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Apple Seed 7: Demons
Charlie: (nestled into bed and surrounded by a maternity pillow to help prop up her heavy set baby belly) Are you sure you're alright with me going to bed early? I can stay up a little longer and help with the new residents' paperwork.
Vaggie: (cups Charlie's cheek and brushes her thumb over the bright red circle, slipping her finger into the well hidden dimple camouflaged underneath) I'm sure, hun. I can handle it just fine. I'll be in bed in about two- (checks the bedside clock) -two and a half hours.
Charlie: (pouts) But-
Vaggie: (presses a finger to Charlie's lips) No, no hables más, mi amor. You've been sleeping horribly for weeks. If you're tired, you should sleep. I can take over so you can rest. ¿Comprende?
Charlie: (huffs childishly but eyes slowly soften as she kisses Vaggie's finger) Yes, Ma'am. I understand. (snuggles under the covers and strokes her belly) I love you, Vaggie.
Vaggie: I love you too, querida. (kisses Charlie's forehead) Good night. (slowly exits the room and shuts the door with a soft click)
Vaggie: (sighs heavily and shuffles down the hall with an uneasy stride and hunch in her shoulders) Mierda... What am I going to do?
Vaggie: (enters the office and sits behind the desk, slowly opening a side drawer to reveal a hidden flask and pulling it out to take a pull of the liquor inside) Fuck.... Now, I'm drinking by myself because of this... Shit....
-Silence-
Vaggie: (bites her lip and pulls out her phone) I cannot believe I'm doing this. (dials the number and sets the phone to speaker)
-Brrrrrrrrd! ....Brrrrrrrd! ....Brrrrrrrrd!-
Carmilla: Carmine Industries. State your business.
Vaggie: (nervous) Uh, hello, Ms. Carmine. This is Vaggie Morningstar.
Carmilla: I'm well aware who you are, Vaggie. That's the point of caller ID. What do you want?
Vaggie: (under her breath) Gee, aren't you just as perky as ever. (clears her throat) I'm... in need of some... ugh...shit.... advice.
Carmilla: .............I'm listening.
Vaggie: You have two daughters.
Carmilla: How astute of you.
Vaggie: Smartass comments aside! (gets quiet and nervous) How... do you do it?
Carmilla: ..........I must say. Normally, I'd pride myself on being able to understand most nonsensical babbling, but I'm not quite following yours. Elaborate.
Vaggie: (sighs and sinks into the chair) How do you do it? Hold your kids when you have blood on your hands? (stares at her palms and flinches as flashes of deep crimson blood stain her fingers before returning to normal)
Carmilla: I see. This is about your prior Exorcist work and the baby on the way, isn't it?
Vaggie: (nods sullenly before remembering that she's on a voice call) Fuck! Yes! This is about that! How can I hold a perfect little being after everything I've done?! After all the people I've killed here in Hell? (flood gates open as her emotions run wild and tears sting her eyes) I know Charlie has forgiven me, but what if I hurt them? What if... I'm not good enough?
Carmilla: .............
Vaggie: (slowly calms down and wipes the tears from her eyes)
Carmilla: (softly) Because when that child is born, the hands that you once used to kill will be used to protect something even more precious than you could ever imagine.
Vaggie: (blinks) Carmine?
Carmilla: That innocent, perfect little baby will rely on you for everything the moment they're born. Your wife will rely on you to help her shoulder the burden. Do you honestly think that child will care about the people you killed when they only know the love you've given it? The care you've provided to it and it's mother?
Vaggie: But.... what if I-
Carmilla: Taint it? (huffs a laugh) With what? Slightly sullied hands that may or may not be covered in spit up? A child isn't tainted by the past sins of a parent, stupid girl.
Vaggie: (glances at her hands and watches as the blood washes away to a gross, white milky substance and cringes at the thought of spit up) Not sure how much I want that either....
Carmilla: Just remember to burp the child thoroughly between changing breasts if the princess is breastfeeding, and especially after. It should help with any projectile vomiting.
Vaggie: (smiles softly and relaxes) Do... you have anymore words of maternal wisdom for me? I... uh... feel pretty useless right now.
Carmilla: Hmmph. (sits down at her desk and leans back in amusement) Grab a notebook, and I'll give you a few tricks of the trade.
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brokentrafficknight · 5 months
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Now have rusted knight Jaune be bullied by a cabal of redheads
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So it turns out this show has a lotta redheads
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tanema123 · 8 days
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Just some more Mama Carmilla shenanigans.
This is the only time those three ever get along. When their kittens are in questions. Mama Carmilla really be collecting them like pokemon cards...
Kittens, respectfully returned to their own families eventually.
Carmilla later, secretly agreeed to Rosie's proposal, to collect chaggie for their occasional gossip time.
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infernal-feminae · 3 months
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"I--I um..."
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Meanwhile, the anons would find the barrel of a gun pressed against their skulls and a VERY pissed off Carmilla.
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carmineshummingbird · 9 months
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bruciemilf · 1 month
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Protective daddy Thomas Wayne.
No thoughts, only baby Bruce riding on his papa’s shoulders, mind ice cream in his tiny hand, much to Alfred’s utter dismay. “You’re getting so big, bunny! Oh don’t look so salty. He likes it.”
“If he wakes up and likes tigers, shall we commence to that, too?”
“Siberian tigers, sure.”
“T’ger,” Bruce just started speaking and it’s the most adorable and beautiful thing he’s ever heard. Thomas can’t deny himself peppering kisses all over him, and Alfred, too.
His hair shivers.
Carmine Falcone approaches them with a sharp eye. “Thomas Wayne outside and walking. Didn’t think I’d see you. And who’s this?” He’s bad at appearing harmless. Bruce hides behind Thomas’ head, peeking at him through his eyelashes.
Thomas’ radiant smile vanishes in something cold. “My baby.”
“My future competition,” he hums, “Pretty little thing. Like his daddy.”
A flat silence snows over them, and Thomas gently passes his baby boy to a still, smiling that switchblade smile of him.
“Let’s talk, Carmy.”
“Listen here, ya rat bastard,” He sneers, smile manic and eyes wide, like a scorned serpent baring its fangs, forearm pressed tight against Carmine’s throat. He watches that little vermin thrash and wheeze.
Thomas’ accent is honeyfire, drawling like a whiskey river and booming like lighting. “You even look at my son again, I swear on my mama’s body, boy, I’ll dig up your piece of shit daddy and make you eat the skin. You understand?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t fucking play with me, Falcone. “
“I swear,” he groans, clawing at Thomas’ arm, but he doesn’t even feel it, that’s how enraged he is. “On my father’s name, I swear.”
“Good. “ A knee to the stomach is unnecessary, yet greatly desired. “Get the fuck off my streets.” And if Alfred watches Thomas hide his bloody knuckles from Bruce while they’re at the park, who’s he to say anything?
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nanaminokanojo · 1 month
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POTTY MOUTH | sukuna x reader
–your toddler is cussing and guess whom he learned it from | Inspired by this ig reel from sullivanking. It's so Sukuna-coded and I just had to.
CW: just cussing
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"Fak..."
Tiny footsteps followed as your toddler tottered about the hallway into the living room where your husband was sitting, watching TV. You ignored it, thinking it was just gibberish your three-year-old son was saying, but then, he said it again, the vowel not quite sounding right, but you knew just why your ears piqued at the sound.
"Fak!"
Swiftly, you turned around, your feet carrying you to the direction your kid went before you know it, holding one of the clothes you were folding in the laundry room from whence you came from. He wasn't saying the word quite right, but still... You were met with an equally shocked Sukuna who was just trailing his little replica with his eyes, arms crossed over his broad chest as the latter just walked around the room, seemingly unaware that the two of you were even watching.
You couldn't make out the expression on your husband's face, but your left eye twitched at every single utterance of the foul word coming from your little one's mouth no less. It didn't take long for you to figure out how he felt as he sank his lips between his teeth, also unaware that you were watching him. Soon, much to your chagrin, his shoulders were shaking even as he fought the laughter that was beginning to spill over his mouth.
Then, again, in that small, innocent voice, you heard it again: "Fak." You gasped and both Sukuna and your child looked at you, the older of the two clearing his throat and trying to school his expressions into that of disappointment albeit feigned upon seeing the same yet genuine expression on yours. Your son, however, beamed at you and waved innocently. "Hi, Mama."
"Hello, sweetheart..." You sat on the couch next to Sukuna, hiding your face from your little boy as you glared daggers at your husband.
"What the fuck did I do?" he whispered, but your son heard it and giggled, pointing at Sukuna with his tiny finger. "Papa! Fak –!"
"Sweetheart, don't say that," you interrupted, shaking your head as you beckoned him over. "That's not a very nice word."
But your kid, like his father, was defiant, running out of the room, laughing in high-pitched tones instead of being deterred from saying that bad word again. And finally, Sukuna cracked up, his deep voice ringing throughout the room even as you started smacking him on the leg and arm, fending himself from your "attacks".
"Baby, why are you mad at me?" He jabbed a thumb over to the general direction your son went. "He's the one cussing." He was still fighting laughter.
"This is on you! If you weren't such a potty mouth then he wouldn't be hearing such words!"
He tried to gather you in his arms, pulling you over his lap and securing you there as he planted a kiss on your temple, lingering there and letting go with a loud smack, but you still pouted at him. "Oh, come on. It's not my fault he's so smart."
You narrowed your eyes at him.
"His Mama is very smart," he said, trying to placate you, but you playfully pushed his head away from you. "Is that a roundabout way of saying he got that from me?"
"Naww." He pulled you even closer until your arm was flush against him, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Baby, I'm complimenting you."
"Okay, but do something about it. Daycare starts tomorrow..."
"Oh." He blinked at you and you saw your exact thoughts reflected in his carmine eyes. How he's going to explain why his kid is saying such a word, you didn't know, but it sounds like a Sukuna problem.
"...and you're taking him there."
A/N: To all my readers, I assure you, I am writing, just taking a little break from everything. And yes, I have a bad case of brainrot, Sukuna being the culprit. Hope you enjoyed this though.
© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI’S JUJUTSU KAISEN. [20240329]
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themetaisawesome · 3 months
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Reasons why Carmilla Carmine is Hell's #1 milf
That voice
That mane of hair
Those eyes
She's tall (even if she's cheating by standing like a ballerina)
Heels so sharp that they can slit throats and stomp to the beat
Mama bear instincts so strong they can kill an exorcist for the first time in recorded history
I don't normally approve of weapons manufacturers, but I can make an exception for her (plus her guns look pretty)
She's besties with the oldest overlord in hell
Doesn't give a fuck where the radio demon, whose bodycount includes several overlords, has been
Recognizes the Power of Love (it's strong and it's sudden and it's cruel sometimes, but it might just save your life!)
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shadowskulls-blog · 2 months
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can you do a Carmilla x wife where her wife has literally never seen her with her hair down but when she finally does she's like "Who are you and what have you done with my wife."
Yes. This is funny because I'm sure everyone who saw her hair come down was shocked and in love. I would know because I literally went, "Oh hot mama!" and my best friend started laughing his ass off also, we literally talked for an hour on how her hair worked until we gave up and said, "It's hell, she just got magic hair"
*Sfw*
Carmilla Carmine x Wife Reader
Carmilla sighed as she walked over to her vanity, putting her hands against the edge as she looked in the mirror to see that her hair was starting to fall down, from their horn shape.
Guess today was really making her work. Usually, her hair never falls down this much. So she'll just let it down early. She usually lets it down in bed and sets the ties to the side dresser, but guess she'll do it now.
Carmilla then pulled the ties out, her hair falling down past her shoulders and down her back as she set the ties to the side, looking in the mirror as she fixed up any lose strands going in her face.
Carmilla then heard the bedroom door open as your voice was heard, Carmilla turned her head to see your back turned with a bag of food in your hand
"Hey Mama, got some food for-" you said with a smile as you turned around, looking up to see Carmilla but with her hair down. You words stopped as your eyes widened in shock and confusion.
"Who are you, and where's my wife?" You asked, which got a laugh out of Carmilla. While you stayed confused and wondered what the hell happened.
"Hun? It's me?" Carmilla said, unsure what you were getting at. Is this your thing with jokes, or are you serious?
"My wife has two large horns....those are hair!? I thought they were horns!" You said, getting on the fact that those aren't horns. For as long as you've known each other you always thought those were horns or she tied her hair around her horns...
It's all just hair?!
"Yes? Have you never seen me with my hair down?" Carmilla asked, confused since, well, you're married. She would've thought you would have seen her with her hair down, considering you sleep in the same bed. With you being very clingy as well...
"No... I have not, but now that I have good lord, you have beautiful godess hair." You said as you walked up with you setting the bag aside as you let your hand run through a bit of her hair.
"Well, thank you, but how have you not seen me with my hair down?" Carmilla asked you, standing up as you realized how big and long her hair was, as big and long as you.
"You know I like to sleep in. Especially with how big and comfy that bed is. Feels like paradise when I get under those covers....in more ways than one...." You said with a smirk, since with your height compared to hers, that bed is like two king sized bed to you. So you usually take a while to wake up
But, when you do, you usually see Carmilla already ready for the day, so seeing this is both a shock and a beautiful sight.
"Also, how do you tie your hair up like that? Is something in there making it stand, or is it just tied?" You asked as you walked up with you playing with her hair, feeling how soft it was. Carmilla looked down and smiled down at you. Seeing you play with her hair was a cute sight
"It takes a while, but it's tide," Carmilla explained as you continued to play with her hair. Made you look like a cat making biscuits on her hair. You then looked up at Carmilla. Seeing her soft smile and kind eyes.
You blushed bright and pulled your hands away as you put them behind your back. Carmilla laughed as she bent down, cupping your cheeks in her hands as she kissed you on the lips. You blushed bright as you smiled putting your hands on the back of her head.
As you usually would, but, since with all the hair, it feels much softer and harder to find the back of her head now.
"You're too cute sometimes, you know," Carmilla said as she smiled at you with you blushing as your fingers went through her hair. That night, you slept with your arms around her neck as her hair was tangled in your fingers
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It was short, but this was such a cute and funny idea. Since Carmilla with her hair down is very beautiful.
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goldenamaranthe-blog · 2 months
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Cooking Skills: Charlie Feat. Auntie Rosie
Charlie: Rooooossiiiiiie!!!
Rosie: Charlie, dear! What a surprise?! What brings you all the way to Cannibal Town?
Charlie: Do you know anything about cooking? (Sees the multitude of various "finger" sandwiches and winces) Erm... Cooking in a non-cannibal way?
Rosie: Hmmmm... Can't say I do, sweetie. It's been a long time since I've cooked anything without sinner flesh. Why do you ask?
Charlie: I told Vaggie that I wanted to cook a nice dinner for her, and she gave me that "Oh shit, please don't" smile that she usually gets when she's not 100% confident in my skills!
Rosie: I take it you're not much of a little chef?
Charlie: (holds her head in her hands) I can't even boil water without it burning!
Rosie: Have you tried asking your father? I've heard that he can cook.
Charlie: Pancakes. He's good at making pancakes. Everything else... well....
-Flashback-
Lucifer: (in the kitchen at 2am, crying) Depressed?! I'm not depressed! Can a depressed, divorced dad do this?! (shovels plain baked pie crust and fried apples into his mouth, topping it all off by squirting whipped cream in a deconstructed apple pie) *sniff* I'm sooohoo lonely!
-Present-
Rosie: Oh! Shit. That's quite the predicament.
Charlie: I don't know what to do.
Rosie: Hmmmm.... I think I might know a gal who can help you out~
-Across the Pentagram-
Rosie: (walks up the steps and knocks on the solid metal door) Carmilla, dear! It's Rosie!
Carmilla: (face pops up on an intercom speaker) Rosie, for the last time. I don't want to join your Bridge club.
Rosie: Oh, no! I'm not here for that. I'll get you next week, ha! No, I'm here with Miss Charlie. She's having a bit of a conundrum.
Charlie: (waves awkwardly) H-How do you do?
Carmilla: Princess? This is a surprise. Well, out with it.
Charlie: IwannamakedinnerforVaggie, butshedoesntthinkicancook, andIhavenowhereelsetogo-
Carmilla: Rosie, are you able to translate this gibberish?
Rosie: Charlie needs help cooking a lovely, comforting meal for her little girlfriend.
Carmilla: .......You honestly came here to ask me to help you learn to cook?
Rosie: You betcha!
Carmilla: ....... (screen goes black)
Charlie: Wait! (Plasters her face to the screen) Carmilla! I-I mean! Ms. Carmine, please, I desperately need your help!
-Door slides open to Carmine standing imposing in the doorway-
Carmilla: If you're going to be cooking my recipes, in my kitchen, then you're going to be respectful and follow everything I say. Do you understand?
Charlie: (spine snaps ramrod straight) Yes, Ma'am!
Carmilla: Very well, come in.
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tanema123 · 26 days
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Some dresses are just made for queens. And we can all agree, Carmilla is a QUEEN!
I put the whole process. Hope you like it. 💖
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mooncalf87 · 2 months
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Do you have headcanons for Alastor and his mother?
YES I'm so sorry this took me so long to anwser
Also I cant think of a proper name for Alastors mama so we are just referring to her as "alastors mama" in this
Inspiration for a few of these come from the appleradio fic "Permission to Touch" on Ao3 by Nyou! Its an amazing fic, you all should go and read it :3
Alastor and his Mama hcs <3
Alastor got sick a lot as a child, and some of his best memorys were his mama taking care of him
She didn't pass away until after Alastor was killed
Alastor never moved out because he never saw a real reason to, and his mama was just fine with that.
She was a cook in life
There was almost CONSTANTLY music playing in their home
Alastors mama helped him start his radio broadcast in life! Without her he would've never been able to accomplish everything he did
Mimzy and Alastors mom got along great!! Mimzy was one of Alastors only friends so she hung around their house a lot
After Heaven and Hell start working together in peace, Alastor gets to see his mama again (who is an angel)
She is not proud of alastor for all the terrible things he has done, but he is still her baby, and she has all the love for him in the world.
Alastor brings his mama to Cannibal Town! No one trys to eat her because "any family of Al, is a friend of ours." Alastor introduces his mama to Rosie, who immediately hit it off and become friends. Alastors mama shares all the embarrassing Alastor storys to Rosie <3
Alastors mama LOVES everyone at the hotel. Especially Charlie! She reminds her of herself when she was young
They can't spend more then 24 hours in a realm that they weren't assigned to at death, but Alastor and his mama visit each other a lot
In heaven, Alastors mom has a close friend group that consists of Emily, Molly, and Sir Pentious! She's shocked when she finds out Molly and Pents relations to the hotel/hotel members
In heaven Alastors mama owns a restaurant <3
Alastors mama doesn't know many of the other overlords very well (other then rosie), but she likes Carmilla Carmine and her daughters a lot
Alastor doesn't come to heaven as much as his mama comes to hell to visit him, people up there are still not as welcoming as Hell can be
His mama loves Lucifer. So much. Thinks he's the sweetest little guy
Her form is a sheep! She's just about as tall as Alastor, maybe just a few inches shorter.
Alastors mama LOVES to draw! She is an amazing artist
(These next ones include appleradio, so if you arnt a fan of that ship, you've read all I've got to offer! :)
Alastor and Lucifer don't tell als mama about their relationship for a little while! She is originally apprehensive about Luci due to the fact that he is the literal DEVIL, but they tell her once she starts warming up to him
She is very excited about their relationship!! She can see how much they care for each other in their little actions (like covering another with a blanket if they're cold, little sweet stuff like that)
Once alastors mama realizes that Luci isn't this big scary guy like he's said to be in heaven, she warms right up to him. They love gossiping together
I take HC requests!!
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kurosstuff · 2 months
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HIII I was the one who requested the Lute fic and I absolutely loved it!!! I was wondering if I could request again, this time could it be a Carmilla x Reader, where she ( and her daughters ) gets redeemed and when they get to heaven they find reader who is Carmilla’s spouse ( GN! Or Male reader please ) and they realize that reader doesn’t recognize them because those who go to heaven don’t remember those who went to hell, just a lot of angst hehe
( again if you aren’t comfy doing this it’s alr ^^ !! Thank you !! )
I've never written her before I hope I did her good?♡
Also! I do only write GN! or female reader(can't write male readers I'm sorry♡)
Also what's her daughters names? I looked ut up and I'm getting like a mix of answers so their names aren't stated csuse of it
But♡ hope you dont mind how angsty I made it with? A twist♡♡
Carmilla x reader: Heaven *cruel* rule.
Carmilla didn't see herself as a angel. She's a demon for fucks sake yet- the ones more deserving to be redeemed were her daughters. But they only entertained it if she would.
So like any good mother? She joined them. Not wanting her daughters to be left behind. Wanting to ensure their safety. She trusted Charlie enough but her trust doesn't include.. the odd bunch she allowed to be helpers to the sinners on the path to be "winners"
She truly thought the dream was just that. A dream. Nothing more then just a childish wish Charlie had but here she was in heaven. Her girls in the rightful place- smiling she glanced down at her gold ring.
Maybe she'll see you- her love once again? In the only rightful place you should be in.
Heaven
She smiled at the thought.
Carmilla fidgeted something felt.. off today as she walked around heaven. Her daughters are not long behind her, holding her dress in nerves. Humming seemed they also felt the same. "My daughters~ don't worry were safe now, ok?" Her new bright wings fidgeting still uncomfortable at the new feeling looking up she froze - seeing the angel - her love - the spouse she had in the living world before she was stripped away from them in death. A bright smile came onto her face seeing you- healthy- happy.
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Turns out Heaven? Does have rules
Alot
Humming going through a book of rules Carmilla was so close to just giving *up* trying to find another angel was JUST as difficult with all the rules added to it. How there's a wait list but.
No one under Carmine other then her and her daughters were anywhere was there stated of another person. Frowning closing the book. Sighing, she stood up, stopping to smile at one of her daughter
"Did.. you find them, mother?" Smiling sadly, she walked to her, holding her hands out, pulling her into her arms. Her wings automatically curling around her daughter as a cocoon as if? To protect her
"Not yet, my daughter.. but I will"
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"Mama- is that-" her eldest asked, whispering out watching her parent. The one she and her sister sobbed for years seeing them not with in the afterlife. But seeing you in heaven? She couldn't help but be glad you were in such a safe place.
As if sensing someone looking, you turned seeing the three newcomers moving to walk up to them to the strangers
"There you are my lo-"
"hi~ I'm glad you made it in heaven~ what's your names? I'm sure there's helper angels for new angels~" you cut off Carmilla accidentally pulling out a almost scroll looking thing "sorry I'm well aware in hell some technology is more advanced and all but~ in heaven some things like this? The council loves the old feel~" humming
Blinking, she tilted her head now. Confused? Why weren't you throwing yourself in her arms? Not calling her your love? Your wife? Bile reached the back of her throat and now an unnerving feeling. That something? Is very, very wrong here
"Do you not know me?"
That made you stop looking up at her, slowly tilting your head in thought, "..no I'm sorry, I don't believe we ever met~" before she or her daughters could ask more a voice called out- making a huge smile appear on your face the same one you used to give her- her blood ran cold.
A beautiful woman stepped out of a house holding what looked like a child. Blinking, she watched as she walked to you, kissing you gently happily humming. She finally realized. The lack of a ring on your finger- well you did have a gold band. But not your band. Not the one you wore during your marriage. Not the one that matches hers.
"I'm sorry, my friends~ My wife needs me for a moment~" Do you need any more help?" After handing her the letter with the angels name to help her and her daughters - gently wrapping her arms around them, pulling them close, sensing how upset they were rightfully so.
"..m-may I ask what the little ones' name is?" Voice breaking, making you smile, grinning looking over at her "her names Carmilla~ I don't know why, but.. the name felt very important~" Purring out kissing the child's head gently making her close her eyes nodding
Turning she guided her daughters away from her lover- her now ex lover. Not stopping until they all reached their new home. Pulling them close sobbing along with them "did they abandon us?" In her tearfully state she didn't know who asked bur she was quick to shut that idea down kissing her daughters heads
"No, no- they'd never - not in a million centuries... heaven.. heaven makes angels forget demons. It's a cruel thing.. that I forgot about - im- I'm so sorry. " Holding them closer, sobbing loudly with them until they passed out from exhaustion looking out the window tearfully sorrowful. Like the day she lost you- she lost you permanently.
She couldn't WOULDN'T tell you. It'd be wrong. Even though she wishes to kiss you. Have you in her arms once more. She wouldn't do that to you. Or your wife. Especially with your child. Its none of your faults for the law of heaven and hell. But - she couldn't help but think. If she wasn't such a horrid woman in the living. Didn't get her daughters involved? Would she have gone to Heaven with you?
Would that child be hers?
It was a cruel, sick thought she quickly took away. Looking down disgusted with herself. She sighed
"I hope your.. happy my love" she whsipering rubbing the band on her finger. She needed time. Then she'll finally take it off. Closing her eyes she sighed.
Love is.. painful.
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carmineshummingbird · 9 months
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He better pick it up!
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bruciemilf · 28 days
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ope don't mind me i'm just gonna-- *sets this down next to your constantine post*
The batkids have all fallen in line like Thomas is their superior officer and they've all basically decided Dick is getting thrown on the pyre (because cop) when Jason slowly raises his hand like he's back in school.
Jason, who lives for chaos, putting on the Sad Orphan Eyes that Dick taught all of them how to do, saying "Abuelo, you know I died? The clown who killed me is still alive."
All the other kids jump in with "oh he's right nonno" etc etc "don't worry bambini your nonno will take care of it" etc etc
(and while Thomas and Martha aren't exactly thrilled Jason is a crime lord, he's so much better at it than fucking Carmine. So the boy is ambitious! There are worse things to be. Thomas then slips Jason a fiver when Bruce isn't looking like grandparents do)
((also also the kids calling martha and thomas grandma/grandpa in whatever other language they grew up speaking))
just thinking that thomas highkey loves being a grandparent. absolutely considers it a promotion. softest pushover of a man but also the scary dog privilege for all of his grandchildren
NONNO THATS SO ADORABLE IM GONNA CRY— ok. But you know what? Pepa and Felix from Encanto dynamic between Martha, Thomas and Alfred.
Alfred trying to tell their grandkids about the epic love story between them, and Thomas keeps on interjecting with wildly inaccurate information (he wants Damian to find him as cool as possible)
Martha, with moscow in her voice, “You’re telling the story or is he?”
“I’m sorry amore go on ^^”
Bruce gags in the background like the world’s firstborn hypocrite.
But also, southern Thomas Wayne,,, wears the fringe styled boots with gemstones on them and sparkly jacket and talks like a honey pie, but has a glare that can silence a whole table if needed be.
He’s extremely sad about Destiny’s Child breaking up, (Dick had to deliver the news, which was a whole other experience) but BEYONCÉ HAS A COUNTRY ALBUM YOU SAY?? Sign him the FUCK up.
Bruce, under his breath: no one listens to country,,,
Thomas: oh shut i. You know, your mama and I made YOU on the dinner table with Love is a Butterfly playing in the background—-
Jason: rapidly spits his food out
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Badass superhuman mamas who do half of what they do in the name of their daughters has got to be one of my fave tropes lol
Top to bottom;
Vampire Queen Necrolai and her daughter LeeLee
Overlord Camilla Carmine and her two daughters Odette and Clara
Lady Dimitrescu and her three daughters Bela Cassandra and Daniela
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