in the morning. “Sweetie, w-”

“What were you guys doin’?” she asked, bright eyes bouncing between the two blushing adults. Of course they wouldn’t be that lucky.

Scully always knew this conversation was coming, it was inevitable. She’d even made the promise to herself that she wouldn’t make it nearly as awkward for her own daughter as her mother had made it for her. “When a man and a woman love each other very much-” She still shuddered at the memory. The diagrams and the cautionary tales left her traumatized for weeks after. She couldn’t even look at a boy without thinking of the words tumescence or fornication or syphilis.

However, in all of her imaginings of this event, Katie was starting to hit puberty, a time where these questions started to be asked as her body started to change and people who used to annoy her suddenly became interesting. Never did she think the conversation would happen when she had barely only started preschool. Especially not like this.

“Um-” Scully began, sending a resentful glare to Mulder who was looking at her with that same bright-eyed curiosity as Katie. As if he didn’t know damn well what they were doing in that bedroom. “Parents have certain activities they like to do with each other in their private time.”

“Activ-tivities?” She perked up, attaching to the familiar concept she knew, even though it had more syllables than her vocabulary was used to. “Like playing soccer?”

“Yes, like that. Except it’s an activity I only do with Daddy in our bedroom.” It was times like this where she swore she was telepathically connected to Mulder. She wasn’t even looking at him, but she could hear him internally adding “and our office, and every room in this house, and in all those rental cars, and-”

“Your activity is sitting on daddy?” Scully’d smile if she wasn’t dying inside.

“Um-,” Mulder started, trying to ease some of the burden off of Scully. “It’s an activity that only mommies and daddies do called ‘making love’.” Scully reached out and squeezed Mulder’s hand, as if to congratulate him on good phrasing.

The praise may have come to soon, because fat tears started rolling down her cheeks as her bottom lip pouted out. Scully jumped up and ran around to kneel next to her chair, wrapping the tiny girl in her arms. “Katie-bear, what’s wrong?”

“You g-g-uys n-never ma-make love to m-me,” she cried between gasps for breath, devastated she was being excluded from this activity. Mulder stood up, probably beating himself up now, and mirrored Scully’s position on her other side. She turned to him and, with eyes Scully knew were piercing Mulder’s heart, eyes she’s used on him herself, and whimpered, “I l-love you b-b-both.”

“We love you too, Kaite,” he started.

“More than anything in the world,” Scully added, stroking her silky hair.

“When I said ‘making love’, thats a different type of love.”

“D-difwent?” she repeated, traces of her baby talk still evident, always managing on tugging their heart strings.

“Yeah, that’s the type of love that can make babies,” he elaborated. Scully stopped suddenly to shoot him a look over their daughter’s lap, to which he shrugged with a look of panic on his face.

“There are just certain ways that mommies and daddies touch each other. You know how we’re married right?” Scully asked. When she nodded, she added, “Do you know what that means?”

“You’re husban’ and wife and you have matching wr-rings. Like best friend bwacelets,” she declared seriously.

“Exactly. So, because we’re married, we touch each other in special ways-”

“It’s like a secret handshake. You know how we have our secret handshake?�� he asked, holding out his hand. Katie smiled and threw her small, chubby hand in his direction. They touched front and back a few times before making fist and touching them together top and bottom. Finishing off by pulling them back and feigning an explosion. Mulder exaggerated his explosion noise ridiculously, causing Katie to giggle and squeal.  When she settled down he continued, “You only ever do that handshake with me right?”

“Duh, Daddy, it’s ours,” she emphasized. As if doing it with someone else would be the world’s biggest insult.

Mulder smiled at his daughter’s sincerity and Scully felt her own smile growing. It always touched her heart to see how deeply his relationship with his daughter meant to Mulder. “Exactly. Just like I will only ever do that handshake with you, I will only ever make love to mommy.”

Understanding dawned in the depths of blue and she started nodding, haphazardly raising her fist to clear away her tear tracks. Mulder and Scully simultaneously grabbed for the chairs nearest to them. Now that the crisis was evaded, their joints desperately screamed at them to get out of their kneeling postures. “Do you always have to pray during it too?”

“What do you mean baby?” Scully asked, raising her hand to cup a rosy cheek in her hand, wiping away the remaining wetness with the pad of her thumb.

“You were screaming ‘oh god’.” And she was eternally now too.

This time Mulder couldn’t help himself and he had to bring a hand up to cover his mouth, which was no doubt plastered with a shit eating grin. “Yes. I do. I always think it’s important to say my prayers before I go to bed,” Scully managed to say straight-faced.

“Even when you’re making love?” she asked, playing with the silk fabric of Scully’s robe.

“Especially then,” Mulder deadpanned.

She nodded again, absorbing this information. “Do you have any other questions about what you saw, honey?” Scully asked before placing a kiss to the crown of her head, taking a moment to smell her hair.

“No, I got it now. Thank you,” she smiled.

Mulder mimicked the motion of wiping sweat off his brow, but she knew the gesture wasn’t all that far from the truth. “Okay, well it’s time to get you to bed, little girl. It’s way passed your bedtime,” he said in a sing-songy voice, scooping her up in his arms.

She squealed in delight and clung to Mulder’s shirt, resting her head against his shoulder like a doll. Scully stood up, relieved all of this was settled, and followed them into the room decorated like the sky. Scully grabbed the comforter of the rocketship bed Mulder had made and pulled them back, so he could ease the now sleepy toddler into her cocoon.

Mulder was about to lean down to press a kiss to her forehead when, in a small sleepy voice, she yawned, “Your lucky Mommy’s a doctor.”

They both laughed at the inherent truth in that statement from years of proof. “She didn’t sit on me that hard honey,” he laughed, earning a playful pinch from Scully.

“No, not for that,” Katie sighed, burrowing into bed.

“Then what for, baby?” Scully asked.

“Somethin’s wrong with your pwivate parts Daddy, they don’ look like Mommy’s and mine,” she said seriously, looking in his face, mimicking the same look Scully had given him countless times over the years. “But don’ worry Daddy,” she comforted, freeing one hand to rub it clumsily over the skin of his cheek.  “Mommy’ll cut it off and you’ll be good as new.” Neither of them could help the laughter that escaped that time.

That was a discussion for a later day.

[picapica916]

Release *Finale of A foolish move*

Read the first two here:

https://picapica916.tumblr.com/post/183066044212/a-foolish-move-a-jse-story

https://picapica916.tumblr.com/post/183076202422/reason-sequel-to-a-foolish-move

*Unfortunately, I don't know how to do the word link thing*

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It been hours since Marvin has been out of his room. There hasn't been a sound made from his room. It been too quiet in there lately. Chase notice it, even JJ too. Henrik said he just want to be alone. But they both knew something was wrong.

Later that night...

"Psst JJ," Chase whisper. "It's time."

JJ opened his eyes to see Chase hanging on the side. Of his top bunk, He shot up from being startled. Making him hitting his head on the roof.

"Sorry," Chase whisper loudly. "Come on lets get moving."

"You didn't need to do that." JJ signed while climbing down the ladder.

"Quit being like that and come on." Chase sigh.

JJ rolled his eyes, They walked out of the room. Making sure Henrik couldn't hear them. Before Chase woke up JJ, he put earmuffs on Henrik. JJ saw this before they walked out of the room.

"I'm related by an Idiot." He secretly sign behind Chase back.

They walked over to Marvin room. It was a very short walk. Chase put his hand on the door, the door open slowly.

"Marvin would never leave his door slightly open." Chase thought inside his head.

"I saw this in a movie once," JJ sign. "Never walk in a room with a slightly open door."

"This is real life JJ, Not some silly fanfic writing by a fanfiction writer." Chase replies back to him.

He pushes the door fully open. It makes a creaking sound while opening the door. It was pitch black inside. The room itself had a... unstable feel to it. A smell that rushes through out of the room. Making them both gag a bit.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SMELL!??!" Chase yelled.

JJ mimics him pretending to throw up in his mouth.

They both walked in, unbareing of the smell. They had to power though it. Inside the room, was still pitch black. The door slammed close behind them. Making JJ jumped.

"Haha you got scared by a door." Chase laugh at JJ.

He was about to sign something until. A his expression change to horror. Appearing behind Chase was someone... or something with glitching particles. He was trembling in fear.

"Uh what wron-" Chase was cut off by hearing a knife.

He slowly turn around, seeing Marvin. But, his appearance seem different. His throat was cut open. His skin was glitching, his eyes where black. He had a creepy smile, that was very unsettling.

". . . I'm guessing you're the one who's making that smell." Chase replies to him.

JJ hit his hand on his face. Telling him: "That was stupid of you, also THAT NOT MARVIN!!!"

"ẆḕḶḶ ẇḕḶḶ ẆḕḶḶ. Ḭḟ ḭṮ ḭṠṆ'Ṯ ṮẇḕḕṮẏ Ḋḕḕ ḀṆḊ ṮẇḕḕṮẏ Ḋṳṁḃ." "Marvin" crackled out.

Chase heard that voice, realizing that that wasn't Mavrin talking. JJ, still trembling in fear. Was still trembling in fear.

"Wait which one of us is Tweety Dum-" Chase was cut off by Marvin grabing his throat. Lifting him off the floor, his fingernails digging into his skin.

"ḬṮ Ḁ ḞḬḠṲṘḔ ṎḞ ṠṖḔḔḈḦ ṀṎṘṎṆ!!! ṆṎẆ ẆḦḔṘḔ ṮḦḀṮ ḊṎḈṮḔṘ!!!"

JJ looked over, saw a lamp. He slowly reach over to it. A red string can out of nowhere. Wrapping over his arm, wiping him back over to where Anti and Chase where.

"ḊṏṆ'Ṯ ṮḧḭṆḲ Ḭ ṠḀẇ ṮḧḀṮ. Ḭ ṁḀẏ ḧḀṼḕ ḧḭṁ ḧḕṙḕ... ḃṳṮ ẏṏṳ'ṙḕ ṆṏṮ Ṽḕṙẏ ṠṆḕḀḲẏ. Ṏḧ ẏṏṳ ḶḭḲḕ ṁẏ Ṇḕẇ ṮṙḭḉḲ?"

The red string start to get tighter on his arm. Making him tear up a bit. Chase was still choking. Trying to swing his arms on Anti.

Anti, being not amuse by this. Dropped chase, unravel the red string around JJ arm. He glitched out of the room. Chase gasping for air, was able to regain himself again.

"If Anti here," JJ slowly signing. "Then where's Marvin?"

"Oh no... this can't be good." Chase replies back.

They ran out of Mavrin room. The hallway was cover in blood. Mavrin blood. Leading them to the room where Henrik was asleep. Anti sense the Mask was in there. How? Well... he was in control of Marvin body. Marvin put a link spell on his mask whenever he lost it. He only knows where it is. But since Anti has taken over his body... now he knows where it is.

Anti saw the mask in a glass container on Henrik research desk. He went over to it, he felt the power surrounding it. He WANTED that power. Just when he was about to reach it...

"Ẏṏṳ ḉḀṆ'Ṯ ḟṏṏḶ ṁḕ ṮḧḀṮ ḕḀṠẏ... ḊṏḉṮṏṙ."

Red strings appear weeping around Henrik arms and neck. Making him drop his syringe. Anti opened the box, containing the mask. Putting on the mask, he felt the magic rush thought his body.

"What d-did you do to M-marvin, You glitch B-" Henrik felt burning on the strings. Even on his neck. Which seems to hurt a lot.

"ḊṏṆ'Ṯ ẇṏṙṙẏ ḀḃṏṳṮ ṀḀṙṼḭṆ, Ḧḕ ṮṏṏḲ ṁẏ ṖḶḀḉḕ ḭṆṠḭḊḕ ṏḟ JḀḉḲ ṁḭṆḊ. ḂṳṮ ḀṠ ḟṏṙ ẏṏṳ ḀṆḊ Ṯḧḕ ṏṮḧḕṙṠ... Ẏṏṳ'ṙḕ ḞḭṆḭṠḧ."

He told him as he swiped out his knife. Before he cut slash His neck open. The door slammed opened to reveal Chase and JJ. Anti looked at both of them.

"SORRY WRONG ROOM!!" Chase yell grabbing onto JJ hand, sprinting away from the room.

Anti Glared, looking back at the already 2nd degree burn doctor.

"Don't you d-dare hurt t-them." Henrik choked up.

"Ṯḭṁḕ Ṯṏ ṖṳṮ ẏṏṳ ṏṳṮ ṏḟ ẏṏṳṙ ṁḭṠḕṙẏ." He kicked him down. Falling on the floor. Henrik didn't move. The strings unraveled away from the burnt corpse.

He walked away from the dead corpse. Then walking out of the room.

"Ḭ ḀḶẇḀẏṠ ḠḕṮ ẇḧḀṮ Ḭ ẇḀṆṮ."

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"So what did you guys think of my first story?" Pica said looking up from her phone.

10th was on the floor crying and making sad Latina noises. Sadcat was clapping at the ending. Blue wasn't really paying attention, because he looking at pumpkin.

Pumpkin was chugging a gallon of Water because of well Anti.

Kinda made him feel uncomfortable.

"Whatever happen to Jackie?" He ask.

". . . Oh Jackie well. Let's just say he in the hospital the whole time this was happening."

10th shot up the floor.

"WAIT JACKIE WAS ON THE HOSPITAL BED THIS WHOLE TIME!?!?!?"

"Oooooo I love plot twists

"YOU DID WHAT TO MY HUSBAN!?!?!?"

Pumpkin stop chugging to take a breather, still went back to chugging. 10th crash on the floor again, still crying.

". . . Wow thanks guys. -_-"

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Off they goo!! The image of them possibly just vibin with a group of wild moose came to me and it brings joy <3 lotta animals are just there vibin in good ol' Ebott land nothing bad here <3 Day 10 of feeling so so so bad for Sven and Right Hand Man :') this man loves his husband so much it makes me so sad, Reggie's not dead <3 hopefully,,,

Oh they going on a cave :0 please don't be a dead end, poor Reggie don't let him walk that much, banana stache man deserves a rest<3

OH WAIT YOU TWO DON'T FIGHT,,,, YOU JUST WORRY ABOUT EACH OTHER PLEASE DON'T FIGHT;; HJKHFKJSDHFJKDSHFDJKSFHKJSFKDHKSHFJKSF RHM,,, HE'S ALL "BEHAVE, CHILDREN" (Nooooooo burt is choking D':)

Ooooooooh creepy house :0 OH REGGIE SITS ON A CHAIR<33!!, he waits politely i love this man <33 he deserves love even when he can't exactly reciprocate it :')

I'M SORRY THE IMAGE OF SVEN RUNNING AROUND WITH A DEADPAN REGGIE IS SO HILARIOUS I'M SORRY,,, Oh they found soul container thingies :0 it should be good to investig- JHKVHKJCH SVEN,, HFDKHFD HE NOPED OUTTA THERE

Right take he husband back, no touchie jhdkjfhs <33

Woop!! welcome to the throne room guys <3 don't mind the stalking talking flower fjkghfkdj Hi flowey, my beloved <33 i love you lil flower lad please don't hurt these boys they're on an important mission to SAVE their beloved chief <3 "Chief, am i high" BURT KJKJFHDJKFHDSJK OHMYGOD

JKHSDFJKD DANG IT THIS CHAPTER MADE ME SMIRK TOO MUCH, FLOWEY'S HAPPY-GO-LUCKY FACADE DROPS WHEN HE SEES REG, PLEASE HELP US FLOWEY :'))

OH MAN,,, HE IS LUCKY TO BE ALIVE,,,, AAAAAAA,,, HE'LL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN????? DUDE

WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU, WHY YOU MAKE ME CRY AT EVERY TWO CHAPTERS,,,, ARE YOU MAD AT ME??? DID I HURT YOU???/j/lh

Sucks that he's only helping cuz it's interesting for him, but help is help so i'm not going to complain <3 Oh,, the True Lab,, okay serious mode on, we gotta get the DT extraction machine, we can't let anything distract u- KKSLDFJLDKSJFKLDJKLDSJFKJDSFKLS GOD DAMN IT ALPHYS HGDHFGJKFDHGDJK YOUR MANGA

Let's appreciate the fact that RHM just, piles the manga books aside <3 he respects stranger's property (Also the mention of Mew Mew kissie cute as just "catgirl" made me rethink my life choices kjdhsjkd <33) GO RIGHT GO <3 DONATE DT TO SAVE HUSBAN <33

Aww man ;; it's not workinnng, we need to restart Reggie somehow ;; Reggie soulllll *bap bap* please produce more soul traits <33

Oh Burt found something :0 OOOH RESEARCH,,

I dare you to tell me that wasn't Dr Gaster, i dare you <3 Can we get an F in the chat for poor Mel :')

Aweh, Reggie is a patient man, he's a good reader and he's thoughtful and aware of his surroundings, love this man <33

AND OF COURSE RHM IS A DETERMINATION SOUL <3 HE'LL FIGHT THE SUN IF HE HAS TO

SVEN MY BELOVED YES HE'S VERY LOYAL AND COMMITED, VERY MUCH WHAT INTEGRITY SOUL IS, LOVE THIS BLUSHY BOY HGJKDFHD BE PROUD OF WHO YOU ARE HONEY <33 OOOOOOOOOOOOOH SO THAT'S HOW HE BLEW DOWN THE FENCE, HFDJKHF IT HAD TO GO DOWN <3

Burt Honey pie, Burty baby <33 PURPLE GUY,, YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE JSJSJ,, He's very perseverant, quick thinker and chill man, he's the best, HJKDFHSDKJ THAT'S NOT LIMITED TO THE HOROSCOPE DEAR-

Let's save Reggie guys, but keep your eyes peeled <3

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