#bride-napping

[fyeahthaidramas]

Kisses (and almost kisses) in Thai series 💋 The Heart Killers [2024-25] Joong Archen as Fadel & Dunk Natachai as Style

& bonus whatever was going on here...

[freakinthefridge]

since i’m still recovering from the worst fever i’ve ever had here is the drawing of dan and herbert on the wall of my room

[mushyfart]

just realized ive never not drawn this goober stressed out before so here's this little scribble I did of him finally not actively popping a blood vessel

[kopykunoichi]

Help, I can't stop drawing them. I did this one based off of this sketch I found on Pinterest.

[waterkangaroo]

Derek the Sketch Guy - Princess Posse Edition!

Carl & Donut

The many faces of Mordecai

Katia & baby Mongo

Samantha with her boyfriend Charles

Cleaner Bot & Princess Posse

Princess Posse takes a nap 🥺

artist is u/OutFold aka @derek.the.sketch.guy

[ramblingoak]

Napping With An Outlaw

~ A special edition of Naps With Copia ~

For @da-rulah 💙 who requested a special nap with cowboy!Mary Goore

Mary Goore x Reader

While obviously not Copia this is similar to the Naps With Copia series. Just a nice soft nap with the cowboy!Mary Goore from my fic The Cardinal's Bride. You do not need to read that at all to enjoy this!

Warnings: Brief descriptions of blood and stitches, Mary is a terrible patient (and a tease), sfw, 1,400 words (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)

“What the hell, Goore?!”

You had finally finished with your shift in the saloon.  A long day of filling drinks and slapping hands away when they got too close.  All you wanted was to wash off and crawl into bed.  A bed that you had been daydreaming about for most of the day.  Except right now your bed was occupied with the last person you wanted to see.

Especially since they were bleeding everywhere.

“Hey there, sweetheart.”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, Goore.  Why are you here?”  You took a few steps closer, your eyes widening a bit when you saw the gash on their head.  “And what the fuck happened?”

“Ran into an old friend.”  When you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him Mary sighed,  “We had a little disagreement.”

“I can tell.  So, why are you here ruining my sheets?”  Mary looked a little sheepish then, picking at a tear on their pants before looking back up at you.  “The pout isn’t gonna work on me, Goore.”

“What will?”

“Nothing.  I am tired.  Too tired to deal with you bleeding all over my things.  Get out.”

“Oh come on!  You owe me!”

“Like hell I do, remember a few months ago when you came crawling back here after running into that Cardinal guy again?”  Mary winced and became very interested in the hole in his pants again.  “You’re kidding me.”

“This time wasn’t my fault.”

“Uh huh.”  You sighed and took a few steps closer, reaching out to prod at the wound on Mary’s head.  They hissed and tried to jerk away but you grabbed their chin to keep them still.  “Stop being a baby.”

“Stop poking me!”

“Do you want my help or not?”  Mary finally relented, staying still and leaning into you a little bit.  “Thank you.  Geez Mary, did you get hit by a rock or something?”

“A frying pan.”

“A fry–you know what, I don’t wanna know.  Alright, lean back ok?  I’m going to go get some clean water and the sewing kit from the Doc.”  

You ignored Mary’s groan, quickly leaving your room and heading down the hall.  The Doc would be down at the tables this time of the night so it was easy to slip into his room and grab his kit.  After getting a job here it wasn’t long before you were helping out all over the place.  While the town was relatively quiet there still was the odd bar fight or even a random shoot out from time to time.  Enough action to warrant hiring someone just in case.

When you made it back to your room Mary was still on your bed.  For a moment you were frozen, worried that they had been hurt a lot worse than you had thought.  You dropped the kit and rushed over to your bed, your hands landing on Mary’s chest and shaking him.  Mary wasn’t yours by any means, you had no doubt Mary never had trouble finding a warm bed no matter where they were.  But that didn’t stop your heart from plummeting when you thought they might be gone.

It didn’t stop you from wishing things were different.

“Ow, ow, ow!  What the shit?!”  Mary shook themselves awake, immediately swatting at your hands to get you to stop shaking him.  “I am injured here!  You’re supposed to be fixing me, not making things worse!”

Pinching their nipple wasn’t something the Doc would recommend but hearing Mary’s indignant squawk was worth it.

“Just making sure you’re alive.”  

You smiled when Mary groaned and dropped back against the bed.  They had definitely been through the ringer, whatever had happened.  You couldn’t imagine an outlaw such as The Cardinal using a frying pan of all things, but you supposed anything could be a weapon in the right hands.  Mary was thankfully still when you began cleaning the wound on their forehead.  The blood was caked in their hair so you did your best to clean it without having a tub to dunk them in.

Maybe you could talk them into a bath tomorrow.

“That feels nice.”  They were practically purring as you let your fingers rub against their scalp, trying to avoid the gash.  It would definitely need at least a few stitches.  “I knew I came to the right place.”

“I’m glad you came here too.”  That got you a lazy smile, the one that had lured you into Mary’s orbit to begin with.  “Time for the stitches.”

Mary whimpered, clenching their eyes shut as you got to work.  The gash wasn’t that bad but you knew how vain Mary could be.  It would look a lot better after this and they’d certainly whine about it a lot less.  The whole thing was over in a few minutes and after tugging Mary into a sitting position you helped them out of their shirt to clean up the rest of them as best you could.

“Mmm, I knew you’d try to get me out of my clothes.”

“You caught me, Goore.  That’s what I wanted to do the minute I saw you in my bed.”

“Anything else?”  Mary grunted when you tugged on their boots, chucking them across the room so you wouldn’t trip on them in the morning.  Their pants were next and you groaned with the effort it took to tug the stupidly tight things off their legs.  “Well, sweetheart?”

Mary was grinning at you, the only thing covering them the sheet they had pulled over their lap.  It was an attempt at modesty you weren’t used to, typically Mary spent most of their time in your room naked.  Not that you minded but it was pretty obvious by the way Mary was squinting and the yawn they just let out that Mary was in no condition for anything but a thorough cuddle.

“Actually yeah, there’s one other thing I’d like to do with you.”  Mary kept the grin as you moved closer, their hands going to your waist when you got onto the bed next to them.  You leaned forward and pressed a kiss over the stitches before dropping a few more across their face.  The strength seemed to leave Mary’s body then and you wrapped your arms around their shoulders and tugged them back down onto the bed.  “Let’s take a nap.”

“That’s not very sexy.”

“Neither is having you bleed everywhere.”

“Not bleeding any more.”

“Yeah but it’s hard to kiss you when you’re yawning constantly.”

“Other things besides my mouth you cou–ow!  Fine!  Ok, ok I’m sorry.”  Mary let out a pained groan when you pulled your fingers away.  “Pinching an injured man, does Doc do that?”

“No, but he also doesn’t kiss his patients either.”  You reached down and pulled the blanket up over you both, your eyes trailing over Mary’s body as it disappeared underneath the fabric.  They had some new scars since you saw them last and you made a note to ask about them whenever Mary was feeling better.  For right now rest was the most important thing.  “Go to sleep Mary.”

“Hmm, I guess.”  They wiggled around in your bed, wrapping their arms around you and tugging you so your back was against their chest.  Mary’s breath ruffled the hair next to your ear making you shiver.  Their arms tightened around you in response and you couldn’t help but smile, letting yourself relax and enjoy the feeling.  “Will you be here when I wake up?”

Mary’s voice was muffled against so you turned your head to try and catch their eyes.  

“What?”  

Those gorgeous green eyes of his sluggishly opened and they gave you a lazy smile before repeating themselves.

“When I wake up?  You still gonna be here?”

“Of course, Mary.”  They let out a soft hum, tugging you back against their chest.  You felt their breath evening out as they began to fall asleep and while you were tired yourself you couldn’t help but tease them one last time.  “It’s my bed anyway.”

It was Mary’s turn to pinch you, quickly followed by his fingers digging into your sides and tickling you.  After you screeched trying to get away an unfortunately aimed elbow had him groaning and demanding mercy.  You turned in Mary’s arms, humming as you brushed their hair out of their face.  

“Terrible bedside manner.”

“My sincerest apologies, Mr. Goore.”  You kissed their pouting lips, their cheeks and their forehead until Mary settled down again, their breath evening out once more.  Right when you were on the edge of sleep yourself you smiled against Mary’s chest, murmuring a promise into their skin before sleep took you,  “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

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[blue-cat-ter-flies-blog]

On a roll right now, have another Sukugo!

Based on what I can remember on bride-napping in some manga I read. Maybe Omegaverse, maybe not- go for what you want I guess?

Satoru sitting in the bridal palanquin, dreading his coming marriage to whoever his parents decided to marry him off to. That they were sending him away instead of having his future spouse come to him (as was common in the Heian era, apparently?) said many things to him despite the rich dowry and norimono (bridal palanquin) they shoved him in- something that was usually reserved for the Emperor and their Consort.

They weren't going to protect him and were washing their hands of him.

Then the bridal processions skirts a bit too close to Sukuna's territory and, in their bad luck, they catch the attention of the King of Curses himself while he was out on a walk in his boredom. Why not see what hopes he can dash? What dreams he can crush? Take the treasures he can take because he can?

Only he ends up with more than any of those when the curtains part and Sukuna sees the 'bride' inside.

When others stumble upon the bridal procession- or what's left of it-, there's only carnage and wreckage and heavy CE left behind. No survivors at all.

Or so they think; until rumours about Sukuna's spouse start to spread and the sorcerors- with or without a clan- start to worry about a dynasty bearing the blood of the King of Curses.

Satoru, on the other hand, does not care or worry about that, too busy being deliriously happy with Sukuna.

[evilwriter37]

After looking at the Httyd Map, Dragon Hunter and Calder Island (Mala) seem to be very close. Both are up north of Berk. Correct me if I am wrong.

I searched this up because I saw an ask about it months ago in your ask hashtag and I rewatched some episodes such as the one where Throk wants to marry Ruffnut and Midnight Scrum. (I think we can agree that Midnight Scrum really traumatized us in some way)

Do you think, since Calder Island and Dragon Hunter island are so close together, their customs are similar about the whole Bride napping/ kidnapping?

They know the concept of Bride napping and bounty, I don’t doubt that. Calder Islander is filled with people that know how to be stealthy. Kidnapping their brides is their love language / custom.

Being kidnapped as a Bride in Calder Island is just said and done, no need of any dowry. Throk learns to give to Ruffnut instead of just “I will lift her from her feet, put her over my shoulder, and return with her to my island, where she will live out her days as my trustworthy wife.”

I’d imagine it’s the same for the Dragon Hunters, since they themselves kidnap beings (such as dragons) for a living. Again, no doubt they know what they are doing when it comes to kidnapping. So I guess it’s a headcanon to say I’d imagine Viggo doing it as well but since Hiccup is far, it’s a straight up bounty.

Throk does it traditionally to go himself to retrieve the bride. Viggo is unconventional, quite aware that the customs are different since he is a traveling business. Viggo is Viggo, he’ll ask someone to do it.

Also Mala and Throk knew immediately about the bounty since the proximity of their island. Their clothing is also similar, black leather, likely in a warmer climate because their island seems heated by the dragons that are living and forced to live there. Plus volcanoes.

Kidnapping seems like a whole other translation up in the north of the archipelago.

I’m likely just thinking out of my ass for fun. I’m just wrapping my head around that Bride napping is canon in this universe, holy crap. I know there are worse things, but this one is wild, I’ll believe that cannibalism is a thing in Wingmaiden even if Mala said no. Those eyes can tell. But what do you think?

Hm, you know, I never thought about the Dragon Hunters possibly having bride napping as a custom. I feel like it would make a lot of sense if they did. I'm under the impression that Viggo also deals in the slave trade, given some lines in Last Auction Heroes. So, for his customs, bride napping would not be out of the question.

As for the cannibalism thing, I really, really think the Wing Maidens were pretending just to scare Snotlout into respecting them, or just because they felt he deserved it. I highly doubt that the Wing Maidens actually do that.

And yesssss, Midnight Scrum. One of my favorite episodes. It just made me so happy. Love seeing Hiccup getting whumped. I know Ryker said Viggo wanted to kill Hiccup himself, but did he? Did he really? 😉

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i built my first snowman!!!! :D

[ashton-ryder]

//ext. central park - day. 1st may 2026. @rioreeve

"With the dogs? I don't think I can handle the other two of them," Ash was hesitant and cautious as Zach approached him while he sat on the grass with Dawn, Doom close by excited by an old friend back with him. Dawn however had been more interested in staying by Ashton's side, as if leaving would mean she'd never see him again for another two more years, head laid on his lap to lounge, with Doom the more excited of the two.

But now with Zach and his kids coming to greet them, Ash was welcoming of course, but gave his close friend the forewarning of potentially causing a disaster with two dogs and two toddlers. Perhaps with Adam it was easier, taking care of him more often, plus the fact that it's a 1 v 1 challenge there. Twins? Ashton wasn't so sure he had the right capacity for it. "Are they tuckered out yet from the day?" They were obviously busy doing the most important job of being adorable down the aisle.

[simple-and-cozy-life]

A stormy afternoon with homemade Scotcheroos and black coffee is really hitting a new level of hygge for me.

[eoieopda]

i perceived this at 6:00 am, and now, for personal reasons, i will be going back to bed — forever.

[hereissomething]

saw the first saw with orgy and my fave part is when u see dr gordon dragging his dad tummy across the floor on his way out of the bathroom

[princess-peaches671]

me (rotting) (literally)

[motley-cunt]

dumb.