#their New Orleans house with the kids etc

[leviiackrman]

SIMS 4 OC LOOKBOOK: Ishimoto - Kaida (+ soon to be whole fam)

Here’s another oc sim, this time of my baby Kaida! I had to delete all my poses cus they broke my game when I updated… rip… but she’s still cute!! I’ve also finally got shots of all my builds so will start sharing those soon, as well as new members to certain families hehe. Lemme know which outfit is your favourite!

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[arcane-vagabond]

Outrun the Devil: Prologue

Outrun the Devil: Prologue

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

Summary: Bob Floyd had always been a good kid. So how did he manage to let his childhood friends rope him into living a life of crime? A member of the famous outlaw group, the Dagger Gang, Bob longs for a future where he can settle down and earn a respectable living. When he meets the new barmaid at the local tavern, that future doesn't seem so farfetched, but will her past catch up to her?

Warnings: Talk of prostitution, swearing, use of y/n, talk of abuse (sexual and physical), talk of abandonment, self degradation, etc.

Word Count: 1.95k

A/N: Starting off a lot darker than the other two, but I hope you stick around! Also, I'm going to ask that y'all please ignore the historical inaccuracies of traveling westward in this one. I did actual research for this one, and finally decided that I was thinking to deep. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated! You can find my works on AO3 under arcane_vagabond. 18+ ONLY!!!

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The Streets of New Orleans smelled like shit. No, worse than shit. It smelled like shit warmed over. The rain had died down, at least. It had been a slow night because of it, and you knew that the madame wouldn’t be pleased with your lack of earnings for the evening.

Like it was your fault.

Heaving a sigh, you pushed off the building whose awning had given you some respite from the downpour that ended only moments ago. Glancing along the usually busy street, you saw no one in sight. Turning on your heel, you moved briskly down the cobblestone street back to the brothel you called home.

You didn’t know anything else besides the four walls of the “house of pleasure” as your madame, Lady Marie Dubois, called it. You doubted she was an actual lady, but had rather gifted herself the title. You were fairly certain your mother had been one of the many women that resided there, but no one would ever give you the whole story.

“If you needed to know,” Marie had sniffed, “you would know.”

That’s what she had said the last time you had asked. You guessed you had probably been around eight years old at the time. Never having gotten an answer other than that one, you resigned yourself to living the life of an orphan girl taken in by a high end brothel. When you had been old enough, Lady Dubois had put you straight to work in the business.

“No one stays here for free,” she had tutted. “And your worth more to me this way than as a maid.”

You earned your keep.

You came up to the grand doorways of the brothel and nodded at the man who stood guard as he opened the door for you. The entryway was decorated lavishly in fine silks and smooth velvets. Expensive furniture lined the walls and the scent of smoke and cheap perfume wafted in the air. You made your way down the hall to the back room where you knew Marie would be.

Sure enough, she sat behind a large, wooden desk counting, what you assumed, were the meager earnings of your colleagues. You almost laughed at the word. You stopped just past the door as Marie glanced up at you. She gestured to the seat opposite her, and you plopped down, throwing the small bag of coins you had earned earlier in the evening on to her desk. She frowned.

“Not even you could get more customers tonight, hm?”

You shrugged. “No one likes getting caught in the rain.”

Marie dumped the coins onto her desk, nodding in approval as your meager earnings for the evening still outperformed what the rest had earned.

“You’re not as angry as I expected,” you mused, raising a brow at her. Marie snorted and began counting your coins.

“We had a good week,” she began, “one bad night won’t hurt us.”

You almost laughed. “You’re being awfully cavalier this evening.”

She stopped her counting to look at you, studying you for a couple of moments. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, folding her hands in her lap.

“You’re young y/n,” she stated. “Men like young. You have a few more years before those looks of yours start to fade. You’ll make up for tonight without a problem.”

You didn’t reply, mulling over her words.

“Did you need me for anything else?” you asked softly. She shook her head.

“No, you’re free to retire for the evening.”

Nodding, you stood up and silently made your way out of the room. Walking up the wooden steps past the second floor, you heard the telltale sounds of some of the women still working. Not stopping, you rounded the bannister and made your way up to the private quarters.

Once safely in your room, you locked the door behind you and began to strip out of your working dress. Draping it over the chair in the corner, you opted to take care of it properly in the morning. Quickly draping your nightdress on, you sat on the edge of your bed and thought about Marie’s words.

You had never known a life outside of this one. The only reason you knew life could be easier was thanks, in part, to the church women who would corner you to tell you that you could be saved. You found that highly unlikely. But maybe they were right about one thing. Maybe you could have a different life. Staring at your reflection in the mirror of your vanity, you allowed yourself to ponder. Is this what you wanted your life to be - stuck in this never-ending hell. And that’s what it was, when you allowed yourself to think about it. Giving away your body like the daily paper in order to earn your living. You didn’t want this. You never wanted this. You didn’t even realize the tears had started rolling down your cheek until you were already sobbing.

You couldn’t live like this. Not anymore.

Scrubbing the tears from your face, you laid down in your bed. You fell asleep rather quickly, and the next morning when you woke up, you had made up your mind.

You dressed quickly and silently in your civilian attire and made your way downstairs to the first floor. Just as you reached the door, a voice called out to you.

“Where are you going?” Marie asked, eyebrow raised.

Your heart skipped a beat. Willing your nerves to settle, you turned to her with what you hoped was a nonchalant look.

“I thought I would go out and look for some new accessories,” you state simply. Marie hums.

“It has been a while since you’ve gotten anything new,” she mused. “Wait right there.”

Before you could respond, she turned on her heel and made her way down the hallway. Moments later, she was placing a small purse of coins in your hand.

“Don’t be out too late. It’s already past noon.”

You smiled at her softly and made your way out the door. You walked quickly down the road, gunning for the docks by the river. You quickly spotted what you were looking for. You made your way up to the attendant who was selling and giving out tickets to other travelers.

“Good day to you, miss,” he smiled warmly. You returned the smile politely.

“Where is this ship going?”

“We’re headed up towards St. Louis and then down the Missouri to Independence. It’ll be about a week before we get there.”

You nodded, reaching into your coin purse. You offered the money to him. “Is this enough to cover my fare?”

“That should be more than enough, miss,” he replied, taking the money and handing you a ticket. You made your way onto the deck of the steamboat, taking one last look at the city you had called home. Disappearing into the ship, you made your way to the room number that was printed neatly on your ticket. Room 24. Stumbling inside, you locked the door behind you and laid down on the plush bed. Only minutes later did the ship begin to make its way down the Mississippi River. You let out a nervous, shaky breath. There was no turning back now.

The week passed quickly with you mostly keeping to yourself in your cabin, only coming out for the occasional meal. When the boat docked in Independence, Missouri, you made your way to the market. You didn’t have a plan really, you just knew you needed to get further away.

“It’s not much yet, but it’s gettin’ there. I’m tellin’ ya! The west is the land of opportunity!”

You swung your head to see where the voice was coming from. A man stood on the porch of a general store talking with, who you assumed, was the owner.

“Anybody lookin’ to make a fresh start better make their way there before there’s nothin’ left to take,” he continued. Your body moved before your mind could even think about what you were doing.

“Excuse me,” you heard yourself say. The two men turned to look at you, eyebrows furrowed. “How does one get to the west?”

“Well, darlin’, it just so happens that I’m ‘bout to make my way thataway now,” he smiles warmly. You shifted your feet.

“If I could impose upon you, sir, I would be grateful if you would allow me to accompany you to wherever it is your going,” you implored. The man takes you in for a moment before nodding slowly. “I promise I won’t be a bother.”

“Alright, miss,” he starts, “that’d be just fine. We’re headed to a town called Maverick out in the New Mexico Territory. It’s ‘bout a week's ride from here. You think you can manage it?”

You nodded vehemently. “Yes, sir.”

“Well then,” he grins, gesturing towards his cart. “Let’s get a move on.”

The second week passed by more quickly than the first, and you found your companion to be pleasant company. His name was Joel, as you came to find out. He had been happily married to his wife, Helen, for thirty-two years that April and they had three daughters and one son, all somewhere around your age.

“Reckon we’ve only got a couple o’ hours left fore we get there,” he said one morning. And he had been right. The two of you rolled into town only a few hours after you had packed up your camp that morning. You took a moment to admire the small, desert town that was so unlike your New Orleans. Joel stopped the cart outside a building with the word “Saloon” stamped across a sign at the top.

“You’ll want to speak with Penny,” he says, looking at you with a serious expression. “She’s been lookin’ for help running the saloon, and with any luck she’s still lookin’. Ask’er for a job and a place to stay.”

You nodded and offered the old man a smile. Hopping out of your seat and onto the ground, you made to make your way up the steps.

“Oh, and y/n?”

You turned.

“Don’t be a stranger now, ya hear?” Joel grinned. Your smile grew wider as you waved the old man off. Trudging your way up the steps and through the swing doors, you were greeted with the sight of scattered tables and a small piano pushed off to the side by the far wall. Your eyes quickly shifted to the women standing behind the bar. She was beautiful with dark hair and age lines running across her pretty face. She offered you a small smile.

“Can I help you?” she asked. You walked up to the bar so that you were only a few feet away.

“My name is y/n,” you started, feeling unexpected nerves starting to rise in your gut. “I’m looking for a job and a place to stay.”

The woman regarded you for a moment before responding. “Well, you’re in luck. I’ve been looking to hire someone to help me run this place now that more people are moving to town. The name is Penny. You just get in to town?”

“Yes,” you nodded. “Just a couple of minutes ago, actually.”

Penny raised an eyebrow at you. “You don’t say? Well, I’ve got a room you can stay in just upstairs. You got any belongings with you?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Well, not to worry. I’m sure I’ve got a couple of things at home I can bring in for you. I’ll show you the ropes tomorrow. Come on,” she gestured for you to follow her up the stairs. For the first time in your life, you felt what you could only describe as ease.

[greghatecrimes]

Uh,,, baby thirteen au HC pls 🙏💫

omg absolutely. I still don’t know how House ended up with baby/toddler Thirteen, or how she got the nickname Thirteen in this au (I’ll figure that out later, lol) but here are some other hcs I’ve been thinking about:

I’m kind of imagining House with his adopted toddler daughter on his hip when he bails Wilson out of jail in New Orleans in 1991 and it’s making me laugh way too much

Wilson thinks Thirteen’s legal, actual name on her birth certificate is “Thirteen” for MONTHS after he meets her. House lets him believe it because he thinks it’s funny.

Thirteen solely calls Wilson “Wilson” because of House, and is shocked and betrayed when she finds out his “real name” is James/Jimmy. She is angry at Wilson for several days after this discovery.

Wilson thinks she’s cute (and thinks it’s hot that House is a single dad), but is super awkward around her at first. House loves seeing him flounder and so he eggs Thirteen on to “ask Wilson to play”, etc.

House brings baby/toddler Thirteen to work all the time. He says it’s because he doesn’t want to pay for outside childcare but Cuddy knows it’s because he’s attached to the kid and loves her a lot. She hangs out with him in his office, with Cuddy (“Miss Lisa” or “Aunt Lisa” maybe? Although no one knows how she started calling Cuddy that, because House only ever calls her Cuddy), with the nurses on their breaks (they adore her), or with the other kids her age in the daycare the hospital has for their employees.

Cuddy insists on calling her “Remy” so that Thirteen knows her “real name”, but no matter how much Cuddy tries, she still only responds to Thirteen

House bouncing diagnosis ideas off of bby/toddler Thirteen and eventually landing on the right one via an epiphany he had because of her.

[osatokun]

Tell us more about Glinda!

the original one, not the tiefling one?

She is an npc in the vampire the masquerade ttrpg chronicle I'm playing with my friends. I play that chubby sweet vampire man.

I put the story under the cut, as it's pretty dark

She is a changeling form the House Balor. Once she was a queen of the changelings of the New Orleans, back in 90s. She was so strong that she even created a wildly strong chimerical creature, a Dragon, who, ofcourse, could take a human form. Glinda always had prophetic dreams and she knew that soon her changeling people will extinct, the era of wonder will be over. Should I mention, that changeling soul wakes up early in kids, and closer to 20-25 years it usually goes back to sleep, resting inside human body unless that human dies. The human doesn't remember they were a fae creature once.

So, the young teen Glinda was talked into the apocalypse. Pentex or nephandi (both?) talked her into giving birth to a changeling-spirit creature, that will destroy big part of the world, but the other half survives and start believing in wonders again, giving strenght to changelings. This way changelings could survive.

Could they make it differently? Ofcourse they could. But they didn't miss on a chance to rape a teen and destroy her child's soul. Plus, the time was right, the Eye of Balor appeared in the sky (or the Red Star, as vampires named it). But the other changeling House, house Beaumayn, who also known to be seers, riot and freed her chimera. The Dragon burned (by that time pregnant) Glinda in chimerical flame, which had to kill her changeling soul and her spirit-child. But the spirit survived and ran away into the depths of the Umbra, and Glinda's changeling soul fell asleep. The connection with this spirit creature helped her changeling part to survive.

Beaumayns took the lead of the changelings of the city, "imprisoned" Glinda and made the Dragon her jailer. For regular people it looked like a marriage(it sounds funny when I word it this way) .The Dragon, Gregory Dequir in human form, did his best to make Glinda feel like she is nothing, a zero, not even a person and tried to control her every step. Time passed, changelings woke up and fell back asleep, and pretty soon Dragon was the only one who remembered this story and had a good chance to shape it however he wanted. Everyone hated her, a lot respected him, but no one knew the reason she made this choice, no one even knew what exactly she made. (Gregory, also known as Dragon)

But despite everything she grew up into a very kind loving person. 20 years passed. She became an art teacher, always caring about her students and protecting them, just as she did when she was a queen. She kept her courage too, and now and then tried to sneak from the Dragon. Even tho she had no personal budget, even tho he tried to control all her contacts, she found ways for sneaking from time to time. Should I say, that's how she met Charlie, who was looking for changelings at this point and..at the same time was hungry and horny ?

They met in the art gallery. Quickly she lured him in a more private place ( don't laugh, it was the rest room).She needed to be quick while Dragon wasn't around. Charlie never bit her, no. He ended up fighting frenzy and crying, trying to ignore his visions. He got scared by the big, never healing scar on her chest. There is nothing he can do about it, he just can't feed on people who has skin problems, its one of his core mental issues that can't be healed. But still he didn't want to upset her too much so he didn't ran away screaming, he put all his fading strength just to cry like a little child. She tried to calm him, but when he started to say that he feels sorry for her, the wound looks so bad it must be really painful (etc etc) it hit her pride and she walked away.

Charlie however tried to figure who she is, what she is. He tried to find a changeling who asked him for help, but poor vampire didn't know how exactly this changeling looks like. So he made a thing that he makes very rare - he looked into her soul to learn her true self. And he fell in love, insanely, in that very moment, as he never seen anyone more brave, more beautiful , just like a little brave robin with her burnt mark over her heart, she fought the horrific Dragon.

I won't bore you with the year long story of the gaming sessions. In short, he found the way to return memory to Glinda and the younger changeling (the one who asked for help, Monica). It requires to go to the umbra and survive in Arcadia's wood, but no matter, he did it.

Other noble changelings seemed to look for the way to get rid of the Dragon without doing it themselves. Dragon had too much power, both physical and social, and he became (or always were) the banal chimera so he hurt changelings just by existing near them. So the conflict of the chimera and the vampire, who seemed to be too stupid to retreat, attracted their attention. Charlie ended up fighting the Dragon on the changeling court, and the king of the house forces another very old vampire to give my dude a sword. That sword contained a demon(which ofcourse Charlie didn't know) and, when Charlie was one hit from gis final death, he made a contract with the creature from the sword. One hour and ten minutes inside his body, for the feath of the Dragon and Dragon only. Charlie knew it was a horrible idea, but couldn't stand the idea of Glinda's death, Monica's death and his firend's, Veronica's death. So the demon turned dragon into a regular human being, this way killing the Dragon and making him a regular mortal, and used vampire's body to run away. Oh, the swords keeper aka demons jailer wasn't happy at all..but Charlie deserved all what he got.

Anyway, lets get back to Glinda. After the death of the Dragon, the jailer, Glinda was free ( so do Gregory). He divorced her and she could start her new life. Charlie gave her the healing that restored broken connections of her changeling soul and ran straight into the Umbra, to restore her memory. Monica and her friends (a werewolf, a ghost, a changeling-satyr and chimera) followed her a day after. Time works differently in Umbra, so Glinda spent a whole month here, the kids spent a week or so. They met to that spirit face to face, they fought, and they escaped. Glinda even managed to steal the symbol of her connection to the spirit, a Golden Chalice. All that time Charlie waited near the portal-painting for their return.

A couple days after Charlie and Glinda stared to date. She told him her story, he told her his, and also shared his true name to show his feelings for her. They quickly moved together and shared bits of their curses: Charlie took a bit if the spirit curse, she took a little bit of his demonic one. And finally, they got married. There are still incredible amount of dangers, the mummy is trying to get their (kinda now adopted) daughter Monica, the spirit getting closer and closer to the surface, Charlie's demon is still walking the earth and, ofcourse, vampiric community isn't happy with changelings at all ( I don't think changelings thinks positively about Charlie too).But they have their little family, their smol house, they even managed to create a new chimerical cat together, they are determined to survive and win. (curse sharing was a pretty sweet scene they both sung a song and put bits of their powers into small bat pins)

They even got the True Love merit!

Edit:

In the end, they worked with the occult council of the city ( vampires, werewolves and mages were there) to slay Glinda's spir. Charlie made a deal with a local settite leader Manon asking to help out with Glinda's ritual in return. Council succeed but flooded the city (not too badly, but still 😔). And Charlie's demon was trapped by other much more powerful vampires and he did his best to resist demon till the end.

Now happily married couple is traveling together, looking for the new deadly adventures x)

[muffy-official]

I haven't fully developed Gabbys parents and I feel ashamed aaa

Her mother is Joanna Kamiński, Henrys sweet Joanna

Her father is Henry Theodore Garland(fine with being called both names, he's used to that)

Haven't really thought of their full looks nor designs yet, might try to develop that

I had ideas for further lore:

I lowkey forget names I have written down tbh

But her dad mayhaps worked at a newspaper office for a while

Unhappy with the censoring that happened there

Eventually stumbling upon a cleaning lady who seemed to never want to speak, being Gabs future mother

From using gestures he tried to speak for her until her English got better, shielding her from possible discrimination and eventually it clicked between the two

Him perhaps even quitting his old job to pursue journalism as a job rather than a hobby, with her mom she maybe waited a bit or went for simple jobs when she felt the employers were somewhat immigrant friendly

Eventually deciding they wanted a child together

Being nervous, but loving first time parents, probably that's why Babri was so sour when seeing a 6yo Gabby run to her worrying sick father. She had what he never got.

Joanna was also aware of the dangers Henrys job might bring and Henry himself feels awful about said dangers that could happen when he isn't careful

Even if they were loving, they grew more protective over eachother and especially their child due to Henrys semi freelance journalism he's been conducting on Murkoff and hoping, praying even the mob family that did caught up a journalist was here in New Orleans undercover in 46 won't find his families location in Colorado. Unaware it's Murkoff that will take both him and Joanna forcefully from their home in 1950 while Gabby was away. Henry getting beaten unconscious by masked men in the process while Joanna was injected with a anesthetic as she was about to hit one of the many men with a bust she picked up from a little table. The house was left in a mess, somehow nobody caught wind of what happened or perhaps people were forced to look away who knows...

Henrys love language to Joanna was trying to find polish vinyls they could listen and dance to together. Even learning words, backing her up and always being there for her. He loves her dearly, he loves his child, she loves her child. Helping her around the house and with the baby as much as he could, comforting Joanna when news struck that part if not most of their family has been captured, killed or gotten in trouble in Poland. Just unfortunate that Murkoff took them. Even if they didn't, the alternative wouldn't be any better.. who knows what Salvatore Barbi would've done to or with Joanna and little Gabby if he did get his hands on Henry himself if he ever discovered their house in Colorado one way or another.

Henry also has a birthmark under his right eye, Joanna on the lower left corner of her mouth which Gabby ends up having both visible on her face

Henry also tried to avoid serving as much as he could. He couldn't handle thinking about how Joanna feels or leaving their not yet born daughter without a father

Henrys father, Albert hated that his son fell in love and slept with a Polish immigrant, being in that hateful mindset. He decided to just not allow his father to show up ever again, not even to Gabbys birthdays. The kid was only at his place a few times when her grandma Mary Ann was still alive, which she was a sweet woman, embarrassed of her husbands hateful views, but would feel guilty leaving his son behind like this.

Gabby as a child was a very alive and happy little girl, kinda reminding me of Bioshocks little sisters

Even though she still had to deal with mean things due to her hair colour and generally acting a bit different than other kids around her and be careful to not make it shown her mother's a immigrant

Listening to her dads rules to not trust most suited men upfront that may be trying talking to her etc

Her mother telling her to stay away from cops. There was one instance where a 3yo Gabby quietly wandered off from her mother, almost leaving the store as she saw something colourful outside that peaked the toddlers interest, her path getting blocked by a police officer who looked at the child and asked where her parents are, but before he could take further action her mother quickly picked her up seeing this, pointed at herself and left, leaving the man quite confused. Joanna doesn't like speaking in public due to her accent.

And what messes with her years since the disappearance her parents happened is that she eventually accepted they're probably dead, but something feels off about this. Something feels like they may be still here, but she doesn't know where or its just her still staying in denial, not wanting to believe if they're truly long gone.

Ngl I do hope this makes at least some sense and I also hope it's interesting and not bad to read

Update: tried to do a idea sketch for Joanna, not sure if this is the one

It's kinda hard to design parents that resemble their child enough

[badcard]

basic husk rundown. this isn't flowery or anything it's all just true

husk's human name was ambrose devayne, SPECIFICALLY DeVayne and he gets mad if it isnt spelled like that

his family are from louisiana (where he grew up) i do not care what canon has to say.

he grew up in new orleans jazz halls, studied the smoky glitz of it all in complete awe. learned to play saxophone and generally made himself a nuisance around the seedier clubs and bars as a kid, giving people lip and learning card tricks

he was ENCHANTED by street performers, the way they could make him stop dead in his tracks with a well placed word, the personal nature of it. he got in trouble for capering around with them instead of helping around the house

very used to noise and rambunction. it's why he can tune out the general ruckus of the hotel so easily

while he wasn't particularly religious in life, his parents were, and he learned a lot about both voudou and catholicism from them

he moved to las vegas with nothing but a flatcap and a dream stopped by hot springs, arkansas on his way. did he know al capone? why don't you mind your own business.

has been dodging al capone in hell this whole time bc he beat him at poker and rinsed him

he is a LIAR and a CHEAT and SELFISH. he's also very very good at calling bluffs, reading faces, seeing through bullshit. his intuition's always been a bit spooky even before it was enhanced in death

it's around his late 20s/early 30s that he starts his travelling, picking up money however he can - street performing or performing in clubs and bars (he plays saxophone and sings as well as his magic tricks), he's shined a good few shoes in his time, drove a cab around london for a while, tended bar in spain, helped out at food stalls in japan, in order to travel for free he'd help out on boats, etc etc

literally never one time been in a serious relationship. had (many) flings here and there because he is after all an opportunist

lost touch with his mother when he started to lose money. he was waking up drunk and broke and unable to write her back, and he just kept putting it off - once i win x, once i clean up, once i settle down. and it just never happened.

he has a sister!! couple years younger than him, was his main connection to home because he wrote her for a few more years than his mother (he lied to her in his letters so she wouldn't worry). stopped writing her eventually. she died around 5 years before he did in a hurricane back home. it was kind of the last straw.

he's fully 56 we had this conversation he told me to my face. look at him. idk where this nonsense about him being 70-something came from and frankly it angers me

he won his status as an overlord, much like he later lost it. it got a bit shaky for a while - he had so much power over swindling, making bets, securing deals, which is basically an overlord's whole thing. i'd actually call power yet another one of his addictions but are we as a society ready for that conversation

overlord husk was insane. there's a sniper at my window rn bc if i talk about it too much itll be too good and clever

he didnt like val when he was an overlord either. seriously fuck that guy enemies (one sided) and it's been that way since the day he died

his va is black, he is black, end of story

[practically-an-x-man]

For the childhood asks: 2, 3, and 18 for Nikoletta please!

Thank you!

OC Asks: Childhood Edition

2. Where did your muse grow up? What was their home like? Did they like where they grew up?

She grew up in New Orleans, and spent most of her childhood hovering right around the poverty line. Her father tried to keep their home as stable as he could - food on the table, keeping her in school, etc. - but there were still some rough patches from time to time. Nikoletta didn't exactly like it (it's tough being the only kid in school without new clothes, always having to borrow lunch from friends bc her dad couldn't afford groceries this week, all of that), but she knew her dad was doing his best and tried to be grateful for that. She loved her dad, and it was just the two of them, so she tried to help him in whatever ways she could.

3. What did your muse's family look like? Parents, grandparents? Big or small? Who was around the house when your muse was a kid?

Kinda alluded to this in the last answer, but she was raised by a single father and had no siblings. Her mother left the picture when Nikoletta was still an infant, shortly after she'd been weaned onto solid foods. She never gave a reason for disappearing, but it was likely a combination of 1. financial fear related to the increased resources, now that baby Nikki was eating more and 2. the "novelty" of a cute new baby wearing off, and getting spooked about the years of responsibility and hardship that were ahead of her. The reasons don't really matter: her mother left the picture, and her dad did the best he could.

Her dad did date here and there, and Nikoletta remembers a few of his girlfriends at various points in her childhood. They were by and large good people (though a couple of them were oddly pushy about being her "new mom", which was weird), but her dad never ended up tying the knot with any of them. He did also have a group of close friends that often hung around the house, for dinners and football games and whatever else.

18. What's one thing that instantly transports your muse back to their childhood? Why?

Pasta with red sauce. It's cheap and easy, and there were periods of her childhood where that was all she ate for a week straight because it was all her dad could afford. As an adult, she can't quite place how she feels about it, but it definitely reminds her of her childhood.

[mooifyourecows]

What food do y’all have in good ol’ ‘Mercia?

all of it

honestly though it depends on where you are. America is a big immigrant country, with people from all over the world bringing their authentic food with them. if you're in a big city with a big variety of people (Chicago, NYC, LA, etc), you can pretty much find ANY kind of cuisine possible. If youre touring around Chicago and suddenly think "MAN i could really go for some moi moi rn..." you're in luck! you can easily find a nigerian restaurant to meet your needs no problemo!

now if you're in a small, podunk one stoplight town, variety is a lot harder to find. You WILL almost always have Mexican food as an option though. Good mexican food too. made by actual mexicans. i've been to a lot of mexican restaurants here in America on account of it is my favorite and I've never encountered one owned or operated by non mexicans. other than like... fast food like taco bell and such. white people mexican restaurants don't last long because they have to compete with authentic deliciousness and that's just not possible (obviously this is just my personal experience and i have not been to EVERY town in america so i'm sure there are some exceptions)

Different parts of the country have different popular foods. In coastal states you'll find a lot of seafood, naturally. Maine is rollin in lobster (joke about lobster rolls), and you'll find several different types of BBQ, from Texas to Kansas City to Memphis to a backyard near you 🫵. Southern Soul Food is one of my faves, what with the jambalaya and the gumbo and the corn bread and mac and cheese and so on and so forth, deliciously 🤤 (i swear if i ever make it to New Orleans one of these days, i'm not going home without gaining at least 50lbs)

We have a big pizza culture here and you can find different pizza types all over the country. There's some debate about which pizza is the BEST pizza, mainly with Chicago deep dish and NYC style in a neverending battle of butting heads. (personally i'm just happy to get any pizza so i can't say who is better)

Then there's the stuff like Philly Cheese steak, the Reuben, pies (so many pies, but namely apple and pumpkin are the big ones), New England Clam Chowder, buckeyes, cheese curds, tex-mex, etc.

Diners are kinda the backbone of American eating, if you ask me, because you're destined to find diners everywhere. they're comforting, they're familiar, they have big menus, and they're within budget. Diners usually serve breakfast all day too, so you can swing in late in the evening (or even in the middle of the night) and order a big plate of chicken and waffles and a warm slice of apple pie à la mode any damn time you want!

I hear non americans are always baffled by biscuits and gravy, because it definitely doesn't LOOK appetizing but it's SO good. country gravy with a spicy sausage on fresh, flaky biscuits? Yall i'm gettin hungry just thinking about it. that was the meal i ate, hungover, after my 21st birthday, and i didn't regret a single bite mmMMm

i also hear that non americans don't eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches but those are a big part of American culture, especially when you're a kid. aint nothin hit harder at lunchtime than takin a big ol bite of a gooey pb&j and chasin it with ice cold milk

Thanksgiving dinners are also iconically American food culture. gettin 20 of your family members together in one house, cookin a big ass turkey and serving it with a plethora of homestyle sides like stuffing, cranberry sauce, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, yams, mac and cheese, buttERNUT SQUASH, ACORN SQUASH, PUMPKIN PIE OH MAN OH MY i think i need to eat something before i gnaw through my arm

there's great native food too! frybread and succotash and what not. corn is a big thing for the indigenous people here and they popularized a lot of uses for it. I unfortunately haven't had a lot of it so i can't really speak on what's great and all, but if you just look up Native American food, you will see corn's influence lol

and OF COURSE we got the hamburgers and hot dogs. i know that fast food joints like mcdonalds have spread everywhere these days like a blight on the earth, but they're like... gas station burgers in comparison to the good stuff you can get. same with hotdogs. like i know that you can buy hotdogs from the store in a lot of places (for some reason in jars of liquid in the UK, i learned recently, which is..... fun) but they're not the same as getting a delicious hotdog with the works at a baseball game, you know? it's not the SAME. there's so much variety with what you can do with burgers and hotdogs! and Americans love to grill. it's pretty normal for households to have a grill they bust out every summer for backyard BBQs and cookouts.

anyway, i can't really tell you more about specific foods only in america because i genuinely don't know which foods here haven't either been brought over from somewhere else or have breached containment and gone off to other countries. i sometimes see restaurants in other countries have a "USA style" food and it seems to almost always be the most comically disgusting thing i've ever seen. (like pizza with fries and hot dogs as toppings lmaoooo)(ngl tho, i'd try it)

if anybody has some iconic American food to mention, feel free to do so! 👀

[strawberryxmagic]

[ lucy hale | she/her ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome HAVEN KENNER to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 21 year old WITCH/WOLF HYBRID, who is one of the SURVIVORS but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be STUBBORN, but that’s all a façade to cover up their HARD WORKING nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART by TAYLOR SWIFT, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world.

&. BASICS 

Full Name: haven briar kenner

Nicknames: tbd

Age: 21 

Sexuality: pansexual

Date of Birth:

Gender & Species: female / witch-werewolf hybrid

Current Location: new orleans

&. MORE BASIC INFO

Languages: english, french

Education: going to college part time

Occupation: works at a bookshop

Drinks, Smokes, & Drugs: none

&. PERSONALITY

Zodiac Sign:

Bad Habits: overworking herself

Hobbies: reding, writing,

Fears: disappointing her family

Five Positive Traits: amiable, bright, creative, kind, sympathetic

Five Negative Traits: stubborn, denfensive, impulsive, shy, intense

&. BIOGRAPHY

classic overacheiver

super close with her mom and siblings.

is always trying to take care of everyone else but herself

she's not always the most understanding after putting so many things on her plate but she will listen and give you hugs when you need it

she loves reading and writing stories. it's the only thing that has kept her functioning

as a kid, haven was kind of the best of both worlds between her brother and sister. she was not as reserved as her brother but not quite as independent as her sister.

she always admired that her brother would try his best to take care of them in his own way. she was naturally a caring person who wanted the people she cared about most to be alright. to be happy. gradually, she put herself to the side and focused more on making sure her sister, her mom, and even the brother dedicated to taking care of her was alright. even if it wasn't big things, she would always make sure they were good.

even with her mild mannered and kind nature, haven definitely had a temper simmering beneath the surface. she was more passive aggressive when she got mad. but when it came to her family, she could be every bit the belligerent werewolf her sister could. her rage was just more contained, more in the shadows.

during high school, haven focused more on her future. on being able to take care of the people cared about most. she joined clubs, she took ap classes, she did everything she could for her future college applications. she planned on going to best college she could get and get a career that could take care of her family.

after high school, haven initially went away to college. she struggled, always worried about her family and if they were doing alright. after her first year and many panic attacks later, she transferred to a university back in louisiana where she was only a drive away.

when haven found out that both her siblings had disappeared, she didn't quite handle that well either. but she shoved all that aside to focus on her mother. she knew that tara would be even worse off than she was. they were all her children after all. haven transferred once again, but this time to an online university. she was determined to make sure her mom was alright. she found herself a job ( or two ) and focused all her energy on keeping what was left of her family sane and functional, herself be darned.

when her siblings appeared again after being trapped in a prison world, haven spread her energies to making sure that they were sane and functional. she would make sure they remembered to eat, what their schedules were, make sure the house was clean, etc.

after the gala, she is a nuerotic mess, requiring her mom and siblings to keep in touch so she can make sure that they haven't disappeared again.

(i’ll add more or edit this later!

[heliza24]

A Roundup Post (Of all my fanworks for easy reference!)

All of my fic is on AO3 here! There's stuff for IwtV, Young Royals, and a bunch of other fandoms there.

Interview with the Vampire

Meta

Daniel and disability and the way the show deals with eugenics

Daniel, Armand, and Keats???

Armand thoughts: Before season 2, after episode 2.1, hair and costume stuff

Armand and Unbreakable Cycles (ep 2.3)

Louis, Armand, Visual Art, and Vulnerability (ep 2.4)

Thoughts about domesticity, carework, and the American dream in episode 2.5

No Children, etc in Ep 2.6

Holocaust Imagery in the Trial (ep 2.7)

Armand and Unbreakable Cycles, Again (ep 2.8)

Complicated thoughts on Daniel's turning and disability

Cosplay

Lestat (Leyendecker robe): Part 1 and Part 2 (at Lestat's house in New Orleans!)

1970s Daniel Molloy

Eglee

Young Royals:

Meta:

Radical Acceptance and Simon's Arc in Season 2

Analyzing the sex scenes in Young Royals (using cinematic language!)- Part 1

Analyzing the sex scenes in Young Royals (using cinematic language!)- Part 2

On the cinematography of season 2

Let's talk about the music in Young Royals! (Part 1)

Let's talk about the music in Young Royals (Part 2)

Analyzing the Lucia intimacy scene

Analyzing the Simon/Marcus intimacy scene

Analyzing Marcus Part 1 (Via class and personal experience)

Analyzing Marcus Part 2 (Via heteronormativity and race)

Analyzing Marcus Part 3, or a lesson in dramatic writing

Simon's trauma and Wilhelm and Sara as co-protagonists

On Felice, or the Lack Thereof, in Season 2

The Radical Act of Quitting (and Wilhelm)

Wilhelm Closing the Curtains

Simon Doesn't Repress His Emotions, Actually

Shakespeare Comparisons: Young Royals and the Henriad

Wilhelm and Sara as A Plot and B Plot Protagonists repost

Wilhelm, The Look (™), and Endings

Wilhelm's Journey of Radical Forgiveness in Season 3

Wilhelm and Sara parallels in season 3

Vids:

Wilhelm- Be Safe Be Good- Ride the Cyclone

Erik/Wilhelm/Simon (and what it takes to break a cycle) - Man - quinnie

Dimension 20

Meta:

Various thoughts on A Court of Fey and Flowers

Character arcs and Themes in The Seven

FHJY: Eps 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10, 11 and Kristen/Cassandra

Being a physically disabled D20 fan breaks my heart sometimes and Lydia and disability rep and Dropout and general accessibility

Cosplay:

Imelda Pulse from Mentopolis

The Bad Kids from Fantasy High

Andhera and Binx from A Court of Fey and Flowers

[thepropertylovers]

Downtown Triple Date Night

Every once in a while, the planets and stars align such that it allows us to have a night out, sans kids. It seems to be happening a lot more lately than it used to, which is a testament to our amazing friends and family who step in and help us out when we need them to. I can’t tell you why we never really asked for much help with the kids for the first few years? Was it because they were so little and we wanted to be with them 24/7 since they were still in the very early learning stages? I just remember we always felt like we had to do everything back then, and we were constantly juggling so much.

Now that our kids are a little older, we gladly let them go with their aunt to vacation bible school or spend the night at mammaw’s.

Such was the case last night. VBS is every night this week, so their aunt came by around 5:30 to take them to church for a few hours. We love this time they get with her because she is so wonderful and the kids adore her, and it always gives us a few hours to pick up the house, get some work done, etc.

Just as they were pulling away, Matt and Beau and their moms pulled in. Their moms are in town from New Orleans and last night was their last night in town, so we wanted to make sure and see them before they left. They are absolutely precious and such sweet, caring and hilarious women. I couldn’t let them leave Tennessee without squeezing their necks.

We did our hair and sprayed some cologne and made the short drive downtown to eat at our favorite local Italian restaurant. The sun was bright and warm, casting an orange, hazy glow over the entire place. The conversation was light but meaningful, and kept us laughing the entire night.

And the food!!! We all shared appetizers and then I got tortellini and bread pudding for dessert. 10/10. No notes.

I don’t want to imagine a life without these friends in this town on nights like this.

xoxoxoxo

[orleans-jester]

For everyone in the family, Thomas has made little necklaces, using wood from Lothlorien. He hand-carved their names into it in the Elven language, even sending some off to Peru to be with Dale and the Trouillefous. He worked hard on them, trying to get it just right.

For Valerie and Scout, he makes them both their own blends of tea in skeleton tins with their names on them. Valerie’s is Black Tea, with Raspberry and Blackberry and little cornflower petals for color, like Thomas’s eyes. Scout’s is a Black Tea, with vanilla, dewy cherry and passionfruit with raspberry seeds to show off her uniqueness.

For Valerie, he has a portion of a map cut out and put into a frame. There’s a red thread from London to New Orleans, showing that no matter where they came from, they were meant to be together.

As well for Valerie, a first edition copy of 10,000 Leagues Under the Sea, to combine their love of underwater depths and reading.

For Bastien, he sent over a case of small tools, meant for detail work on the horses, if they ever return to New Orleans. Or if he starts fresh wherever they end up.

 For Scout, he made a costume trunk, made from the wood of Lothlorien, with little gothic accents because he adores her dark side.

For Maddy, he sends over a book that was Paris-centric. He read the back and sort of gave it a shrug. It was a last minute thing. She’s a family friend but Bastien was easier to shop for, given their talk of tools.

Chip and Dale, Thomas would gift with a bottle of James May’s Gin, and Jeremy Clarkson’s Hawkstone Vodka.

His grandkids are each going to get Godzilla plushies.

And then there was going to be the vehicle for Chip, and the land that they were acquiring for them, and the promise of help to put their houses together on the land. Make it all happen. The next chapter of their lives in this country. He’d also offer to figure out all of the immigration stuff if they so desired, staying on top of it, if they wanted to branch out of it, get into business, etc.

For his new kids, he did indeed get little journals with their names embossed on the cover so that he could write down everything, the story of the triplets.

[thetjbailey]

Theo James Bailey intro

About Theo James

Full Name: Theodore James Bailey 

Faceclaim: Kendrick Sampson

Pronouns/Gender: He/him / Male

Age & Birthday: 31 years old,  29th of July, 1993

Birth Place: New Orleans, Louisiana

How long have they been in town?: Two months

Living Situation (Find a list of places to live here.): Lives with his father in a 3 bedroom home in Grand Marquis 

Occupation: Works as a baker at Blissful Bites 

Family (Siblings, significant others, children, etc. (Please give us birthdays or birth years for any children!): Teddy Bailey(father) 

BIOGRAPHY

Theodore James, known as TJ or Theo, grew up in a full house with two older siblings and his parents. He was a playful kid, the type who loved to joke around and pull pranks just to make his family laugh. He was curious about life and loved to try new things, from food to sports to entertainment. He quickly became known as the kid who never said no. Also in the sense that he loved helping out around the house just if it made his parents happy. At school he was the jokester who appeared to be unable to take anything serious unless forced to. All around a bubbly boy. But when his mom left the family after their move from New Orleans to New Bellevoux, TJ changed. He was just nine years old, but he turned into an angry kid with too many emotions. First he was punching other kids at school, disrupting class and spending most afternoons in detention. Then he began hanging around the older boys who were known as the troublemakers, doing tasks for them. And with the hormones slowly coming on, that meant he more often than not lost himself to his emotions and left impulse control behind. Slowly but surely, he became one of the troublemakers himself. Suddenly he was smoking and snorting substances no one, certainly no teenager should consume, drinking too much and owning a gun. Despite the fact that he played on the football team and ran on the track team at school, he quit it all when he turned eighteen. He began running with a small but criminally involved local gang. Everyone knew they were trouble, and it was hard on TJ’s family. They tried to help him steer towards a safer, better path. But he would not hear of it. His friends were too important to him, or his reputation, or the money he made from it all. 

At 24 years old, TJ was arrested and then prosecuted for owning an illegal firearm and drug possession. The former he pleaded guilty to, but not the latter. He had always been careful, but somehow the police had found heroin in the trunk of his car. And he was faced with a difficult choice, rat out his friends and paint a target on his back when he was sent to prison, or keep his mouth shut. Theo opted for the second, knowing that he could also put his family at risk if he cooperated with the police should his boss and so called friends not be able to punish him behind bars. He was sentenced to five years, as the judge saw more of his skin color than the details of his case and decided he was too dangerous to let out too soon. 

TJ served his five years in Louisiana State Penitentiary, and was released two months ago. Owning nothing to his name, with no higher education or job experience, he moved back in with his dad and has started working at the family bakery as a baker. He was always a great cook and loved to use his grandmother's recipes in the kitchen, so it's something he actually does enjoy. For the moment he is trying to rediscover himself as a free man. His years inside were harsh and has left him with scars, but he is hopeful that now that he has served his debt to society, he can start to build more of a life for himself close to his family. His dad and siblings mean everything to him and Theo feels like he has a lot of making up to do. He wants to show them he can be a better man deserving of their love and others. 

Headcannons

TJ is an avid whistler, and will pretty much whistle whenever he is bored or doing something physical or even walking down the street 

He read a lot in prison, and became quite taken with american classics. But also he secretly loves reading romance novels 

He is very scared that he will end up miserable and alone, while also fearing commitment because he still struggles with self worth after his mother left the family, and him behind. He’s scared that opening his heart to someone else will mean they could leave him and break his heart too. 

While his go to defense used to be humor, he is working on being as honest as he can be 

He struggles with PTSD after prison and is prone to vivid nightmares of his most difficult times there, or just dreaming that he is back behind bars

Tj works out out of routine, as he did work out a lot in his cell or the yard in prison, this includes running as well as floorwork 

He will do anything for his family, but he often wonders if it wouldn’t be better for them all if he skipped town and disappeared. He knows that as an ex con he is on a lot of peoples radar and that coming back home means taking that with him around his family. At the same time, he does not want to wind up dying on the streets before he has lived half his life. 

He will help anyone out if needed, wanting to be seen as a good neighbor, good son and good citizen 

Connections Platonic

Goofy friends 

Psudo sibling friends 

Good influence 

Frenemies 

Childhood friends 

Romantic

FWBs 

Ex from high school 

Hook ups 

Someone’s future baby daddy (?)

[allovertheworldblog]

All Aboard!, for all points West

I boarded the Sunset Limited train service, New Orleans to Los Angeles, on Monday 21st March 2011.

I knew the journey would take 2 days to take me the from the Gulf of Mexico to the Pacific Ocean.

I was looking forward to it. 

I had a reclining chair to sleep in, a fold out bed in a ‘roomette’ would have been about $500 extra.

During the day there was an observation car,

a dining car and a snack car to entertain the passengers and keep us occupied. 

It turned out to be an interesting experience if not a wholly relaxing one, given the somewhat confined nature of the train.

The trip was a couple of hours short of 2 days and five miles short of 2,000.

At 11.55 we set off from Union Station in New Orleans headed for Union Station in Los Angeles.

The trip would take across the southern belly of the United States, into Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and finally California.

As we leave New Orleans we climb high to get over the mighty Mississippi river. 

Announcements are made intermittently over the tannoy system. The usual kind of stuff, about the train, services available.

Most of the announcements are made at a reasonable level. The exception is Monika, the dining car attendant, who feels the need to almost shout over the tannoy.

She tells us that she’s taking reservations for dinner, breakfast, lunch etc.

She tells us that the service for such and such a time is available now in the dining car.

Each time she feels the need to almost shout the announcement.

In the afternoon we make a stop at New Iberia to let some passengers off.

A different voice comes over the tannoy, a man’s voice.

He isn’t shouty like Monika.

He says something in a low almost inaudible voice, before we pull off he says what sounds like 'eyeball Suzie’. Whatever can it mean?

A grizzled old Texan lady who has seen too much sun in her long life jokes with her friends that she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to sleep tonight because she won’t have the noise of the New Orleans trollies outside her window.

Before 18.00 the conductor comes over the tannoy and tells us that we’re crossing the Sabeen River and that we’re entering Texas.

We’ll be travelling across Texas for 24 hours, until we cross the Rio Grande.

Different times of the day afford different views, maybe a change in light, a change in landscape, different types of clouds.

Low fluffy clouds move quickly across the sky.

Higher up ones are more pulled out and stretched.

Then there are some dotted, dappled and even pointilistic ones.

The part of Texas we go through first off is pretty green. I guess it must be parched as hell in summertime. We pass some timber houses, some on stilts.

We go past China, Texas, where there are a couple of cows chewing the cud.

A big old evening sun signals the end of the day. 

The following days brings more of the same. The landscape has changed a bit though, it’s more parched. 

The conductor tells us about one of the places that we’re passing by. The town of Sanderson, where the Amtrak station closed 13 years ago, that doesn’t have a grocery store any more.

The nearest grocery store is 67 miles away.

The inhabitants call it 'paradise’ he tells us.

In the west Texas town of El Paso we come come parallel to the border with Mexico.

The houses in Mexico are so close to the border that we can almost see what’s on their dinner table.

In the middle of nowhere a man in jeans, white shirt and stetson is standing at a fence with 2 kids.

The guy looks like the Marlboro Man, a cowboy and a country singer all rolled into one. 

There could be more people on the train that the kids are waving at than they’d see in a week, a year even. 

We went past some real small places, places that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, places where the train doesn’t even stop any more.

Some volunteers from the National Park Service come on board to tell us about the flora and fauna of the state. 

We pull into Union Station in Los Angeles ahead of schedule at 08.15 on the 23rd March.

[limoteethw]

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[infictionalwonderland]

characters from the originals with s/n pregnant

TVDU characters with a pregnant s/o !

warnings : pregnancy 😦, um babies & birth, swearing, blood & death etc

characters included : klaus, elijah, rebekah, kol, freya, hayley, marcel

nik —

( im gonna go with after hopes born. )

he’s actually really nervous

bc he wasn’t a very... caring ‘partner’ durning hayleys pregnancy with hope, at least early on

he was more enamoured with the idea of claiming new orleans as his own again

but this time round he’s determined to be a good father throughout the entirety of your pregnancy & ur childs life after that

secretly reads up on books of ‘how to treat your pregnant wife’

buys all of the things online which he’s heard help— for example the pregnancy pillows, vitamins, a yoga ball.

will go get you anything you’re craving even if it’s three in the morning<3

very cautious about practically... everything

so so so much more overprotective

prefers if you stay within his reach at all times thanks :)

lets you pick out everything baby name related if you want, he just wants a healthy baby

but if you want his input then obviously he’ll give it to you!

prepares a nursery for your child when you’re like.. barely even pregnant

decorates it with his own paintings!!

there’s this own wolf painting you claimed you adored so he did a less terrifying version and put it in your child’s room <3

squeeze his hand as much as you want during labour— literally break it, this man does not care

whatever helps with your pain .

elijah <33 —

instantly so much more protective of you

bc he didn’t think the chance to be a father would ever arise but here we are

his little miracle <3

whenever anyone stands too close to you, immediately pulls you behind him

anyone causes you discomfort, give him their names and they’re dead

so many baby books

the both of you read them together :)

makes sure you take all the necessary vitamins and don’t take anything that you’re not supposed to

whenever you’re cuddling his hands are instantly caressing your belly!

he talks to your belly sometimes and always finishes whatever he was saying off with a kiss to your belly

a lot more touchy

( in a non sexual sense )

he’s also even more of mother hen to the point were it can sometimes get annoying.

but it’s all done with nothing but good intentions <3

constant compliments!!

‘you’re glowing elskan.’

‘you look simply radiant’

‘i am the luckiest man on this earth to be able to hold an angel like yourself in my arms and call you mine’

when the birth finally approaches he tries to make sure you’re as comfortable as you can be

scream insults at him and crush his hand in a death grip if that helps

as long as you’re happy 🤍

rebekah —

( in this world, both vampires & gay couples can have biological kids 😁 )

omg she’s happy

like you don’t understand

when you tell her, her smile is so wide her cheeks ache immediately and tears are falling from her eyes as she hugs you and spins you around gleefully

does not let you out of her sight

if someone so much as touches you in a less than friendly way... her: 🧛‍♀️ them: 🪦

always softly touching your stomach and softly talking about her day

and how much she loves both of you, how you’re both her miracles

unless it’s someone she trusts— she will snarl at anyone who lays a hand on you

baby shopping!!

something she was very excited for

and she practically brought out all of the few stores which the both of you visited

your child’s nursery in the house and rebekah just said— ‘they’re practically royalty, love, they are going to have a large room.’

she fucking adores baby clothing

the amount of times she’s shown you adorable animal onesies or shirts with cheesy one liners with a beaming grin on her face

you both work together to find the perfect name for your little royal baby

and, she is quite picky, i am warning you

when the birth comes around she’s basically jumping about in excitement while you’re in excruciating pain

ik that sounds bad 😭 but she’s just too overly ecstatic & sympathetic to your pain obviously

best mom ever tbh <3

kol —

literally in shock when you tell him

like 😦😮😯

had never really pictured himself settling down and starting a family.. but then again he’d never thought he’d meet someone as perfect as you.

and now, the thought of being a father to your child both excites him and makes him nervous

buys all the baby books.

the fucking websites he used know his credit card off by heart at this point

he suggests the weirdest of names and you’re just like... 😬you’re not serious right

will research how to be the coolest, ideal father

and will also research more into pregnancy as a whole so he knows what you should be doing and what you should not be doing

like food restrictions and such

will whine that nine months is too long and you’re here w you’re pregnant belly & all the side effects like fucking tell me about it

when he heard that babies could hear things at a certain stage, he began having literal fully deep conversations with your stomach

and he played his music for the baby to listen to, put the headphones on your stomach and everything

gotta start em young 🤞

will fulfil all your craving needs and doesn’t get tired of having to go out and buy you food

is mildly concerned at some of the combinations which you ask for

but, nevertheless, your wish is his command

as per usual

when the birth comes along he has to mentally hype himself up

winces at all of your screams as you shout about how you’re going to castrate him

but is genuinely an amazing ( and the coolest ) dad. that good search really paid off

freya —

aww freya :(

as we know, she had a miscarriage once before and that’s obviously given her fear surrounding pregnancy

and that makes her very protective of you and cautious.

whenever you’re stressing she’ll run you a nice warm bath, play some relaxing music and do your whole skin care routine for you as you lie back to relax you

makes her siblings vamp speed to go and get your craving items of choice :)

but she’s the oldest so it’s fine 😩

you’ll have to reassure her a lot bc there’s still that fear there

that you’re gonna have a miscarriage or somethings gonna happen to the baby

she’s already into yoga so the both of you can do that together if you want <3

be prepared to drink a lot of herbal remedies which are meant to help with pregnancy etc

wants your child’s name to be something meaningful

not just something picked from a baby name book

will buy you anything and everything you dead, don’t even worry bout it love

talks to your baby bump a lot :)

‘your mommy’s so pretty’

she’ll whisper when she knows youre looking and can hear her— loving the blush she gets in return

‘i cant wait to meet you’

when the birth comes she is still quite anxious

and hearing your scream and groan in pain literally breaks her heart in two

she can’t stand to see you in pain

she’ll literally by the sweetest mum im telling you— the one everyone wishes was thiers :)

hayley —

HAYLEY :)))))))

she already has hope but only she was the one pregnant—

anyway this just makes her extremely helpful

and your bond definitely only grows during the duration of the pregnancy

bc she just knows all the right things to say and all the right things to do

and can genuinely sympathise from a place of experience

a fucking amazing gf<333

her pregnancy was very much hectic and stressful with everything going on

so she tries to give you the most mundane, peaceful pregnancy

working on choosing a name together:)

she’ll get you all the pregnancy stuff she knows really helps and shit talks the things that did absolutely nothing

when she sees you eating one of ur cravings she might be like— ‘hey! i craved that too’

all the ultrasounds are on the fridge and she has smaller versions in her wallet

gets so many photos of you!

pregnant photoshoot 😁

when the birth comes around she doesn’t say any words of comfort which would annoy you inevitably

she just holds your hand tightly and runs your back soothingly, massaging your baby bump when you’re only in labour and not fully dilated yet

she’ll try and be as causal as she can cuz she doesn’t wanna stress you further :)

best gf & mum 💌

marcel —

is genuinely so happy

gives you that pearly white grin of his as she kisses you in pure joy when you tell him

doesn’t understand what he did to deserve you honestly <3

sometimes you catch him whispering to your pregnant belly promises of how he’s gonna always protect them and you

how you both mean the world to him and he won’t let anyone take you away from him

if you do go out and he for whatever reason can’t be there—

prepare to have a least one vampire bodyguard with you

hired a cook to make all the random meals which you carve

so many compliments babe

‘you look stunning sweetheart’

‘I don’t what i did to deserve the both of you, but im sure as hell not letting you go, ever.’

davina offers to make some soothing herbal remedies for you and he immediately agrees

whenever he kisses you he leans down and kisses your stomach too !

presents

so many presents

for both marcel and his vampires who all very much like and respect you

when the birth approaches, marcel is internally stressing but puts on a soothing smile for you and tries to help you relax

which doesn’t really work.. but it’s the thought that counts okay.

best dad :)))