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leggerefiore · 2 years

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thinkingggg abouuuut emmet applying his expertise in pokemon breeding to his s/o when she agrees to have his child- like he has so many little tricks and trade secrets throughout the years for getting the best result between pokemon that he can’t help but treat his and reader’s situation as working the same way as his pokemon breeding- planning out the perfect time to attempt fertilization during ovulation, speculating on the results and what genes would most likely be dominant or recessive, he’s been cutting back on foods that decrease male fertility for a few weeks- he’s not even aware anything he’s saying or doing is unusual (she’d be annoyed but i think she’d also think it was endearing……it’s emmet after all, that’s just how he is…) but it is a liiiiittle dehumanizing when he admits he went easy on you in some recent battles because he figures if being in a good mood after a battle makes female pokemon more receptive to the male, then…

better yet s/o tries to outclass his ass, throwing out random statics they looked up.

"Oh, it didn't take again, Emmet," you pouted while sitting in his lap, looking up into his eyes, "Perhaps you aren't getting enough Vitamin D. Being trapped in a subway isn't helping you." He frowns back at you. Vitamin D... Oh, he'd show you some Vitamin D. "Maybe your balls overheated. I read that affects sperm count." Alright. Now he understood how you felt.

Though, his experience in pokemon breeding does help as he makes charts about ovulation alongside better dietary plans (in general, pregnancy is a different beast altogether). He's also extremely patient. Emmet knows full well it can take a while for fertilisation to happen. The younger twin is more than happy to fuck you until it happens.

The battle thing was a nice attempt, but it didn't really do anything, and you're not a female spider. Though, you do threaten sexual cannibalism after you find out.

Mostly, it's a bit endearing to see him so passionate about starting a family and attempting to include his knowledge. Also, you just really, really like the sex. Emmet just can't stay off of you, and you thought he was horny before. He gets constantly first thing in morning, during his lunch break, and somewhere in the evening. You're certain that a decent chunk of calories are burned from the amount of sex you're having regularly.

Of course, you aren't trusting his claims that dairy, gaining some weight, cassava, and sweet potatoes are going to give you twins.

#interna fi #emmet.ima

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nnatsume · 2 years

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∑(o_o;) THE EVENT… THE PROMPTS… SUNSUN YOUR BRAIN… CAN I REQUEST CINNAMON WITH NATSUME? ;;;;;;; IM CRYING /pos ☁️

💌; HALLOWEEN NIGHT

a / n: hi cloudnon, i just made them up last minute.. someone in the feedback form suggested prompt events and i saw it and. “hell yeah let’s do one rn” and it was like. the 29th of october. anyway! yes. just yes.

and hi nya!! ahh long time no see too!! we haven’t talked at all haaa..i think i have like an internal alarm in my head that goes “oh! nya is about to send in a natsume request in abouuuut.. now!” i could SENSE IT. and i’m not complaining one bit, no no.. happy halloween!! remember to take your own advice..!!

vanilla — “i heard this place was haunted..”

cinnamon — “aren’t you a bit cold? take this.”

back to the prompt list ✦ event masterlist

✦ vanilla & cinnamon ft. natsume !

at midnight, you found yourself in the most ominous place in town, at natsume’s request. the sky was pitch black, and you could barely see your own hand if you weren’t holding your lantern to it. you could only recognize vague shapes in the distance–a big, big house, old and rotten, concealed by a thick fog. you gulped. what was he thinking?

“i heard this place was haunted.. the spirit of the old inhibitor, a vengeful banshee, is roaming the halls, waiting for the next curious visitors.”, he whispered into your ear, trailing a hand over your shoulder–a shiver went down your spine, and you nearly dropped your lantern. you could feel the grin on his face–he was amused. “and if you get too close.. snap! and you will never see daylight again..”, with that, he dragged a finger under your chin in a cutting motion.

you shuddered, and he felt it, a chuckle sounding next to you. “are you scared? don’t you worry. you have me.”, he spoke. in all honesty, you had no idea if he was trying to reassure you or to tease you. being with him is a guessing game. “let’s enter, shall we?”

with that, you found yourself being pulled along by your hand. natsume held the lantern towards the front–you could only see a silhouette, the back of his head, as you dove into the darkness of the mansion. the wood creaked under your shoes when you walked–natsume pulled you along as if he knew the way by heart–stepping over certain floorboards, taking detours, warning you of loose stairs. has he been there before? he whispers about the place as if he’s been there before.

you didn’t quite know where he was taking you, but you put your trust in him. hallway after hallway, littered with faces that you’ve never seen before, long gone from this world. porcelain painted by hand hung across the walls, bitten away by time. the higher and farther you went, the colder it started to get. the frost tore at your shoulders–perhaps your costume wasn’t the best choice. you had to grit your teeth until you reached the destination.

at the highest floor, natsume started to slow down, swishing the lantern left and right, revealing ancient sculptures of glass and stone. at the end of the hallway, there was a single, tall door. he finally lowered his lantern, pushing down on the handle. the door creaked, dust starting to swirl around you both as he pulled the door open, leaning it against the wall. “you first, kitten.”

“alright.. so this is it?” you held your lantern into the room–there was only one bed, sheets eaten away by animals and insects. a furnace, a carpet, and a table to the side. there were paintings on the walls, but none of them had a face. the room was icy cold, much colder than the others, spiderwebs layered with a bit of frost.

suddenly, the door behind you slammed shut. “natsume?”, you called out. “don’t slam the door like that, it’ll break.” but no response came. you called out again, only to be met with silence. your light was starting to flicker, and you felt your heart sink when your flame threatened to fade away. you were starting to run low on wax… and the replacements were neatly tucked into natsume's pocket.

a click from behind you made you jump again–a few candles lit up, revealing what you thought was the old woman's bedroom. natsume popped up next to you again, nearly giving you a heart attack. he casually placed his lantern next to yours, as if nothing happened.. “yes. see? you’re safe with me.”, he gloated, taking a look around as well. “this is where she died if i recall correctly. i can feel death in this room. say.. aren’t you a bit cold? take this.”

with that, you found yourself enveloped in a cape. it was not much, but it did keep a little bit of the cold away. the high collar reached up to your cheeks–you buried yourself in the fabric. it smelled like home. but you’re not so easily swayed. was he trying to charm his way out of it? you shook your head. “what the hell, natsume? you’re so mean!”, you spoke through grit teeth, punching his shoulder.

“what got into you? did the banshee possess you? i’m innocent. stop making such wild accusations.”, he smirked, “we should get exploring before she finds us. there’s no time for fighting..”

#🍬.halloween night #s.natsume sakasaki #see if anyone notices .

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leichefrau · 5 years

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The first time you had sex?

Sinday Dirty Anons | Accepting (Always tbh)

“Wow thats a pretty bold question huh?~ What abouuuut it?” She preferred not to think about it. But well. Rules were rules.

“Let’s just say everyone makes mistakes. And I decided to trust somebody I shouldn’t Have~”

#[Anon]#[Answered]#[In my Hearse - IC]

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activatingaggro · 6 years

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Ooh ooh ooh, talk to me abouuuut handfasting celebrations, if you have any headcanons on those?

ABSO FUCKING LUTELY, MIRK.

I figure there's a shit ton of regional variations of handfasting practices and standards between castes, between regions, and definitely between quadrants. What I'm going to do is lay out what I view as one of the most *common* variants: maybe not the huge white wedding of trolls getting hitched, culturally speaking, but it's at least the equilivalent to a backyard barbeque, where everyone'll get invited to one at least once, and everyone's wearing sneakers because it started pouring rain the night before.

So, we got that? GOOD. LET'S MOVE ON. uwu

OVERALL:

When a couple decides that they wish to be hand-fasted, it’s traditional for a series of interviews to occur! The order in which they happen is up for grabs, but usually it happens that:

the moirails of both parties speaks to the betrothed to assess their personality, and the health of the relationship for the individual.

the auspistices of both parties speaks to their partner’s betrothed, to try and assess the long-term compatability in terms of the extended clade, and to spot potential problems before they occur.

this is usually followed by either the auspistices getting together to discuss the overall success of the couple, and to potentially give their approval, discuss hesitations, or decide if they want to reject the match entirely.

This process usually takes around a month in total! What quadrants do what tends to depend on who’s available - some trolls don’t have auspistices, so their moirails handle the interviewing process, and some don’t have moirails, so their flushed partners or a particularly close pitch may fill in that gap. It depends, basically, on what the individuals prefer!

In higherblooded circles, it’s typical for trolls to hire auspistices specifically for this process, as neutral parties that can fully assess both partners and decide if they’re suitable. Sometimes, depending on the region and the castes, this can involve digging into astrology, hatching dates and symbolhights to make sure the two are fully compatible - and this in-depth delve is part of why

After the interviews are conducted, there’s a series of dinners for the clades to meet each other, gradually. Usually, this is only for immediate clade and quadrants, to prevent the sprawl from becoming too large - but especially for older adults, these “getting to know each other” dinners can extend to cover the entire month.

The first of these tends to be the “interior” clade. The betrothed’s arrive at neutral ground, each with their immediate quadrants, and no clade past that. They all meet each other and establish the basic social rules that will allow this interior group to meet, over what’s customarily a long dinner.

The second of these is the “exterior” clade. These are the quadrants of ones quadrants, essentially, and the point of this is to guarantee there are no looming conflicts or revenge cycles waiting to burst out of the shell.

In both cases, but especially the latter: soporific drinks, specifically brewed to pacify, are traditional, and there’s a constant expectation that everyone at these parties will keep their glasses topped up. It’s not uncommon for higher-bloods to hire paid auspistices or moirails to wander the premises and keep an eye on the guests, just in case.

The hand-fasting itself is generally significantly smaller in comparision, once it’s been established that no one’s going to fucking die at it. Two trolls gather with all of their personal quadrants, and sometimes with their extended clade and friends, depending on their preferences. Trolls come together to celebrate the union, the participants, and to eat the extensive free food that’s generally considered necessary.

Events at the handfasting itself can vary between parties, but certain trends tend to follow caste-lines. Free liquor is generally considered a lowblooded thing, given temperament issues, and similarly, soporifics are more common for highbloods. A lowblooded handfasting might have a free bar - a highblooded handfasting probably has hookahs at each table, restocked steadily with sopor by waiters hired specifically for this.

Certain things are traditional regardless of caste, though!

Pitch hand-fastings tend to involve a ceremonial exchange of weapons: knives are tied to the betrothed’s wrists by their moirails, and then the kismesis’s untie each other’s knives and sheath them, to show that this will be a stable pitchrom, rather than a murderous one.

Pale hand-fastings traditionally involve soaking one’s hands in paint of their betrothed’s blood colour immediately prior to the ceremony, and then using two fingers to apply the paint to them: on the forehead, on the lips, across the throat, and across the wrists, to signify trust, and their protection of the places most vulnerable.

Ashen hand-fastings can range between offering ceremonial duels, for the three-leafed flavour, where the third leaf forcibly intervenes in the middle of a staged fight between their two leaves, and ties their hands together, with the far leaves working together in the top leafs ribbon aftrewards. Two-leaf clovers traditions range: one of the most common variants involve both being blindfolded by their moirails, and untying these bandanas to re-secure them together around their wrists.

Flushed hand-fastings involve the matesprits directly tying their wrists together, usually after exchanging written vows declaring the circumstances of their initial meeting, the foundation of their quadrants, and their feelings towards each other.

Cue the party afterwards.

#this got so long #I DON't EVEN LIKE WEDDINGS #I JUST LIKE BEING FINNICKY #thank you for the ask!#could dd more about the specific practices for the hanhai / temasek region #and individual characters handfasting preferences #because this got me considering all of that #spoiler alert:#pheres wants a massive fucking party #riccin wants a massive fucking party but only with their quadrants (but they want everyone to come only with full quadrants)#(so everyone has a +4-6 and THEY BETTER FUCKING FILL IT)#(or they'll cry like a raging bridezilla and then fill up those quadrant squares FOR THEM)#(MANUALLY)#(WASTING 5K ON A MATCHMAKER JUST FOR THIS)#(it ends up a 30k handfasting ceremony for a matespritship that was only supposed to be 5k)#(pheres bounces between delight over how extra riccin got)#(and seething outrage that he will literally never be able to stomach spending 30k on a party)#(and subsequently will be PERMANENTLY FUCKING UPSTAGED)#(KIT PLEASE THEY NEED TO NOT SPEND 30k)#(BUT SOMEHOW STILL DO IT BETTER???)#(BREAK OUT THE DEAD OCTOPI TO DROP FROM THE CELIING)#(HE'S MAKING THIS ENTIRE THING NAUTICAL THEMED ON A BOAT AND HAVING A BEASTSPEAKER CALL UP A KRAKEN TO UNDULATE BEAUTIFULLY IN THE DISTANCE #(and they will theme every drink after fermented sharks and different kinds of local fish)#(maybe they should assign people colours for their wardrobe to match the indigenious fish species???)#(ect ect ect)#mirkstrolls

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getawayfox · 3 years

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Hiiii - I'm here to bother you. So. I want to know three things, but only if you wanna share publicly?

1) What's your tattoo abouuuut?

2) Would you describe yourself as a storm too please?

3) Would you describe yourself using one (1) (ONE JUST ONE) quote? It can be a conventional literature but it can also be a wolfstar fic quote.

(I know question 3 is gonna kill you but I trust you to come back to life with an amazing quote <3)

V!I love when you come to my inbox to “bother” me, you always ask the important questions🥰

1. Ah. The two very painful hours of this morning😃It was an extension of my oldest tattoo (and when I say old, I mean it, I’ve had it for 15 years I think). The original tattoo was of an (undisclosed) mythical creature - I didn’t want a cover up but rather an addition: I asked for flowers (peonies to be specific) in strategic places around it and boy, did the artist deliver, the details on her work are incredible. She did it freehand, drew directly on me, no stencil or anything, so I didn’t know exactly what it’s gonna look like until it was done. And it looks even better than I imagined, it’s almost like it became alive and I love it.

2. I loved your answer to this so much! Here is mine:

I’m tropical and severe, I’m heavy rain, all vast raindrops and strong wind, no subtlety. I’m unseasonable, I’m a “tie down your garden furniture” warning. Yet I’m brief and merciful, immediate; cathartic: never destructive.

3. You’re right, this did kill me. V! One? Just one? Well, you did type it in capital letters, so I guess there’s no point arguing. I will have you know that I did not come back to life with that one perfect quote, because you made it harder by including Wolfstar fics as an option and I’m going to spend forever thinking about it (and maybe I will find it while putting together my rec lists!) So for now, I’ll give you this absolute Oscar Wilde classic:

“I can resist everything except temptation.”

(I feel like this is such a disappointing answer. Still though. How do you choose one?? Do you have one? Just ONE? I wanna know!)

Well this was fun, thank you so much for the ask! Also, you said you wanted a tattoo as well, are you planning to get one? Do you already know what you want? Tell me everything!

#i got an ask!#personal

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