#my rosebud babe

[samirafee]

#SIMBA🐯💓BE SOFT🌸but UNAFRAID TO CONQUER⚔️🐾

@samirafee

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[astralnymphh]

ellie making reader praise themselves before letting them cum

.ᐟ 🦷⋅. ohh this is an interesting idea— ౨ৎ like just picture ellie, at a kneel between your thighs with hers folded and tucked beneath, moth of her tattoo faceward to you since her palm aims heavenward— base knuckles deep to your g—spot. the sensations given are paradisical— of, or relating to, heaven. a heavenly cluster of feelings, tightening in your core. makes you go cross—eyed, see the bending flesh of hell, all cause she's draining your pussy so succulently of slick tears, y'just wanna make ellie proud with all your sappy white loveliness spilling. too bad, though, that even with all the froth blowing from your ellie—finger—shaped hole, she just wants to hear your voice, and cease her thrusting. ✧

"such a good pussy— mhh," her rasp hangs right over you, rust of her hair cascading beyond her nape as she towers your laid torso, "right? — wanna tell me how good n' pretty she is?" ellie presses, curling in question. her voice alone was a death in you, not of you, not yet. ohh, that husk she taps into made you tense your vulva around her tighter, provoking a chuckled string of her request continuing, "hehe, words babe— use ur' words."

you wiggle your hips on her stagnant palm, pursuing that ticklish sensation gone astray. ugh— dammit, you couldn't deem her an asshole for this. her eyes are just too kind.. willing, and every bit of eager to hark your mutter, "m—my pussy's.. mhh, fuccck— ellie." unfortunate it is, that you whined, pouty with those sweet rosebud lips.

"mh—mm," an unsatisfied hum vibrates her throat, shaking her rustic auburn locks 'round her neck, "fuck, c'mon.. need to hear y'say it." coos ellie, sniffling dry and planting a snug elbow on the mattress intimate to your flank, slinking her freckled face closer.

a part of your sweet spit lips let the push of a, "m'pussy's good.. n' pretty— ellie, she's soo good.." pitch high in reply, an underlying beg sifting through slightly.

"attagirl," her raspy fry wrenches something pleasant inside you, binding softly with a sunsetting peck upon your shoulder to ease her desires— next thing you hear being, "such a good fuckin' listener." and a bustle of your squelchy hole smacking around her relentless fingers as she pipes you thourough, and milks your walls dry.

— apologies that this was a bit quicker n simpler, got something to do ♡ softdom!ellie rocks though

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[crheativity]

Started thinking about what pet names all the boys would give you (excluding standard ones like babe/baby and darling and love and stuff) and this is what I came up with-

(Some of these have been in fics I've read bur I am currently sick as a dog and don't remember where, so credit where credit is due!)

Heartslabyul-

Riddle: His Rose/Rosebud/Petal. Might use Strawberry if he can not get flustered by using it

Ace: Cherry (he mentions liking cherries at some point)

Deuce: Bluebell/Bluebird (no clue why I thought of it but this is so frickin cuuute 🥺)

Cater: Presh (originally it was his Diamond, then his Precious, then Presh for short)

Trey: Honey or Sugar if he was feeling endeared, but if he was messing around he'd use different ingredients (egg, flour, butter, etc. Oyster sauce is one of his favourites when teasing too)

Savannaclaw-

Leona: I could only think of catnip, kitten or pillow so pick your poison 💀

Jack: His mate (most people think you are just homies at first bc of it but then they realise)

Ruggie: Sweetpea/Dandelion/other (edible) flowers

Octavinelle-

Azul: Angelfish

Jade: Pearl

Floyd: Shrimpy!!1!1!!

Scarabia-

Kalim: Princess/Sunflower

Jamil: Gem/Albibi (baby in Arabic. Idk much about that one, I've seen people say he'd use it though)

Pomefiore-

Vil: Sweet potato Fair one

Rook would have a new one every two minutes and each time it would be a paragraph in French describing how beautiful you are

Epel: Apple blossom (shortened to Apple or blossom)

Ignihyde-

Idia: Player 2 he'd also use discord kitten to tick you off

(Also Ortho will now call you Neesan)

Diasomnia-

Malleus: MY child of man

Lilia: Little bat

Sebek: TOLERABLE

Silver: Fawn

If you guys have any other thoughts lmk, I'm curious to see what others think 👀👀

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[onmyyan]

A/N: Lil something sweet for ya Happy Valentine's!! Yandere Gotham Sirens X reader

TW'S: YANDERE, DRUGGING

Coming home to a cold, nearly empty apartment on Valentine's day was the last thing you wanted to do, but alas, your previous plans of getting baked and watching all five Twilight movies had to be postponed as sweet, kindhearted you agreed to cover your married coworkers shift so she could spend the love filled day with her wife.

Eight grueling hours later, here you were, shuffling in your house with a well earned yawn, when your eyes registered the hue of pink coming from the heart shaped lights on the wall, lights that you definitely didn't leave there earlier, all at once any tiredness you had left your body.

You definitely needed new locks. This was the first thought you had after taking in your fully decorated apartment.

Pink, red, and black streamers were pinned to your walls, a giant teddy bear with X's for eyes sat dead center on your couch besides him was your typical heart shaped box of chocolates but the front of the package had been doodled on, stick figures of a woman with pigtails and what looked like you littered the front, each in an adorable display of affection.

In the bear's fuzzy arms sat a red and black card tucked snug, when you picked it up a rainfall of gold glitter hit the floor, but before you could read said card your Tabby cat Socks sauntered his way into the living room, he rubbed against your legs in his familiar greeting, it was only then you noticed the new diamond encrusted collar wrapped around his neck, the gems twinkling in the pink light and before you could question that, he lead you back towards your bedroom, where an entire collection of shimmering gems and jewelry were laid out like a feast, the no doubt expensive items seemed so out of place against your cheap sheets, each item was placed with a care you couldn't help but notice, the small note beside it simply read, ' A gem like yourself needs to be locked away so no one can steal you, as such, you should also only have the finest jewels kiss your skin, this is just a taste.'- S. K.

A red lipstick stain sealed the small message.

Mind still reeling, your socked feet rushed back into your small living room, it was here you took note of what appeared to be your last gift.

The Venus flytrap sitting idly in your windowsill looked beautiful in the warm light, when you approached the carnivorous plant, it seemed to brighten up, actually reaching out to curl against your hand, sort of like a cat. Planted in the soil beside it was a note written in cursive. 'A beautiful flora for you my little rosebud, when and if I am not around to protect you, our small friend here eats more than flies.'-P. I.

You gaped at the scene, it felt as if you were dreaming, you tried in vain to wrap your head around it all when finally, you remembered the card in your hand and haistly opened it, glitter be damned.

'Happy Valentine's day Honey! Did we surprise ya? I know we did, hope we didn't scare you baby, you just looked so sad earlier! :( not okay for my Darlin' to be upset on this capitalistic holiday we all know and love! I personally could not let that slide, so me and the girls did a little somethin' small to show ya how much we care! Selena said I shouldn't bother with a long note because by now the drugs will be kicking in, but don't worry a single hair on that pretty little head, Ivy's a pro, bet your brains gettin' all fuzzy huh? Gotta be careful touching suspicious letters left in your place babes! Best part is, when ya wake up, you'll be home, your real home, and we're never lettin' go. Xoxo- your soon to be favorite. -H. Q.

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[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

heyyyy i love your series so much. I’ve read it so many times and its always amazing. Can you pleaseeee write an AU blurb to daemon’s reaction of babey dying.

Someone wanted to suffer so OMG I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS! (Also sorry it took a while to get out, I wanted to finish off 'Worship' before getting to this little blurb, but I hope it feeds your need for pain!) THIS IS AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE BLURB, DO NOT PANIC!!!

the stranger ('terms of endearment' au)

On the night of your child's birth, Daemon's world implodes.

Triggers: death in childbirth.

When had the world gone cold?

His was a body formed from fire and blood, a raging inferno that sweeps away all who dare to cross him in a maelstrom of heat and passion and fury. He burned bright, deep, dark, and all who knew his tempestuous nature feared it. Feared him.

But he is frozen and hollow now, a carcass left abandoned in the dying light for the vultures to pick upon. The emptiness swallows him whole.

He barely registers Rhaenyra’s sobs, or Viserys’s remaining hand upon his shoulder, or the Hightower bitch’s snivelling murmurs. When the attendants seek to move you, he thinks he snaps at them, but he cannot be certain. The noise is insensate, like trying to hear words under the waves of the ocean. His pulse fills his ears with useless sound, every beat a reminder that your own heart toils no longer.

Your hair – moonlight spilling over the pillows in luminescent shine – is as bright as ever, as soft and perfect and you as it had always been. He takes your jaw in hand, thumb tracing the bow of your petal lips, fingers across your cheek. You are so, so beautiful; it is a tragic beauty, the bloom of colour gone from pallid skin, pigment leached from stone. You were warm once, he recalls, but it is fading, oozing black and red across the mattress. It soaks through his breeches, wetting it with the life essence that ought to have remained within you, kept you vivid and buoyant and everything that is real and necessary. One of your small palms is clasped in his own, and they have always been cold, he has always warmed them for you. Why is it not working now?

“… the boy… his name?”

Ah, yes, he recalls. The babe.

His brave, brave girl. You had rocked and moaned and pushed and wailed as the child tore his way through you, retreating to that instinctive bestiality of ancient womanhood. He cannot recall the last words he had ever spoken to you, if there even were any, so lost in the haze of pain and torment as you had been. It was overwhelming, alarming, utterly destroying to do nothing but watch as new life had made you undone, had ripped itself from you and left you fractured beyond repair. He barely remembers it; hopes he never will. Those flashes of tears and screams and the lingering scent of doom will haunt him forevermore.

Dimly, he senses someone shifting your arm, something wiggly and squalling being deposited into the crook of it. Silver braid, black sleeve. A woman. He looks down at it, at that small, small lifeform, rosy flush and bow lips and pale hair so like yours. The child’s cries abate at the feel of his mother around him, a bond that will never break, not even when you are ash upon the wind.

The boy looks like you. Perhaps that’s impossible for a babe so new, but he does. His rosebud mouth is suckling, rooting for the milk that will never come from you, his little brows scrunching in frustration. He smiles. It is a broken, desperate thing.

Well done, my darling.

“Good girl,” he whispers, caressing your face. “My clever sweetling.”

Here, in this bed of blood, a part of him dies.

Don't worry, this WILL NOT HAPPEN in the main series - but I am happy to add these little blurbs to the Alternate Universe train! Thanks for reading!

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[saeyoungchoismaid]

hi love! big fan of your blog <3 if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could I request hc's for a gender neutral MC who calls the obey me boys (minus luke ofc) by terms of endearment as a nickname, like calling mammon honey! love you, have a great day!

Hi anon! I'm assuming you're asking for their reactions to being called smth like that and what they'd prefer to be called? Idk but that's what I did lol. Hope you enjoy!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Lucifer:

I think the first time you use a term of endearment for him, he's just kinda like 🧍 LMAO

like it just catches him so off guard bc he's not used to it

if you call him smth serious like "darling" or "sweetie," he will blush but try to hide it

if it's smth dumb like "my honey bunches of oats," he's going to give you the most unimpressed look imaginable

definitely prefers to call you and to be called the more 'mature' terms such as darling, honey, my love, sweetheart, my beloved, and so on

Mammon:

blushes 47103784 different shades and can't stop stuttering the first time you call him one

pretends to not like them but is actually obsessed

he will legit think you're mad at him if you use his name instead of a pet name 😭✋😂

likes calling you the cheesy, dorky stuff like sweetie (pie), cutie (pie), my honey bunches of oats, sugar, sunshine, buttercup, sweet pea, and so on

he likes when you call him babe/baby, honey, sweetie, handsome, sweet thang, good lookin, and probs smth ridiculous like stud muffin 💀

Levi:

dies on the spot. rip Levi

nah but he fr gets SO embarrassed

honestly probably takes him a while to call you anything other than your name and "normie" 😭✋

when he finally gets with the program, he'd probably start out with calling you basic stuff like babe/baby and beautiful, and then might start warming up to more playful ones like queen/king or even smth oddly specific like Pudding Pop which ofc has a funny story behind it

he likes it when you call him babe/baby. And while these next ones are so corny and cheesy that it makes him want to die, he secretly loves them. Honey bun, sweetie (pie), love bug, and mayhaps even a baby boy?

Satan:

I can't decide if he'd be blushing red from embarrassment or would just be such a cocky bastard about it 😭✋

idk maybe if he was unsure about your feelings then he'd be flustered, but if he knew how you felt, he'd just be smirking as his sharp tongue went unchecked

honestly, probably uses similar terms that Luci uses, but I think he'd also use terms that are from books, poetry, and so on. Stuff like rosebud, jewel, my beloved, apple of my eye, light of my life, beau, dove, cara mia ("my beloved" in Italian), and so on. He'd also love to call you kitten/kitty cat/etc

he'd probably, again, like similar ones that Luci prefers. I think he'd also like things like Romeo, my other half, soulmate, my one and only, and other stuff like that. He even grows to like "old man" despite the fact that he pretends to hate it 💀

Asmo:

sigh. where to even start with this man

he's been calling you pet names since day one 😭💀

it ranges from cutie to sexy, baby to mi amor, sweet cheeks to darling, little dove to doll. it's a new one every time he addresses you I stg. It honestly just depends on what kind of mood he's/you're in, where you are, who you're with, etc.

he likes when you call him the same things, but especially likes anything that refers to his looks such as handsome, dream boat, papi, hot stuff, sexy, casanova, and so on. He also likes things like prince charming and my knight in shining armor

Beel:

my time has come

probably blushes when you call him one but then gets super happy and is just cheesin for the rest of the day

loves loves loves when you both use food ones 😭😂 sweetie pie, honey (bun), jellybean, cupcake, dumpling, buttercup, sugarplum, puddin, sugar, the list goes on 😭✋😂

I think he would also like the really sweet and cute ones too though like honey bunny, love bug, my love, darling, and so on

Belphie:

can dish it out but can't eat what he's cookin LMAO

easily calls you pet names but always gets so embarrassed when you return it. (He's probably the type to get angry when you call him something sweet or cute LMAO like his embarrassment turns into anger to cope with it anogifehdfah)

he loves calling you my moon/stars/sun(shine). I think he'd also use ones like angel, babe/baby, sweetie/sweetheart, and so on

he'd like when you call him sleepyhead, teddy bear, babe/baby, and snuggle bug. Super cheesy ones like snookums or smth like that will never fail to make him grin and chuckle

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[heartfullofleeches]

Currently obsessed and head over heels for Rosebud can I request a scenario of reader being tasked to clean up some litter and trash that was thrown around and landed near/on Rosebud during opening hours? I can just imagine Rosebud and their babies being so happy at the reader gently picking away all the filthy trash that landed in their vines

Rosebud has all my love rn I could talk to them for hours-

"Settle down, babes. I'm trying my best."

The roses whimper and shake in their filth ridden state, cowering in their bush as their caretaker attempts to free them of the clutter. Rosebud would've cried if able as they pulled a drink cup off one of their buds, the poor flower's petals crushed and drenched in its contents. They have no choice but to pluck it and end its misery as it hangs awkwardly on its stem.

"I'm sorry, little one."

Rosebud utters a sob to match the Rose's as they crush it in their palm. They shrink back into the comfort of the statue, unable to work more at the time. Those damn mortal brats. They'd find a way out of here and stick them full of thorns. Who's bright idea was it to bring an entire bus of teenagers to a museum after they had just gone to a movie? Humanity really was a blight on the world.

Most of it anyway.

"Hello?"

The roses' distressed warbles turn to weak, happy chirps at the voice. Rosebud peaks from its petals to see you standing there with a bucket full of cleaning supplies and wash rag in hand. Your sad look both crushes and lifts their thorny spirits.

"Rosetta? Is that you? Have you come to help us?"

"Well, it's my task for the night, but I would've come anyway." You kneel before the bush, hushing the frightened bouquet. Some snap at you, but with a gentle pat and comforting words they quiet down. You then get to work. Armoring your hands with gloves as you pull wrappers from the bush, gently scolding the roses that attempt to eat the mess. They work to the best of their capabilities to help you out. Moving before asked, licking the minor cuts you gain.

About an hour down, and you've finished with the bush itself. You stand and rinse the wash cloth before taking it to the stains on the statue itself. Rosebud watches you silently for the most part, cracking a joke that they never expected such intimacy so early in your relationship when you're almost done. Dropping the dirty rag in the bucket, you step back to let them enjoy their freedom. The roses quickly rise to attention, barking loudly as Rosebud clasps their hands together.

"Oh thank you ever so much, Rosetta. Our savior, and gallant knight of the garden. Come close so that we may give you your dues."

You return to your orginal spot and are instantly ambushed in praise. The roses nip and rub against whatever surface they can reach as Rosebud's vines wrap around your torso and pull you into the fray. One bud unhinges its jaws wide, only to carefully take your finger into its mouth and course its tongue over your skin. You start to laugh at their tickling kisses. Rosebud hooks the flat area of their arms around your neck as it brings you into a hug.

"Ah, music to our ears. I can see why the others want to keep you, but I will let you decide your place. Only rid the world of those who try to steal you away."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, Rosetta. Just let us protect you from the world and take all your troubles away for the time being."

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[leclerced]

see now like. thoughts about Max and Oscar with a girlfriend who has like a little farm with chicks and ducks and baby cows and sheep and horses. Max with baby cows and baby ducks. Oscar riding a horse?? save a horse ride a cowboy.

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maybe its the texan in me but oscar riding a horse is so sexy. here are some scattered thoughts

they would spend a lot of their off time at her farm, like an off grid kinda moment !! it’s out in the middle of nowhere, in one of those little historic towns called rosebud or smth cute. they do farmer’s markets on the first and third weekend of the month; saturdays are for produce and sundays are like a flea market. she makes preserves and stuff like that with her garden harvests and sells that and fresh produce at the farmers market!! maybe does some kind of crafts and sells those on sundays, like jewelry or soap?

in the beginning, oscar’s probably really comfortable with all of the animals than max, and maybe just wants to impress her by helping out. max is chill with cats, but kind of disinterested in the other animals until his partners are spending all their time tending to the animals and he can never find them. like he wants a cuddle and they’re out in the chicken coop collecting eggs, brushing the horses, feeding the animals, or tending to the garden. max probably complains when the chicken coop or barn stinks and oscar n reader are just like, “yeah babe. animals shit here. help us move it over to the compost (:” and he’s scrunching his nose n walking away.

he goes out to say hi bc he’s been streaming all day, ends up helping them with whatever they’re doing as long as it’s not cleaning the barn or coop. she teaches oscar how to ride first and max watches from the edge of the fence, feeds the horses sugar cubes n gives them pets but it takes him awhile to wanna get on one. kinda worried he’ll get thrown off and not be able to drive. he’d love the chickens and ducks, he’d sit in the yard and ducklings would pile up in his lap bc he’d feed them berries from the garden. he’d have a herd of ducks n chickens following him around the yard while he scatters feed. he’r be soo happy that they’re following him around in the moment, but get annoyed when every time he goes outside a herd of birds is accosting him bc he spoiled them

there’s one day she asks for help milking cows and both of them NOPE out of the barn. she’s like ): okay i’ll call my neighbor he’ll come help out. they kinda wanna be jealous bfs and say, “no don’t call him we’ll do it.” bc wdym you’re calling another man for help when you have two boyfriends? but there’s no fucking way they’re milking a cow. neighbor comes over and it’s like a 70 yr old grandpa when they were imagining and stressing over some hot cowboy 😭

when it comes time to shear the sheep, they’re both fucking confused. she hires someone to do it bc she can’t do it on her own but they all watched and max and oscar are a bit amazed when it’s all over and the sheep are all so much smaller without the fluff.

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[assortedseaglass]

The Seamstress & The Sailor - Volume II

Chapter Nineteen

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Warnings: Strong Language, Smut, Violence, Depictions of War, Death, Injury Detail, Mentions of Sexual Assault, Depictions of Reproductive Health, Suicidal Thoughts, World on Fire Spoilers

Word Count: 1.6K

September 1940

The night was drawn. In the corner of the small kitchen, the wireless crackled.

“It was a service shelter I went to, and one of the most cheering sights I’ve seen since the raids started. I’ve been around the streets on one job or another, but I’ve never seen anything to equal this shelter for comfort and cheerfulness. All the people come from a nearby blocks of flats. The families have decorated the walls with pictures of film stars, and the children have hung up paper streamers. Along one wall are chairs and a few tables, and when I went in all the women were knitting very busily. There was a babble of talk and most of the children were playing cards.”

“I hope Mrs Mason’s children are listening,”

“Don’t be a snob, Dot.”

“They could be quiet and play cards, rather than clattering about. Don’t know why we bother with the blackouts, the Jerries’ll find us from their shrieking and shouting.”

From her perch by the hearth, curled up like a cat in her father’s armchair, Bess smiled. The newspaper lay forgotten on her lap as she watched her sisters. Cora was at the sink, preparing potatoes for the following day, Dot looking into the mantel piece mirror, rolling her hair for bed. At the kitchen table, two figures hunched over the wireless. One with sandy hair, once blond now fading with age, the other under his raid warden’s hat. In each of their hands, a cup of steaming tea. Black, no milk. Milk was hard to come by these days.  

Bess could have been content. Content, were it not for the blackouts in the windows, the fire and candles casting shadows across their gaunt faces, the hush of the street beyond. Content, if Tom Bennett were not God knows where. She checked her sisters. Cora was still tutting at Dot. She checked her father and Douglas. They were silent, staring into space as they listened to the radio broadcast. Certain she was safe, Bess extracted the folded paper from the pocket of her slacks and hid it behind the newspaper.

…The Palais better still be standing when I get back. I don’t mind if some of the mills get blown up, even better if a bomb lands on Walter Watson’s place, but if the Palais goes I’m done for. So will you be, my girl. I’ll have to expend my energy somewhere…

Bess’ stomach flipped.

“Come away from the fire,” Cora smacked Bess’s legs off the grate they were propped on. “You’ve gone all flushed.”

“It’s nice,” Bess swallowed the lump in her throat away. “The flat’s freezing.”

“When are you back on shift, Bess?” Douglas was watching her, soft-eyed and gentle.

“Tomorrow,”

“Fancy a cycle?” Bess nodded her reply and Douglas smiled, his eyes crinkling at the edges.

“Douglas is too good to you. I hope you’re grateful, my love.” Fergal didn’t look up from his position by the wireless.

“Both the Bennett men are good to our Bess, dadda.” Dot smirked. “Mind my curls!” Cora had swiped at her with a tea towel. A small gargle distracted them all. Bess looked down. Wrapped in knitted blankets of blue, little baby Vera stretched in her basket. A small hand balled its fist and her little rosebud lips parted with a quiet smack as she yawned.

“Are you sure you don’t mind having her tonight?” Douglas whispered.

“Don’t be silly,” Cora rubbed his shoulder.

“No offence, Douglas, but you could use a good night’s sleep.” Cora shot Dot a look but the others laughed. Bess reached out to stroke the baby’s soft cheek with the back of her finger. She settled quickly, her little breaths huffing in and out. A fresh heat lit in Bess’ stomach, and she traced the edges of Tom’s letter.

…I can’t wait to be back with you all. Even Dad! It feels like we’ve turned a page since Vera came along. It’s like you said, when babes come along we see the world with fresh eyes. I think me and dad are seeing each other clearly for the first time in years. All because of Vera. That miraculous thing, you called her. I came back that day scared Dad and Lois would have moved on without me, and that you hated me still. I didn’t expect to feel more love than I have in my life. You know me, I’m not a broody man. But the sight of that little one makes me half mad with wanting one. What do you say, love? Shall we get some practice in…

“I’m off.” Bess jolted in her seat. Douglas was stood over her.

“Oh, right, yeah.” She stood and wrapped her arms around him, inhaling the comforting scent of his aftershave and laundry detergent. “I’ll knock in the morning, before my shift?”

“Aye,” he placed his cap on his head and bent over the basket, placing a kiss on his granddaughter’s chubby cheek. “Goodnight my sweet one.” He patted a hand on the shoulders of the other three, opened the Vaughns’ front door and slipped into the quiet street.

She couldn’t breathe, but somehow, she knew she was alive. Beneath her heavy chest, her heart was beating a tattoo.

“Bess, love, come on. Get up.” Cora’s voice was serious.

“I’m going to help Mrs Mason with the children. See you there.” Dot’s voice was distant, and Bess could faintly make out her footsteps hurrying away. She raised herself from sleep only to have her head cleaved in two by a great caterwauling beyond the windows.

The air raid siren. It wailed its tormented voice into the chill air. Up and down. Up and down. The race was on. Bess flung the blanket from her body, pulled her jumper over her nightdress and reached for a pair of woollen socks. Cora was already racing down the stairs. Bess grabbed Tom’s letter, and the photograph she always carried with her, and placed them in the basket alongside baby Vera. Holding the basket firmly in her arms, she descended the stairs after her sister.

“I’ve got your coat, Bess.”

Bess shoved her feet into her brogues, not bothering with the laces and hurried through the kitchen to the back door, out of the gate and into the ginnel. Residents were shuffling along the wet cobbles, some muttering their annoyance at the Germans, others with terror wide in their eyes. Mrs Flaherty was struggling with her shawl. Bess draped it over her shoulders and with the baby and basket under one arm, used the other to guide her to the shelter at the end of the road. Fergal was already there, whistle blowing, shepherding his little community to safety. Behind them, the street was dark except for the glistening of the moonlit rain on the stone.

Bess caught up with her sisters as they queued to get in, Dot with Mrs Mason’s youngest on her hip, Cora worrying her lip between her teeth as planes roared overhead. Enemy or ally, they couldn’t tell. Bess took her hand.

“Roger’s the best pilot they have. He’ll be fine.”

Just as Cora looked at Bess, eyes bright with tears, an almighty bang split the air. Blisters of brick and mortar rained down from the sky. Vera screamed at the top her lungs as the other children began to cry. Through the dust cloud, Fergal’s whistled screeched.

“Dadda!” Dot handed off the girl to Mrs Mason and pelted after her father as he ran towards the street.

“Dot!” Cora caught her hand as they turned into the road. Whistles and torch beams pierced the smog, the air raid siren still crying as distant ambulances joined its howling. By the time Bess caught up with them the air had cleared, and hot fear froze her whole. The roof of the Bennett’s home was gone, bricks from the front wall cluttering the street. It was as if it had been cut in two, its organs spilling into the road. Glass crunched under the wardens’ feet as they shouted in nearby houses for anyone that may have been left behind. Bess’ eyes flitted across the road. The windows of the Vaughns’ home had been blown away in the blast, but mercifully, their home still stood.

“Thanks God we have Vera,” Dot choked.

“It’s ok,” Cora soothed her little sister. “Douglas will be in the shelter. He’s a light sleeper, nothing could stop him hearing that siren.”

But Bess hadn’t seen him in the crush to get to the shelter. Nor had she seen him in the queue. Near tripping on her untied laces, she raced to the shelter. Frank Smith was waiting at the door in his warden’s hat. He reached for her elbow.

“Let’s get you inside, Bess-”

She wrenched away from him. “Fuck off, Frank. Douglas? Has anyone seen Douglas Bennett?” The faces that looked back at her from the darkness were blank, scared, confused. Helpless. “No. No. Shit.” Bess ran back outside, ignoring Frank’s angry shouts for her and her sisters to get in the shelter. Her sisters had their backs to her, facing the street as a weary figure made its lonely way towards them. Fergal. He took Cora and Dot by the arms and led them to the shelter, faltering in his steps when he saw Bess. His eyes, like Cora’s, were wide with tears. Blood was spattered on his hands. His steps were weary, too weary to catch Bess as her feet gave way, and she fell to the ground.  

Notes: We're back, babies!!! Let's see what Volume II has in store for Tom and Bess, shall we? (please check the warnings in case you haven't watched the new series/will struggle with some of the content)

The transcript at the beginning is a real broadcast from September/October 1940. Its quite easy to find archived radio broadcasts if anyone is interested!

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Happy Sunday and thank you to @wellbelesbian, @cutestkilla, @artsyunderstudy and @that-disabled-princess for the tag.

It's March 10th, which means it's Mario day, but more importantly, it'S ROSEMARY NATASHA SRINIVASAN SNOW-PITCH'S BIRTHDAY!

ROSEMARY DAY!!!! 🥳🎉🎂

Yes, I am still obsessed with this fictional Snowbaz child, their rosebud girl. I drew a rosebud as a celebration and put the song Rosemary on my daily playlist. I am so totally normal about Rosemary.

The camera couldn't really focus and also the silver was supposed to be glittery, but the glitter didn't really pop out. Ah well.

Don't ask me how old she is, because Paradiso 3 takes place in the future, so she isn't actually born yet. She's from 2030, so 6 more years.

And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos @coffeegleek @caramelcoffeeaddict @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @cerriddwenluna @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral ​ @martsonmars ​ @facewithoutheart ​ @shrekgogurt @rockitmans @bitbybitwrites @whatevertheweather @theotherhufflepuff @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion @esilher @kurtsascot @blackberrysummerblog @nightimedreamersghost

#i actually dont know if it makes sense if her birthday is on 10/03 in the story #but i also do not care #six sentence sunday #tagged in

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I've been making a long list of funfacts I've came up with for my lackaocs, I decided that I may as well share these publicly now tho just so you guys can get to know them better.

It's a lotta word vomit so be prepared for that lmao

I will be continuing to add more over time whenever I think of new things, or if anyone has any suggestions that I like enough to add n make canon. If you have questions then shoot me an ask to my inbox.

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Gale: Trans and Bisexual

Matilda: Bisexual

Marie: Trans and Asexual Demiromantic

Tony: Gay

Riley: Pansexual Demiromantic

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Gale 6'0

Matilda 5'8

Marie 5'11

Dot 2'9

Tony 6'0

Riley 7'2

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Gale's voiceclaim: John Mulaney

Matilda's voiceclaim: Jessica Rabbit

Dot's voiceclaim: Shirley Temple

Riley's voiceclaim: Geoff Castellucci

Marie's voiceclaim: Jennifer Tilly

Tony's voiceclaim: Aizawa Shouta [English]

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Gale's nicknames for the others;

Matilda: May, May dear, Darling, Love, My Beloved, Honey, Sweetheart, Belle, Muffin, Sugarplum, Baby, Babe, Beautiful, Amour

Riley: Big guy, Buddy, Bud, Cousin, Sully

Marie: No nicknames for her, he just calls her Marie. Or Ms. Brooke formally.

Antonio: Tony (casually, most of the time), Antonio (formally, usually), and Mr. Brooke (more formality). Though sometimes he may call him Sheik.

Dorothy: Dot, Sweetie, Peanut, Button, Princess

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Matilda's nicknames for the others;

Gale: Darling, Honey, Babe, Baby

Antonio: Tony, Old man, Menace (these are of endearment)

Marie: Angel Eyes, Daisy

Dorothy: Dot, Small one, Sweet pea

Riley: Big one, Brooder, Dove

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Marie's nicknames for the others;

Matilda: Hilda, Dear, Blossom, Sister

Antonio: Tony, Dear, Dimples, Daffodil, Brother

Dorothy: Dot, Dear, Sweetheart, Rosebud, Babydoll, My Angel, Little lamb, Ladybug

Gale: Gale (most of the time), Mr. Wolfgang (formally), Dear, Smiles, Sunflower

Riley: Riley (most of the time), Mr. Sullivan (formally), Dear, Honey, Wallflower

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Tony's nicknames for the others;

Matilda: Tilly, Matty, Baby sister, Sourpuss, Bitsy

Marie: MarMar, Lil sister, Sunshine, Angel Face

Dorothy: Dot, Dotty, Kiddo, Shortie, Little one, Thumbelina

Gale: Wolfgang, Bright eyes, Wonder boy, Screwball

Riley: Sullivan, Big man, Mac, Chap, Goliath

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Riley's nicknames for the others;

Gale: Cousin, Little man

Matilda: No nicknames for her, he just calls her Matilda. Or Mrs. Wolfgang formally.

Antonio: Tony (casually, usually), Antonio (formally, most of the time), and Mr. Brooke (more formality)

Marie: No nicknames for her, he just calls her Marie. Or Ms. Brooke formally. Though sometimes he calls her Ma'am.

Dorothy: Dot, Little one, Sweetheart, Pumpkin, Precious

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Gale is that malewife ken-coded husband to his wife he will do anything for.

Matilda is the girlboss wife, she wants to become a detective, though it's very difficult. Sometimes she has to do dirty work in order to get what she wants.

Gale may or may not be willing to do the same, though not in the way Matilda does it. She does things methodically and quietly. Taking advantage of word, minds and weaknesses.

Gale on the other hand, does things more hands-on. He's worked on railroads for many years before his current journalist job, so he's extremely physically fit.

On off days, the pair like to dance together, while Gale sings to his wife. It brings her immense joy.

Matilda has many plants, she's not a gardener like her sister, but she shares a similar green thumb interest. Though hers are more towards ferns, ficus, and other such greens than flowery plants.

Gale and his cousin Riley don't talk much, Riley still wonders why Gale left all of a sudden because Gale never gave a reason why. But Gale does mail to him, and well as to his mother, who is sick in a hospital. Gale's father left a long time ago.

Matilda, Marie, and Tony's parents are both still alive and around, just two old folks living peacefully at home.

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Marie will give you a flower nickname once she gets to know you well. Being a florist, she just loves flower symbolism.

She also calls everyone dear on default. She has that sweet motherly energy to her that warms the heart.

Despite how unconditionally sweet she is, if she senses any of her loved ones are in danger, she will use physical force if necessary. She is far from a pushover.

She's lactose intolerant, but she still can't help but consume dairy products sometimes.

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Because Tony feels indifferent to words, he's more of an "action speak louder than words" kind of guy. You want to impress him? Show him, don't tell him, otherwise he doesn't give a damn. You want him to know how much you like him? "I love you" isn't going to cut it on a first date, how is he supposed to know how genuine you are? You absolutely despise him? Attack him. He doesn't care about your mean little words, you better show him how much you hate him.

He has a knack for ice skating and ballet, two skills that were crammed into him when he was younger, but he doesn't mind them that much. Though he likes his piano skill more.

Because of his knowledge on medical procedures when he was working to become a surgeon before quitting, he is a great help if you need some assistance fast but don't want or can't afford a hospital. Just don't tell anyone because he doesn't technically have a medical license.

Tony has hyperopia (farsightedness), meaning things up close are blurry for him. Which is why he has glasses, but usually he doesn't need to wear them all the time doing regular stuff, he mainly uses them for work so he can see what he's doing precisely and clearly.

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People often mistake Riley for being scary because he's big and doesn't talk much if not at all, but in actuality he is just socially inept and would rather give you a pat on the back than punch you in the face.

If he's at a party, a place with a lot of people mingling, he would not talk at all. Complete silence. All you would get from him are nods, headshakes, facial expressions, and grunts.

The bigger the crowd the less he speaks.

The only exception of this is if he's on the job. Lots of people could be around or in a burning building, but he still has to give orders, call out to victims, etc.

He has a pet dove named Petunia.

Since Riley lives up north, his fur is usually always very fluffy all the time, especially during the winter. If he goes down south and stays for a while, he's going to shed a LOT. Expect clumps of fur in shower drains.

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(I got bored one day and decided to plan out Dot's future so yea)

After 18 years pass from 1927 into 1945, when Dot is 23, she begins her career as a singer/musician. She plays several popular genres at the time throughout the 40s, like country, jazz, etc. Trying to find her footing. She has a few song that are received really well, but nothing big. Yet.

Years pass and it's 1954, rockabilly starts and is growing. Dot is 32 at this point and she goes into rockabilly which evolves into rock and roll and Dot evolves with it, that's when she started to become a big hit. She specializes in rock music, becoming one of the most popular female singers, even at age 50 in 1972 she's putting on shows and cameoing with other singers/bands. She's not one who retires as she ages, she wants to make music til the day she dies.

Until at age 61, 1983, she has a big vocal chord injury which stops her from singing for some years, something she was warned about in her 50s after she experienced some vocal strain back then. Though despite the damage done to her voice, 7 years later after some rest and surgery, age 68 in 1990, she come back to record some more original songs and features in others, but less bombastic and more mellow since her voice was a bit deeper and raspy. Which was a good move since she couldn't sing rock anymore, and her new voice went well with the genre shift.

She did so for 10 years until her voice forced her to quit singing altogether age 78, 2000. Though she didn't stop playing guitar, her main instrument of choice since she was young, making a few instrumental tracks and cameoing in other songs, until her death in 2008 at age 86. Playing music until the end just like she wanted to.After 18 years pass from 1927 into 1945, when Dot is 23, she begins her career as a singer/musician. She plays several popular genres at the time throughout the 40s, like country, jazz, etc. Trying to find her footing. She has a few song that are received really well, but nothing big. Yet.

Years pass and it's 1954, rockabilly starts and is growing. Dot is 32 at this point and she goes into rockabilly, which evolves into rock and roll, and Dot evolves with it. That's when she started to become a big hit. She specializes in rock music, becoming one of the most popular female singers, even at age 50 in 1972 she's putting on shows and cameoing with other singers/bands. She's not one who retires as she ages, she wants to make music til the day she dies.

Until at age 61, 1983, she has a big vocal chord injury which stops her from singing for some years, something she was warned about in her 50s after she experienced some vocal strain back then. But she did still make music with her guitar, her main instrument of choice since she was young, like instrumental tracks and cameoing in other songs. Just because she couldn't sing didn't mean she couldn't still make music.

Though despite the damage done to her voice, 7 years later after some rest and surgery, age 68 in 1990, she come back to record some more original songs and features in others, but less bombastic and more mellow since her voice was a bit deeper and raspy. Which was a good move since she couldn't sing rock anymore, and her new voice went well with the genre shift.

She did so for 10 years until her voice forced her to quit singing altogether age 78, 2000. Though she just went back to what she did when she lost her voice last time, making instrumental tracks and cameos. Until her death in 2008 at age 86, playing music to the end just like she wanted.

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I started to like Marie and Walter the drummer getting together. Marie doesn't mind being on the sidelines she just wants a happy quiet life, then there's this guy who is always on the sidelines ignored all the time. I imagined Marie giving him flowers, making him feel special, but also helping him feel content in being an average joe that's not caught up in a lotta things. I just think it's pretty cute

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Just like his cousin, Gale is also good with kids! But not in the way Riley does it. Riley is tender and nurturing, Gale is fun and silly. But that doesn't mean he's irresponsible, he wouldn't go give a child a knife. In fact, someday in the future, Gale and Matilda become parents. The amount of children they have are unknown yet since I haven't decided.

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Like it says in Gale's bio, he is partially deaf. It's his left ear that cannot hear anything at all, the most would probably be faint muffling if you get up real close to it, but that's weird so don't do that.

He's had several instances where people mistake him for being completely deaf in both ears, sometimes it caused some people to scream directly in his face, thinking that if they are loud enough he could hear. He's had to correct that he can hear you loud and clear from his right ear, right after it stops ringing-

Sometimes they think they can say whatever they want as clear as day right next to him. It got awkward when Gale turned to look at them.

Sometimes he's even had a couple cases of people mistaking him for being blind, not deaf. Those were very awkward instances.

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Riley doesn't respect cops. He despises people who take advantage of their position of power. Considering his own job and what he's lost and the many other things he's witnessed on the job, it's no brainer.

Riley still lives in Rochester Minnesota, he can't uproot his job to leave. If he's ever downstate, he's just visiting his cousin, but he won't stay.

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If you recall that one short comic where Mitzi was getting pictures of Mordecai with her camera, then commented on his baggy clothes to get a silly pic of him, she also mentioned getting him some fitted clothes. Well, I had an idea that Tony was actually the tailor that made Mordecai his new fitted and symmetrical clothing. I presume this was back in 1920-1921 cuz that's the years Mordecai worked with lackadaisy, making him 21-22 at the time. Tony was 24-25 at that time, and already had a tailor shop going, he started it when he was only 18. Risky move starting his own business as a young man, but it paid off because he made a name for himself with his work. That's why he was recommended to Mordecai, and ever since then Mordecai goes to him for his tailor needs.

Also if you look at Tony's design, he's pretty symmetrical, which I think would give Mordecai a lil incisive to trust him with the clothing lmao

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[TW HEAVY HEALTH STUFF ABOUT GALE'S MOM]

The sickness that is debilitating Gale's mom to have to live in a hospital for 24 hour care is cancer. The doctors don't predict she'll live much longer. She was diagnosed a year before Gale left the state, after years of feeling weak and unable to do most tasks. Gale wishes he could be by her side, but he can't go back. He's made mistakes.

The moment at the beginning of the guardians of the galaxy movie where Peter doesn't take his mom's hand then runs away, I imagine it went down like that for Gale. After a year of her being in the hospital, and the day after Gale makes his big mistake, he goes to see his mom one last time. She reaches out to him, asking him to take her hand. Time feels like it moves slow, Gale has so many thoughts going through his mind. The pain he feels looking at her is immense, the look in his eyes says it all…if he takes her hand, he'll never want to let her go. He runs the other way, running out of the hospital, then fleeing the state.

That inspired this doodle here

A big part of Gale is he's trying to run away from the past, run away from pain, running forever and ever. He does things for his wife to help her dreams, but also because he's convinced himself this is just how it's meant to be for him. He's a man stuck in the past and doesn't believe he deserves a second chance. He doesn't want that on to his family, which is why he ran out the hospital, and why he never told Riley he left until after he was already gone. Riley actually had to track him down himself. The letters Gale sent to him and his mother were not sent through mail but by more secret means, so his address were never on the letters. And it's also why he's never told Matilda what he does for her, she doesn't know a thing he does. She is only aware of her deeds, and she doesn't want to tell him about them because she wants to protect him (even though he is aware), but she's unaware he's doing much worse things than she is doing.

Gale's a good man in his heart, at his core. But he doesn't think that. He believes his kindness is an act to hide what he really does, even though he truly is kind, he just thinks he's acting.

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The Brooke siblings do love their parents and their parents aren't bad people per say, but they do have personal issues they've never worked on that do strain their relationship with their kids sometimes because the parents are not aware of their own problems and how they're acting it out. (But even if it's pointed out, they ignore it or flat out deny it.) Especially to Tony, being the eldest he's been dealt the brunt of it. If it's something not directed towards him, he makes it directed towards him so his little sisters don't deal with it. Their family is complicated, it's not all black and white on who's the bad guy and who's the good guy. It's just parents who have repressed issues from their past that they are too stubborn on getting help for. Which is another reason why Tony deals with it the most, because he's the oldest, they want him to lead an example.

Just a lil more deeper explanation on why Tony is so laid-back and unphased by things, as said in his character bio.

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Tony was the first one Marie came out to, when she was little. She told him she wanted him to call her Marie, and he did so no questions asked.

Marie's softness back then was more of a timid soft than her current kind yet firm softness, so she was too quiet and scared to stand up for herself. But if she got bullied, Tony would scare them away. Matilda although youngest, would do the same, though her threats were more visceral than Tony's which made her scarier than Tony to some.

As Marie aged she learned to be more stern and unyielding, but she kept her gentle nature, believing she doesn't have to be mean to be strong.

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Because of Tony's experience in medical practices and sewing/knitting, he's skilled with sharp objects, as mentioned in his bio. He's very quick with them, so quick that he could thwip a needle straight at your throat, puncturing an artery, without you even processing what just happened. He likes too keep needles in his pockets just in case, plus they're easier to hide than a gun tbh, not just cuz he's skilled with em.

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Gale is very skilled with a large hammer because of his previous railroad job.

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Thinking about Gale's backstory, I'm gonna change up his attitude when he disposes of someone.

I used to have him be like "I'll do anything for my wife I will get her anything she wants by any means necessary" and then kindly kill someone like yor does in spy x family "May I take your life?" But thinking more on it, he wouldn't really be like that tbh-

Again like I mentioned some messages above, he thinks he is a bad person so he thinks it's in his nature, even though it's not. Deep down he feels guilt, but masks it by believing he deserves it.

SO he would only dispose of someone if they are an actual threat to his wife, not just like- some guy who declined a deal she proposed. He'll just try to convice them to change their mind, sometimes using scare tactics if it calls for it, but not with the intent to kill. And even when he does kill someone he is vocally apologetic to them.

Mind you he's still a "I love my wife I will do anything for her" but now with less mindless following and more of a morale and motivations lmao

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The situation to cause Gale to leave the north without a word was a train accident that he believes to be his fault since there was no indication given it to be otherwise at the time, which scared him so much on going to jail and how the situation would affect his family that he left in a panic. Little does he know there was ulterior motives behind the accident, and he was just a scapegoat since he was a railroad worker at the time. The work he did had been tampered with, but he just thinks he did the work wrong.

Gale is very new at this whole "running from the law" thing since he's never really done anything wrong, which means of course there are slip ups in his attempts. Like he hasn't changed his name, that's the first thing you do when you wanna hide is get a new name, but he didn't like the thought of abandoning a name given to him by his mother. The second is the letters he sends to his mom and cousin. He does his best to keep them a secret through his sending strategies, but sending a letter at all is not hiding yourself well. It just goes to show that ultimately he has no idea what he's doing at all despite how secretive he can come across.

Luckily for him the state ruled it an accident so he has no part in the statement, though investigations are still being looked in to since some investigators believe foul play. Even some not-so-savory people want it to be looked in to, since that train contained some important not-so-savory passengers that perished. At that might catch up to Gale, whether he likes it or not. Not to mention his wife who is working to become an investigator herself, who has a very keen eye on things and probes questions very diligently, he can't really keep secrets forever.

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As stated above, Dot will grow up to mainly be a guitarist and singer, but she does have an appreciation for drummers too because of her mom's partner being a drummer himself. Also she started playing guitar when she was 12 years old.

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Since Riley design changed so much I'd like to update that he is no longer 6'10 tall he is now 7'2 tall, and I will be editing that to the height list at the top. Totally not a nod to him being a werewolf noooo

The bracelet Riley wears is a nod to his girlfriend's color scheme (his gf is a friend's oc)

btw if you notice that I gave Riley an earring as well. In the 1920s it was mainly just sailors that wore [an] earring[s] if it were a man. Sailors believed that if their bodies were recovered at sea the person finding them could take the earring as payment for a proper burial, or they were used as a status symbol for sailing around the globe or just being out at sea for a long time in general. The great lakes in north america are considered "inland seas" and Riley lives in Minnesota. So yea Riley used to be a sailor

He hadn't sailed for too long, just his teens and a bit of early adulthood too. He joined the fire department at age 22, but he still knows his way around a boat, been out sometimes for leisure rather than work now. In fact, he probably would have stayed being a full time sailor in the great lakes if he never experienced his parents perishing in a house fire, that's what gave him the drive. He's had a fascination for the fireman job growing up, but never really thought of it as something he'd do til that happened.

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Happy Sunday!

I don’t have any writing to share because I’ve been busy freaking out about Scattered Showers and My Rosebud Boy ... and learning a new skill.  So please enjoy this WIP.  I shared an earlier version of this to the discord last night ... but now their lips actually touch.  (Woo!)  

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[happy-tree-huggers]

All Characters - Their Pet Names for Their S/O

Note: Sorry for my long & sudden absence! Life has been hectic these past few months. I hope to get back to writing requests soon. Here's a tiny gift for waiting so long! Word Count: N/A Warnings: None

♡ Cuddles - Pet names sound quite unnatural coming from him, so he'll always go with rather playful names, usually something specific referencing his S/O. If they're short, it's Shorty; if they're clumsy, well... Clumsy.

♡ Giggles - She loves using cutesy pet names like Sweetie, Honeybunch, and Cutiepie, though sometimes she'll go with a casual Baby.

♡ Toothy - He doesn't call his S/O anything but their name for a while due to his inexperience with relationships. Eventually though, he'll begin calling them Lovey.

♡ Lumpy - He wouldn't normally use pet names unless his S/O asked him to; though he'd think of something cheesy and long like My One And Only.

♡ Petunia - Her go-to pet name is always Sugar, though she'll also use Rosebud and Precious.

♡ Handy - Many of his pet names are used in a sarcastic/joking manner like Dummy or Smarty Pants, but he does use some earnestly like Angel and Honey.

♡ Nutty - He doesn't often use pet names—mainly because due to being so hyper, he often just forgets—but if he does remember, it most certainly will always be candy related, like Lollipop, Jellybean, or Cupcake.

♡ Sniffles - He hadn't thought of using any pet names for his S/O until much later, eventually starting to use Dear; though it sounds somewhat strange coming from him, and he'll be flustered if his S/O says anything about it.

♡ Pop - Being very much the domestic type, he will use the more classical couple's pet names such as Dear or Darling; his favorite being Honey.

♡ Flaky - They are embarrassed to use pet names at all at first until they become more comfortable with their S/O, only eventually calling them Sweetie.

♡ The Mole - Being mostly nonverbal, he often doesn't speak at all and rarely uses pet names in general, but in the uncommon moment that he does speak, it would be something like Love.

♡ Disco Bear - He will almost always refer to his S/O with one of many confidence-boosting pet names, such as Beautiful/Handsome or Gorgeous. His most common however are Babe and Baby; though sometimes in a joking manner it'll be Hot Stuff, which he favors when he wants to fluster his S/O.

♡ Russell - He can get surprisingly romantic at times—well, tries his best to be—and uses pet names like My Sea and My Treasure; only in private, however.

♡ Lifty and Shifty - The two of them won't use pet names for the longest time until Shifty starts using names like Doll or Doll Face to fluster their S/O; of course, Lifty will get jealous quickly, and start using his own, such as Angel Face.

♡ Mime - Due to being completely nonverbal, he can't exactly call his S/O any pet names. Despite this however, he does show other forms of affection, such as using his hands to gesture a heart shape towards them, or sending them sweet letters.

♡ Flippy - Similar to Pop he is also very domestic, but enjoys using the sweeter variety of pet names like Sweetheart and Pumpkin. Even when triggered he may use these, though it's usually in a possessive manner.

♡ Splendid - Despite his pastime of being a superhero, he's quite the surprising gentleman, calling his S/O Dove or Charmer.

♡ Lammy - Being a more classy lady, her go-to pet names are Darling and Dear.

#happy tree friends #htf #happy tree friends x reader #htf x reader #x reader #🌳 personal projects

[sir-phillip-crane]

Your ex is trying to embarrass you in public, but your lover steps in as a shield, eyes ablaze in a fury. - with Keyleth, Grog, and Vax'ildan?

thanks dear!!! requests are open!!

REBLOGS > LIKES

Keyleth • Keyleth got momentarily distracted by a vendor with! Little wooden carvings!! Of animals!! • “Oh! Buttercup, come look at these! Oh, they’ve got a little sabertooth!” • Yes, she absolutely calls you buttercup, or lilac, or sunshine, or rosebud, etc. They’re all based on nature things! Of course they are, it’s Kiki! • Pretty quickly, she realizes that you aren’t there with her. Well… That’s weird. Where’d you go?? • She starts to try and find you, and it’s not too tough to find you interacting with a stranger. • What they’re doing doesn’t matter, but it’s brought the attention of a ton of strangers, and you look uncomfortable. • She immediately shoves her way through the crowd and will absolutely summon something to try and freak them out. • You know in the first fight against the Briarwoods when Keyleth summons a ton of bees and yeets them at Delilah? • She absolutely does that. • There’s more of a lead up to it. She summons them and, since they are her bees, lets them climb on her arms. • “Do you know the interesting thing about bees? When they sting, it’s a death sentence. But here’s a funny thing; these are wasps. Wasps don’t die after they sting… But you’re gonna die after, uh, after… Oh, I’m not good at quippy remarks.” • She just yeets the wasps at them, absolutely grinning ear to ear. • Then she’ll wrap an arm around you and say “they deserve that.”

Grog • “Fuck yeah, they got ale!!! Babe, babe do you want some ale!?” • He turns around and just… where? Are you? • “Babe? Hey, babe, where you at?” • He wanders around the festival for a little while, trying to find you. After asking a few vendors, he’s got an idea where you are. • And there is some bitch ass piece of shit talking to you. • Grog doesn’t know much, but he knows he fucking hates whoever that is. You look upset and are trying to get away – that’s not good. Not good at all. • He takes out VM’s bag of holding, the one with his ax and other various random shit. • Including the severed hand of that guy that he and Vax cut off. • He walks up behind you and puts his hand on your shoulder. • “’Ey babe. This guy botherin’ you?” • He pulls out the severed, partially rotted hand, and throws it at your ex. • “That’s what happened to the last guy who bothered one o’ my friends. I’d say you should get outta here-“ • He pulls out his axe • “-before somethin’ worse happens to you, yeah?” • They’re running scared before anything else is said or happens. • He grins, kisses your forehead, and asks “do you want some ale? I know I do.”

Vax’ildan • “You funny little raven, you! My finger’s not a worm! Oh, you are the cutest, aren’t you?” • He absolutely gets distracted by all of the animals he sees. Ravens are a favorite, and the aforementioned one, he absolutely will adopt. Usually he’d steal but, you know, they’re making a living from this, so… • “We’re gonna have to name you, yes we are. Oh, you are the sweetest! My little darling, my little knight-“ • His newly adopted raven croaks, flutters his wings and tries to get Vax to pay attention to the crowd gathering. • After a moment Vax does notice, and absolutely shoves his way through the crowd. • He finds Vex and “hey, hey, what’s going on?” • She explains that she should have brought her fucking bow because she wants to murder this jackass bothering you. • “You’ve your daggers, brother? If you slit their throat I’ll keep the guards from catching you. We’ve done it before.” • He sighs, “don’t bring that up. I… Let me deal with it.” • He gets a natural 20 on stealth and sneaks up behind this cunt, one of the daggers to their throat, and greets you with “hey peach, did you miss me?” • He won’t say much else, but come around to give you a peck on the lips and “meet my raven, too. I’ve yet to name him but, ah, you know. Bigger fish to fry.” • He lights up his dagger and turns around, “such as you. You know, I’ve never filleted a human. Fish, squirrels, really any animal. But not a human. That would be so fun, wouldn’t it?” • Your ex is running for the hills. • “There we go! Don’t let the door hit you on the way out! Or, or… something… Darling, are you alright?” • He’ll check on you and make sure you’re alright before- “and we need a name for my little friend here! Yes, yes we do!”

#critical role #critical role x reader #the legend of vox machina #the legend of vox machina x reader #critical role x you #critical role x y/n #the legend of vox machina x you #vax'ildan #grog strongjaw #Keyleth #keyleth of the air ashari #vax'ildan x reader #grog x reader #keyleth x reader

[larkral]

Hello!! Thanks for tagging me in @forabeatofadrum and @orange-peony! Love seeing what you're working on.

My wife and I are !surprise! buying a new house in three weeks (we've been trying to buy a new house for over three years, but the market is wild and we've been in various kinds of limbo for various lengths of time, and this one wasn't supposed to end this quickly or at this time, but here we are.) Anyway, uh, who knows if I'll be able to fulfill all my October fandom goals with an early-November closing on the horizon, but maybe!

Snippet from Feet Buried in the Sand (formerly Beach Boys), ie my @leithillustration @carryon-reverse-bang fic, redacted for spoilerization. Longer than six sentences because limits are arbitrary.

"Can you swim?" Snow asks, flopping wetly down next to me. **Redacted**. He's been splashing about for a while, and his skin is pebbled with goose-pimples. He drapes himself against my side and presses an open-mouthed kiss to my chest over my heart.  "Get off, you heathen!" I laugh, shoving at him. He's soaking my shirt, an aqua linen tee studded with rosebuds.  He rolls entirely on top of me instead and shakes his head so that his hair rains salty droplets onto my sunglasses and over my face. My tongue dips out to slate my thirst on the water. I know that salt water won't help, but it's crisp and cool against my lips and when Snow pulls back, he looks down at my panting mouth and dives in.  His lips are cool, but his tongue is warm. I can't get enough of his mouth, his bacon-cookie smell, the way he's licking into me. I strain up into him **redacted**.

Progress on my podfics is going well, except... see below. I'm at the white-gray vertical line in editing this fic for content. The bottom THREE TRACKS are all cut sections. It's at minimum 80% of the audio I recorded. All the yellow in the first section is bringing the levels of my breaths down. Cue manic face.

An outtake, you'll see why I called it this.

I will continue to keep the fics a secret today except to say that they're by the inimitable @mostlymaudlin and that I've been contemplating whether I should use the "telephone vocal" setting in garageband. ;-) Feel free to make a guess.

Tagging in @stitchyqueer @thewholelemon @confused-bi-queer @raenestee @facewithoutheart @cutestkilla @hushed-chorus @sillyunicorn @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @basiltonbutliketheherb @ileadacharmedlife @asocialpessimist @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @captain-aralias @petedavidsonscock @takitalks @artsyunderstudy @yeonjunenby @carryonvisinata @takenabackbytuesdays @martsonmars @nausikaaa @nightimedreamersghost @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @ionlydrinkhotwater @aroace-genderfluid-sheep​ @shrekgogurt  @palimpsessed @fatalfangirl​ @blackberrysummerblog​ @valeffelees @imagineacoolusername @j-nipper-95 @whogaveyoupermission @wellbelesbian @rimeswithpurple @youarenevertooold

#six sentence sunday #sonic sunday #moves moves making moves #beach boys #aka #feet buried in the sand #podfics #podficcing #laughing with myself

[heartfullofleeches]

i've missed the gallery, so here's a question. how would the gallery gang be with a nightguard/frequent visitor reader who's an aspiring artist? i've seen people talk about going to actual galleries for inspo or just sketching the paintings, and was wondering if the art pieces would be honored to be models or something. i dunno man this is my first ask im not sure how this stuff works lol

(I've done this as individual hcs - hope you don't mind!)

The Scavenger

"Draw, please..." "You want me to draw a candy wrapper?" "Draw."

If you want inspiration, Scavenger has got you covered. They'll pull out their finest stole goods for your seeing eyes alone - necklaces, vintage toys - and pretty much anything that catches their eye or isn't nailed to a wall. Most nights they just hold up a pocket mirror and tell you to draw what you see, because it's the best thing in the gallery. If you give them your sketches, don't be surprised if they just shove them in their mouth and return to their painting without another word. Something this precious must be kept on their person at all times.

The Painter

Gasp. A future master in their presence? Well, the only correct course of action is for two geniuses to put their heads together, and create gorgeous works of art together that will bring tears to the eyes of any manner of creature. If you are a painter like them, they create a palette for you out of their own flesh and blood. Hm, as perfect as their colors are - something feels missing. As, yes. Red. That other guard has lots, and is being selfish by hogging it all. Not to worry, dear - your muse is on the case! Sir, sir! Stop running - your sacrifice is needed for greatness!

The Lady in Red

How charming.... Will you sketch her something to put on the walls of her cabin while you are away? She'll let you go for the evening if you do. Leaving old sketches around when there are others on site will also secure their safety as she'll drop everything to have a piece of you. Draw a picture of her and she'll be the wailing ghost of the eve.

The Faceless Angel

Monitors your location and makes sure nothing disturbs you. If you ask them to sit down they will start to hum to fill the silence, stopping if you look their way. Even if you ask to sketch them, the angel is surprised when you show them the finished work. Ah, they've gone and ruined it with their tears. If they are allowed to be greedy, could you draw what you imagine their face to look like?

RoseBud

It's only logical a gallery would attract an artist. Rosebud points out the flowers that are in this season for you to warm up, and tells you to come when you're ready to draw the finishing piece. Their babes are extra yippy tonight, but they are just as excited as them and unable to contain it like their greater half. Give it directly to Rose or they will eat it, but unlike the Scavenger they feel bad and start to cry. Rosebud has some artistic skills of their own and will ask to draw you some nights

Soleil

You want to draw them? Oh, but their gears haven't been polished in ages - their casing could use a shine as well. Don't even get them started on their dials. Give them a few nights to spruce themselves up and they'll be the perfect model for you to sketch and adore

Anri

You draw? How cool! They'd love to draw with you, but they don't have the same talent as you. Would you still mind if they doodled a bit in your book anyway? Maybe when you get off work you can hit up a coffee shop and give them a few pointers.... Oh.

Julian

Outright steals your notebook and tells you to give up before you get ahead. Realizes he's doing the same as his parents and gets it back... with a few sketches thrown in the back. They're all of you in different parts of the gallery doing your job... Except for one. Why did he draw you sleeping? And why does he know the color of your bedsheets

The Director

How fun! The gallery is always open to new donations. He'd love if you drew him, or one of the many stories he has to tell. He has a perfect tale about a painter who got lost in the woods and tricked by a power beyond their understanding. Why won't you come up to his floor and let him watch you work your magic as he tells it to you? Kick back and relax. Stress is the last thing that should be on an creative's mind. Get comfortable...stay as long as you want.

#Night gallery #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere insert #yandere x reader #yandere oc #female yandere #yandere teratophilia #yandere