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chrollohearttags · 3 months

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“..smile for me, daddy..”

you take quite the liking to eren’s newest piece of jewelry!

oral sex (p + a eating), spit play, hair pulling, fingering, squirting, need I say more?

I’ve written this trope before but I’m doing it again because why not?! I can’t get it out of my head and I am pushing this agenda. (Also trying to ease back into writing because I’ve been bullshitting.)

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“What you think, my man? How ya’ like it?”

“..yeah, this is the one, dude..definitely the one..”

stood before the counter at Schiaparelli Jewelers, brandishing a mirror in one hand as the the other casually stroked over his chin, Eren’s lips curled into that of quite the smirk; in turn, refracting off of the light..to say that he was satisfied with the result of his latest commission, would be a very gross understatement. Schiaparelli’s had become a staple in Miami's Design District. A multi-generational business with a reputation that preceded them. With infamy rivaled next to Johnny Dang. Having catered to celebrities and the city’s elite alike, they curated the most beautiful pieces with the utmost care. Thus, earning them millions and a recurring clientele. Among those were the Underground God himself and seasoned musical maestro, EJ the Don. Who had gotten everything from his first chain to the wedding ring he placed on his beloved (y/n)’s finger a year prior. VVS diamonds glistened from the bottom row of his already perfectly aligned teeth as he examined the new grill he had just acquired. A spur of the moment decision he’d made on impulse while you were away on another modeling trip. The custom mold wrapped his entire bottom and encapsulated his canines with red stones. It was absolutely beautiful and although the piece had set him back roughly fifteen thousand, it was well worth it and deserved in his opinion! Having just been nominated for two writing awards and a third for album of the year. Awards season was approaching and although it wasn’t among his priorities to attend, it was still a feat worth celebrating. Not to mention, it was quite the confidence boost as well. He wasn’t one to base his self worth in extravagant jewelry or expensive clothes, but he was certainly feeling quite good about himself in these. He loved the way they looked against his lips and how they complimented his teeth.

dapping up the jeweler, EJ thanked the man once more and proceeded to give him quite the hefty payment for his services..of course, self gratification wasn’t the only reason he had gone and copped this new piece for his collection. He was actually hoping to get a little something more out of the deal..

“That’s what I like to hear, my man! Listen, how do you think the missus will react? Think she’ll like ‘em?”

a question he was certain he’d find out the answer to as you had just shot him a text, saying that you’d made it home and of course..to hurry back to you! Not a moment too soon, in his opinion. He’d spent all week longing to see you again and what better way to greet you than with a surprise like this?

“..I guess we’ll find out soon enough..”

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“Mmph…Rennnnn, baeee! Stop—oh my gosh…”

the words spilling out in a trail of whiny huffs being drawn forth from your mouth. Among many other lewd sounds leaving you at the moment. Just as he had expected, your reaction was one he could’ve spotted from a mile away..the second Eren made it back home through the door, (y/n) came rushing him as you leaped forth into his arms. It didn’t take long after spinning you around with an array of kisses for you to spot them..the faint glint from his mouth as you slowly pecked at it. It was when you took his bottom lip between your teeth and tugged gently, did you reveal his little secret. He could tell immediately from the glare on your face, just what you thought of it. That was also apparent by your sudden shift in demeanor..going from subtle, flirtatious kissing to full blown, unadulterated lust. He had no interest in setting you to your feet or halting your advances, especially when you continued to swirl your tongue around his own and continue filling his head with compliments. From how sexy he looked with them and how badly you desired to wet them up! “Yeah? I’m glad you like them, baby.” That was to say the least. He wasn’t shocked in the slightest and once he heard your opinions, he no longer felt any reservations about his purchase! So fast forward, and the two of you moved your little party to the downstairs game room, where he’d often reside on his days off. You’d find yourself on the leather couch in the corner, legs spread to either side as he feasted at your center. Nearly seven days had passed since you’d seen one another in person and nearly ten since you’d had any physical touch so it was obvious what was on either of your minds. Inked up fingers laced around your throat in an effort to make certain your eyes never shifted from his. Meanwhile, you couldn’t help but to glare down at him with tears and lust teeming at your waterline. A finger slid between your lips as your husband delicately flicked that tongue around your clit..and each time, he’d make certain to flash you a toothy grin. In which you’d catch those sparkling diamonds littering his mouth.

“You sure you want me to stop, baby? I mean..you were the one begging me to make you come in my mouth.” Prompting both of you to burst into laughter. He knew that it was only because you were so close to your peak. Apparent by the creamy secretions leaking down his chin and staining that silver. How he craved your essence, your flavor and the feeling of you dripping onto his tongue. How good it felt to hear your moans coagulating with the sounds of his loud slurping, erupting throughout the room. Those white toes resting atop his bare shoulder blades, curled up at the slightest brush of your little bud. “I-I..fuck, it just feels so good, baby. Please..keep going.” (Y/N) uttering with the heave of your chest, rising and falling at a rapid rate as you tried to control your breathing.

“That’s what I thought..now lay your pretty ass back and lemme take care of you..lemme eat this pussy. Missed you so bad..”

with that, he’d continue his ascent into your soaking cunt. Exploring every fold, crevice and every delectable part of his beautiful wife. It may have been his favorite pastime if he were being completely honest…eating you until he brought you to the brink of tears and ecstasy. There was something so satisfying about it. Especially with the euphoric feeling of those juices making contact with his mouthpiece. Your fingertips would run underneath his chin and stroke the side of his face as his own dug into the thick flesh of your thighs..kneading slowly and keeping you in place. “Fuck…you look so sexy. Shit..” tossing your head back and releasing another breathy giggle from the overstimulating pleasure. “..swear you gon’ make me come, daddy..right there.” Guiding him along with your hand and those loud whimpers. That sundress that wrapped your body was shuffled down to your tummy as it bunched up underneath your breasts. You’d alternate between them and those dark tresses of his, not entirely sure what to do with yourself as you were unraveling.

“Don’t tease me now, princess. I need all of that..please..”

only taking a breath momentarily to work a couple digits inside of that hole as it spasmed on the air. He knew you needed to be filled but for now, he wanted to continue his feast..in more ways than one. As he parted your legs even further and continued working those digits in and out, Eren tugged you towards him. The only time he’d become forceful, as to keep you restrained. Because whilst you were focusing on the gentle thrust of his fingers in your pussy, his tongue would snake south to your puckering hole. Where the tip prodded at it and he’d flick around until you were trembling. Pleasure only increased tenfold when you pinched at those sensitive nipples. You could barely contain yourself and it was only a matter of time before he’d be getting that sweet release. He’d squeeze at your plump asscheeks as he switched between your entrances. Lobbing each hole with a very generous amount of spit. Soft whimpers arose from your throat and even hitched but that wasn’t enough for him. He needed that body to fall apart within his grasp and to react only the way he could make it happen.

“Come on, gorgeous. Let me have it. You wanna come, don’t you?”

that toothy smirk appeared yet again along with a high pitched coo. It never fails to make you melt..with the nod of your head, you’d shake vehemently, just grasping at anything to feign off the swelling in the pit of your stomach. One that was only mere seconds from exploding.

“Aw, then let it out. Do what you said you would earlier..or you gon’ hold back on me?” Teasing as he continued to push up into your most sensitive spot. And it didn’t take long until you were exploding all over the couch and of course, those silver slugs lining your man’s mouth. “Fuck! Fuck!—“ “..thereeee we go!” (Y/N) released a shroud of juices that spilled onto the cushions and Eren let his tongue wag as he lapped up every single drop..those fingers sopping with your creaminess. Which he’d let you slurp off once you were able to compose yourself.

“Shit!..Kiss me..” whining as you tugged him up by his chain and into your grasp. Shoving that tongue back between his lips and tasting the remnants of yourself against those grills. Cupping his face between your palms, you’d pull away from each other to meet gazes once more. That’s when he’d smile for you once again and you’d swoon for him all over again.

“Yeah, I’m gonna need you to wear those more..like all the time.”

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ozdical · 6 months

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watched shufflemania im never being normal again. have my humanoid design for shuffler “greg” maestro . my beloved

#object head #robot #shuffler #shufflerbot #shufflemania #jerma #jerma985 #dougdoug #robot design #my art #i had such a head rush from watching that stream #if i get 1 reblog im uploading all the clips i took of shuffler moments into a lil comp (im doing it anyway)#also i made the crane his hand because canonically it is #dougdoug arm wrestles him #it can extend too btw its more like a tube that can retract #cal posts about robots

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lunchboxpoems · 7 months

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OCTOBER

Is it winter again, is it cold again, didn’t Frank just slip on the ice, didn’t he heal, weren’t the spring seeds planted

didn’t the night end, didn’t the melting ice flood the narrow gutters

wasn’t my body rescued, wasn’t it safe

didn’t the scar form, invisible above the injury

terror and cold, didn’t they just end, wasn’t the back garden harrowed and planted–

I remember how the earth felt, red and dense, in stiff rows, weren’t the seeds planted, didn’t vines climb the south wall

I can’t hear your voice for the wind’s cries, whistling over the bare ground

I no longer care what sound it makes

when I was silenced, when did it first seem pointless to describe that sound

what it sounds like can’t change what it is–

didn’t the night end, wasn’t the earth safe when it was planted

didn’t we plant the seeds, weren’t we necessary to the earth,

the vines, were they harvested?

. 2.

Summer after summer has ended, balm after violence: it does me no good to be good to me now; violence has changed me.

Daybreak. The low hills shine ochre and fire, even the fields shine. I know what I see; sun that could be the August sun, returning everything that was taken away —

You hear this voice? This is my mind’s voice; you can’t touch my body now. It has changed once, it has hardened, don’t ask it to respond again.

A day like a day in summer. Exceptionally still. The long shadows of the maples nearly mauve on the gravel paths. And in the evening, warmth. Night like a night in summer.

It does me no good; violence has changed me. My body has grown cold like the stripped fields; now there is only my mind, cautious and wary, with the sense it is being tested.

Once more, the sun rises as it rose in summer; bounty, balm after violence. Balm after the leaves have changed, after the fields have been harvested and turned.

Tell me this is the future, I won’t believe you. Tell me I’m living, I won’t believe you.

. 3.

Snow had fallen. I remember music from an open window.

Come to me, said the world. This is not to say it spoke in exact sentences but that I perceived beauty in this manner.

Sunrise. A film of moisture on each living thing. Pools of cold light formed in the gutters.

I stood at the doorway, ridiculous as it now seems.

What others found in art, I found in nature. What others found in human love, I found in nature. Very simple. But there was no voice there.

Winter was over. In the thawed dirt, bits of green were showing.

Come to me, said the world. I was standing in my wool coat at a kind of bright portal — I can finally say long ago; it gives me considerable pleasure. Beauty the healer, the teacher —

death cannot harm me more than you have harmed me, my beloved life.

. 4.

The light has changed; middle C is tuned darker now. And the songs of morning sound over-rehearsed. —

This is the light of autumn, not the light of spring. The light of autumn: you will not be spared.

The songs have changed; the unspeakable has entered them.

This is the light of autumn, not the light that says I am reborn.

Not the spring dawn: I strained, I suffered, I was delivered. This is the present, an allegory of waste.

So much has changed. And still, you are fortunate: the ideal burns in you like a fever. Or not like a fever, like a second heart.

The songs have changed, but really they are still quite beautiful. They have been concentrated in a smaller space, the space of the mind. They are dark, now, with desolation and anguish.

And yet the notes recur. They hover oddly in anticipation of silence. The ear gets used to them. The eye gets used to disappearances.

You will not be spared, nor will what you love be spared.

A wind has come and gone, taking apart the mind; it has left in its wake a strange lucidity.

How priviledged you are, to be passionately clinging to what you love; the forfeit of hope has not destroyed you.

Maestro, doloroso:

This is the light of autumn; it has turned on us. Surely it is a privilege to approach the end still believing in something.

. 5.

It is true that there is not enough beauty in the world. It is also true that I am not competent to restore it. Neither is there candor, and here I may be of some use.

I am at work, though I am silent.

The bland

misery of the world bounds us on either side, an alley

lined with trees; we are

companions here, not speaking, each with his own thoughts;

behind the trees, iron gates of the private houses, the shuttered rooms

somehow deserted, abandoned,

as though it were the artist’s duty to create hope, but out of what? what?

the word itself false, a device to refute perception — At the intersection,

ornamental lights of the season.

I was young here. Riding the subway with my small book as though to defend myself against

the same world:

you are not alone, the poem said, in the dark tunnel.

. 6.

The brightness of the day becomes the brightness of the night; the fire becomes the mirror.

My friend the earth is bitter; I think sunlight has failed her. Bitter or weary, it is hard to say.

Between herself and the sun, something has ended. She wants, now, to be left alone; I think we must give up turning to her for affirmation.

Above the fields, above the roofs of the village houses, the brilliance that made all life possible becomes the cold stars.

Lie still and watch: they give nothing but ask nothing.

From within the earth’s bitter disgrace, coldness and barrenness

my friend the moon rises: she is beautiful tonight, but when is she not beautiful?

LOUISE GLUCK (1943-2023)

#louise gluck #poem #poetry #october poem

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bahbzxxx · 2 years

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Here’s a concept…~

Implied hand holding if you know what I mean (¬‿¬)

You’re Barbatos’ favorite angel, all because you call him “maestro” while he pounds you senseless. Holds your hand!

And that would be all. That’s literally all you do. You hold hands. What else could you possibly be doing with him? For what other reason would you be calling him “maestro”, hmm?

#dom Venti #venti headcanons #venti #beloved of the anemo archon #venti x reader #venti fluff #venti is maestro fr #daddy #me when-#genshin imagines #genshin hcs #cringe #implied smut

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the-kipsabian · 1 year

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#kip sabian #aew #all elite wrestling #aewedit #wrestlingedit #wrestling #night gifs #i gotta separate maestro into two sets cause the second one needs the aftermath to it too obviously lol #and theres too much for a single set #anyways look at him <3 maestro my beloved <33 #my beloved #kip in a box #(rp blogs dont reblog; saving and other personal use with tag credits is fine)

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simpforfandom231 · 2 months

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i missed you

Okay so as requested, a kissing/smutty lucy gray one. again not that long because my brain still has lot of fog due to the trauma but I'm getting there!!!!!

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Lucy Gray Baird traipsed through the dense forest, her woven basket brimming with plump berries. Sunlight filtered through the canopy, dappling the forest floor with patches of golden warmth. Her cousin Maud Ivory skipped ahead, her laughter echoing through the trees like a melody. Lucy Gray smiled, her heart light with the joy of their shared adventure.

As they emerged from the woods, Lucy Gray's steps quickened with the anticipation of returning home. She imagined the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread and the comforting warmth of their cozy cabin. But as they approached, a different kind of warmth enveloped her—a soft, melodic tune floating through the air.

Y/N, Lucy Gray's girlfriend, stood in the kitchen, a culinary maestro orchestrating a symphony of flavors. Her voice, like honeyed velvet, intertwined with the haunting melody of "Paradox" by VICTORIA, filling the room with an ethereal charm.

Lucy Gray paused at the threshold, mesmerized by the sight before her. Y/N danced between the stove and the countertop, lost in her culinary reverie, oblivious to Lucy Gray's arrival. With a playful twirl, Lucy Gray tiptoed into the kitchen, relishing the opportunity to surprise her beloved.

"Hey there, gorgeous," Lucy Gray whispered, her voice a gentle caress against Y/N's ear.

Y/N jumped, a startled gasp escaping her lips as she spun around to face Lucy Gray. A blush painted her cheeks as she realized she had been caught in her impromptu kitchen concert.

"Lucy Gray!" Y/N exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight. "You're back already?"

Lucy Gray grinned, setting her basket of berries on the kitchen table. "Just couldn't stay away from your enchanting serenade."

Y/N's laughter tinkled like wind chimes as she wrapped her arms around Lucy Gray, pulling her into a warm embrace. "Well, lucky for you, lunch is almost ready. You must be famished after your berry-picking adventure."

Lucy Gray leaned in, stealing a quick kiss from Y/N's lips. "Famished for more than just food, my dear."

Y/N chuckled, swatting Lucy Gray playfully on the arm. "Oh, stop it, you charmer. Go wash up, and I'll finish up here."

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Lucy Gray winked at Y/N before sauntering off to the washroom. As she washed her hands, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple joys of home and the love that filled their cabin with warmth.

Minutes later, Lucy Gray returned to find the table set with an array of delectable dishes prepared by Y/N. The savory aroma of roasted vegetables mingled with the tantalizing scent of freshly baked bread, making Lucy Gray's mouth water in anticipation.

"Wow, Y/N, everything looks amazing," Lucy Gray exclaimed, taking her seat at the table.

Y/N beamed with pride, pouring them each a glass of chilled lemonade. "I hope it tastes as good as it looks."

As Lucy Gray savored the last morsel of her meal, she glanced across the table at Y/N, her eyes brimming with curiosity. "So, how was your day, love? Anything exciting happen while I was out berry-picking?"

Y/N smiled, setting her fork down before launching into a lively retelling of her day. She described the comical mishaps in the kitchen, the playful banter with their neighbor Mrs. Jenkins, and the simple joys of creating something delicious from scratch. Lucy Gray listened intently, her heart swelling with affection for the woman sitting across from her.

But as Y/N spoke, Lucy Gray's attention wavered, her gaze fixating on a small stain that marred the front of her girlfriend's dress. A smudge of sauce, perhaps, or a stray crumb from their meal. Without thinking, Lucy Gray reached out to brush it away, her fingers lingering on the soft fabric of Y/N's dress.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as Lucy Gray's touch sent a shiver down her spine. She watched, wide-eyed, as Lucy Gray's fingers traced the outline of the stain, her touch sending sparks of electricity dancing across her skin. And then, in a moment of boldness, Y/N found herself unable to resist the urge to lean in closer, her gaze fixed on the spot where Lucy Gray's fingers lingered.

Before either of them could fully comprehend what was happening, Lucy Gray's hand slipped, smudging the stain even further across Y/N's dress. Y/N gasped, her eyes widening in surprise, but before she could protest, Lucy Gray was already on her feet, shedding her dress with practiced ease.

"Oops, looks like I made it worse," Lucy Gray chuckled, draping her dress over the back of her chair. "Guess I'll just have to borrow something of yours."

Y/N's eyes trailed down Lucy Gray's figure, lingering on the tantalizing glimpse of skin revealed by her sudden disrobing. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she handed Lucy Gray a hoodie and a pair of pants, her fingers brushing against Lucy Gray's as she accepted them.

"Here you go," Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a grateful smile, Lucy Gray slipped into Y/N's clothes, reveling in the warmth and familiarity of her girlfriend's scent. She felt a sense of belonging wash over her, as if she were wrapping herself in the comfort of their shared love.

As Y/N set to work washing the dishes, her voice once again filled the air with the haunting melody of "Paradox" by VICTORIA. Lucy Gray couldn't help but be drawn to her, the music of her voice pulling at the strings of her heart. Quietly, she approached from behind, her footsteps muffled by the sound of running water.

With a playful grin, Lucy Gray pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N's neck, savoring the warmth of her skin against her lips. Y/N gasped in surprise, dropping the dish she had been washing as she turned to face Lucy Gray, her eyes sparkling with desire.

"Lucy Gray," Y/N breathed, her voice barely audible over the rush of water.

As Lucy Gray pushes Y/n against the kitchen counter, she can feel her girlfriend's heart racing with anticipation. Lucy Gray's lips trail down Y/n's neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and love bites. She whispers in Y/n's ear, telling her how much she wants her, how she can't stop thinking about her, and how she needs her right now.

Y/n responds with moans and gasps, her body aching for Lucy Gray's touch. As Lucy Gray undresses her, Y/n can feel her desire growing even more. She can't resist Lucy Gray's seductive gaze and lets her take control. As Lucy Gray kneels in front of her, Y/n pulls her closer, their bodies almost touching.

Lucy Gray's hands wander down Y/n's body, teasing and caressing her skin. Y/n's breathing becomes more erratic as Lucy Gray slowly eats her out, taking her time to savor every moment. Y/n can't help but arch her back and moan louder as Lucy Gray's tongue works its magic on her.

Feeling Y/n's body tense up, Lucy Gray knows she's close to the edge. She continues to tease and please her, making Y/n beg for more. Y/n grabs onto Lucy Gray's hair, pulling her closer and urging her on. The intensity of their passion grows as Y/n becomes rougher and more demanding.

In that moment, there is no one else in the world but them. The kitchen fades away as their bodies merge into one, their moans and cries of pleasure filling the air. Lucy Gray and Y/n lose themselves in each other, reaching the ultimate peak of ecstasy.

As they come down from their high, Lucy Gray pulls Y/n into a tight embrace, both of them breathing heavily and covered in sweat.

The crackling of the fireplace cast a warm glow across the cozy cabin as Lucy Gray and Y/N found themselves wrapped in each other's arms on the plush couch. Their bodies molded together in perfect harmony, their breaths mingling in the air as they basked in the afterglow of their passionate embrace.

Y/N traced lazy circles on Lucy Gray's chest, her touch sending shivers down her spine. With a tender smile, she leaned in, capturing Lucy Gray's lips in a fervent kiss. The world around them faded into oblivion as they lost themselves in the intoxicating taste of each other.

Lucy Gray's hands roamed freely over Y/N's back, pulling her closer with each passing moment. Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as if trying to convey all the love and longing that filled their hearts.

With a sudden burst of energy, Y/N shifted, straddling Lucy Gray's lap as she deepened their kiss. Their bodies pressed together in a delicious tangle of limbs, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing second.

Time seemed to stand still as they reveled in the sheer bliss of being together, their passion fueling the flames of desire that consumed them both. And in that fleeting moment, they knew that nothing in the world could ever compare to the depth of their love.

As they finally broke apart, their breaths ragged and hearts racing, Lucy Gray cupped Y/N's face in her hands, gazing into her eyes with unwavering adoration.

"I love you," Lucy Gray whispered, her voice filled with a fierce determination.

Y/N's eyes sparkled with tears of joy as she pressed her forehead against Lucy Gray's, their breaths mingling in the space between them.

"I love you too," Y/N whispered back, her voice trembling with emotion.

And as they lay there, entwined in each other's arms, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, their love guiding them through the darkest of nights and the brightest of days. For in each other, they had found their home, their sanctuary, their everything.

#fandom #fanfic #rachel zegler #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray baird x you #lucy gray x fem!reader #lucy gray #lucy gray baird #tbosas #Youtube

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vitanithepure · 7 months

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Too short to throw it on AO3, so I'm sharing this here. I don't usually do this with warm-up writing, but it turned out too precious to let it sit never to be read by anyone besides me.

Astarion was an aficionado of finer things. Take, for example, the hand he held in his own. The fingers were delightfully elegant. Long and slender, nails neatly trimmed. Marred only by a few paper cuts, hazards of a wizard’s trade. He brushed his lips over each of them, savoring their warmth.

The hand was smooth, even after weeks of hardships on the road, all the fighting. Astarion spent long hours admiring them, watching Gale working the strands of Weave like an artist would stroke a paintbrush over a canvas, like a maestro moving the bow over the strings of a violin.

Each knuckle shaped perfectly to be kissed, smelling of dusty tomes, burnt candles and an earthy undertone, something distinctly his. Astarion needed no chiromancer to read from the inside of the palm. He knew that Gale was destined to be cherished, to live a long and healthy life. He’ll personally make sure of it.

And so his lips continue their journey, led by the pulse just beneath the skin. His beloved looks at Astarion with half-lidded eyes as he opens his own. The book Gale was holding with his free hand now discarded on his lap, all his focus on his gentle ministrations.

He looks for consent and he gets it in a softest of smiles, a shaky breath of anticipation. Astarion finds it hard to draw his eyes away, so he decides against it. He’s sinking into the dark pools of his lover’s eyes, just like his teeth do into the warm skin.

He tastes the heady, rich blood on his tongue. Just a little, just enough, and he feels intoxicated, but from drinking in the intimacy, the comfort and trust between them. A kiss only they share, and all the things that make it theirs and theirs alone.

#gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #bloodweave #<- look I learned to tag the ship!

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ziipzeepzop-eez · 5 months

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leoichi as adoptive parents hcs! | platonic, found family, two goobers and a 'baby'.

they're just dumb and in love. both with each other, and you.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

𝒂/𝒏: this is just pure brainrot tbh. shameless self indulgence of these dorks. word vomit that I definitely tried to format in a someday coherent way. ridiculous amount of fluff imho. the embodiment of spongebob's house when it got sucked dry by all them sea worms......whatever tf they were: yeah that's my brain being reduced to mush after FINALLYYYYY getting it all out. /lhj

Say it with me, now. *raises hands like a maestro* Blaaaaaaaame the brainnnnwoorrrrmmmss. 🐛💥🧠

anyway enjoy your ✨fruitbowl parents✨ agenda. ᡣ𐭩

leo 🫐

such. a mother.

always fretting over your health and safety :(( he just wants you to be safe !! happy !! healthy !! always.

big hugger/cuddler: i’m talking big ol’ bear hugs, snuggles, smothering your face in kisses, play-fighting (he makes sure not to hurt you!), head rubs/pats, the whole shabang.

of course, if you’re not comfortable with physical touch– he doesn’t overstep your boundaries!

there are so many different ways he showcases his love and affection to you; he’s a very caring parent.

very protective over you.

not in the prohibiting/constrictive sense, but in the best way that you know he’s always got your back.

both him and yui are fairly protective over you– and both of them always got your back– dgmw, but leo will throw down if your reputation/safety is on the line.

teaches you boundaries (in all aspects including others and yourself) and how to enforce them. gets a bit violent when protecting yours in the moments your boundaries are crossed.

you're his baby and nobody’s allowed to mess w his babies >:((

don’t get me started ✋🏼 on if it’s a.... *speaks cautiously* bullying situation.

NONEEEE OF Y’ALL ARE LEAVING THAT DINGY SCHOOL OFFICE WITHOUT JUSTICE BEING SERVED LMAOOAOOOO

as much as he clowns the aspect of them, leo can be a bit of a karen himself when it comes to your reputation/safety!

(& truthfully i think yui would play peacekeeper of sorts, especially if leo starts getting really heated but that's only if it escalates really badly. but tbh he can be just as intense. they're both always ready to throw down for you, anywhere, anytime.)

real talk: it's not so much the child as it will be the parents leo snarks at. he’s knowledgeable in the fact that behaviors are learned. taught.

while intolerant to any behavioral that bring you discomfort, he's glaring holes into the parental figures/guardians, hackles raised, and Lord above is it more. than enough.

leo – for all the jokester that he is – knows how to hunker down and get serious and boy oh boy does that man get serious when his beloveds are involved.

he is very good at reading people. he has a sharp judge of character. and he'll take up any business with whoever is responsible for your offender's-in-question wellbeing; if their behaviors reflect the hostilities you were met with.... well, there's not really much else to say, is there?

he'll throw down with the parents and he'll throw down wITH THE KID(S) TOO HE DOES NOT GIVE A FRESH DAMN.

girl fu them kids and fu you too energy. /hj

everybody’s getting schooled on this day and it ain’t gonna be by the teachers. 💥💥💥

takes you out for food and sweet treats after such a harrowing ordeal 😮‍💨 is probably still ranting long after they've picked you up from school and has to he calmed down by yui lol. and if you don’t like sweets, he’ll get you a cute little gift from the shops! :)

he just wants to see you smile, man. 💔 anything for you.

later on, back home, he sits you down and speaks to you in a warm, lovely tone. he inquires about anything else that might've gone down, any icky thoughts in that little head of yours..?

reassures you that none of it was your fault. comforts you in every way possible because like i said, leo is very good at reading people. how much more would he get to know you— his child? he knows how to make you feel better. no matter what.

but on the chance that you may have started something.... mmmm.

his parental patented scolding techniques come in. probs the "I'm not mad, just Disappointed." type. AND IT HURTTTTTS EVERY SINGLE TIME.

(but this is Very Rare seeing as he'd raise you with manners and good behavior he don't play none of that mess.)

you don't have to say anything. you can say something, deny it. affirm it. if it bothered you, genuinely, he'll know. if it didn't — he'll know it too.

either way, he ruffles your head and smiles that smile down at you. "you're everything to me. you know that, right?"

you do.

calls you by the cutest endearments in spanish !! the most common are: mijo/a, mi tesoro, mi vida, burbuja/burbujita, and cielo. mi is always a constant at the front of them :')) he's just so proud that you're his kid.

speakin’ of which– if you speak Spanish/pick it up from him, he gets so smiley and giddy :(( and y’all just have convos of silly jokes and sweet nothings that seem like not much out the ordinary in the moment but it's memories in the making and you look back on them and and, he just looks at you with so much fondness and :((( i am so SAD.

sings to you a lot. especially by means of comfort. sure, he'll burst into an impromptu dance and song number that's so ridiculous, so silly, but so entertaining that it's bound to put a smile on your face (his ulterior motives all along muahahahaaa!).

he also sings you lullabies. especially when you have a nightmare that's shaken you badly enough to tears. he's by your side in an instant, shushing you gently, wiping your face and reassuring you that he's there and that he won't let anything hurt you, ever.

movie night cuddles! if you and yui fall asleep before him, he'll adjust so you're all in one big cuddle pile. in the following morning he'll lightheartedly complain about it, but trust me. it's his favorite thing ever. (being curled up and cozy and safe with the two biggest centers of his universe.)

takes you to see your favorite uncles, aunties, and grampa splinter! sometimes he'll sit back and just watch you interact with them, his Proud Dad™ aura threatening to soften him and everyone in his closest vicinity to mush, and only snaps out of it when met with a teasing quip from one of his siblings.

casey is the cool nomad older brother/uncle figure who visits every so often and he's just, so exceedingly cool to you. he brings you souvenirs from his travels and spends a lot of quality time with you - y'all's relationship is lighthearted and fun loving!

—and leo cries because his kids omg his- their kids are so stinkin cute and wholesome and yui yui,,they really built themselves their castle on the hill didn't they omgomgomgomg guaaaaueueueuueue *cue rabbit paw shoulder pats of support*

because of leo's insomnia, he's your constant nighttime company. on the nights where sleep just doesn't come so easily, you can count to find him lounging about in the house somewhere. he'll fret gently if he sees you awake at an ungodly hour, but ultimately welcomes you with open arms.

▹▹ p. s. his chest is a prime cuddle-hug-back-to-sleep haven. with his deep churrs, one large hand rubbing comfortingly over your back, the warmth that creates coupled with the natural coolness from his body - it'll have you out like a light. worked when you were younger, works now. always will.

always the jokester, sooososo many jokes and lighthearted teasing with this guy. of course we know his jokes are insufferably constant (what? he's a dad now! he can ACTUALLY USE DAD JOKES AND THEY'LL ACTUALLY HIT HOME!!), but get this: the teasing - while good-natured - comes with the afterthought of teaching you subconsciously to hold your ground. it's his way of "raising you tough."

howbeit: if you're naturally sensitive, leo will protect it with all he's got. reassures you that sensitivity does not equal weakness and gets his esteemed example to deepen those teachings!

(( "look at uncle angie!! he cried over the fact that snakes don't have any arms yesterday. (/ref + /lh) and he's one of the strongest in our hamato-usagi battalion!"

"why would you say tone indicators out loud, papa?" ))

it's just— the world can be a dark and unforgiving place, with even darker and more unforgiving people.

as much as it pains him, he knows him and yuichi aren't always going to be there to protect you from every little thing. forever seems like it right now, but you still have so much growing to do.

he wants to make sure you'll be able to hold your own. not only physically, but emotionally/verbally.

the principles and lessons he teaches you are tidbits of gold that shape your mind and future and you carry them with you for a long time to come, whether you know it or not.

to conclude this- trust. you definitely know how to fight. at the very most defend yourself and others if need be !! i mean c'mon: you're the heir to a ninja and a samurai ! you know how to throw a punch just as well as you can parry it.

while they teach you the core value of never starting the fight and walking away to deescalate, they also teach you to kick names and take ass. (/ref) ain't nobody messin' with you, champ. 😎

—and if they do? they have a wholeeee clan to deal with now. because anyone who has a problem with you has a problem with all of your family — both sides.

in living out their motto, anata wo hitori janai, with you — he seems to relearn it in a special way each and every time.

and he wouldn't have it any other way. <3

yuichi 🍇

doesn’t always use pet names, but he says your name so fondly all the time – just beholds you like you’re the absolute treasure of his life (which you basically are tbh) – it feels like an endearment all its own.

your gentle force: he’s the one you turn to when everything gets too loud, too harsh, too overwhelming, too much.

y’all are mad in tune; all it takes is one look (not specifically in the eyes).

he’d pull you close. his fur is warm, soft, smells like tea leaves and incense and home.

given the situation – if you wanted silence, that’s what he’d give you.

if you needed something other than the ringing in your ears, something other than your mind, he hums.

he hums, pets your head, rocks you back and forth – right there in his lap. (you’ll never be too big, too old, for them to hold you.)

if you don't prefer being held, he'll give you your space. rest assured, he's respectful just like leo and doesn't ever want to make you uncomfortable. but he does stay close. if you ever need him, he'll always be close by.

even if you guys don't talk, it's just reassuring having his presence close by. to know you're not (and never will be) alone.

he holds you .... in a different way. 🥹

if you need words, he tells you every little thing he loves about you. tells you why you’re his.

he tells you how he admires you– not only as his child, but as an individual.

he reminds you that you will always have a place in his heart, nestled right between leo.

for all his harebrained-ness (see what i did there? *wheeze, knee slap*) – there’s no second-guessing his intense fondness for you. alongside leo, you're his heart and he moves in it every single day.

his friends are all your godparents.

now hear me out: yes, they could all be your aunties/uncles, and in a way they are!!

i mean, that's what you call them sometimes too! but gen, chisa and kitsune are his platonic soulmates. they just... locked in. 🔐🫂

so they're all just that little bit closer than your standard "auntie" and "uncle." ❤️‍🩹

they're your favorite babysitters. on yuichi's side of the family, anyway!

yui is a bit of a klutz, but somehow. he always. manages. to catch you. before you fall. before you even have the chance to trip up!

chalk it up to his samurai honed skills, his training paying off, his newfound parental instincts, a whirlwind of all three! he will gladly fall ass over kettle because he'll be damned if you're at risk to gain a scratch or two on his watch.

onlookers would suspect that leo is the more "involved" parent between them both, but that's a load of crock.

be it because yui's aura isn't as imposing as his beloved turtle counterpart that leads to this train of thought or not, it couldn't be farther from the truth! yui is the one who's constantly hovering (/pos).

he moves seamlessly, as natural as air, through the movements of your life that sometimes... it can almost seem like he isn't there. but like air, you know he's there, and you reap the benefits every single day.

cuddles with him are supreme as well! he's fluffy and warm. his embrace just speaks volumes of safety and familiarity.

every time you're near him you feel a little sleepy because it's so warm and safe :(( especially if you're not feeling too good! when you're feeling under the weather, he's the first you subconsciously seek out :'((((((

makes sure you're getting your food groups every single day. fruit and veggie platters, afternoons spent in the garden outside of your home, sunshine and the smell of fresh soil and sliced cucumbers are what made your childhood summers just that more magical.

scolds leo if he feeds you too much junk loll.

yuichi is like your vitamin, both figuratively and literally. he's learned so much from growing up on the farm with his grandmother, natural remedies are his forte.

in this additional sense, he teaches you farm work. four times out of ten, it ends in disaster, maybe or maybe not including a massacred watermelon grove, but through trial and error, you've managed to keep a good portion of accurate agriculture and gardening knowledge ingrained in the long-term area of your brain. 🙏🏼

gets nervous when you go out :(( he's of course happy that you get your freedom, but he can't help but to feel antsy whenever you're out of he and leo's sights; it's not that he doesn't trust you, he's just a worrywart /aff.

so! without fail, each time: before you go out, he'll kneel down to gently bonk foreheads with you, closes his eyes, and speaks an old Japanese blessing of safety and wellbeing over you. something he learned from his grandmother.

whereas leo is ecstatic to teach you the way of the sword (and is methodical with it too dw), yuichi may as well faint himself into a coma each time.

he gets much better when you're older, of course, even teaches you himself. but when you were younger? heeeheesh.... nobody. will forget the incident at the 6th Birthday Party Swordsmanship Knighthood Round Table Esk Extravaganza.

(fake blood was involved. a lighthearted prank gone wrong amidst the already electric atmosphere of cake and fun. a prank gone hard hearted, if you will. yuichi fainted twice, vomited once, and catapulted leo out of a window. the pigs got out of the pen. the koi fish were fished out of the pond. law enforcement was contacted. donnie's confetti canons backfired at one point. you guys are still finding glitter in random spots in the house to this day. it was madness.)

takes you on hikes and new adventures! you guys are always getting into something, whether it's discovering a new shadow dancing group in town's square or accidentally liberating a herd of cattle from a neighboring farmhouse auction, these make the best memories with him. because he exuded glee and held you close the entire time.

in calm moments, yui would recount tales of his ancestors to you. especially that of his great great grandfather (?? how many greats were there I'm sorry ajshdjd) - while you look up at him in wonder.

and in moments when you're not looking- he looks at you in wonder too. a wonder that only a parent could hold for their beloved child.

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your dads sing to you. they both do that a lot, actually.

i imagine you get so used to hearing a little croon here, a gentle hum there … so much so that pure radio silence settles discomfort in your bones. there was always something.

even the little things that nudge you a reminder in the subconscious voices of your parents: you're here, you're alive, we're here for you, we'll always be here for you, i love you.

their songs make your outlook on life a little lighter. something more melodic. like the songs they sing you.

home becomes a song to you, unconsciously.

if someone were to ask you to define home to you . . .

it’s the bone-crushing hugs of your turtle dad. the deep, all-encompassing warmth. the smell of tea leaves, incense, bamboo wood – the sound of soft laughter, sing-songy words, horrendous dad jokes and endless puns. the constant words of affirmation that pick you up in your lowest moments and raise you even higher at your best. the gentle forehead bonks. both: sci-fi comics series and legends of samurai and ninja alike as wondrous bedtime stories. warm eyes, even warmer hands grasping yours. reassurance. safety. the love of your family.

love incarnate.

storge.

home is love. love is home.

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with parents like them,

you will never go hungry.

you will never cry nor be alone.

you will never fight with nobody by your side.

you will never be unwanted.

you will never sing songs of your sorrow without it being sunrisen by joy.

you will never, ever go unloved.

you're the brightest light in their lives and they make sure you know it, every single day! 🌟

#leochi #leochi x child reader #platonic leochi x reader #leochi as adoptive parents #platonic rise leonardo x reader #platonic yuichi x reader #samurai rabbit #samurai rabbit the usagi chronicles #platonic rottmnt x reader #platonic samurai rabbit x reader #rottmnt #zeepie beep : fandom! ⭒๋࣭ ⭑🖋˚𔓘｡#found family

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justaphan · 1 year

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POTO Fics by Mertens

More than any other Phantom of the Opera fic writer, I find myself consuming Mertens’ works over and over for the pleasing writing style, the complex emotions, and the raw and realistic portrayals of Christines in particular. Mertens’ writing is how I also got into modern AUs!

I’ve never done any rec list for this fandom so let’s start with my fav fics from @intothemertensverse! (Hi there! Thank you!)

Gustave Daae’s Daughter: A disfigured man on the edges of society with a good heart, Erik has been Gustave Daae’s closest friend for years. When Gustave realizes his time is almost up after contracting an incurable disease, he leaves his two most prized possessions to his friend—his violin, and his daughter. In progress as of 01/09/2023. If you’re not reading this then honestly what do you actually do with all the hours of your life? Some big surprises in this one. Featuring Ayesha and also Angst with a capital A.

A Love There Is No Cure For from Sonnet 86: A fic of epic proportions but it can be read independently of the larger verse it’s in. Major Leroux influences, and follows the SLOW BURNING journey of how Christine’s grumpy old insecure teacher became the happiest man alive (including all the very awkward sex). Mertens’ masterpiece.

An Old Fashioned Love Song: After an incident results in Christine needing to fulfill community service, she volunteers at the local old folks home where a chance meeting with a resident will change both of their lives forever. Cranky 80-year-old disabled Erik? I love this little goblin so much. You will too.

Saved From Solitude: Feeling anxious and unable to sleep in his own house, Erik spends the night in Christine’s dressing room to get some much needed rest. He’s certain Christine will never find out—as long as he wakes up on time. Erik may seem tall, dark, and imposing, but he’s actually the sweetest sleepy old man with a cane. I want to tuck him into bed myself. Bonus total BAMF Christine!

Scuffle in Box Five: The Ghost had requested that Box Five be kept empty, but on the night of Mlle Daae's first performance, Box Five is most certainly not empty. There is popcorn in this fic and it just makes it ten times funnier.

And Ask Me To Open Up The Gate For You: Christine Daae has tried every trick in the book to achieve the clear complexion she so desires, and all without result—every trick, that is, except for one. She can’t do it on her own, but perhaps her beloved Maestro will be able to lend his assistance in the matter. In progress as of 01/09/2023. This one is so innovative and different! POTO London Christine Alternate Holly Anne Hull’s Instagram Story had a callout for long-term acne solutions, and turns out a few people told her to go get pregnant to achieve clear skin :D

First Impressions: Erik takes Christine to his home and the cape flip goes awry. BLESS YOUR HEART ERIK!!!

Just Us Two: The day after the performance, Christine spends the day with her son, just like she promised. A beautiful, poignant continuation of Love Never Dies focused on mother and son.

Like Everyone Else: Mr. Y has cracked the code of blending in to society. At least, he thinks he has. LND-inspired crack. Just hysterical. Honestly how could anyone argue against Erik moving to New York, it’s plot-powering gold!

Mr. Y’s Christmas Surprise: Erik accidentally and inadvertently invents the ugly Christmas sweater. SEE COMMENTS ABOVE

Joyeuses Pâques (sans masque): Erik tries to celebrate Easter with his family on Coney Island—and what better way to celebrate than with a visit from the Easter Bunny? Guys just a reminder that Christine moved across the ocean to live with this guy, so.

My Three Eriks: Erik doesn’t actually speak in the third person. OR “What do you mean James Gant and James Hume aren’t the same person” Shit gets too real in the lair, and it’s laugh out loud funny.

The Nanny: College dropout Christine Dee lands what appears to be a dream job in taking care of a reclusive rich man’s seven year old boy. As she settles into her new life, however, she discovers a mysterious secret about her boss’s former wife that threatens to unravel everything. Modern AU. Definitely Gerik. Very relatable and insecure Christine. Very funny too. It’s a thrilling murder mystery and it’s very hard to stop reading once you start.

Baby Shark: Erik is haunted by a certain song his neighbor is playing. Modern AU. I thought this was going to be a crack!fic but I was profoundly moved by it. Both Erik and Christine are a hot mess. A very refreshing take!

Honolulu Sun: After two years of relative isolation during the pandemic, Christine is a little chattier than usual with a strange masked man in the grocery store. I’m more than a little bit obsessed with this one. Give me all the Gustave Sr./Erik bonding!!!

Boulevard of Broken Dreams: Wealthy Opera Populaire patron Raoul de Chagny has been kidnapped and the Opera managers have been receiving threatening letters regarding emerging star Christine Daaé. Private Investigators Erik and Antoinette have been called in to get to the bottom of what's going on, which means they'll have to be keeping a close eye on the safety of the young soprano. It really is a shame, then, that Erik seems to hate Christine who in turn seems horrified of Erik - but things aren't always what they seem. Film Noir AU. Big sweeping fic. Angles that haven’t been explored before. And an Erik that deserves to be seen!

#phantom of the opera #erik x christine #the phantom of the opera #love never dies #christine daae #justaphan's fic recs #mertens

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circuschroniclescritter · 30 days

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Hello! I'm the mod, you can call me Mod Circus.

Please respect that this blog is both as canon but also an What If Au of the smiling critters circus au! It's also mostly headcanons, so some stuff might not be accurate or in character.

I am a college student who enjoys roleplaying and making up aus! I am a sys as well, along with a protective sibling type! If you need any help or advice, DM me!

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✦‎۟ Warning~!✦‎۟

This blog may contain cursing and heavy topics such as mental breakdowns, Violence, panic attacks, and stuff similar to that. Mod is a adult, but keep sexual topics will be kept to a minimum due to minors might stumble on here.

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Role-playing as:

(Dogday) Sol: Ringmaster | A master of the circus domain, guiding with a firm hand and sharp wit. But something..is always odd with him..

(Bobby) Loveote: Aerial Artisan | Former enchantress of the skies, her captivating performances left audiences spellbound. What led to her retirement remains a mystery, adding allure to her legend.

(Hoppy) Cylde: Gymnastic Adventurer | Fearlessly exploring new heights and depths, with a penchant for defying gravity. While the wheel of death may be her claimed favorite, her heart truly belongs to the thrill of the gym wheel.

(Kickin') Rooster: Daredevil Dynamo | Known for his daring stunts that leave him scarred but undefeated, he embodies the spirit of resilience in the face of danger.

(Bubba) Logic: Director of Precision | The cornerstone of the circus, his ingenious planning ensures a seamless blend of safety and spectacle, essential for keeping the show running smoothly.

(Crafty) Jasmine: Enigmatic Enchanter | Weaving magic through her graceful movements, she enchants audiences with her mesmerizing performances. Yet, behind her mask lies a mystery waiting to be unraveled.

(Picky Pig) Bajie: Culinary Connoisseur | A culinary maestro who tantalizes taste buds and hearts alike, her expertise in both food and animal handling adds a touch of whimsy and delight to the circus experience.

(Catnap) Nightlight: Aerial Artistry Maestro | A seasoned clown with a timeless charm, his mastery of aerial hoop and cloud swing keeps audiences laughing and gasping in awe, ensuring his place as a beloved icon of the circus.

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Circus AU! Critters

In a world where the spotlight fades and the laughter echoes emptily, lies the tale of resilient spirits finding solace and purpose under the canvas of a traveling circus. These smiling critters, once disparate souls, now weave a tapestry of camaraderie amidst the neglect of their props, the decay of their food, and the echoing silence of the empty stands.

Their ringmaster, a figure of cruelty veiled in showmanship, lords over them like a dark cloud, siphoning their hard-earned coins for his vices, leaving them with little but shattered dreams and bitter disillusionment. Yet, amidst the ruins of their hopes, they persist. With over thirty determined souls, they toil tirelessly, supplementing their meager earnings with side jobs, scraping together every penny in a desperate bid to salvage their tarnished circus. But fate, it seems, has other plans. Their efforts are dashed, their dreams shattered, as their treacherous ringmaster absconds with their savings, leaving them stranded and forsaken at desolate train stations, their spirits hanging by a thread.

Just when all seems lost, a beacon of hope emerges. A man , garbed in resplendent ringmaster attire, approaches them with outstretched arms and a promise of redemption. His own circus troupe having disbanded, he seeks to breathe new life into their weary souls, offering them a chance to join him under the canopy of his enchanted circus. It's a leap of faith, a gamble against the odds,

but in the depths of their despair, they find themselves drawn to this man who weaves tales of magic and wonder. And so, with hesitant hearts and trembling hands, they take their first step into a world where the impossible reigns supreme, where dreams take flight on wings of stardust, and where, perhaps, they will find the family they've longed for amidst the flickering lights of the circus tent.

[You can draw version of them! Please credit me for the characters/Aus]

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#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #smiling critters #DogDay #CatNap #bubba bubbaphant #picky piggy #bobby bearhug #craftycorn #hoppy hopscotch #kickinchicken #Deep Sleep #Poppy playtime chapter 3 deep sleep #ask blog #asks #Mod Circus Baby Speaking

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