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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 10 months

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Hey! Love your work and was wondering if you could do one where the reader is a really good cook/baker!

A/N: Hey there! I'm so glad you like my work :D I really hope you enjoy this one too!

DARRY CURTIS

He swore he couldn’t love you any more than he already did but then you went and started cooking for the boys and Darry found out just how wrong he was

It’s so nice to have someone else who can cook and who Darry can trust alone in the kitchen, he knows you’re not gonna start a fire or something

You’re the one cooking dinner now most of the time, simply because the boys like eating your cooking the best

Darry will cook for you sometimes! Especially if you’ve had a bad week or it’s a big milestone in your relationship, blah blah blah, Darry has a thing for taking care of his partners, and that comes out in the form of food

King of hyping up your cooking, especially your chocolate cakes! You’re the only one that can bake a chocolate cake and get Darry to admit that yours tastes better than his cake does

Also also also, he asks you to pack him lunches sometimes so that he can take it to work with him and just kind of have a little part of you there with him <3 I highly suggest dropping a little handwritten note into his lunchbox, but y’know, that’s just me talking

SODAPOP CURTIS

Don’t tell Darry, but he likes when you cook or bake for him more than when his brother does, Sodapop thinks it just tastes better

*Insert a joke about how Sodapop likes to claim it’s because you make your stuff with love and Darry doesn’t but we all know that’s nonsense*

I kid you not, Sodapop is a bottomless pit and not a picky eater by any stretch of the imagination, so if you need a taste-tester for some dish you’re trying out, look no further than your pretty boy

Show up to the DX with a packed lunch for the two of you, flirt and giggle before giving it to him, stay with him and eat together in the garage on the hood of some ridiculously Soc car that Steve was supposed to fix later in the day

Nothing says I love you more than sitting on a car and laughing during his lunch break, doing nothing but sitting there and just being together

Plus! Steve will get sort of grumpy and pouty because he wanted to have Sodapop with him for his lunch break but you got there before him and he can’t really be mad because you guys are just too cute but he’ll be funny to watch

PONYBOY CURTIS

You’re into cooking? Baking? That’s cool, Ponyboy has no problem eating whatever you’re working on and loves to be in the kitchen with him

He’s a menace and likes to sit on the countertops or eat the food before it’s cooked, so maybe it’s not always the best idea to have him there with you, but, y’know, he’s cute so it’s way okay!

The two of you have definitely made a mess of Darry’s kitchen at some point, cookies gone wrong or a mini-flour food fight, so there’s a high chance that you’ve gotten Ponyboy banned from the kitchen

If you bring anything treat-wise for him to school, expect the boys to try and steal some of it, especially Two-Bit, that boy will literally steal anything he can

Hype Man pt. 2, Pony talks about your cooking so much that Darry has probably asked you to just come over and cook dinner one day so that Pony will stop telling him about how you’d cook everything differently

Also, strong opinion that he only knows how to cook very simple meals, scrambled eggs and grilled cheeses and things, and is seriously impressed by when you make things that are like even a fraction of a bit of something better than those

DALLAS WINSTON

If your folks are out and you’re planning on cooking? Please oh please, call up Dally and let him in so he can eat whatever you’re making

He’s not helpful, he eats your food and then doesn’t help with the dishes, I wouldn’t recommend him as a sous chef at all

But! He’s honest and will tell you exactly how he feels about what you’re cooking, which can be a blessing and a curse, just as things usually are with our dear Mr. Winston

If Dally doesn’t like something, he’s gonna bitch about it, but if he likes it, god he’s gonna compliment you and compliment you and compliment you and kiss you so many times as a thank you

No one else is allowed to touch anything you make for him, he threatens to and has bitten and snapped at people who get too close to his plates before, I’m not even lying to you

Also, don’t let him cook because Dally’ll probably end up burning something, solid headcanon that he can barely cook, and he’ll probably end up blaming you for whatever he’s messed up!

JOHNNY CADE

Hard one, I don’t know exactly how I feel about Johnny with an S/O who’d bake or cook all the time, but I know he’d like it!

You’d probably make an extra lunch for him every so often (every other day or so because you know you love him) and the two of you would eat your lunches together at school

Johnny likes everything you make, he’ll tell you how great everything is and shower you with praise and compliments as he shovels food like he’s some sort of chipmunk

I don’t think he’s picky either? Like, I don’t think he cares very much about picking and choosing when it comes to food, he’d rather just put it in his mouth and go on with his life

But I think Johnny has a favorite thing that you make, I don’t know what exactly, but it’s gonna be something sweet, maybe cookies or brownies

He’s a horrendous cook, okay? Recipe or not, he absolutely sucks and it’s terrible having him in the kitchen with you but he likes to stand with you so I think you should just let him hang out as long as he promises not to touch anything-

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

You’re helping him babysit his sister? And you’re making dinner? For both of them? And you’re having the time of your life in the kitchen?

Two-Bit thought he was in love with you already, jeez louise, he’s so gone for you and is about to have a meltdown because you’re just standing in his kitchen making dinner for everyone

He tries to kiss you and almost burns himself on the stove because he’s too busy staring at you he doesn’t realize where he placed his hand and then you’ve got to take a break from cooking to take care of him

Two really does like what you cook though! He’s not picky and he’s open to whatever you want to feed him, I promise!

Come up to him with a spoonful of mystery and tell him to open his mouth and swallow, Two-Bit will do it immediately, no questions asked whatsoever

He’s a good guy, alright, and he’s got simple thoughts, he just really likes seeing you when you’re cooking, when you’re in your element and I think he’d be a really great pal to have in the grocery store

STEVE RANDLE

Have I mentioned? That Steve? Is a cheerleader? And likes to hype you up? Because that’s running around and around in my mind

For the love of everything, you better have a chocolate cake recipe memorized because that’s what Steve’s always going to ask you to make, he can’t get enough of your chocolate cakes

You’re gonna have to persuade him to eat anything else, honestly, he’s just so in love with you and the cake, it’s gonna be a challenge

If you don’t let him in the kitchen with you, Steve’s just gonna whine and pout until you eventually cave and let him in from where he’s been throwing a fit in the doorway

He’s good though, he knows when to keep his hands off, especially when he’s coming from work and covered in grease, he honestly really doesn’t want to help with the cooking anyway

Steve would much rather just watch you and talk, laughing about your days and just be there with you while you cook and bake your little heart out

TIM SHEPARD

He’s picky with food I have a feeling? Like Tim likes what he likes and that’s what he’s gonna eat, y’know?

Bowl of cereal in the morning, a burger when he goes out to the diner, Tim’s not really into the whole trying-new-things but I have a feeling, if you tried hard enough, you could convince him to try something a little new

Present it to him and smile, bat your eyelashes, say your pretty pleases and beg just a little bit and there’s nothing Tim can do but say yes <3

He’s a good person to cook with! I think he knows what he’s doing enough and likes to cook, so I think it could totally be a bonding thing for you!

The moment you cook dinner for Angela and Curly, Tim knows he’s not gonna let you go anywhere because if you love him to care for his siblings as well, Tim knows you’re definitely a keeper

He likes to come up behind you when you’re cooking and hug you, murmuring into your ear as you throw things together, some compliments and some teasing remarks, but they’re all said with such love it makes things totally cool-

CURLY SHEPARD

This little shit, Curly is head over heels even before you tell him that you like to cook/bake, he’s gonna be long gone when he learns about that

He thinks it’s great, absolutely loves it and absolutely loves you, and wants to hear about everything you’ve ever made

You need a taste tester? Someone to go grocery shopping with you? Someone to talk with while you cook?

Don’t you even worry, baby, Curly is more than happy to spend all day in the kitchen with you while he does no cooking whatsoever, just hangs with you

And, so uh, y’know how cookies and brownies and stuff have that sort of window where you just sort of put them in the oven and wait? Yeah, Curly likes to take advantage of that time period and kiss you senseless

Tell me I’m wrong, you can’t because you know that this boy will take any chance he can get to make out with you, regardless if he runs the risk of burning those cookies to a crisp or not-

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mr-payjay · 1 month

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I heard Payjay asks, may I request some headcanons for them(both seperate and like. Together if that makes sense. Sorry English is stupid)

of course :) i understand you it makes sense! im not good at making hcs or scenarios honestly... i just analyze and draw payjay usually

oj:

- has a bachelor's in chemistry but never found a sustainable or interesting job for it and realized he was kind of afraid of losing his passion which didn't help (based on when he says chocolate is a base therefore he can't eat it, which ive always interpreted as a lie because he just doesn't like it, considering chocolate is an acid. cause people likely wouldn't know the correct answer and that's just his first thought)

- he listens to a lot of jazz but particularly likes bossa nova

- used to be. really into my little pony. this is based on the fact his kitchen and the little spa thing he has in the hotel are directly based on areas from my little pony

- prefers to work traditionally, with paper and pen and such

- oj's glass slowly cracks as stress piles on, and he only shatters when it gets to be too much or when he's faced with something WAY too stressful & shocking (like when mephone crashed a plane into his hotel)

- oj's favourite kind of food is breakfast foods! obviously based on the fact he's oj but just in general he enjoys coffee, eggs, toast, oatmeal, etc.

- kills himself to make a point when the residents are being way too annoying (gets recovered after ofc)

- serious problem with migraines, joint aches, and general tension in his body

- medicine cabinet is FILLEDDD. with over the counter medications. he knows exactly what to use for what aches and ends up taking like 12 different pills a day because of all his Physical Problems

- nicotine addiction :/ loudly calls vapers disgusting and then immediately smokes a cigarette lmao

- caffeine addiction too. he doesn't drink much alcohol though because he wants to supervise parties and he is very much a lightweight

paper:

- you know what's funnyyy. i completely forgot once about paper's extreme aversion to pianos and hced him as a piano player. now i think he can't do any music. Sad!

- furry. based on him canonically being into warrior cats

- hates an unmade bed. makes it immediately every morning

- prefers to work digitally, based on the fact he's canonically not a fan of. staplers & scissors & such

- humie paper haaates wearing pants. skirts & shorts for him

- paper is catholic and goes to church on holidays :) oj is an agnostic atheist (doesn't believe in God but like, he COULD exist, whatever) but he'll do whatever paper wants him to

- paper is unfortunately quite clumsy. kind of bad motor skills

- always walks into oj's office to flirt with him and sit on his lap and Distract him from his work. stop that he's gonna be late on everything

- purposely trips and falls sometimes and gets giddy when someone notices and asks if he's okay

- scared of the dark but doesn't mention it. unless he wants oj to pay attention to him then he'll be like Ohhhh ojayyyy im so scareddd keep me safeee While clinging onto him (oj loves it he's like Of course my love. I Will Protect You)

#juice.txt #osc #payjay #paper ii #oj ii #ii oj #ii paper #inanimate insanity #IM SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG #i have trouble with making headcanons </3 #EITHER WAY!!! FUN TO DO #thank you :)#cw alcohol #cw smoking #OH AND FOR TOGETHER there is another asker who asked me for payjay headcanons #so most of them will be focused there once i post it

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bedsyandco · 2 months

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Why can I just imagine Luke getting Rosie so much chocolate that when Jack and Blue lead her to do the egg hunt she’s like ?? You do the hunting bc you don’t have eggs and I do so imma stay with my Lukey and eat these eggs and you two can search for your own? Partly bc she’s very into sharing and being kind and she already has enough and her mama and her jacky deserve theirs but also she wants to snuggle with her Lukey whose feeling just as sick as she is from all the chocolate they’ve eaten pre 9am

gosh this is so sweet it's giving me a tooth ache. 🥹

her little basket is almost filled and she's like "you and jacky go mama," because she has lots of chocolate and they don't have any.

but also because she'll share those in her basket with lukey but no one else.

and she's just snuggled up on luke's lap eating her chocolate eggs. pressing one into his mouth every now and then. and later both of them are just passed out watching spirit together.

luke's made her a horse girly and and she so desperately wants a pony for her birthday. and jack is definitely looking into it !!

#rosie perreault hughes #blue x jack

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dragonofthenorth · 3 months

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Ryuu's Birth

Lux looked down at Jin with a soft, aching expression. How long had their partner ached to be a mother? To raise a Vulpix to be strong and wise like herself.

They cradled the egg in their palms and rubbed its shell soothingly.

Jin wanted this, said that her child and the other one needed this. Still, this little one would never know its mother's pain.

They left the city in the dead of night. Slipping through a crack in the outer wall that only they knew about. Lux pulled the cloak around themselves tighter, protecting the egg from everything they could. They knew that Jin would have another egg, that her line would eventually fade and meld into the rest of the Ninetales and Vulpixes of the world. They reached down and pet the flowing fur of her head. It hurt to think about that, that this wonderful line would be gone. But, it wouldn't would it? They looked down at the egg against their chest. This one would live on. A testament to the long forgotten line of Pokémon.

"This way Lux, we haven't much time."

They sigh and follow the Ninetales to the cliff where the moon hangs low and full.

"You ready for this Jin? We've got everything right?"

The Ninetales looks up at the human and her expression is pained, the wound of a mother never to see her child grow.

"We must. They need one another."

Lux nods and presses their lips to the egg ever so gently, "You'll take care of one another. You're proof that family does *care*."

The Ninetales walks to the edge of the cliff lifting a paw delicately.

The air grows heavy, her tails begin to sway and the world distorts. Lux waits patiently watching their partner work something that defies most logic.

Rearing back the Ninetales slashes the air, a line of golden light appears as she whimpers in pain. Lux moves forward fingers reaching into the slice of light and pulling giving just enough space to gently, ever so gently, place the egg within. As they pull back the hole begins to knit itself shut. Lux kneels beside their partner soothing her as he watches one of her beloved tails wither away.

"Be safe my child." She pleads. Lux gathers her in their arms and heads back to the city. Hoping, praying, to anything. That what they did works.

Many years later on a mountain in Poni Island

An Alolan Ninetales feels the air shift and twist, she walks to a cliffs edge curiously. She recoils at the sight of the air splitting open and an egg appearing before her.

The split in the sky closes itself leaving the egg. The Ninetales approaches wary until she smells a somewhat familiar scent. The adopted daughter of her partner? No. It's not, it's similar. But it's not her. She noses the egg gently, a flash appearing to her.

"This child is not of this time. But he belongs with someone here. Give him to the one called Rexi Obsidian. She's loved by Lux Obsidian, and he needs her as much as she needs him."

The Ninetales pulls back, shocked at the feeling of such psychic energy. The egg begins to wobble and it cracks, quickly breaking apart to show within a Vulpix unlike any the Ninetales had seen before.

She huffs but picks up the kit by it's scruff ignoring his protests to the sudden action.

She takes it down the mountain walking home with him hanging from her jaws. Many give her an odd look but don't move towards her or the kit so she ignores them.

She paws open the door and there sits her partner and the adopted daughter.

"Jewel? What do you have?"

She huffs stalking over to Rexi and depositing the Vulpix in her lap.

Her job was done. The kit is hers now.

The Vulpix looks up at the startled young trainer. Chocolate eyes tired and warm.

"Hi little one? I guess you're mine now?"

The Vulpix breathes in their scent before laying his head on their knee. Familiar, home, warm. His.

#dragon of the north #pokemon #trainersona #ask away #titomoth #pokemon variants #vulpix #ninetales #lux obsidian #haahahah #if you read the tags Lux is gonna be coming up a lot i have PLANS BABY

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lovelylogans · 9 months

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the parent trap

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: riding is magic and friendship is power and love is everything to everyone

Roman gets to meet his pony. He should, by all rights, be much more excited about it, but someone had to go and ruin it for him.

⁂

Roman could barely sleep he was so excited.

Papa had mentioned, in passing, if he’d like to go for a ride ‘round the vineyard on the incredibly famous Sprout the horse. And Roman had done his best to cloud it Remus casualness—he’d obviously been riding around the vineyard on the horse before.

But Papa had smiled at him, leaned over and whispered, conspiratorially, “I’m sure Sprout’s missed you tons,” so he isn’t sure how much he’d succeeded in acting less excited.

Roman lays out his outfit the night before: a pair of jeans, a cowboy boots that he’d dug deep in the closet to gather, a cowboy hat! that had been squished under an old shoebox diorama project, a white t-shirt, and a blue-and-red patterned flannel that he’ll put over the top.

And then Roman finds an honest-to-God leather belt with a big silver belt buckle, and that seals it. He’s going full cowboy, damn if Remus would wear this outfit or not, he is about to go horseriding.

He also spends some time, wincingly, tossing various clothing items around the room in an attempt to be Remus-esque levels of messy; he leaves a shirt dangling over a lamp, the dresser draws open, and the closet ajar to its absolute cacophony that Roman doesn’t even need to try to mess up.

He bounces down the stairs in the morning, already fully dressed, hat on in the house, which Dad would decry, but it just makes Virgil snort and flick at the hat.

“Howdy, pardner,” he teases, then, nodding, “Made—”

Roman catches sight of the platters laid out and gapes. “Oh, wow.”

“—A big ol’ breakfast, most important meal of the day,” Virgil says, circling the table and settling a massive plate in front of him. “Eggs, sunny-side up. Bacon, side of biscuits, and, in case that’s not enough for you, a humongous stack of chocolate-chip pancakes, which smell incredible and I’m stealing one except you can’t yell about stealing ‘cause I made it.”

“Wow, Virgil,” Roman says breathlessly. “Thanks!”

Virgil takes off his hat solely to ruffle Roman’s hair. “Bet they didn’t do things like this at camp.”

“No, they certainly didn’t,” Roman says, plopping himself down at the table.

“Was a little worried you’d oversleep,” Virgil says lightly.

“Oh?”

“I mean, I would if I were up half the night making mysterious phone calls from my bathroom.”

Roman nearly chokes on his orange juice.

“Oh—oh, that? I was just calling a friend from camp. Augustus.”

“The piercings friend.”

“Yeah, that one! He lives in New York,” then, calculating out the time difference, hastily adds, “but he’s on vacation right now. In… Edinburgh.”

“Oh. I see,” Virgil says, leaning against the counter, mug of coffee in hand, “so you wanted to pick a time that was convenient for him.”

Roman cuts himself a large segment of egg white, shoveling it in his mouth the way Remus might.

“Mmmm,” he mumbles around the food, making a show of how good it is—it is really good, in fairness—shooting Virgil a big thumbs-up to hopefully distract him.

“Huh,” Virgil says.

“What?” Roman says around a mouthful of food, making himself cringe.

“Nothing,” Virgil says, setting down his coffee mug. “Nothing, it’s just—usually, you stab the yolk first, to get everything all runny...”

“Just… soooo hungry, I guess,” Roman says shiftily, cursing himself—why didn’t camp ever prepare their eggs any way other than scrambled so he’d know that?! “Erm—saving the best part for last!”

“...sure,” Virgil says slowly, and Roman braces himself for suspicion when Papa breezes into the kitchen, whistling cheerfully and toweling out the last of the dampness from his hair.

“Morning, Virgil, morning, kiddo—wow, look at all this!”

“Figured you might be hungry,” Virgil says, stabbing at an egg himself. “You know, after Maddox hustled you out of here after he ate half a grapefruit and before you could get anything.”

Papa seems to miss any irritation in Virgil’s voice, instead reaching to snag one of the pancakes off the pile.

“Hey,” Roman puts in a cursory complaint, though really, he probably wouldn’t be able to eat that entire plate on his own.

“Good thing, too—gotta fuel up for a ride with my favorite guy, huh?” Papa says, leaning over to nudge Roman’s shoulder.

“How’s Sprout been?” Remus says. “You know, since I’ve been off at camp.”

“Excellent, she’s great—her and Cinnamon got some new shoes a couple weeks ago. I think she was missing you, bud, she kept making big eyes at anyone in the hopes they’d feed her apples.”

Roman turns to Virgil.

“I’ll pack a couple for you to give her,” Virgil says before Roman can ask.

Roman nods, satisfied, and turns his attention back to Papa.

“I asked José earlier and he said he’d have them both saddled up when we got down, so we can just hop right on and ride,” Papa continues.

Roman breathes a very small sigh of relief. He’d been worried about that—putting a saddle and reins on a horse had been the only thing he and Remus hadn’t been able to practice at camp.

“How’s the vineyard,” Roman prompts, looking between the adults. “Any fun guests?”

And that takes up the rest of the meal, the pair of them falling over each other to tell Roman the story of some poor woman’s thirtieth birthday, much to Roman’s satisfaction—there’s so much excellent food to eat, he’s mostly focused on, one, eating like Remus, but two, not absolutely choking to death in his quest to eat like Remus.

It’s all so excellent. The eggs are perfectly salted and peppered—the bacon is just the right amount of crispy without being fried—Virgil passes Roman honey when he picks up his biscuit without him even asking, so he guesses that’s how Remus normally eats it, and it’s incredible, all thick salt and sweet honey and Roman drinks a whole glass of orange juice just to get through it.

And the pancakes.

Not an entirely American invention—there was a whole holiday centered around pancakes back home, after all—but the American pancakes are so. good.

They’re so thick and fluffy and sweet and warm, and with the addition of chocolate chips, melting and seeping their delicious chocolatey flavor even as Roman douses the whole thing in butter and syrup and takes huge, triangular bites—his eyelashes flutter shut in pure happiness.

He bets that pancakes, plain, smothered with Crofters jelly, would possibly be the best food of all time.

Oh, Remus is so lucky he has Virgil who can cook things like this. American food is so good.

“Well—thanks, Virgil, for an awesome breakfast,” Papa says, after he’s drained the last of his coffee and patted his mouth with his napkin.

“Yes—thanks, Virgil,” Roman says.

“You ready to rock and roll, punk?” Papa says, and Roman hops up from the table, eagerly grabbing his hat and jamming it on his head.

“Ready to rock and roll!”

“That’s what I like to hear!” Papa cries out, patting Roman’s back, and picking up his own cowboy hat. “See ya, Virgil!”

“Have fun, be safe,” Virgil says, handing over a tied-up bundle containing apples for them to bribe the horses.

“We will!” Roman calls.

That earns Roman a strange look from Virgil, but they’re out of the door before he can say anything.

Roman reaches over and grabs Papa’s hand, swinging it between them. Papa takes it, smiling.

“Good first full day back from camp?” He asks.

“The best,” Roman says earnestly.

“But I bet there was a lot about camp that was pretty good, too.”

“Nothing like home,” Roman says, which makes Papa beam. “But yeah. I guess camp was pretty fun.”

“Did you learn to canoe and tie-dye?”

“Yeah!” Roman says, “except I wasn’t nearly as good at tie-dye as this guy Nick? His patterns always turned out perfect, he could tie-dye anything. He’s got tie-dyed sunglasses.”

“Sunglasses!” Papa says, looking impressed.

“But I guess I did okay,” Roman says. “I got pretty good at kayaking, though. I only ever tipped over when I wanted to, even when some people were doing bumper-boats…”

Papa grins at him. “I’m sure you know nothing about how bumper-boats got started, huh?”

Roman remembers that he’s meant to be Remus, and Remus did, in fact, start bumper-boats a lot of the time.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, in a lofty, snooty tone that Remus would sometimes use to make fun of him, back when they didn’t know each other very well, but it makes Papa laugh.

“Well, I didn’t get any letters home from your counselor,” Papa says. “So I guess you didn’t explode any cabins.”

Not for lack of trying, Roman thinks.

“Maybe next year,” Roman says, which makes Papa laugh all the way down to the stable, even as they’re opening the doors to behold the stalls.

“All right, Cinnamon,” Papa says, approaching a big, beautiful Palomino, deep, auburn rust fur and an almost shimmeringly beautiful mane of gold. “All right, there, I got an apple for ya…”

But Roman is captivated by the other horse, who surely must be Sprout. She nickers at the sight of him, tossing her black mane.

Roman stares at her, open-mouthed. She’s a beautiful brown horse, with triangle of white splashed between her eyes and big, sweet-looking eyes.

“Hi there, Sprout,” he says very softly. He holds the apple in a flat hand, presenting it to her. “All right, girl?”

Sprout surveys him for a moment, out of those round, marble-like eyes, and bends her mouth to crush happily on his offering.

“Oh,” Roman says, very softly, as Sprout’s mouth tickles his hand. He, cautiously, brings a hand up to her neck, petting her very slowly and soothingly. Her fur is surprisingly bristly under his hand, but clean, and he can feel the powerful muscle of her neck beneath it.

He’s petting a horse. She’s eating out of the palm of his hand.

Today is one of the best days ever. He hopes Remus is having a day that’s even half as good.

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They’re having lunch at home, despite Remus’s subtle attempts to learn what exactly makes a cheeky Nando’s cheeky in the first place.

But the sandwiches and crisps serve his purposes perfectly fine, even if it is all a bit salty; he drains his water quickly.

“Would you like another drink, Roman?” Uncle Logan asks, where he’s just sat down at the table.

“Don’t bother—I’ll get it,” Remus says, hopping up from the table and traversing to the kitchen.

He opens the fridge and sees a nice, tall bottle of Ribena, which Roman might have mentioned once or twice in passing? He thinks it’s some kind of soda. He takes a closer look at the label.

Squash? Weird name for a soda (isn’t that what Ribena is?) but okay. He opens the fridge and pours himself a nice, tall glass, bringing it back to the table.

He takes a swig and then nearly spits it out, clapping his hand over his mouth.

“Roman!” The adults exclaim.

It’s so strong. It’s like someone jammed Pure Essence of Blackcurrent into a glass, multiplied it by a thousand times, and then served it to him in liquid form, absolutely overwhelming any lingering flavor of his sandwich and crisps.

“Did you mix it?”

Remus swallows, clears his throat, and croaks out, “Of course!”

He’s pretty sure anyone who looks at it can tell he absolutely has not mixed it.

“Roman, you’re meant to dilute—”

“No, no,” Remus says, clutching the glass. “I mixed it! Of course I remembered to dilute it, I didn’t forget.”

Dad and Uncle Logan exchange a wary look.

“I hope you don’t get a sugar high,” Dad says.

“Boy’s the proper age for a sugar high,” Grandfather says dismissively. “Go play a round of footie in the park if you feel very hyper, eh? I was planning on a bit of a nap later.”

“I won’t get a sugar high,” Remus lies, “because I diluted it.”

Logan lets out a tiny sigh. “He’s certainly your son.”

⁂

The sun on his back, the wind on his face, his son and horse trotting alongside—there are very few better ways Patton can think of spending a free morning.

“I’m glad you came out with me today, bud,” Patton says. “There’s something really important I want to talk to you about.”

“Funny,” Remus says, “I was about to say the same thing!”

Patton blinks. “Really? What about?”

“My father,” Remus says, and Patton nearly loses his grip on the reins. “What do you want to talk about?”

“...Maddox,” he says.

“What about Maddox?” Remus says.

“Well—what about your father?”

It’s whiplash, almost. He thinks of Janus every day—every day of his life since the moment they met—but to have Remus ask about him, after all this time…

“Dad,” Remus says. “I’m almost twelve. “

“Oh, Remus,” Patton says, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’ve talked about your father.”

“No, we haven’t,” Remus argues, “not really. A boy needs more in his life than half a crumpled old photograph.”

Patton swallows. Harsh, but true: the exact sort of response he’d expect from his boy.

“You know what?” Patton says. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right.”

“I am?” Remus says, surprised, then, “I mean—yeah, I am!”

“That actually brings me to what I wanted to talk about,” Patton says. “Remus… what do you think of Maddox?”

Remus considers this as Sprout shifts her footing. His face is shielded by the shade offered from his hat, so Patton can’t get a very good read on him.

“Think of him as… what, Pa? Your publicist, your friend…?”

“Just—as a person,” Patton says, resisting the urge to bring a hand up to his mouth and bite his nails at whatever harsh but true commentary Remus might have to offer.

“Oh,” Remus says. “Well… I mean, he pays a lot of attention to his hair. Good teeth….”

…okay. Unexpected. Patton had expected insults from the outset.

“I dunno, Pa,” Remus continues, “he’s a complete stranger to me.”

That makes sense. Him and Maddox have barely known each other for any time at all—this whirlwind romance of theirs—and Patton chews at his lip, thinking hopefully of the time he’d left them to talk by the pool, that he’d come back to all smiles, and hopefully, hopefully, the news goes over at least fine…

“Well, honey,” Patton says slowly. “Believe it or not, I’ve asked Maddox to—”

“Raceyabacktotheranch, Pa!”

And Remus and Sprout are off, racing together and kicking up dust behind them like they’re entering the Kentucky Derby.

“I—Remus!” Patton calls. “Hyah, Cinnamon—Remus, wait! I’m trying to talk to you! Remus!”

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CLOSED - $15-$40 Mystery Eggs

Fall/Halloween 2023 Mystery Egg batch done after a little bit of a delay while I caught up on other stuff~! This batch's outfits are based on classic monsters and spooky things but the themes are candy and other sweets for fall, which is something I had alot of fun doing. These were posted to my Discord server a few days before the public, so if you want to join to see things early just let me know~!! Note: These are guaranteed to be done by the end of December.

Available Tiers: Tier P - $15: This tier is a little cheaper, because it is on-base only. This tier can only work for ponies or quadrupeds. This uses my pony base, but it can be changed to accommodate most quadrupeds. Examples of adopts here:

https://rosexknight.tumblr.com/post/723117634843033600/open-30-mystery-egg-apple-of-the-pie-an-old

https://rosexknight.tumblr.com/post/723189284536041472/finished-cutie-mark-adopt-for-peskypooch-i-am

https://rosexknight.tumblr.com/post/723188129417379840/finished-cutie-mark-adopt-for-greycait-on-fa-they

https://rosexknight.tumblr.com/post/723186997386264576/a-finished-cutie-mark-adopt-for-littleredspider-on

Tier 1 - $20: You choose the realm of what you want for the adopt (Pony, Pony Species, Mythical, Anthro, Animal, Humanoid, Pokemon, CS with proof of MYO Slot, etc.) and the gender. Depending on which you choose I will make the character.

Tier 2 - $30: You choose the exact species you want and the gender. I will make the character from the species you choose.

Tier 3 - $40: You choose the exact species you want, gender, and any specific extra accessories you want. Since this is closer to a custom than a mystery adopt, it is a more expensive option but I will make a character from the exact specifications you choose.

Egg 1: Curse of Strudel - SOLD to @zenaquaria Egg 2: Sugar Equinox - SOLD to @zenaquaria Egg 3: All Together Yummy - SOLD to @littleredspider Egg 4: Dr. Pumpkin and Mr. Spice - SOLD to @zenaquaria Egg 5: The 10 Plagues of Chocolate - SOLD to GreyCait on FA Egg 6: Candy Jones's Locker - SOLD to @williamsstrider Egg 7: The Flying Gummy - SOLD to marcibel on Discord

#breaktimedoodles #myster #mystery egg #mystery egg adopt #mysetery eggs #mysery egg adoptable #adoptable

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brenpthetoonman · 1 year

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About me

Pronouns: He/him

Birthday: November 28, 1998

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Religion: Atheist

Zodiac sign: ♐

Gender: Male

Height: 5’7

Foot size: 10.5

Favorite animal: Cats, birds, sheep, turtles

Favorite food: Pizza, Chinese food, Mexican food, burgers, fries, mac and cheese, steak, chicken cutlets, swedish meatballs, goulash, pork chops, chicken fettuccine alfredo, waffles, pancakes, cornbread, poached eggs, sushi

Favorite fruit: Strawberries, apples, grapes, cherries, pineapples, kiwis, mangos, melons and bananas

Favorite drink: Coke, chocolate milk, lemonade, apple cider, tea, root beer and hot cocoa.

Favorite brand of cig: I despise cigarettes.

Favorite color: Purple

Favorite band: Queen, Pink Floyd, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Fleetwood Mac, Oasis, The Beatles, AC/DC, Green Day, Yes, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Metallica, Cheap Trick, The Who, Mother Love Bone, The Animals, Rage Against the Machine, Anthrax, Def Leppard, Iron Maiden, Megadeth, Judas Priest, Black Sabbath, DMX, A Tribe Called Quest, The Beach Boys, The Velvet Underground, blink-182, The Doors, The Allman Brothers Band, Motley Crue.

Favorite cartoon: Avatar: The Last Airbender, The Owl House, Gravity Falls, The Simpsons, Looney Tunes, Tex Avery cartoons, Hilda, Classic Disney shorts, Rocky and Bullwinkle, Popeye, Walter Lantz cartoons, The Amazing World of Gumball, Hi Hi Puffy AmiYumi, Batman: TAS, Ed Edd n Eddy, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, OK KO, Powerpuff Girls '98, Samurai Jack, Megas XLR, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Futurama, Wander Over Yonder, King of the Hill, Amphibia, Beavis and Butt-Head, Dan vs, Gargoyles, Freakazoid, The Critic, Invader Zim, Teen Titans, Phineas and Ferb, Mission Hill, Time Squad, DuckTales/Darkwing Duck, Batman Beyond, Rocko's Modern Life, Angry Beavers, Kablam, Tiny Toon Adventures, Home Movies, ATHF, Animaniacs/Pinky and the Brain, Regular Show, Hey Arnold, Bojack Horseman, The Boondocks, The Ghost and Molly McGee, Clerks: TAS, Courage the Cowardly Dog, SWAT Kats, Top Cat, Superman: TAS, Celebrity Deathmatch, Kim Possible, Dave the Barbarian, South Park, Harvey Birdman, The Pink Panther, The Venture Bros.

Favorite movie: Gojira, Into the Spider-verse, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Aladdin '92, Hayao Miyazaki movies, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Batman '89, Ed Wood, Mel Brooks movies, Fantastic Mr. Fox, The Big Lebowski, Akira, Quentin Tarantino movies, the classic Universal monster movies, Yellow Submarine, Dead Poet's Society, A Hard Day's Night, Monty Python movies, What's Eating Gilbert Grape, Laurel and Hardy movies, Marx Brothers movies, The Book of Life, The LEGO Movie, The Lord of the Rings trilogy, Edgar Wright's Three Flavours Cornetto trilogy, Die Hard 1-3, Guardians of the Galaxy, Robocop, Kevin Smith movies, Corpse Bride, Halloween '78, Alfred Hitchcock movies, Labyrinth, The Dark Crystal, An American Tail, The Simpsons Movie, Willy Wonka, The Crow, The Mask, Suspiria '77, The Monster Squad, Kung Fu Panda 1-3, The Room, David Lynch movies, Wes Craven movies, Coraline, Babe, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Beetlejuice, Dazed and Confused, Inherit the Wind, Office Space, How to Train Your Dragon, Ernest and Celestine, Napoleon Dynamite, Liar Liar, Bruce Almighty, Kubo and the Two-Strings, ParaNorman, Coco, Frankenweenie, School of Rock, The Incredibles, Inside Out.

Favorite game: Banjo-Kazooie, Any Mario game, Animal Crossing, Legend of Zelda, Sonic 1-3, Any Kirby game, Pokemon Stadium 1&2, Spyro, Yooka-Laylee, Crash Bandicoot, Cuphead, the Kingdom Hearts series, The Simpsons: Hit & Run

Influence: Hayao Miyazaki, Wes Anderson, Matt Groening, Mike Judge, Dana Terrace, Tex Avery, Glen Keane, Eric Goldberg, Chuck Jones, Alfred Hitchcock, Edgar Wright, Wes Craven, Stephen Silver, Bruce W. Smith, Alex Hirsch, JG Quintel, Dan Povenmire, Jeff "Swampy" Marsh, Joe Murray, Craig Bartlett, Trey Parker, Matt Stone, Craig McCracken, Lauren Faust, Matt Braly, John R. Dilworth, Mo Willems, Bob Clamlett, Max Fleischer, Walter Lantz, Don Bluth, Henry Selick, Genndy Tartokovsky, Rob Renzetti, Loren Bouchard, Bill Oakley, Josh Weinstein

Motto: “If you can dream it, do it!”

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ikeromantic · 1 year

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I don't think I did this last year. What a nifty little breakdown of what got clicked xD

I posted 154 times in 2022

131 posts created (85%)

23 posts reblogged (15%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ikeromantic

@ikemenlibrary

@lorei-writes

@spoopy-fish-writes

@aminiatureworld

I tagged 152 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#otome - 122 posts

#otome guys - 119 posts

#fanfic - 118 posts

#fanfiction - 117 posts

#fluff - 84 posts

#ikemen sengoku - 49 posts

#ikemen vampire - 37 posts

#ikemen prince - 33 posts

#ikesen mitsuhide - 29 posts

#mitsuhide akechi - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 61 characters

#filling the pages one at a time to ease the clamor in my mind

My Top Posts in 2022:

Little Princes' Egg Hunt

This is another story in the Belle as nanny AU. The princes get to celebrate Spring Festival with Belle. Approx. 3000 words.

Continuation from: Belle as Nanny Ask

Belle swallowed nervously. She wasn’t sure if this was breaking protocol or maybe some obscure law. That would be just her luck.

“Why do you think the princes would enjoy something so common as . . . an egg hunt?” Sariel’s steepled fingers pressed against one another hard enough to wrinkle his gloves.

“Ehm? Because it’s fun? We do them every year in town. The grown-ups all hide treats and little colorful eggs all over the city. And kids run around, searching for them. I loved it when I was little!”

Sariel’s left eyebrow twitched and rose. “And you think princes will enjoy such a frivolous waste of time? Because you did?”

“Well, yeah. I do.” Belle was beginning to wish she hadn’t said anything. It was just, realizing the boys never got to do all the fun things commoner children did. Their days were stuffed with tutors and lessons. Celebrations were formal events with stiff, uncomfortable attire and an expectation that the princes would be seen and not heard. She wanted them to have fun for this holiday at least.

“Very well.” Sariel smiled sharply. “But you are responsible for the event. Organizing, follow-through, and clean-up. And if the princes do not enjoy themselves, you will bear responsibility.”

Belle nodded. “Alright. I - I can do that. But, ehm . . . even Chevalier?”

“Even Chevalier.”

The Spring Festival was right around the corner, and Belle had only a few days to prepare. Thankfully, the serving staff were on board. So preparations began in secret to surprise the princes with an egg hunt.

Belle stayed up late painting carefully cleaned eggs while the palace chef worked on creating chocolate bunnies and birds, sugar sculpture flowers, and candied petals. The maids created paper pinwheels and little confetti balls that would burst when thrown.

Strangely, a box showed up in Belle’s room too, with little stuffed toys for each prince. There was no note, but she could tell immediately which prince each little beast was for. A red-eyed grey wolf for Jin, a snow leopard for Chevalier, a fluffy bear for Luke, an arctic fox for Nokto, a golden eagle for Licht, a ringtailed raccoon for Clavis, a honey-colored piglet for Yves, and a retriever for Rio. Whoever left these knew the princes pretty well, she thought.

The day before the festival, Belle was walking the boys through one of the tower rooms to meet with a tutor. Yves stopped at the large window overlooking the capitol. His little face scrunched up in a pout. “It looks like they are getting ready for a party. Why weren’t we invited?”

“Princes do not celebrate with commoners,” Chevalier replied.

Leon smiled. “Hey, maybe they will let us ride through in a carriage or something.”

“Or maybe we can ride our ponies.” It was impossible to miss the sarcastic twist to Nokto’s words, but Yves nodded as if this were a serious possibility.

Clavis tossed a paper ball at Leon. “Not a chance. You’re better off hoping the party comes to us.”

Licht frowned. “Please no. Party shoes pinch!”

Belle ruffled his hair and smiled at the other boys. “I’m afraid we can’t go to the Spring Festival in town, and there’s no big party here at the castle for you. But I’m sure we’ll make tomorrow a wonderful day anyhow.”

Luke burbled happily from his perch on her hip and Rio nodded. “Yes. It’s always a good day with you, Ms. Belle.”

Chev snorted and turned away. “I’m going to my lessons now.”

The other princes filed along behind him looking deflated. Even little Nokto looked sad, despite teasing Yves a moment before.

Belle almost told them about the little party she’d planned, but they only needed to wait a little while longer. And the disappointment now would make their joy tomorrow all the brighter. She was so glad she’d made herself hunt Sariel down to ask for this favor. Seeing the boys celebrate would be worth every cold stare and veiled threat the counselor could throw at her.

None of the boys said a word about the Spring Festival for the rest of the day, but she saw the looks they threw toward the town. Even Chevalier, who pretended not to care, would glance at the distant flags and banners and frown.

After she put the princes to bed, Belle stayed up late making little baskets for each prince, with the sweets the chef made and the pinwheels and the mysterious stuffed animals. Then she set them outside the nursery suite where the boys were sleeping. As she straightened up, a little silver-grey mop of hair poked into the room.

Clavis’ golden eyes lit up as he looked at the baskets and he smiled up at Belle. “I knew it. I knew you were planning something.”

“What are you doing up, you little gremlin? And what do you mean, you knew?” Belle put her stern voice on, but it was hard to maintain in the face of that little grin.

He laughed. “Trade secret?” At her raised eyebrow he shrugged. “I saw dye on your fingers and there’s been way more chocolate and candy in the kitchen than usual.”

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Hi! If you have the time, can I request for a chevalier and child story?

Like, in Chevalier's route romantic ending, Emma left after spending night with Chevalier so what if she gave birth to a boy with his knowledge?

Oh my, so full disclosure, I have not done the romantic ending yet! But I like this idea so, here goes! Approx. 1500 words.

Sariel stood in the doorway. Behind him, the sky was clear and blue and perfect. Emma felt her eyes drifting to it. Anything to avoid the councilor’s severe expression.

“I have to say, Emma. I’m impressed. The last Belle was not nearly so crafty as you have been. But you didn’t hide nearly well enough.” Sariel smiled coldly.

“I wasn’t hiding.” Emma’s eyes fixed on him, forcing herself to confront this head on. She’d always known this was bound to happen. “I left because, if you will remember, you wouldn’t allow me to stay. Clause 99.”

“Yes, but you should have told us you were with child.” He stepped into the hall, his boots thudding on the wood floor. “Where is he?”

She sighed. “I didn’t know I was pregnant when I left. By the time I realized it, I was scared to come forward. I knew you would take him from me, like you did Jin.”

“Where is he, Emma?”

There were palace guards in the street behind Sariel. She could see them through the open door. There wasn’t a way for her to fight this, not with any hope of winning. “He’s out with his ‘uncle’ Rio. Buying groceries for dinner.”

Funny enough, Chevalier’s coloring was similar enough to Rio’s that most people assumed the boy was his child. And Rio, bless him, had stayed with her through everything, even knowing - as he must - that she didn’t love him. Emma was in love, would always be in love, with Chevalier.

Sariel nodded. “I am glad you chose to be honest. We’ll wait here for them, then.” He sat down in one of the kitchen chairs and took off his gloves. “Could you fetch me some tea?”

Emma wanted to tell him to get his own tea. Back in the palace. But she’d been raised a polite girl, so instead she put on water to boil. The soldiers from outside filed in and stood awkwardly wherever they could find space. She served them all tea which they drank in tense silence.

“What is the boy’s name?” The councilor fixed Emma with a look that said he knew, but wanted her to tell him anyhow.

“Frederick.”

Sariel nodded thoughtfully. “A name meaning peaceful ruler. How . . . optimistic.” He set his teacup down.

Then the door opened. Rio had barely a heartbeat to note the soldiers. He locked eyes with Sariel and reached inside his vest with one hand. With the other, he pushed Frederick behind him.

The little blonde boy didn’t look frightened as most children his age might. His hands curled into fists and his ice-blue eyes flashed with an understanding that surpassed his age.

Emma screamed and moved toward her son. Around her, the room exploded into action. Sariel was shouting orders, the soldiers were pulling their weapons, and Rio was moving so fast. Soldiers fell as he passed them, but Emma barely noticed. She lifted Frederick into her arms and stepped toward the door.

She didn’t make it far.

“Stop.” Chevalier’s voice cut through the din, arrogant. Commanding.

She looked up at him, at the face she saw in her sweetest dreams. One she had not expected to see so close. Close enough to touch.

His jaw was tense as he met her gaze. “Emma.”

Emma knelt, as all subjects must when in the presence of the King. She set Frederick on the floor beside her. He knelt too, imitating her as best as his chubby little legs could.

“Get up,” Chevalier sighed.

“Highness, there was no need for you to come here. I have it under-” Sariel was interrupted.

“Shut up, four-eyes.” Chevalier’s gaze moved to Rio. “I’m not here to hurt her. You can put your knives down. If you even have any left.”

“Knives?” Emma risked a glance behind her as she stood. She didn’t see any weapon in Rio’s hands, though there were several suspiciously bloody guards at his feet, groaning.

Rio flashed her a goofy smile, but his eyes betrayed his tension. “Did you come to take the boy?”

Chevalier took a breath. Then he knelt and looked at his son. “Frederick.” This close, it was impossible not to see the resemblance. The arrogant tilt of the chin, the eyes as blue as arctic ice. Hair like cornsilk, fine and light.

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154 notes - Posted April 19, 2022

Can I please request the warlords with an MC that has small boobs and is insecure about it, thinking she's not attractive enough for them?

I'll be honest with you, my lovelies. No matter what a guy says he likes, the breasts he likes best are the ones he can get his hands on . . . Body positivity and love to all the girls with small breasts - Approx. 900 words.

Oda Alliance

Nobunaga

“And what size should they be, fireball? I say they are perfect and my words are the only ones that count.” Nobunaga proceeds to kiss and nip at them until you’ve forgotten all about your insecurity.

Hideyoshi

“Why would you think that? They are exactly the right size. You-sized.” Hideyoshi smiles and runs his palms across your breasts, callouses catching on the fabric of your clothes. “Perfect. I’ll show you just how much I like them tonight.”

Masamune

He narrows his eyes, gaze lowered to your chest. “Huh. Too small? I don’t know. I’d say they’re just about a mouthful. More than that, and I’d have to bite.” Then he proceeds to show you exactly what he means.

Mitsuhide

“Hm? Self-conscious are you?” He steps behind you, breath ghosting your neck. His arms encircle you as he pulls you against his chest. “I wouldn’t change you in any measure. Is there an eye other than mine you seek to please? Another’s touch? No? Then do not offend my tastes again or I will have to punish you.”

Mitsunari

He looks confused as you explain your anxiety but after a moment, he nods. “I see.” He takes your hands in his and looks into your eyes. “I don’t know how to make you like yourself just as you are. But I love you, everything about you.”

Ieyasu

“What is this nonsense? You think you aren’t pretty enough?” He grumbles and sets down the scroll he is working on. “Do you think I’d fall for someone that wasn’t beautiful? Idiot. Come here.” He hugs you tightly. “Stop thinking things like this. You’ll cry and I won’t know what to do about it. Ok?”

Keiji

He picks you up and holds you in the air. “Are you serious right now? Are you telling me my princess isn’t perfect? Because I’m pretty sure you’re wrong. Maybe you got a knock on the head with that spear?”

Ranmaru

“You don’t like the way you look, huh? Well . . . we all have things we don’t like about ourselves. You could fake it, with the right clothes. Or try exercises and herbs, I guess. But you want to know what I think?” He smiles brightly. “I think just being your gorgeous, honest self is the best. People will always find something to not like about you, but the people that matter - your friends, your family - they’ll see your real beauty.”

Uesugi-Takeda Alliance

Yukimura

He blushes and runs a hand through his hair. “Uh, sure, I mean, guys like ‘em big. I guess. But uh . . .” He coughs and looks down, clearly having trouble saying what he’s thinking. “I like yours just how they are, you dummy. Don’t make me say it again.” He kisses you before you can reply.

Shingen

“A goddess is perfect, by definition. And you are my goddess. Everything about you is . . . mmm . . .” His words trail off as he resumes kissing along your collarbone.

Kenshin

He regards you with his mismatched eyes. “Who told you such a ridiculous thing? You told yourself?” He reaches out to touch your cheek. “How ridiculous. I say you are beautiful and I will tell you so everyday until you see yourself as I do.”

Sasuke

Sasuke cleans his lenses and slides his glasses back onto his face. He walks around you slowly. After a moment, he takes a bit of string, measuring you at hip, waist, chest, and shoulder. He asks your height and weight. Then he nods. “Mhm. Yes. You are the ideal size in all ways. How do I know that? Through observation.” He smiles. “I’d like to observe you more closely, if you’ll allow me?”

Yoshimoto

“You have exquisite composition and grace. There is no way you could be lovelier.” He sees the disbelief in your eyes. “I am an expert in aesthetics, but if you doubt my words, allow me to assist you in selecting your wardrobe. We must place the most beautiful flowers in the setting to best display their comely qualities.”

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164 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

Hello! I love your writing so so much! Here is my ask: mc who was abandoned by her parents when she was young but now that she became chevalier s fiancee her parents as any good gold digger suddenly comes back and decide they wanna be her parents again. I wondered what would chevalier's reaction be and how would they deal with mc actually being hurt by her parents horrible attitude but at the same time she cant bring herself to reject them completely.

Okay, so this is a long one at 3600 words! I don't often write from MC's perspective so hopefully it's alright ^_^

Belle stood at the top of the staircase, feeling an awkward uncertainty. The cheerful greetings of the three visitors in the parlor were too friendly for strangers, too familiar. And then it hit her. She might have staggered if not for Rio, who caught her arm and held her steady.

“Mom?” Belle almost didn’t recognize her own voice.

“Who else, my precious baby girl. And I brought your father, and your little brother. Not so little anymore is he?” Her mother smiled and nudged the young teen forward.

Rio leaned in to whisper. “Is this really your family?”

She nodded mutely. “Welcome. Please, ah, have a seat.” Belle let Rio guide her to her own chair. Once seated, she studied her family over the top of her teacup. She’d never expected to see them again. Not since the day they’d kicked her out of their home.

Belle had been fourteen at the time, and terrified. The memory of it still stung.

Her father reached across the table to pat her shoulder, but Rio caught his arm. He pretended it was a clumsy attempt to reach for the teapot, laughing at himself, but her father took the hint. Don’t touch.

“What-” she cleared her throat, “what brings you here?” The words were clipped but polite.

Her mother smiled widely. “Do I need an excuse to visit my little baby girl? I missed you! We all did.”

Belle felt an uneasy flutter in her heart. She’d spent years hoping to hear some kindness from her mother but now that mom was sitting here with her, saying motherly things, she felt wary and her heart ached. “I . . . see.”

Her parents exchanged a look. “Honey,” her father began, “I know this must be hard for you. After what happened.” He held his hands out in front of him, palms up. “You probably thought we hated you. The way we made you leave.”

Belle nodded, not trusting herself to speak. The wounds were old and should be healed, but this conversation brought all her pain and uncertainty back.

“Let me be blunt. We kicked you out. And you were such a tender young thing,” her mother continued. “But we didn’t have a choice. I wanted to find you a good position, a good job, but there wasn’t time.”

Her father nodded. “We were short on money, and with the new baby . . .”

“What we’re trying to say is that we are so sorry. That we love you and we’ve been so worried!” Her mother’s eyes were damp with unshed tears.

Rio muttered something about, “all those years at the bookshop,” as he set down a tray of finger sandwiches.

Belle nodded. “Yes, if that’s true, why did none of you come visit me at the bookshop? I was there for years.”

“W-we didn’t know where you were,” her mother said quietly, her gaze downcast. “It was only when word got around the city about the Prince and his fiance . . .”

Her father smiled. “We knew from the descriptions it had to be you. We packed up and came as soon as we were sure.”

Belle thought about this, sipping at her tea to excuse the silence. This was like everything she wanted when she was younger. A happy reunion. Being told she was loved. But the pain of her abandonment was still there and still bitter. She set down her teacup and stood.

“Thank you for coming by. I have a lot to do this afternoon, but Rio can arrange a meeting for us again. When I have more time.” She nodded to them and turned to go.

“Wait!” Her brother spoke up for the first time. His hand extended toward her. “Please. Mom and dad won’t say it, but we’ve nowhere to go. We’ve been sleeping in barns and under brush for months. Going from job to job . . .” He took a shaky breath. “Please give them a place to sleep until dad can get a good position again.”

Belle’s heart lurched. Were they truly so bad off? She remembered the small wood and rush house at the edge of town. The smell of the cookfire, the feel of her straw pallet on her cheek. “What happened to the house?”

“Burned in the unrest when Prince Chevalier went to war,” her mother said sadly. “We’ve nowhere to go. But, that’s not your problem.” She gestured to the other two. “Come on, we took up enough of the lady’s time.”

“No, stop. You don’t have to go.” She looked at Rio and he took the hint.

“I can put you up in one of the guest suites for a time.” He didn’t look happy about it, but he led them off without a backward glance.

Belle felt raw and overwrought by the unexpected reunion. She wasn’t sure what to think. Her childhood memories were painful, constant with reminders of what a burden she had been. Her failures. She cleaned badly, cooked badly, sewed and stitched . . . badly. Right up until the day they’d thrown her out to make her own way. And now, here they were. And they said they loved her.

She made her way back to the library and spent the rest of the afternoon in a daze. It wasn’t until Chevalier appeared that she came back to herself. He stood in the doorway, looking like an avenging angel with his golden countenance and cold eyes.

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254 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hi, May I request one for Ikeprince where MC is a nanny for princes when they were kids and they start fighting for her attention. Thank you

Ok, this idea is too cute. I wrote this completely disregarding tragic pasts and canon route info. Approx. 3300 words of adorable little princes.

Belle forced a smile as she signed off on the hiring contract. She wasn’t sure she was up to being the royal nanny, but kids were kids, right? And being a nanny at the palace paid better than the same job in town. This was her chance and she wasn’t going to ruin in with nerves.

“Fear.” Sariel’s gaze settled on her.

“What?”

“The little beasts can smell it on you. Don’t walk in to the nursery afraid.” His amethyst eyes had a fell glow to them as he smiled. It was not reassuring.

“Oh. O-of course. Kids can always tell what grownups are feeling.” Belle stretched her smile wider as if that would cure her anxiety.

Sariel studied her for a moment and then nodded. “For some, less so for others. Now sign this last page and come along.”

Belle sighed and then let Sariel guide her to the nursery. As it turned out, the nursery wasn’t just a room for the children to play in. It was an entire wing of the castle, complete with its own kitchens, gardens, and bedrooms. Belle had her apartments there, along with a host of servants to see to the boys’ needs.

After showing her where she would sleep, Sariel walked her to a central hall and sent the servants scurrying to gather the princes. There were nine boys in total, none older than six, and they couldn’t have been more different from each other if they tried.

One of them, a tall boy with platinum blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. He lounged against a wall, reading, as if he didn’t notice or care that anyone else was present. Sariel gestured to him. “That is Chevalier. Chev, come say hello to the new nanny.”

“I don’t need a nanny. Go away.” He didn’t even glance up from his book as he said it.

Belle refused to be intimidated by a child barely out of diapers. She crouched beside him to look at him from his eye-level. “Hello Chevalier. I’m glad you don’t need a nanny. Maybe that means you can be my helper. I’ll bet we become best of friends.”

He glanced up from his book and his gaze was so cold it made Belle shiver. “I don’t make friends with fools. I give you . . . three days before you leave like the rest of them.”

Belle stood, feeling a bit put out.

Sariel smiled thinly. “Polite as ever.”

“Shut up, four eyes.”

“Yes, well. Moving along. Let me introduce Rio. He’s a charity case rather than a trueborn prince. Come and say hello, Rio.”

This one was very short and a little pudgy, with honey-blonde locks and wide, innocent eyes. He stared up at her in awe. “H-hello Ms. Belle.”

Belle turned her attention to Rio, crouching down again to look him in the eye. “Hi Rio! That’s such a nice name. I hope we’ll be friends, hm?”

Rio reached out and grabbed her fingers in his chubby little hands. “Yes! I want to be your friend, Ms. Belle. You’re beautiful!”

Sariel sighed and adjusted his glasses. “He’s a simple minded boy. A bit like a dog. Cuddly, loyal . . .” He cleared his throat.

“That’s very sweet Rio. I’m sure we will be great friends then.” Belle ruffled his hair and then followed Sariel to the next.

There were two boys with hair as white as starlight and crimson eyes. Identical twins dressed in similar clothes. One of them avoided her gaze, fiddling with a toy soldier. The other met her gaze with a mischievous look of his own.

“I’m Nokto,” the smiling boy said, “and my brother is Licht.” He held out his hand to shake hers.

“Pleased to meet you both. I am Belle.” She took the little hand and let Nokto shake with her. Licht glanced at them and then back at his toy.

Sariel pointed at the two of them. “They’re twins, but you won’t get them mixed up unless you really are an idiot. Nokto is the one to watch out for. A natural born jester, while Licht is generally quiet.” He was about to lead them over to the next boy when Nokto grabbed Belle’s skirt.

“Ms. Belle, is it ok if I ask for a hug? We aren’t allowed to hug the staff and we never get to see our mother and father . . .” His lower lip trembled and he looked as if he was on the verge of tears, a complete switch from the naughty grin of a moment ago.

Belle couldn’t deny such a sweet appeal. “Of course I’ll hug you.” She bent down and let Nokto wrap his arms around her neck. He squeezed her tight, and she swore, he tried to pinch her breast through the bodice. She quickly stood, not sure if that had been a childish accident or intentional.

Nokto tried to hold onto an innocent expression but it lasted only a second or two before a wide, naughty grin spread across his cheeks. “I like you, Ms. Belle. I hope you don’t run away like all the others did.”

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May 21 - 2024 Tuesday

10:24pm

5.5/10

Today I deliberately tried not to think about things too much since I overthink, as discussed with my therapist. Journaling at the end of the day is my designated period to do my thinking and noticing. Also in the shower.

This morning I put away my clean laundry and tore up the boxes I had laying around so I could use them to start fires in the fire pit. I also dumped the last 2 cheerwine's I got my mom for her birthday about 2 years ago. I don't think they go "bad" but they are way past their shelf life. All because mom couldn't remember I had them safely stored over here for her. Over time I've noticed her becoming more forgetful so thats a thing that could be serious, but inevitable. I took a hot and steamy shower and made oatmeal, eggs, and spam for breakfast. I had to speedrun it since I took too long in the shower but that meant I didn't overcook my eggs like usual. They came out perfectly.

For warmups today I sketched cats because I want to make art of an alien cat in anguish due to this song we've heard on stream multiple times. It sounds like a wailing cat in space so we made up a whole scene for it. Then I worked on that comic commission for just about 2 hours on the dot and finished it, putting me ahead a couple of days. Now I can focus on SZ's commission and do it justice. Same with the monthly Venus idea from my special patron.

After stream I did my dishes and planned to workout since I just got my kneebrace in. So I did my situps and got my treadmill out. I was confident at first but after my first attempt at jogging, the pain was already kicking in strong. I had to stop. One side of the handlebar on my treadmill popped out at the base too, this thing is REALLY bad and it has inflated reviews on Amazon due to a special discount you can get if you rate it highly. I wish I had returned it awhile back. I looked up what my knee problem is like and it might be runner's knee which may or may not suck. It might just need more rest, it does feel like an injury but one that needs a long time to heal properly. Doesn't help that I already pushed through the pain so much. I took another hot steamy shower. I turned the lights off and let myself enjoyed physical sensations for awhile. At some point I was hunched over with my hands on the wall with extra hot water running down my arms and down my sides. I enjoyed that.

I made tuna spaghetti for lunch. I tried a slightly different method where I cook the spaghetti normally and then add the tuna and stuff afterwards. I might be onto something but I overcooked the spaghetti this time. I watched a trackmania stream while I cooked and ate which I was really into. I also splurged with a little chocolate pudding cup and snacked on cheetos while I worked.

I had to look up bound pregnant women for reference today. I historically am not a fan of pregnancy visually but today I felt a bit different. I found it appealing that I could knock up the love of my life and tie her up in bondage, consensually of course. It got me a little flustered. Anyways the art request came out okay and then I worked on a pic of DS's horse sona for an hour. I was on and off with how diligently I was working, I started to feel sluggish and unengaged. But I got it done. I only worked about 30 minutes on my pony avatar today, trying to experiment with a different kind of eyes. I sent it to DS for her opinion and she thought it looked too silly which it did. I'm gonna have to keep reaching out because I'm definitely losing my ability to judge it properly given how much Im working on it.

When work was over, I was at a loss for what to do. I spent some time watching more of that trackmania stream and then Elden Ring to wind my brain down. I curled up in my hoodie and just watched for awhile. I got stressed this evening because I wasn't engaged with anything and I also didn't want to default to mental problem solving. Part of me was also waiting for some social engagement despite not communicating my expectations or desires so I knew I couldn't be upset about it but I still sorta wasted my energy just waiting. I did a little bit of private journaling and eventually sort chilled out. DS called me in bed and we did our puzzles. I asked the usual questions I like to know like how her day was and how she's feeling but I didn't have much else to contribute at first. I hate being mentally stuck or burnt out because of how hard it makes it to just talk. The important thing I kept in mind was not to talk about anything too serious or heavy since I'm deliberately trying not to do that. While she passed out I played Minecraft for an hour and made furniture for my first snowman house. I also started the much needed mine.

The first part of today went pretty well but the evening deteriorated as my mental capacity diminished. I did a good job during lunch to actually relax though. I think it's going to take some practice reducing the amount I think about things but I think it'll pay off. I kept in mind what my therapist suggested, making sure I notice when I start to overthink so I can be aware of it. I also took a couple minutes at my worst to practice one of the self exercises. Today's topic was Self and my Costar app said "Be gentle" and and didn't really know what to do about that.

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