#ericka answers stuff

[rosetyler42]

Ericka Pregnancy Dump Part 3!

1.Had the idea of Ericka reassuring Drac for a while, and I've been playing with the idea that, while Ericka is pregnant, Drac sometimes likes to stick around her when he can to make sure she's doing alright. Sometimes that includes him resting on her shoulder in bat form. Ericka, of course, doesn't really mind him being around, but she's still trying to keep him from fussing over her too much. After all, he worries enough as it is.

2. Speaking of Bat!Drac on Ericka's shoulder, I was in a sleepy cuddles mood again!

((Bonus: I hid some fun surprises in the registry book. XD))

3. With the 20th week just past, I thought I'd do Drac finding out that one of the twins is a boy which means he's finally having a son. (He loves that he's having another daughter too. I just thought I'd give the guy his moment since, judging by HT2, he did want a boy at some point.) Ericka's amused by his reaction and Mavis...well, after seeing her father dance in drag around the room after finding out about Dennis, she's not surprised.

Like Mavis, Ericka personally doesn't care what she gets. She's just happy her and Drac's monster-human legacy is actually happening. Whatever combination they come in. Mostly, they found out because these two are both planners who if they knew you COUKD find out before definitely would and plus... well, we've seen how Drac is when it comes to surprises and "Wait and see" situations. XD But beyond names and maybe clothes ("Even that's a matter of preference"), having one he didn't get to have last time etc. Ericka doesn't see why gender matters all that much. Van Helsing apparently didn't seem to care much what gender Ericka was, as long as she could do what was expected of her. Plus, she's also a martial artist. Which, in fighting, gender doesn't make as much of a difference as you'd think, and as a matter of fact female warriors are respected due to their ferocity (coming at it from a mental perspective of being an underdog.) I'm sure being Pan helps too. Her answer to "Do you want a boy or a girl?" Would most likely be "...I want babies." Either that, or just "Yes." XD

4. Wanted to draw some pregnancy stuff with Ericka and Mavis bonding (since Mavis has had a kid of her own already and they both became moms without having a mom themselves.) But I ended up making things feelsy. As much as they are two sides of the same coin, Ericka and Mavis came from very different worlds. And I kinda liked the idea that Mavis, being the more emotional and much less traumatized one of the two, could bring a nice outsider perspective, pointing out some of the more messed up things about Ericka's upbringing that she herself tends to be "This is fine. :)" about. Similar to how Ericka can be the practical brutally honest outsider perspective for Mavis. Plus, the idea of her getting upset on behalf of the stepmom she once tried to crush is both sweet and funny. XD

5.Some pregnant Drericka fluff inspired by some partner in love with pregnant belly prompts I found a while back involving the partner kissing the belly bump and tickling the other person. X3 Which is even sweeter with how touchstarved Ericka is and how strict her childhood was/how she was expected to act. Another one of those "bringing out each other's playful sides" things.

6/7. Was in a pregnant!Ericka mood yesterday morning. Ended up working on these longer than was intended but they turned out great. I've had the idea of Ericka discovering the "belly press-baby kick" game for a while. And of course loving/protective and Sleepy mama are always fun to do.

8. Dracula comforting an exhausted, achey, and very dramatic pregnant!Ericka as she flops onto his legs/lap.

Been meaning to do some Drericka fluff, and I had the "I'm going to be as big as the Legacy by the time they get here" joke for a while. Don't worry, as much as the guys joke, she's not going to get THAT big. They're just messing with her and Ericka's just being her usual dramatic self. As she would say "Look, hon, I can't help how I am. Being Dramatic is LITERALLY in my code. Besides, we're pretty much finding almost every possible way to void the human body warranty with these cute lil imps. And with almost ZERO idea what ANY of us are doing, I might add. I have EARNED my right to be dramatic."

9. Was in the mood for some Mama Ericka fluff. Plus, I haven't drawn Eve much lately. I like the idea of Eve being one of those cats who like cuddling up to their owner's pregnant belly/rubbing it with their paws and purring.

10. Some sleepy pregnancy fluff. While she IS willing to change position, Ericka's not about to give up her favorite pillow (Drac) just because she's having twins. She sleeps better hugging him and resting on his chest or shoulders where she can feel the rise and fall of his breathing anyway - the heartbeat is optional. (Plus, with her body temp higher than normal, the difference in body temp probabky feels REALLY good right now.)

@gothicthundra @ebevkisk @neo-storm @that-obsessed-gay-girl @sine-qua-noon @chica-chuu @animatedpixie @erickadracula @ericka-van-helsing @erickaanddraculasblog @ericka4ever @elenadracula @drericka @drericka-prompts @drericka-is-lyfe-blog @drerickastan @thenerdynightprincess13 @thesecreatoroftrans @f-mhoteltransylvaniacomicseries @kittyball23 @lovelylivelyv

#hotel transylvania #ericka van helsing #drericka #dracula x ericka #erickula #dracula #count dracula #ericka + mavis #mavis dracula #vampire bat #eve the sylveon #martha the gourgeist #pregnant #pregnancy #my art #wir verse #long post #drac fam

[calronhunt]

if video games existed in the blood brings dawn universe, what sort of games would everyone play?

GETTING TO THESE NOW i'll stick to guys who are currently on my mind

Raphael - i think he'd like stuff with romance options. I think visual novels are too much reading for him but he'd love like fire emblem or stardew valley where romance is secondary but there if you wanna

Lionel - my heart says fps. I don't think he plays cod but i think he would love GTFO

Ericka - fighting games.

Sigthy - mine sweeper

Cassiel - I wanna give a serious answer but I think he would play fortnite. He has cat ear headphones i know he does. In my heart.

Gabriel - like. God of war. Im blanking but some of those super gorey videogames

Michael - pokemon. Puzzle games.

Jo - doesn't play but likes watching others play

Sarah - also super gorey video games

#ask #blood brings dawn #i so rarely talked about any of these other ocs i promise they're important

[harrv]

hey! i found out u like bh .... and...me too ??? i need a bh fic rec to keep my skin clear thank you (any will do! could be a/b/o or dom/sub idc)

HELLO jhshjds me as this ask tbh ???and same bh keeps my crops alive

anyway here are Some of my fave bh fics to read (and also reread just because?)

also im sleepy as fuc and its just midnight wtf

bottom harry fic rec

We’ll Be Seamlessby: @dinosaursmate52k | slow burn | the best thing i’ve ever read

Green reblogged an old photo of himself. It was from back in October, a Halloween special. A pulse shot all the way through Louis because this photo was his absolute favourite, and it had taken the rest of the year for him to wean himself off of it.

Green was on his knees, arms stretched out in front of him with his fingertips digging into the surface of his bed. He was wearing a pair of cat ears on his head, his curls falling forward. His back was arched, and in the foreground of the picture, Green’s bum was high in the air, a long, black cat tail sitting neatly between his cheeks.—Louis spends all his spare time scrolling arty nude blogs on Tumblr but amongst them all, Green is his favourite.

Boys Fall Like Dominoesby @domestic-harry6k | a/b/o | sequel | wow???????? this changed me

Harry slips into an early heat while riding the tube. Naturally, that’s when he meets Louis.

with nothing but your t-shirt onby crybaby30k | dom/sub | daddy kink | lingerie | camboy!harry is my shit!

Harry is a camboy and Louis has been an avid subscriber for a while before he finds out they attend the same university

a few more under the cut:

Just Breatheby Awriterwrite, @dimpled-halo50k | dom/sub | daddy kink | lingerie | growing up together | FLUF?FF??F?F??

“I oughta put you over my knee and give you a good spanking,” Louis mutters, chuckling.

Harry freezes. His pulse races so hard he can feel the blood rushing fast and hot throughout his body, like a livewire, zinging through him in a delirious rush. His mouth goes dry, and his eyes are wide. And when Louis turns around to look at him after being silent for so long, it’s like Louis just knows. He understands. Harry loves him so fucking much.

OR the one where Harry and Louis are on a journey through life together — one that includes discovering dark, hidden parts of themselves that only the other can find.

Weigh Us Down (We’re In Love)by orphan_account23k | mpreg harry | childhood friends to lovers | also FLUFF bc im a hoe for fluff

Harry’s eyes widen slightly at that. “We’re friends?”

Louis nods eagerly, smiling even wider. “Of course we are! You’re like, my first ever friend here. We just moved in, you see. Did I already tell you about that? Anyway! Maybe you can stay for dinner and I can show you my toys?”

Harry smiles. “You’ll let me play with you?”

Louis nods again, excited. “Of course!” He looks thoughtful for a moment, and then he’s slipping off the couch and crouching in front of Harry. “Oh, and Mum always kisses my wounds after she fixes them up. It makes me feel loads better all the time, so.” He leans forward and puckers his lips, pressing them over the bandage on Harry’s knee.

(harry and louis first meet when they’re eight and ten. this is their story throughout the years.)

The Night Sky is Changing Overhead by @domestic-harry124k | dom/sub | daddy kink | lingerie | READ THIS WTF I REC THIS 100%

“Um, sorry, but I believe that’s actually mine,” Harry said a bit awkwardly, pointing at the cup.

The man huffed, slightly narrowing his blue eyes, “Nope, large Americano, dash of cream.” He held the coffee up closer to Harry and honestly, Harry knew exactly what was in the cup because it was his coffee.

“Right,” Harry slowly drawled out as if he was talking to a toddler, “Which would make that mine.”

“Look, I really don’t have time for this, I’m running late. And this,” he said before he took a sip from the cup, “Is mine.”

Harry’s jaw dropped and he held his hands out, failing them slightly, “Wha-you can’t just drink it!”

“Well I did, so, do you still want it or can I be on my way?” The man challenged.

Harry shook his head disbelievingly, “Take it, but for the record, it says Harryon it.”

The man turned the cup around and a sharp laugh came out of his mouth, “Well, shit.” He looked at Harry, a smile stretched across his face as crinkles 

#i mostly put famous bh fics im soryruinfcncjxuixjx #fic #bottom harry #top louis #anonymous #ericka answers stuff

[h2oblooky]

imagine Dennis being gay or aromatic, so that's why he is so uncomfortable with Winnie giving him kisses and stuff. But since he is so young, no one notices. They never say that the true love that comes with a zing, is a romantic one. it's just assumed. Winnie would be heartbroken, sure, but she wouldn't hold it against Dennis at all. She will still love and always be by his side, even if it's just as a friend.

But of course, he could just not be ready. But that's what confuses me. He would have grown up seeing and knowing how amazing and important a zing is. So why would he be so against having one at the moment? Also, why hasn't he zinged yet either? It can't be because he is human either. Johnny and Mavis zinged instantly at the same time. Ericka didn't because she hated monsters, but she got there in the span of a few days.

Dennis has to be 5-7 years old and nothing on his end. Is it just because he isn't ready to accept it, or did his zing as an infant and just never realized his emotions for Winnie was zinged related because he always felt them?

I need answers y'all

#hotel Transylvania #Dennis #hotel transformania #hotel transilvania 2 #hotel transilvania 3 #i love Dennis and Winnie #im just curious and kind of confused.

[justanotherpjofan]

Marriage proposals pt 4

Teaser: Dumb misunderstandings and Cale being oblivious.

"What are you planing to do your highness?"

"Who knows" He answered while a beautiful girl was passing by.

The girl was hoping to catch on something of the conversation.

Alberu didn't missed the chance and give his sworn bother a light elfic push, strong enough to caused Cale crushed into that same girl.

With a tiny laugh the Crown Prince flew out of the scene.

Cale mentally cursed him, but soon apologized to the girl who didn't have anything to do with the Crown Prince childish behavior.

"My apologizes I stumbled"

As he said it he was about to leave when he felt a hand grabbing him on the upper arm, the girl had grab him tightly.

"You don't have to, the floor is bit slippery" she said with a wide smile.

Cale didn't know how to escaped this situation he thought that shaking the girl's hand off would be consider to be rude, as he was debating on what to do the girl spoke again.

"We haven't meet before right?"

"I have not had the pleasure" He courtly retorted

"Nice to finally meet the hero of this era, my name is Ericka Myers I'm the first daughter of the Myers's family and I'm sorry to be rude but have you tought about my family's proposal?"

She went straight to business, a business which Cale had no idea of.

He was thinking that if was a trade matter his younger brother Basen would know about it, so he answer truthfully as he didn't knew of the numerous marriage proposals.

"I'm not aware of the state matters you will have to forgive me about that"

Ericka was so surprised that she loosen the grip of his arm, smoothly he pulled his arm away and silently leave her behind.

That was just the beginning of multiple girls throwing themselves at him, all of them would talk about proposals but Cale always misunderstood them as being business related stuff.

Until one particular lady asked him about what were his thoughts on getting married.

He disregard the question as being mere curiosity so he answer without giving it so much thought.

"Well I'm not planing on getting married I feel that it is too soon for that"

Another person meddle in.

"And what about children?"

It was a brave and hungry maiden.

As he was expected to be the next Duke it was obvious that he would need to have a sucesor to inherit his title.

Yet again Cale thought that it was a weird question and gave a playful answer.

"Uhm I'm already surrounded by children so I don't think I need more"

Although it was true, the girl that listen to his statement did not understand that he was talking about his adopted children so she gasp in shock.

Cale didn't care much of her reaction but could listen to someone holding back his laughter as much as he could.

He turned around to see his sworn brother laughing silently at him.

Alberu was currently enjoying how Cale turn all his suitors down without even knowing it.

As always his dongsaeng live up to his expectations, he would give him some cookies later thanking him for such a memorable night.

The party was over later than it was originally planned.

Everyone had a great time and it ended on the right note.

Some days later Cale returned home at the Henitse state and found hundreds of letters asking for his hand in marriage.

He was flabbergasted.

"Why would somebody want to marry me?"

His friends didn't hesitated in naming his good qualities.

"You are handsome"

"You are a rich human"

"You always cared about your people"

"You are kind"

"You are great and mighty!"

"You are good at scamming nya!"

"You are a good person in general"

Cale was shock at their responses but unconsciously let out a soft smile.

After the party more letters arrived.

Contrary to Alberu's prediction Cale's name only grew larger at social circles.

Now not only he was husband material but also father material.

The end.

#cale henituse #tcf #trash of the count's family #alberu crossman #raon miru #choi han

[kariachi]

Kaivin got brought up last night and so you guys technically get fic. I’ve actually had this sorta storyline bouncing around in my head for a good while so, nice to get something for it written down. Set in a version of the ‘Kevin Redeems Himself’ stuff.

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Something Kevin hadn’t considered when he’d first started dating another parent was that eventually, if things worked out, they would have to introduce the children to each other. It had never occurred to him- which he felt he could be forgiven for since he hadn’t expected anything to work out anyway. Even when he had started dating again after losing Irene he hadn’t been able to keep a relationship going more than a few months. They’d learn his history, or that the whole household was mutants and hybrids, or any hundred other things would happen, and poof, they would be gone. But Ms. Kai Green, marvel that she had so far shown herself to be, was still around seven months in, a fact Kevin was far happier about than he’d ever expected to be.

And then they’d realized that, though their introductions with each other’s kids had been good enough, they should probably make sure the lot got along with each other as well before moving forward to ‘yes, we are definitely serious about this’. Neither of them had ever had to do this before. They’d been forced to turn to the ethernet for advice, and eventually settled on a simple picnic in a public park. Something that could be finished quickly if everything went to shit but that could be extended to an afternoon if the kids hit it off.

If.

“Okay,” Kevin said once he had his whole lot gathered a brief walk away- and it was the whole lot, he and Kai had scheduled this meeting specifically so Nate would be home from college to make sure he got to be included- “the same rules apply as always. Which are?”

“Don’t start fights, don’t wander off, don’t die,” the children chimed in unison with everything from the exasperation of one who’d had those rules drilled into his head for nearly two decades to the keen nerves of anybody about to meet potential future stepsiblings. Wari would not stop fidgeting and between that and his own nerves Kevin was working hard not to just snatch her up, take the whole group home, and stay there forever.

“It’s all I ask,” he instead said. “And maybe be polite.”

“We’ll be polite if they’re polite,” Ericka answered, the others nodding in agreement around her. Kevin nodded as well.

“Fair.” He took and released a deep breath, surveying them. Everybody was nervous, which he supposed was probably the most normal thing about the family in years. “Now, does anybody have any final concerns before this all goes down? It’s last minute but we can still cancel.” They’d been discussing it all week, talking about the picnic, how it would happen, what everyone’s expectations were. Supposedly everyone was good, but it never hurt to check and talking about the meeting was a lot different from having it. After a long moment of everybody considering it, looking at one another for their own reactions, Eline spoke up.

“Can we get ice cream after?” A grin broke through Kevin’s nerves. Damn did he love his kids.

“Yes, if you guys can behave and not be rude if they aren’t, then we’ll go out for ice cream after dinner tonight.” Irene had always said he shouldn’t bribe the children, but if it worked it worked. “Anyone else?” Silence, broken only by somebody’s stomach growling like a foul beast. “Alright then, if everybody’s ready, let’s get walking.”

He grabbed their cooler- he and Kai had agreed it was best if they both brought food, their individual children’s favorites especially- and followed behind as the kids started for the park. In T-minus five minutes or so they’d be meeting Kenny and Lyn, Nate would be meeting Kai. Her kids had seemed like they’d mesh well with his, and she was a marvel, so things would probably go well. Hopefully go well.

If nothing else probably no one would die.

As they approached the park entrance, Wari fell back to stick to his side and he moved the cooler under his opposing arm to he could fiddle with her hair, an act seemed to ease both of their nerves some. Kevin could see Kai and her pair already inside waiting, Kenny stood off apart from his mother and sister, and tried to return the bright smile she gave when she saw them.

Fingers crossed.

#fanfic #fun fact: at this point kai and kevin have no idea the other has any history with ben #and ben doesn't know the kevin kai is dating is *that* kevin #that all ends up changing after this get-together

[x-wearethefuture-x]

“  i’m taking you somewhere special.  ” ( David to Ericka )

@unfinishedjulyrain

"So- where are we going?" "I'm taking you somewhere special." Ericka gave him a confused look at that answer. When David has said they were going somewhere, she honestly thought it was, like, to see a movie or go get pizza or something. It wasn't that they didn't go anywhere special sometimes, it was just that she didn't need that kinda stuff. She liked to keep things lowkey and comfortable most of the time. But that confused look of hers soon faded and she smiled at him, "Alright, Prince Charming." She started. Honestly, she said it like a joke, but, in all honestly, David was probably the closest thing to a modern day Prince Charming. He'd certainly whisked her off her feet, "I'm excited to see what you have planned." And with that, she leaned in to touch a soft, fleeting, kiss to his lips.

#Ericka;reply #unfinishedjulyrain

[football15-7fics]

Little Princess - Chapter 11

June 24, 2017

After having a medical stay at the clinic for three days, Adrianna was finally allowed to return home.  The doctor had signed her medical release form in the morning, but she still had to be cautious about her health and the baby.  She was prescribed some pain relievers for her painful hand and arm, and tons of pregnancy supplements that should be taken on a strictly daily basis. Now that she decided to get the baby, her lifestyle would change drastically, as well her food habits, physical activities should get monitored as well.  Adrianna agreed to follow her doctor's advice carefully.

Despite of the fact she had her medical stay at Dortmund's best private clinic with all of the VIP treatment, Adrianna couldn't wait to get back home. Her dad being off the city due to another business commitment, her mother Ericka and Claire would come to pick her at the clinic. The nurse had Adrianna's stuff already packed in her bags.  These have been so nice to her during her stay, Adrianna couldn't complain at all.  The medical staff of the clinic was known for its efficiency and the wellbeing of their patients were their top priority. The patients had a meal menu card of their choice, as the clinic had a four star cooking chef.  With all of that luxury, the clinic had more the aspect of a hotel which seemed to be well appreciated by the richest Dortmund's people.

During her hospital day, her phone had been her dearest companion.  It allowed her to keep in touch with her friends, family, the boys and her fans. As the daughter of Philip Braün, Adrianna was a nice aim for the local press.   As they spread the news that she was implicated in a car accident, Adrianna received comfort and support from her fans on Instagram.   Pictures of her wrecked Porsche SUV looked terrible, questioning herself many times how did she survived this. Mats has called her since the moment he found out about the accident, he promised he would come to pay her a visit. BVB'S boys had her phone buzzing with tons of messages and comments via her Instagram.  Their sweet words made her melt with happiness, she just couldn't wait to see each of them.

Sitting on the bed, her phone in hands, she had called her mom for the tenth time as she was supposed to come at one in the afternoon and the clock was showing half past one. "Come on, well the hell are you mom!" She grumbled.  Impatience was starting to get on her.

"Hello baby…" Claire erupted in the bedroom, exuberant with joy, as her mom followed behind.

"Hey… oh gosh where have you been, I Was getting worried!" Adrianna sighed with relief, her lips curved with a gorgeous smile.

"Aww boo, I'm sorry, my phone battery died… you feeling good?" Ericka bent over to kiss her daughter's forehead.

"My wrist is still in pain and I feel tired, but I'm okay, can we leave already?" Adrianna made her puppy eyes that none of her parents could refuse anything.

"Yes love, I just need to get the medical bills paid and we can go!" Her mom said as she looked up for her wallet in her black Chanel bag but didn't find it to her bad surprise.

"Damn, I can't find my wallet, I think it's in the car, I'll get it then head to the billing office!"

"Wait, I'll get it for you, just hand me the car key, then you head the billing office because this procedure takes ages!"

"Alright, here is the key, and I won't be long Adri, just hold on for a few minutes and you'll be home!" Ericka smiled as she and Claire left Adrianna on her own again!

"Really, thank you for leaving me alone!" Adrianna pouted with a childish face expression.

"Thank you very much!" Adrianna shouted in annoyance.

"Thank you for what?" A familiar voice to Adrianna echoed in the room, she could recognize his voice anytime and anywhere.

"Roman…" She screamed with excitement as she threw herself in his arms for their friendly hug.  He had her so tight against his chest.

"Hey baby, you okay?" He asked caressing her hair.

"Now yes!"

"I brought a friend, he really wants to see you!"

"Who?" Adrianna asked curiously until her voice cut off.

"Hey Adrianna!" She recognized Jadon's sweet voice which made her smile.

"Jadon, what a surprise!" She shook her head.

"I have wanted to see you at the moment I knew you had your car accident!"

"Aww yes, did you!"

"Yeah, but I thought you might need some rest first, and I'm really sorry about what happened to you!" Jadon spoke with the sweetest voice ever.  Adrianna could feel all of his honesty through his brown eyes and his voice.

"Thank you Jadon, really thank you, you are being too nice!"

"You deserve it!" He smiled, his eyes never went off Adrianna.

"So, are you free to go home?" Roman asked.

"Yeah, mom and Claire are paying the bills, and I should be okay and free to go!"

"Great, well Jadon and I are heading off to Brackel, the Champions League game is on Tuesday and we're fucking stressed to play against Madrid, gonna be a tough one!"

"Oh gosh, is it on next Tuesday? Shit I totally forgot about it!" Adrianna exclaimed foolishly.

"It's okay, after what happened it's alright to forget some memories!" Roman tried to reassure his friend, his hands on Adrianna's shoulder.  Unknowingly, Jadon witnessed that friendly moment of theirs, but was fuming inside.  He just hated the idea that other men had the right to touch her. He tried to maintain his coolness by checking his phone notifications.

"Really, no way, but anyway, I'll come to the stadium, not a few scratches and a painful wrist won't make me stay home, I'll come!"

"I wouldn't advise it, you need rest, but that's my point of view, you decide!" Jadon introduced in between Roman and Adrianna conversation.

"I do feel good Jadon, but thanks!"

"Bae, I think I'll agree with Jadon on this one, you still need plenty of rest, and a stadium to the fullest won't be of any help!"

"No, I'll go to the stadium, even with a fever I'd come!!!" Adrianna bragged herself, shrugging her shoulders.

"Damn, you way too much stubborn Adri!" Roman gave in, earning a laugh from Jadon.

"Blah blah blah!" Was her response to Roman.

"Miss Adrianna Braün?" A nurse invited herself to the conversation.  She had several pills boxes in a white tissue bag with the Clinic symbol printed on it.

"Yes…" Adrianna answered politely.

"So here are your medicines, the painkillers, iron tabs and the pregnancy supplements, make sure to take them, and read the prescription please!"

Adrianna remained mouth opened, she felt a cold running down her spine.  The word pregnant had her to feel the creeps. She stared at Roman with big eyes, sending him a message to get help from him on this one, then stared back at Jadon then back again to the nurse.  Jadon looked extremely confused, his eyes never ceased blinking. The tension grew to its peak, Adrianna felt she was losing her own shits.

"Oh, eum, there must be a mistake with the prescription, I'm not pregnant!" Adrianna smiled idiotically.

"Euhm, but it's written down here Miss, read and signed by your doctor!" The nurses looked carefully again at the prescription.

"Are you insinuating that I'm lying Madam?" Adrianna fumed aggressively at the nurse.

"No, no, I'm just reading what's written down…"

"I don't give a shit what's written on that damn paper, do you need me to have a pregnancy test just to prove I'm not pregnant!" Adrianna was totally yelling.

"Miss, please calm down, please, I'll ask your doctor again, maybe there is a mistake, someone will come to you shortly!" The nurse's hands were shaking with fear, her face turned pale, a completely astounded left the bedroom with tears down.

"Wooow, you went hard on the nurse, she is just doing her job!" Jadon exclaimed eagerly, with awkward eyes staring at Adrianna.

"Well, she is not doing her job that well I guess!"

"It's a… it's a mistake, and mistakes do happen, remember that!" Jadon said as he left the bedroom with unhappy feelings.

Adrianna could breathe again, the heaviness on her chest eased off, but left with mixed feelings.  She did feel so bad for the manner she had spoken to the nurse being conscious she was so wrong.

"My godness Adrianna, what was that?" A puzzled Roman asked.  "That was fucking close, fucking close!" He insisted on the two last words, blinking his eyes constantly.

"Gosh… fuck!" Adrianna said, shaking her head.

"Oh yes fuck Adri, do you realise what just happened here?!" Roman asked straight.

"Yes, I'm not that dumb, I realize it's uneasy for you!"

"Do you, really, do you!!!! When the fuck are you going to tell Jadon he is the father of that baby!" He said straightly pointing his finger to her belly.

"I don't know!" She yelled, raising her voice.

"Adrianna, listen to me, I don't want you to get sick with all this stress going around you,   but, Jadon is young but far from stupid, hiding your pregnancy forever is never going to work, your bump will get bigger, and he will know, today was a reminded, have you seen his face expression when the nurse told about your pregnancy supplements?"

"I know!"

"He should know, he's still so young but he's a great guy, try to get to know him better, spend some time together, it's not like you're gonna get married, you must tell him before it's too late!"

"What do you mean by too late?"

"He likes you, a lot, you better tell him he's going to be dad while he's still liking you, instead of telling him when he'll found out by himself and hate you for good, think on it and quick because time is running out, excuse me but I have to go now, take care of you!" Roman kissed Adrianna's forehead and immediately walked away from his friend.

"But I'm too scared to do this on my own, I'm so afraid to go through this again!!" Adrianna mumbled under her breath, swiping off the tears with her finger, flowing from her eyes.

#roman bürki #roman burki #jadon sancho #jadon sancho-little princess #jadon sancho fanfiction #football fanfiction #non football stuff

[vmmiafanworks]

 Bat Drac and Ericka!

 Alright, so I’ve been gone for awhile...whoops XD I didn’t really know about the Valentine’s event  and hadn’t been originally planning to do anything for it. So when I went online awhile back, I saw some messages asking if I was planning on drawing anything. Sorry for not directly answering, but I figured I’d just draw something quick to make up for it.

 Anyway, I’m not likely to be online much for awhile as I am currently working and attending school at the same time. I have maybe a couple of hours to myself between the two in a day. Which I usually use to do some sort of homework.

 Also, be prepared to see a bunch of non-Hotel Transylvania related stuff from me soon (If I ever decide to finish any of it). I tend to flip-flop on what fandoms I draw for, and I’ve been really into drawing Mass Effect/Dragon Age/Fallout lately.

#Dracula #Ericka Van Helsing #HT3 #hotel transylvania 3 #Fanart #my art #CurlyCatWhiskers #bats

[twinklecupcake]

Selkie AU continuation, How Did It Come to This?

Okay, so some people have actually been asking for what happens after Aislin gives her name.

...wellll

So she talks. And gave her name. And is slowly becoming more social.

But that doesn't solve everything. And everyone is figuring she'll need to go back to the ocean. She's not like Ericka, she spent her whole life in the sea, and was taken to land for a year. Surely, surely she'll want to go home.

So a child psychologist comes. First to observe from a distance, and gradually they'll move to having twice-weekly sessions with her. Silently monitoring her health and well-being in order to determine when she can go back to the sea. Nobody wants to just cut her loose, they want her better.

In the meantime, the girl - Aislin - is slowly but surely coming out of her shell. Becoming more social, talking more, eating more. She steadily gains weight, the sunken appearance she had starts to vanish.

Her personality emerges.

And it turns out she's a bit of a spitfire - fitting, considering her name. She's active, she likes running at top speed and smacking her palm against door frames and walls and furniture. Sits with the younger/other kids with coloring books and talks about being under the ocean and all the things seals do. ("Is it true you could swallow a fish whole?" Dennis asks. "Yup!" Aislin grins, showing teeth. She sounds proud of the fact.) She's curious, frequently tailing after someone and asking question after question.

Questions are actually the first thing she vocalizes, after asking for eggs and giving her name. She just paused in her stapling work and leaned out from her place  by the front desk, staring wide-eyed at Dracula. Finally asking "Do you bite your tongue?" "Do I--what?" "You got sharp teeth, right? Do you bite your tongue sometimes?" "No more than anyone else." "Oh. ...do you HAVE to wear black, or do you just wanna?" Her voice is hoarse from disuse but she doesn't stop for the next fifteen minutes. "Do you guys really say--" "NO."

Time passes.

Aislin starts...really fitting in. Like, really well. She seems to like the castle and everyone in it. They like her. Standard stuff - having playmates, talking about anything and everything, developing a favorite food that they quickly are aware of. (Tuna sandwiches. So simple but those turn out to be her favorite, no matter what kinds of different foods she gets.)

Like she's actually part of the family.

Time passes.

It occurs to Ericka that if she's going back to the ocean, she'll need to relearn swimming. Get stronger in the water again. So they start having swimming practice in the pool. Aislin assumes she'll get her coat. "I'll swim better with my coat," she tells Ericka as they head outside. "Not yet, hon," she answers, the affectionate name slipping out. "Maybe," she says another day, looking up from doing her kicking exercises, "maybe if I just looked at my coat for a minute, it'd make me swim better, faster!" "Not yet, sweetie," Dracula calls back from where he's sitting, again letting the name slip. "Not yet." "Come on, Aislin, swim over to me and let's see how you hold up in open water."

Time passes.

Someone finds a stuffed animal - a narwhal - and brings it back to her. It's seafoam-green and has blue button eyes and a silly smile and AIslin adores it. She picks it up and stares into its eyes for a few minutes before declaring "He looks like an Earl!" No one's sure if that means the title or the name, but in any case, now she has Earl the Narwhal.

It doesn't occur to the adults until too late: how's she going to take a stuffed toy with her back to the ocean?

Time passes.

One day Aislin casually, unthinkingly lets something slip to Mavis. "I like you a lot better than my other sister."

The 'other sister' is ignored. But the comment isn't.

They learn what happened, how she got her coat stolen. Selkies shed their coats to come to the shore for a short time. Aislin had gone with her older sister - the only family she really had, who was over twice her age. Things had been fine until a local family spotted them, recognized fair folk for what they were. They ran for their coats, hand in hand. But Aislin felt her sister's wrist twisting under her grip. Forcing her own hold loose. And suddenly she was being shoved back. Fair folk weren't always loyal.

Her sister took her coat and fled. Aislin wasn't so lucky and got captured. She hadn't thought of her sister or family at all for a long time. Until recently. She likes them. 

One day she gets slipped some pocket money while she’s helping at the desk. Dracula presses it into her palm after telling her to hold out her hand, asking her "Does this look fair?" She stares at it, frowning. "Am I getting paid?" Thinking in terms of employee/employer. "It's an allowance in exchange for chores."She's got an allowance. She keeps the money she gets in a sock - an idea she gets from Johnny. When she's got enough money, the adults take her to town. She buys something for the first time in her life. Candy, a soda, a plastic kazoo that she keeps obnoxiously playing too loudly but she's having so much fun nobody can tell her to stop. She doesn't have enough money for the tunic that catches her eye, but the adults buy it for her.She hugs them tight, excited 'thank you's pouring out.

Time passes.

Aislin’s eyes are different. Before, they were steely, closed-off, like a lot of fair folk. Looking into her eyes would tell you nearly nothing. But now they sparkle. They’re shining. They look... alive. Human.

She’s Changed. No one meant to do it, no one anticipated it. But she’s Different now. Aislin knows it, even if she doesn’t mention it. And she doesn’t really mind it. She just goes about her life here.

Still more time passes. They all still get along great. Conversation comes easily, and the affectionate nicknames continue to slip out when the adults talk to her.

They're getting attached. This is bad.

But still, maybe... Just maybe, they think as they see her lying on the floor, surrounded by crayons and paper and clutching Earl to her chest and needing to find a better place to nap than the floor... Maybe it'd be okay if-- No. No, it probably isn't. She probably wants to go back.

(She doesn't. Not anymore. At some point, she'd stopped asking about her coat. They’d assumed it was because she finally got the message that later means when we say so. Not the case.)

Then comes the day. The child psychologist, Terry, gives her approval.

"She can go back," she says. "She's ready to leave."

They knew it was coming. They knew. But that doesn't make it easy, not anymore.

Ericka is the one who tells her, one night as she and Dracula ask Aislin to follow. Takes her to a closet that's always locked and only has one key. She pulls out a box, and then-- --the coat. "You can go now," she says carefully, placing it in the child's arms like an ancient tapestry. "The psychologist said you're ready to go back to the ocean, and your swimming is perfect... You can go now, sweetheart, isn't that great?"Her words and tone are careful, smile too practiced.

Aislin's expression is unreadable as she stares back at the adults. Then at her coat. Then back to them. Something flickers in her eyes, but she says nothing. She just hugs the coat tight, resting her chin in it. And nods.

The adults look happy. They must be glad to see her go, she thinks.

--

They leave early. Or "early." Before everyone else wakes up. Aislin got to say goodbye before bedtime, hugging everyone a little too tight, little too long.

Drac and Ericka will get their goodbye later, when she's dropped off.

They get her coat ready, prepare a tuna sandwich for her breakfast, and take a long drive to a river. The ride is silent, too much and too often. The adults are unreadable, Aislin stares out the window silently. She's not the curious chatterbox she showed herself to be. She's bottling everything up. She doesn't want to leave. But if they want to get rid of her... But if they only kept her and looked after her in order to "fix" her then... Then fine, she'll go. She swallows back her anger, her sadness, and keeps it all in.

The adults in front of her think this is best for everyone.

(She's all fixed, everyone said. Just like when she fell down the stairs and hurt herself above her knee, and they had to give her stitches and a shiny bandaid. "There. All fixed now, don't cry.")

Then they reach the river. And... it goes poorly.

Aislin is still so, so certain this is because they don't want her. Never did. It only builds when they put her coat around her shoulders and she slips her arms through the sleeves. Builds as they look like they want to say something. As they reach for her - as they suddenly start suggesting they go with her to the ocean, make sure she gets there safe. Like they want to keep her a bit longer. Like they /care./ She finally bursts. Demanding they leave her alone, go away. She doesn't need them - they can just get out of here and never think about her again. Never think of their act of charity again. (That's all she is, she thinks. A charity act. Something that needed fixing and they can toss away once it's been done.)

Of course they get upset. Demanding for her apologize, tell them what's wrong, don't talk to them this way. Dracula angrily starting towards her, reaching for her - intent on keeping her where she is until she says sorry and tells them why she's acting like this. (She backs up quickly. Instinctively drawing back. He notices.)

They're torn between pleading and scolding. Anger at her sudden outburst and demeanor, concern and knowledge that something's wrong. She hates it. They shouldn't treat her like this. Like she's more than just a charity piece. They shouldn't treat her like they /care/ about her, or she's worth something when they're tossing her away--

The bomb drops. Quiet the first time, shouted the next.

"I hate you. I hate you!"

It goes dead, still. Everyone numb.

She takes advantage of it by going into the river, shifting to a seal form. Swimming off as fast as she can. Pretending the burning in her eyes is from water, that the lump in her throat doesn't exist.

(The adults go back home. They're still a bit numb when they arrive back. Dracula is upset, telling Mavis what the child had said. That she left hating them, scared of him. They find the room she'd stayed in. Her room. She left Earl behind. And everything else, of course, they'd started to assume she could visit maybe, but. Seeing Earl sitting there on the bed is painful.)

#selkie au #hotel transylvania #aislin

[morgynnember]

21 Questions

I was tagged by @queersimming​. Thank you so much darling 💜

Rules: answer 21 questions, then tag 21 people you want to get to know better.

Nickname: it’s super hard to find a nickname for Ericka. So if anyone feels like giving me one, I’d be excited :3c

Zodiac: Taurus :3c

Height: 5′5″

Last thing searched: how to recolor clothes in the Sims 4

Favorite musicians: This is such a hard one for me. I listen to all sorts of music, but I really like Halsey, Illenium, Said the Sky, and Imagine Dragons to name a few.

If you had a time machine, would you go back in time or visit the future? Honestly, I don’t think I’d really do either. But if I had to, I’d go back in time. I really would rather not see what the future has in store for me.

Do I get asks? Hehe, I’ve never received an ask before. I’m still a very smol blog >.>

Following: I am following 243 wonderful blogs! 💜

Would you rather be rich or famous? Being famous would mean a lot of time in the spotlight, and with my social anxiety, that’s so not happening. So I guess being rich is the better option.

Amount of sleep: six to eight hours depending on which day it is.

What I’m wearing: My boyfriend’s RWBY t shirt and some pajama shorts while I wait for my hair to dry.

Dream job: I went to the Art Institute for video game art and design. I never fully graduated since they closed my school down and I still had a year left. But! I still want to pursue the industry and one day hopefully be a character designer for Bioware. 

Dream trip: I would love love love to travel to all the countries my online friends live in. 

If you were an animal. What would you be? A panda. I relate to them so much

What are some of your favourite books/films/shows/games/etc.? Books: The Hunger Games series, Divergent, Any John Green book Films: All Marvel Movies, Star Wars, and... oh god. I’m drawing a blank. I watch a lot of movies, so it’s hard to think about all the ones I loved so much. Shows: My Hero Academia, RWBY, Ru Paul’s Drag Race, and... hmmmm there’s more, I just don’t remember right now haha Games: Dragon Age is my absolute favorite game in the entire world. I am in literal Solavellan hell right now, and it’s been years.  Mass Effect is also another favorite, and of course the Sims. I also love Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy games.

Play any instruments? Once upon a time I taught myself to play the piano

Language(s): Just English D: I could never easily learn a language by the time I got interested, and right now, I don’t have enough time. 

Describe yourself as aesthetic: Nerd/subtle goth? Idk, I wear a lot of dark colors, but I also wear a lot of fandom stuff so...

I’m not tagging 21 people because rebel? 😂 but I tag: @plasmavamp @arilovescocoa @local-goth-mom @simmister @madalistair @simcorgi @anyone else who wants to do this!

[humanityinahandbag]

hotel transylvania 3: texting

 or: Ericka is thrilled to be added to the families official group chat. Unfortunately, Dracula hasn’t gotten this whole texting thing down

(Adventures in Family Texting between a small family of vampires and humans) 

Very short without much of an ending. This is nothing more than my tired excuse at writing practice and giving myself a good chuckle. Enjoy.

When Ericka’s phone dings sometime while she’s chatting to the Hydra about their lovely scales (”thank you so much, Captain, we do our very best”) she checks her phone, nearly bursts into unwanted tears, and excuses herself to lean on one of the lobby’s couches. 

Mavis: Hey, Ericka! Adding you to our family group chat! Let me know if you get this!

She’d never been a part of anything. The mundanity of a family group chat was so... boring in concept but left her warm and teary-eyed, and she swiped at her eyes. 

She was about to respond with some sort of long-winded, heartfelt thank you until three dots on the bottom appeared. 

Dracula: MAVIS WHY ARE YOU TEXTING ME

Mavis: We’re adding Ericka to the group chat, dad

Johnny: Sweeeeet 🙌🏼

Dracula: MAVY WAVY THAT’S A GREAT IDEA DID YOU TELL HER YET

Mavis: This is a GROUP CHAT dad. She’s on, now.

Dracula: ERICKA YOU’RE A PART OF OUR GROUP CHAT NOW

Mavis: Dad, she knows

Dracula: ERICKA. YOU JUST HAVE TO TYPE AND SEND IT AND EVERYONE SEES IT

Mavis: She knows how to use group chat, dad

Dracula: TYPE INTO THE BOX AND THEN PRESS SEND

Ericka: I know, honey. 

Dracula: THE SEND BUTTON IS THE BLUE ONE THAT SAYS SEND

Ericka: I know, honey, thank you.

Dracula: SHE FIGURED IT OUT MAVIS

Johnny: dude, you can talk to the people there, you know?

Ericka: I’m here, hon. You can talk to me. 

Dracula: MAVIS WHY AREN’T YOU ANSWERING ME ERICKA FIGURED IT OUT

Mavis: We all know, dad. 

She must have looked all colors of. crazy from the way she was chuckling down at her phone. She looked up. A few monsters gave her a look or two but went back to their newspapers. Ericka shrugged off the feeling of the awkward spotlight and looked back down at her screen. 

Her boyfriend (was that what he was? the term was almost strange and young, like she was still in middle school, mooning over some blonde haired scrawny boy, but it still managed to send little sparks down her spine) was savvy in the ways of most things having to do with hotel management. 

Tech intelligent, he was not. 

She typed back “Thanks for adding me” and waited. 

Three dots appeared at the bottom of the screen. 

Dracula: ERICKA MAKE SURE YOU DON’T SEND ANYTHING YOU DON’T WANT THEM TO SEE ON HERE THIS IS PUBLIC. 

Ericka: I know, honey. 

Mavis: she knows, dad 😑And you don’t need to keep using caps lock. 

Dracula: WHAT’S CAPS LOCK

A minute passed. She watched the dots appear, disappear, and then appear again. 

Dracula: HEY HONEY ARE YOU FREE TONIGHT I WAS THINKING YOU COULD TRY ON THAT NEW LINGERIE WE PICKED OUT

Mavis: Group chat, dad! Group! Chat!

Johnny: lol

Dracula: ERICKA THIS WAS A GROUP CHAT I ACCIDENTALLY TYPED INTO DON’T DO THE SAME THING I DID

Dracula: I THINK I FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT DO YOU WANT TO TRY ON THE LINGERIE TONIGHT

Ericka: Still group chat, honey.

Mavis: DAD.

Ericka pockets her phone, doing her best to swallow back the outrageous cocktail of embarrassment and hysteria. She made a note to try and teach the King of Darkness how to navigate his phone later. 

Maybe after that night. When she tried on the new lingerie. 

Mavis had grown accustomed, day by day (and sometimes hour by hour) with the presence of her fathers new significant other. And had made an effort to at least try and include the woman. 

And when she had, when the gates were opened, and when the invitations were extended, she found that Ericka... was actually pretty cool. 

She was actually really cool. 

The woman had been to nearly every continent, save Australia, and had navigated the seas for twenty-seven long years. “I started when I was fifteen,” she told the young Vampiress, who was going through the hotel menus for the week while Ericka sat beside her, stapling invoices to accounts. “My grandfather had me training before then, but we didn’t have the boat until I turned fourteen. So-”

“And you learned on your own?”

Ericka shrugged, slapping down the lid of the stapler with a thud. “I did a lot of things alone. The only thing he really helped me with was...” she squirmed, choosing her words carefully, “monster stuff. You know...”

“Oh,” said Mavis. The topic was rarely breached, though Ericka suspected it wouldn’t be long until the vampiress started asking questions. 

“But other than that...”

Mavis shook her head, shaking the memory of krakens and wooden stakes off her mind. “So what? You only learned on a cruise ship?”

“Oh, no. I learned on all sorts. Sailing, small schooners, rowboats, catamaran, fishing. I still own the cruise ship. Haven’t had the heart to sell it, yet, since cruise season is coming. Your dad and I are figuring out if I should go for a few months or not. I still have a small motorboat docked out somewhere near New York. I’m thinking of having it shipped here.” She grinned. “If I do, I’ll have to take you and Johnny out on some of the lakes. Sunrise on the water is to die for.”

Mavis, midway down the menu page, popped her head up. “For reals?”

“Sure!” Ericka flicked her hand. “Cruises are one thing. But small boat rides out? When it’s quiet and the sun is just coming up? Nothing more romantic.”

“Oh my god, that sounds perf-”

Their phones both buzzed. 

They looked down. 

Dracula: ERICKA I THINK I LOCKED MYSELF INSIDE MY COFFIN

Mavis slumped. “Didn’t you guys get a bed?”

“Yeah. But he likes the coffin when he’s freaking out, and you know the quarterly review is due tomorrow and...” she tapered off, already texting. 

Ericka: Honey, this is a group chat. What’s wrong?

Dracula: IM STUCK

Ericka: Yeah. Honey. I got that. But how

Dracula: I DON’T KNOW IT JUST HAPPENED

Dracula: SOS

Ericka sighed. “Put a pin in this,” she apologized. Mavis flashed a thumbs up. “I’m going to go save your father from himself.”

“Good luck,” Mavis called after her, going back to the menus. 

A few minutes later her phone buzzed again. There was a private text, from Ericka. 

Ericka: Your father accidentally slammed his coffin too hard. It got stuck. I’m trying to get him out. Can you call maintenence? 

Mavis: Sure.

Mavis put her phone down. And then she picked it back up, grinning.

Mavis: Can you send a video, first? 

Ericka: ...

Ericka: [Ericka has sent a video]

Mavis accepted the link. 

Dracula: MAVIS I KNOW YOU HAVE A VIDEO OF ME SCREAMING FOR HELP IN MY COFFIN 

Mavis: ... no?

Dracula: I KNOW YOU DO

Dracula: BUT I WANT YOU TO TEACH ME

Mavis: Teach you what

Dracula: HOW DO YOU VIDEO IN TEXT

Mavis: You don’t video in text, dad. You open the camera. 

Dracula: ...

Dracula: THIS PHONE HAS A CAMERA?

It took quite a bit to get Vampire’s drunk. Their hearts didn’t technically beat, and their blood didn’t really run, and so most of the chemicals that needed to get to their brains could only get there after said Vampire were absolutely and totally pickled. 

Wayne, Murray, Frank, and Griffin succeeded. 

The wedding of the Chupacabra had ended after 5 am, and though most of the guests had long gone back to their rooms, the boys had dragged Dracula along, claiming that a long overdue boys night. 

“Go,” Ericka had told him, waving him away with a yawn. “I’m gonna get to bed anyway. My feet are killing me.” He’d swept her into every dance there; the notion of watching slow dances from the side of the dance floor had been left behind, and he hadn’t stopped smiling since they’d finished swaying to the last Al Green song. 

He kissed her cheek. And then, looking behind him to make sure his Pack wasn’t watching, he leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. 

The pack apparently was watching and chose then to let out a chorus of hoots. 

“I’ll meet you upstairs?”

“Remember to shut off the lights.”

And they’d taken him away, with little calls of “thank you, Captain!” and “we’ll have him back in one piece!” 

That had been three hours ago. Before they’d begun plying one another with beers. And then shots. And finally, when the sun was beginning to burn dew off the leaves, mixers. 

The zombie bartender handed Dracula another cosmo, while Griffin sucked the vodka out of the chunks of pineapple on his skewer. 

“God...” Murray slurred, sucking back a Sex on the Beach. “Le’me tell you somethin’. Y’all are soooooo lucky. With wiiiiives and relaaaaaationships-”

Wayne slumped down, grinning from ear to ear. He motioned for the bartender to refill his vodka tonic. “SOOOooo lucky,” he said. “SO SO lucky. I got kids. I got... got Wanda. God, she-she’s per -hic- perfect.”

“Mmmmm...” agreed Griffin, trying to stab his pineapple with the fancy umbrella. “Totally. Tot-a-lly. TOTES.”

Frank, half asleep on the countertop motioned weakly with his hand. 

Dracula poked at his cosmo sadly. He wasn’t drunk, was he? He could see straight (even if most of what he saw was doubles) and he still seemed to be able to use magic? He flickered his fingers experimentally. A shot of blue knocked over a chair somewhere behind him. 

Okay. So maybe not.

God? When was the last time he’d had this much to drink? He’d been stressed lately, with wedding planning and the hotels new wave of maintenance ever since the heavy Transylvanian summer showers had begun. His head gave a lovely thump thump and he rubbed his temple. It was stress that was causing the headache, he told himself. And not the six vodka tonics and seven cosmos he’d knocked back in the last two hours. 

Yeah. That made sense. Stress. Just stress. 

“‘M super luckyyy tooo” drawled Frank, head still on the counter. “Got... got a wife... She’s sooooo pretty.” He held his ears. “But loud.”

Griffin burped. 

Dracula poked his drink again, suddenly feeling lonely in all the talk of wives and partners. “Ohhhhh” he groaned, plucking at the cherry at the end of his tiny umbrella. “I wishhhhh I was luckkkkky too. Haven’ -urp- haven’ had someone since... since Martha an-”

“Drac!” Griffin tried to put his hand on the counts shoulder but ended up slapping it instead. “Drac you DO. Remeeeember? You have Eri-Ericka.”

Dracula sat taller. “Oh yeah!” he exclaimed. He swayed in his seat. “Ericka!” 

Frank popped up. “Ericka’s great!” he shouted before his head fell back down with a THUMP that made all the drinks jump in their glasses. 

Dracula nodded, ignoring the feeling of sea sickness in his gut. Was the hotel floating? He didn’t remember installing a lake? “She’s- she’s so so so so sooooooo great! She’s so pretty and nice and pretty and pretty-”

“So nice!” agreed Wayne. 

Murray nodded. “And she could kill you!”

“Which’s suuuuuuper hot,” said Griffin. 

“Totally hot,” mumbled Frank into the counter. 

“I shou-should text her!”

“You totally should.” Wayne pumped his fist. “Do it! Do it!”

“I’m gonna!” That was a good idea! Texting meant you weren’t drunk, right? Or stressed? Or absolutely out of your mind? 

Dracula took out his phone. “What should I say?”

“Use those faces!” Griffin said, glasses slipping off. “Girls looove those faces.”

“And compliment her,” suggested Murray. “Say she’s beautiful.”

“And could kill you,” mumbled Frank. 

“YES.” Dracula liked this idea. Dracula liked this idea a lot. 

Dracula: HEY HONEY SMILEY FACE

Dracula: THE BOYS AND I ARE STILL HERE SMILEY FACE

Dracula: THEY REMINDED ME THAT YOU EXIST AND I WANTED TO SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR FACE SMILEY FACE

Dracula: IT’S A GREAT FACE EVEN IF IT TRIED TO KILL ME THAT ONE TIME HEART

Ericka: ...

Ericka: ...

Ericka: honey... why are you texting me.

Mavis: what’s happening?

Dracula: BECAS I LOVE YOU

Dracula: OH HELLO MAVY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

Ericka: This is a group chat, sweetheart.

Mavis: Dad I was sleeping

Ericka: We all were. it’s 7 in the morning. 

Dracula: YES BUT I LOVE YOU SMILEY FACE

Ericka: Why do you keep saying smiley face and heart?

Dracula: BECAUSE GIRLS LOVE WHEN MEN USE EMOTION CONS HEART

Mavis: You don’t spell them you use the picture Just put a heart or a smiley face. 

Dracula: THERE ARE PICTURES? SMILEY FACE

Mavis: oh my god.

Ericka: ...

Ericka: text me again and i’ll actually kill you

Dracula: OKAY HONEY HEARTHEARTHEART

Dracula: ... 

Dracula: ERICKA I STILL LOVE YOUR FACe

Dracula: AND YOUR BUTT

Dracula: YOU LOOK GREAT NAKED

Mavis: Ericka, please kill him 

Mavis: I’ll give you the stakes myself

Ericka: 👍🏼I’m pretty sure I still have extras in my duffel but thank you, sweetheart

Mavis: No prob goodnight

Dracula: THATS SUPER HOT

Ericka: I’m locking you outside in the sun if you don’t stop 

Dracula held his phone close to his chest. “I just love her so much,” he choked. 

“Super hot,” said Griffin. 

Frank groaned into the counter. 

Dracula woke up with an earth-shattering headache. “Oh...” he mumbled. “Oh shit.” From next to him, Ericka looked up from her book. It was some adventure story with an explosion on the cover. 

“Yeah,” she said. “That sounds about right.”

“What did I do last night?” he rolled over, facing her, wincing in the light of her bedside lamp. His voice sounded too loud against the stone walls. “Did I die?” 

“No. But I almost killed you.”

“Oh,” he said. 

“And you drank a lot,” she said, going back to her book. “I’m pretty sure it was a bunch of cosmos. That’s what you told me when you came back.”

“I walked back?” He squinted, trying to remember. Or maybe trying to block out the light. When did the room get so bright?

“Mmmhm. Jumped into bed and woke me up to tell me that I was hot.” She turned the page. “And then you stole all the covers. You’re lucky I don’t keep stakes next to me.” 

He ignored the last part and rubbed his face. “I think I’m dead. I think I died, and now I’m dead.”

“Technically, you’re undead.”

“You know what I mean.” He pushed his hands against his eyes. “It’s been a long few weeks. Stress is doing me in.”

“This isn't stressed,” Ericka said into her book. “You’re hungover..”

He groaned, hiding his eyes in his pillow. “Vampires,” he remarked painfully, “don’t get drunk.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not true. Because you were drunk.”

“Stressed,” he argued. 

“Stressed people don’t drunk text their entire families at 8 in the morning.”

He peeked out with one eye. “What?”

“Yup.” Ericka said, popping the P. “You spelled out emoticons. and then told everyone I looked good naked.”

Dracula stared at her like she’d told him the earth was moments away from destruction.  “I didn’t.”

“You did,” she said, turning the page again. “But please. Blame it on stress.”

He hid his face in the pillow and groaned. 

I’m sure that there are many more adventures in Vampire/Human Family Texting. 

But right now, these are the ones I could think of. 

Please, enjoy. 

#hotel transylvania #hotel transylvania 3 #Count and Captain #adventures in texting #poor drac doesn't know how to text #he's getting there

[harrv]

1d as kermits

niall

louis:

liam:

harry:

#SEND ME 1D AS THINGS ASKS #ask meme #smileystyles #ericka answers stuff

[hiraeth-doux]

5, 15, 20, 21 and 29 for the movie asks! :)

Thank you Ericka!!!

5: How often do you go see movies in theatres?

When I still lived in Canada, I would go once a week or once every other week, depending on what was on. In Australia, movie tix are expensive so usually watch only the films that MUST be seen on a big screen at the theatres (like action/superhero stuff) and catch the rest of them later. 

15: Prizes of your movie collection

I have some golden collection The Mummy films set with all kinds of extra material which is pretty cool! 

20: Your pet peeve(s) in movies

So many... LOVE TRIANGLES! When women are used to accentuate dude’s man pain. When women are used as plot devices. When the characters carry around/drink from obviously empty cups. If you don’t want to put coffee/tea in them, just pout some water??? When women sleep or have sex wearing bras. Women HATE BRAS, like 95% of us hate them, and yes, it is done when it is a PG film with mo nudity clause or what not but surely there is a way to not make that happen?? Again, we really don’t like bras?? When the characters have perfect makeup upon waking up. 

21: Movie character(s) you have a crush on

Answered :) 

29: If you could remake any movie to improve what you felt was wrong about it the first time around, what would it be and why?

City of Angels and I would save Maggie (Meg Ryan). I love this film to death but her death is the saddest thing and I just can’t take it! 

Movie asks

[acupofmatt-blog1]

Guess her name → Matt (Self-Para)

Characters: Matt Solís, Gabriel Solís (Matt’s older brother)

Location→ Madeline and Matt’s apartment

Date→ July 23, 2018

Summary→ Matt receives a text from her estranged brother Gabriel with a photo attached to it and from it springs a series of texts and then a FaceTime call.

Matt had just finished feeding Coco and felt her phone vibrate, indicating she received a text. Matt hummed. “Who do you think is texting me, Coco?” Matt cooed. “Is it Scouty? Do you think it’s a nude? I hope it’s a nude.”

Hiss.

Matt nodded. “Funny you think it’s Lara, she wants nothing to do with me.” Matt laughed pathetically, acting like it didn’t hurt at all.

Hiss.

“Yeah, okay, let me check, gosh.” Matt smiled at Coco before taking her phone out from her back pocket and seeing it was a text from Gabriel.

“Oh.”

Matt’s finger lingered over the text notification before letting out a sigh and tapping on her phone, opening the message.

From Gabriel: [Image attached] Guess her name.

Matt gasped when she saw a picture of a tiny bundle of joy with a little bit of brown hair and the most adorable little smile. Matt felt her heart melting at the sight of the baby wrapped in a blanket.  

Was that her niece? When her brother said he was having a daughter and his wife was pregnant, she didn’t think it was that far along. Maybe Matt should’ve gone to the wedding to find that little detail out.

Matt moved to sit down on her bed and responded to the text, chewing on her lip nervously.

From Matt: would it be a stretch to say Matilde?

Matt watched the little “delivered” sign changed to “read” and the three little dots appeared. This was some nerve-wracking shit occurring at the moment. Not even the current drama occurring in her life was this nerve-wracking as texting her BROTHER.  

Matt bounced her knee as she watched those three fucking dots moving.

From Gabriel: [image attached]

From Gabriel: sorry, I can’t stop taking pictures of her!! Holy shit. Isn’t she gorgeous?

From Gabriel: But no. Not Matilde. There can only be one. She has your middle name, though.

Matt smiled softly.

From Matt: poor thing.

From Matt: poor, CUTE thing. She is gorgeous, Gabriel. Feel free to send a billion more 💖

Matt knew she should’ve been wiser than to say that because her and Gabriel were similar. Tell them to do one thing and they’ll do it ten times more intensely. So here Matt was, receiving loads and loads of pictures of her precious niece. Not that Matt minded at all, it was the most adorable sight in the world.

She looked like Matt when she was a newborn, only a lot balder and probably a lot cuter. Matt couldn’t stop smiling brightly at the pictures. This was the most she’d smiled all morning and she was absolutely beaming with pride and joy over her niece.

From Matt: hmmm how about Matt?? Is that her name??

From Gabriel: NOPE GUESS AGAIN

From Matt: I don’t fucking know?? Gabriela??

From Gabriel: Okay, so I can’t hold my excitement anymore!!

From Gabriel: Say hi to Donatella Del Carmen Solís.

Matt read the name and a huge smile formed on her face before starting to laugh. “Oh my FUCKING god.” Matt started to laugh even more.

From Matt: ARE YOU SERIOUS GABE?? REALLY? THAT’S HER NAME?? YOU NAMED HER AFTER A FUCKING NINJA TURTLE??

Matt resisted the urge to text Gabriel that she loved him. While she did love him, no doubt, she wasn’t ready to drop that emotion onto him again. That would give him power. Power Matt didn’t know if it could be trusted yet.

Matt continued to exchange excited texts with Gabriel over the name reveal. Matt had to admit, it was a pretty awesome fucking name.

From Gabriel: Can we FaceTime?? So you can meet Donnie!!! She’s got her eyes open right now!!

Matt chewed on her lip at the question. Sure, she had talked to Gabriel…via one really bad phone call…but the idea of SEEING HIM? And him seeing HER?

But they were bonding.

No arguments, no painful words exchanged, no hate…

From Matt: Yeah, sure. Call me.

A few seconds later, her phone rung with an incoming FaceTime call and Matt took a deep breath as she checked herself in the mirror quickly before answering.

She was met with Gabriel’s beaming face. He looked a little older and scruffier. He grew a beard? And his light colored eyes looked a little more tired, but then again, he did have a newborn baby.

“You look like Jesus Christ with that beard.” Matt teased, ignoring the way her heart was pounding at seeing him and the way Gabriel was intensely staring back. He was definitely studying her features.

“You cut your hair.” Gabriel smiled softly. “It looks good. You look good. You look a little older, but you haven’t changed at all…Matt.” Gabriel pursed his lips. Matt could see he was obviously trying.

Matt gulped at the name and chuckled. “Thanks.”

Gabriel nodded. “Yeah.”

There was a lingering silence and Matt kept looking at everywhere but her phone until Gabriel broke the silence.

Gabriel moved around. “Okay, ready to meet Donatella?”

Matt laughed. “I can’t believe you named her Donatella! How did your wife even agree?”

“She likes Ninja Turtles too!” Gabriel defended. “But I also agreed to take over the night shift for Donnie until we sleep train her.” Gabriel relented. “Hence the dark bags.” He shrugged as Matt watched him step inside a nursery.  “I don’t mind at all.” Gabe smiled as he switched the camera over to Donatella lying on her crib with Ninja Turtle bedsheets.

Gabriel was dedicated, Matt had to appreciate that. And also couldn’t help but geek out over it. “I want to live in her nursery, what the heck?!” Matt exclaimed before grinning when she saw the little newborn staring up, probably at nothing since her vision was still developing. God, she was the most adorable baby she had ever seen in her life.

“Say hi Donatella! Say hi to tía.” Matt heard Gabriel coo to his daughter.

Matt saw a tiny smile form on Donatella’s face and Matt quickly put her hand over her heart. “She smiled! Did you see that?! She likes the sound of seeing me.” Matt exclaimed, pouting as she looked at her phone screen affectionately. “She’s so beautiful.” Matt felt her eyes prickle with tears.

“She did! She loves you already, Matt!” Gabriel exclaimed.

“I love her already, too. She’s easy to love, I guess.” Matt said softly.

“You should visit. Come meet her in person.”

Matt stayed quiet. The thought did creep up at her the second she laid eyes on Donatella, but was she ready to face her parents? Not in the slightest.

“I would like to.” Matt said as the screen started to shake as Gabriel picked up his daughter and then sat on the rocking chair, adjusting the camera so Matt could see both of them.

“But?” Gabriel looked straight at the camera.

“You know why I can’t.” Matt looked away. “None of you are ready to embrace me.”

“I am. I promise.” Gabriel assured, looking down at Donatella. “I have been since she was born. It made me realize a lot of things.”

Matt looked back at the phone screen. “What things?”

Gabriel continued looking at his daughter. “I could never turn my back on her. Ever. No matter what. Even if she, like, wanted to be a boy or whatever. I would still love her. Or she wanted to be with girls. Or guys and girls? I don’t know.” Gabriel shrugged. “I’d love her no matter what. I just want her to be happy. Always happy.” Gabriel nodded. “I never want her to experience pain because of me. Because no doubt she’ll get hurt with something, but I don’t want to be that something.”

“Oh.” Matt wasn’t sure how to respond at this new revelation. But could she trust it? Were Gabriel’s intentions good?

Gabe looked back at Matt. “And I know now what I did was wrong. I was caught up in my bullsh—stuff.” Gabriel chuckled. “I kept thinking how you being a…lesbian…made me feel. And how upset it made me, but, like, I never stopped to think how you felt. And how lonely it must have been. You just wanted to embrace who you were and we kicked you to the ground.” Gabriel sighed. “We made you feel like everything you did was wrong. And how you felt wasn’t good enough. Like you were a mistake and you’re not. Because when I saw Donnie for the first time, I saw you. I remember when you were born. And I told ma and pa that I’d protect you forever and ever. And that we’d always watch cartoons together and play video games. Ma didn’t like that, but you know.” Gabriel shrugged with a chuckle. “Donnie looks like you and I feel like it’s my chance to make things right. I don’t know, I just…I want to be your brother again. A good one. The kind that sticks around and loves you. We can talk about how hot girls are and shit, I don’t care. Oh fu—this cursing thing is tough stuff to bite back on.”

Matt didn’t even realize she had tears streaming down her face until Gabriel finished talking and wiped them away. “Well that was unexpected. I just wanted to fall more in love with my adorable niece, not cry.” Matt chuckled before pausing. “I do…I want you to be my brother again, I do. Just…give me time. Slow, get me?”

“Yeah, I get it.”

Matt nodded. “Good. But I do want that. I don’t know if I’ll get mami and papi back, but at least I’ll have you. Maybe.”

“You will. I’m not backing out.” Gabriel assured. “You can tell me about anything. Even a girl you like.”

“One thing at a time, dude.” Matt laughed. “There are two girls I feel…strongly for.” Matt relented. “But it’s a long story. We can talk about that another day.”

Matt looked over at Donatella who had fallen asleep in Gabriel’s arms and smiled. Matt also wanted to try this whole reconnection thing again. For her. Because one look at Donatella and Matt fell in love. It was the quickest she had ever fallen for someone. And it was something good and pure and she knew it was a different kind of love. The kind that wasn’t too complicated to think about.

“So does that mean you want to have another talk like this?” Gabriel asked. “Maybe you can meet Ericka next time.”

Matt nodded and smiled when Donatella stirred in her sleep. “There will be a next time.”

Gabriel smiled. “Yeah?”

Matt nodded. “Yeah.”

#para #para: 09 #para: guess her name #self-para #// MATT NEEDS GOOD THINGS IN HER LIFE OKAY #//AND YES SHE HAS A NIECE NAMED AFTER A NINJA TURTLE AND???

[x-wearethefuture-x]

Would any of your female muses who like females be okay in maybe dating some girl who's experimenting?

((Hi, anon! Sorry I didn’t reply to this earlier ^^;

As for the answer to your question: This isn’t going to be as straightforward of an answer as I’m sure you would like. It’s kind of a loaded question in a way? The easy answer, I suppose, is... possibly? Under the right circumstances? That is to say: I don’t want my female muses getting hurt like that. I know it’s part of life, but it’s something that I’m just not interested in writing right now. Maybe a drunk friend getting handsy and my muse having to tell her “I’m sorry, I can’t do this”, but anything more I’m very on the fence about. Essentially it comes down to: if we plot it out, if we talk about it mun to mun, and you say that for your muse it’s experimenting, but for you as a mun you know that this is a relationship that they’ll stay in, then yes. I’d be open to it. But if the lines are blurred, and there’s the feeling of “my muse wants to experiment and I want to experiment in writing f/f stuff”, then it’s much more complicated and muse dependent. For example: Sooyeon is with a woman right now who thought she was straight- but the mun and I have talked about their relationship and we know it’s more than just experimenting, so I was very open to it (and Sooyeon spent a lot of time experimenting too, so she understands).  But for muses like GaIn, Hyuna, Hyojin, Ericka, and Ellie... they’ve known their whole lives that they’re into girls and they’ve all been down the path of dating straight girls only to be burned for it. So they’re incredibly wary. Yes, they may end up with crushes on their female friends (or, my muses who aren’t already in relationships would), but that doesn’t mean that they want to be someone’s experiment again, if that makes sense. Alternately, you’ve got Chloe who doesn’t really know what to label herself, but she’s dated a girl in the past and she’s dating a girl now, so she knows for a fact now that she’s into girls. And Yewon has had crushes but she’s never really had a chance to experiment, so while she knows that she’s interested in girls, she also doesn’t mind experimenting a little because for her it’ll also be a first.  She knows she likes girls, but she’s never had the chance to be with a girl. So her experimentation isn’t really experimenting with whether she’s interested or not, it’s mostly just experimenting with /how/ into girls she is. Finally, there’s Wheein who is a special case- she’s known her whole life that she’s interested in girls the same way she’s interested in boys, but she struggles with her sexuality because of religion. So she would be open to experimenting with someone, but only because I, as a mun, know that she’s not actually straight, so “experimenting” for her is basically just confirming her sexuality through writing as opposed to actually experimenting.  I’m 100% okay with female muses experimenting with their sexuality, and I’m also 100% okay with muns doing the same through rp, or with muns just experimenting with whether it’s something they’re capable of writing. But I’m careful. Or, at least, I like to think I’m careful. Because I’ve personally experienced the heartache of falling for straight girls, dating straight girls, then being told “Oh, I guess I was straight all along. Sorry.” and then they’ve all moved on so easily because to them they were just experimenting (and I can’t be mad because I knew that was what was happening), but to me it was a lot more than that. I was absolutely in love with one of my girlfriends and I had to spend 3 weeks constantly with her (because we were on vacation together) after she told me she was breaking up with me because “I realized a while ago that I was straight, but I wanted the chance to be with you first to confirm it. And now I know it’s the truth”- which is fine. There’s nothing wrong with being straight. But it’s also super heartbreaking when you’re actually /dating/ someone who talks about how much she wants to kiss you, and she thinks you’re cute even though you’re chubby, and she thinks your nose is adorable even though it’s one of your biggest insecurities... I felt a lot for her and she realized after a year and a half that she felt nothing and maybe hadn’t all along and I’ve also had to live with questioning whether it was because she was actually straight or because she wasn’t attracted to /me/ in the way she’d thought. I’m not doing anything like that again in my personal life, and unless it’s plotted out and we know everything will turn out okay in the end, then I would prefer to avoid letting it happen in rp too. I get too invested in my muses to let them feel the same kind of heartbreak that I’ve felt. I don’t necessarily need to write simple relationships... but I want to know beforehand that things will be okay.

So I hope that answers your question? And I hope I don’t come off as a bitch, I’m just careful about my f/f ships because this is my reality and, though I know it’s not only happy endings, I really want happy endings for my muses. Having loving and sincere sapphic relationships in rp is kind of like... confirmation for me, as a person, that there really might someday be a girl who could love me as me instead of saying “If you were a guy, I’d be completely in love with you.” And maybe I shouldn’t be letting rp confirm anything of the sort for myself? This probably isn’t the place to do that. But it makes me feel happy to be able to write actual sapphic couples who are completely into each other, not just my muse waiting anxiously to know whether their girlfriend is going to break up with them because they’ve realized they’re straight.  Anyway... If you’re willing to talk ooc to me about it, feel free to message me and we can discuss things :) ))

#((ooc)) #Anonymous #((I tried like 5 times to put this under a read more but tumblr is still garbage #so thankfully it's not too long or anything but I also hope it doesn't bother anyone's experience or whatever ^^;))