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[jaydangan]

I'm glad that you're Nagito's husband! He deserves to be loved, and I'm sure that you give him a lot of love ❤️

Oh! Just a second please! *ahem*

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NONNIE I- OMG????? I- YOU'RE PUTTING A WHOLE LOT TRUST IN ME I- THANK YOU I PROMISE I TAKE GOOD CARE OF HIM AND GIVE HIM LOTS OF LOVE!!!!!!

*so honored*

[brandycranby]

brandy!!!!! I stumbled across this video today and just had to send it to you 🥹

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C1fOqVjBoHC/?igsh=MWhvbHV1cXl6Z3VlNw==

hope you’re well! I‘m studying for my exams rn (= losing all will to live) 🥲 I‘ll be in touch again soon, have been thinking abt raccoon readers presents! 👀 steve would for sure get her some kind of code puzzle or a riddle of some sort *gestures hand vaguely at stark tech* 🤓 was first thinking gardening tools, but she has hands, sooooo 😂 bet she loves digging into the soil with bare hands to make maximum mess 😝 or maybe he gets her some of the presents she gave away for herself (he saw her eying that blanket haha) 😌 bonus: ransom gets his raccoon reader a nice wool sweater (I’ve been thinking abt them a lot!!!! the angst!!! the yearning!!! them = a bunch of unrelated thoughts) ☺️

heheee some forehead kissies for you and a biiiiig virtual hug 😙💋🥰

-🦝

my darling!!! my darling, you live 😭😭 when are your exams? i know you're studying your very very hardest and doing your best!!!

hehe that is steve bringing raccoon reader into the avengers living area for the first time

i got a wooden puzzle for my friend this year and i think raccoon reader would like that. anything from the barnes & noble puzzles and toys section would be a great present for her 😌 she didn't have to eye the blanket bc steve already got her a new one.. or two hehe raccoon reader exists in maximum comfort 🫶🏻💕💕 tools and aprons are useless to her, she just goes at the garden like a feral groundhog (except raccoons >>> groundhogs, ok? 🤨)

!!!!!! tell me all your ransom x raccoon hybrid reader thoughts!!! i must know everything 🥺💕💕💕

sending u a big big hug, some chocolates, a lot of cozy snuggly blankets and the will to live 😭💕💕

[pascalpvnk]

Hi! Hope you’re doing well! So I absolutely love you and your writing and I’m obsessed with “you and I” after just one chapter😫 any idea when the next part will be out? No rush!

Oh my goodness thank you, lovely!! I’m so happy you enjoyed You & I, it truly means the world to me! I don’t have a set schedule for the next update, but I’m dusting off the wip and working on it slowly. I really appreciate you 🩷

[groovyangelkisses]

the post you made about being loved my carmy was so poetic i think i might cry

oh thank you lovebug, this makes me sososo happy! i just know carmy would adore you ♡ ̆̈

[blighted-lights]

bless you for that cyclonus and whirl art, i rarely see art of just the two of them 🥺 its so wonderful, i love their expressions!

awhhh thank you nonnie, that means so much 🥺!!! thank you for spending the time to send this to me <33

im a BIG cywhirl fan, and i'll likely be making much more art of them in the future!! along with some possible fic hehe. until then, have another sketch of them, just for you!

[navybrat817]

Hot COD characters?

Which characters do I think are hot, nonnie?

Price

Soap

Gaz

Mask kink alone, Ghost and König

Alejandro is also attractive.

So is Alex Keller.

Lots of hotness to go around. ❤️‍🔥 Love and thanks! ❤️

[baeshijima]

um. wriothesley and kisses on your temple. especially when it's quick because he has other matters at hand like maybe you're chatting in his office and someone calls him for an emergency but he doesn't forget to leave a smooch on your head before he rushes out, mumbling a "i'll be right back, darling" or "see you later, sweetheart" . it's so husband of him grr

nonnie i am cradling u and ur brain rn …..

HE SO WOULD ?????!!!!!! ourghhg you and wriothesley catching up over some tea in his office, honey eyes gazing adoringly at you over the rim of his cup as you laugh at a comment he made over two of his subordinates being in denial about them being in love until someone comes in asking for his urgent presence.

despite his reservations about leaving you on your own abruptly like this, he concedes with a sigh and stands to follow his subordinate. as he reaches your side, he leans over, one hand gripping the farthest arm rest to hold him up as he presses a deep, lingering kiss against your temple, the words “i’ll be back soon, darling” muttered lowly against your skin before he quickly follows after the worker in hopes of returning to you just as quick.

[foreverdolly]

Thanks for your hard work as always dolly! Hope you are taking care of yourself during this two job blues period :)

i’m happiest when i write and the fact that you can enjoy my hard work has me over the moon. i love you and thank you! i am! i just took a much needed bubble bath and am writing before bed ;) i don’t know why but so many of my ideas for scenes/dialogue come to me when i’m in the shower or bath (is that weird? probably haha!)

you’re the sweetest and i hope you have an amazing monday tomorrow, lovie.

[chococolte]

omg i‘ve been looking for so long for the kind of yandere you write! i‘m not sure why but all i ever seem to find is violent, lock-you-up yandere fics, even more so with genshin characters like childe 😭😭 so finding your account is like a gold mine, especially with how beautifully you write!!!

XNSJNF thank youuu!!!! im so glad you like my writing, it means so so much to me!!!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡ disliking more violent yandere fics is what motivated me to post my writing and im so happy you like my stuff because you're who its meant for !!! <3

[wildpeachfarm]

I'm demi and significantly older than him (my youngest sister is a year older than him) so my feelings for Dream are that of an exasperated older sister. My dude. Please delete Twitter and hug your friends. I love you but also you need an experienced person to talk to about dealing with fame. You're amazing, honey.

agree on all of this :) (he needs a therapist badly)

[jaydangan]

I love you Anons yall are so silly, come at me nonnies, if u want, be a emoji anon or Something i just, love the anonimity

[figs-oliomedley]

oh honey

turned on Bubble Guppies while I was making pancakes and remembered why I loved this show

god bless, Deema (also go listen to the songs they're genuine bangers)

[mystra-midnight]

hi there, i’d like to order one lamington please!

i’m a short, curvy, blue eyed girl who loves wearing jeans, listening to music and painting :) i’d love a boyfriend who’d take care of me but also make me laugh

and also absolutely rail me in the bedroom

sweet nonnie, thank you so much for sending in an order! ily and hope you enjoy your sweet treat, which I also got carried away with! <3 <3

I ship you with . . . Astarion!

Astarion is a man of eclectic taste and is a many faceted individual.

He is a man who can appreciate your love of music, whether it is classical or more modern. He enjoys those quiet moments when you are in his lap, watching him strum at his lute, watching him as though transfixed.

He also enjoys the nuances of art; if you wanted him to post among the flowers, he would. If you wanted him to pose nude on the settee while you draw him — like one of your French girls — he would.

“Don’t move,” you said again, your voice soft yet commanding. Your eyes flicked up over the canvas to where he was draped over the settee, his pale skin bathed in the soft glow of the candlelight. The blanket, haphazardly thrown over his hips and thighs, left just enough to the imagination yet teased with the promise of what lay beneath. His chest rose and fell slowly with the illusion of breath, each movement accentuating the curve of his muscles, the lines of his collarbones casting shadows across his alabaster skin.

The roses you’d placed beside him matched the colour of his eyes: a deep vermillion, dark and hypnotic, like the first spill of blood on fresh snow. His gaze was steady and unwavering as he watched you, an intensity in his eyes that made your pulse quicken. There was something predatory in how he studied you as if he were less the subject of your painting and more of a hunter waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. 

“You seem to be enjoying this, petal,” he said, his voice low, almost teasing. His lips curled into a faint smirk, though his eyes never left yours.

“Maybe I am,” you answered, dipping the brush into the paint again, refusing to let him distract you. Yet, there was no denying the warmth spreading through your blood or how your breath hitched when his gaze lingered too long. Astarion shifted, a subtle movement that drew your attention back to him.

The blanket slipped just a little, exposing more of his skin, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was intentional. He was a picture of temptation, perfectly poised and posed, but there was something else, too — a vulnerability that only you could see, hidden beneath the surface. For a moment, your hand faltered, your brush moving in the wrong direction as you looked at him.

“Stay still,” you murmured, but the words came out softer than you intended, almost like a plea.

He loves seeing his partners comfortable in their own skin. It’s something that he craves, having spent so long at war with himself — hating every scar, every flaw, and using his body as a weapon rather than something worthy of love.

He would never complain or judge you because of the way you look or the way you dress, whether dressed up in something that clings to your curves or lounging in oversized clothes that feel like a second skin. You’re always gorgeous to him, and he never hesitates to let you know.

On the days when doubt creeps in — those quiet, insidious moments when you can’t see yourself the way he does — he’ll be there to remind you.

He cupped your cheeks in his palms, cold and steady, tilting your face so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. His vermillion hues, dark and rich like wine, crashed against your ocean eyes, a collision of elements—fire and water, passion and calm. His touch was grounding, his fingers firm but gentle, and at that moment, the world outside faded into nothing. It was just the two of you, the heat of his palms against your skin, the steady rhythm of your breath filling the silence.

“You see yourself through such a narrow lens, petal,” he said softly, his voice low, almost reverent. He brushed his thumbs along the curve of your cheekbones, tracing the delicate lines of your face as if memorising every detail. “But I see all of you. Every part of you. And I wish you could see what I see.”

His words were quiet, but they sank deep, settling in the pit of your stomach and spreading warmth through your chest. There was no judgement in his eyes, no hesitation — only an unwavering certainty that made it impossible for you to look away. Astarion searched your gaze as if he were looking for something beyond the surface, something only he could understand. And maybe he found it.

Your heartbeats quickened, the weight of his hands anchoring you in the moment, steadying you against the swirling thoughts that had held you captive for much too long. The insecurities, the doubts — they suddenly seemed so small, so insignificant as he looked at you like that, with such intensity, as though you were the only thing in his world.

“Let me show you,” he whispered, his lips curving into the faintest smile. His hand shifted, one thumb brushing across your lower lip, a touch so soft that it sent a shiver down your spine. “Every time you forget, I’ll remind you.” There was a promise in his voice, unspoken but certain, as if he was pledging to chase away every shadow that haunted your reflection.

And as his thumb lingered on your lip, his eyes darkening ever so slightly, you knew he meant it.

And yet, for all his old-world charm and silver tongue, Astarion is a devil underneath. He knows that he is a flame and that others are moths that flock to him.

He has learned how to read people: the subtle changes in their expression and body language. He can hear the wild thundering of your heart when you’re thinking about him, and he can smell the arousal between your thighs. He’s a vampire, after all. And it leaves his head in the clouds each and every time.

In your eyes, Astarion is kind and gentle yet somewhat wild. He can give you precisely what you need: soft love and affection in those moments of doubt or rough dominance when you need to glimpse the Celestial Heavens. And you would not have him any other way.

You felt boneless, like your legs would give out at any moment. Except his hands on your hips kept you from collapsing, their grip the only thing tethering you to reality. His fingers pressed into your skin, grounding you in the moment, reminding you that you weren’t falling — not really — but sinking into something deeper, something undeniable.

His hands tightened ever so slightly, pulling you closer until he was buried within your slick, warm walls. The feeling of him filling you made your breath hitch, the heat between your thighs almost unbearable. His chest pressed firmly against your back, skin-to-skin, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his breath, the way his body moulded to yours, the way every subtle movement seemed to ripple through your core.

The soft bristle of his chin brushed against your shoulder as he leaned in closer, lips barely grazing the sensitive skin of your ear. His breath on your skin made your pulse race, and each inhale was filled with the heady scent of him. It was intoxicating and overwhelming, as though you could lose yourself in the rhythm of his hollow breathing, in the slow and deliberate way he moved within you.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his lips brushing your earlobe. The soft, teasing kiss that followed sent a shiver down your spine, a full-body tremor he felt as much as you did. His voice dropped lower, becoming a sultry hum reverberating through your body, making every nerve alight with sensation. “Are you close, petal?”

You nodded, the words lodged somewhere in your throat, your breath too unsteady to form a coherent response. All you could manage was a whimper, a sound that came from deep in your chest as his grip on your hips tightened. His thumbs traced slow, maddening circles into your skin, grounding you yet driving you closer to the edge, teasing a fine line.

He shifted, his hips pressing forward, deeper, as his lips trailed soft, wet kisses down the curve of your neck, igniting sparks that bloomed across your skin. Each movement, each kiss, was deliberate, as if he knew exactly what you needed, pushing you closer and closer to the brink until you felt like you were unravelling beneath him.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, sending another shockwave through you. His voice was full of raw desire, but there was tenderness there too, a dominance, a possessiveness, a love. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”

His breath ghosted against your ear as he spoke, his tone coaxing, laced with a dark promise that made your body tense in anticipation. And just like that, the last of your control slipped away, your body tightening around him, every muscle quivering as you gave in to the rising heat, to him.

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[darkestspring]

Hello. What do you think Yandere husband Corlys Velaryon would be like? What would his relationship with his wife and children be like? It would be nice to read Corlys from your posts. Honestly, I think Corlys is underestimated as a yandere. But the man radiates a strong yandere vibration.

Corlys would be a devoted yandere, not gonna lie. He plays the long game. Doesn't matter if you have a lover or a husband. He approached you slowly, befriends you. He's your devoted companion, always there when you need him, always your best friend. You never know that he fantasizes about having a family with you until you're finally married to him. He'll cup your face and whisper to you about how much he's patiently waited for you. How much he dirtied his hands for you. All of your enemies were his, so it was only suiting that he eliminated them with a heavy hand. You were his love. His hearts only desire.

He'd treat you with the utmost care, care reserved only for you and the children you'll have. People will gush over how lucky you are, to have such a devoted husband, unknowing that he killed everyone else to get you and that he'll do much worse to keep you.

His children with you will be treated with love and kindness, they'll be educated to the best degree and spoiled rotten. he'll seek only the best engagements for them and when they get married, he'll ask for more symbols of love.

Corlys loves to see you swell but hates sharing you attention for long period of time with others that are not his children.

he's not the worst yandere to have. Kind, devoted and at times very rational. Most likely to not cause a genocide or massacre in your name but will be the judge, jury and executioner of your friends and foes alike so please proceed with caution and love only him <3

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

it’s my birthday! can i get a little sneaky hotchniss headcanon 🥺

first of all HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! I hope you have a day full of joy and light and love!!!

we were at disney world yesterday, so here's a theme park inspired headcanon.

***

Emily, obviously, loves a coaster. She's a thrill seeker in all aspects of life, so this comes as no surprise to Aaron when he surprises her with Universal tickets. However it is a surprise to Emily when she drags him into the Velocicoaster line to see Aaron pale as he looks up at the dark grey track, as he hears the exhilarated and terrified screams of the people who rush past them in metal death traps, and that's when Emily realizes her big, bag Unit Chief, who she's seen take down literal killers on more occasions than she can count, is afraid of rollercoasters.

"Why did you bring me here, then?" She laughs, pushing him out of the line so that impatient people can pass them.

Aaron looks sheepishly at her - which is something that Aaron Hotchner doesn't often look. He shrugs, "I thought I'd get over it once we were here. I wanted you to have a good time."

She looked back up at the ride, then back to Aaron. "And?"

Aaron, who had followed her gaze, looked pale again, and he shook his head. Pressing her lips together in a fond smile, Emily leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"I love you for trying. Come on, lets go on the rapids."

[starkeysprincess]

i was used to your old pfp but the new one is so pretty, matching with the aes of your blog ! 🥺

stopppp you’re so sweet ily 🥺

i figured it was time to change the pfp since I changed my theme up a bit but I’m having a hard time picking between this one or this one that i edited the coloring on

i do think the left pic fits more cause it screams lover girl to me 🙈 can u tell i love jenna ortega so bad