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crushedsweets · 11 months ago

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hey sucker! 😋😋

what would the creeps do for valentine’s day?

like yknow, would some be given small treats or do others treat it like a regular day?

happy belated valentines day! hope you guys had fun and shared some love with everyone around you! this is the closest youre gonna get to x reader content from me.

AGAIN THIS IS SET IN MY AU!!! MY AU IS PRETTY DETAILED AND HAS AN OVERARCHING STORYLINE WITH PRE-ESTABLISHED FRIENDSHIPS, SETTINGS, JOBS, CHARACTER ARCS AND WHATNOT....... so :3 yeah.

Tim and Brian probably don't do much. They'll totally grab some chocolates/candy and eat it, but just cuz its there, not as a gift. if they had a partner, they'd just go get some dinner.. flowers, basic stuff. put on an unironed button up and pick their partner up LOL.

toby might do something depending on where he is in the story. early on, he is not doing SHIIIIT. deep into his friendship with nina(who opens up a lot of his emotional vulnerabilities n stuff), he might feel a little inclined to pick up some flowers for some of the girls in his life (nina, clocky, kate, lazari) just cuz he used to do something small for his sister/mom when he was younger (cuz frank never did shit). if he had a partner, he'd def wanna do jewelry and classic flowers. he likes necklaces and rings and piercings and stuff, doesnt wear them much cuz they get in the way, but likes seeing people wear stuff he got. he's the type to make them turn around so he could put the necklace on them, but if they even slightly laugh at him trying to be sweet, he's getting mad HAHA. "ok nevermind im returning this you fucking suck" (jokingly.. but he is embarrassed). would just wanna stay home though, no nights out or anything

clocky would paint stuff. she'd give nina a portrait of herself cuz nina loooves being someone's muse, do some nice art of forest creatures and leave some notes for toby. she'd feel pretty awkward about it just cuz even when she was with her highschool boyfriend, she wasn't good at giving or receiving affection. if she's gifted any flowers (which she will be getting), she's absolutely pressing them and either sealing them in some paintings, or putting it in frames that hold her old art/art she picked up at thrifts. if she had a partner, she'd obviously paint them or something. i could see her spending a long time working through a journal to gift them, making every 3 pages a painting, drawing, or journal entry expressing something. "today you and i went to get lunch. i think the place was way too expensive, but you liked it." and then empty pages for her partner to fill in with whatever they want.

nina. ok come on. lets be serious. its nina. she's gonna buy everyone(as in toby, clocky, kate, jane, liu) one expensive gift (cologne, watches, shoes, jewelry, makeup) and then throw together mini bouquets, notes, and probably shop lift other smaller stuff cuz 'IM BROKE I SPENT TOO MUCH I HAVE TO' LOLLL.. she's the type to literally decorate her house for it, putting up some of clocky's more romantic paintings (cuz she has a collection of clocky's work), setting out heart-shaped coasters, bringing out heart shaped pillows.... honestly she probably already had those.... she'd absolutely plan galentines dinner for her friends, bake cookies, everything. if she had a partner, it would be really similar. she likes to spoil people, gift giving and acts of service are her ways of showing love - buuuut she does want to be spoiled in return, so physical affection and quality time is what she wants to receive. she wants to be treated like a princess, be picked up, have her doors opened for her, told she looks beautiful, etc.

jack is even less likely to do something than toby. before the sacrifice, he'd grab a cheap bag of individually wrapped chocolates and give them to people he knew around campus. i could see him buying the same chocolates and leaving it in his cabin. telling whoever visits him to take some. nina would leave him some flowers too(say its also from toby) and he'd be really grateful, cuz she'd be very sure to get him whatever he thinks smells the nice. that way he can still appreciate it. if he had a partner, YOU KNOW HE'S COOKING THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DINNER AT HOME. he's cleaning up, very awkwardly trying to dress nice. black button up, slacks, slick his hair back(or he'd just do whatever his partner says looks best, not too concerned with his own preference). he'd feel sooo fucking embarrassed and very nervous but he just wants to make it special. he'd write a long love letter, too

jeff isnt doing shit for anyone. he'll go steal some chocolate and mind his own business. if he had a partner, one that he ACTUALLY loved and wanted to keep around. maybe he'd pick up some flowers and chocolate, mainly cuz he knows thats the bare minimum sort of gift. he'd let them demand that day from him, which takes a LOT for him to let anyone feel entitled to HIS time. if he knows they have higher expectations (dinner, a letter, etc) he'd probably bitch and moan and be like "ugh you already know im into you why do i gotta do this shit" but if theyre serious, he'd probably do it. half assed though...

kates also not doing anything unprompted. she wouldnt even know the day is coming around. her only memories of valentines day would be passing out some candy and cards around class in elementary school, but once she was in the forest, nobody gave HER shit. she might pick some flowers and wrap it in some paper for people , but ONLY if she KNOWS they're getting something for her. like, she'd pick nina some flowers cuz she knows ninas doing something regardless, but she wouldnt get toby anything cuz she wouldnt have expected it from him. then shed feel bad. if she had a partner, again it'd be similar. she KNOWS she needs to put in the effort, but she doesnt exactly have the resources... the farm does pay her some cash since she works with the animals, but she mostly just gives it straight to toby so he can buy stuff for the cabin. but she'd keep it this time around, and quietly ask toby if he could come with her to get some stuff for them. some sweets, a necklace, scribble out a little letter. smth sweet.

janes married. and she goes all out of her wife. buys her like a 3dozen bouquet of red roses, sets reservations at nice restaurants, makes mary breakfast the morning of. all of that. i dont even know how to go into detail on this because thats just how it is for her, theres not some turmoil for her to work through. she'd also start getting sally some stuff. plushies holding hearts, balloons, sweet things like that. if she had a partner...WELL SHE ALREADY DOES!!!!

if liu knows nina is going to gift him something expensive, he's doing the same. he's going to grab her flowers and maybe some shoes or something he knows she's had her eye on. he wouldn't be really subtle about it, just text her "whats on your wishlist right now" LOLLL... he just appreciates nina's presence (after they get over the jeff situation) and likes having a little sister to spoil. he'd probably send jane a bouquet of flowers with a thank you note, since jane did a lot for him. if he had a partner, it would also be very stereotypical. date plans, picking them up, flowers, etc. he'd LOOOOVE to make one of those big baskets filled to the brim with random shit. would wanna come home and draw a nice bubble bath and have some wine. stuff like that in general...

ben, lulu, ann, and dina wouldnt do anything and wouldnt get a partner. lazari would draw some pictures for her friends! sally will draw something for jane and mary

#creeped #not everyone gets equal love cuz...idk #uhh #ticci toby #clockwork #nina the killer #eyeless jack #jeff the killer #jane the killer #homicidal liu #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta fandom #i like when u guys call me sucker im like :D HAYYY

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pumpkinspice-prouvaire · 10 months ago

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❤️🍬🩶 for e/R? <3

hehehehehe FAVES

❤️- who is the more romantic one? Do they wish their partner was more romantic? Honestly I don't think either of them are incredibly romantic people, but I would say it's probably Grantaire by default. He's not a flowers and chocolates kind of guy, but he likes doing inane things that he knows will make Enjolras smile, just for the sheer pleasure of it. He doesn't wish Enjolras was more romantic because then he wouldn't be Enjolras, as far as Grantaire is concerned. That doesn't mean Enjolras is completely hopeless though! He'll do things like reserve a table in Grantaire's favourite restaurant for his birthday or remember him saying how much he wanted new paints and buy them as a lil gift. It's a lot more about showing he cares and listens than specifically romantic gestures.

🍬- Who is their biggest supporter (friend, family, etc)? COURFEYRAC without a doubt. He's their biggest hype man. He was in the unfortunate position of being Enjolras' best friend and therefore having to deal with his emotional turmoil as he tried to feel his feelings, but also being the party friend who goes out with Grantaire and had to listen to him lament about how nice Enjolras' earlobes are or whatever. So when they got together he was like OH THANK GOD as much as anything. But also he loves these two and he's so glad they got their shit together. He sees them coming and is like here is my favourite couple in the world and if you don't clap and scream and cheer for them I will blow this entire building up

🩶- Which one apologizes first?How do they apologise? If one of them has to apologise, it's most likely gonna be Grantaire. If Enjolras believes he's in the right about something, he's not going to back down from that just because it's caused a fight, whereas Grantaire is a lot more willing to give up on his principles (lol) if it means he can have a quiet life/be back in Enjolras' good books. Enjolras can be quick to apologise, if he thinks on something and realises it is actually him in the wrong, but that...does not happen a lot lmfao. But wow they are both so deeply terrible at apologising, it's one of the things they're worst at as a couple. If they fight they're more likely to be frosty and give each other the silent treatment for an extended period of time, and then one of them will eventually break it with an inane question about dinner or smth and they'll go back to normality after that. They're stupid, your honor

#answered #they're my roman empire #long post #headcanon

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on-a-lucky-tide · 3 years ago

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After a decade of marriage, Lambert's not feeling particularly sexy or wanted. Eskel agrees to a little bit of roleplay.

Warnings: Eskel/Lambert, A/B/O (non-traditional), established relationship, smut at the end, roleplay, present tense. For my friends in the @continentcakeshop.

They've been mated for years, and Lambert is going through a "you don't think I'm hot anymore, do you? you're bored of me, aren't you?" phase, but he's not very good at expressing it. It comes out in fits and starts of temper, and a few barbed comments that leave Eskel feeling a little hurt.

Eskel's looking down at his giant boner and half-filled knot after another night when his usual advances have been rebuffed, not quite understanding where this has come from. Does he need to buy flowers? Chocolate? More dates? More sofa cuddles?

No.

Lambert needs to feel sexy again. He wants the thrill of the hunt, but he wants it to be Eskel. Needs it to be Eskel. In principle, Lambert can't stand knothead alphas who flaunt their made up superiority, but roleplaying it with the man he loves? Someone he trusts will never hurt him? Yeah. He wants that.

So, they agree to a little roleplay: sassy, unmated omega with attitude, picked up in a bar by a strong, dominant alpha that will seduce him and carry him off.

Eskel practices in a mirror. Lambert's whole initial attraction to him was that he was strong and kind; he'd never done the alpha posturing thing other than to strut around their bedroom during his rut, or when he's feeling particularly well fluffed. So, he needs to find a little bit of his inner knothead to get the act right.

They choose a bar downtown. Not too shady, but it's so off brand from their usual haunts that there's no chance they'll be recognised by anyone. Lambert puts on a tight pair of jeans, his nice boxers, and the douchiest, low cut top with the billowing armholes that will show A Whole Tit if it falls right. He tops it off with his usual unlaced docs and a leather jacket, and he's golden. Upon arrival, Lambert finds a prominent seat at the bar, orders The Most Expensive Cocktail because he has Eskel's credit card and Eskel said "treat yourself", slapping his arse with a wink before he left, so it's revenge, really. About half an hour passes, and Lambert has to see off an alpha that gets a bit too close (and doesn't take the mating bite poking out from beneath his jacket as a hint). Then a slight niggle of doubt sets in. This is stupid, right? Eskel probably thinks he's lost his last marble, the fucking barman's eyeing him like he's an escort (nought wrong with that, but Lambert knows a judgemental gaze when he sees it), and Lambert's about ready to leave...

...then Eskel arrives. He's gone all out. Lambert hasn't seen him wear that suit since Geralt's wedding. It's a three-piece number with a jacket that fits his v-shape perfectly. No tie though, his collar's open, and Lambert zones in on that exposed skin, his mouth watering. He's going to bite there. Right there, on that collarbone, and... Eskel straightens his cufflinks as he surveys his territory because it's fucking his now.

The alpha that tried his luck with Lambert earlier skitters out from Eskel's path like he's been struck, and Eskel doesn't even look at him. No, he's looking at the bar, honey-gold eyes fixed on Lambert, the corner of his lips tilted up in a wry smile. He plays it perfectly. Eskel's usually an excitable puppy when he sees Lambert after any length of time: big beaming smile, eye crinkles. Shit, if he had a tail, it'd be wagging.

But not now.

Now, he's a hunter stalking his prey, and Lambert presses his thighs together for... reasons. As Eskel moves between the tables, he makes the whole place look shabby. More people move out of his way, mumbling apologies. He wields his presence so effortlessly, and fuck, Lambert hasn't noticed it before. Eskel's always so accommodating; he holds doors open for old ladies, apologises to the damned cat on his lap when he has to get up to go to the toilet. Eskel is King Soft. Always has been. Lambert loves him for it. Lambert also wants to jump him in the club in front of everyone. He's so enraptured that he's still staring by the time Eskel reaches the bar next to him. He doesn't sit, but spreads his palms out and waits. He doesn't even need to draw the barman's attention; the beta runs over like he's on a string.

"Whisky, hold the ice, and," Eskel's eyes slide left, "whatever this pretty thing's drinking."

Lambert didn't realise he was slurping an empty drink until Eskel ordered him another, at which point he slams his glass down and tries to lean nonchalantly on the bar.

Truth is, Lambert's completely out of practice and he isn't sure how this flirting thing goes these days. He can make a fart joke usually and Eskel will laugh, it's... that's just what marriage is. Fart jokes and memes, right?

He's panicking.

Because Eskel hasn't actually worn any cologne. He's freshly showered, all proper, but it's those pheromones rolling off of him that Lambert can smell, even over the saccharine tang of the cocktail the barman places down in front of him. Eskel hasn't moved any closer. He's not looming, not caging Lambert in, but Lambert's so very aware of him and can't now lift his eyes from the sugared lip of his glass.

"Got a name, pretty thing?"

How can Eskel talk like that? Where has that come from? It's the velvet rumble that Lambert's used to, but there's an edge to it that makes his insides go a little weak. Does he make up a name? He hasn't thought that far ahead. Eskel's too good. They agreed - drink, dance, out, bed - now Lambert's not sure his legs will work. "Lambert," he says, quietly at first, then a second time a little louder.

"Lambert," Eskel repeats, and he savours it, rolling it across his tongue like he can taste Lambert already. "Eskel, it's a pleasure." He offers his hand and Lambert should have expected what came next - the palm was up, after all - but he plops his own hand in Eskel's grasp like a puppy offering its paw, and damn near chokes on air when Eskel places a kiss on the back of Lambert's knuckles, those honey-gold irises almost drowned out by how big his pupils are.

Lambert had forgotten that this was about exciting Eskel too for a hot second there and is doubly relieved to see that Eskel is more than a little interested. Eskel does find him sexy.

This amazingly stunning alpha, with his huge shoulders, his confident stride, his suave rumble, finds Lambert attractive. Lambert feels the shiver run up his spine and takes his hand back slowly. The revelation has given him a little confidence, and he leans back on the bar, elbows propped up. "Little downmarket for someone so prim and proper, slumming it with the little folk?"

"Hoping to find a diamond in the rough," Eskel replies after another of those faint, wry smiles. "I didn't expect to unearth something so precious so quickly."

Fucking. Smooth. Rat. Bastard. Lambert's toes curl in his boots and he bites his lower lip.

"That pick up line work usually?"

"Doesn't matter," Eskel takes a sip from his tumbler and turns to rest his hip against the bar, "it's worked this time."

Oh fuck, because if Lambert can smell Eskel, then Eskel can smell him, and he was wet in his smalls from the moment Eskel sent the inferior alpha scuttling into the corner of the room with a glance. What a basic bitch. But it's Eskel, and he's walking omega-nip, isn't he? He always has been. And he belongs to Lambert. Or will. Usually, Lambert would shuffle his rear into Eskel's lap, demand love and affection, but he can't now. This is a Strange Alpha. He can't break the fantasy; Eskel's doing this for him. And it's... fuck, it's more fun than he had thought it would be.

"Arrogance. Not a very attractive feature," Lambert replies as airily as he can muster, but he has to grip his glass pretty fucking hard to steady his hand. "Might have been that guy who got me all hot and bothered." Lambert jerks his chin towards the corner of the bar where the previous reject lurked.

He feels Eskel expand. All Eskel does is shift a little, shoulders straightening, eyes narrowing, but he suddenly feels twice the size and Lambert breathes him in, eyes flickering. "And how did he do that?" Eskel's voice is far too level and for a moment Lambert almost believes he feels threatened.

"Laid on the moves, you know," Lambert replies, taking another sip from his cocktail. "I was going to head home with him, unless you can outclass his offer."

The music's low but loud enough to be heard over the murmur of collected voices. There are a few people dancing between the tables, a couple on the cleared space passing from the dance floor. It's late. Most of the patrons are just touching the boundary of "tipsy enough to not worry about looking like an idiot". Eskel doesn't like being the centre of attention; the scars, his size, a general dislike of people he doesn't know. But this version shrugs his jacket off nonchalantly and unbuttons his cufflinks. Lambert watches those thick forearms appear and wants to bite those too. He's so fixated on that familiar scar wrapped over Eskel's wrist that he blinks when Eskel takes his hand.

"Allow me to prove that I'm in a class of my own."

Lambert follows Eskel to the dance floor, watching in awe as the path miraculously clears before them. There's no weaving between tables, knocking drinks and stray elbows, for Eskel. The world bends to his whim. Lambert wants to bend to his whim. Eskel pulls him close, guides Lambert's hands to his chest and settles his own at Lambert's waist. This close, Eskel's scent is overwhelming, that exposed collarbone within range of Lambert's mouth. But those eyes are close too. Intense and bright; wanting and hungry. Liquid fire, Lambert thinks, as they sway together.

Lambert wants to ask whether Eskel's okay. People are watching them. The weight of each heavy gaze is a mixture of jealousy, curiosity and boredom. But Eskel's the most intimidating presence in the whole bar, and the space around them clears. Lambert knows if he asks then the spell will be broken. He scents the air anyway, tries to read his husband's face and eyes, and finds no discomfort. He relaxes into the hands cradling him, holds that intense gaze as one song melts into the next. There's no fear there, Eskel's ignoring everyone else, they're of no consequence. No threat. No interest. The focus of his entire world is Lambert, and Lambert feels dizzy with the thought.

Eskel lifts one of Lambert's hands and kisses the palm, the fingers, the wrist. He nuzzles over the soft skin there and holds Lambert's hand to his face before turning him. A slow spin leaves Lambert's back to Eskel's chest, warm lips finding the space beneath Lambert's ear. Such a light kiss steals his breath away, and he pushes back, encouraging. This is probably too fast for a realistic fantasy encounter, but it's Lambert's fantasy, damn it, and he suddenly wants his Hot As Molten Lava husband on him, in him, over him.

The slow tenderness is making him ache. The way that Eskel slides a hand down Lambert's torso, following the contours of his lean build, mere fingertips hooking just beneath his waistband. It's possessive, his fingers leaving an invisible brand of ownership everywhere they touch, and an offer. Lambert's sure that if Eskel demanded to mount him here, he'd drop and present in seconds; he feels lighter than air, grounded only by the searing heat of Eskel's body, and the soft rumble of an aroused alpha nosing over his neck.

Lambert tilts his head back against Eskel's shoulder, feels another warm palm marvel down the length of his body, and he realises that Eskel's displaying him to the other hungry eyes watching them. He's showing them a glimpse of what they can't have because Lambert's his now. Even in the fantasy of their encounter, Lambert's making all the right noises, moving in all the right ways. Eskel is showing off the beautiful omega he has enticed to him, and Lambert lets out a soft moan. He's that beautiful omega. The one that made Eskel's eyes go like that, made him want to stake a public claim for all to see. This amazing alpha, with his hot-as-fuck body and warm honey eyes wants Lambert. But it's not just that either, is it? Lambert knows how gentle and tender the heart underneath it all is. He lets out another wistful moan and rocks his hips back against Eskel's, feeling the hard length of his alpha's cock through his slacks.

"Don't be makin' noises like that, baby," Eskel says, his voice so low and husky that Lambert can feel it to his very core, "or I'll have to do somethin' about it."

"Yeah?" Lambert tilts his face to Eskel's neck, all but arched against him. "Then do something."

The challenge sparks something in Eskel and Lambert hears him growl. It's so low. Like a summer storm on the horizon; threatening, inevitable. Lambert wants it to wash over him and lets out another soft moan when he feels Eskel's teeth on his neck.

Mine.

Did Eskel say it? Breathe it? Perhaps he kissed the thought into his skin like a brand, and now Lambert knows it with every fibre of his being.

They leave the bar. Eskel snatches his jacket and throws some cash down next to his half-finished drink. His presence must have expanded even further because a cabbie appears from nowhere. Lambert sits astride Eskel's lap and devours him in the ten-minute (read: eternal, never-fucking-ending) drive to the hotel room that Eskel booked. His lips never leave Eskel's neck, and he leaves a bruising kiss on that exposed collarbone.

Lambert wraps himself around Eskel's chest and they stumble through the hotel lobby, past a mystified receptionist and harried concierge. As they get to their room, Eskel nearly kicks the door off its hinges in his haste to get Lambert into the room, onto the bed. The jeans don't last; the button pings off, the denim rips, but Lambert doesn't care. He's too busy scrambling at Eskel's belt, which might as well be a multi-layered Aztec puzzle box for all the luck he has getting it off.

Eskel's hands are everywhere; his lips, his teeth. Lambert winds his fingers in his hair and arches into him, babbling, pleading. And when Eskel finally gives him what he wants, their bodies moving desperately, furiously, Lambert crushes their mouths together until his lungs burn for air and the rest of his body glows with pleasure.

Their skin glistens with sweat, they tumble over the bed, kicking sheets and pillows onto the floor, desperate to taste and touch and have. Eskel pulls his head back, his hips pressed flush to Lambert's body, their foreheads leaned together and breathes, "Mine."

Lambert grins, throws his head back in ecstasy and rolls his body against Eskel. It's perfect, this is perfect. He feels wanted, and attractive - no, not attractive, fucking hot, like he's the finest piece of ass to walk the Continent, and he's won this beautiful, staggeringly good-looking alpha over all the others. Not a consolation prize. Eskel could have had anyone in that fucking club - alpha, beta, omega - they were all watching him. But he chose Lambert... would choose Lambert every time.

The perfect grind of Eskel's cock pushes him into an orgasm that makes his toes curl, his nails biting into Eskel's shoulders, and punches a desperate cry from his chest. When Eskel tries to drawback for another thrust, Lambert's legs tighten and he grips a fistful of hair to drag Eskel's ear to his mouth. "Mine."

Eskel moans, fisting the sheets, and comes. Lambert feels the pressure of his knot as his own body bears down on it. It's another thrill of pleasure and Lambert rocks onto Eskel's prick until they're both shaking and breathless. It's not the last time they make love. Lambert lets Eskel up for a drink of water but pins him down again barely half an hour later. The next few times are slower; they kiss the bruises and the scratches they left behind, and eventually fall asleep wound together, sated and exhausted.

In the morning, Lambert wakes to one honey-gold eye watching him from the pillow next to him. The corner crinkles when Eskel realises Lambert's awake, lopsided smile curling over his face. Lambert's husband is back; the soft-hearted goof with the fluffy hair and soft eyes. "Hey," Eskel rumbles.

"Hey yourself." Lambert stretches like a cat, feels all the aches in all the right places, and flops over onto his side to face Eskel. His alpha's studying him closely, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

"How did I do?" Eskel asks.

"Well," Lambert begins, propping himself up on his elbow so that he can stroke the scruffy mop of Eskel's hair. "I don't know where you've been keeping that other dude, but he can visit again some time."

Eskel looks proud of himself and Lambert let him have the victory without teasing. Then that well-earned smugness melted into doubt; a frown tugs at Eskel's lips, and a ponderous hum leaves his chest. "Do you, uh... do you prefer the... um, the other guy?"

Lambert grins and tilts their foreheads together. "Nah. He's nice for a night. Couldn't imagine waking up to him every morning though. Be fucking exhausting."

Eskel sighs, relieved. "Oh thank fuck. I'm exhausted. I think those shoes gave me blisters, and do you know how much I had to suck my gut in to get that waistcoat to fit? Kreve's tits, I thought I was going to need shaping pants."

They both dissolve into hysterics, because the idea of Eskel in lady's shapewear is too much. He's enjoyed a few pints and more than a few full roast dinners since Geralt's wedding, but that's absolutely fine, because Eskel is exactly as he should be. Lambert wouldn't have him any other way.

#rawrkinwrites #Lambskel #Eskel #Lambert #Witcher Eskel #Witcher Lamber #modern AU #non-traditional a/b/o

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 2 years ago

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For the OTP ask, could I get 3, 4, 5, 8, 19, 22, 28, 38, 41, and 50 for Jake and Ronnie in your werewolf au?

oh M you are so sweet I can't <3 <3 thank you so much for sending these in!! prepare for me to simply ramble about my fav couple in the universe...

3. Who hogs the cover/Who loves to cuddle?

Somehow both of these are Jake lol he hogs the blankets entirely on accident (which is why Ronnie always keeps a throw stashed in her nightstand) and the man would cuddle with her literally all day every day if life would allow

4. Who wakes the other one up with kisses?

Ronnie does! She always wakes up before him (never by a wide margin) and he's just so pretty and cuddly she can't help it

5. Who usually has nightmares?

Jake. The boy has been through it. When he does have nightmares they're usually about the night he killed Bellmoral, because no matter how terrible he was that still weighs heavy on Jake's conscience. On very rare nights he'll dream about the night he was turned. He'll wake up heart racing, claws and fangs out, and Ronnie has to talk him down - hold him the rest of the night. He worries one day that he'll hurt her. But she never has any doubt that she's safe with him.

8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pajamas?

Jake 1000000% just sleeps in his briefs. If he could walk around all the time in just his underwear he would. Ronnie wears pajamas though. Mostly old t-shirts (or Jake's old shirts if we're being honest) and comfy cotton shorts.

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names?

I mean, Jake just kinda has the one name that he calls her (little one) though he does call her just like babe or sweets sometimes. But Ronnie has a myriad of names that she calls Jake because she loves making this Alpha blush (My Alpha (his fav), baby, babe, darling, honey, my boy, sugar, etc.)

22. Who goes all out for Valentine's Day?

JAKE. jake jake jake. it's part of that mate instinct to provide and he will take literally any excuse to pamper the shit out of Ronnie. He takes her to dinner, sunset walks, does the whole candlelit bath thing, buys her chocolates and flowers and pieces of jewelry that he made himself. Ronnie always buys him the same thing every year though. A new set of lingerie for him to rip off with his teeth.

28. Who is the book worm?

Ronnie my absolute werewolf nerd. She loves reading anything history (especially werewolf history). When she is actually living with Jake he shows her all the journals and diaries and tomes that the Bellmorals have kept in the pack house over the years and she is literally frothing at the mouth. She is a huge fucking dork and Jake loves it. He lays his head on her stomach while she reads out loud to him (though she constantly interrupts herself to talk about related facts and just how cool it is).

38. Who likes to star gaze?

Also Ronnie! On nights with the full moon when she is alone at the cabin, she'll just sit outside with some hot chocolate and watch the moon and stars for hours. It's calming in a way. To think that her ancestors looked at those same stars with the same amount of wonder.

41. Who cries during sad movies?

Ronnie again. It does not take a whole lot in a movie to make her cry. Sometimes even a good orchestral score will make her teary-eyed. They'll be sitting there watching a movie and Jake will hear the sniffles start and be like "You okay?" She just tells him to shut up and he laughs. Jake cries too though, don't get me wrong. It just takes a lot more (character death, etc, major stuff) to get the tears flowing. But even then it's usually just like one or two then he's tapped out. Ronnie full-on weeps.

50. Who is the hopeless romantic?

Both of them? Ever since she was a little kid Ronnie has dreamed about finding her mate. She has read countless first-hand tales about her ancestors finding their mates and true love. Eventually, that dream died out (especially after she realized she was fully human and having a mate was a 1/1000 chance) but she still believed in soulmates, just maybe not the kind destined by a goddess in the sky. And Jake? Well, Jake just loves love and when he was told about mates and how soul mates are basically real, he was kinda ecstatic about it. Though he kept his cool cause the chances of him meeting his mate were pretty slim, especially since he was in Red Sky and shit was going downhill fast.

Thanks again M!! These were so fun to think about and write about lol I hope people like learning a little more about my fav mated pair

#annie answers #otp things #oc: ronnie bradshaw #fic: the echo (or the answer)#fd: top gun #werewolf au #werewolf!topgun #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #alpha!jake #alpha!hangman #werewolf!jake #werewolf!hangman #jake hangman seresin x oc #jake seresin x oc #hangman x oc #alpha!jake x ronnie

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quackisinnit · 4 years ago

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What Dream, George, Sapnap, Karl, Quackity, c!Techno, Wilbur would get you for Valentine's Day

Note: probabaly the biggest headcanon i've ever wrote KDSHJS i'll only do this when theres a speacual occasion. sorry it came out so late!!

Genre: fluff, romantic, irl and in-game, gender neutural, they/them

Warnings: none

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Dream

Heart Shaped Balloons and Flowers

he would bring you to a fancy restaurant

like he would go all out

anyways

he gives you the gifts like before you leave the restaurant

he payed for the check

and he just stands up and says "wait here, i'll just get something real quick from the car"

you're so confused cause like

he already brought you to a fancy place?? what other surprise does he have for you

and he comes in with the balloons and flowers

and you're all like

"dream you're too sweet, i'm gonna cry"

"aww no dont cry D:"

when he gives it to you he kisses your cheek and say some romantic stuff

"i love you so much y/n"

"i'm so grateful for you, thank you for sticking withme theough thick and thin"

George

Chocolates and A Teddy Bear

you would both be at home

just hangin out

cause why go out if you can just stay at home an watch movies together??

he'd even make you pick the movie

which is pretty rare

cause in his words,

"you always pick the worst movies"

"wdym??? i pick the best movies D:<"

and while watching

he gets up and you dont really expect anything

cause yaknow he could be going to the rest room

and when he comes back,

he calls out to you, gifts in hand

"y/n,"

you then look at him and he smiles at you

"happy valentines day:)"

and he'd give you the tightest hug in the world

"aw george thank you, you're the best"

"i know😏"

"oh shut up"

Sapnap

A Big Teddy Bear and Flowers

he would try to plan something big

like a big banner with "happy valentines day!", lots of flowers, etc

but he couldn't cause he was busy:((

and a few days before valentines day he'd just buy you flowers

he planned to give it to you before you wake up

so he woke up earlier than you

he tried to make breakfast for you

but he was so nervous so it was pretty hard

like he would be trying to make you some eggs but heended up burning them on accident

in the end he just made you a sandwhich

when he went in you were still alseep

and after a few minutes of deciding,

he called dream LMAOO

"DREAM HELP WHAT DO I DO"

"JUST WAKE THEM UP"

and so he did

you were greeted with a very happy and nervous sapnap

"happy valentine's day:)"

and he'd give you the flowers and sandwhich

later on in the day you both went to a carnival and win you a big teddy bear in one of the games

cause he felt bad for just getting flowers djshsj

Karl

Cupcakes and A Teddy Bear

he'd first greet you in the morning by peppering your face with kisses and handing you the bear

"here you go love, happy valentines day"

and he'd be all giggly that day too

for the next surprise

he would make this a bonding experience

like you would both make the cupcakes

maybe even make a contest and see who makes the better cupacakes

and it'd be so much fun

he'd throw flour at you, try to mess up the color of your icing by adding more food color in it, etc

like you'd be mixing and he just comes up behind you and probabaly throws an egg at your head LMAOO

"okay so i nee-" you feel something hard hit your head and then hear a cracking sound

you turn around to see that karl has thrown an egg at your head

but it didnt break, it only broke when it finally hit the ground

"oh karl you're in for it now-"

you'd be throwing different ingredients at eachother

maybe even spoons and spatulas

"HA get recked y/-" he pauses

"y/n."

"did you just hit my head with a fork?"

"... maybe"

just really chaotic honestly

and cleaning up would be pretty hard

like there would be flour and icing everywhere

but the whole experince was fun<3

Quackity

Flowers and Song/Poem

he'd be stressed about it

like "will they like it?" "is it good enough??"

just lots of thoughts racing through his head

when he gives it (the flowers) to you

his hands would be sweaty

he clears his throat and gets a piece of paper from his pocket

and its the poem

he starts readibg the lines

(spoiler, its a joke poem)

"y/n, the first time i saw you, i pissed my pants"

"and i like ants"

or somethimg like that KSJAK

he'd just say stupid stuff to make you laugh

then after that comes the real gift

the song

this man makes his own song and tune

nothing was taken from the internet

like he wrote the lyrics himself and the tune

and he'd sing it seriously

when done with the song, he looks at you

"did you like it??"

"like it?" you scoffed

his heart fucking STOPS

"i loved it:)"

and he'd just let a sigh of relief

"dont ever pull that shit again i thought you hated it >:()"

Techno

Going on Picnic and Poem

at first he wouldn't know what to give you tbh

he'd be asking phil what to give you

"phil what should i give y/n?"

and phil would help him

"just give them anything, i'm sure they'll love whatever you get"

"but phil what if-"

he'd want something good enough for you

like he doesn't want to get you just flowers

it needs to be something better than that

but at the same time he's just too lazy to plan anything that big

so he just decided on going on a simple picnic

and he also decided to write you a poem

so you're picnic takes face in a large field

in the middle of nowhere

"techno, where are we?"

"you'll see"

you both to a hill where you find a blanket and a basket, filled with various kinds of food and drinks

"aww techno, thank you. you're so sweet:D"

and he'd be all flustered

"yeah but its just a picnic.."

you both sat down and just talked about things

and before you left he told you he had one more surprise

he reaches to the bottom of the basket where a paper lays

he gets it and begins reading it to you

spoiler alert, its the poem

when he's done, just like quackity, he looks at you

"did,, did you like it?????"

"i loved it techno" and you peck him on the lips

and techno?

boom, his heart explodes

"i'm glad you liked it"

he's so awkward and flustered brrr

Wilbur

Chocolates and a Song

with the song he just speedran it

but at the same time he didnt

like he made the tune quickly

but he took a long time with the lyrics

trying to find the perfect words

but it was hard

because you were so perfect and lovely to him

also cause you were always around him

and you might see what he was doing:((

obviously that would ruin the surprise

so he tried his best to keep it a a secret

and he was able to do it

soon valentines day came

and he sang his song to you

in a blanket fort he made

out of chairs, blankets, and pillows

the fort was filled with stuffed animals, snacks, drinks etc

anything you could think of, it was probably there JSJAJSJ

and if you had a pet

they would just be chilling in the fort

he sang his song there

after, he gave you choclates

cause why not??

he loves you so much so why not more gifts???

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tkc-info · 3 years ago

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Valentine's Day headcanons

I was going to write something about Aaliyah and Odhran but I guess there was a change of plans (read: writer's block + me getting kinda personal) so brief headcanons about them

Aaliyah/Odhran

Before figuring out his sexual/romantic orientation, let me tell you Odhran *despised* valentine's, especially because he was both confused about love, and because Caleb is a hopeless romantic and lives for st. Valentine's

Aaliyah just didn't care. If anything, she would ponder on what love meant for her and think how she can't sympathise with her parents and (allo) friends, but nothing too excessive (?)

Now that their aroace-ness is all figured out, though, damn

Odhran is, after all, Caleb's son. He is a hopeless romantic in a platonic way

Long story short: he's got all dressed up and prepared an outing to a bistro in Mirror France and has bought Aaliyah multiple gifts (aka books, clothes, etc) and roses

Aaliyah was a bit overwhelmed by it all. Cue necessary example:

Aaliyah could feel her parents's eyes trained on her. Their gazes made the skin at her nape prickle, but still she couldn't bring herself to turn to them and tell them to stop. Her eyes were set on the boxes and flowers laid on the kitchen isle.

"Have you suddenly decided to be all romantic now?" Aaliyah asked her parents from the threshold.

"We are romantic," Dad protested "Only that our romance is different from anyone else's."

A snort escaped Aaliyah's mouth at that. Today was Saint Valentine's Day, and her parents had told her they'd planned to have a date somewhere humans thought was cursed.

"Sure, Dad," Aaliyah said, finally riping her eyes off the gifts to smile at him.

As Dad ruffled her hair affectionately, Mum slipped past her to the kitchen isle, whereupon she inspected the bundle of gifts and fished out a letter from between two of them. "Aaliyah," Mum called out; voice tinged with excitement.

"Yes?"

"This is for you."

Aaliyah frowned. "Why?"

Saint Valentine's Day was just a day for her. Aaliyah didn't have a partner, and certainly didn't want one. She had her friend --well, technically Luoyang was her crazy cousin-- and her friends were enough.

And of course, there was Odhran, who was not her boyfriend, but a very special kind of friend.

The remainder of what her relationship with Odhran was lighted up a metaphorical bulb over Aaliyah's head. Of course, Odhran wasn't much for romance himself, but his father was and Odhran took after Uncle Caleb greatly.

A smile split Aaliyah's face in two, and she practically shoved her father aside to get to the kitchen isle. "I'm going to kill him," she swore as she snatched the letter from Mum's hand.

It read as follows:

Aaliyah,

I've always hated Valentine's Day, but now that I've come to terms with my sexual and romantic orientations, I can't wait to celebrate today with you. As you see, I might have got a bit carried away with the presents but, see, I bought them with Papa (he was buying my other father's own gifts), and you know how my father is: Caleb Verninac-Whitaker is willing to spend a fortune for the sake of love, and earnestly pushed his son to save his year's savings to do the same.

That being said, Aaliyah, I hope you like the flowers, the boxes of heart-shaped chocolate (roll your eyes all you want to at that, it is Valentine's; besides, praline tastes good in any way, shape or form), and these new dresses.

As you read this, I'll probably be having an argument with my odious older sister because she can't get her shit together and ask Adelaide out but I'll drop by at around 15:00. Please be ready by then?

Love,

Odhran

PS: I know we usually hang out with Luoyang and Shun, but yesterday I told them to go do something romantic or whatever so they'll leave us alone :)

PPS: I forgot to tell you I have a surprise for today. I'll do it now: Aaliyah, while we were on the hunt for presents, Papa gave me a great idea of where to go this St. Valentine's with you, so, definitely get prepared for some fancy stuff

"Odhran is the best, isn't he?" Mum asked Aaliyah "Oliver raised him so well. I'm happy you're in a QPR with him."

Aaliyah snorted. Mum and Uncle Oliver had been more excited about Odhran and Aaliyah than Odhran and Aaliyah themselves. Mum must be elated.

"What do you think his surprise is?" Aaliyah asked her mother, though it was Dad who replied.

"Caleb was involved, so who knows," he shrugged.

Aaliyah's smile widened.

#also wagner if you read this I fucking adore the ship names you've come up with but I can't for the life of me remember most of them #namely because I don't have The Document™ so I'd appreciate it if you sent me a pic through pm I can hopefully save?

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aphcrunch · 3 years ago

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Domestic ship meme with Denmark and Sweden

ive just been eating at these asks whenever i vibe LOL. densu lets do this!!!

who reaches out to new neighbors: denmark

who remembers to buy healthy food: sweden LOL

who remembers to buy junk food: denmark 😏

who fixes the oven when it breaks: sweden asf

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s): sweden (the adult in the relationship apparently)

who wakes up earlier: sweden

who makes the bed: sweden. and he gon make sure den is UP to do it.

who makes the coffee: i so badly dont want to say sweden but its sweden

who burns breakfast: denmark (but that wont stop him from trying)

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house: den will drop the "brb" bomb at the most inconvenient of times, like when swedens in the shower and cant exactly drop in his two cents. sweden will just head out, den will text him if hes so curious.

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home: in an overly cheesy "may i take your coat sir" fashion because these two dorks are living under several thick layers of irony and thats just how they like it

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often: sweden!! little unexpected reminders of Yes I Do Love You I Guess. irony aside its one of the few gestures he feels comfortable using to communicate his feelings

who picks the movie for movie night: denmark, and sweden will playfully bitch about his pick the whole night (as in brutally tear it to shreds as they watch ♡ "did they pay someone to write that joke?")

their favorite kind of movie to watch: horror or comedies

who first suggests a pillow fort: denmark

who builds the pillow fort: sweden

who tries to distract the other during the move: (is this supposed to say movie? ive been changing it to movie..but ill assume from now on it means moving houses) denmark all the way, but they are very quick when working together!! but. there will be goofing off and throwing shit around too

who falls asleep first: sweden. because he would overwork himself otherwise so den will put him to bed the second he sees him rubbing his eyes

who is big spoon/little spoon: denmark big spoon, sweden little spoon (but sweden will deny it until you have proof)

these two are very fun!! they have a very playful, friends+lovers dynamic. they may frustrate each other with their habits sometimes and i wouldnt call these two a model couple by any means, but at the end of the day they rlly do love and care about each other and it shows in the little ways they check in on one another or the longing glances they'll share when they're supposed to be busy. very fun!!

21 notes • Posted 2021-02-13 05:17:32 GMT

i forgot to send u an ask but what is the most underrated ship, in your opinion?

i am well-rested now and ready to throw hands ty for this itapol or frankly any poland rarepair. people get scared to experiment with him.... ;-; BUT itapol has canon content!! and honestly hell it could be a love triangle if you wanted because liets cried over jealousy about their friendship before right?? ehehe but yeah i think they'd be so fun and artsy and cute together it just seems very light hearted people just... never touch it. and for WHAT i ask you ;-;;; ??

26 notes • Posted 2021-06-11 03:39:12 GMT

benefits of creating for a small audience:

you can always rely on that one / those two people to always give reception about your content.

the only update schedule you need to stick to is your own.

you're self-sufficient. you don't let numbers determine if you'll post again or not.

your profile has a charm to it; you're hidden treasure; personal; exclusive.

you're more approachable. you're seen as an equal, not a celebrity.

there's no one to be disappointed in you.

you're creating more genuine, less pandering content.

there's too many creators nowadays, the algorithm has likely just screwed you over.

you're improving and working for yourself, and that is so good.

27 notes • Posted 2021-01-22 16:17:49 GMT

loving the energy on tumblr lately, if you have a baltics icon rn have a good day 😍✨

35 notes • Posted 2021-08-06 20:13:07 GMT

but.... sometimes I bake just the apple skins to make apple crisps when I've peeled an apple to make apple pie

why would you eat any fruit hot

37 notes • Posted 2021-03-02 23:35:08 GMT

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