#dada!stephen

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[hearts4sammonroe]

“The Toddler Era”

pairing: dad!stephen x mom!reader x toddler caroline

contains: fluff, petnames, mentions and slight detail of sick (🤢), cutest toddler ever.

a/n: part 2 to the dad!stephen headcanons series!! these are mostly just about caroline😭 and thank you @darthrenswiftie and @prettiestmini for helping with requests for this!!

divider credit: @enchanthings-a

☆ Stephen Glass gets way too into playtime. Way too into it.

He’s holding Spider-Man and Caroline is holding Barbie while you watch them. He’s so into the roleplay story that Caroline inaudibly explained. “Barbie, I thought we had something… and now you’re with Ken?” Stephen asks in his Spider-Man voice, clearly into it. But then he caught you filming him. “Barbie, we— BABE, NO FILMING!”

☆ Caroline loves bedtime stories. You and Stephen have to read, like, 10 stories a night. But she prefers Stephen to read them, because he gets into them more like he does during barbie doll playtime.

☆ Caroline always misses you both when you’re at work, but since Stephen works more often, she’s constantly asking about him the whole time he’s gone. “Where dada?”, “Call dada?”, or “Dada at work?” in that adorable little toddler lisp.

☆ Most toddlers somehow always puke randomly. Caroline isn’t like that, but when she does get sick… it gets everywhere.

Stephen was leaving for work one day, and Caroline had been a little too whiny all morning. She hardly ever whined or fussed, but she was this morning. When he picked her up to hug her and say goodbye, he squeezed her a little too tight…

She whimpered, but before Stephen could ask what was wrong, puke splattered all down the back of his work shirt. He spent forever trying to clean out his shirt while you cleaned Caroline up. He ended up calling out of work and you both spent the day taking care of your sweet baby girl.

☆ Caroline definitely got Stephen’s curls. She loves her curls, but she loves to play with Stephen’s even more. “Dada got pwetty haiw.”

☆ Caroline is such a well behaved child, always so kind about sharing. Sometimes she shares a little too much, though. She once shoved a wet slobbery cookie into Stephen’s mouth and he about cried.

☆ Caroline started calling him Stevie because she heard you call him that.

It started one night at bedtime. She was cuddling him, but he wasn’t asleep yet. “Stevie, go night night.” She sleepily orders. “Stevie? No, it’s dada.” He corrects with a soft laugh. “No, ‘s Stevie!”

☆ She also started calling you sweetheart and babe because she heard him call you that. You guys were sitting on the couch, asking her questions to see what all she knew about that you guys never mentioned. “And what’s mommy’s name?” “Babe!”

And then again at dinner. “Sweethar’, more?” She asks, holding her plate up. “Huh?” “More, sweethar’?”

“Are you saying sweetheart?” You ask with a laugh.

“Yes!” She lisps out proudly. “Mommy sweethar’!!”

☆ Caroline went through an intense The Little Mermaid phase. It was all she ever wanted to watch. Multiple times a day. You weren’t complaining because like… that’s the little mermaid! Stephen hated it at first, but he ended up getting as obsessed with it as Caroline.

☆ The funniest memory ever throughout Caroline’s toddler era was definitely when Stephen let her try a lemon. He literally cried laughing. You felt bad because the poor baby girl looked traumatized, but you were still crying laughing as well.

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Sorry about the other request I got REALLY excited and turned trauma dump so just know I'm sorry for the tmi lol thank you for listening to me ramble (also completely unrelated you should write for Tony and strange with a little reader and little peter)

-🦄

Safe place.

A/N - So this request took so long to think of something because I just didn't know how I wanted to portray them, but I think I love this fic so much.

Stephen strange x Tony start + Little!Peter and Little!reader

Masterlist - all my work!

Warnings ⚠️ - FLUFFFFF!! and a little bit of sadness, and reference to bad childhood, but nothing extensive.

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Safe places, seen to many as the only place one can be themselves. In some cases, there's no such thing as a safe place, and some have never known the feeling of being truly safe.

You never had a safe place, for most of your life, you were on your own. The moment you knew how to make the most basic meal, your parents left you to fend for yourself basically. So when you met your caregivers, it was such an eye opening experience, for not only them, but for you too.

You had known each other for years prior to them adding you to their family with Peter, and it took a long time before you were completely comfortable letting them take care of you, but soon enough, you did.

Toddling through the room, you see Peter off in his own little corner, seeing how many webs it will take to stick all his blocks he's collected together, and your two caregivers are busy as your papa shows your dada his new tech he built.

You continue to wander through, your pacifier securely between your lips, your little blabbles muted behind it. Your little stuffie friend clutches perfectly to your chest as you climb into your play tent, where more of your friends sit, waiting for you to say hello. Your tablet lays right where you left it when your dada grabbed you for lunch just an hour earlier, ready for your little hands to come and turn on your favorite cartoon.

You grab your favorite blanket, curling into your stuffies safe embrace and safely covered by the soft fabric of your blanket. The music from the intro of your cartoon sounds through your tent, and your eyes light up with joy.

Minutes pass, and halfway through your episode, a shuffle is heard from outside your tent and then peters head peaks through.

“Cuddles?” He softly asks, his eyes begging for snuggles and human contact.

You nod and open your blanket, your normally hyper playmate, cuddled in closely to you, holding you safely in his arms, watching your show alongside you. The two of you mumble some words every now and then, up until the soft snores came from your twin flame, your soft music from your show lulling him to sleep.

Around 2 episodes after Peter falls asleep, quiet footsteps are heard outside your tent, and then a soft knock on the floor just outside the tents walls was heard, alerting your attention. You shift slightly, but not enough to wake Peter as you see your dada peeking in, checking on the two of you.

There would have been a time where a caregiver checking on you would have caused fear and you would have started to tremble, but in this case, part of you wanted to just be engulfed in his arms.

“He asleep?” Dada strange asks you. You slowly nod your head, in an attempt not to wake the boy currently under your head, soundly asleep.

Strange nods his head in a gesture to let you know to carefully climb out of your tent and come to the living room before he gets up from your tent, asking your papa to grab Peter shortly after get you out of the tent. You sit up carefully, placing your tablet back where you found it and carefully tucking your brother under your blanket before taking your stuffie and yourself out to your dada.

Once you're out of your tent you happily toddle back over to him before he protectively picks you up, kissing your forehead and holding you tightly. Your papa eventually appears with your brother wrapped in his favorite blanket, and your favorite blanket securely on your papas shoulder, ready to be given back to you.

Safety was always a concern to you, as you grew up, and even when you got to your big world, it was always a rocky apartment, or a creepy neighbor, or just the instability of the world.

But as your papa hands your blanket over to your dada, and he quickly burritos you in his arms, giving you kisses as he does, you feel a sense of safety you’ve never truly found anywhere else. Your sense of safety grows as jarvis lowers the lights and your caregivers settle you and your brother in their arms. Jarvis puts on your favorite movie, seeing as you're the little one who's awake, giving you the ability to cuddle into your dada and completely relax.

Your breathing begins to even out about a quarter of the way through the movie, as your own dream land takes over your mind. Your dada gently plays with your hair, keeping you safe and sound in his arms.

Safe Places aren't known to all, and some may never have a safe place. But you have found yours, and you knew it.

[arthurs-better-half]

Malevolent - Arthur and Grief

Reblogs much appreciated

Memento Mori - Crywank // Malevolent - Part 20 // Christina Marie Brown, Ghost I // Malevolent - Part 20 // @/ojibwa // Malevolent - Part 12 // Stephen Dobyns, Grief // Malevolent - Coda // Nunemaker's Parable - Everybody's Worried About Owen // Malevolent - Part 18 // song for a lover - of long ago - Justin Vernon // Malevolent - Part 13 // Stephen Dobyns, Grief // Malevolent - Part 31 // C.S. Lewis // Malevolent - Part 21 // Trista Mateer, Cold Spot // @/robertszombie-deactivated202407 // Malevolent - Part 20 // C.S. Lewis // Malevolent - Part 26 // Youadan Teddy // Malevolent - Part 33 // Lisel Mueller, When I Am Asked // Adrienne Kalfopoulou, "Poem in Pieces, a Log," A History of Too Much // Malevolent - Part 20 // @/jb-blunk // Harriet Caie, Who Wears Grief Long // Anne Carson, The Glass Essay // Malevolent - Part 20

Everyone I love is gonna die And I will die as well I think about this before I sleep And have since I was a child

THE KING: Death surrounds you, Arthur. It stalks you like a black shadow that takes everything you touch away. You're cursed. You're damaged. A boy playing with matches that kills everyone sleeping in the house, while you escape unscathed.

There's a ghost in the house. But, I've learned that the house is me. And the ghost is also me.

And I would lie, if not to say, our relationship was pure, I am young, a cause of grief, Of this I am quite sure.

Grieving, grieving, constantly grieving. I mourn what could have been, what will not be, what I can't save.

ARTHUR: Hello? Faroe, darling? KING IN YELLOW/ "JOHN": Why is this the memory you refuse to let go of?

To say your name was to be surrounded by feathers and silk; now, reaching out, I touch glass and barbed wire.

FAROE: Dada.

Turns out that the god he found was just a little girl Sitting on a swingset Just a little girl She said "Mister, you look tired I will let you go, but first I think that what you're asking for It just might make things worse"

THE KING (a whispered version of John's voice): Let her go. (Thunder rumbles) (A melancholy tune starts to play) ARTHUR: I will not. Not her. Not ever.

I have buried you In every place I've been You keep ending up In my shaking hands

JOHN: Call it embracing my human side, but I've learned that I can choose what I want to remember. No different than you. (Faroe's Song plays.) ARTHUR: You think I can choose what to remember?

I was dancing when I learned of your death; may my feet be severed from my body.

KELLIN: There's that fire that burned her. ARTHUR: Shut up! (Arthur starts to repeat 'this isn't real', very softly.) KELLIN: That burned so bright it brought your house down around you! That drowned your girl!

I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.

ENTITY: If you go out there, we'll both die. ARTHUR: I don't care! You're not fucking John, you're not my friend, you're a goddamn parasite!

every ghost story sounds like a love note if I use the right tone of voice. Which is to say- I don't always know the difference between haunting and hanging on.

"don't live in the past" okay well the people I loved are there

ARTHUR (passionate): Because I can't lose another person! (He breathes hard.)

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.

ARTHUR (quietly pleased): Yes. Yes. Why did that pop into my head? You - You said bedrock. That's something that Parker would say. I hadn't heard it before him. (In a deeper, less accented tone, as if mimicking Parker's voice) 'You look like you've hit bedrock, friend.' (Returns to normal voice.) I wonder why that popped in...

At the end of the day, there is only you and your grief; reluctantly dancing, trying to avoid stepping on each other's toes, and occasionally failing. You'll dance until you've become familiar with one another. And I know people quiet the song, pause the dance - but when you go home and finally manage to fall asleep, grief will gently shake you awake and you'll have no choice but to dance again, your footsteps echoing with the weight of it all.

JOHN: It will drown you.

I sat on a gray stone bench ringed with the ingenue faces of pink and white impatiens and placed my grief in the mouth of language, the only thing that would grieve with me.

Grief will keep you reaching back / for what is not there

And there are nights, where he needs you, and he still crawls out of bed, And walks towards your bedroom door, before recalling that you're dead.

I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward

Incurious and undesiring, With memories for daily wine and bread, He goes his way, no more requiring. Take grief away, the man falls dead.

It isn't like taking an aspirin you know, I answer feebly. Dr. Haw says grief is a long process. She frowns. What does it accomplish all that raking up the past? Oh--I spread my hands-- I prevail! I look her in the eye. She grins. Yes you do.

And I want that someone to be you, as I write this, but alas, This pain will linger with me still, I pray this too shall pass."

[heavenlyghostchild]

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too, they live inside us and sometimes, they win

-Stephen King (my dada)

[bernadettevtm]

As the storyteller that makes the story of our game, I have made a LOT of NPCs to fill out the world. This blog will always mainly focus on Bernadette, but there's some side characters that I think would be fun to interact with and flesh out through questions. I will update this as the game progresses IRL. I do have IRL pictures of how they would kinda look if people are interested in me putting those in while I work on drawings of them.

Feel free to ask the characters listed below anything, unless it says otherwise, since some are, uh, dead, or would spoil too much for my players:

Ventrue:

Berandette- She's the main character of the blog, you should know her. Maybe. Keep asking questions to find out more!

Adeline- Bernadette's childer, victim of Elizabeth Bathory, was embraced shortly after the Countess' death. Has the child-like flaw, as she was embraced in her mid-teens, which in the 1500s had a different connotation. Mildly annoyed that she has a curfew when she's 500 years old due to her appearance and the issues it brings up.

Barnabas Locke: Ghouled for nearly 200 years by Bernadette's sire and then gifted to her when she became Prince of Tucson, Bernadette embraced him after Locke proved his loyalty to her. He is a hematologist and often makes deals with other Ventrue to get them the blood types they need. He is also a talent piantist.

Clara Annette- Anarch, works for Baron, 1st wave Ireland feminist, A fiery redhead with a trench coat, scarf, and a newsboy hat that is her signature look

Silas Killion- Pallis’ business partner, classic Ventrue, head of the security portion of Pallis’ business in the Southeast (Deceased)

Stephen/Pallis- Bernadette's sire and past, long-term lover, he is utterly protective to an abusive fault. His goals are unknown, but better to have a somewhat ally than get a secondary Methuselah as an enemy.

Toreador:

John Fain- Dada artist, knew the Toreadore primogen of previous Cam, bitter after his art style fell out of favor, likes to wear lounge robes and judge people.

Brujah:

Mahel- Bernadette's older brother and rival to her sire, Pallis/Stephen. Bernadette was his ghoul, but her sire sniped her one evening for the typical rival back and forth. Mahel still holds a grudge to this very night. (Currently torpor'd, unavailable for asks)

Victor “Furlough”: Anarch, and pseudo leader of the Brujah that inhabit the Barrio, he's the stereotypical biker type and is a flirt with anything with a tiny skirt

Tim Lemond- Furlough's right hand man. Doesn't talk much and tends to stand there with his arms crossed to appear intimidating.

Fiero “Volpiano”- An anarch for hire, he acts like a typical mafioso. He was last employed by none other than Bernadette's sire. These nights? No one knows.

Finley Ngo- Fresh off the vampire presses, this late teen is not taking his change well. Volpiano took him under his wing, as the boy's sire was nowhere to be found.

Jazz Cox (shared NPC with main storyteller)- Absolute b-i-t-c-h, she tends to let her beast guide her steps, secretly adores Furlough

Andy and Goliath Crawford- Andy is scrawny with a temper and mouth to match, older brother of Goliath, whilst Goliath is a quiet behemoth. This dynamic duo follows Cecil around and usually cause him a lot of trouble that he has to get them out of.

Cecil Barns- A soldier from the first world war who was hurt in the Battle of the Somme. He fought valiantly, and his valor caught the attention of an Elder Brujah. Whilst recovering in a hospital, Bernadette and her sire were visiting for awhile, for what reason, he does not know. Bernadette ended up striking a conversation with him each night. Getting attached to this unknown woman, as she was leaving, he caused quite the scene limping after her and confessing as such. Once embraced, he started training and learning Hungarian before he, and his "brothers" made their way to the Budapest Princedom. They were ultimately the reason, with aid from mysterious elders in the shadows, that Bernadette escape Hungary and ended up, in all place, Tucson. He is fiercely loyal to his clan, but he secretly put the Elder Ventrue above all else, as she is the last touchstone of his life as a kine.

Tremere:

Fabian- Ally of Bernadette since the war of princes. (Will be referenced, but nigh impossible for players to find/interact with in-game, but available for asks)

Gangrel:

Jerome Leroux- Owing Stephen a life boon, this gangrel was forced to do a lot of dirty work for the Prince of Budapest, but after saving his life when Bernadette started besting him in a fight, he was now free of his obligation. He now wanders about, like a Gangrel tends to (Possible encounter if successful patrol roll in designated areas of Tucson)

Malkavian:

Ahrima- Methuselah. Big bad. Not giving more information as players are currently addressing him. (Unavailable because no hints for players, nope)

Pierrot- The only players that will know anything about her are the ones I've been in other RP games with. They will hear her name and probably silently scream. Did I turn one of my most notorious DnD characters in a vampire? I sure did. (Unavailable until reveal)

Nosferatu:

Goblin "Gobbo"- Goblin is Goblin, but he may be more than Goblin. Made a mass network of tunnels in the West side of Tucson with elaborate traps akin to those in Codename: Kids Next Door. Has a lot of artifacts dating back 500 years. Has a lot of rat "wats".

Reese Mathers- an albino nos, business partner of Pallis/Stephen, oblong head with jagged teeth, dresses formally (Rare encounter rate)

Samedi:

Kalfu (shared NPC)- Having a cult-like setup in town, Bernadette and her seneschal, Bracken, paid this kindred a visit. To secure this vital pawn's alliance with the Camarilla, Bernadette dubbed him the Scourge, his clan's abilities perfect for such a role, which he gladly accepted.

Other:

Edwin (Mage)- Let's not delve into his past, but currently, he is in Tucson as he is an "old friend" of Prince Bernadette and offered his services to Camarilla.

Charlotte Clarice(Ghoul)- Ghoul of her on and off again lover Locke and self-proclaimed best friend of the Prince. This spunky, blonde party girl is not one to take lightly, as her father was a hunter. She did not take it seriously until after his mysterious death, and took on learning from her father's various notes and books. However, when the truth came forth that her best friend and her lover were kindred, she ultimately chose to be a ghoul.

Phillip (???)- ??? ???? ???? ??? (Unavailable until he is revealed in LARP)

[professional-benaddict]

Little Peter becomes obsessed with painting his nails one day, and Daddies are more than happy to indulge the boy.

They get the boy five different colours at first and he loves all of them. Black, bright pink, blue, green and white. Peter spends hours doing his nails and he is quite a fast learner. He only gets nail polish on one of his stuffies one time. Luckily Daddies also got nail polish remover, so the stufie was soon again clean.

One day, Peter asks Tony something while they are cuddling.

“Daddy? Can I do your nails?”

“My nails? Hm, I guess you can. Which colour do you think would suit me?”

“Hmm… Black! And pink.”

“Sounds good.”

Peter is beyond excited as they settle by the kitchen island. The boy brought the two colours and he starts very carefully painting Tony’s nails.

Tony doesn’t mind much, but he said yes mainly to please Peter. And it really did.

“Okay, Daddy, you gotta be careful now and let them dry.”

“You got it, boss.” Tony smiles, blowing on his wet nails to dry them faster.

Stephen returns from the grocery store then to a distinct nail polish smell in the kitchen. Peter demands that Tony show his nails to Stephen, which he does.

“Can I do yours too, Dada?”

“Afraid not.” Stephen says, putting away groceries.

Peter’s face falls. He really thought his Dada would be as willing as his Daddy.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m a surgeon, baby. I can’t wear nail polish when I’m working. You know how before surgery I have to wash my hands and arms? Well, nail polish will make it so that my hands don’t get properly clean.”

Peter hums thoughtfully. It makes sense, but sometimes sense also sucks. Tony feels a bit bad for the boy, considering how excited he was just a minute ago.

“You could do my toes, baby. If you want.” Tony offers.

“Ooh, yay! A rainbow! I wanna do a rainbow!”

“Knock yourself out, baby.”

Once Stephen has put all the groceries away, he turns to look at his husband and Little. They seem to be having a really fun time, and the surgeon feels a bit bad.

“Peter? Can you make my toes into rainbows after Daddy?” Stephen asks.

Peter nearly knocks down the nail polishes over when he turns to grin at his Daddy and claps his hands.

The next day, Stephen is at work and scrubbing in for surgery. His nails are clean, after many minutes of washing, including his arms and hands. If only the others knew that hidden under his work sneakers, he has rainbow toes.

[crazyunsexycool]

Because Lottie did not get to experience normal childhood, she's a very very curious baby asking silly questions to her mama and dada everytime!

Lottie - Mama! Dada said that's I'm his pwincess.

Mama - Yes baby you are!

Lottie- so that means you're his queen?

So that means dada is the king?

So that means bubba is a pwince?

So what does that make steeb?🤔🤔

Mama - .......

Aaww this is so cute and a 100%

She just goes around asking questions. But she’s good at knowing who to ask what.

Questions about Friday and computers? Uncle Tony.

Questions about dada? Steebie

Questions about mama? Gwandpa Eddie

Questions about boats and fishing? Uncle Sammy

Questions about kicking someone’s ass because they were mean to bubba? Auntie Nat

Questions about magic? Auntie Wanda (and then Uncle Stephen although he doesn’t want to be called uncle. Wong accepts the title graciously)

Questions about science? Uncle Buce and Honey

Questions about outer space? Uncle Thor or how she affectionately calls him Boom.

Questions about sneaking around? Uncle Clint

Questions about love? Mama and dada of course

Questions about doing what she isn’t supposed to be doing? That’s all Bubba!

Questions about national security? Fu-wee duh!!!

She’s very curious and she has resources

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[180minutes]

「 general information 」

FULL NAME: Unknown. Baise only uses fake names for her work.

NICKNAME(S): Baise, Baiser, Beso.

TITLE(S): Pro-Hunter.

AGE: 30.

DATE OF BIRTH: November 11th| Scorpion| Walnuttree| Earth Rooster 1969.

GENDER: Female| Cisgender.

PRONOUNS: She|Her

ORIENTATION: Demisexual | Demiromantic.

MARITAL STATUS: Single.

PROFESSION(S): Lost Hunter- Baise focuses on

finding people that had been kidnapped. This very often

brings her into conflict with Organized Crime.

「 physicality & appearance 」

HAIR: Natural bright red, dyed dark Pink but usually she has bright red roots under the pink .

EYES: Turquoise.

HEIGHT: 181cm | 190cm and taller with heels.

BUILD: Mesomorphic; curvey and athletic.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:

Baise never not wears a bright pink lipstick.

In the AU in which she survives Baise has a metalplate in the back of her head over which is a very broad, hairless scar carved into her flesh. Baise hides the scar under her hair,but not only is it easily feelable but also the metalplate and the scar give her headaches on certaine weathers. As Baise does not like the scar touched, she lets the dark pink hairdye grow out in his AU.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:

Three earrings in each ear: two small rings and one loop earring on each side.

Very neatly manicured acrylnails. Baise tends to kick in hand-on-hand combat because she is worried for her nails.

Highheels, fitting to her outfitcolour.

Ballerinaflats in her purse. Baise likes highheels, but she is not mad.

「 personality & traits 」

Manipulators are logical people who advance at their own pace. They are all for arguments and tend to want to keep their families and loved ones safe. Baise has a mean, sadistic streak when it comes to handling people she sees as a danger to herself or others. She can be a perfect amicable person, but when on work Baise not only tends to be the one to set the tone but tends to be bossy and sarcastic.

「 personal information 」

HOBBIES: Sloving puzzles, sloving Sodokus, knitting, Nail Art, loyal Stephen King Reader.

SKILL(S): Baise has the ability to manipulate for 180 minutes whomever she kisses. The target becomes overwhelmingly infatuated with her and will follow her every command.

RESIDENCE: Varies.

BIRTHPLACE: Unknown, Baise was adopted as a very young toddler and does not care where she was born. She grew up in a small town by the coast of the Mimbo Republic.

AFFILIATIONS: Hunter Association.

「 relations 」

SPOUSE: None.

CHILDREN: None.

PARENTS: Two Fathers already well into their sixties- Baise was adopted as an toddler and never felt the urge to find any bloodrelatives of hers. She knows better than writing down their names anywhere considering her line of work, but she calls them Dad and Dada. Or, if she is annoyed with them: Number 1 and Number 2. Who is "number 1" depends on who she likes more in the moment which is a great source of amusement and jokes for her fathers.

SIBLINGS: A sixteen year old,younger Brother whom her fathers adopted as an infant when Baise was fourteen. And a two year old boy, also adopted. Baise collects foreign coins for the first, but thinks his hobby is very, very boring. She will not mention his name but usually calls him "Baby Number 1", and her youngest brother "Baby number 2". Baby Number 1 hates the name as any teenager would.

OTHER RELATIVES: There probably are some bloodrelatives that Baise never bothered to look into. She is happy with the family she has.

PETS/COMPANIONS/FAMILIARS: None.

「 habits & vices」

SMOKING:  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

Tagged By: La Dolce Vita 1960

Tagging: @kiigan @skarletchains @saiakv @kylo-wrecked @vonbirden @muddsludge @bewitchingbaker @thebrokendollassassin @zoldcks @distortedkilling @lightfaithed @yeonban...and YOU

[nomada-de-libros]

Todo oscuro sin estrellas.

—Stephen King.

Sinopsis: “Creo que existe otro hombre dentro de cada hombre, un extraño...” son palabras de la confesión que escribe Wilfred Leland James en <1992>, el primer relato de este cuarteto hipnotizador y profundamente oscuro. El ser desconocido que James lleva dentro se despierta cuando su esposa Arlette le anuncia que piensa vender el terreno que acaba de heredar y que va a trasladarse a la ciudad. Sus palabras lo empujan hacia el asesinato y la locura. 

En <Camionero Grande>  Tess es una escritora de simpáticas novelas de intriga, se encuentra con un hombre gigantesco cuando vuelve a casa por una carretera rural después de dar una charla en un club de lectura. Violada y abandonada tras ser dada por muerta, Tess planea su venganza y para llevarla a cabo tendrá que revelar un lado totalmente desconocido de sí misma.  

<Una extensión justa>, el relato más corto, es el más malvado y el más divertido. Harry Streeter hace un pacto con el diablo quien le quitará no solamente su cáncer mortal, sino también todos los rencores que había sentido en su vida. 

Finalmente, en <Un buen matrimonio> conocemos a Darcy Anderson quien, un día en que su marido está fuera por trabajo, va a buscar pilas al garaje y descubre una caja que él tenía allí escondida. Su contenido es tan horrendo como el ser desconocido que hay dentro de su marido. En un solo instante se acabarán 20 felices años de matrimonio. 

Reseña: Stephen King, amor de mis amores, ídolo de mis ídolos, virginiano de mis virginianos, rey de mis reyes. 

Todavía me acuerdo cuando agarré este libro por primera vez en el expositor giratorio del Coto de Charcas, no sé qué es lo que me llamó la atención, tal vez que sea todo negro, porque no sé si en ese momento yo sabía bien quién era Stephen King. Solo sé que leí el pequeño fragmento a modo de sinopsis de cada historia en una de sus solapas y me fascinó. Me quedé en silencio mirando con cariño (haciéndome la boluda, como quien dice) cada rincón del ejemplar mientras mi papá recorría el supermercado para poner en el changuito lo que en realidad había ido a comprar, esperando que él solo se diera cuenta de mi silenciosa súplica y se le ocurriera preguntarme “¿Lo querés?” porque yo no era lo suficientemente valiente para pedirlo. 

Evidentemente entendió, así como también se dio cuenta después de la siguiente vez, que llevarme a ese supermercado con él ya era un peligro. 

Pasaron más de 10 años desde ese día, al libro lo leí una sola vez en mi vida, sin embargo nunca me olvidé nada de lo que pasa ahí adentro, incluyendo lujo de detalles. 

Este autor y este libro fueron los culpables de hacerme fanática del morbo, de sentirme insatisfecha si no encuentro en las narraciones hasta el más mínimo detalle de las desgracias de los personajes. 

El relato que más me impactó en ese momento fue el segundo. <Camionero Grande>, fue un impacto crudo y duro, y nunca me pude sacar de la cabeza (a día de hoy sigue muy presente) una frase en particular del momento más horrible e injusto de la historia. Podría considerar que ese es mi favorito, si es que lo podemos calificar así. 

Para quien nunca haya leído algo de King y le interese saber qué onda y no quiera comerse una novela o una de las cuántas biblias que tiene, esta opción me parece más que perfecta. Sin darle vueltas a nada te introduce de un puñetazo a cómo es él como escritor, dejándote sediento de mucho más, o listo para no tocar otra vez uno de sus ejemplares. Aunque, a mi parecer, con todas las novelas y relatos que creó, existe alguno lo suficientemente bueno e interesante para cada persona en el mundo.  

<Todo oscuro, sin estrellas> a mí me abrió la puerta a una adicción sin retorno, y aunque tengo muchos libros en casa que me faltan por leer, en algún momento me voy a hacer un espacio para volver a sumergirme a las páginas que cargan con la responsabilidad de sus influencias en mí, y, sobre todo, para descubrir qué nuevo relato me golpea la cara después de tantos años, escupiéndome con terror, porque puedo sentirme identificada. 

[3kstatic]

TERRAPIN FEATURED ON 3KSTATIC EP "NO RESISTANCE"

Prolific ambient electronic artist Terrapin is featured on the 3kStatic EP “No Resistance”, turning in a dramatic re-work of the single that strongly evokes the early output of original artists Cabaret Voltaire. The “No Resistance” EP is available on disc.  

[alyandajsource]

iamaly: Jack Francis Michalka-Ringer was born at 6:40 am on April 21st at 6 lbs 10 ounces.

It’s the honor of my life you chose me as your Mama

We brought you into the world in our living room as morning birds sang for your arrival outside our window. I caught you in my hands surrounded by the best team thanks to our midwife @ innatemidwiferysb our doulas @ ivyjoeva and @ bamboomary and our loyal guardian @ bixbyofthehouseofblackandwhite, standing watch. Most importantly your dada, my husband and champion @ auhasardspr was with me every step of the way, and gave me the reassurance I was meant to be a Mother💓

We could not have had this experience without @ birthingblyss @ doctorberlin @ ombabydoula and @ clearmindhypnotherapy, all helping us find the birth Jack had already chosen. Women all over the world have for thousands of years been giving life in their own unique ways and I was able to call on my ancestors who for generations have demonstrated courage that brought me to this moment.

Thank you Mama, thank you Grandma Betty & Grandma Carmen. Thank you for your stories and for giving me life so that I could experience this kind of love 💕 And thank you to my family for supporting me these past months first and foremost Auntie @ iamaj who Jack already loves so much.

We’ve been enjoying every minute with our baby boy these past weeks and we can’t help but marvel at this miracle we were given.

Named for his great grandfather, my grandfather, a kind man whose spirit and gentle disposition lives on through him.

Francis, for Stephen’s family, for two of his filmmaking heroes Francis and Francois, for his godmother, may he inherit the kindness towards animals his name implies.

My lil Dandelion, may the early mornings by the ocean as the animals awaken always bring you the comfort you’ve brought to us. Thank you for working so hard to make our birth experience together so beautiful. You are so strong, curious, and soulful. I love how you have such a special relationship with the sunshine. I love everything about you. Jack, you are already our favorite face 🌼

[softspace-fics]

I have a rant and it's stupid but it's a rant

I do not like milk I have NEVER liked milk and in my brain milk is ONLY allowed on cereal and with cookies (also I'm probably lactose intolerant or something because the bathroom trips are NOT worth it)

Now with all that being said I understand littles wanting that nostalgic feeling when drinking milk or you might like it in general idk whatever the reason you do you

But I need to read a fic with a sleepy little and one of the Marvel men carrying they around the kitchen while setting up the tea kettle, then walking over to a cabin with decades worth of a tea collection (calling myself out rn I have tea from before I was born passed to me from my grandma it's still good) but after preparing the bottle with beautifully brewed tea they sit with they're little feeding them till they pass out

Anyway thank you for coming to my rant/Ted talk you can 100% ignore this I hope you have a good day

Cabin time!

Steve rogers x Bucky barnes x Little!gn reader

Masterlist - All my work!

A/N - I really hope you like this! I was so excited to write this because I absolutely relate to you, I hate milk, I write it in a lot of my stories because I know a lot of littles love milk, but I absolutely agree that it's just not worth the bathroom trips at all-. But this story is one of my favorites that I have written so far. I hope you like it!! (P.s I was so tempted to write this as Strange x Tony but I feel like Steve and Bucky would have centuries of tea that they collect)

Warnings: None! Pure fluff.

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You buzzed with excitement as you watched the trees past you. The smell of the rainforest surrounding you in the car as your two favorite caregivers sit in the front seats, a lofi playlist playing softly through the speakers.

You clutch your favorite stuffie in your hand, your paci safely in your mouth, giggles filling your throat, alerting your papa that you were awake.

“Morning sunshine, were about 10 minutes out.” Steve glanced back at you from the rear-view window, smiling as he sees your relaxed but excited state.

You mumble something incoherent behind your pacifier as a response which makes both of your caregivers chuckle. Bucky turns slightly in his seat to face you in the back seat watching the sparkle in your eyes that grows every second from seeing the trees that you all love so much.

You, Steve, and Bucky all like to go up to your cabin every November where its a little colder and stay there for about 2 weeks, away from anything and everything that could take them away from you. They make sure that they leave their jobs back at home when they're with you in the cabin, being your caregivers and loving you dearly.

When you guys arrive at the Cabin, your Dada climbs out of the passenger seat and helps you out of the backseat, carrying you with his metal arm as he helps Steve carry some bags with his other.

He walks up to the cabin with you clutching his shirt and you happily laying on his shoulder, comforted by his touch and his smell. He kisses your head as your papa opens the door. Its later in the day, the sun begins to set behind the trees and the night creatures begin to wake. This means that the boys want to get you in and settle in time to hopefully get you down for bed at a reasonable time.

Your dada sets down the bags he carried in before heading to drop you into your play pen that looked like you left it when you left last november. Your precious toys need a serious catch up of blabbled stories, so your dada sets you in there so him and your papa can unload the car.

You pick up the bunny sitting near you and begin to play, telling your old friends about your best friends Peter and Stephen, how you guys would cause your caregivers a hard time all for the giggles and laughs. Getting up to no good is fun with your best friends.

The two finish bringing in the items from the car before steve comes over and scoops you up with your bunny and turtle friend, kissing your nose and crading you in his chest.

You look up at him with droopy eyes, the nap in the car not sufficing for keeping you awake to far past bedtime. You drop one of the stuffied to ball steves shirt in your hand before burying your face in his chest, the comfort of your papa settling in.

“Does my sleepy baby want some tea?” Steve softly whispers as he begins to walk to the cabins kitchen. You nod into his chest, your favorite drink sounds wonderful right now.

You had always struggled with the taste texture and how milk made you feel, so you loved tea, any time you could, big or little you were drinking tea. When you were little it was your favorite thing to have before you go to bed, some nice herbal tea while being held by the people you felt the safest with.

Steve carries you around the kitchen, filling the kettle and placing it on the stove while keeping you securely in his arms. He leaves little kisses on your head as he grabs your favorite tea out of the cabinet, and grabbing a bottle that can safely hold the warm drink.

Once the kettle gets warm enough that the waters just almost boiling, he pulls it off the heat and carefully puts together your tea. Making sure to keep anything hot away from you until the bottles made and ready for you to drink.

You both walk out of the kitchen to bucky on the couch in comfortable clothes and some blankets surrounding him, he has your favorite movie to watch when you get to the cabin set up and hes so ready for some cuddles.

Steve sits down next to bucky with you in his arms, he puts the bottle of tea to your lips as bucky softly pulls your legs onto his lap, rubbing gentle small circles on your calf as he presses play on the movie.

Life was perfect.

[fischerfrey]

oc x oc connections masterpost

an open oc x oc interaction post with all of my characters looking for different relationship dynamics!

this post will be updated with all new additions and when one of the ocs featured becomes unavailable!

preference for mutuals and matching story lines!

if you're interested in any of these ocs, please feel free to message me via dms, asks, or comment on/reblog this post directly!

current available ocs: 15

looking for a love interest: 6

victorian era;

alphonse edevane (intro post)

professor of ancient runes

wealthy background

half-blood

ravenclaw

researcher, explorer

bisexual

starts teaching at around 30 years old

studious, socially awkward, prefers books to people, sweetheart

open for;

love interest (of any gender)

friends

colleagues

harlan rowle (intro post)

born 1874/75?? (depending on the timeline)

slytherin

pureblood

bisexual

a little bitch (derogatory)

a slut (affectionate)

he doesn't really have a set story line yet but maybe some relationship dynamics would help me develop him!

love interest: winona rosewood by @usernoneexistent

open for:

friends

dorm mates

rivals/enemies

ww1 era;

klara belikova (profile)

born 1892

sagittarius

istj

lesbian

pureblood

durmstrang

closed off emotionally, kind of rude, tries to be a better person

open for:

love interest

friendships after school (since in school she's a huge bitch and only hangs out with lexi, kat, and fiete)

rivals/enemies (especially during school)

sydney barlow (profile)

born 1892

aquarius

esfp

slytherin

a little bitch *affectionate*

funny lil guy

love interest: alexej kavinsky by @potionboy3

open for:

friends

dorm-mates

rivals and enemies

leda gaunt (profile)

born 1893

leo

slytherin

isfp

she's the most decent person out of her family

voldemort is her first cousin once removed lol

love interest: lunas avery by @cursed-herbalist

open for:

friends

school acquaintances

dorm-mates

riddle era;

charlotte quinn

born 1924 (ish)

pureblood

slytherin

prefect and head girl

older sister of stephen, aunt of bessie and camron, great grandmother of baby

bisexual (not actively aware of this)

star pupil, compassionate, sheltered childhood

open for:

love interest (of any gender, with the disclaimer that she'll have at least one child at some point)

friends

school rivals

stephen quinn sr.

born 1926 or 1927

classmates with tom riddle

slytherin

pureblood

is among tom's closest circle of friends but doesn't become a death eater later on

regrets his actions as an adult

smart, ambitious, gravitates towards charismatic leaders to get closer to power and influence

love interest: gwendoline quinn, née greengrass

open for:

friends (especially others who are pals with dear old tom)

dorm-mates

rivals

frederica "freddy" of alderly

born sometime in the early 1930s (ish)

firstborn child of edward of alderly and jocelyn somerset

gryffindor (only sibling with magic)

half-blood

bisexual

has a wicked sense of humour and shirks her duties like her dad

oldest of four children but is more often than not doing her own thing and letting her younger brother edwin take on the role of the oldest sibling

open for:

love interest (of any gender)

friends

marauders' era;

brandon "bran" vespertine (intro post)

born 1966

samara's brother

slytherin

half-blood

gay

a mess

tw: substance abuse (this guy is his own trigger warning truly)

love interest: tba

open for:

friends

hpma;

olympia alderly

born 1998

muggleborn (with wizarding roots in her family tree)

beauxbatons

princess<3<3

quincey's sister

laid back, just wants to live her life in peace (that's why wanted to go to beauxbatons for her schooling)

love interest: gaia alden by @cursed-herbalist

open for:

friends

classmates from beauxbatons

anora brindlemore (intro post)

born 1958

ravenclaw

bisexual

professor of defence against dark arts

based on hpma's mysterious dada professor

a mysterious past, several brushes with dark forces

a demanding teacher but ultimately cares deeply about teaching future generations to be able to defend themselves

has two children; bloom, born in 1995, and twyla, born in 1999

bloom's father was a decent guy but he's dead, twyla's father is a dick and not around

trust issues

her children are her priority

love interest: cairo aguilar by @cursebreakerfarrier

open for;

colleagues

friends

bloom brindlemore (anora's intro post, lol)

born in 1995

slytherin

pureblood

son of anora brindlemore, professor of dada

half-brother of twyla

quidditch player, jock supreme

gay

mummy issues

identity crisis 24/7

not in touch with his emotions

love interest: tba

open for:

friends

dorm-mates

rivals

next gen;

apollyon "polly" byrn

born around 1993

vampire

slytherin

brother of ella

gay

kind of evil

assassin

be gay do crime

love interest: idris potter by @potionboy3

open for:

enemies😈

imogen everlane (intro post)

born 2005

ravenclaw

half-blood

bisexual

musician

aloof, eccentric

she's probably not very well-adjusted ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

open for:

love interest (of any gender)

friends

dorm-mates

rivals

misc;

aada aarnintytär (intro post)

born in the 1600s, immortal

bisexual

half-blood

avid user of blood magic and other sort of shady magicks

"do not cite the deep magic to me bitch, i was there when it was written"

finnish but has lived in soooo many countries during the centuries

sister of loviisa and aino

former carefree social butterfly turned vigilante to avenge the death of her younger sister during the witch trials

*vigilante shit by tswift playing in the background*

open for:

love interest (of any gender) for any time period since the 1600s but preferably for modern times

friends

enemies

[marmiteprinter]

It didn't take long for Cece to pick up talking, and Stephen almost immediately regretted it.

"Dada! Pick me up! Up! Up!" Cece cried, her face scrunching up into crocodile tears.

Stephen chuckled. "Okay, sweetie. Come on, let's play."

Meanwhile, Charlie had disappeared to his ramshackle art 'gallery' for the day. He had raised his prices and widened his selection but people were still keen to buy.

"Don't even think about it, Charlie!" warned his sister Megan as he approached her. "If I want to buy something, I will, but it's my choice. Don't try and charm me. Go work your magic on someone else."