#✧ │ 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. ( asks. )

[krupnick]

“uhm really good wit' faces, sis.” (๑*ᗜ*)... ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪... (◕ヘ◕✿)... (ತ◞౪◟ತ‵)... (｡-‿-｡) ... ᕙ(˵ ಠ ਊ ಠ ˵)ᕗ

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"Careful, Itsuki - you'll wind up on the big silver screen at this rate.. There's far too much talent to be ignored, here." The warm glint in her eye shined bright, beaming as the girl zipped through a line of downright zany expressions, stars and flowers popping here and there like little firecrackers.

Mischief, however, strikes. Two fingers suddenly squished the sides of Itsuki's cheeks, freeze framing one of the many faces. Jessica gasps.

"Nuts! She's frozen!"

[yandere-ainur-confessions]

·⊰ ꒰🥀꒱ 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 ៸៸ (character name) ─ ♡. ━ confessions

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[krupnick]

XXX 🫡

Send me XXX and I will share a nsfw headcanon about my muse. || accepting!

🍭 So sweet.🕯️

Jessica found that she has a terrible sweet tooth... for candy candles. A delectable replacement for wax play that both parties can enjoy - of her own making, no less!

Earlier years, she did tamper with wax play from time-to-time. She did find the act erotic, but wanted much more intimacy involving it. It's not too enjoyable (for most) to kiss skin that has wax on it, especially when it's piping hot and has a less than desirable flavor.. so she pondered, and pondered, and actually took up candle making classes for her sinful little purpose. Jessica was already quite the skilled cook and baker, but the territory she was wanting to create involved a little more depth of knowledge in another area.

Then, that's where it begun. Vanilla, cherry, chocolate, strawberry, apple, lemon and a plethora of flavors with a touch of cut rose petals were spun in her own kitchen into candle sticks! They're very simple creations, very private, but very effective and deliciously scented - and just plain delicious!

Jessica's personal favorites are vanilla and cherry. She actually combines them in one candle so she has both! A pretty white stick with a shiny red swirl.

[krupnick]

“oh, my god, did you just say “whack”?” from Lee Everett <3

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"Indeed I did. Observe:"

"Whack."

"Whack."

"Whack."

A few loud, meaty CRACKS and a flash of sterling silver, and suddenly the duo had a pile of split-domed zombies laying at their feet with stars in their blank eyes and undead tweety birds zipping around their knotted noggins. Jessica pooled her lips and blew the frothing steam off her trusty pan, giving a content hum before peeling back her neckline to deposit it back into its beloved hammerspace.

"I'm always able to draw in the mindless, drooling crowds, Lee, but you have a special talent for attracting the ones who are downright carnivorous. How can you possibly stand all the attention?"

[krupnick]

AH, ANON IS BACK ON! I CAN SEND ANON HATE!

*Clears throat*

ur a poopie poopie doodoo head >:3

[krupnick]

the only kinda girl they see is a one-night or a wife. - Betty

𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒  ( 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ) || accepting!

The old rage came knocking at Jessica's teeth, presenting itself in how those ruby lips screwed-n-twisted into a sneer, giving a subtle peek behind the curtains at the gritted whites.

Which sorry bastard did it?

"Sit with me, Betty." Jessica touched the space next to her, giving an inviting pat. "Tell me everything. My ears are yours."

[krupnick]

“ i’m a giggly bitch by nature. ”

markiplier once said… || accepting!

Warmth bloomed from the low-lidded eye, present in her palms that came to rest on Dani's fluffy cheeks, thumbing through her whiskers and mane. "And I adore that about you, my sweet lioness. Your heart has a way of singing its merry little song in one form or another, and I'm glad it's laughter." It was always, and remains to be, the very best medicine this world has to offer absolutely anyone. Not to mention it was an utterly and hopelessly adorable trait that just endeared Jessica.

A squish of the cheeks and a boop to the nose. "Never feel ashamed of those giggles, Dani-girl. They'll give you long life. ♡"

[krupnick]

She has to stand on tiptoe, but Dandie carefully snaps a barrette into Jessica's hair - it's a trio of resin HEARTS, each of varying size, deep red and LOADED with glitter.

Now, what is Dandie up to? Jessica bobbed a brow slightly, watching her, and even when she does bend at the knee to allow the sweet, fluffy lioness to do whatever she desires, the poor thing still has to stand at the tips of her beans to get where she's going. Cursed tall woman!

Then, that slight weight on her head. Click goes the compact mirror fetched from her purse, held up to inspect rather than to remove just what was clipped there (it would be rude to).. and oh, isn't it the prettiest little barrette, fitted like a crown? The way the sunlight hits it causes an absolute show of glit & glory beneath its rays, dancing upon the smooth resin, practically a heart-shaped star - just for the songstress.

"Dandie," Jessica cooed, warmth oozing from her words, a small tuck of a smile knitting at the corners of her lips. Gently, she took the other woman by her chin and leaned down low, pressing a ruby-printed kiss to her furry cheek. "you are an absolute doll. I adore it, thank you. Did you make this yourself?"

[krupnick]

“I’m only in it for the spiffy uniforms.” From Lola <3

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"It is quite fetching, I must admit." The torch singer haunted Lola from behind, reaching out to adjust the attire where it seemed to slack or wrinkle. Pressed and pristine, in order and professional - Jessica couldn't help fussing a little bit to assure it fit the basketball star just right. There, all in order. Not that she needed it, of course - she wore it well without the prim touches.

Bending at the waist to hover her chin over the smaller woman's shoulder, Jessica smiled into their reflections casting back from the mirror. "You look like a million dollars, Ms. Bunny. Although because of how well you pull it off, I simply must ask you: Is the uniform really all there is to it?"

[krupnick]

“I’m only in it for the spiffy uniforms.”

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"The crippling addiction to caffeine and the stressful accusations that you've fingered the wrong perpetrator doesn't call to you, hm?" Such is the life of a detective! But, there is that one undeniable truth: the wardrobe is certainly spiffy. "A dear, dear friend is a Private Eye, and I know I rarely see him out of the old coat and hat."

Purple fingers hovered and gently pinched at the other's hair. "Where's yours?" There was the coat certainly, but where was the hat?

[krupnick]

“  i’m gonna go put myself on craigslist.  ” from Lola lol

𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐄   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 || accepting!

"Switching professions from Basketball Player to Criminal Detective, are we?" What are you up to now, Lola?

[krupnick]

“  so i black out from the rage,  and come to covered head-to-toe in hollandaise sauce.  ” // throws this italian-flavored panic attack at u

𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐄   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 || accepting!

"Peppino, sweetheart, that's why we avoid going to Quaker Street near the end of Spring. Toons are all out of sorts this time of year; Summer is coming and the spirit of gluttony is embracing everyone in a way that's like a werewolf on the full moon." Jessica couldn't help it, she had an amused smile while the poor, aggravated pizza man sat there just drenched'n'dripping with sauce. There is no denying it, though - the man did smell delicious! Someone knew how to make a wicked hollandaise. "Count your lucky stars you're not basting on Big Bad's Barbecue Pit. Everyone is simply itching for something to bite into."

The newspaper in her grip folds, "45 INJURED 16 MISSING 4 CONFIRMED DEVOURED" in big text on the front page. "Were you able to get even, in the least?"

[krupnick]

The songbird is enveloped in an embrace that can’t be described as anything more than warm & protective. Some fans of hers had gotten a little too comfortable upon spotting the star out and about, and Robin had stepped in with a vengeance.

The point was certainly got; the pestering men with their phones trying to get a little too close and personal to the toon found themselves justly interrupted by the sweeping archeologist, a wide berth suddenly given to the couple. How "coincidental" it was that cameras were suddenly tucked away and the pestering fans started ducking out with great haste, shrunken into themselves with a chill frozen down their spines.

Robin’s appearance alone was a deterrent, but the fact she made an effort to show just who she was with put that final nail in the coffin.

Meanwhile, Jessica had melted like butter into Robin's frame, hands crowning the spy's hips and head coming to nestle right underneath her chin. It was second nature to ignore the clog of the crowd, but it was a blessing when they were sent running for the hills with little to no effort on her part. Peace blossomed in the atmosphere with privacy well returned - no more flash photography and unwanted commentary, just the two lovers on their outing. Grateful, Jessica pressed a tender kiss to her wife's jaw, then one to her neck.

"Mon héroïne," The songstress cooed within the robin's earshot, warm and thick as honey. "my hero. Whatever can I do to reward you for saving the day?"

[krupnick]

The songstress receives a visit late at night, but it’s not the usual graceful visitation that comes with soft embraces and gentle words. Instead, Robin stands in Jessica’s door way dripping blood into expensive flooring. “A-apologies. . .For the mess. . . and the late hour. . .” She murmurs, looking worse for the wear and wobbly as she presses her hand to her middle from which the scarlet liquid stems. (Pre-married Robin & Jessie I cry)

“— My God. Robin,” Jessica’s breathless, paint driven nearly all in its entirety from her lines, but she’s quick to act in cupping the bloodied woman by her arms and supporting her against her frame. She casts a wild, livid green eye over the dark hills of ToonTown, alert and fiery in her search before the doors close and lock.

With caution not to agitate wounds, but swiftness enough to ferry them across the foyer, Jessica takes Robin to the nearest living room to lay her upon the couch there. She kneels beside her, examining her injuries. She is certainly no medical professional, not to a genuine degree, but she is a toon straight from the 30s who has mended plenty of injuries that range from missiles to poison. She can identify well enough to stabilize before she gets the doctor on the phone.

Gingerly, she rests a hand on Robin’s abdomen, looking finally to her face with concern arching her brow. “What happened to you?”