#Blancorambles🖤

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Pregnancy Headcannons for CASTIN AND THE BARONESS

AHAKSHS I'm hype for this storyline and the whole shabang🙌🏾 I'm saying this as I'm writing A Warren oneshot, that i was supposed to finish last month but Whatever~

Say HELLO to the most exquisite baby gifts EVER for a BABY SHOWER. The gifts consist of baby clothes probably from Modas👀, That the Baroness will probably cry over, adorable toys that Castin's solider's spent half of their allowances on that's literally a plastic sword, hand carved building blocks and a teddy for the baby to lay with. And don't even get me started on the crib (Castin made it himself, I won't take any criticism)

The uncomfortablity of waddling and back pain is one thing but those cravings are dangerous. First its simple things like sweets or simple things she would want on daily basis that you want during your day but then its your daily meat dinner covered in chocolate and gravy. Or even spicy foods that she wouldn't dare eat that burn her tongue but soothes the baby or babies👀, The Baroness claims it is what she wants when Castin hands her the dish in a concerning way, but he doesn't pry nor does he stop her as the "appeling" cravings she has during the day resurface.

HER BELLY! The Baroness was a bit shy and embarrassed when her stomach started showing, indicating that she really was pregnant and everybody knows now that its not a secret. However, Castin is shamelessly obsessed with her belly and gets so excited and flustered when he feels like the baby/babies moving around, kicking and pushing into his hand. But he doesn't like it when others tries to touch her belly without PERMISSION, only the queen is allowed. No one else. Since Castin and the Baroness have vinyl player in their bedroom he plays any record they have to either slow dance with the baroness to soothe her mind or to calm the baby/babies by humming and talking to them.

MASSAGES! Just massages. Waddling around while being pregnant and still having to do work and act on duties not only as a wife but a image for the people, takes a HUGE toll on her feet and back. So what does Castin do, Spoil her rotten like always, anything to get her away from work and for to relax and read in a bath or on their bed almost immediately ready to fall asleep from soothing the pain and needles in her feet and ankles.

I had WAY to much fun with this. If I get more ideas for headcannons I will CONTINUOUSLY add more to this everyday until we get our audio, NOW Let me get back to work on this Warren one shot before I go to bed🏃🏾

#desmond asmr #desmond asmr castin #Baroness desmond asmr #Blancorambles🖤

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IF YOUR LONELY, COME BE LONELY WITH ME...

Summary: Nightmares couldn't be more real then fighting for your life, especially when you haven't had them for years. Warren awakes from a nightmare and has trouble falling back asleep but fortunately someone, who's the first in a long time to treat him like a person... Understands his pain

Crimson red seeped through Warren's fingers coating his scarred hand and dripping on the patchy gravel. His shoulder, gashed and piercing through his entire nervous system like salt. Shit. He grumbled under his breath wiping the blood from his lip, snatching for the rouged handle, barely even registering the mirror like cracks in the dusty material.

Chants and roars echoed through the pits, eager for a show that they paid for to the death. Foaming at the mouth like animals and a gleam of satisfaction at my pain. Warren glared at the crowd with, feeling his eyebrows dig into his forehead.

A guard chuckled kicking pebbles, swinging his sword and nodding to the audience with a grin that told a thousand truths behind his gloating, cocky exterior. It made his throat tighten behind the strangling strap around his neck, telling him his place.

He couldn't lose...?

He gulped, glaring before reaching and raising the cracked sword, pressing his entire palm into the hilt of handle and his shoulder ached even more causing the sword to falter a little.

And then his smile widened, his fucking smile widened with masochism dripping from his eyes and then- he lunged, fast, relentlessly with a monstrous attack that made Warren barely be able to block which made him stumble slightly and slam against the metal bars behind him, hands and fingers gripped at his skin from behind him attempting to hold him in place, digging into the flesh with a thrilled excitation. The guard raised his sword high and roared with crazy smile, causing spit to fly from his mouth.

He couldn't lose....

With a quick reflex, Warren bared his teeth around one of the audience members arm and bit down, ravishing the skin until he drew blood which made them jerk back, tossing the other sword into his injured arm and blocked with a wobbling effort. Warren then rolled from under the violet hold and stood on one knee, breathes strangling his throat as he tried to catch air before the next rushed assault came.

Blocking, Parrying. Blocking, Parrying. Again and again. Without a second breath, other cuts plastered his bare skin. Shit. The guard raised his chin and scowled, Worm. Falling out his mouth as he spit blood at the dirt, ready for another violet assault. Dizziness played in my eyes, creating spirals of light to dance.

He couldn't lose...

He couldn't lose...

He couldn't....

A figure appeared at the corner of his eye as he lunged forward, foot forward. A women, a noble. A face he couldn't forget. It made his throat dry and swell slightly, or rather the singular gash stopped him dead in his tracks. One across the chest, near his heart, made his throat swell.

Warren swayed before dropping his sword and tumbling to the patchy dirt, that bit into his face and neck. The crowd erupted into hoots and chanting, throwing jabs at the "The Most Famous Gladiator in Steelgate". He shook almost violently as a cold washed over him as he attempted to crawl near the gate, near her. Near the woman who abandoned him. To save him. How could she do this to me? How could she stand there and watch?. As he reached out the scrap of a sword made him freeze as the guard stopped near him, glaring and smiling with so many words in his mouth.

Warren glared and continue to crawl near the gate as another figure appeared from the shadows. Another he couldn't forget either. One he looked for after he was taken away. His last blood. His last family. His brother. Warren wrapped his bloody hand around the bar, before the shadow of a heavyweight hit his neck and darkened the amber lights.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜

A chill of coldness suddenly washed over him as he jolted awake blurring vision staring up at the darkened living room ceiling, hand to his heart and struggling for air. Mouth wide and trembling, almost like a yearning scream was lodged in the back of his dry throat. He was alive?, he questioned, the thought almost unreliable to believe as his hand enclosed around his neck, searching for the pressure that choked him almost to death.

Coughing and sputtering, sweating and sniffling, Warren wiped his brow and buried his head into his knees, clenching the weighted blanket for assurance. A dream? A nightmare?. When did he start having those?. And why did it seem so real?. Every thought was never a solution to the answers he wanted, to why she was their. Why he was their and the distant look in his eyes. Almost like he didn't know who Warren was. But the memories didn't lie. And that sensation of discomfort and loss was very real. He cleared his throat feeling a sharpness of a bitter and dull sensation that ran dry on his tongue.

He needed water. Warren lifted himself off the couch as best he could, trembling legs and blurry vision made him feel immobile as he stumbled into Cupcakes table of potions and bookshelves full of thousands of history. He soon made himself to the kitchen, dishes clattered and cupboards rattled as he slammed them shut, rummaging through the shelves like a mad man for a cup and soon getting the water he needed and Downing it.

Water dripped from his chin and down his neck, wiping away the remaining droplets relieved him from the dryness of threatening memories. His hand flexed around the cup as his thoughts still ran vigorously. Nightmares. He scoffed. They were unbecoming of him. He hadn't had them around his last master and the one before that.

So why now?. Was it the pressure of having the freedom of looking for his brother or just his mind reminding him of what he was. Warren scoffed again, rubbing his neck, subconsciously checking for the scar that he had felt, almost real. As he walked out of the kitchen, a faint light caught his attention, it illuminated the cloudy darkness that indicated that a late night storm was coming. Cupcake was still awake?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Coffee stained pages brushed against her finger, squinting ever so slightly at the cursive words illuminated by the amber light. Cupcake yawned. She was diving in her fourth book of the night, it was currently late morning as sleep was being her enemy.

Sleep didn't come easy when it came to her, nothing ever came easy to her. Whether it was staying up late nights to get the formula right to her experiments, monitoring her plants so that they would flourish with no problem, erasing staggering pencil marks on her sketch book pages. Being a scientist wasn't easy, but being overworked and perfectionist didn't come easier. She wondered on late nights like this if everyone had thoughts like that, to stay awake and read till the sun shined, "Why couldn't I sleep". "What left me so restless?". But no matter what she asked there was never a answer willing to make up for the loss of sleep she was getting. But behind that silence there were other answers to questions she'd been asking all night.

"How can I appeal to the counsel?"

"What else can I do to make them understand why i do what I do?"

"Why did I leave home?"

"What am I doing this all for?"

It was bombarding her. It was all bombarding her. Cupcake sighed, a sudden frustration washed over. She closed the book ever so slightly, clenching it beneath her fingers ready to fling the book at the wall before a creek caught her attention near the open stairs. Warren peeked his head around the corner, eyeing the illuminated room before looking at Cupcake and the amount of books at her side.

"Hey". She said clearing her throat and placing the book down by her bed. "I didn't know you were still awake, did I wake you?". Something was off. He grunted shaking his head, stumbling slightly against the door frame, as if he wanted to be closer into the room. "I didn't know you were still awake either" he rubbed at his throat, soreness still present and aching. "I just got up to get some water". He picked at the wood at the wall. Silence fell over the room as Cupcake observed Warren. The stumbling, the roughness in his throat, the semblance of leftover sweat that clung to his forehead. Cupcake was familiar with those symptoms far too well.

"Warren are you okay?, you look a little... Shaken up". Cupcake asked sincerely. Warren jaw clenched as his stare turned defiant, well tried to if not for the exhaustion that pulled at his eyelids. "Yeah" He scoffed, "I'm good". Warren was usually the one that always fell asleep first. As much as he would've hated to admit it, even when we first got here. He had fought sleep like the plague before he ever decided to sleep around her. He was a deep sleeper and not much could wake him, not even when Cupcake got up and started working on her daily chores for the day. And waking up in the night for water was a bit unlike him. Cool, calm and collected is what Warren said when he was around her. But Cupcake saw through it. Why wouldn't she?

"I just-" he stammered, scoffing again about to turn his heels. "I just wanted to see why you were awake, good night". Cupcake crawled to end of her bed, quick to tell him not to leave but stopped herself before asking, "Did you have a nightmare Warren?". He stilled, stiffening, glaring at her over his shoulder. "It wasnt-".

It wasn't the heat of the moment to embarrass him or make it feel bad for it, but rather to know. To know why he still carried himself like this. Nightmares were normal, they happened to everyone, weak, strong, alone or together. And the nightmares he faced were never gonna be under bed, in the shadows lurking around the corner or in the closet. They were inside him and they were tormenting him and he was letting them.

She extended a hand out to him with a fond expression and a knowing smile that made him falter. He wanted to walk away. He wanted to ask her why she would care if he had a nightmare or not. She was his master, his owner.. She wasn't supposed-. A gentle hand enclosed around his calluses palm, pulling him away from the cold stairway.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The sheets were soft under his hands, a scent of flowers and books surrounded the comforter as she wrapped it over him. That's not to say that her couch wasn't comfortable despite the living room being the best place he's ever slept, but something about the smell of the room itself made him feel dizzy. The room was now dark and only illuminated by the moon that still peeked out from the dark clouds. Distant thunders rattled the walls. Cupcake reached a unsure hand near him, under his ear and head before moving him closer to her chest, over her heart. He could feel his face warm up slightly as his body stiffened under her touch. What.... What was this?. What was she doing?. Warren questioned as her heartbeat echoed through his ears. Calm... Steady... Fluttering.

Was... This allowed?. He lifted his head slightly, ready to ask her why she doing this, what was the point in allowing this behavior that all of the counsel would disapprove of. Cupcake placed a hand over his head, gently pushing him back to her chest. Soft fingers scratched at his scalp and rubbed his neck, while her other hand rubbed over his back. Releasing the tension like it was never there. That was his cue that he needn't move but just to stay.

"Its gonna be okay". Cupcake whispered as she nuzzled her chin into his hair. Its- its gonna be okay? When had anyone told him that?. Why did she tell him that?. Weights began overshadow his eyelids as he could feel himself sinking deeper into her chest. Over her heart.

Rhythmic, Slower, Reassuring. It was everything that she was. And more. Warren had known a rough life since the day he was put in chains and branded with a collar. Soft beds, eternal words and long lasting nights that didn't end up with him bundled in a corner on a bloody floor was something he'd cling to forever if he could. Breathing in the scent of the flowers still clinging to her clothes, He wrapped his arm around her waist and under her Back and nestled in closer.

This was unlike him in so many ways. A slave laying in bed with his master? The city would have a fit, maybe even collapse. But for once He wondered how many dreams he'd actually get tonight for once. Warm darkness enclosed around him and nothing was felt other the softness of her hand in his hair and words.

"If your lonely, come be lonely with me"

#cupcake desmond asmr #desmond asmr warren #desmond asmr #Blancorambles🖤 #This took WAYYY too long but its finished so.... enjoy🖤

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DESMOND IS SETTING US UP FOR GOOD THINGS Y'ALL🙏🏾

Its only the first part and he's already set up so many affects, so many feels and SO MANY EMOTIONS🏃🏾and the protectiveness🤭

Oh to be the baroness goddess

#desmond asmr #Blancorambles🖤

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SOLARIE SPOILERS Y'ALL

We gotta give Erik his props because I would've never guessed that wasn't Hederal when he start talking like... My man sounds good🤭 However, The execution that William did to get rid of the Bennett Clan was well done since they had a hand in the inversion but everybody else getting involved was unnecessary by default is not acceptable, Vincent being upset broke my heart entirely

Darlin walking before they do something they regret is SO ME🚶🏾

Well Sammy said "fuck this shit🚶🏾" and I don't blame him cuz I didn't get turned just to be in clan drama that I didn't even know about. Now that Sam has left, Him and Darlin should go ahead and pack up they house and move away from Dahlia because their is way TOO MUCH DRAMA. Their is never a moment where they can just lay down and have a happy day without somebody messing something up. Lovely and Vincent too leave with us, lets go

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted lovely #redacted vincent #Blancorambles🖤

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how do you feel about the latest episode on castin and baroness?

I LOVE IT. It was SOO GOOD. The execution of the audio was magnificent. It gave us such a amazing insight further into the baronesses life style, the Coastal Empire and what her backstory and childhood was like.

It was expected that something would happen on this trip, now that the baroness is pregnant and there's a war still going on and now the disagreement between Castin and the Baroness about her title and how she should give it up just to be safe.

DESMOND KNOWS TO BE IMMERSIVE IN HIS AUDIOS🤭

#desmond asmr castin #baroness desmond asmr #Blancorambles🖤

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I'M ACTING UP Y'ALL IT'S OVER

ANTON🤝🏾BA

#redacted asmr #redacted anton #redacted audio #men with accents😌 #Blancorambles🖤

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If you could choose the name of castins and the baroness’ baby boy/girl what would you choose?

I NEVER WOULD'VE THOUGHT I'D GET THIS QUESTION OH MY✋🏾😭

Ok ok ok.... So me personally I HC that the baroness might have twins, which I'm sure that their are others in the Desmond fandom who think so too so.... But her kids would definitely have names that represent how she sees them so...

For the Boy his name would KAIZA which means Powerful Leader, Being a leader comes in different ways, Whether its diplomatic or On the field like his father

For the Girl her name would AHVI which means The sun, To the be the sun you burn bright, whether its to destroy or provide, And she's Castin's baby girl so y'know the sun is always protected

#Blancorambles🖤 #baroness desmond asmr #desmond asmr castin #AHHH I LOVED THIS ASK #THANK YOU🙌🏾🖤

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ATTENTION ONE ATTENTION ALL UPON THE FANDOMS

I have been on this app for like a year at most and...I have taken it upon myself to step out of my comfort zone and am Allowing Asks, Submissions, Any type of HEADCANNONS about my favorite characters or yours and what not. Why? Because I love to articulate my words like a reporter and speak my mind. ASK AWAY. SAY YOUR CENTS

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My name is Carteblanco. You can call me carte. Or Blanco. Either way is fine with me. I am Blackity BLACK. My pronouns are she/her/hers. I am 18, you'd think I'd remember to put it in my bio after a year but better late than never, right?💀

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I have a special interest in Asmr(Redacted audio, Desmond Asmr, Zsakuva, COD, Anime etc etc, Especially JJk, Attack on titan, Demon slayer, Summertime rendering, Castlevania, Hellsing and Mha)

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I do simple oneshots or headcannons for some of my favorite things are just lurk💀, I'm active now and then on here whenever I wanna gossip (Asks are always open and available🤷🏾)

#redacted asmr #I might need to make a special tag for asks and submissions #All mutals and followers HELP ME OUT Y'ALL #Blancorambles🖤 #intro post

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I just ate some spaghetti and then sat on the couch before saying "I need somethin sweet..."

It's over for me.

Girl.... The way i just Cackled🏃🏾

I know that feeling💀 That's how I am after i eat spicy food, and suddenly wanna stuff my face with a tub of ice cream

#Blancorambles🖤 #or maybe its just a black ting we go through all the time💀

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I'm never gonna get over that THUMBNAIL Desmond put up for the return of Prince Desmond, and to be fair I'm excited for this remastered version of the story but I really need to know how...

We ended up at a ball in the old version and now we're seeing balls in the new version.

WHAT EXACTLY OCCURED TO US BEING HERE AND NOT AT THE DANCE DISCUSSING SOCIAL SEASON? Unless....

Ooh I wonder if that means more worldbuilding theories👀 More incite on our Tigeress of the Coast herself and the Prince who hates his tower and will do anything to get out of it

#desmond asmr #Blancorambles🖤 #WHO TRYNA GOSSIP WITH ME? #Carte-Gossip☕

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Oh that's not.... I mean....

We can blush but you can't see it.... Flustered, Fidgety or ANYTHING...

Who wrote this?🕵🏾

#Blancorambles🖤

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Riddle me this

If your parents tell you to wash the dishes does that mean to clean the whole house?

LMFAOOO AKAHSKS

I've been around my mom all my life and I'm the one who knows her the most, and when your parents are up at the crack of dawn and wake up to tell you to wash the dishes, subconsciously their telling to clean up the whole house, especially when they chose a date to clean up the house

I don't make rules, BUT ITS THE TRUTH ANON

#Blancorambles🖤 #AT THE CRACK OF DAWN THEY WANNA CLEAN UP THE WHOLE HOUSE

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HIGHFIVE, If you wanna be my friend✋🏾

#Blancorambles🖤

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Born to write life changing fanfics/books 🤝🏾 Loves to nap and listen to asmr

#Blancorambles🖤 #Carte-Gossip☕