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cuddles-and-kisses · 3 years

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Lazy Sunday Mornings on a Saturday

Jamari belongs to @yandereaffections! I just write fanfictions and theories.

A/N: I don't have hair that could support locs but I had partners a few years ago that did. I'm writing the best I can; please tell me if I portrayed anything wrong.

Trigger warning: Tooth rotting fluff

Have you ever seen a puppy get excited? When they’re running around, tripping over their paws, yipping, along with jumping at your legs. Imagine instead of a puppy, it’s a five-foot-nine, semi-truck of a man. Yeah, that’s what I woke up to this morning. “Babe. It’s locs day! Instacart brought the groceries you asked for and the hair stuff is on the table.” I call him Puppy for a reason.

Sunlight flows through the blinds, into our bedroom, dripping onto his face. Shit, you’re really pretty like this. The skincare routine I forced him into is paying off; his skin is more radiant lately. Can locs day wait a little bit? I want to stay in his arms a little longer. He’s a human furnace and oh so cuddly. His normal voice flusters me from the simplest sentences. Muttering into my ear is attempted murder. This man is too sadistic to me. Pretty face, intoxicating voice, cuddly body, tender laugh, wholesome personality. How did I get so lucky with you, My Love? You’re acting like all the things I do for you are a big deal. To me, they’re the least I can do to show the true extent of my love. Learning your habits as well as preferences. Familiarizing myself with your mindset. Coaching you on how to unlearn the harmful behaviors you picked up in self-defense. Manipulating you to love yourself as much as I do. Learning new dessert recipes. It’s the bare minimum for someone like you.

“Do we have to change out of our PJs?” You look so at peace when you’re wearing PJs. It only adds to how at home you make me feel. Of course, you’ll say no, we don’t have to. Maybe because we’re staying home; maybe because I don’t have my own PJs so I’ll seamlessly steal yours. Either way, I’m ok with it. You gently kiss my forehead then start to get up. Shifting the navy blue comforter off of you and putting on the fuzzy pink bunny slippers I bought for your birthday. You’re wearing the burgundy satin bonnet I bought last week along with a plain tank top and white boxers with hearts scattered on them. Like I said, so pretty. Your body heat prevents me from wearing much to bed, not that you’d complain though.

It’s my turn to get out of bed and get dressed. Everything is right where I left it last night. Fuzzy lounge pants atop of plush socks rest at my feet before I put them on. We’ve recently upgraded to a queen-sized mattress. Our old bed frame couldn’t accommodate a queen so we had to get a new bed frame too. We both sought after a bed with storage to replace the dresser at the end of our old bed. The headboard has a few cubbies which led us to move the bedside tables to beside the couch. It feels like a lazy Sunday even though it’s Saturday. Who really cares though? It’s locs day and I get to watch My Puppy be as giddy as ever.

I shuffle to the bathroom cause I’m not exactly dehydrated. The bathroom isn’t the most spacious but we sorted out a routine to dance around each other. You watch me through the mirror and smile at yourself. The bathroom doesn’t have the best ventilation so the mint and earth fragrance of body wash lingers in the air. Your dirty towel was left in the bathtub but it can wait until later. You’re brushing your teeth for the first time today. Before we moved in together, depression made me struggle with brushing my teeth every day. On the other hand, you brush your teeth two to three times a day. Our hopeless romanticness drags me with him. It’s adorable how romantic you can get; I never forget how loved or wanted I am. Thank you for that.

Afterward, I wash my hands for twenty seconds as you’re hugging me from behind. I watch the soap bubble up in my hands instead of getting lost in how firm you’re holding me. Or how soft your lips are against my neck. Or how you’re breathing so close to my ear. Or the soft hymns you let out every once and a while. A cute domestic life is the best life. You can’t prove me wrong, cause I’m not. The cute domestic life with my first love is every hopeless romantic’s dream life. And now, it’s my life. I quickly splash some water on my face, brush my face then head to the kitchen. Sand beige crunches under my slippers on the few feet that make up our apartment hallway.

The first task of locs day is baking something sweet. I found an alternative peach cobbler recipe on tic tok. Fresh peach slices, Unrolled croissants, brown sugar, butter, cinnamon, and a little bit of cooking wine. I cut the peaches into eight slices then unroll the croissants. All the while Jamari mixes brown sugar and butter together then pops them in the microwave. The recipe will make eight peach things which means I’ll get two and Jamari will steal the other six. We take turns spreading the brown butter mixture on one side of the croissants and then rolling them back up with two peaches tucked in the middle. The oven’s preheated to four hundred degrees so it beeps at us. We ran out of the brown butter mixture and needed to make more to pour over the peach things. They’re resting in the pan, almost ready to be baked for 30 minutes. All that’s left is a light dusting of cinnamon in addition to a half cup of cooking wine.

After I slid the pan into the oven I realized how sticky my fingers are. Might as well not let any food go to waste. right? I lick my fingers clean while glancing around the kitchen. “Why are you staring at me?” The epiphany hits me like a semi-truck. Oh my god, get out of my kitchen you dirty dirty boy. We’re both laughing as we clean up the kitchen. Everything is back in its place or in the dishwasher in no time. I drape my arms over his shoulders to lean some of my weight onto him. Jamari slides his hands around my lower back and pulls me into him as he leans against the counter.

We stay there for a while alternating between savory make-outs and simply gazing into each other’s eyes. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s studied the details of my face. I’d bet money I don’t have that he could find me in a crowd just by looking at people’s left nostrils. I don’t know how to describe his features. They’re not delicate but they’re not sharp. They’re gentle but still assertive. His eyes are always half-closed but he’s still so expressive. It took a few weeks to learn his quirks. He persistently tries so hard to keep a stoic front around me but always looks more relaxed around me. Even before we started dating. I’m embarrassed to say it took a few months to learn where he holds his stress. His arms are lazily holding me to him. I can’t see any tension in his jaw. He’s completely content standing like this; plus, I can tell he’s basking in this moment. I rest my head on his chest then he kisses the top of my head.

My hands are always cold and always find their way to his neck or sides. My ear is right against his chest so I can hear his heartbeat and breathing. Everything sounds normal and strong as ever. Speaking of strong, I know I said he was cuddly but he’s ripped under that. He’s lost a little bit over the past few months; I need to fix that. Old Spice Timber body wash washes over me and grounds me back to him. He’s trailing his hands along my back. I’m getting sleepy again, darn you Puppy. How dare you make me feel so safe and comfy. How dare you make me love you. Curse you and your romanticism and your gravel voice and your perfect cuddles. Curse you for creating a safe space beside yourself for me and unconditionally loving me. You’re so rude for showing me what love feels like.

I watched the clock and waited for 20 minutes to pass. Can’t forget the oven mitts before I burn my hand to a crisp. Jamari has already grabbed the vanilla ice cream by the time I’ve taken his weakness out of the oven. Barely leaving time to set it atop of the stove. Heaven permeates the air. Warm cinnamon, fresh biscuits, baked brown sugar. Our apartment smells like a bakery, but better. Now the hardest part begins. Making a man who’s built like a semi-truck, taller than me, stronger than me, and willing to kill over a good brownie wait until the peach thing cools down a little. How I am going to do that; I have no idea. But! I can try. My first attempt is a bear hugging him. It doesn’t work for two seconds. My second attempt is holding the cupboard shut so he can’t get a bowl. That lasted maybe twenty seconds. One hand gripping my wrist the other one gripping my waist. I don’t know if he growled or hymned behind my ear; but, I’m undeniably incapacitated. We’re both smiling as we scramble to get our way. He wants to eat sweets, I don’t want him to burn his tongue so he can actually taste it. He eventually turns me around and picks me up by my armpits to plop me on the counter. Followed by planting his hands on either side of my legs. “I’m going to eat something sweet in the next 30 seconds and you can’t stop me.” Oh god, he’s staring daggers into my eyes. I’m not scared of him; but, he can be really intimidating.

My face heats up as I stutter a bit. Was that an innuendo? He’s staring into my soul. Is he, smirking?? Oh, it’s on. He’s not getting away with flustering me without consequences. My fingers snake behind his jaw subsequently pulling him to me. He’s caught on by now and grabs behind my knees to pull me closer to him. A few euphoria-laced kisses later, he remembers what’s sitting on the stove. I hop off the counter so he can get our bowls and spoons. The ice cream has thawed a bit at this point so it’s a perfect consistency. My Baby gets us both a piece of the peach thing as I grab the ice cream scoop then pop the container open. He gets two scoops of vanilla ice cream while I give myself one. He kisses the side of my head followed by him practically trotting off to the living room. I stay behind to put the ice cream back in the fridge.

He’s sitting in front of the couch with his legs tucked under the living room table. We’ve found a show to watch together on Netflix. He’s currently trying to get the TV to work with him. Rattail comb, Lock It Up gel, an assortment of butterfly clips from the ’90s, a few hair ties, a happy Baby, and our show. Yup, all set. I set my bowl on the table then toss my leg to sit behind him on the couch. He took his bonnet off after he sat down. It’s currently laying to the side of all the retwisting supplies. I use grabby hands to ask for my bowl back. His locs will be there after I eat. Ya know how I said it smells heavenly? Well, it tastes like all things good in this world. Sugar, spice, and the contrast of the vanilla ice cream is Jamari’s weakness for a reason. I forgot to peel the skin off the peaches but it’s ok. The struggle to cut through them with a spoon is worth it.

He’s on his second peach thing by the time I finish my first. I have to warn him about getting a stomach ache if he eats too much sugar too fast. He insists he’ll be fine but doesn’t go back for a third serving just yet. Bird songs poke through the quieter moments. We have a few feeders on the porch couples with a few wind spinners. Sunlights gushes in through the sliding glass door and casts a slight glare on the TV. The weather is supposed to be nice today. Hopefully, we can get the screen door to slide over to let some fresh air in. The apartment is a little stuffy if you pay too close attention. The stock-colored walls and vaguely worn-out carpet don’t scream of anything remarkable. We’ve been working to make it feel more like a home but at the end of the day; we’re asleep in each other’s embrace. It’s home enough for me and that seems to be enough for My Love.

I start by dividing his hair into six sections by using the hair ties to create five space buns. I reach over him to snag the locking gel, rattail comb, with a small handful of clips just in case. First things first, make sure none of the locs are sharing hairs. Next is using the comb to tidy up the borders of each loc section. I prefer to use the twisting method with the smallest amount of gel securing it with a butterfly clip as necessary. He doesn’t care what method I’m using since I’m playing with his hair and all of my attention is on him. His hair is really thick so I have to take breaks every so often. My Baby massages my arms when I lean on him and hang my arms over his shoulders. I’m in the perfect position to kiss along his earlobes. So, as any reasonable person would do, I take advantage of it. Just have to be careful around his piercings.

It’s late afternoon when I finish twisting. My biceps feel like death. We’ve turned the TV volume up a notch to drown out the upstairs neighbors. We have an inside joke about tap dancing instead of walking. I half walk half jog to the bedroom then bring back a clean bonnet. Neither of us wants product getting on the pillows. And I deserve cuddles, damn it.

The rest of the day is dedicated to Netflix, cuddles, and delivery pizza with a side of breadsticks. “Thank you, Baby. What would I do without you?” And with that, I’m a flustered mess. You’re a sadistic, Puppy. As much as I’m overwhelmed with puppy love.

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felsdumpsterfire · 3 years

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As promised @yandereaffections! One Agapito Adolfo coming up UwU

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dalishwolfhound · 5 years

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This is my new good boy Jamari Mclean. He's an almost entirely (except the hair) randomised sim that I accidentally fell in love with.

He's a soft baby who has never had a job because he grows and sells good quality plants 🌱🌱

#i love him very much #please ask me questions #my ocs #jamari mclean

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bonky-boo · 6 years

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DRIFTING IN SPACE

Art of my character Captain Jamari (An 11 year old captain of a spaceship) and his homunculus, Gargoyle.They’re from a sci-fi d&d thing I’m working on with the bro uwu

Speedpaint > https://youtu.be/pR8rzdLRLoo

Reblog and like for suppport!

#artz #my art #jamari #jamari oc #oc #d&d #sci-fi d&d #future fantasy sci-fi #space #art #lineless #galacticsodaartz #d&d oc #sci-fi oc #sci-fi art #cartoon art

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tsukikoayanosuke · 3 years

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ueee- Congrats on the milestone!! hehe can request Oc x Canon hsbhsbshbs-- With uh-- Jamil. 🤩 Romantic, angst to fluff pls i would like 🤲 thank uu // Her name is-- Aiennor, Diasomnia 2nd year, long pink hair with faded yellow tips and light pink eyes-- She has braids in her hair, and often wears lolita outfits, shes-- shy? to an extent, but sometimes shes loud, but overall very nice, her magic type is wind. Uee? Thats pretty much it~ You can dm me for more info~ i'll send a pic ueee

Angst to fluff, he~? Well, nothing says 'angst' better than your usual reincarnation au. Well, the angst part was very soft in this. I hope you don't mind. And I think I went a bit to overboard on this. ^^’

Now, I hope I portray Aeinnor well. Sorry if I made some mistake in her personality or characteristic.

Slightly inspired by Ai no Scenario by CHiCO with HoneyWorks. Not gonna lie, I always wanted to write this scenario

(This will be put under the 25000 Hits Celebration)

Heartbeat Scenario

It was a tale as old of time. A tale of forbidden love.

Once upon a time, there lived a boy who worked as the palace gardener named Jamari with hair and eyes as dark as the night sky. A talented young boy who must suppress his talents for a servant should never be better than the royal family they served. He couldn't protest or raise his voice. Which was why when a foreign prince came to court the princess, he didn't say a word to object.

Even knowing she was engaged, it didn't stop Gardener Boy Jamari to visit his best friend, the princess herself. He would climb the tree next to her bedroom window when it was open and the princess was seen doing her paperwork. They would exchange small talks and listen to her sing a small melody. These were the special moments where Jamari could be free to express himself through whispers and he loved every moment with her.

It didn't take long for him to find out about the unfair abuse the princess must suffer because of his daring acts. He would see the bastard prince glared at him through the closed window. It was a silent declaration from Jamari: "You dare to hurt her. I'll make you regret it."

~~~

It was a tale as old of time. A tale of forbidden love.

Once upon a time, there lived a young princess named Aira, with hair as beautiful as the cherry blossom petal and eyes in a light pink rose color. A kind princess maybe the most gentle. She would never hurt a fly or speak up for herself. Which was why when a prince from the land across the sea named Tobias came and offered a hand in marriage, she didn't say no.

Even with her engagement, it didn't stop Princess Aira from hanging out with her best friend, the sweet gardener boy. She would come by the rose garden with a book in hand to chat with the boy while he was working, exchanging small talks and giggling from his jokes. These were the rare moments where Aira could come out from her shell and she loved every moment with him.

It didn't last forever for Prince Tobias soon knew about her meetings with the gardener boy. He didn't take it well and would slap her for being disloyal. Aira could only cry as he ordered, "Don't you dare meet that lowly peasant again!"

~~~

That night was a magical night for both of them.

When Princess Aira woke up from her light sleep, the wind blew into her room, the curtain danced along with the breeze. And crouching on the windowsill with the bright yellow moon shining behind him was Jamari.

"Just take my hand. I promise I'll protect you and never leave your side."

Thus, when Prince Tobias came to check on her, Aira was nowhere to be seen. The pair ran off into the night, laughing at their newfound freedom, never to be seen again.

~~~

"Wait!"

"E-Eh?!" The pink-haired girl's eyes were widened, almost terrified as her eyes glanced to her wrist that was being held by Jamil. "C-Can I help you?"

Jamil wanted to smack himself of how out of character he was acting. What was he thinking, going up to the Diasomnia girl who he had never spoken to before, only noticing her during their first year sorting ceremony?

Jamil gulped. "Sorry." He slowly took off the hand which she pulled her hand almost immediately, caressing her wrist close to her chest. "I think I have mistaken you as someone else."

"O-Oh." She ducked her head, blush dusted his cheeks. She stole glances at him, didn't know how to act. "S-Sorry."

"It's alright. We should start over." He stretched out his hand. "My name is Jamil."

The girl hesitated at first but she slowly reached for him. "I'm Aiennor." Her smile was gentle, her blush was adorable, and her cherry blossom hair brought something that made his heart beat faster for a foreign nostalgic feel.

~~~

"Hey, Aiennor. Did you know?"

"What?"

"I think we're fated to be together."

"What the heck, Toby!" Aiennor giggled. Her boyfriend Toby always says nonsense stuff like this, but Aiennor would always fell to his charm over and over again. They had been dating for a few weeks now, maybe almost a month, and the giddy feeling was still there for Aiennor.

The student in front of them turned toward him, glaring at the pair. "Can you be quiet for a moment?" he hissed, "Some of us here is trying to study."

"Oops~" Toby sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, Jamil." Aiennor meanwhile closed her mouth, ducking her red face because of embarrassment.

Jamil's eyes lingered at her a bit longer before he rolled his eyes and turned back to Mr. Trein. Aiennor felt quite bad really, especially when Jamil was the one who complained. That boy had been nothing but nice toward her.

~~~

Jamil always felt that the world had been conspiring to make his life worst.

It wasn't enough that he came from a family or servant, but he also had these cryptic dreams. Of a crying princess with cherry blossom hair, reaching for his hand. He never really took her hand for he didn't understand their meaning.

That was until Aiennor came and the princess' face became clearer. He had heard about soulmates whose soul kept being reincarnated but he never thought that it would happen to him as well.

~~~

Aiennor always felt that the world had been pushing her to a revelation.

She still questioning whether it was a great decision for her to study in Night Raven College or if she would fit in Diasomnia. During those times of doubt, she would dream. Of a gentle farm boy with night sky eyes, offering her a hand. She never really to his hand for she didn't understand their meaning.

That was until Jamil came and the farm boy's face became clearer. The tale of soulmates whose soul reincarnate is true, and she's one of the lucky soul. Is this a blessing or a curse?

~~~

History tends to repeat itself and it happened right now.

Jamil knew that Toby was the same bastard prince that abused the princess in his dreams. He knew his agenda of manipulating Aiennor to be his bitch. Oh, he wouldn't let him get off like that.

"You tricked her! I don't wanna see you anywhere near her, you got me?!"

That bastard just laughed. "Hey, she was the one that was dumb enough to believe me!"

It hurt Jamil when Aiennor came in Toby's defense. She trembling when facing him. "D-Don't hit him! G-Go away, you jerk!"

~~~

History tends to repeat itself and it happened right now.

Aiennor once again fell for the sweet talks of her boyfriends after his confrontation with Jamil. "Great Seven, are you okay?"

Toby smiled gently at her. "Yeah... You're so brave!" She went to a blushing mess and her heart fluttered. But something about Jamil's sad looks made her feel guilty.

It was only a few days later when she accidentally overheard Toby's talks to his friends. "I bet if I told her I loved her, she'd be like 'me too'!" He cackled. "That stupid bitch."

She ran away, crying. She had never felt so stupid in her entire life. Didn't this happen before in her dream/memories of her previous life? How could she fell to the same trick? Why did she accept that jerk proposal?

~~~

That day was a heartwarming afternoon for both of them.

Aiennor crashed into Jamil's chest but quickly recovered and stepped back. She kept sobbing. "You knew all along, didn't you? I'm sorry for calling you a jerk..."

But Jamil had already forgiven her. Thus, he stretched out his hand. "I told you I'd always protect you, didn't I?"

Aiennor let out a tearful, but happy chuckle. "What the heck?"

This time, their hand met.

~~~

The princess and the gardener boy were once again reunited in this life.

And may they always be reunited in this heartbeat scenario.

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thealchemytrolls · 4 years

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I drew some of my friends OCs as Animal crossing villagers! I wouldn’t mind making more tbh! So If anyone wants some message me or reblog this with whatever you want me to draw that’d be quite fun!

Order, left to right:

Cupper, Pigeon (my OC)

Beltane, panda-bear ( @rabbit-trolls )

Nasou, Elephant (like her lusus) ( @you-cansci-me )

Modduz, Wolf ( @moddux2 )

Jamari, Turtle ( @ask-swagger-dagger-trolls )

Zurido, Giraffe ( @ask-swagger-dagger-trolls )

Aarnel, Bug ( @roleplayingwithartscape )

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thetimeweaver · 4 years

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Happy Storyteller Saturday! If your OCs were a local cryptid, what would they be? What would be a sign of their presence? What's the urban legend told about them?

Another ask! Thank you @raevenlywrites! These make me day! Though as I did this, I realized I had a lot of children. So here are just a few of my favorites that make sense.

Jamari: Piasa. Not much is known about Jamari, as well as this cryptic, making it the perfect match. But, as the story goes, Ribellione might be known as a forest, but it is also known for its one river and the creature that lives there. You know the piasa is near when the clear water isn’t clear anymore.

Ikariah: Mandrake. As head healer of Ribellione, Ikariah knows his way around plants and herbs. So to not be a mandrake would literally be the worst mistake to make. So, as the story goes, Ribellione is a wild and often forbidden forest filled with creatures that aren’t all that friendly. But they are the least of your problems, for mandrakes are every corner, and one wrong step can instantly cause deafness. You know mandrakes are near, when the ground seems to shift with each step.

Zera: Thunderbird. Zera has always dreamed of escape, whether it be from her family or her husband. So for her to sprout a pair of wings and fly away, is the ultimate goal. As the story goes, on the stormiest of days, you can see a thunderbird soar through the sky. You know she is near when the skies darken and lightning begins to strike.

Amador: White canine. Little is known about the creature who first dared to ]wear the red cloak of the Rogue of Ribellione. But most say to take caution in the darkest of nights, for a creature lingers in the dark. You know Amador is around, when it feels like someone is watching you.

Siward: Kraken. In his youth, Siward had been fascinated with the prospect of setting sail across the sea. But then reality hit hard and his imaginary ship sailed away (with most of his humanity). As the story goes, whoever dares to travel to the city of Pluie, must first cross the seas between. All whilst braving the seas rumored to be the of Le Kraken. They say the kraken is near, when those on board start to lose their minds.

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yandereaffections · 1 year

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Jamari Blackwood (Ya’s Oc) Masterlist

The human embodiment of hard on the outside chewy on the inside Jamari-

Character description

Werewolf

Halloween celebration

Hunted Down

Coming back from the dead

Scary movies

Haunted House

S/o trying to escape their werewolf mate

Werewolf jamari with a s/o who always gets lost

Succubus S/o

Random HC

Werewolf HC

S/o whose hesitant to live with him due to taking care of their sibling

S/o whose flustered by his voice

Gentle affectionate S/o

S/o collapsing due to the pressure put on them from their parents

Scared S/o whose constantly trying to escape

Friendly S/o who cant bring themselves to completely abandon their ex

Happy energetic S/os fun behavior suddenly stopping

Pastry Baker S/o

Trans FTM S/o

Taking care of Sick Male s/o

Pregnant S/o

Abused S/o whos afraid to get into another relationship

Darlings clingy and dependent

S/o has a thing for his piercings

Darling who bites as a love language

S/o who feels safe in his arms

Darling who likes to knit

Waking up to find S/o missing from bed

Waking up to find S/o having a break down on the floor

Goth darling

Distant S/o cuddles up to him in the middle of the night

Wearing his clothes

Playing with his hair

S/o feels second place to his ex

Cubby and innocent S/o

S/o who has never been in a relationship yet and is nervous

Cubby S/o

Yandere Alphabet: D,E,F

Arriving unbelievably late for Valentines date

Soft Spoken and shy S/o

Yandere Alphabet: H,I,U,W,Y

Deaf Darling

Waking up to find his S/o making a surprise breakfast

S/o who constantly goes to the hospital cause of a chronic illness

Darling with a Eating Disorder TW

Chubby S/o getting bullied but hesitant to tell

Darling who has a hard time expressing feelings

Finding a girl with amnesia in a alleyway

Celebrating your birthday

S/o coming home drunk not recognizing who he is

How Jamaris low empathy manifests

Falling asleep on his lap during a movie

S/os his yandere admirer

Baby whose clingy

Narcoleptic S/o

Putting up a fight even after being kidnapped

S/o who talks, moves and walks in their sleep

S/o w/ a little sister trying to break up with him

Baby who reacts physically to intense emotions

Psychoanalyzing him

Yandere S/o not wanting a actual relationship, just wanting to admire from a distance

Childhood Headcannons

Finding Yandere S/os secret room full of photos of him

Breaking up due to figuring out theyre Aro/Ace

S/os the child of a mafia family

Kidnapped S/o breaking down, thankful that they dont have to stress anymore

Pressured into breaking up w/ Jamari

S/o w/ Temporary leg paralysis

Baby who becomes mute when stressed/scared

Yandere S/o kidnapping Jamari

Big male influencer S/o

Amputee S/o who hates their prosthetic arm

Find out Crush is being domestically abused

Baby loving how their attacker said “Knife, to meet you” before stabbing them

Blind S/o who doesnt want to be in a relationship and stay independent

S/o who died has a twin that looks just like them

S/o w/ PTSD

S/o w/ OCD

Walking in on S/o torturing someone TW

S/o who cant feel pain

Calling him “cuddle monster”

Possessive Headcannons

S/o w/ restless leg syndrome

Helping darling sell their BL manga

Possessive S/o whos also been cheated on before

Being introduced to his family

Kidnapped S/o crying themselves to sleep every night

S/o sleeps on a giant teddy bear instead of a mattress

Darling liking to feel up his chest

S/o whose great at escape rooms

Darling whos not used to affection

How Jamari got his Scar TW

S/o whos allergic to the cold

Kidnapped S/o thinking hes going to kill them

Dead S/o coming back as a ghost

S/o flinches due to their childhood

Finding Yandere Male S/o covered in blood

S/o w/ Rejection sensitive dysphoria

Traits Jamaris ex had that would set off his paranoia

S/o whos constantly stressed and control freak

Breaking his jaw in a escape attempt

Queer Platonic relationship with aromantic S/o

Autistic S/o worried to talk about their special interest

S/o that squeezes his chest anytime they can

Begging for him to let you go

S/o got the flu

Fluff HC

S/o Calling jamari to save them from a horrible road trip w/ their mom

Kidnapped S/o attacking him whenever he gets close

What would make Jamaris mom disapprove of you

Clinging to Jamari, refusing to let go after hes been out on a job for awhile

Gamer S/o

Caregiver S/o

Comforting Baby whos having night terrors

Insomniac s/o

His family finding out about his captive s/o

Rejecting him out of fear of being apart of a pattern or being left for someone else

S/o has a coughing tic

Dealing with another flirting with him

Walking in to see s/o holding a knife to their throat TW

Kidnapping S/o whos on their period

Kidnapped s/o starts to dissociate a lot

Kidnapped S/o injuring him everytime he gets close

Jealousy HC

Daughter loves being w/ him

S/o whose a major sweet tooth with a bunch of filled cavities

Kidnapped S/o passing out due to fear the moment they woke up

Getting Jamaris mother to like you

Platonic HC

S/o saying “lol if you ever ask me again i’ll make sure you won’t be able to, tree trunk” when he asks them why their being so cuddly

Decora Kei/Kidcore S/O

Kidnapped S/o almost stabbing him in the chest

Jamari gets kissed by some random person and the S/O sees

S/o needs a video playing in the background to sleep

“I’m sorry, I know it hurts.”

“Sweetheart…what are you doing?”

“Shh, don’t cry. You’re safe with me.”

Touch starved S/o who constantly needs cuddles

How Jamari would pace your relationship together

S/o who has a ton of stuffed animals covering their bed

S/o whos basically the "what's this?" "affection" "disgusting- do it again" meme

Masochistic S/o

QPR with a aromantic S/o who wants to be roommates

Random HC about sweet boi jamari

How he would woo a closed off S/o whos like him

How jamari would react to the silent treatment

Baby whos terrified of storms

Talking his baby to sleep

Taking advantage of The Purge to get his baby

Haunted house

Weredog S/o

S/o got bit by a zombie

Zombie Jamari

Vampire Jamari

Dressing up in couples costumes

Werewolf Jamari during The Purge

S/o thinking he loves them too much due to past trauma

Bumping into his childhood bestfriend darling

Baby w/ Glasses

Germaphobe S/o

Aro S/o being self conscious of their ‘non typical’ relationship

College student s/o

S/os friend acting as his wingman

Fast food worker S/o

Kidnapped Aro S/o

Artist S/o who constantly doodles him

Kidnapped S/o managing to constantly slip out the apartment

Kidnapped S/o doing what he says out of fear

Hero Prompt

Platonic Shape Shifter prompt

Platonic Hunted down

Kidnapped S/o wants to dress up in matching costumes

Werewolf Heat

NS FW bits of HC

Jerking it to a picture of you

Finding Darling dry humping his pillow

Getting hard while cuddling

S/o who has only fans/sells panties

Male S/o teasing him

NS FW hc

Car Sex

#jamari #jamari blackwood #jamari my oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x yandere #yandere smut #yandere lemon #masterlist #hair? DOWN #feeling? LOVED #i realized i never drew him with his hair down #dont look too closely at anything ill find and feed you to the alligators #YANDEREAFFECTIONS GOLDEN MASTERLIST #Last updated 4/22/23 #Last updated 4/24/23

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interwebluvr · 8 months

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1st batch of silliness. (2nd will probably contain the rest of the woman :3 ….)

#my art :3 #jamari king #marcus johnson #ocs #doodle #silly little guys #explodes them with my mind

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bucketogrubsarchive · 4 years

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Quick Fire Facts about the muses!

(Editor Beezie here aka the mun: I will be doing small quick fires of the muses of this blog. This will include upcoming ones too. Just a few four headcanon facts about the guys.These are the official headcanon of the fantrolls in this blog. There is more facts about the trolls but these are the only facts I can tell you without spoiling their whole backstories. If you wish to know more about the mueses please send in a ask and find out. )

Calice Wahron

.Calice makes her own paints at home by mixing flowers,precious stones and clay hence the name dirt paintings or rivercolors.

Calice is highly allergic to salt water, because of her genetic mutation of an olive with sea dweller gills and fins.

Her horns are based off the clovers of the bermuda buttercup or the buttercup oxalis that grow in winter months in the state I’m in and they’re my favorite flower. While her design is slightly based on the book Winds in the willow.

Calice’s sign is the mun’s homestuck zodiac sign.

Eponia Hompis

Eponia was originally a ship baby between two canon characters that the mun no longer ships. But still show a little bit of the ship what she was formally was once in a while whenever interacting with others or in rps.

Yes the mun is fully aware she’s been writing Eponia’s name like this ‘Epoina’ she’s just too lazy to fix it now.

Eponia’s current design was originally adopt for a flower theme of trolls. Her flower being irises. But I fell in love with her design and kept her.

Eponia can make extremely fluffy jiggly grubcakes aka pancakes which she often sees as a failure.

Kimaoi Midria

Like Eponia Kimaoi was going to be a grubling adoption, her design was a bronze grub with vitiligo and rabbit tail. But I decided to scrap the bunny tail and keep Kimaoi for myself.

Kimaoi’s name is the combination of kimo kawaii meaning and please correct me if I am wrong in the comments. It looks a little creepy but cute.

If you guys hadn’t noticed Kimaoi had a few scars on her legs, meaning she had self harmed herself in the past, due to having dealt with depression and had trauma with abuse. And still recovering at her own pace to self love again.

Like the words for her name, Kimaoi loves everything spooky and scary. Basically halloween is her Christmas. She loves it and finds what we see as big scary monsters to Kimi she sees puppy. ( The mun is no better if facing monsters or dinosaurs and willing to call them puppies)

Kotton Poplus

Kotton is at this moment is one of two out of the ask group that has their pale quadrant filled.

Kotton was suppose to be a ship baby from two canon characters but got scrapped and the mun doesn’t ship anymore. But like Epoina, it's hinted who they were who turned Kotton into a clown loving puffball who doesn’t know too much of the rules between limes and purples.

Kotton’s name is the combination of Kitten and Cotton Candy, Hence why she appears to be extremely hyper and overly positive to some situations.

Kotton and her morial are the youngest of the adults trolls, both being 8.77 aka 19 years old. And yes she is the party girl of the cast.

Mariot Lotora

Mariot is the only one out of the group at this moment who has their red quadrant filled and is the mama of Macleo.

Mariot’s name is the combination of two Agatha Christie's characters miss Marple and Hercules Poirot.

Mariot had gone through probably the most design changes out of the group currently.

Is the main mom friend of the group to make sure the younger jades in the caverns are not sneaking off or bringing something back to the caverns. This goes double with the ask cast too.

Mairuz Panais

Mairzu is one of my oldest oc characters, not by age but who came first in the large group when being created. he, Nefiri and Rafina were the big ogs before everyone else was created. And went through a massive design and character change before making his appearance on the blog.

Mairzu’s name is a play on words of the italian almond candy marzipan.

Whenever Mairzu becomes scared or excited he would start to smell like someone’s favorite candy for the whole day. This is from an inside joke me and a friend have about Mairzu due to his namesake.

Whenever Mairzu becomes flustered or has a crush on someone will do the goofy’s very loudly hyuck. He is very embarrassed about it.

Nefiri Bastia

Nefiri is from a very long line of huntresses/tribe leaders. Where her traditions is where both eggs from blackrom and redrom are at risk from the other mate in the chief's black and red quadrant. Nefiri’s egg is the only known recorded redrom egg in the bloodline.

Nefiri is the old lost friend of @ask-swagger-dagger-trolls’s oc Jamari, she is not part of his quadrant. She did had two of her quadrants filled before losing them to a rival tribe forcing her into exile. Making her quadrants empty.

If she really likes you, Nefiri will lick your cheek or rub her head against you much like how a big cat greets their keeper. Or full on big cat hug which she tends to forget how strong she is at times. And if Nef has red feelings to someone she will bring dead animals and extremely affectionate to them.

Nefiri does not know how modern society works at all. If you put her in a city setting, she will become extremely tense and nervous about it. Hell she is kinda the reason if someone has some sort of new tech and its someone she’s close to. Yeah.. She’ll see it as a threat and will destroy it.

Nixiie Apilon

Nixiie has a babyface, meaning she is easily mistaken to be younger than her actual age. She is 10.62 aka 23 in human years at this moment since her wiggling day is in the spring.

To Nixiie she sees any jade in caverns she’s in as family/teachers. For example @princeofdoomrps Viktor, Nixiie calls him a teacher if she knows he is not part of her cavern while with @faithlines ‘s Lacuna she is not sure in that department so big sister teacher. And feels extremely guilty if a higher authority jade sees her and she thinks she’s in trouble like anyone of us would towards our own family,teachers or bosses fearing we will be punished or be a disappointment to them.

Nixiie’s name is the combination of Pixie and Nymph two magical creatures of folklore and her horns and wings are based off of the lunar moth. But went through a lot of design changes before taking in another grub adopt and turn it into Nixiie today. And like a moth to a flame if Nixiie sees something new or is extremely excited she will go after it.

Nixiie doesn't eat meat, she will drink troll blood but will not touch anything that is made from an animal. She’s pretty much the vegan girl of the group.

Pohkin Boines

Pohkin wears a corset under her clothes and will deny it if someone asks if she does wear it. This goes double for the weave. And bust size.

Pohkin was held to a high standard by her lusus when being raised to become a regel and lady of high blood society and look down at her fellow low caste even in her own.

Pohkin carries around a very sharp and large syringe and will use it on anyone she either deems as a riff raff or a threat. However she’s not that strong. Cunning yes, but has no muscles.

Pohkin is at this moment tends to scare the mun and bullies me often whenever something silly comes her way. For example being put in an outfit like idk a chicken suit or something that shows way too much skin.

Rafina Uymumi

Rafina is a run away troll, to get away from her overly controlling lusus. She ran away and joined the circus sort of speak.

She is extremely flexible, able to bend and walk on her hands with ease and stay that way for a while before standing on her feet again.

Originally Rafina was going to be a shut in underwater writer for her blog for fantasy stories, but I didn’t think that would be a good fit for her. I wanted to give her the little mermaid story where Ariel wanted to go to the human world for her own means and not for a prince. But, still writes just for herself and refuse to show it to anyone.

Rafina’s performances either contains acrobatics gymnastics,belly dances or pole dances. Depending what’s on the line up or who’s the audience for the evening.

#Rafina Uymumi #Pohkin Boines #Nixiie Apilon #Nefiri Bastia #Mariot Lotora #Mairzu Panais #Kotton Poplus #Kimaoi Midria #Eponia Hompis #Calice Wahron #quick facts #fantroll #fantroll ask blog #Fantroll community #fantrolls #troll oc ask #long post #info #ask blog promo

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