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tblsomedoodles · 1 month

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I can explain.

So, i've been thinking...i've never done anything with the non-apocalypse futures past a few months.

I'd also been thinking, that out of all the fan kids i've seen around, there wasn't a lot (if any) for Raph.

I ALSO thought, Family Web would be an absolutely horrible au to have Bishop be involved in (mostly b/c Leo would NOT be good with an evil government scientist. at all.)

anyways, here's an in-story explanation for what i got so far

When Raph's 25, he gets word that there's some government program doing some shady things. Now that wouldn't really be his concern, but they're rumored to be using mutagen so they feel obligated to check it out.

SO the three of them check it out (Not leo. He tried but the medical equipment got to him. He portaled to the roof to wait on standby.) They find a lot of failed experiments and the like, most being with at least some turtle dna for some reason.

They also find two very young, very alive baby turtle mutants.

So, of course, they take them home. (after completely destroying the lab, information and all.)

They find out a few days later (b/c of course Donnie copied the info and he and Jenny have been going through it for anything good) that ever since the failed invasion, Bishop's group had been taking their DNA samples left over from various fight locations, (and probably paying a few people to get blood samples too) and using it it to do genetic experiments. B/c the four have such a hodge-podge of dna to start with, the experiments were never stable. The two they stole being the best they've accomplished over the years. The two that just happen to have used Raph's dna.

I'm going to have to do more with this. Like give the boys adult looks and the like. but these two were being rotated in my brain on high for list the last 9 hours now and if i didn't share them tonight i was going to go insane. (i couldn't even focus at work i was so fixated on these two bitties.)

#tmnt #rottmnt #family web au #my doodles #good future stuff #this might be my friday update #we will see how much i draw of this later #THey aren't as small as Clara was when she was newly hatched #they're probably twice as big at least #they just look small b/c Raph's holding them lol #I think Raph usually defaults to his human form when he's handling them at that age #b/c he feels like he's going to break them if he's his big turtle self #Clara's 4 at that point btw #and she doesn't get that cousins come that tiny #she keeps trying to play with them in her dollhouse as the dolls #and Raph keeps having to rescue them lol

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cherryheartssblog · 4 months

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A DOLLHOUSE CHRISTMAS

Summary: Y/N’s family throws the annual Christmas party in the neighborhood each year. Y/N’s mother invites the neighbors and her friends, her dad invites his friends. Y/N though has a special relationship with one of her dad’s best friends.

Warnings: not fully edited, smut, age gap (reader is in her 20s and Negan is in his 40s), toxic parents, body shaming!, readers body is not fully described, higher class family!, mentions of rough sex, mentions of daddy issues, dirty talk, fluff, drinking, public sex! kind of!, bathroom sex!, mentions of cheating, mentions of divorce, and snooty! Parents..

A KINKMAS STORY

Hey girl, open the walls Play with your dolls We'll be a perfect family

"Y/N, we have to have the table set up!" Y/N heard her mother yell for the millionth time of the night, anxiously fixing her hair in the mirror. She knew her mother would beg for pictures and hang the pictures for only her family to see. Y/N's mother had to have everything perfect; she was a perfectionist. She groaned out, the bow in her hair straightened. She pulled her dress down, running to aide her mother. Y/N's mother shot her a smile; she did not know how fake it was while handing her a bunch of Christmas plates. "Sweetheart, please keep your head up and straight. Make sure everything is set up in the living room." She instructed her daughter. Y/N smiled, grabbing the plates to set up in the dining area. The dining area was decorated with Christmas decorations, and a peppermint scent filled the air. Y/N lit the candles around the table, setting each with a napkin wrapped in a perfect bow.

Y/N's parents made it seem they had the perfect family and that everything in their life was perfect. They had ideal jobs, the perfect house, and, of course, they had to have the perfect daughter. They had high goals for Y/N, wanting her to be just like them. Y/N was always forced to choose what to wear, what to do, and even what she could eat sometimes. They wanted everything perfect. When Y/N got out on her own, she got into a good college fully paid for by her parents, which may be the only good thing they ever did for her. She finally got to be away from her parents, but there was someone she missed from her past life back at home even more than her parents.

Her father's best friend, Negan Smith.

Negan Smith saw the family like all the neighborhood did: a perfect dollhouse family. Even though a few rumors spread about how Y/N's father would sneak around with women at his work during the late-night meetings. Negan never saw her parent's real actions; behind the scenes, they played out during parties. Negan moved into the neighborhood about a year ago, invited by Y/N's dad to a dinner party for their daughter's birthday. Negan gladly expected the invite; being a Bachelor and moving into a new town, he needed some new poker buddies.

You don't hear me when I say "Mom, please wake up Dad's with a slut"

Since that night, saw the talk of the neighborhood's daughter, the sweet, innocent angel everyone loved when she came home from college. Most of them watched her grow into a fine woman. Negan knew she was relatively younger than him; she could not be attracted to him like he was. Throughout that year, Negan came over for football games, drinking nights, poker nights, and parties. He got to know Y/N more when she was home.

A doorbell broke, and Y/N's trance Christmas music slightly filled her ears as her mother entered, turning on the radio outside the dining area. She could hear her mother's loud greets, her laughs that sounded more fake than the garland around the table.

Y/N sighed, trying to catch her breath. Her father came in, straightening his tie. "Your mother will want us by the main tree tonight for pictures." Her father eyed her, "You may need to dress a little more than that; I can't believe your mother has not said anything." Y/N's face was red, and she eyed her dress, which she thought was cute. Her best friend helped her for weeks to find the perfect dress; she thought her mother would either love it or hate it. She never said a word about it and probably has not even looked at her daughter fully tonight. And, of course, her father would go right and hit any confidence she had about the dress.

"Dad, the dress is literally hitting my knee." She snarled back, Y/N crossing her arms. "Whatever, guests are here. Just smile and keep your head up." He shot a quick smile, heading over to his wife and greeting his guests with her. Most carry plates of food or wines. Some had gifts in their hands, hanging their jackets at the front.

No one ever listens This wallpaper glistens Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen

Y/N groaned, heading to the kitchen for a glass of wine, chugging a little over the sink. She sighed, drinking half of the glass, closing her eyes, and letting the red wine hit the back of her throat. "You starting to party early, sweetheart?" Y/N heard a deeper voice, making her jump. She turned her attention to the kitchen entrance, seeing Negan with a bottle of whiskey in hand, "If you need that, you may wanna start with this." He wiggled the bottle of Jack Daniel's; Y/N smiled as he joined her side, pouring them a glass.

Places, places Get in your places Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces Everyone thinks that we're perfect. Please don't let them look through the curtains.

"Already stressed about this party?" Negan questioned, handing her a glass. "You have no idea." She threw it back just like she would a shot at a party. Negan chuckled, sipping his a little as Y/N cringed more, hearing everyone enter the kitchen with them. Negan felt something off with her this time, more on edge. His face furrowed, watching her greet the guest with her parents.

Who showed her off like a grand prize, which might be good if they were doing it correctly. Negan watched from afar, starting to see a little bit behind the walls of the dollhouse.

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E I see things that nobody else sees D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E I see things that nobody else sees

Y/N finally got around to all the guests, greeting them and helping her mother serve refreshments. She settled into the kitchen, getting herself a glass of champagne her parents only brought out during Christmas. She was lucky even to have a drink like her parents sometimes could.

Hey girl, look at my mom, she's got it going on

Ha, you're blinded by her jewelry.

When you turn your back she pulls out a flask

And forgets his infidelity.

Most of the time, her mother and father found themselves at the end of the bottle at night, excusing themselves from the party to go on about their other relationships outside that marriage. Y/N knew her parents had some open marriage, hiding it behind closed doors. She would try to ignore their actions.

Y/N knew if her mother’s image got ruined, her mother would be ruined. Y/N tried her best for parents, mostly just talking about her looks rather than her success in life. They showed her off like she was their possession; Y/N got tired of all the compliments and “Oh, how much you’ve grown.” For tonight.

Uh-oh, she's coming to the attic, plastic,

Go back to being plastic.

Y/N’s mother had guests getting around the dinner table for dinner. The younger woman sat beside Negan, who pulled a seat out for her; she couldn’t help but blush. Most people began fixing their plates and passing around plates to fix a perfect Christmas meal.

Y/N scooped up some mashed potatoes, hearing her mother chuckle. “Slow down, love; others do have to eat.” Her mother joked, slapping her playfully, sitting beside her; luckily, most people didn’t hear her mother’s rude comment. Y/N’s face, however, burned red, slamming them down beside her mother, catching a few eyes. Negan eyed the woman, and his face fell from her mother’s comment; how could any mother say that to her child?

No one never listens

This wallpaper glistens

One day they'll see what goes down in the kitchen

Y/N’s mother leaned over, whispering to her. “Are you trying to ruin Christmas?” She smiled, saying between her teeth, Negan knew the family could be complicated at times but didn’t know they were this hard on their daughter.

She was beautiful, she was brilliant, and nothing about her he saw had a flaw. Y/N seemed like a perfect daughter in his eyes, and they should treat her with more respect. Negan lips pierced, trying to keep his mouth shut, listening to her father ramble on about the latest football games. “No, Mother, may I be excused?” She turned her eyes, and she felt her face get hot, “I just need a moment.”

Places, places

Get in your places

Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces

“Whatever, dear, make sure to straighten up for pictures.” Her mother turned back into a conversation with her girlfriends, not even sitting or acknowledging her husband. Y/N knew her father would end up out with one of his women tonight, just like her mother may drink herself underneath the table while that happens.

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

Please don't let them look through the curtains

Picture, picture, smile for the picture

It was all too much, and the comments were too much. Y/N needed a break, taking a glass with her to the upstairs bathroom for peace. She barely wanted to eat anymore. Her mother ruined her appetite. Y/N clicked the bathroom door locked, breathing a sigh of relief, hearing faint waves of laughter downstairs. She knew her mother would not even miss her at the party for a while, and she hoped dinner would be done when she got back down. Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, and she felt like she looked her best.

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees

What else could she do? Was something just wrong with her? Y/N heard a knock on the door sighing out, turning the sink on like she was washing her hands. “Be out in a minute!” Y/N dried her hands off, opening the door and revealing Negan. Who had a concerned look on his face? He leaned in the doorway, wearing a nice button-down with black jeans. Y/N knew she was attracted to him, but he was her father’s friend. One of her closest neighbors, he would be older than her. Her mouth parted, and she gasped at the sight of him.

“Can we talk?” He asked softly. Y/N held the door, looking around her in the larger bathroom. “In here?” She couldn’t help but smirk a little; Negan chuckled at the girl, shrugging. “I just wanted to check and see if you were good, doll.” Negan smiled, sending chills down her spine. She gripped the door, and she knew he must have overheard a few things. “I’m guessing you heard that.” Y/N's face was red, “They are different than you think.” Negan nodded, agreeing with the younger woman. He eyed her, wondering what could her parents see that was wrong. Her hair was perfect, halfway up, held by a black bow. Y/N’s body fit the blacker, tighter dress, and her curves held up perfectly. Her smile lit up the whole room, and he loved to make her laugh.

Y/N deserved that.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He seemed sympathetic to her, and Y/N smiled. “I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with it every day anymore,” Y/N admitted she was happier off at college even though she did miss Negan sometimes. “You look beautiful, doll.” Y/N bit her lip and cheeks blushed.

“Well thank you.”

It was awkward for a moment; tension built in the air. Y/N caught his eye just like he caught her eyes staring at him. “Y’know, we can spice up the Christmas party.” Y/N’s lips curled; she was nervous about his reaction, but it was worth a shot. Negan’s eyes lit up, and he was intrigued by what the idea may be.

“And what’s that sweetheart?”

“You could come in here and find out.”

Negan’s face looked shocked by her comment, Negan knew he instantly was turned on by the way she held up her confidence where she felt it or not.

Negan wanted to make her feel beautiful.

“In your parents home?” Negan chuckled, stepping in quickly, locking it behind him. He stood in front of the younger woman tall, she felt a slight increase of intimidation. “It’s already not the perfect dollhouse anyways.” She playfully shrugged, her lips drawing near his. High on her tiptoes to meet his height, Negan felt brush up near his.

Breathing heavily, Y/N’s lips were caught by Negan in a deep kiss, her hands trailing from his shoulders to run through his hair. His hands gave another grab of her ass, more powerful, enough to leave red handprints.

“Shit doll, you don’t understand how long I’ve been waiting for this, I can’t believe I haven’t gone fucking crazy.” He stated against her lips. Y/N faintly moaned out at his confession, there was always some unspoken tension between both of them, she just never thought it would come to this.

Being the bathroom of her parents house, kissing her fathers best friend,

Y/N broke away from his kiss, fumbling to pull his pants down to his ankles, lifting his belt buckle down successfully. His now fully erect cock gently slapped against his stomach, Y/N’s hand coming down to smoothly wrap around the base of his cock, rubbing up and down. Negan let out a soft groan, his head falling back as he leaned into her forehead, lifting her up onto the sink counter. “Oh shit honey, fuck, you are a dirty fucking girl.” He whispered out.

A small creak caused your body to stop, a slight spark of adrenaline flowing through. The two paused their actions, Y/N’s lips were swollen, Negan still tasted her lipgloss. They paused for a moment waiting for a moment, before eyeing each other once more.

“We can be quick.”

Negan’s lips moved from her neck to the tops of her breasts, placing kisses while roughly grabbing them. Negan expertly unhooked the back of her bra, her breasts now free.

Goosebumps trailed down Y/N arms and legs at the new feeling, the tip of his cock brushing against her clit. “You ready doll?” Y/N enthusiastically moaned, grabbing the base of his cock to position it at her opening before slowly moving down, filling her inch by inch. She let out a quiet moan at the fullness she felt, Negan’s hand coming up to grab her throat with slight pressure. “Fuck doll, those pretty noises are going to get us caught. You fit me like a fucking glove, so fucking tight.” Letting out a heavy sigh, Negan started to move his hips, sliding in and out of her with slow stroke.

“Let’s just hope we don’t get caught.”

“Oh but that would be even better.”

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aheathen-conceivably · 6 months

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By the time the sun had fully risen, Josephine and Zelda were in Violette’s new room helping her to unpack all of her toys and dresses. The room was already outfitted with a small bed, dresser, and a dollhouse that was just like the one Violette had in New Orleans.

Violette was enchanted by it all, but most of all by the ornate Victorian dollhouse. She scurried about the room looking for her favorite dolls to unpack, her olive eyes shining as she tucked each one into the outfitted rooms rather than notice the peeling wallpaper or her aunt’s intermittent bouts of distraction.

Her own trepidations about the move had long been allayed by her mother and aunt’s reassurances that this was a land of magic. The Land of Enchantment, they had told her, the place where all her dreams could come true. How much of their hope and optimism was feigned for her sake as well as their own on that day, she was still too young to decipher.

Outside the window, Antoine was sitting with Gio on a truck that he had bought when he first moved out that way, smoking and watching the occasional Ford pass by the road that ran in front of their farmhouse.

“So when you said find work, I should have known, I should have asked…stupid. Stupid and hopeful.”

Gio beat a pack of cigarettes between his hands, holding it out to Antoine as he spoke, “Not stupid, old sport. If I’m being honest, I should have spent the extra cents to tell you more, but part of me feared if you knew the whole truth none of you would come. Especially Jo. Just, don’t tell her about any of this, alright? It’s not like I’m trying to trick her or anything, I just know what it’s about to be like in New Orleans. A city full of dock workers with no goods? No jobs to be found and no food to grow? I’m only trying to make sure we’re safe, me and her and all of you. But I fear she won’t see it that way.”

For a moment Antoine’s anger rose for his sister, dragged out here away from her home not only by Giorgio, but by him too. He had seen her hesitation when he had first contacted Gio, but had told himself that they had few other options. Now, knowing that they had to sustain a lie just to keep her here was almost enough to make him turn around and pack his bags.

Then he thought of the way she had reacted when she had seen Giorgio yesterday, and how her own pride trumped even his own. He knew that Gio was right, that there was nothing left for them in New Orleans. But most of all he knew that Josephine would never have accepted his help willingly, and she would see his actions as a way to control her; then she would run, no matter how much she loved him.

But more than anything, Antoine remembered the last time he had left her alone and the means she had resorted to to survive. How could he protect her if she ran, if they had nowhere left to go? He looked toward the house where she was now playing with Violette, together with her family. Happy. Safe.

He quelled the protective anger growing in his chest and looked back at Giorgio, “But what about money, Gio? What about food?”

Gio took a long drag and a sharp intake of breath, “I tried for years old sport, years. I can get it to grow but it always dies before it fruits. I’ve been trading for goods and taking odd jobs, but they’re harder to find every damn day. We need to grow at least enough to eat. Enough to ensure that if the work dries up the land will give us something.”

He stared at his lit cigarette for a while before he threw it onto the ground, the dry sand immediately engulfing the remaining embers, “And if I’m being honest, I’ve got reason to believe the time’s comin’ soon. There’s migrants passing through here, Antoine, makin’ me think it’s about to get a whole lot worse. Okies, they call them. This whole business, it’s turned into a shitstorm. The farm prices tanked only months after I got here and now the land is worth less than I paid for it and the farmhouse combined. I managed to see it coming and take out a loan on it before it got too bad though, enough cash to get us through a few years. But we’ve got to move fast, make sure we’re secured before things really go south.”

Must find work, he had written. Antoine threw his lit cigarette on the ground next to Giorgio’s; now it all made sense. He had brought his family on board a sinking ship.

#1930 #sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 story #the darlingtons #1930s #zelda darlington #josephine duplanchier #violette darlington #antoine duplanchier #giorgio mistretta

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nottapossum · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel Classification AU: Itty Bitty Sinners as Caregivers/Littles PT 3: More detailed Character notes

VOX and Velvette and also Valentino

📺Vox: Flip

💗Velvette: Flip

🚬👅Valentino: Flip (not sure specific classification, but he does regress and will help take care of the other two)

💗Velvette as a Little: 💗

Flip! 50% Caregiver and 50% Little

Age: (1-6)

💗Bratty little alert! A precious little diva! 💗

💗Velvette always wants her hair done and to be dressed in very specific outfits she chooses. She'll cry if Vox doesn't do it right, and then Val needs to step in and do it because he actually knows how to do hair.

💗Velvette wants everything her way! No one else is in charge! She is! (She's not, but she can try)

💗Demanding! She wants cuddles? She gets cuddles, or she'll screm! (She has broken Vox's screen before due to her screaming so loudly.)

💗Velvette is very smart! And she's hurt when people don't take her suggestions seriously when she's big. That's why she's so demanding when she's small, she wants people to listen to her!

💗She perfers Vox when she's really little, but when she's older, she perfers Val.

Reasons:

Vox is softer and he's more protective and coddles her.

Valentino however is more willing to play fashion show and tea parties with her!

💗Favorite things to watch when little: Where in the world is Carmen Santiago, Ever After high, monster hugh, Dora the explorer, Fancy Nancy, Gabby's dollhouse, Tinker Bell movies, Barbie fashion fairytale, any Barbie movies, Elena of Avalor, Teenage mutant ninja turtles, and Coraline.

💗Velvette loves playing games on her phone! She's an iPad kid who always asks if an adult has games on their phone if hers is dead or taken away by Vox.

💗Vox has strict rules for Velvette, but Valentino lets her get away with everything!

💗She loves putting on a show for Vox and Val! Either fashion show, play, or concert! She's very talented!

💗She loves dressing up! She has a ton of costumes! She'll even ask Val to do her makeup so she'll look more like the characters.

💗Velvette loves to sing the songs from Six the Musical all the time. At this point, both Vox and Valentino know all the words... but they've never heard the actual musical.

💗Music needs to be playing for her at night, or she just won't sleep!

💗Velvette loves dolls! Barbies are okay, Ever After/ Monsters high dolls, strawberry shortcake, polly pocket exc.

💗Her favorite drink when little is Alicorn Milk and strawberry milk!

💗Favorite food is berries and (cream ha!) Yougurt.

💗Loves animal ears (headband), especially cat ones!

💗Loves giving her caregivers makeovers!

💗Designs her own little clothes when out of headspace. She has so many, she has her own little closet. 😍

💗Velvette curses when little... A lot. Valentino finds it hilarious while Vox tries to keep her from doing so.

💗Velvette needs to wear diapers and pull-ups sometimes, which is why she has designed some specifically for her younger self that have adorable patterns on them 💕

💗She's very energetic as an older little! She runs around and jumps on the furniture because she's just full of crazy energy.

💗She'll talk everyone's ears off. She was discouraged when she was a child for this, but Val and Vox don't mind it and encourage her to talk as much as she likes.

💗She's very loud!!!! She's finally allowed and takes advantage of that!

~~~~~Nicknames:~~~~~~~

She calls Vox: Vee, Voc, Dowa (because every TV is apparently dora when she's a tiny 1 year old.)

Vox calls her: Princess, Vellbelle, belle, click, canva, sweetie, baby, babygirl, my dear.

She calls Val: Vee, tino.

Val calls her: Babydoll, princessa, babygirl, cupcake.

Vox as a caregiver

📺Vox is always the first to take care of Vel or Vox because he's the one with the most caregiver instincts. (He's the main Cg)

📺He'll keep a close eye on the littles. He always assumes they're up to no good if they dissappear or are quiet. (He's not wrong)

📺Vox has to take Velvette's phone away every now and then to get her to listen to him.

📺He's very good at soothing littles, playing some calming videos for them while he holds them, and rocks them to sleep.

📺He's always babying Val, no matter if he's little or not.

📺He's the best at cooking. He's really good at making food he knows both littles will like.

📺He does 90% of the caregiving responsibilities. It's not an equal balance at all.

📺He tries to be the cool, fun type of dad. But he doesn't always nail it. (He almost never does)

📺He tries his best to help Velvette with her hair, but he's really bad at it. Val always has to step in. Velvette will try to teach him by using dolls as examples, but it never works.

📺He likes Val a lot more when he's regressed, but he never expresses that.

Vox as a little.

Age: (2-7)

📺Vox loves mine craft!

📺Vox regresses the least because he pushes it down in favor of caregiving. Then he starts malfunctioning because of it.

📺Favorite stuff to watch: Cocomelon, finding Nemo, paw patrol, Megamind, Cyberchase, Fetch! With Ruff Ruffman, little Einsteins, the amazing world of gumball, and Danny phantom.

📺Vox can be gentle and soft most of the time unless someone provokes him and causes him distress, or if things just don't go his way. Then he'll throw a tantrum, causing him to glitch and/or malfunction.

📺Vox is a very smart little and normally understands a lot despite being little.

📺Vox does enjoy cartoons as little, but he'd much rather watch the greatest showman on loop! (Little Vox singing: "Woah!")

📺He wants Val's attention all the time and gets upset if Val is too busy to play or cuddle with him. He'll be happy with just Velvette most of the time, but sometimes he'll demand both of their attention and wont settle for less.

📺Velvette is the one to care for him the most. She'll listen when he talks about his games, shows, or any random knowledge that he's fixated on at the moment, and she'll legitimately try to understand and remember it all. But usually she gets bored and she doesn't remember any of it.

📺He has temper tantrums a lot! But Velvette is very good at calming him down.

📺He gets along really well with both Val and Velvette when they're regressed with him. The three of them love playing together! ❤️ 💙 💜

📺He argues with his caregivers a lot. He thinks he always knows better than them.

📺He's pretty good at talking his caregivers out of punishments, negotiating through food choices, and basically anything else. He loves having any sense of control.

📺He loves FNAF and knows all the lore!!!

📺He needs constant attention.

He will not be left alone! Or he'll throw a tantrum.

📺He easily gets frustrated, and he almost always ends up crying when he's small.

📺Little!Vox loves sharks and puppies! He also loves eels, stingrays, and angler fish.

📺He knows a million facts about sea creatures, and he wants to tell the other two all about it!

📺 His favorite toy is the giant shark plushie that Val bought for him 🦈

~~~~~~Nicknames:

Little!Vox calls Valentino: Vee, Val

Little!Vox calls Velvette: Vee, Vel (no real nicknames)

Valentino calls little Vox: Baby, Buffy,

Velvette calls little Vox: Darling, sweetie, glitchy Baby, small fry, bud.

Valentino as a regresser.

Not sure if he's a pet regresor or a little. He just kinda smol sometimes.

(Age ??)

Just a reminder, though Val regresses in this AU, he's still a bad person. He's just also a tiny sometimes.)

💛Val never remembers when he regresses, and always claims he never regresses, ever. No matter how many times Vox tells him otherwise.

💛Valentino loves to draw when little! He's very good. If he's feeling a certain way, drawing is an easy way for him to explain how he feels...words are hard.

💛He bites everything! Vox is constantly having to keep him away from chords and anything dangerous, just to have the moth bite his screen and crack it.

💛He will be perfectly fine most of the time if you set him by any type of light. He's...strange.

💛Val prefers Vox as a caregiver, but he's okay with Velvette watching him for a bit.

💛He'll run into things all the time. He's blind as a baby bat.

💛He's very bratty and doesn't listen worth anything, but Vox can usually distract him enough to calm him down.

💛Val doesn't really have a favorite program or show, Vox will just put on anything bright and colorful, and he'll be memorized for at least 20 minutes.

💛He loves to mimic his Caregivers behaviors. If Vox is talking to Velvette, he'll make little squeaking/buzzing sounds as he mimics the hand gestures.

💛He loves being held; most of the time, they can tell he's little if he crawls on Vel or Vox's lap.

💛Valentino throws everything! (He breaks a lot of stuff), so they gotta make sure there's no glass around. He'll throw it at them if he's upset.

💛He tries to climb the furniture to reach the lights on the ceiling.

💛He loves it when Velvette sings to him!

💛Velvette has made him the fluffiest clothes to wear when little, he loooovessss the floof!

💛He loves and demands affection! He loves being cuddled and petted.

💛He loves being tickled when little! Not so much when he's big.

~~~~~Nicknames:~~~~

Val doesn't talk when he's regressed, so his squeaks and buzzes is how he gets their attention.

Vel calls little Val: Baby, small fry, grub.

Vox calls little Val: Moth, little moth, little one, larva, tiny.

Velvette as a caregiver:

💗Creates perfect little outfits for Vox and Val! 💕

💗She loves singing to the littles as well as coming up with stories for them.

💗She's very good at calming Vox when he's having a breakdown.

💗She takes a million pictures of them when little (she can't post them, but she has them all saved on her phone)

💗She showers them with hugs and kisses. She's very affectionate!

💗She doesn't know how to deal with bratty kids, so she'll quickly become frustrated and ask the other V (whivhever) to step in and handle it.

💗She'll play any game with the littles, she makes it a full experience for them, she loves encouraging their imagination to run wild!

Valentino as a babysitter:

🚬He's fine with occasionally babysitting, but he's too busy to watch the little ones full time.

🚬He honestly finds the little’s adorable, but he still doesn't understand age regression at all...(he's kind of an idiot in case no one noticed.) Vox has explained Age regression a million times, but Val just doesn't quite grasp it despite he regresses all the time.

🚬Valentino hates all children's programming. So no matter what, Velvette or Vox watches when Little, it annoys him to no end. But NOTHING is more annoying to him than Cocomelon ! 😠

🚬He's really good at doing Velvette's hair and makeup. And he'll also play tea party with her.

🚬whenever Velvette babbles at him, he'll pretend she's dishing out the hottest gossip and gasp with surprise.

🚬He encourages littles to curse and cause problems for the other caregiver to handle. He has fun with them.

🚬He'll cuddle with Vox for as long as he wants to help him de-stress.

🚬He loves playing with the littles and spending quality time with them, but he's not so good at the actual caregiver stuff like feeding, changing, and making sure they don't hurt themselves.

🚬Surprisingly, He's really good at getting the littles to calm down and get to sleep.

🚬He takes no responsibility if the house is a mess when the other V gets home.

Feel free to send in more headcannons!

Tag: @todayimfour

#ittybittysinnersq&h #ittybittysinners #Cg!Velvette #cg!Vox #cg!Valentino #little!Velvette #little!Vox #little!Valentino

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mayullla · 2 years

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Title: They are scared.

Character(s): Multiple characters mentioned (Genshin Impact)

Summary: Genshin haunted doll au; Your father's friend decided to give you a dollhouse that once belonged to his daughter who didn't need it anymore. It was cute really, how much you adored your dolls, playing house in the doll house yet your parents could not but only watch in concern.

Warnings/tags: Father and mother/parents pov, female reader, child reader, tw!horror, obsession themes, dark themes, little blood, your parents are anxious and worried.

Haunted doll au masterlist

It was that one time when your father’s friend decided that he should give you the doll house. Cleaning his garage he saw an old house that once belonged to his daughter. It was a big house around the size of a one-person couch that he custom-made for his daughter back then.

His daughter absolutely loved that dollhouse. Always excited to play with it after school playing princess and tea, singing competitions and more. She treasured that doll house...

Well till she started screaming, begging her parents late at night to get that house away from her. Tears were in her eyes as she cried and cried. She didn't stop crying till he had to take the house to the garage. His little daughter stopped crying after that, her eyes red and raw from the constant rubbing but she never went to the garage where she knew the doll house was. Even after she has become an adult she never took a step toward that room.

“My little girl also used to love dolls, had a collection of them and asked me to get her a costume doll house made on her birthday.” He told your dad, about the house planning finally get rid of it. Your dad had a contemplated look thinking about you and how you treasure your dolls.

“It seems that she grew out of that phase and while we were able to sell most of the dolls or give them away.” your dad's friend continued, “Nobody really wanted that house, and it was left rotting in the garage. So I am asking if your daughter wants the toy house."

"So how about it?"

The glee on your face was so obvious when you saw the doll house your father was carrying. Your mother was shocked when she saw it clearly not told beforehand about it but what she could when you refuse to have it returned and cling to the dust thing.

You played with the doll house often and while your mother wasn't really happy but instead of nagging your dad for bringing such a dirty thing, she helped you clean the house. Your father was satisfied that you were happy as you talked to your dolls that now they have a home too.

Your parents watched you show the house to your dolls acting as if you were a seller trying to show off just how amazing this toy house was. Your parents chuckled at your enthusiasm.

If they have known. If only they have known... they would have not accepted this horrid thing into the house. Would rather burn the whole house along with the other dolls just to keep you safe.

But they didn't know, instead... they just smiled.

They didn't know that when you told them that your dolls can finally talk and that those were not dreams or something of the imagination but something so real. Something craving for their little daughter's soul.

How you describe each doll's personality and quirks were too detailed... too much for a child to make up on the fly. Sometimes they thought that maybe you could become a writer, when you spoke about the poems that your doll Kazuha had gifted to you thinking they were your own thoughts when it was not.

But then... how you started to know more about things they didn't know.

Did you learn this all from kid cartoons? Or did you have a friend who was interested in small random facts and dumped it all on you.

Their smiles slowly started to strain a bit when they watch you talk more and more about these imaginary friendships you made with the dolls.

When your mother was supposed to teach you math, like addition and subtraction and timetables you told her that you already knew and studied with the help of dolls. Were you just trying to run away or were you serious...?

She wasn't sure what to think when she saw that in fact, you knew what you were doing already. The answers are all circled as corrected when she gave you a little exam.

Your father was surprised when he took you to the cookies aisle at the marker telling you to pick something you would dully tell him that nothing was yummy compared to the food that your dolls made. Your father chalked it up to your imagination being so bright that you could even taste flavors in them.

He didn't understand a child's mind too well. It has been too long after all. You still grabbed some sweets telling him that you want to share something with them again much to your father's confusion....

Then again kids were hard to understand...

You tend to get lost often yet somehow when you have a certain doll if they were not mistaken called Kazuha. You would always find them soon after, surprising them by calling them from behind. In markets and malls, you would call out to them from behind as they were desperately searching for you when you suddenly disappeared.

You were too quiet, how you stared at your parents was too eerie... creepy...

All kids do that... naughty kids and if not that curious ones. Everyone dismissed your parent's worry when they tried to open up to them telling them it was just kids being kids. You know how creative kids can get?

It should be fine, right? After all, when they look at your smiling face full of happiness and you played in the dollhouse with your dolls they could not see anything wrong with it.

They choose to ignore it when they tried to reach you only to touch the wind as their hand passed through you yet the next time, panic they tried you again this time able to. They choose to be ignorant to the fact that you sometimes feel like frost when they touch you.

How many times your mother got small cuts from something sharp on the doll house cutting her fingers when she tried to clean it. Hostile, the eyes of the dolls were when you were at school, your dad rubbed his eyes to get a proper look only see... nothing.

Normal...

They wish they didn't see anything, didn't notice anything, that they were a normal family. Yet sometimes your mother would softly cry in your parent's bedroom away from your eyes or how your father sometimes was more prone to anger because he was too stressed.

They are scared.

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minnies-mochi · 8 months

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That's A Promise

Jujutsu Kaisen x Third year! Reader

Platonic and the reader is G/n.

Warnings: Suicide, uhhhhhhhhh mentions of weapons, child aboose(yes, the spelling is intentional), Mentions of death, and some else lmk though. MANGA SPOILERS

A/n: Yooo, lowkey I thought about this while playing Bungou Stray Dogs: TotL and listening to music. Didn't know what I was writing. It was more Reader than the other characters ngl. Enjoy this short story!

Shibuya, Japan

October 31, 2018

‘This mission….What the hell?!?!’

You woke up from your nap. Stretching, you pulled on your uniform jacket. A lot has happened yesterday. You were lost in thought, not noticing Yuuta, Itadori, and Megumi entering the room. “Y/n-Senpai!” Itadori waved a hand in your face. Snapping out of it, you faced Itadori, “hm?”. Oh, their planning on getting Hikari.

“Y/n-Senpai,....you’re close with Hakari, right?” Yuuta said with uncertainty. “Just because I'm in the same year as that idiot doesn’t mean I'm close with him… Although, if you’re going to suggest I convince him to fight in the Culling Games, I doubt he would listen to me…” I trailed off, getting lost in thought again. Yuuta couldn’t even blame you. Everything happened so fast.

Let’s get on with the flashback! 行きましょう！

Arriving in Shibuya. The train station was crowded with citizens as they were getting ready for a Halloween event for the night. Unaware of the events that were going to unfold. You bumped into a child. She seemed lost but something was off about her. Feeling the air above you shift, you looked up and spotted Gojo. You think he looked at you and he muttered “you got this”, before leaving.

A few minutes passed and suddenly, everybody in the crowd was panicking and dispersed trying to find an exit. The little girl in front of you didn’t move nor was she getting bumped into by the crowd. She just looked up to you. ‘She has cursed energy’ You narrowed your eyes, ‘but something is not right’. Once the crowd disappeared, you jumped back putting distance between you two. “What’s your name?” I asked, my stance unwavering. The little girl giggled before answering “E-mi-ko”, spelling it out.

“Eh? Aren’t you a little too young to be with the enemy?” I questioned. “Jujutsu sorcerer’s are the enemy” Emiko took a stance before lunging at me to attack which you thankfully dodged.

Oh, is that so?

“Oh that's right. Are you the one turning humans into your puppets?” I asked, keeping a mission in mind. Emiko smirked, “So what if I am?”.

Then I have no choice….

“I’ll have to execute you..”, I don’t want to do it because she’s just a child, but she’s turning humans into humanoid dolls. Toying with their bodies like dolls in a dollhouse, making them kill each other. I snapped my fingers, activating my cursed technique. Emiko smirked, getting prepared to use her cursed technique.

Concentrating, after snapping my fingers, a smoke bomb came to mind. In my hand, there was a smoke bomb. Quickly activating it, you threw it in Emiko’s direction before it finally set off. Smoke engulfing the area. Moving quickly, thinking of brass knuckles, they quickly appeared around your knuckles. Punching Emiko in the stomach before disappearing into the smoke again. Although Emiko took the punch, she just….smirked?

“It's that all you can do?” She taunted. You hear her voice coming in closer until you throw a device with your voice in a different direction, distracting her enough for you to move. “Impressive” Emiko said in amusement.

Now Standing above the area, on a metal support. “So, wanna play with a big kid?” I said cockily. Thinking of a weapon, an AK-47 appeared in two pairs. Wielding both guns in your hands, she responded “That sounds so fun!”. You shot multiple rounds into the smoke, making it disperse quickly. Emiko uses a dead corpse as protection. “Tch!”,

Enough games, I should just end this with…!

With Gojo, he sees what seemed like his best friend. “Yo Satoru!” Geto exclaimed. Gojo narrowed his eyes. ‘It's been about a few minutes since I last saw Y/n. I don’t know, I think I lost track, but I hope they left this area…!” Gojo thought, worried they might get injured if they were still there. Suddenly, the same little girl he saw earlier ran past him crying, “Wahh!! Geto, I don’t wanna play with them anymore!!”. She was hugging the impostor Suguru pretty tight. “I used my domain expansion and they didn’t seem to react to it! I NEED A REACTION TO CONTROL!!!”. She was wailing loudly before Imposter Geto patted her head, comforting her. Gojo, feeling a presence beside him, turned towards it. It was you.

“Aww, does the little baby not want to play with a big kid anymore?” You spoke in a teasing manner, but your tone was bland. Cursed energy spiked, ready to land another attack. Emiko panicked and ran down an empty hallway, trying to run from you. “One little sheep, two little sheep….” You counted down to ten before chasing after Emiko, catching up to her quickly. But she was already dead. Seeing another body next to her, you assumed she used her cursed technique to kill herself with. Leaning down to confirm if she actually did, kill herself.

She’s dead

Putting your hands together, as if you're praying. May she rest, but not in peace. Lol.

“-GOJO SENSEI HAS BEEN SEALED!!!!”

Eh?

Few hours in, you were comforting Itadori. “Just…die already…!”, wrapping your arms around Itadori from behind.

“Itadori, It’s not your fault. It’s not…!”

Here we are now fast forward to after unsealing Gojo. Thinking nothing of it, seeing Hakari and Kirara again. After a year and a half, the last time I’ve seen them was after the fight with Geto.

Kirara smiled brightly before hugging me tightly, “Y/n! It’s been a while!!”. I nodded at Kirara, “It has..”. Kirara frowned knowing that Hakari and they did not contact you during their suspension. Hikari spotted you, he seemed nervous “hey…” he trailed off. I stared at him blankly. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Kirara felt the awkward tension between the three of you. “You ran a fighting gig during your suspension, huh?” I asked, trying to loosen the atmosphere. “Kinji and I did a pretty good job managing it,” Kirara chimed. You nodded.

Hakari and Kirara knew you were an awkward character waaaay back into your first year. You warmed up to them soon until Hakari was suspended and Kirara left with Hakari. You became awkward again, especially after not getting any texts or calls from them.

Feeling a tense atmosphere, looking at the top of the stairs was Gojo in all his glory. Itadori said something that caused every one of his student’s to give him a smack on the back for good luck. We’ll win this and get Megumi back….

That’s a promise!

#jjk gojo #jjk megumi #jjk panda #jjk #jjk yuuji #geto suguru #suguru geto #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jjk hakari #jjk kirara

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crazybagelbitch · 9 months

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Polite prompt/request for Luke babysitting the Simmons kids? Maybe he needs to call in reinforcements and calls Penelope?

"Why did I agree to doing this all by myself?" Luke wonders out loud. He's doing his best and had plenty of practice babysitting younger cousins growing up, but it's been a while and he's gotten rusty. The kids are all happy and no one is hurt, so that's a plus, but he's not very effective at getting them not to leave the house a mess.

He hears another crash from the other room as he's putting chicken nuggets in the oven, and he prays Matt and Kristy will actually be home by 9 like they promised. It's 8:15 currently, so he just has to keep no one from dying until then.

"Guys?" he calls, popping back into the living room, "I heard a crash-- is everyone okay?"

"Yeah we're fine!" David announces gleefully, "Jake is just clumsy. Look, Lily and Chloe are fine. We would never let them get hurt."

"Oh never," Luke says, trying to defy the urge to roll his eyes.

He grew up with a little sister; there certainly were times that he "let" her get hurt despite his best efforts. Kids are tricky like that.

"Jake, you okay?"

"Yeah," he laughs, and at least that's one crisis averted, "I just tripped on the twins' dollhouse."

It seems at that exact moment, Chloe goes from giggling to realizing parts of the doll house got knocked out of place and the left side of it has crumbled. Luke rushes over to comfort her, but he's too late, she's already crying.

And of course, Lily starts crying, too.

Great.

"Okay, umm, it's okay," he says, lifting them both up in his arms, grateful that they're still small enough to hold at the same time, "I got this. I'll do my best to fix it."

Once he's managed to soothe the twins into going from scream crying to just sniffling, he puts them on the couch and looks over at the broken dollhouse. He thinks he knows how to fix it and where the parts go, but if he messes up and puts it back together wrong, the girls will only start sobbing again.

Sighing, he picks up his phone and dials someone he assumes is going to turn out to be a master of this arena.

"Luke?"

"Hey Penny, did you uh, play with dollhouses growing up by any chance?"

#garvez #sorta kinda at the end #luke alvez #penelope garcia #hope this is okay!

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snowangeldotmp3 · 2 years

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here, have a part two to this.

Robin can’t focus on anything that’s not the small vampire across from her. They’re supposed to be looking for one of Nancy’s necklaces, made from pure silver, to test one of Dustin’s stupid theories about what works against vampires and what doesn’t. But Robin can’t tear her eyes away from the brunette curls tucked behind Nancy’s ears.

“Stop staring at me,” she says, not looking up from her vanity.

Robin sputters, “Wha—I’m not—fine. I’m sorry.” Nancy looks at Robin’s reflection through the mirror on her vanity, red eyes playfully scanning Robin. Or sizing her up. Robin may never truly know if Nancy considers her food or not.

(Honestly, she’s okay with that.)

“It’s just…” Robin trails off. Nancy spins around, head cocked to the side.

“Just…what?”

“You have, like, cute little pointy ears now.” Robin smiles. Nancy’s expression turns deadly, but Robin knows there’s no bite behind it.

“I could kill you, you know,” she states, strolling up to Robin. Robin crosses her arms, an easy smile tugging at her lips.

“You could. But you won’t.” She watches Nancy’s face contort, fighting back her own smirk.

Nancy has to look up to fully meet Robin’s eye, challenging her. Do you really want to find out?

And then there’s the warm, funny feeling that Robin gets. Truthfully she felt it way before this happened, but something about Nancy’s situation pushed them together further. Robin would’ve done anything (and would still do anything) for Nancy because that’s just who Robin is and what friends do. She’s been reprimanded for it before, throwing herself into reckless abandon just for the sake of someone else, with little to no regard for her own life.

(If you had known Robin before, you would know that she’d be surprised that she’d made it this far. She’d gotten so bored with life, especially in Hawkins, that she genuinely didn’t know what else would come from it. Add that with the fact that she’d often felt like her whole life was one big error, a spirit placed--trapped--in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now she suffered the consequences. And then Starcourt happened. And while it was scary as hell, she thanked whatever deity was listening that something interesting was happening in Hawkins. Even if she did get drugged by Russians in the process. She’s glad she has made it this far; where else would she get to see vampires?)

But now…now Robin can’t imagine her life without Nancy. Without her wit, her sharp tongue, her competitiveness, and the way she’s the only one who can hold an intellectual conversation with Robin. The way Nancy is perhaps the kindest person she knows; even though Nancy denies this, Robin’s seen how she joins Holly, playing with the dolls in the dollhouse and her stuffed animals. She’s seen her old “costumes” from when she dressed up for Mike’s Dungeons and Dragons nights. (Robin has tried to convince her to do it again, only if she can relish in the adorable nerdiness that is Nancy Wheeler.)

Robin’s heartbeat picks up at the thought, and she hopes that Nancy can’t hear—or at least will ignore—the slight uptick in her heart.

She ignores how Nancy’s pupils look just a touch wider than they did a moment ago.

“Oh my god,” she says, Nancy’s stare still burning into her own, “are you trying to use thrall on me?”

Nancy laughs, “What? No!”

Robin struggles to keep her face firm, “Mhm. Mhm. Sounds like something someone trying to use thrall would say. Unless you’re just trying to get a good look at my eyes, Wheeler,” she finishes with a wink before dissolving into her own giggles.

Nancy smiles this time. It’s a real, full smile that shows her dimples and her fangs and makes her eyes sparkle. Not the closed-mouth ones she’d used to hide her fangs. Robin thinks that it’s gorgeous; she could stare at it forever.

The words spill out of Robin’s mouth before she can stop them, “I’ve missed that smile, Wheeler.”

Nancy stills. The smile—the beautiful, radiant, brilliant smile—drops from her face. Robin watches as Nancy fights the frown, lips quivering, trying to hold it together in front of Robin.

#my writing #my fics #not really a fic tho. but u know #stranger things #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #vamp nancy au #vampire nancy wheeler #i also perhaps have a third part to this but. we'll see.#feel free to reblog too! please.

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Persephone didn't even wait to be let in as she practically nudged the door open with her foot. Having exchanged her usual robe for a leather jacket with her club's logo on the back. "Hello, Grace."

After taking a few steps inside, she turned around, arms crossed one over the other. A smirk playing on her lips. "I'm keeping it simple today, because I have so many other places to be. You know me, places to go, people to see." Taking a few steps forward, she reached for one of Grace's stray locks, attempting to gently pluck at it and curl it around her finger.

"Tomorrow evening, Underworld. You on stage."

"Simple, right? And if you're wondering why, I could give you a hundred reasons as to why. But just call it getting even with me for shaming me for my own people. Don't worry, Apollo is getting his own too."

"If you don't want to come despite my subtle threat, then consider the following: Apollo in an apron trying to serve drinks. If that's not enough, then I don't know what you do for fun, dear." The Queen couldn't help but smirk playfully at the image of poor Apollo behind the counter. Yeah, she was absolutely enjoying this moment of impromptu revenge.

"It'll be fun."

// [@dolls-otherworldly-dollhouse]

She had grown used to the intrusions. Gods were not used to the concept of not invading someone's home as it pleased them, it seemed; but Grace didn't mind as much anymore. At the very least, they kept things lively; busy. It could be worse company, and that it was company at all made her content (the silence was one of the worst things; a constant reminder of how alone she was in a home that once belonged to two).

❝ Hey, ❞ is all she answers to the greeting, arms crossed but a smile playing upon her lips. For all their differences — and the issues along the way during the tempestuous days that led to her trial — she harbored no resentment against Persephone. It was nice to see her. ❝ Nice jacket. I like the look. ❞

A healthy weariness of her motivations to do anything, however, had become the standard after their trip to Hades. Grace knows better than to expect this to be simply a nice, friendly visit; she is certain that's not the case the moment the goddess mentions her busy schedule, so casual in her approach (gently playful, even, as she wraps a lock of black hair around her finger).

No question or protest is offered; Grace simply waits. Then it comes: the affirmation that is more demand than request. Not that the Muse minds it, this time. Persephone was asking no otherworldly favor, nothing dangerous or costly. Music was her domain; the stage is where she thrives. Plus Brian and Kaz would be over the moon about the opportunity; playing at a club that belonged to an Idol was no small feat, and the Underworld had quite the exclusive clientele.

Persephone is right that Grace does wonder the why, still. She knows Calliope had taken to the stage there before, but becoming a regular is not in her plans, if that was what the other intended. Getting even, however, sounds a lot more plausible an intention, coming from the Queen of the Underworld. ❝ Still sore about losing to a lost little girl, hm? ❞ The light hum is but the accent to already teasing tone. She tilts her head, amused as she looks up to meet Persephone's gaze. ❝ I think you'd do well to remember you didn't give me much of a choice to begin with. ❞

❝ Apollo, though? He had no part in what happened on the stage. ❞ A raised eyebrow, question obvious in brown eyes even before it is spoken. ❝ How would you even convince him to do that? He hated the noise and the crowd and, well, basically being there. ❞ And the picture painted, while potentially amusing, only made her more certain the God of Prophecy would be miserable in that situation. ❝ I can't imagine him doing that. Not willingly. What are you blackmailing him with? ❞

#* grace: in character.#grace vc: girl you could've stopped at 'you on stage' now i'm Concerned™️#dolls otherworldly dollhouse

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spacesquidlings · 4 months

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Elf Hysteria

Description: Hoping to start a new holiday tradition, Gavin and Rowan introduce an elf on the shelf to their children, to very mixed results. While some of the children are delighted by the doll, many of them (including Gavin) find themselves unnerved by their new guest from the North Pole.

Pairing: Gavin Bai x OC/MC (Rowan)

Warnings: Elf on a shelf

A/N: Not to be super weird on main but this is inspired by my 3 elves on shelves. I would be lying if I said I hadn't brought them into work to terrorize my coworkers (in good fun!!!) on occasion. All in good fun, no shelf elves were harmed in the making of this fic, happy holidays <3 (I also feel like it would be good to indicate that there are officially 5 baby Bai's, in order from oldest to youngest: Aurora, Wisteria, Cordelia and Gardenia (twins), Sorrel. Also featuring the Bai doggie, Stella <3)

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Wisteria eyed Aurora’s latest playmate with suspicion. Gavin would have found it funny if he hadn’t been unnerved by it too, by the eerie smiling face and the way its eyes seemed to follow him as he crossed a room.

Aurora, however, seemed completely unfazed by the tiny toy elf she had currently seated at the little table she used for her tea parties. It was supposed to be an elf on a shelf, and Rowan had brought it home just before the holiday season giggling about trying it out.

But only moments after explaining who the elf was when the kids had first seen it the morning after she’d hidden it, Wisteria had broken out into hysterics, all while Aurora had crawled onto the counter the elf was balanced on, clutching it to her chest.

“I’m going to give him some tea!” She had sung, jumping down with an expertness that had made Gavin suspicious that it hadn’t been the first time she’d crawled onto the counter.

Which would maybe explain why they were always running out of cookies so quickly, even when they were stashed in the cookie jar on the counter, supposedly out of reach of all of the girls.

After that, the rest had been history. Every night Aurora would tuck the elf into a doll bed in her princess castle dollhouse, and every morning she would search out the elf and bring it down from wherever it was perched that day to play with it and offer it tea and whatever treats he and Rowan had tried making that day.

Today she was setting a little plate with a palm sized nanaimo bar before the elf, chattering about the movies they’d played in her class that day. She even poured the elf a little cup of tea from her child-sized tea set, the hot water and tea Gavin had prepared for Aurora early steaming as it splashed into the little china cup before the elf.

Wisteria, however, was less than impressed with Aurora’s new playmate. She scowled, curling up behind Gavin like a feral cat, her eyes wide as they fixed on the elf.

“I don’t like him,” she grumbled.

Gavin ruffled her hair, unable to disagree. “He’s a little strange, isn’t he, baked potato?”

Wisteria threw herself backwards, arms splaying across the ground. “It’s like his eyes follow me. And he’s mean!”

Gavin arched a brow, turning fully toward Wisteria. “Oh? How is he mean?”

She pouted. “He gets to play pranks, but I can’t!”

Ah. Gavin grimaced, remembering when he and Rowan had awoken to half the house wrapped in Christmas wrapping paper, tags attached to everything marked with “from your elf.”

It had been Shaw, although neither Gavin or Rowan were able to say that. They’d given him a key to their house, meant to be used when he was babysitting the kids or helping when they were still newborns, and he had used it to slip inside in the middle of the night after hearing about the elf from Wisteria.

Which meant now, of course, they had to keep up appearances, performing minor pranks around the house whenever any of the girls misbehaved.

Which was utterly devastating to Wisteria, who seemed to despise the elf the most.

“I wanna do a prank,” Wisteria whispered, although her eyes darted towards the elf, currently being served another nanaimo bar. “But not with him.”

Gavin chuckled, scooping Wisteria into his arms. “Why don’t we go watch a movie, instead?”

“Can I have a cookie?”

He bounced her in his arms as he made his way towards the kitchen. “As long as I’m allowed one, too!”

He set her on the counter in the kitchen before reaching for the cookie jar, hoping there were still a few sugar cookies left from a few days ago.

He did not get a chance to find out, not right away at least, as Cordelia sprinted into the kitchen, wielding a foam sword.

“Hiya!” She shrieked, slashing it towards Gavin’s legs.

He was more taken aback than he was hurt, and he stepped back, eying her warily as she continued to smack the sword against his leg.

“What are you doing?” He asked, snorting as she let out another battle cry, whacking his knee.

“I’m starting a fight!” She cried.

He chuckled, crossing his arms. “And why are you doing that?”

“If the elf sees, I’ll get coal!” Cordelia sang. “And I want more rocks!”

Gavin’s brows shot up, right as Wisteria screamed like she’d been stabbed. He spun around, heart in his throat, arms thrown out to grab her in case she was falling or she’d hurt herself or was bleeding.

But Wisteria sat on the counter, perfectly healthy and safe, but she was kicking her legs out as she continued to scream, her amber eyes wild.

“No!” She shook her head furiously, her headband tossed from her head. “You can’t! The elf will see!”

Cordelia gave her a gap-tooth grin, whacking Gavin once more. “But I want it to!”

“Cordelia Sage!”

Cordelia gasped, her eyes going wide.

“Oh no,” she said, her voice a hushed whisper. “Mama.”

She bolted before Gavin could ask why she would be trying to hide from Rowan, her footsteps growing muffled as she vanished down the hall.

Wisteria had stopped screaming, although her bottom lip still trembled and fat tears were streaking down her cheeks.

“It’s okay, baked potato,” Gavin cooed, scooping her back up and tucking her beneath his chin. “It’s okay, you’re safe, you’re okay.”

She sniffled, burying her face against his chest. “I don’t want the elf to tell Santa!”

He bounced her gently, rubbing her back. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to be on the naughty list.”

Gavin bit back a smile, knowing he couldn’t laugh, certainly not when Wisteria was so upset. But it was a little funny, as she continued to whine, if she thought this alone would doom them all to a lifetime on the naughty list.

That in comparison to the number of times Wisteria had tried pranking them, scaring them, and hiding from them when it was bath time, Cordelia’s little outburst was beyond benign. Didn’t even rank on the naughty scale.

But he wouldn’t tell Wisteria that, instead choosing to hum gently, hoping it would soothe her.

Rowan poked her head into the kitchen a few moments later, as Wisteria’s tears turned to stray sniffles, her face pinched with annoyance, the remains of a butterscotch pudding cup smeared on the sleeve of her shirt, the pudding cup in question crushed in her hand.

Her expression softened as soon as she saw Wisteria weeping, and she rushed to Gavin’s side, chucking the pudding cup into the sink so she could draw Wisteria into her arms.

“Oh my love, what happened?” She asked, smoothing back Wisteria’s hair, not caring about the pudding on her shirt.

“Cordelia was being naughty,” Wisteria blubbered. “On purpose!”

Rowan’s brows shut up, and her gaze was sharp as it found Gavin’s. “She’s been doing that all day, it seems.”

He winced, reaching out to cup Rowan’s cheek, noting the dark bags clinging to her face, the chunks of hair falling from her hasty ponytail, and other splatterings of food over her shirt.

“What’s happened?” He asked, wanting to draw her against his chest, wanting to rub her back and hold her while she slept away the exhaustion weighing her down.

She’d been baking like crazy lately, for holiday bake-sales at the girls’ schools, and for Christmas at home. And she’d been trying to decorate the house all week, and find the girls new outfits for Christmas, and he knew she was running around still trying to find the one toy Gardenia had been begging them for all year.

Rowan gave him a wry smile, light sparking in her eyes. “Well, I was opening a pudding cup for Gardenia when Cordelia snuck up on me.” she sighed, tipping her head towards the pudding staining her shirt. “She smacked me with her sword and it spilled. And then she tried throwing her strawberries and raspberries at me.”

Another sigh, Rowan dropping her head so it fell against Wisteria’s. “Oh I just want to take a nap.”

Wisteria gasped, pulling away. “No nap, mama! I wanna play!”

“A nap for me, not for you!” Rowan laughed, wiping Wisteria’s cheeks. “But are you feeling a little better, baked potato?”

Wisteria nodded, although her expression remained solemn. It was so out of place on Wisteria’s face that Gavin had to resist the urge to try tickling her or acting goofy to cheer her up. His Wisteria was mischievous and loud, but she was rarely ever solemn.

“What were you and papa up to?” Rowan asked, balancing Wisteria against her hip. “Were you getting some treats?”

Another serious nod. Gavin pointed to the cookie jar, offering a small smile. “We were looking for some cookies.”

“Well,” Rowan said, her smile like the morning sun, washing away the shadows of his worries. Everything would be okay as long as she smiled, as long as she was here with him.

“Would you like to see a surprise?”

Wisteria cocked her head to the side, some of the light returning to her eyes, and Gavin nearly sighed in relief. She wasn’t one to remain serious for long, and it was nearly as unnerving as the elf that had caused this whole fiasco.

Rowan walked towards the fridge, throwing open the door to reveal a tray of freshly made blondies stuffed with oreo bits and crushed m&ms and chocolate chips.

“I was hiding these to have for dessert tonight, but I think you both deserve one for the ordeal you’ve gone through.”

Wisteria’s cheeks turned pink, and she beamed up at Rowan, her eyes bright as starlight. “Thank you, mama!”

Rowan set Wisteria down so she could take the tray from the fridge and set it on the counter to cut out the squares. She cut Wisteria’s first, wrapping it in a napkin before handing it to her with a kiss on the top of her head.

“There you go, my little love,” Rowan murmured, and Gavin’s heart melted a little, like chocolate and marshmallows warming on the stove. Afternoon sunshine was spilling in from the windows in the kitchen, washing over Rowan in a wave of gold. It lined her gentle smile, made her eyes glow. She was set alight, like a goddess in a priceless painting.

She straightened, seeming unaware of the way Gavin’s heart stumbled, his breath catching in his throat as she undid her ponytail, combing her hair back with her fingers as she smiled down at Wisteria, patting her head as she sent her to watch a movie with Gardenia.

“Babey?”

Gavin blinked, the world hazy, seeming to melt away as she watched him, barely a foot away.

She smiled, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Are you okay? Your face is all red.”

He blinked again, trying to shake himself from his stupor. It had been so many years and yet somehow looking at her he was enchanted all over again, like a spell was taking hold on his heart.

“I’m alright,” he said at last, feeling a little breathless although he had not been running. “Just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” She tilted her head to the side, her hair falling like a waterfall over her shoulder. He knew she would get it cut soon, she never usually let it get this long, especially not when their youngest, Sorrel, was becoming so fond of yanking on anything he could get his little hands on.

“That you look beautiful,” he said, so soft it could have been a snowflake flitting in the air, melting as it fell against her cheek.

But Rowan blushed, ducking her head as she quickly spun around to focus on the tray. “Are you trying to get a larger piece? Because bribery won’t work.”

He closed the distance between them in barely a stride, wrapping his arms around her waist and nestling his chin on her shoulder.

“No,” he breathed, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. “I’m just admiring my wife. Thinking about how lucky I am.”

She sighed, leaning into his embrace. “I love you.”

He brushed a kiss to her cheek. “And I love you.”

“So you’re really not trying to bribe me for a bigger piece?”

He chuckled, opening his eyes to peer down at the tray. “I mean, I’m not opposed to one, but that’s not my intention.”

Rowan sagged a little, hands falling on top of Gavin’s. “I’m so tired, babey. I feel like I’m falling apart. I don’t know how you can say such sweet things.”

“I would never lie to you,” he murmured, tightening his arms around her. “And I think you’re the most wonderful, beautiful person in the world.”

“I have pudding and berry stains all over my shirt.”

“And?”

She laughed at that, throwing her head back, shoulders shaking. It made Gavin smile, made his heart swell. He’d made her happy, he’d brought her even the tiniest sliver of joy.

“Why don’t you rest a little?” He asked, stroking her side. “Take a bath and lie down.”

“I can’t,” she groaned. “There’s so much to do. I still need to wrap some gifts, and I need to take some cards to the post office, and the twins’ preschool is having a theme week next week so I have to hunt down costumes for them, and-”

“Hey,” he cut her off gently, turning her in his arms to face him. “I am perfectly capable of handling those things. My request for additional time off for the holidays got approved.”

Her eyes lit up at that, like twin stars exploding to life in the night sky. “It did?”

He nodded, joy dancing in his heart like sunshine. He’d made her smile again, given her another piece of happiness.

“I’m off for the next few weeks. Which means I am more than capable of taking on the holiday errands while you rest.”

Her shoulders slumped. “But I-”

He shook his head. “No buts, pumpkin. You don’t need to be doing everything. Besides,” he winced at the sound of something slamming to the ground upstairs, followed by shrieks from Cordelia and Aurora. “If anyone deserves a break right now, it’s you.”

“What if the kids-”

He pressed his lips to hers, quieting her retorts. “I’ll make sure they leave you alone for a while. And anyways, you’re going to need your rest if we’re going to deal with-” He winced again as another thud sounded from upstairs, followed by a high pitched wail as the chaos woke Sorrel from his nap. “With the elf situation.”

Now Rowan winced too, her nose wrinkling as Cordelia sprinted down the stairs, shrieking her battle cries. “I think you might be right

***

With weeks of time off stretching before him, Gavin was able to ease the holiday stresses considerably. At least, he thought he might have been, if Rowan’s fading exhaustion and her warm smiles were anything to go by.

He’d gotten most of the decorations up outside the house while Rowan had taken the inside. He’d gone shopping for all of the holiday supplies they’d needed, from extra sugar and flour to new rolls of wrapping paper and stamps, at least two of the girls in tow. He took Aurora to her dance classes and Wisteria to her art classes. He did his best to get as many of the girls dressed in the morning before Rowan awoke. He made Christmas themed breakfasts and made sure to have the girls’ snacks tucked away in the fridge for later, and an extra few snacks ready for Rowan, too.

A little like the lunches she made for him for work, although he had yet to master making little sandwiches and bowls of fruit as cute as she did.

He was, however, getting better at icing cookies and frosting cupcakes.

Rowan would choose a treat to bake each day, and while she baked Gavin would clean up the kitchen, wiping down counters and washing bowls and spoons and whisks. And once the treats were cooled she would mix together different icings, setting some out for the girls to decorate, while she and Gavin saved a few for themselves.

At his daughter’s requests, he’d tried icing hearts, butterflies, flowers, and pink “rocks.” He’d even tried blending frostings together onto plain chocolate cupcakes so they would have pink and purple icing.

That particular attempt had not gone over that well, turning very messy very fast, but it had made the girls laugh, and Rowan had been kind enough to kiss the frosting from his cheeks.

He’d even tried moving the elf around the house, trying to make it seem like a more benign entity than Shaw had when he’d snuck into their house. The doll still gave him the creeps, though, and he found he would hold it at arms length as he tried determining where to display it next. And he would feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end while he prepared the scene around the elf, like it really was watching him, keeping an eye on all of his movements.

He wouldn’t feel safe again until he’d crawled back into bed with Rowan, burying his face against her chest and breathing in the gentle smell of her soap.

Today, he had set the elf in the living room, perching it on the piano. He’d arranged small plush toys he’d purchased on the piano bench underneath it as though they were having a tea party. He’d even set out little plates of snacks for the girls when they woke up, like the elf was trying to hold a tea party for them.

Aurora, of course, was thrilled, squealing with delight as she raced around the room, clasping her favourite axolotl plush to her chest, taking in the little scene.

Gardenia seemed more interested in the plates of cookies and the little pot of tea he’d set out than the elf, although she did shoot it a wary glance as she walked past, plucking one of the plushies from its spot and carrying it over to her favourite corner on the couch.

Cordelia huffed when she walked in, an impish gleam in her eyes as she marched towards the elf, snatching up a cookie in each hand and lifting them above her head like she was going to chuck them at the wall.

Gavin dove towards her, not wanting her to knock over any of the cups or plates, or, god forbid, knock over the tree.

But it was Wisteria who caught Cordelia’s hands before Gavin did, Wisteria’s eyes wide, her shoulders shaking, her eyes fixed on the elf.

“No throwing, Cordelia,” she whispered, prying the cookies from her sister’s hands. “Throwing is naughty.”

Cordelia huffed again, pouting. “I want coal!”

Snorting, Gavin scooped Cordelia up into his arms, tossing her into the air and catching her again. “You don’t want to be on the naughty list, do you?”

“Want more rocks!” She shrieked, wriggling in his arms. “Rocko needs friends!”

Now it was Gardenia who was huffing, and a quick peek at her confirmed she was rolling her eyes, her little nose wrinkling at the mention of Rocko, Cordelia’s beloved pet rock.

Who, likely not so coincidentally, Cordelia had insisted on giving the last gingerbread cookie to even though Gardenia had wanted it.

Rowan entered the living room last, their littlest, Sorrel, nearly a year old on Christmas day, cuddled in her arms. He still looked half asleep, blinking slowly as he scanned the room curiously.

“What’s going on?” Rowan asked, her lips quirking up in a half smile. “We were just getting changed when we heard shouting.” She bounced Sorrel in her arms, nuzzling her nose against his round cheeks. “Weren’t we?”

Sorrel giggled in response, babbling something incoherent.

“Mama, mama!” Aurora sang, running up to Rowan, bouncing on her toes. “The elf made us a tea party!”

Rowan’s eyes widened as she took in the room, her gaze falling on Gavin as her smile grew wider, her eyes soft. “The elf must be very fond of you all.”

Gavin’s knees felt a little weak, like they might give out on him at any moment. There were feathery wings brushing against the inside of his chest, a windstorm kicking up in his belly.

Her smile was sunshine in winter, rain in a drought. He wished she would hold him then, tucking his head beneath her chin and murmuring how she loved him against his hair.

“Yeah, but Cordelia tried throwing cookies!” Aurora continued, yanking Gavin from his reverie.

A line formed between Rowan’s brows as she readjusted Sorrel in her arms. “Oh my. Cordelia, why would you do that?”

Cordelia giggled, trying to crawl onto Gavin’s shoulders. “I want rocks!”

“Wisteria stopped her though!” Aurora sang, bouncing once more. “She rescued the day!”

Wisteria, for her part, was standing still as a statue, like she was petrified. She blinked as Rowan knelt down in front of her, setting Sorrel on the ground before wrapping Wisteria in a tight hug.

“I love you,” she said, kissing the top of Wisteria’s head. “You’re the sweetest.”

Wisteria buried her head against Rowan’s shoulder, much quieter than usual.

Beside them, Sorrel started fussing, his bottom lip trembling as tears began to slip from his eyes. He was usually the sweetest, cuddliest baby, but he never liked being set down.

He rolled onto his belly, babbling, and Gavin set Cordelia down so he could draw Sorrel into his arms, rocking him and singing softly to calm him down. Aurora plopped down on the floor beside Gavin, setting her axolotl to the side and making grabby hands at Sorrel.

“Can I holds him?” She asked, beaming. “I wanna holds him!”

“Be very careful, okay?” Gavin said, gently settling Sorrel in Aurora’s arms, making sure she was supporting his head. “He’s still a baby, you have to be gentle.”

“I’m gentle with him!” She sang, kissing the downy hair on his head. “He loves to cuddle me!”

In response, Sorrel cooed, little hands grabbing at Aurora’s hair.

“See?! He loves me!”

Gavin ruffled Aurora’s hair, keeping a close eye on her. Aurora was much more careful in comparison to the other 3 girls, but she was still little and he wasn’t about to leave her with the baby unsupervised.

“What about me, mama?!” Cordelia cried, stomping at Rowan’s side. “Am I da sweetest?!”

Rowan laughed, drawing Cordelia into her lap. “You, my little tater tot, are being the naughtiest right now.”

Cordelia squealed as Rowan tickled her, cheeks turning red as she squirmed in her mother’s grip.

“Mama, I’m gonna pee!”

Rowan released her immediately, patting her back as she crawled from her lap. “You better run! Before you pee!”

Giggling, Cordelia stumbled away, shrieking when she nearly ran into their dog Stella, who was watching the shenanigans from a safe distance.

Rowan stood, stretching her arms above her head. “Well I’d better go help her. She hasn’t quite mastered the potty yet.”

It was only once Rowan and Cordelia were gone that Gavin noticed the room was strangely quiet, and after doing a quick headcount realized they were missing one of the girls.

“Did you see where Wisteria went?” He asked Aurora, who only shook her head as she pinched Sorrel’s cheeks.

“Be gentle,” Gavin chided. “Don’t pinch his cheeks like that.”

“But they’re so chubby!” She said, pouting. “And you and mama pinch our cheeks.”

“That’s different, sweet potato,” he said, gently taking Sorrel back into his arms. “You all are big enough to know we do it because we love you. But all he thinks is that it hurts.”

Her shoulders drooped. “Oh.”

“That’s okay, I’m sure he knows you love him, though.”

Aurora leaned forward to kiss Sorrel’s cheeks. “I’m sorry! I wubs you, please don’t be mad at me!”

Sorrel cooed in response, smiling up at Aurora.

“I think he forgives me!”

Gavin chuckled. “I’m sure he has. Now why don’t you play for a little while I go look for your sister.”

“Okay, papa!”

Gavin found Wisteria a few minutes later, hiding under her bed with her favourite dolls, muttering quietly to herself.

“Hey there, baked potato,” he said, setting Sorrel down so he could peek under the bed. “What are you doing?”

Wisteria sighed. “I’m playing.”

“Playing all alone?”

She nodded, eying Sorrel warily as he scooted himself under the bed with her. She pulled her dolls closer to herself, eyes narrowed as Sorrel made a grab for them.

“Papa, is he gonna bite my dollies?”

Gavin grabbed Sorrel’s waist, dragging him out from under the bed. “He won’t.”

“But he was biting Gardenia’s dollies yesterday.”

He frowned, even as Sorrel giggled, seemingly unfazed by being dragged out from under the bed. “Has he been biting anything else?”

She nodded. “He was chewing on Stewwa’s fish toy, too.”

Sorrel laughed, babbling unintelligibly. Gavin pursed his lips. That meant he was probably starting to teethe. They’d have to get him some teething toys to try and stop him from chewing on anything else.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t bite any of your toys, okay?” He said, looking back at Wisteria.

“Okay, papa.”

“What are you doing under here, anyways?”

She shrugged. “Playin. I don’t wanna play with the elf.”

Ah, that made sense.

“Even though the elf made you a nice tea party? And brought some early presents yesterday?”

Wisteria shook her head. “He’s spooky, I don’t like him.”

Gavin could not agree more.

“Do you want me to play with you?”

Another shake of her head. “No, that’s okay, papa.”

He hummed, deciding it was probably best to leave her for a while. He wouldn’t deny her some quiet time alone if that’s what she wanted.

“Let me know if you want me to play with you,” he said, scooping Sorrel up as he stood.

“Cordelia, you have to wash your hands!”

The sound of Rowan chastising Cordelia drew Gavin from the room, and he made his way to the bathroom, leaning against the wall and trying very hard not to laugh as he watched Rowan try to get a very unwilling Cordelia to wash her hands.

When they were finally done the bathroom counter was covered in soapy water, and rivulets of water dripped from Rowan’s cheeks as Cordelia skipped away.

“Potty training that one is going to be the death of me,” Rowan grumbled wiping her face.

“Did she miss?”

Rowan sighed, a tired smile curling at her lips. “No, but she tried to get up before she’d wiped, and then she fought with me as I tried helping her get her clothes back on, and she didn’t want to wash her hands.”

Gavin transferred Sorrel to one arm, cradling him as he held his other out to Rowan, drawing her close. “You’re doing amazing.”

Rowan sighed, her breath soft against his throat. “Am I? I feel like I’m doing everything wrong. I can hardly manage to keep them all out of trouble.”

Gavin chuckled. “I can’t even keep them all out of trouble. But that’s why there’s two of us, so at least we stand a chance.”

Another sigh, although he thought maybe just maybe there was a bit of laughter in her voice. “I suppose.”

Rowan peeked up, smiling at Sorrel, nestled against Gavin’s chest. “At least this tiny potato isn’t causing too many problems for us yet.”

Gavin winced at that. “Well, actually…”

Rowan slumped against Gavin’s chest as he told her that Sorrel had been biting things lately, and that they would probably need to get him some teething toys soon.

“I guess I can go out after breakfast,” she mumbled, hands twisting into the fabric of Gavin’s shirt. “Although I don’t really want to drive today, the roads are probably still bad from the snow we got last night.”

“I’ll go,” he offered, kissing the top of her head. “You stay here and I’ll go buy some teething toys. And,” he added, grinning a little. “I’ll take Cordelia with me too, to make sure she doesn’t get up to any mischief here.”

“I love you,” Rowan breathed. “I don’t tell you enough, but I love you.”

“Pumpkin, you tell me plenty,” he said, nose bumping against hers, their breath tangling together. “Although I can always stand to hear it more.”

***

After breakfast, Gavin and Rowan tag-teamed getting the girls dressed, Gavin handling the twins while Rowan handled the two older girls. Cordelia fussed the most, annoyed that she was being forced to run errands so early instead of throwing snowballs with her sisters.

“We’ll have fun, tater tot,” Gavin promised, hefting her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Maybe we’ll even get some treats!”

“I don’t wanna!” Cordelia cried, little fists smacking against Gavin’s back. “I wanna play!”

“We won’t be that long, and you can play when we get home.”

She tried to raspberry his neck, but he yanked her away, laughing as she squealed.

Wisteria watched them solemnly as Gavin got Cordelia ready to go out, fitting her hat over her head and her mitts and trying to tie up her boots, although she was not making it particularly easy for him.

“What’s going on, baked potato?” Rowan asked, kneeling down beside Wisteria. “Do you not want to go out and play?”

Wisteria eyed her sisters getting ready to play out in the snow, and Gavin noticed for the first time that Aurora was clutching the elf, her face already bright pink from her excitement.

“Can I go with papa?” She asked, turning pleading eyes on Gavin. “Please? I wanna go to the bookstore!”

Gavin opened his mouth, closed it again. He could not blame Wisteria for wanting to get away from the elf if she could. That thing was definitely haunted, he was almost sure of it.

“Of course, baked potato,” Rowan said, kissing the top of her head. “Let’s get you ready.”

A few minutes later he was buckling both Cordelia and Wisteria into their carseats, promising that yes he would play the Christmas carols they wanted to listen to, yes he would play the disney princess karaoke CD afterwards.

He had been under the impression that they wouldn’t take very long, just needing to run into the toy store to find a few teething toys then back out again. But he had neglected to remember that it was the holiday season, which meant every store would be overrun with panicked last minute shoppers, which meant that the roads would be clogged with people racing between stores.

And, it didn’t help that the roads were still absolutely abysmal, the snowplows seeming to have forgotten to clear most of the roads after the storm from the previous night.

Just finding a park spot at the mall was nearly impossible with all the other drivers scooting around the lot haphazardly, with streams of pedestrians sneaking in around the idling cars.

It was by sheer luck alone that he was able to find a park spot in the very back of the lot, wedged between a massive pickup truck and a sports car that had double parked.

He frowned at the sports car, not understanding how someone could park that poorly, especially now when parking spots were more valuable than gold.

Maybe they had done it on purpose. It was possible, hoping to avoid damage to their expensive vehicle but giving it so much space there was no way someone could scratch it with a door swung too-wide.

The driver had clearly not taken into account that taking up so much space would not protect them from the sticky fingers of children.

In particular, Gavin’s children.

He’d unbuckled Cordelia first, although looking back he would question why he would ever do such a thing, setting her on the ground and making her swear up and down that she would not move from his side while he unbuckled Wisteria.

He had only been turned away for a minute at most, but Cordelia had scampered over to the sports car, running her finger over the side of the car, streaking mud and what was probably icing from the cupcake she’d snagged before they’d left.

“Cordelia!” He called, but it was far too late as she started drawing hearts on the side of the car with the mud and slush splatter from the messy roads.

He set Wisteria down, plucking Cordelia up before she could do any more damage.

“We don’t do that on other people’s cars, okay?”

She giggled, but nodded her head. “Okay, papa.”

Heaving a sigh, Gavin just hoped the owner wouldn’t know it was them. Cordelia hadn’t done anything illegal, but he really didn’t want to deal with someone trying to scream at his three year old.

“Let’s go you two,” he said, scooping Wisteria into his arms next, balancing her on his shoulder. “Let’s go get some things for your brother.”

“And da bookstore?” Wisteria asked, pulling on his hair.

Gavin winced. “Yes, and we can go to the bookstore.”

“Can we gets ice cream?” Cordelia asked, a cold, tiny hand grabbing his ear.

“It’s cold today, do you really want ice cream?”

Cordelia hummed, her gaze flickering ahead of them, as though she had completely forgotten what he’d just asked.

Shopping with the girls posed another complication, and Gavin regretted not bringing the stroller with him. Or even one of the backpack leashes they sometimes used on the twins when they couldn’t bring the big stroller anywhere.

The stores were busy, the mall hallways so crowded it was nearly impossible not to get bumped or shoved. He kept his hold on the girls as long as he could, but when they got to the toy store, he didn’t hesitate before grabbing a cart and dropping them both into it.

Wisteria giggled, standing up right away and throwing her hands above her head. “Papa! What are you doing?!”

He laughed. “A little shopping, what does it look like?”

“Well you can’t buy us!” She cried. “We’re not for sale!”

“You’re not?” He lifted her hat from her head, then peeked under one of her pigtails, pretending to look for a price tag. “Hmm, I don’t see a price.”

“Cause we’re not for sale, papa!” She laughed.

“But you’re in the cart!” He said, maneuvering it around the hoards of people wandering around the store.

“You put us here!”

“Well because I saw two little girls and wanted to buy them!”

Wisteria fell backwards, laughing so hard she couldn’t stand. Cordelia giggled along with her, although she seemed lost as to whatever joke was being bounced between Gavin and Wisteria.

A few people shot them dirty looks from how loud Wisteria was being, but he decided he didn’t mind. She was five and she was silly and she wasn’t harming anyone. He would not stop her from laughing or expressing her joy.

The baby section was, miraculously, relatively quiet in comparison to the rest of the toy store. He was able to find the aisle with the teething toys relatively quickly, although that was little comfort when he found himself faced with what felt like a hundred different options.

“What do you girls think?” He asked, holding up a few different options. “What do you think Sorrel will like more?”

Wisteria grabbed for a colourful teething ring immediately, but Cordelia took a while longer to consider, stuck between a banana and an elephant shaped toy.

“Both,” she said at last, pointing to the two of them.

Gavin laughed, unable to say no as she grabbed at the toys, clutching them to her chest. “You think Sorrel will like these two?”

“Yes, yes!” She sang, wiggling in the cart. “He likes to chew!”

Wisteria pouted. “As long as it’s not my dollies.”

Gavin ruffled her hair, snorting. “With these he’s much less likely to chew on your toys, Wisteria.”

“Good, they’re going to a party tonight.”

“Oh are they?” He began pushing the cart from the baby section, although he was forced to make a pit stop in the barbie aisle, both Wisteria and Cordelia trying to crawl from the cart so they could wander as they pleased.

“Potatoes, you need to stick together,” he called, grabbing Cordelia’s hand before she could stumble out of sight, barely missing Wisteria as she waddled away, a barbie doll set in her arms.

“Wisteria you can’t have that,” he said, trying to pry the box from her.

“But I wants it!” She cried, tears already falling from her cheeks.

“You have enough dolls.

“But I need them for the party!”

Cordelia decided that she absolutely had to get in on the action, bursting into tears too.

Gavin sighed, massaging his brow.

The proper, mature thing to do was to tell them no, the dolls had to go back. But there were also 4 dolls in that set, and he knew for a fact neither he or Rowan had gotten any of the girls that particular set.

The decision was pretty easy, when he considered how he did not want to handle carting two wailing daughters from the mall.

He plucked the box from Wisteria’s arms, dropping it into the cart. “You can have it as long as each of your sisters also gets a doll.”

“Okay, papa!”

Her tears were already gone, vanishing as if they had never existed.

Sighing, Gavin scooped the girls up, depositing them back into the cart. “That’s it, okay? No more detours.”

“What about the bookstore?”

“And doughnuts!”

He frowned at Cordelia. “I thought you wanted ice cream.”

“Doughnuts! Doughnuts!”

Gavin heaved out a long breath, regretting he had forgotten the stroller. He would have to let one of the girls walk at this rate, or rent one of the mall strollers, although he had a sneaking suspicion that there would be none available.

The mall was packed and he had seen at least ten of the strollers available for rent in the time it took him to get from the entrance to the toy store.

“Alright, alright,” he said, giving in to their demands. He had never been one for saying no to their mother, and it seemed like his inability to deny her even the smallest thing that would bring her joy had carried over to their children.

But how could he say no when they shared her smile, her laugh? Aurora and Wisteria arguably looked the most like Rowan, with darker hair and eyes, but he could see her in the twins, too, in their smiles and the dimples in their cheeks.

“Let’s buy these first,” Gavin said, gesturing to the toys in the cart. “And then we’ll go to the bookstore, and then we’ll get some food, okay?”

The girls cheered, and Gavin couldn’t stop the smile that bloomed across his face, not that he would ever want to. Joy blossomed in his heart, unfurling like petals of a new flower in the spring.

As long as his girls were happy, then he was happy, too.

***

The “short errand run” ended up taking more than a few hours, and Gavin would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little tired as he pulled the car key from the ignition, frowning at the bags stuffed between the girls in the backseat.

There had been the things they’d bought at the toy store, of course, and then Wisteria had been desperate to go into the bookstore. He had been viscerally reminded of all the times he’d gone to bookstores with Rowan in the past as his five year old had led him and Cordelia around the children’s section, flipping through different picture books before handing them to Gavin, much like Rowan did.

He’d ended up with a stack of six books before he’d had to stop Wisteria, dragging her from the aisles before she could find something else she desperately needed.

But then she’d just started running for another section of the store, shouting at him that her mama would want something, too.

And Wisteria had not been wrong on that either, and Gavin had quickly found himself adding a few more books to the pile before he managed to get himself and both girls through the checkout line and back into the mall.

And then they had ended up in another store, Cordelia utterly enchanted by the sparkly rocks that were on display in a small metaphysical shop that had recently opened up. He’d ended up caving and buying her a few crystals, and she’d clutched them in her arms as they’d made their way through the mall and back to the parking lot, rocking them like babies.

The next stop had been to find treats for the girls, because Cordelia had been insisting on treats, and Wisteria had quickly taken up the cry. But that meant he had to buy treats for all of the girls, and the bakery sold some nice bread too, so maybe he would buy some for dinner that night.

Things had spiralled from there, and now Gavin found himself glaring at the bags of things that needed to be carried in, and the two little girls who would certainly not be of much help.

He had considered, at one point as they’d been trapped in bumper to bumper traffic, that he should mention that the elf would likely tell Santa that the girls were being very naughty and very demanding, but he didn’t want to risk the potential for very negative side effects.

Wisteria was finally acting more like herself again, and she wasn’t nearly as jumpy as she’d been over the last few weeks. She was loud and bright and silly and demanding, and he didn’t want to dampen her joy.

As for Cordelia, well…

He didn’t want to give her a reason to act out any further, or to be trying to be naughty. He didn’t know how much more of it he could take.

So he decided not to mention the elf, deciding that caving in and buying the girls treats and toys was much better than the alternative.

“I wanna see mama!” Wisteria cried, throwing her hands in the air. “I wanna show her my books!”

Gavin chuckled, ducking as he narrowly missed her fists. “You have to sit still, baked potato, or else I won’t be able to unbuckle you.”

She groaned, slumping back in her seat. “I wanna see mama.”

“I’m sure she’s missed you very much.”

“I gonna show mama my rocks!” Cordelia sang, still rocking the crystals Gavin had bought her. “They’re pwetty.”

He hummed, smiling as he finally released Wisteria from her car seat and set her on the ground. “Very pretty.”

He unclipped Cordelia next, and he had barely dropped her to the ground before she was already stumbling up the driveway to the front door, squealing furiously when she couldn’t quite reach the handle.

“Just a minute,” Gavin called, trying to grab hold of all of the bags so he didn’t have to make a second trip.

“Papa!”

“Papa, I’m freezing!”

He laughed, as he came up to the door, throwing it wide for the girls to run through. “You both need to learn some patience.”

“Boooo!”

“Booooo!”

He snorted, kicking the door closed before setting down his bags. He hoped Rowan would be happy with what he’d purchased. He’d gotten things for the girls, and he’d gotten a few extra special things just for Rowan. Just so he could see her beautiful smile a little longer.

But the sight that greeted him was not the welcoming smile or hugs he was usually greeted with. Only Stella raced to the entrance, tail wagging, knocking Cordelia and Wisteria over before they’d gotten their shoes off as she licked their faces.

Gavin helped the girls get their jackets and boots off before taking his off, his curiosity piqued as he padded through the house. It was awfully quiet, and for a moment his stomach churned as he worried whether something had happened.

But as he walked into the living room all of his worries melted away, his eyes falling on the couch, where four bodies were all snuggled together, fast asleep.

Rowan was slumped on her side, Sorrel snuggled against her chest. Aurora must have crawled into the pile at some point, wedging herself between Rowan’s legs and the back of the couch, while Gardenia had snuggled herself up next to Sorrel.

“Papa, can I-”

Gavin gently scooped Wisteria up, shushing her before she could wake the others. “Hush, baked potato. Mama and everyone are sleeping.”

“I wanna open the barbies,” she whined, her bottom lip popping out in a little pout.

“Later,” he promised, carrying her from the room. “For now, would you like to help me with making dinner?”

Her eyes grew wide, and she nodded furiously. “Can we has hot dogs?”

“I was thinking something else, maybe that spicy pork-”

“Hot! Dogs!”

He laughed, covering her mouth. “Quiet, Wisteria. You’ll wake everyone up.”

She licked his hand and he yanked it away, snorting.

“You’re being awfully naughty right now.”

She huffed, turning her little head away. “I’m not the naughty one, Cordelia is!”

“What’s she doing now?”

“She’s trying to hide the barbies.”

Wincing, Gavin set Wisteria down, taking her hand. “Will you show me?”

In the end, Gavin had to stop Cordelia from hiding the barbies, and then hiding the books, and then trying to steal the pastries he had bought for everyone for dessert.

It wasn’t until he managed to get a few moments to set up the playpen and dump some of Cordelia’s favourite toys in it, followed by Cordelia herself, that he was able to start prepping dinner.

“Papa?”

Gavin looked up from the onions he was cutting as Wisteria pulled on his shirt. “What is it, love?”

“Did you put Cordelia in baby jail?”

“I did put Cordelia in baby jail. She was being naughty.”

“Will you put me in baby jail, papa?”

He wiped his hands on a dishcloth before crouching down, ruffling her hair. “Not unless you’re naughty, baked potato.”

“Can I help you cook?”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Sure, love. Why don’t you go get your stool and you can help.”

Rowan was the first of the four to wake, and Gavin heard her trying to extricate herself from the snuggle pile she had been buried in. He peeked his head into the living room to see her crawling around the girls still sleeping, practically vaulting from the couch so she didn’t disturb them.

“What smells so good?” She asked, yawning as she fell into his arms.

“Just something me and Wisteria have been making.”

She gave him a sleepy smile, nuzzling her face against his neck. “You didn’t have to, I would have cooked.”

“I wanted to,” he said, smiling as she yawned again. “And besides, Wisteria was very excited to help.”

“Was she now?” Rowan’s eyes blinked slowly, like she could still hardly keep them open. “Where is she now?”

Gavin hummed, unsure. She’d vanished once he’d started on the rice, deciding that making rice was far too boring for her.

“I’m not sure.”

“That cannot bode well.”

He chuckled, running a hand through Rowan’s hair. “Well she’s been on her best behaviour lately, so I doubt it’s that bad.”

“You were gone for so long,” Rowan whined, wrapping her arms around his waist. “What were you all doing?”

He hesitated, scratching at the back of his neck. “Well…”

She narrowed her eyes. “Gavin.”

“Okay, okay,” laughing, he relented, wrapping his arms around her once more. “I could never keep anything from you.”

Gavin recounted the afternoon as they searched for Wisteria, Rowan laughing when he explained what had happened at the bookstore and the bakery.

“Well, I am glad you went out,” Rowan said, checking inside the closet in their bedroom. “Sorrel tried to bite me twice.”

He blinked, grabbing her arm before she could stop him. “He did? Are you okay?!”

Rowan covered Gavin’s hand with hers, tracing the pad of her index finger over the back of his hand. “I’m okay, babey. He’s only little.”

He closed his eyes, drawing her against his chest. “I know, I know. I just don’t want you hurt.”

“Well now that we’ve got the teething toys, he should focus on those instead!”

Gavin chuckled. “You’re right.”

She stood on her toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I am right. But we still haven’t found Wisteria.”

They found her only a few minutes later, curled up underneath the tree, glaring out at the elf, perched once more on the piano.

“What are you doing down there, love?” Rowan asked, prying Wisteria from her hiding place to cradle her against her chest.

“Watchin’ the elf,” she said, eyes narrowed.

“Why are you watching him?”

“To see if I can stop him from coming back.”

Gavin snorted, ruffling her hair. “We’ll have to send a letter to Santa asking the elf not to come back.”

“Pwease!” She wailed, covering her face. “Pwease! He’s scawwy.”

Gavin had to agree with her there. He could not get used to the elf, despite being the person who had been in charge of moving it around for a few weeks now.

“Well let’s stop spying for now, okay?” Rowan murmured, smoothing Wisteria’s hair back. “Dinner is just about ready, and I want to try the food you and papa worked so hard on.”

Wisteria beamed at that, wiggling from Rowan’s arms to race towards the kitchen. She skidded to a stop though, eyes wide.

“What is it?” Gavin asked, wrapping his arms around Rowan’s waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, savouring the feel of her against his chest.

He wanted to take a nap with her, wanted to lie down and hold her tight in his arms for a while.

“Does this mean we’ll have to let Cordelia out of baby jail?”

***

Dinner did in fact mean that Cordelia would be released from the “baby jail” as Wisteria and Aurora often called the playpen. She scowled at Gavin, whining to Rowan that she had been locked away with no one to play with.

Rowan had responded by kissing Cordelia’s cheeks and telling her that she can’t be naughty anymore, to which Cordelia only got more annoyed.

She wanted to be naughty, so she could get coal!

The logic behind her vehement need to act naughty to earn coal was beyond Gavin’s understanding. He was pretty sure coal wasn’t even really a rock.

After dinner, Gavin was nearly too absorbed in cleaning up the dishes, listening to Rowan chat about how excited she was for the books he’d bought her, that he almost missed Cordelia shoving a chair next to the counter where the sprinkles and icing for the cookies Rowan was going to bake that night were waiting.

He had only just turned, planning to chase her around with soap foam on his hands until she forgot about the decorations, when he saw Wisteria dart out from under the table.

Why Wisteria was under the table was not knowledge he was privy to, but she’d been running around on two feet long enough that Gavin rarely questioned when she popped out of strange hiding places he hadn’t thought to look at.

He nudged Rowan so she turned too, and they both watched as Wisteria grabbed Cordelia by the wrists, dragging her from the table.

“You can’t!” Wisteria shrieked. “‘Delia you can’t! What if the elf sees!”

Cordelia squealed, trying to wrestle her sister. “I wants it to! And I wants sprinkles!”

“You can’t have sprinkles without cookies!”

“Yes I can!”

Struggling to contain their laughter, both Gavin and Rowan had to pry the girls apart, taking them to separate rooms until they both calmed down enough to apologize to each other.

It seemed like Wisteria had taken it upon herself to put out fires as they started, appearing in the twins’ like she had stepped from the shadows as Gavin was just about to take Cordelia for her nighttime bath.

He peeked around the corner, letting Cordelia run wild for a minute as Wisteria caught Gardenia, something gray clasped in her hands.

“Don’t do it,” Wisteria said, eyes wide. “Don’t hurt the rock.”

Gavin arched a brow, watching as Gardenia wilted, handing Wisteria the precious Rocko the rock.

“If the elf saw that it would be bad,” she chided, as though she were filled with wisdom, setting Rocko back onto his bed. “We have to be extra good to make up for Cordelia being bad.”

Gardenia nodded, throwing herself on her bed. “Can we play fairies?”

Wisteria brightened up at that, her somber expression gone as she grabbed a blanket from Gardenia’s bed.

Gavin smiled, his heart warm as he turned to head towards the bathroom, listening to the sounds of the girls laughing as they played.

But his heart was not warm for long, as Cordelia darted past his feet, all the rubber ducks they owned clutched in her hands, screaming as she headed for the stairs.

He swore, turning around to catch her, her high pitched giggles echoing through the house.

***

Bedtime was the most exhausting part of the day, and lately Gavin had been feeling so fatigued he was sure he would collapse on the spot, his body so heavy it could hardly move.

Somehow, through means he did not know, he had managed to get the twins to bed. Had managed to get Aurora to bed. Had offered Rowan something to eat while she had taken care of Sorrel, who was being fussier than usual, from a cold they both suspected he had caught from one of the girls.

There had been a bug going through the twins’ daycare, and although both of them hadn’t seemed to show any symptoms, Gavin was pretty sure it had been passed to poor Sorrel. Meaning it was nearly impossible to get him to sleep.

He stayed outside Sorrel’s room, listening as Rowan sang to him softly, listening as the floorboards creaked beneath her feet as she settled him into his crib.

Rowan gasped when Gavin took her hand, drawing her against his chest.

“Gavin, you scared me!” She hissed, smacking his chest. “What if we woke up Sorrel again?!”

Gavin nuzzled his nose against hers, unable to stop from smiling. Oh how he loved her, even as she chastised him.

“I missed you.”

He could feel her melting a little in his arms, leaning against him. “I missed you, too.”

“Today has been so long, and I wanted some time with just you.”

She peeled away, arching her brow. “Have you put all the girls to sleep?”

He nodded. “Just about. I figured you’d have your hands full with Sorrel.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, ‘just about?’”

He took her hand again, guiding her down the stairs. “Well, I wanted to show you what Wisteria has been up to.”

He guided her into the living room, to where the tree stood sparkling with gold and red and green lights tangled on its branches. He pointed to the ground, where a lock of brown hair could be seen peeking out from beneath the tree.

“My sweet girl,” Rowan murmured, kneeling down to draw Wisteria from beneath the tree. “She fell asleep under there.”

He nodded. “She told me she was ‘on patrol’ and that she couldn’t go to bed yet. I told her she could have five more minutes and found her asleep like that.”

Rowan cradled Wisteria gently, brushing kisses to her brow. “I don’t know how we did it, but she might be the funniest kid in the world.”

He laughed at that, smoothing back Wisteria’s hair as she snored, eyelids twitching from whatever dream she was lost in. “I think she might be.”

“I’ll put her to bed,” Rowan offered. “And then…”

He arched his brow as she trailed off. “And then?”

Rowan kissed his cheek, her smile sly. “Then perhaps we can have a little time together, just the two of us.”

His breath caught in his throat, his mind emptying of thoughts, like they were burned away beneath the fire building beneath his skin.

His fatigue was still there, like shackles around his wrists and ankles. But he found it didn’t bother him as much as before, and he found himself trying to busy himself with tidying up while he waited for her.

But he froze when he saw the elf staring at him. He glared at it, turning it around to face the wall. He certainly did not need the elf keeping watch right now.

***

The misadventures with the elf finally reached their climax on the strangest of days.

A Tuesday, a little over a week before Christmas. Rowan had finally finished her baking frenzy that morning, and Gavin was helping her to clean up the kitchen, letting her know that she absolutely had to sit and read the books he’d bought her now. That she had to sit right in his lap and let him cuddle her for a few hours before she could get up once they were done cleaning.

She was laughing, her cheeks the soft pink of the flowers he had purchased for her earlier when he’d gone out to pick up more eggs and milk. They were peonies, their soft perfume filling the kitchen, reminding him of spring.

He would have to buy some more, to set on the dresser in their bedroom. Rowan loved peonies, and the pink of their petals reminded him of her cheeks when he kissed her.

They were nearly done washing up the pots and pans when a shriek cracked through the room, followed by different voices shouting.

“Cordelia, give him back!”

“Cordelia, no!”

Gavin almost didn’t want to look, but he knew that he had to.

He and Rowan sprinted into the living room, taking in the chaos of the scene.

All five of their children were in the room. Aurora trying to have a tea party with Gardenia and Wisteria, Sorrel in his playpen, and Cordelia snatching the elf from its place of honour at Aurora’s tea party table.

It was like Gavin was watching everything in slow motion, watching as Aurora cried helplessly, her arms outstretched as Cordelia snagged the elf. As Wisteria leapt from her seat, eyes wide. As Cordelia cackled, racing to Sorrel’s playpen and dropping the elf inside.

As Sorrel, sweet little Sorrel, who was in the midst of teething, picked up the elf, curious more than anything. And slowly tried biting the elf’s head.

Gavin blinked, and was suddenly snapped back to the present, everything moving at normal speed once more. Aurora was shrieking, racing to the playpen, and Wisteria sat, petrified.

And Sorrel, their sweet, little, cuddly Sorrel, sat perfectly content chewing on the leg of the elf.

“Oh mama!” Aurora wailed, tearing herself from the side of the playpen and racing towards Rowan. “Mama, Cordelia took the elf! Tell Sorrel to stop! Make him stop!”

Cordelia was snickering, clapping her hands as Sorrel, oblivious, stared at them all curiously with his wide eyes.

“He’s tasting it!” Cordelia sang, dancing from foot-to-foot.

“Now Santa will never come!” Wisteria cried, throwing herself onto the couch, kicking her legs against the cushions.

Gardenia, for her part, seemed mostly unbothered by the chaos, watching everything quietly as she ate a cookie.

“Mamaaaaaa!” Aurora cried, and Rowan had to lift her up, cuddling her close to her chest. “Mama, he’s my friend!”

“I know, sweet potato,” Rowan murmured, rubbing her back.

Gavin bit the inside of his cheek, sharing a tired look with Rowan. Neither of them had really thought the elf would spiral out of control like this.

Gavin rescued the elf while Rowan comforted Aurora, and then Wisteria, swapping it out for another toy that Sorrel was just as happy to play with.

He set the elf high up, turning it to face the wall to give all of them peace from its unblinking gaze.

“Cordelia, you know that wasn’t okay,” Gavin chided, crossing his arms as she gazed up at him, seeming more curious than worried about being reprimanded.

“Sorrel wanted to pway!” She argued, blinking up at him with so much innocence he almost faltered, questioning whether she should be punished at all.

But of course, this was a little much, sending two of her sisters into hysterics with her shenanigans.

Cordelia shuffled away, sulking once Gavin was done, and he nearly sagged into the closest chair, exhausted although it was barely after 12 in the afternoon.

It took another little while to fully calm Aurora and Wisteria down, and both of them ended up wandering away, eyes puffy from their tears, hands clasped together as they left.

Rowan held her arms out to Gavin, and together they both slumped onto the couch, groaning.

“Mama, I watch movie?” Gardenia asked, turning to peer up at the two of them, unperturbed by the commotion.

“Okay, love,” Rowan sighed, reaching for the remote. “What would you like to watch?”

“Elsa?”

She nodded, flicking through their movies. “The one with the little lizard?”

“Oh, yes!”

A ghost of a smile danced across her lips. “Perfect, there you go, tater tot.”

Appeased, Gardenia turned her attention to the television, her focus utterly diverted.

“I’m so tired,” Rowan muttered, pressing her face against Gavin’s chest. “I’m so tired.”

He rubbed her back gently, humming in agreement. “You deserve a rest.”

Her head popped up, nose wrinkled as she glared at him. “You deserve a rest.”

He chuckled, cupping her cheek. “Maybe we both deserve a rest.”

Another sigh, her eyes falling closed as she leaned into his touch. “Maybe you’re right.”

“Then let’s rest.”

She tipped her head back, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What do you mean?”

“Aurora and Wisteria have probably gone off to play in their room, Cordelia will probably take a nap until she feels a little better, Sorrel is playing in his playpen, and Gardenia-”

At the sound of her name Gardenia tipped her head upside down to look at them for a moment. She blinked, and Gavin blinked back. Then she giggled, and Gavin poked her nose, telling her to watch her movie.

“Well, she’s almost completely absorbed in her movie,” he continued, lowering her voice. “So why don’t we take a rest?”

Rowan wrinkled her brow, looking ready to argue with him. She was always ready to argue with him when he suggested rest, when he suggested doing nothing for a little while.

“No buts,” he said, nuzzling his nose against hers. “Unless-”

She smacked him, and he smiled, chuckling when she smacked him again. “Don’t you dare say it.”

He slid one hand lower, but he didn’t even get to squeeze her ass before she was smacking his arm again, mouth pressed in a thin line to try and staunch her stream of laughter.

“Gavin,” she chided, even as a bubble of laughter spilled from her lips.

He leaned closer, resting his head on her shoulder. “Yes?”

She groaned, as if in disbelief, but Gavin could feel her smile in his hair as she pressed a kiss to his head. “That’s very naughty, you know. You might get coal this year for Christmas.”

“No I won’t,” he said, letting his eyes fall closed, letting himself succumb to his fatigue. “I turned the elf towards the wall, it can’t see anything.”

She didn’t stop herself from laughing this time, snuggling closer. “Well in that case, I suppose you can do whatever you want.”

He sighed. “Good, because I want to rest with you for a while.”

She hummed, running fingers through his hair. “Then we can rest. For as long as you would like.”

And that was the last thing he heard before he slipped away into sleep, his dreams blissfully void of elves and coal.

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Thats SOOOO INTERESTING I love that!! Him being on the outside looking in could be meaningful,,,like it’s possible he had escaped Leslie’s control (she doesn’t have any figure of him in her dollhouse) and he’s sneaking around, keeping an eye on the other three and only getting closely involved with when they’re outside of the house

ooooooooh ok that's a good point!!

There's multiple of these characters, so that means its possible ONE Roy out of all the Roys is the trouble maker. It could be he's a very specific roy doll that's doing the sneaking around! Because I do feel she has multiple Roys, like the "dead" ( inactive? ) one seen in the checkerboard void, even if we don't see the doll in the dollhouse per say-- we know she must have one if she just leaves that one laying around. but that definitely can't be the same guy who barged into the family's house, or even the same guy who was pretending to be a hitchhiker in the transport episode.

... In fact. Why did Roy try to hitch a ride off set? ( its possible they were just reusing his puppet to play a different character, but idk, they've never done that before! ) Maybe he was just another intrusive puppet trying to stop them from leaving, maybe its his job to ensure they always get back where they belong, but...... he didn't seem antagonistic or trying that hard to do anything to them. He just popped up in a silly costume and tried to quietly ride with them-- before he's thrown from the window with little resistance lol.

I don't know... BUT, another thought-- I wouldn't be surprised if it turns out that since it is literally no longer father's day, it is now June 20th... roy USED to have control and now doesn't, for some reason.

Maybe the show machine IS still canon, and that was Roy's approach to control, but Leslie is simply one more person to kidnap them ( they ARE still missing according to the milk carton ) and she simply has a different way of running things.

But oh my god i am rambling so much lmao--

#dhmis #dhmis spoilers #roy #spoilers #leslie

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Mad Maddy headcanons revised;

Her everyday look.

Her party look.

Her nighttime look.

Her overall aesthetic.

The headcanons:

Mad Maddy's full real name is Madeline Meraxes Mim.

Mal conned the name Mad Maddy for her.

She wears potion bottle earrings a good portion of the time.

Maddy saw Mal as a younger sister when they were younger because of how much they looked alike and has never felt more betrayed than when Mal poured hair dye over her head and broke her dolls.

After their falling out, Maddy began to despise dragons and never looked at them the same.

Maddy likes sloppy food, which no one really understands.

She's glad she's at the witch school because she's positive she wouldn't get anything done at Dragon Hall since she'd be too busy trying to kill Mal.

She and Rick Ratcliffe are an item.

She's into astrology and fake magic as well as real magic.

She studies shape shifting, teleportation, and size manipulation all the time because she wants to be able to do the things her grandmother can when she gets off the isle.

She still likes dolls and is really attached to them, which is a fact that few people know.

She is good with crocodiles, something Ginny taught her.

She is a part of Diego's band as well as Harriet's crew.

She is indifferent towards the anti-hero's club and mostly leaves them alone.

She dreams of getting her revenge on Mal often and obsessively.

She is 3 years older than Mal.

She's into dark magic.

She had a soft spot for children, dolls, pigs, dragons, and chickens.

She is also big into mysteries and wanted to be a detective when she was younger before she became the navigator for Harriet's crew and the bassist for Diego's band.

Now being a detective doesn’t really interest her anymore, even if she could have become one easily by joining the Badun detective agency.

She can't sing but she's great at playing the bass.

She's also big into space and the planets.

No one really likes crossing her cause she's scary and never forgets.

She's almost a better thief than Jay.

She also tries to contact spirits a lot because surprise, she's into cryptids and the supernatural—especially ghosts.

She also enjoys food fights.

She has a lot of trust issues because of Mal and it took awhile for her friends to gain her trust because of this.

She hates pranks and traitors.

She loves parties and sailing though.

She loves exploring—mainly urban exploring though.

Oh and she has a pet chicken named Draco.

Oh and she's great at the spy thing too but she only does it for friends and her grandmother.

She has lots of magical tattoos.

Maddy has been raised by her grandmother ever since her mom ran off and her dad died.

Her older siblings and cousins don’t care for her, which hurts her greatly even if she’s good at hiding it.

She misses her dolls and her hair that Mal destroyed, and can’t bear to look at her old dollhouse or in the mirror.

Her hair is permanently damaged as long as they are on the isle. Nothing she, her friends, or her grandmother did fixed it.

She cried for days and days after the fateful day her hair was ruined.

Rick in an attempt to cheer her up scoured the barrages until he found something he thought she’d like—which turned out to be lollipops and a sandblaster which he used to make tombstones for her dolls.

They proceeded to have a mass funeral for her dolls which the entire crew attended (even if the LeGume twins thought it was stupid).

They were 11 at that time.

Rick also collected any dolls he found after that to give to Maddy who got in the habit of hiding them to keep them away from people who destroy them.

The nicknames of Maddy’s sisters are Wacky Wrenley, Loony Lilias, Insane Imogen, Crazed Clara, and Batty Blair.

None of them like their nicknames—especially not Maddy who was only nicknamed ‘Mad Maddy’ after people saw the (in their opinion, extreme and unjustified) grief she had over the destruction of her hair and dolls.

Her friends, grandmother, and Rick give anyone who uses the insulting nicknames in their vicinity the evil eye.

#disney descendants au #disney descendants #disney #descendants #dark descendants #descendants headcanons #disney descendants headcanons #mad maddy #my headcanons #extended descendants universe #melissa de la cruz #mad maddy has mental health issues #mad maddy is not having a good time #headcanons

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OOC // How does Dewey normally kill somebody? Has it ever been a conscious decision or just... you know, things running away with her?

EEE !!! very good question.

to preface this, dewey is obsessed with batman. ever since she was saved by him she’s never wanted to forget it. ( here’s a video of what happened after he saved dewey, skip to 3:57. her rescue by batman was based on canon dialogue that to others is just a throwaway line :D )

with that being said, she desperately wants to be like him. she wants to deliver justice without death. wants to amend what believes she’s done to her father. and in a twisted way, she sees batman AS her father. she believes the way he beats down on criminals and evildoers is precisely what her father did. beat them to teach them a lesson, except now that abuse is justice.

now obviously dewey doesn’t get a lot of the context of who batman fights. she doesn’t get there are even limits to who batman punches in the face. he won’t attack without thinking, and if he does - it’s clear he goes easy on them. all dewey knows that if someone does wrong, they deserve a beat down like everyone else. it’s almost a way her mind rationalizes the abuse she’s received when she was younger.

toyman wants to be seen as a vigilante, and she does do her own detective work in a way. she actively seeks out the people who donated to the arkham asylum during her imprisonment and stalks them. however due to her anterograde amnesia - she’s learned to make it a routine. write down everything she knows. who they’re connected to, where they frequent. then, she narrows down a place where they’re vulnerable. where she knows if she catches them, there’s no one to stop her.

that’s when they wake up within her playroom. a game chosen specifically to torment her victim. the games they play range from memory games to hopscotch, all with a painful twist. memorize the rules and you’re golden. they’re designed to exhaust her victim, make them hurt. hopscotch with constantly shifting tiles, and colors that shock you when you step on them. tag in reverse, with toy soldiers that are out to get you. memory games with each wrong answer lowering your platform into a den of sharp snapping toys. break the rules or try to escape and you’ll be met with a line of android dolls eager to twist your bones into a fashionable pose. ( …that last one was darcy’s idea. )

but killing ? never intended. never what she wants to happen. the games were up in place distract her. keep her from putting her hands on the victim directly. all she ever intended was to teach them a lesson in a sadistically fun way. she can’t ever reach them without stopping the game, and that’s the point.

she can’t lose her temper again.

it was a simple setup the first time. no games. just a chair the victim was tied down to and darcy right above in a dollhouse to her scale. as commanded, darcy would then play archived recordings of the victim. the lies he’s told about the asylum. how much money he’s given to the asylum. how well taken care of each patient was there. almost like listing out each crime the victim had committed.

toyman didn’t take it very well. the records were meant to serve as reminder. she was meant to try out all her little toys and gadgets, humiliate him. but instead it just felt like …torture. listening to the records. watching her victim bark insults at her despite the tail between his legs. …she didn’t even bother to use the tools she had. the first punch served as a warning. then she heard his laugh. she did it again, harder. he wasn’t reacting like he should. he wasn’t listening like he should. he wasn’t learning. darcy watched on and recorded every word he said to her. psycho. bitch. weak.

she got faster, and so did he. the more she tried to hurt him the less it felt like she was getting anywhere. psycho. bitch. weak. the records continued to play. it wasn’t working. her plan wasn’t working. she pulled at his hair, bit down on his nose. he wouldn’t stop. his voice wouldn’t leave her. she had to do something. she had to stop him. without thinking she jammed her hand into his mouth. desperate.

but she didn’t stop hearing his voice. darcy kept playing the records. overstimulating toyman. unable to tell the difference from what he was saying now to what he was saying then. she pushed deeper, begging him to shutup. his muffled screams were silenced by his lies on record. toyman was practically on top on him, watching him as he struggled to breath. feeling the way his throat closed in on her hand as it strained itself for air. she was screaming, crying, yelling at him to SHUTUP.

she wasn’t herself. she wasn’t herself. she wasn’t herself.

when she came to, her knuckles were bruised and bloody. there were bite marks from her wrist down to her elbow. her face was stained with tears. her costume stained with blood. she was on top of the bloody mess that was her victim. she felt exhausted - let alone terrified. darcy had recorded the whole thing, right from her perch in the dollhouse.

so no.

it wasn’t a conscious decision. it just. happened.

#child abuse cw #violence cw #murder cw #ask to tag #— * headcanons #{{ this topic can be heavy to approach with dewey because of her psyche #{{ she really is hurt and broken by the childhood she lived through. i never want to write her as this intentionally evil or bad person #{{ shes not a good person but i DONT want to villainies her if that’s the word? yes she does evil things sometimes #{{ but i never want her to be like ‘ I AM THIS WAY BECAUSE YOU MADE ME EVIL’ i dont thibk she realizes that.#{{ anyway!!! Thank you so much chip I love random questions like these!!!!!!!!!#{{ oh also addendum ; Winslow schott fully intended for her to be a villain as toyman #{{ but he supports her whole vigilante idea and funds her armies and helps her develop the tech #{{ they’ve occasionally teamed up to . Grab some funds . Perhaps illegally #{{ but of course if you says it’s in the name of Justice how could dewey NOT believ you??#{{ Winslow himself was a very low class villain he wasn’t really full scale. i mean sure he did get into run ins with superman #{{ but that was when he was young and spry. he just doesn’t have time to be a goofy bank robber anymore #{{ and Winslow really doesn’t know the full extent of what dewey does #{{ all he sees is the aftermath of it all - her sobbing - all bloody and he just assumed that she lost the fight #{{ and actively tries to dissuade her from engaging in anymore fights with people and just be a silly robber like him #{{ but he just doesn’t know. And she’s too afraid to tell him she’s did the last thing she ever wanted to do #{{ okay i have to write a Drabble about these two now damnit. HASHTAG WINSLOW AS DEWEYS ADOPTIVE DAD 2k23 CMON PPL #{{ nearing the end of writing this and holy shit this is dark I need to add way more tags now #strangulation cw #torture cw #death cw #ableist language cw #{{ mun is not muse. Please remember that #graphic violence cw #( forgotten memory ) / * archived .

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Thumbelina AU(movie from 1994) with Lili as the titular character

... Hmm.

I don't promise that this is ever going to come to fruitian like the Oz AU accidentally did. And I totally blame @sweetstwawbewwymilk for that happening.

Truman is a gardener who takes care of the plants so well, he gets a small girl from one of his tiger lily plants. Naturally he names her after the plant and tries to take good care of the small girl. Lili has an entire dollhouse to herself, and Truman makes sure to feed her and give her lots of doll clothes and tiny toys and a fairy garden to play in. For most of her life, Lili is happy.

Though one day, when tending to the fairy garden and singing, a snake and its rider happen to come to the garden, hoping that the garden was an offering. Razputin, who was riding on the snake sees Lili and accidentally surprises her to the point she shows off her powers for the first time, accidentally creating a fire that could damage Raz's wings and scares off his snake for a time. Due to this, Lili offers that her father could take him in until his snake returns or his wings get better.

They have a bit more bonding over the course of a few days and Lili learns of the world of fairies while Raz learns of how Lili takes care of herself and entertains herself. Over time, Lili begins to want to run away with Raz, and when his snake returns, she sings one last "farewell" song to her father and in her garden.

Unfortunately, a nearby lungfish in her father's pond, Elton, snatches her up and carries her to a bubble underwater. Elton insists that Lili will marry him, and Lili watches from her bubble prison as Raz unhappily leaves without her.

Her shouting profanities and making demanding at her "future husband" for taking her away disturbs the Lungfish and his neighbors. And he kicks her out of his home, hoping that she drowns. An older Lungfish by the name of Linda carries her back to the surface

Lili tries to sing to keep herself calm and try to communicate to wherever Raz is that she will find him again. And she will learn how to work with the fairies. She is once again grabbed up by a duo of beetles, Quentin and Pheobe, who want her to sing for a gig they have. Of course, Lili does NOT want to be man-handled like this, and fights against the beetles as they try to carry her, making them drop her. But now she's lost the trail of Raz and his snake. She doesn't know how to get home or how to get to Raz.

When a sparrow by the name of Ford offers to help carry her, she goes on a rant about people thinking that they can just take whatever they want and how she's been dragged around every which way. And she doesn't stop until she hears Ford claim: "Jeez Razputin, you sure know how to pick 'em." This makes Lili more trusting of Ford and his story seems to line up with what she knows about Raz, but also there's the fact that Ford works for the royal fairies. She didn't know Raz was a prince.

Winter arrives as Lili and Ford try to make their way through, and Lili tries to help nurse Ford back to health while taking shelter in an old shoe. They are found by a fieldmouse by the name of J.T., who offers his home for warmth so long as the duo can help around the house. Finding this a fair trade, Lili accepts and takes up a space in J.T.'s home.

After a few days of working and healing Ford, J.T. introduces Lili to his neighbor and best friend, a mole by the name of "Chops." Chops becomes enamored with Lili, but Lili and Ford both explain that Lili wants to be with Raz, and Raz wants to be with Lili. The duo of Chops and J.T. decide to "see what they can hear about the Fairy prince.

In reality, Chops and J.T. create a fake story they heard about Raz trying to find Lili and how he ended up dying in a frozen lake. Ford is surprised, given Raz's usual control of water and Lili is silently distraught about the loss of one she had fallen for. Chops then adds in that Lili is no longer waiting to leave for someone so J.T. may feel less inclined to keeping a roommate. J.T. agrees with his best friend and lets Chops give Lili one final notice. Marry him or be thrown out into the cold.

Lili is ready to throw down again, but balks at the fact that Ford still needs a day to recover. She asks to be given 24 hours to leave, much to the surprise of Chops and J.T. . About how she'd rather survive the cold than be forced to marry for safety.

Lili and Ford leave and fly until they reach a forest. They reach a specific tree with no nest in a hole and recuperate there. Ford gives her one final map to where the family of Royal Fairies live, hoping that they would take her in. Lili protests, saying that she just wants to be safe at home, but Ford points out she's come too far. the trip back may injure him again and the family is closer.

Lili isn't so sure they'd accept her without Raz's approval, but agrees to head there. Ford keeps telling her to have more faith in him, and regales Lili of other feats that Raz has done, though Lili keeps thinking back to the first day she met Raz, with his wing injured. It's hard to think he's accomplished so much when she's only seen a more goofy and stumbling side to him.

Reaching the Vale, Ford is granted access to fly Lili right to the home of the royalty, and lands in the courtyard. Waiting there, Lili is worried about meeting the family of Raz until she hears his voice. He flies over to her, hugging her in excitement.

He's utterly smitten with her, as most can tell, and Lili decides to give him a kiss, which Raz gladly reciprocates even as his family arrives to see the young woman he loves.

After a whole story of people making requests at Lili's expense, Raz asks her: "Anything you request? Anything your heart desires?" She replies: "Just that you love me for as long as you want to."

#please don't make me write this au #if you want to see it: write it yourself.#or maybe reach out to me and we'll do a collab.#but an official collab #not just one where I write and you say: looks great #razlili

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THE GODS HAVE STRING

"the devil with blue eyes THAT BLUE EYED DEVIL" bunny and her bother the lover boy.

(the fountain of youth godmother)

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As we continue with the story of a sex addict name bunny who married single fathers for his up bringing of his son or sons to fulfill her orgasm addiction. beauty is power, bunny used her power to have a single father fall in love with her so she can become the stepmother to his young son, bunny would make sure the son would play sports at school and eat healthy so when the son became legal age for sex,he would be strong and healthy for his birthday prize on a vacation getaway alone with her,she will be his first sexual experience on his eighteenth birthday.bunny during the son teenage years knew how to give the teenage son a wet dream when talking to him on the phone,she made sure the son or sons idolize her in every way.the sons even had the biological mother arrested by telling the police that bunny was there mother and the biological mother was trying to kidnap him. bunny knew when she walked into the room men would stand at attention and all the wives would drop to their knees to beg for mercy not to make them end up a lonely old handmaids of a broken home.when the son become age eighteen she then file for divorce from the biological father but continue the love relationship with the son,the only thing bunny was concerned about was her orgasm fix, saying, "who needs a dildo when you have a stud that is young, dumb and full of cum, bunny in the divorce procedure had the father or fathers provide financial support to bunny,and all her financial needs while the sons provided for her sexual addiction needs.bunny did not know how long her orgasm addiction would last so she would brag about blondes have more fun.during the son teenage years bunny constantly put on the tease for the teenage son racing with out of control sexual passion, as the eighteenth birthday get closer and closer the hotter the tease from bunny the teenage son received.bunny knew she was a Barbie doll, she knew she was the weakness of a single father and his sons were under her power. The single father was her sugar daddy and his sons were her boy toy,a Barbie doll in biological mother house making their home into a dollhouse. Beauty is power, as we see the most beautiful angel in heaven fell to earth when beauty over became that angel, beauty is power as we look back at a dictator promising to create a nation of the most beautiful people on earth. In another chapter bunny asked the question is she a witch for having this power? or is she a Monster?.bunny is not a witch or a monster,she is a human being with the gift of beauty, the problem is she has an addiction,she use the powers of her gift to feed her addiction, she lust after the flesh holding souls in captivity and bondage.bunny has become what the fallen angel has become, bunny has become what the dictator has become,a dark soul to the point of no return.

bunny also has a brother but let me be clear his purpose is different, her brother is called a "playa" or playboy or lover boy that blue eyed devil.the playa likes to befriend married women because married women are weak in the knees,they can't resist the young face and the body of muscles, married women take off their panties faster than single women for a playa, married women dream about prince charming breaking their backs during sex and giving them multiple orgasms at the same time every night this is what wives think about, she look into the playa blue eyes and wet herself, it's true! I witnessed with my own eyes how married women behave, married women are wild when the husband is not around, let's take a look at eve in the garden of Eden talking to that blue eyed snake when Adam was not around, husbands keep that playa away from your wife,if you care about your family.bunny is a dark soul,the playa is a dark soul,the difference between bunny and the playa in this story is that bunny used her power for control and selfishness,the playa uses his powers for pleasure,the playa is a manipulator, he is a dark soul also that get holy women to become unholy and to see who he can get to become unclean, with his beauty. Beauty is power of the flesh,so as you can see here this gift of power can be male or female,anyone can fall prey of the devil with blue eyes,they are beautiful fallen angels and that beautiful angel did convince a third of the angels to fall with it, that beautiful angel was once the apple of god's eyes but as god told Adam in a conversation when Adam asked god who is that guy that keep going after my wife when god kicked them out of the garden of Eden,god told Adam that beautiful angel begin to developed too much pride,now he's down here with you because you also has become like him.

here I play devil advocate...you say it's not your fault you were born with the gift of beauty, you say it's not your fault women take off their underwear and hand them to you,you say it's not your fault you don't need to pay for anything,you say it's not your fault other women want to fight you,you say it's not your fault wives can't keep their hands off of you,you say it's not your fault the effects that you have on people..I understand,I know about show business and I have seen famous movies stars up close and personal and wow! That beauty make you just freak out! sometimes it's not easy to control yourself around a beautiful person, sometimes you just say what the hell! oh my God here take my car keys,wow!..I understand the playa and bunny story, and I have seen in real life the power of beauty, it's like you become paralyzed or you're under a dark magic spell, and I must mention no one can tame the beautiful one, let's take a look at Marilyn Monroe, divorced three times,who in their wright mind divorce Marilyn Monroe! even the owner of a baseball team could not tame Marilyn Monroe, let's take a look at brad Pitt but this guy has aged very well and Nichole Kidman she don't need any makeup, some people are just born to look at, looking at them is good for your health,so if you are born with the gift of beauty use it anyway you like,it's your gift,hey if people hate you because you're beautiful, that's what you do,you make them envy you,you have no control over them being jealous,because if I was born with the gift of beauty I am not paying for NOTHING! I would get free drinks at a bar,I would be driving different cars and when I am bored I would become a Susy homewrecker all the way to the bank! bringing me to a true story about a rich college student that wanted to meet a very popular girl known for her beauty at his university,he talk to so many people to get him to meet her,so word get around the school that the rich kid is really going out his way to meet this one popular beautiful girl,she tells her friends she doesn't want to meet the guy,the rich kid put an award up on the campus school wall for anyone who can get the popular beautiful girl to go out with him on a date,all the popular beautiful girl friends talked her into meeting the rich kid for the reward money, the rich kid meet the popular beautiful girl on the college football field with her friends, all the beautiful girl friends said to the rich kid we got you to meet her where is our reward money,the rich kid give the reward money to the beautiful girl friends and then says to the beautiful girl "what now?" and the popular beautiful girl says to the rich kid"now you can look at my face".. true story usc college students can't remember what year but very famous story.

#vanndukeandsammy

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sunlightheidi · 2 years

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Unknown x Lila (CMC)

A gift for @marshmallowprotection, written for the Holiday Gift Exchange hosted by @im-the-mystic-messenger. Happy Holidays!

#TW: This is Unknown, so uh, some darker themes. *N/SFW, Dollification

Lila sits on the edge of the pink and ruffled bed and waits patiently, legs crossed and hands on her lap; always sweet and pretty and ready for him.

The life she’d led before this, it seems like little more than a dream, now.

She has been with him for a long time, and she knows what she is to him – a sort of curiosity gone right, gone wrong; a distraction he won’t admit to caring for, but he’s never been one to share his things, not when he could have them entirely to himself.

He’s created this little dollhouse just for her; where he feeds her little sugared pastries and sweet drinks, clothes her in fine dresses of pink chiffon and lace, call her his pretty doll and plays with her when he’s bored – with an affection and encouragement that is unique to him.

It’s nighttime in the middle of winter, and she’s received specific instructions she’s followed to the last detail; he enjoys when she’s obedient, and she enjoys when he's pleased.

Compliantly, she’s dressed up in the sparkling red dress laid out for her, black ribbons on her waist and her neck, a headband holding back the hair tumbling in curls down her back.

I look pretty, she thinks as she observes her features in the mirror. Doll-like.

He does not bother to knock before he enters the room. The door slams shut behind him with a force that makes the glass crystals of the chandelier rattle above her head; like rolling thunder all on his own.

There’s a smirk on his face and a sort of hunger in his eyes as they rove her sitting form, but she sees behind that (always has); he’s frazzled. His hands are shaking and his hair is messy, the remnant of anxious pulling and tugging through the night. He always comes to her when he's like this, but braves the perfect mask of control and confidence.

“You did as I told you.”

He curls two fingers in a gesture for her stand. She does and walks towards him slowly – limbs weak, mind eager to numb the sudden whirl of emotions. She stares at his collarbones as she stops before him. He grips her chin with one hand, tilting her head up until she looks up at him.

“You’re always a good doll, aren’t you Lila?” he muses, his countenance softening considerably as he examines her. He hums, running his other hand up the curve of her spine. “A perfect gift just for me. I almost don’t want to unwrap it.”

“Please do.”

To be kissed by him is be akin to euphoria. His lips part and seal to hers, and his tongue slithers out - in - to engage her own in a sinuous dance. All the while, his hands are roaming her form; loosening her ribbons, silken straps falling down her shoulders before the dress pools at her feet, leaving her bare and shivering under his hazy gaze and restrained caress – sensitized to him as she is.

"That's better."

Their lips met halfway, almost affectionate in their rough presses. Lila melts against him, palm resting atop his tattoo while the room fills with breathy sighs and mewls anew.

He lets go of her chin and goes in the opposite direction, until he’s walking his fingers over the nub he likes to toy with, and then slipping one of those fingers inside her.

It’s intoxicating; she is warm, and pliant, and trying to keep herself from letting out another little mewl or yelp… lets him luxuriate in that reverent exploration.

He plays with her silently for a moment, then chuckles right by her ear to let her know he knows, and begins to use two fingers.

One of his fingers is stroking over her neck all out of time with the way his fingers are going in and out of her and she can’t focus on any one thing, just him, all of him.

“Hush,” he says between kisses. Takes it upon himself to silence her as he licks into her mouth and sucks her tongue and traces her teeth and, somehow, keeps that infuriating roll of his hips against her going.

But she enjoys it – she likes the soft way her body cradles him.

The hand that was at her shoulders is up behind her head now, and he holds her tighter and pulls her up a little more with the hand on her bottom as he falls backwards onto the bed.

Then he shifts his hips and brings her down, onto him, and he does nothing to muffle the way she keens, only smiles lazy and content and almost soft at the way she throws her back, halts as he slows, and picks back up as he brings her body fully onto his.

Her head feels like it is in the clouds. His hiss, and then his laugh, are like incense smoke, of the earth but oddly holy. Inside her and around her he is so very strong. It can’t be wrong to cling to him, she tells herself.

And she has to hope she is right, because her arms are already around his neck, and already she is dreaming of threading her fingers into his beautiful hair; he allows it, moans into her mouth when they do and brings her closer.

He tastes a little bit like sugar; but lots of poison too.

#mystic messenger gift exchange #mystic messenger #saeran choi #unknown x lila #mysme #n/sfw

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