#lumiere's sick day

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Forgiveness & reconciliation <3 stay tuned next time for the finale!!

[nattspencer]

Impossible Ending

Lady Lesso X Reader

Part 1 (you’re here) / Part 2

Summary: The Reader has known Lesso since their childhood, however, she knew it was impossible for them to be together, until the Storian assigned the Reader to help the deans to reformulate the now school for good and evil.

A/N: English is not my first language, I’m really sorry for any mistakes. I had to divide this in two parts, since it was too long for it to be an one shot. If you have any ideas for stories with Lady Lesso and for some reason whats me to write it, it would be my pleasure, just send me a request.

Warnings: bad language, mentions of injury, angst, a bit fluffy and mentions of smut in the end however, no smuts planned to this work.

Word count: 3.1k

The GIF is not mine.

          It’s almost funny how things were just way simpler when you were kids. There wasn’t no world purely divided on good and evil, heroes and villains, there was no school, no magic, and fairy tales were just it, fairy tales, centuries old stories passed on from generation to generation. You were born in a loving family of nomad healers, traveling around the world, helping. The woods and its dangers and marvels were no stranger to you, and between one job and another your people helped those that needed the most, but couldn’t afford to pay.

          One day you stumbled over Gavaldon, and it didn’t take long for them to know a woman was sick, your family went straight to help, and that changed your life forever. You met the most beautiful shy adorable human you've ever seen, her daughter, Leonora. In no time you two became inseparable, and a part of you fell hopelessly in love for her. You swore to protect her at all costs and to be on her side as much as you possibly can, and you kept the promise even when Rafal took her into this madness and now, you were dragged along too. 

          The days in the school weren’t easy, as she went to the school for evil, and you were dropped in the school for good. Your impossible love became even more impossible, if loving a woman was already out of question, love between good and evil were just unthinkable, unimaginable, impossible. 

          Days passed cold and empty without her, as she made it very clear that she didn’t want you around, your repulsive good princess self wasn't tolerated, and she would destroy you if she ever had the chance. You were her nemesis and Rafal’s visits didn’t make your life any better, he would personally destroy everything within you, every little piece of joy you had left with his sharp words. 

          Leonora could never have what she wants with you by her side, she would never be as powerful and as respected if you still gravitate around her, she would never achieve what Rafal’s demanded if she still had you, and most of all, if she did allowed herself to love you, she would just be the weird dyke everyone hates that date an ever and probably she would be just bullied and expelled. So you did the highest love gesture you can think of, you gave your own happiness up so she can have hers. 

          Having made that choice, however, didn’t make you feel any better about yourself, you were positively miserable, to the point you didn’t care if you would live or die or just became some sort of fucking talking candelabra like Lumiere in the next day. Rafal’s of course, always making sure you would feel that way. Nonetheless, one day, when you least expected, something unimaginable happened. The Storian itself summoned you in the headmaster’s tower. 

          It proposed that you attend both schools, good and evil, so you could be its personal assistant and make sure all the stories were told the way it was supposed to be, being the good brave hero in some stories and a terrible despicable villain in others. You didn’t think twice before accepting the job, you would take anything that could get out of that school and not doom you to be in a dress, adoring a man for the rest of your life. 

          The next years were like hell, attending one school was already difficult enough but two? That was almost impossible. Endless hours of studying, little sleep and an extra year just to finish the evil subjects almost made you go crazy, but you managed it, you almost made friends along the way, but no one was ever close to you as Leonora one day was.

          Don’t get me wrong, you didn’t exactly got an easy life, bruises, cuts and scars were almost permanent in your skin and you could never thank your mom enough for the skills you had learned from her so you could treat yourself between a job and another. Faking death and disappearing became your specialty, even though leaving those you liked behind were never even remotely pleasant.

          It kept like this for hundreds of years, between being a hero or a villain, a skilled witch or a mighty sword fighter, making friends and enemies, nevertheless, even with the busiest life sometimes, when the stars were in the right place, you couldn’t help yourself but to think about a certain redhead, and if she is happy. You heard she became dean of the school for evil, and you couldn’t be more content for her, as long she was happy, you were trying to be too. Life was just like this, until one day, the contents of your next mission parchment were different than the usual.

          The Storian wasn’t asking you to be a villain or a hero or to be a support character in any story, as the first student to graduate in the school for good and in the school for evil, you shall help the deans to unify both schools, as there was no more pure good nor pure evil. 

          That really hit you as a surprise, you didn’t think that they would see the infinite shades of gray in their black and white world so soon, but it also meant you were about to see her again, work with her, talk to her, and not being able to tell her what you truly wanted, not being able to touch her the way you body desires, and not being able to love her in the way you heart ached for.

          You tried to deny it, to run away, to flee as much as you can, but there wasn’t no one else for the job, you were the first entity and also the first reader to actually be both, be allowed to be both, good and evil. You had no choice but to go.

         When your eyes meet with the now Lady Lesso your heart skipped a beat. She was even more attractive then the last time you saw her. Her redhead was beautifully puffed in her perfect curls, her body embraced and exalted by a suit alongside a buttoned coat, her fingers sinfully wrapped around a walking stick and her eyes… well you always loved her eyes but her makeup made them even more  beautifully intense, like they could read your soul. 

          “Well, well, if it isn’t my own nemesis” Her deep voice enchanted around the great hall when you entered and sent chills down your spine “You look terrible by the way” She uttered with a smile that chanted evilness.

          “Likewise” You muttered with a sly smile, lies slipping easily from your lips.

          Reformulating a school wasn’t an easy task, there were centuries of segregation and contradictions that lead to a lot of work to do, and it all fell on your and the two deans' shoulders. It was inevitable that you and Lesso grew a little closer, but not even remotely like it once was. 

          Dovey always got annoyed when you three were in a room, banter and mockery would just fly around like a lost bird, and it was always she the one to collect the attention to the main subject again, soon followed by you and with some resistance the other dean. What you thought would be a desister of a job turned out to be quite fun because of her.

          “When was the last time you even slept properly?” Clarissa said when you two were chit chatting in the great hall, your upper body just threw against the wooden table and your head was resting on your extended arm.

          “Good question, maybe when I finished my last job” Your eyes fell shut.

          “I sincerely don’t know how you’re on your feet” Dovey said, partially impressed and partially disapproving of your own negligence.

          “Years of experience” You simply said.

          “I Didn’t know the great hall has turned into bedrooms, should I get along and make myself comfy?” A deep voice from behind you said as she sat by your side and started to comb your scruff’s locks. You could recognize that voice anywhere. 

          “It didn’t, I’m just a bit tired, and if you keep doing this I might fall asleep shamefully fast babe” You said with a already sleepy clouded mind, grabbing gently her hand and raising your torso from the table, interlocking your fingers and resting your hands on the wood “Now, I gotta go and finish what Dovey requested, there’s has to be a little bit of little old me for both of you, you know. Guess that’s the burden of being so hot” You said, already standing up and slowly letting go of the other woman’s hand.

          “Babe?” Lesso said repeating the way you called her with a raised eyebrow and a smile full of sneer.

          “Yeah, sorry, old habits die hard” You couldn’t hide the sadness in your eyes “Still, I gotta go, my dove needs me” You winked and joked looking at Clarissa to give yourself time to put your facade back on, and gladly, she made a princess exaggerated movement.

          “My hero” Dovey jokes. 

          “Do you guys need a private room?” Lesso said disgustedly and all you did was to laugh genuinely.

          The dynamic between you three kept like this until the weight of never ending work started to hit your bodies, you were all exhausted and you could see Lesso completely overworking herself. Don’t get me wrong, Dovey was full of work too, but she didn’t have to neglect her sleep to be back on time, once her part of the job was a little bit lighter than the rest, while you and Lesso were completely out of your minds.

          On a cold sleepless winter night you found the redhead found asleep in between her papers in the library of the school for evil. You went there just minding your own work but as soon as you saw her image, your heart softened. Her hair puffier than usual these days layed beautifully on the long wooden desk, her body shrunken in cold and in her face the dark bags beneath her eyes contrasted with her angelic expression. 

          Leaving your own papers on the long table you walked to her and placed a caring hand on her back rubbing it gently, while you whispered lightly on her side trying to wake her up.

          “Hey… Lesso… you should go to bed, it’s more comfortable… Leonora… Hey” All you heard in response was some murmurs.

          Long minutes passed with you trying to wake her up with no success, and there was no way in hell you would let her just rest there. Carefully you picked her up on bride style and her body seemed to understand what you were trying to do as it willingly wrapped around yours, her face hiding on the crook of your neck. The location of her room was not strange for you, since you already stumbled into her when she was walking out of it. Therefore, you calmly directed her body there. 

          The path wasn’t too long, but the feeling of her breath lightly brushing your neck was making your heart melt in a way you had long forgotten. The way her body recognized yours, her scent stronger than ever, inebriating your senses and making you feel like you’re finally at home again. The memories couldn’t help but to flood your mind. Memories of a time long gone when everything was easier, happier, lighter.

          Gentilly, you placed her body on the bed of her room and a whine of compliance left her lips as the heat of your body wasn’t evolving hers anymore, so you covered her in as many blankets as you could find, making sure she was more than comfortable. Your head told you to just turn around and leave her as it was, safe, warm and comfortable, but your heart pleaded to stay a little longer and comb her hair one last time, and for once, you listened to your heart. 

          Her face was peaceful and her redlocks were as soft as you could remember, you made sure to not undo any of her curls as a pleased whimp came from her mouth. Your heart fluttered and you wished deeply that everything could be just like this when she was awake, but you couldn’t. You would never take what she achieved on her own, the respect she gained, and most of all, deep down you knew you weren’t enough for her, and she deserved better, she deserved the world and even more.

          Few minutes has passed when you decided that you should probably get going, after all, the work wouldn’t just magically disappear, but you couldn’t resist to kiss the top of her head before you go, even though you knew it was a kiss that you did not deserve. 

          The way back to the library was full of thoughts, happiness, sadness, nostalgia, all crumbling and dancing within you, however the pile of work still on the long wooden desk made you focus shift slightly. First you decided to finish whatever Lesso was working on, and placed the finished work on her bedroom’s desk, then you shifted your labor on what you originally went to the library for. It was already day when you were able to finish it and there was still more work to do.

          That night wasn’t the only you found Lesso fast asleep, sometimes you could even find yourself sleeping around the castle, but you were far more used to sleepless nights than her, therefore you found yourself neglecting yourself in a double dose, once for your own work and twice for taking care of Lesso as you promised her you would all those years ago. Your wounds, however, didn’t take that neglect lightly, as some of them started to get sore and did not heal properly without your attention. 

          Visits to the blue forest became more and more frequent, as you needed to collect some specific herbs to try to make amends with your body and lower the slight fever that warned you that something wasn’t right. Soreness, pain, was something you learn to live with, but an untreated fever could lead to days in a hospital, and you should always avoid those.

          Once after a visit to it, you passed through the school for evil and suddenly you felt a hand grabbing your arm in a vice grip, your instincts almost kicked in to take down any threats to your body, but your brain could realize that it was just a well known redhead pushing you into her office furiously. Your entire body aches as she throws you against the adorned door and a low hiss escapes your lips. 

          “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Anger audible in her voice.

          “Going to my office? What the fuck Lesso” You said annoyed.

          “Don’t play dumb with me. You know what I mean” Her face was millimeters close to yours.

          “Maybe you should be more specific my dear. I’m doing a whole lot of things you know” You knew it wasn’t an answer she wanted to hear, but you know what? Two can play this game.

          “Why are you taking care of me? Do you think I’m stupid?” 

          “I would say reckless, but since you already did…” A sly smile adorned your lips, oh you knew it would drive her crazy.

          “Tell me one good reason to not kill you right here and now” Hatred and evilness sparkled in her eyes.

          “You like it or not, sweetie, I’m now your headmaster, and I would definitely appreciate some good behavior” You said, pushing yourself towards her.

          “There’s nothing good about me, pet, you should know that by now” Her hands painfully grabbed your chin “I could think hundreds of ways to torture you just to start with, so don’t you ever think I need your fucking useless help” She almost spit those words in disdain.

          “I know you don’t need it, but, you see…” You said removing her hands from your face and holding it firmly “I went for the school for good first, so as wicked I might be, I really live up to my promises, well, most of them” Your grin grew wider

          “Feel free then, pet I’m not the person you promised this bullshit, not anymore”

          “I wouldn’t be so sure, Leonora” You didn’t like the way her name fell from your lips.

          “Don’t you ever call me by that name again” She hissed the words in anger

          “Oh, did I stumble though a sore spot?” If she wasn’t the same person, neither were you.

          “You are really pathetic, you know that right pet? Little old me captivated you so much that you can’t forget me? Do you still love me?” Damn, it stings “Geez I was so bad and I didn’t even attend school yet” A sneer laugh escaped her lips, dripping with venom.

          “Why do you still overwork yourself then darling? Trying to cover that emptiness? Or is it just self loathing?” She knew all of your weak spots, but what she didn’t expect however, was that you knew hers too.

          “Why hurt your body if I can destroy who you are once again. Do you think I forgot the look on your face when I said the first time how useless you are and that I didn’t want you around? How broken were you? Poor little pet… So in love for the wrong person” You could see the devil on her face now, you really drove her crazy.

          “Leonora…” Her lips silence your words as it brushes a trail of bruising kisses down your neck, making you lose any kind of reasoning you might one day have. Your hands travel to her red hair not entirely sure if they want to push or pull her even more. Unwittingly, you tilt your head to the side, giving her even more space to toy with.

          “That’s not the name you’ll moan tonight, pet” She said kissing and biting your jaw, your body completely surrendered to her.

          “Lesso…” You almost moan, but could manage to steady your voice.

          “See? You’re a fast learner after all, always liked that in you” She says nipping your earlobe, and you eyes shut close, her hands dancing between your body.

          “Two can play this game, you know?” That was all your aroused voice handled to say

          “You wanna show me how bad you’ve been? How cute. Let me teach you a lesson then” Lesso said, crashing her lips on yours.

[lumiereandcogsworth]

wait omg I don't have any specific asks abt young adam but I would love to hear any headcanons you have about him and his mom 🥺 I remember that lil flashback we see in the movie standing out to me so much, I just know she was the sweetest woman in the world

often for bedtime stories, his mother would tell him about her life before she became royal. about her brothers and her parents and their animals and playing in the sunshine and warm dinners and laughter. she’d always promise to take him there some day.

adam has early memories of sitting in her room while she got ready for a dinner or ball. he’d sit on her bed and play while her lady’s maid dressed her and did her hair and makeup. eventually, the maid would leave and his mother would sit at her vanity. the moment that happened, adam would slide off the bed and climb onto her lap. they’d spend every minute together until the nanny would come to take him away and the queen would have to join the party.

they played in the garden a lot, particularly around his mother’s roses. they’d run around and play hide & seek and tag. they’d also collect flowers for the vase in her room and sit in the sunshine and she would sing to him. they’d go for walks when the cherry blossom trees were in bloom and the pink petals would fall like snow and it always felt a little magical.

on his birthday (august 26th) she would always make a special little chocolate cake for him, a tradition she carried over from what her mother always did for her and her brothers on their birthdays. she would also often send lumiere and plumette to paris to find a present for him, if she would not be going there with the king around the time.

adam was very quiet by nature, even to his mother, but he definitely lit up the most around her. he never said much to anyone when he was little, but you could quite easily tell he was happiest in his mother’s presence. he’d kick his legs and shake his arms when he saw her. and he’d cling to her dress or hand when others were around.

many nights when there was either a storm or a bad dream, little adam would brave the darkness in order to run to the safety of his mother’s room. he’d run in and climb into her bed and nestle right in her arms. she would wake and hold him tight and sing soft lullabies to him to help him fall asleep.

winter and christmas were also a special time. adam’s father often spent his winters in paris or versailles, leaving his wife and son behind. adam and his mother Loved this, of course. they would play in the snow every day and snuggle in her bed every night, the whole castle always smelling of cinnamon and gingerbread.

one of adam’s core memories, which i’ve written this fic about, so i’ll only say it briefly here, is when he was around four years old and his mother woke him in the middle of the night to bring him to the stables. he got to witness the birth of his first horse, etienne.

adam was very prone to meltdowns, especially if any changes happened or if he couldn’t see his mother when he had been told he could, or if his father yelled or slammed a door or hit him. adam was very sensitive to his environment and it would often bring him to tears and/or tantrums. his mother was pretty much the only one that could get him to calm down eventually.

as he got a bit older and started studying with the private tutors, he took so much joy in infodumping about new things to his mother. she never had a proper education, her brothers taught her to read and write, so she was always so fascinated by what adam told her. he’d spend hours telling her things, sometimes. they’d walk around the garden or ride a horse together and he’d ramble on. (truly the only time he’s ever considered a chatterbox is if he’s infodumping. otherwise he was so so quiet and still is generally).

when his mother got sick and became bed-ridden, she told him to keep an eye on the flowers and horses for her. so every day he’d come visit her and tell her how they were doing. he’d also tell her about what he was studying and reading. he was getting very interested in books by this age (nine). many nights he would stay in her room and read to her. she’d fall asleep before him and he’d eventually close the book and snuggle next to her. he could tell she was getting weaker but he’d close his eyes and pretend they were at the farm with her brothers in the sunshine. hoping one day they’d get there.

[yanderepuck]

Masterlist

Spicy things Masterlist

OC Masterpost

Birthday Dress Masterpost

Headcanons

Charles I - Charles II

Leonardo I - Leonardo II

Shakespeare I - Shakespeare II - Shakespeare Birthday Prompts

Vlad I

Vincent I - Depressed Vincent Masterlist

Theo I

Dazai I - Depressed Dazai

The Pets

Puck I - Puck II

Lumiere I

Brush I - Garbage Babies

Louis I

Harry I

Thyme I - Fur Noodles

Bunta I

Schelm I

King I

Marshmallow I - Three stages of a marshmallow

Vic I

Jupiter I

What if they were all babies

What if the babies had babies

What if the pets were human

Why shouldn't they be allowed in the kitchen

Their favorite food

Their favorite toy

Drabbles

Just Writer Trio Things Masterlist

Pirate AU Masterlist

Kiss Event Lines Masterlist

Sleepwalking Isaac Masterlist

Ikevamp OC Masterlist

Reason why Leonardo won't turn anyone

Guys in the thermae

What in their camera roll

Modern Day Mansion

When Purebloods are alone

The guys as cats

Trying sushi

When mom and dad aren't home

Fang Length

Charles x Vincent Platonic: Part 1 - Part 2

Vincent x Dazai Platonic: Part 1 - Part 2

Will x Vincent genderbend

Evil Trio group chat

Everyone is babies

Theo meeting his wife

When the boys get sick

Hunter AU

The guys and babies

Sword lessons

The guys in Twisted Wonderland dorms

How old the guys were when they died

What Pokemon Gym Leader Types They Guys are

Vincent's Romantic Life: Part 1 - Part 2

Things that might as well be canon

Catboy Cafe AU: Part 1 - Part 2 - Mini Story

Me snapping their suspenders

The guys as women

Stealing the Mona Lisa

Mc with mental illness

How their ages work

How they feel about body hair

Whats in their camera roll

How much do they swear

Comte getting stuck in the 21st century

AU Where Everything is the Same Except . . .

No one believes each other

They actually have vampire abilities

No one understands French - Bonus I - Bonus II

They have a social media following

Mc is a pureblood - Bonus I

Mc has an underfunded American public education

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Free to use character sheet

[blaiselumiere]

//closed starter @opheliafifi​

If a person needed to find Lumiere somewhere else, they had three options. His place, the kitchen, and, of course, the bar. Blaise had been spending more time in a bar because he hadn't been restocking the alcohol stash in his place in a futile attempt to reduce his drinking. In fact, there was even one point he’d consider going to Gaston’s Tavern just to get a drink, but knew best not to mess with the big guy, especially after his conversation with Claudette. Nonetheless, today was a different day. He had mustered up the courage to annoy the big egoistic guy and walked up to his very own tavern, ready to drink to his heart's content.

As he opened the door, the atmosphere of musky testosterone already slapped him in the face. He sat on the corner drinking his beer, and by his fourth refill, Blaise was already drunk enough to mingle with the men who were equally as drunk as him. For a moment, he thought he wouldn’t fit in with the bulky tatted men around him who seemed to dress in just whatever they could get from their closet. However, after a couple of hours, Blaise had caught himself singing to "Sweet Child O’ Mine" with a bunch of dudes all reaching out for the mic. It was a stupid mess, but he had to admit he loved the camaraderie.

He needed to take a break to get another round of beers, so Lumiere went to the barstool to collect the mugs when he saw a woman sitting beside him. "Hey, up for some fun?" He said with the biggest drunken smile as he slid a glass of beer to her. To his surprise, the girl was none other than Fifi herself, and he could almost feel the flush of alcohol leave his body. "Oh, Fi. You’re here." Blaise tried to give her a soft smile, glad to see her face once more. He was too drunk to be sappy about meeting her, but he had enough brain power to know that the woman in front of him mattered to him a lot.

Like some sick game, their Whitney Houston song came on the karaoke and one of the guys called him out for it. "You want to sing this one out?" He extended his hand, tilting his head to the mic that was waiting out for them. "C'mon, for old times' sake."

[kelleah-meah]

General Plans for Fall 2023

Like last year, I've made plans for the fall season. Even though I've been trying to slow down and engage in slow living more, it does look like this autumn is going to be anything but boring.

So this list is great for providing a guide for what I would like to do, but it's not intended to be a comparison of what I should be expected to do. Rest and balance are always the goal now as my holistic health takes a greater priority in my life.

Just as a reminder, even though I have the rest of September, October, November and the first few weeks of December to do these, some of the stereotypical autumn activities that you might see on social media aren't on it.

For example, apple picking is no where on this list because I'm not a fan of doing labor for free and calling it "fun." I just want to eat the apples. I don't want to pick the apples. But otherwise, I think you might like most of the suggestions below.

September

Celebrate the Autumnal Equinox 🍁 ✅

Slow cook a meal in a crockpot 🍲 

Bake an apple-themed dessert (e.g., apple crisp, apple pie, apple brown betty) 🍏 ✅

Go for a bike ride in the park 🚲 ☑️

Mabon-themed tarot reading 🃏 ✅

Give myself a facial with an autumn-themed face mask 🧖🏽‍♀️ 

Work on my jigsaw puzzle 🧩

Put on some music and paint what I hear and feel 🎨

Donate clothes to a local charity, homeless shelter or refugee center 👚

Go for a walk in the park and enjoy the changing of the leaves 🍂 ☑️

Visit a coffee shop and hang out there while reading or writing 🥐

Spend a rainy day inside reading a book 📕

October

Read the poem "October" by Robert Frost 📖

Do Inktober challenge (draw, paint, or sketch every day & share it) 🖌️

Hang Halloween wreath 🥀 ✅

Put together 5 Dark Academia outfits and share them on social media 🧥

Enjoy Halloween candy without guilt 🍬 ✅

Go for a bike ride in the park 🚲

Binge-watch Penny Dreadful, Grimm, What We Do In The Shadows, or The Sandman 📺

Make my own pizza night 🍕

Make Rice Krispie treats (Don't know why, but these always feel very autumn-y to me. I think it's the marshmallows.) 🤤

Go for a walk in the park and enjoy the changing of the leaves 🍂

Attend a harvest or fall festival 🌻

Cook homemade soup 🥣

Paint my fingernails a dark color (e.g., black, blue, purple) 💅🏼

Take a road trip to Salem, MA 🚗

Visit occult / metaphysical shop ☠️

Enjoy some hot apple cider & hot apple cider donuts 🍎

Go on a guided ghost walk 👻

Try hot chocolate at 2 restaurants or cafes where I've never had it before ☕

Cook a pot of chili 🌶️

Bake bread 🍞

Wear something orange 🧡

Go stargazing 🌌

Make s’mores 😋

Watch autumn or horror-themed movies throughout the month 🎃

Dance to Allhallowtide playlist 💃

Do a Samhain-themed tarot reading 🃏

Celebrate departed loved ones, friends and family during Allhallowtide (Halloween, All Saints' Day, and the Day of the Dead or All Souls' Day)⚱️

November

Donate to a local food bank 🥫

Visit a university campus and take photos at the height of the leaves changing 📸

Spend a rainy day inside reading a book 📕

Cook homemade soup 🥣

Visit an art museum (Chagall, Paris exhibit at the Hall des Lumieres) 🖼️

Shop for Christmas gifts 🛍️

Put on my most comfy pajamas and spend the evening watching retro/classic/scary films 🎥

Cook a hearty stew and experiment with the ingredients 🍲

Bake bread 🍞

Take a long scenic drive in the countryside on a crisp, sunny day 🚙

Put on some music and paint what I hear and feel 🎨

Make s’mores 😋

Go see a play 🎭

Visit a coffee shop and hang out there while reading or writing 🥐

Volunteer for a cause or community event ⛑️

Bake an apple-themed dessert (e.g., apple crisp, apple pie, apple brown betty) 🍏

Go on a group hike 🥾

Celebrate Thanksgiving with my family 🦃

Eat popcorn while enjoying a movie (at home or at the cinema) 🍿

December

Treat myself to some new thick wool socks 🧦

Cook a pot of chili 🌶️

Bake bread 🍞

If I feel sick or under the weather, enjoy a hot toddy 🥃

Spend a rainy day inside reading a book 📕

Make Rice Krispie treats 🤤

Put on some music and paint what I hear and feel 🎨

Eat popcorn while enjoying a movie (at home or at the cinema) 🍿

[shanscript]

aaa hihi shan! congrats on 1k!!! your playthings event is super cute and creative— may i partake? 🥺💕

daishou suguru, sakusa kiyoomi

they/them

v!reader

used to be a night owl but recently cannot stay asleep past 8am :(

hot tea

youtube

introvert

neutrals

shuffled playlist

thank you so much and congrats again!! i hope you're having a lovely day 🥺

your toy matchup is the tor 💕

part of my playthings 1k matchup event!

who: daishou x v!reader

what: adult characters, use of a cock ring, morning sex, mating press, creampie, blended orgasm

HI LUMIERE!! thank you so much, i was so excited to open this event for that reason 🥰 i'm havin' a p great day & hope you are too!! i toootally get that no-longer-can-be-a-nightowl-because-capitalism vibe 😭 (and YES i get to write more daishou omg)

“Suguru!” you huffed, straining to take a full breath, “I’m gonna...”

“Gonna what?” Daishou growled into your shoulder, biting down on your collarbone. The lewd sounds of his cock drilling your sultry slit got a little louder, rhythm building. Your knees were pushed up to your chest, hooked over Daishou’s unyielding biceps. Your once perfectly-pressed skirt was a wrinkled mess, bunched up to your waist. The two of you were really giving his new couch a proper stress test.

“Gonna.. mmmmph,” your eyes rolled back, “gonna be late!”

Daishou had already stuffed you full of his cum. It was sloshing and squirting out of your tight hole every time the vibrating toy circling his base slammed home. It was thanks to the ring that he was still this hard, reaching deep inside you with swift strokes. The silicone shocked your clit with every impact. Daishou crouched a little lower on top of you, picking up the pace. He pushed through the overstimulation to keep feeling your pussy grip him like this, just a little longer.

“Can’t go to work til you cum,” he hissed. “My house, my rules.”

Your knees buckled and shook, like those little words were all you needed. Something new and overwhelming washed through you. Sparks flew from your clit and core in one, big climactic chorus. Your body tensed and relaxed over and over, so rapidly stars twinkled in your peripherals.

“Why don’t ya just call in sick,” Daishou’s hips slowed to long, languid strokes. His lips grazed your jaw, pressing a kiss to the corner of your open mouth, “so I can feel you do that again?”

taglist: @nepenthendline @kou-taro @toonpai @devilgirlcrybabiey @omiishii

[moshi-moshi-sunflower]

[Ikemen Vampire Scenario/Imagine] Bedridden (part 2) 💊

Imagine: You live in the mansion, and you’re feeling very ill. Your illness keeps you in bed for days, if not weeks. What will the guys do?

Category: Reader insert - forget about little miss snack, you are the MC.

Characters: Dazai, Isaac, Jean, Shakespeare, Comte and Sebastian.

Warnings: Some fluff? 

First part here.

Dazai

Goes to your room and offers you a couple of books that he believed could be of use to you-- books that could distract you, yes.

He goes just to have chats with you; it doesn't matter if you respond in monosyllables, or don’t respond at all. He will still talk, softly, with a silky voice that sometimes he seems to use on purpose to make you feel sleepy and rest.

He acts as natural and relaxed as always, instead of showing the concern many of the others show.

This is surprisingly reassuring.  

However, he still tells you, every once in a while, something along the lines of: “You have to recover soon, Toshiko-san. You have all of these renowned personalities in disarray, and it’s kinda hard to make them be fun this way.”

Also, sometimes he brings you an apple, saying that “it was supposed to be for Ai-kun, but you need it more.”

His eyes are calm, and they soften whenever they observe you. Concerned or not, he hopes you’ll get better, and that’s good enough for you.

Isaac

He is firstly shocked. And after the shock has happened, almost everyone has already reacted, and he finds himself looking around in annoyance and embarrassment.

He does NOT enjoy crowded spaces, and it takes a while before he goes to see you.

When he does, he mutters something that sounds like he’s wishing you well; that he wishes you to get better. But it might as well have been a hallucination.

He is not sure of what to do with a sick person…? So he considers that the best thing is to leave her some space… and space for the people that actually do know what to do.

What to do, what to do…?

He sees Leonardo bringing Lumiere to your room, and has the subsequent millionaire idea, that brings a smile to your face. “Harry!”

“You shouldn’t extenuate yourself so much…” he says, awkwardly. “He doesn’t even really recognise his name.”

Unfortunately, after accidentally scaring Harry, the little creature attempts to make an escape, and runs to hide beneath the sheets.

“Harry!” Isaac’s hands move towards the hedgehog before remembering that you are beneath the sheets too, and his face turns red, even his ears reddening before his hands jerk back.

(He has no idea how clothed you are, given that the sheets cover you right above your neck)

You laugh weakly, and he sputters an explanation, about the urgency of grabbing Harry.

Harry’s shape is visible through the sheets, a small mound fidgeting, and that combined with Isaac’s expression make you laugh out loud, even though doing so hurts.

Isaac, alarmed, scolds you, with a fierce frown, but your hands find Harry and hold him before he can complain anymore.

The hedgehog doesn’t harm you, too busy curling up in a ball, and Isaac takes it back, deflated.

“That was a horrible idea. I am-- I am sorry... I’ll take my leave now”, he mutters.  

But you shake your head slowly. “I haven’t laughed like that in a while... Thank you.”

(He doesn’t seem to believe you, but it is true)

Jean

Who knows from where did he find a rose... ? Clearly not from the flower shop, considering that it seems to have been crudely cut.

In the gardens now there’s one less rose, plus a massive hole in the rose bushes that leaves Sebastian both baffled and horrified, wondering if a wild animal has broken out in the gardens.

Meanwhile, Jean realizes that he should have used his sword to cut the thorns, not the rose.

So he does, with an appalling lack of expertise, for someone that is indeed an experienced swordsman.

Later, he offers you the rose, with a blank expression, that doesn’t manage to tear your attention from the gashes on his gloves.

Sitting on the bed and leaving the rose aside, you try to reach for his hands, before he moves away; you’re successful, and he stares at you, with an almost startled expression.

You gently touch the places where the cuts are, making him take off his gloves.

You thank him heartfeltly-- before recommending him to go to the flower shop next time. Or, you know, just asking for help.

He freezes, his two hands being held by both of yours. Once you let him go, he quickly retreats, and you’re not entirely sure he bids you farewell before leaving hurriedly.

You lower your gaze, and smile.

He left his gloves on your lap.  

Shakespeare

He takes the carriage just to see you, as soon as he receives the news that you’re quite ill.

He stays a long while by your bedside; doing what? Well, writing, for starters. He finds you quite inspiring right now (oh-oh)

But don’t worry, he also reads to you. Your favorite plays, your favorite books, or anything he thinks it might interest you.

In fact, he creates stories for you; stories in which you are the protagonist, and -after a fair dose of tragedy, after all, that is completely necessary in any story- he sometimes rewards you with something akin to a happy ending.

In some of those, you are sick, too; but it usually ends up with you getting better (most of the times…)

You are surprised when he touches your forehead, to make sure you don’t have a lot of fever.

If you attempt to leave the bed, he’ll smile… and then you’ll feel compelled to immediately crawl back to your bed, and hide beneath the bed sheets, shivering.

He doesn’t even have to talk, his eyes are enough.

Sometimes if he sees you anxious to get up, he does comment, in a dangerously amiable tone, “Fair one, at this rate I might be forced to tie you. Or art thou willing to face the consequences, of getting up before time has come...?”  

And talking about when ‘time has come’... When the time comes for him to leave, he always bids you farewell by kissing the back of your hand.  

You are not entirely sure if he’s enjoying this situation or not… Would it be more disturbing if he did, or if he didn’t?

Comte

What were you expecting? Of course he’s one of the firsts in line to go see you.

He behaves as gentlemanly as always, offering absolutely (and I mean absolutely) anything you need. Medicines? Checked. A doctor? Checked. Cachemira scarf? Checked. Fluffy angora socks? Checked. What else...? Ah, yes...

You have to ask him to stop at some point, jesus christ.

He takes your hand between his, emphasizing his interest in your well being.

He touches your face gently, to check your temperature.

His hand feels comfortably cold, and you close your eyes, muscles relaxing with his touch.

You’re not entirely sure, but you swear he sometimes visits you while you sleep, to check up on you. You feel his eyes for a few moments, before he leaves.

His presence is actually comforting, and his calm smile always reassures you, saying you’ll get better, with no problem.

In a few words, he pampers you non stop, asleep or awake.

You promise to make it up to him, but he just chuckles lightly.

Sebastian

He orders you to stay in bed, and goes back to you every once in a while, to make sure you are doing okay.

If you ever try to get up, he admonishes you; and if you insist too much, he gives you a light flick on the forehead, waaay more softer than what you ever thought him capable of doing.

He brings food to your bed (Comte would have insisted anyway, tbh), and makes some spare moments to share with you.

He religiously gives you every medicine at the exact same hour you are supposed to take them.

Precise as a walking clock, you can’t help but admire his dedication to you, even when he has so much to do, especially now that you are not helping him.

You offer to give him the new info you obtained from the other residents-- of how they behave when someone in their house is sick (and when said someone is a girl)...

You are not entirely sure it’s a proper thing to do, but it seems harmless enough. Sebastian accepts your offer, with that sparkle in his eyes you know so well.

So you spend an afternoon exchanging information; because in return for your words, you receive new information, from when the other residents have been sick.

(Now that is more questionable, you think...)

And yet, you keep chatting happily, basking in Sebastian’s reliability, even when it comes to make you feel better.

[ticenchantedtoc]

Valentine's at the Castle:

- Based on the weather and Human Again, I fully believe that Beast gifting the library to Belle happened around Valentine's (I will elaborate if anyone wants to know)

- Adam, of course, wants to find something he can do for Belle the next year... It's a hard choice when his last gift was so over the top.

- Lumiere has been very excited, now that he's human again, to set up an elaborate dinner date for Babette (no he will not shut up about how excited he is. Cogsworth is so sick of hearing about it, and they're still a week away)

- Fife has been shut up in his room, working on the hundredth love confession that will never be read. They never were when he was alive, and they never will be now.

- In the past, Belle and Maurice spent Valentine's together, as the person the other loved most in the world.

- Cadenza wakes up early (on purpose this time) to play Garderobe's favorite pieces for her in the morning. They probably spend most of the day performing together and going on long walks and just taking all their time for each other.

- Mrs Potts no longer has her husband, but she takes the holiday to make cookies and sweets for her kids. Most of them try to help and make a big mess, but she doesn't mind

- Lumiere's twin sister Lorena takes Angelique out for drinks since neither of them has a date

- LePlume spends the week leading up to Valentine's writing and hiding suggestive, flirty notes throughout the library for his boyfriends to find. Every time Webster thinks he's finally found the last one, LePlume smugly informs him he missed some.

[fizzy-dizz]

Lumiere's Sick Day: Pages 14-16 Prev | Next

Anxiety anxiety anxiety… what can you do

Because these pages were kinda challenging both writing and layout-wise, I'd written an excerpt to hopefully explain a bit more as i don't think i expressed it too well through dialogue??

“Cogsworth still fears something bad will happen again. The psychological toll of living 10 years under the curse doesn’t just disappear overnight after all. He feels guilty that he isn’t as quickly well adjusted to normality as everyone else has, and at the same time doesn’t understand how everyone can easily forget about what just happened. This random incident of Lumière falling ill had completely frightened him- even though he didn’t catch anything serious. Although he knows in a practical sense that this is unlikely, Cogsworth still fears in his heart a repeat of the curse, or something akin, to creep up on the castle once again. During this fragile period where he is still processing things at his own pace, Lumière’s sudden collapse had caused him to spiral, with his anxieties confirming his greatest fears for just a moment; targeting his best friend as punishment. Cogsworth wishes he could stop worrying and instead celebrate this new, refreshing era with his friends, but that doesn’t come easy when you’re wired to hold a deep protectiveness to the castle and everyone in it… and a learned sense of security to the person who’s been closest by your side through it all.

Lumière is the one that’s hurt, why is he so calm about this? He’s treating it as if it's nothing. Why doesn't he care about how the others feel about his situation? Why am I reacting so much? I wish he could just get out of his own head. So selfish…”

Also here's the rose bush detail in page 15! I like how it came out but it got covered by text lmao

[nafeary]

“Sun and Moon”

⚬ Pairing: Leonardo da Vinci/Reader

⚬ Characters: Reader, Leo, Comte, and Mozart

⚬ Word Count: 1.3k

⚬ Genre: Fluff, but also a lil bit of Leo being an edgelord

⚬ Warnings: none

⚬ Event: 500 Follower Milestone Celebration [Requests Closed]

✧✎ Prompt/s: Requested by @nishtharya

4. “You’re like the moon.” “Didn’t you say I was hot?”

14. “Gossip and cuddles? “Gossip and cuddles.”

✧✎ A/N: haha, did I say flashfics haha uhm... I’m sorry, but im physically unable to write things without plot, it seems. I hope you enjoy this regardless 💜💜💜 take care everyone, and drink water!

Snowflakes were brimming the edge of your wool hat, your fingertips numb and stiff as you pulled your mantle tight around yourself. Impatient footsteps were stamped across the white ground of Comte’s mansion, evidence of you foul mood. Things had been difficult enough, especially with the mansion’s butler having fallen sick, and now a vexing encounter with some disparaging men at weekly market had left you intensely frustrated.

As you huffed a billow of your breath into the air, you spotted the le Comte conversing with Leonardo, the latter rather apparent in showing his apathy. Your eyes met across the distance, molten gold slowly enrapturing your senses—they’ve always had the ability to annihilate even the most stubborn of negative emotions, yet you couldn’t help your frustration at the period-typical misogyny you had had to face.

Your lover promptly turned back to his friend, giving him a friendly pat on his shoulder before sauntering over to you. Le Comte nodded your way before disappearing inside the mansion.

“So,” you began once he stopped in front of your form, resisting the urge to wrap your arms around him and rubbing your icy fingers together in an attempt to spark some warmth. “what were you two talking about?”

“Nothing too important, cara mia.” He’s apparently taken notice of your shivers, warmth spread across your skin, when he clasped your hands in his; then, he started to squeeze them, kneading your skin with his thumbs until you felt the uncomfortable stiffness gradually wear off.

He brought your hands close to his face, pursed his saccharine lips, and started to blow on them. A sensation fizzled to life in your lower tummy, akin to a hearty soup warming you from the inside.

Leo guided your threaded hands to his chest while gazing at you beneath his dense lashes. “He merely informed me that the ball tonight was canceled.”

Ah... the ball. A friend of le Comte’s had invited Mozart to play at that ball—which would have been tonight—and the master of the mansion insisted on his attendance. Society and tradition invariably got their way, thus causing you to be appointed as his entourage. None of you were elated at this development, and you were certain that Leo was reluctant to let you attend a ball as someone else’s sweetheart... pretend or not.

But he’d kept quiet, enjoining you to enjoy yourself while requesting Mozart to look out for you. As much as you appreciated his consideration, you had contemplated the decision to attend regardless—but the occurrences today had officially soiled your mood.

“I see... truth be told, I wasn’t in the mood to hang around nobles, anyway.” And truly, you’d much rather curl up beneath your lover’s blanket, asking Leo whether he could whip up that minestrone that was the epitome of soul food. Perhaps even telling him about those men’s revolting views.

Bits of snow began to powder his ashen hair, reflecting the light of the moon as they slowly melted. The frosty flakes in stark contrast to his calming expression, they prompted you to lift the corner of your lips, not wanting to look too cold and mad under his warm gaze. “I see. Is there anything you’d like to do, mia principessa?”

He shed his mantle, gently pulling it over your shoulders in a graceful arch. “Gossip and cuddles?” You hated how needy you sounded, yet there was no use concealing the desire to spend time with your beau. Leonardo would waste no time figuring out your hidden emotions, either way.

“Gossip and cuddles, it is.”

“—and they had the audacity to tell me that I ought to cover my cleavage further over the day. What’s the point of doing that if evening wear shows of racks left and right, anyway?”

You’d been ranting about the ways of the 19th century for a good hour now. In between a few tears of vexation—especially looking back on the more hurtful comments they’d thrown your way—and plenty furious curses here and there, Leonardo had prepared you some minestrone. After only a couple of spoons, you could already feel the crease in between your eyebrows subsiding.

Now, his arms were protectively wound around your stomach, molding the marbles of your spine against his chest. Being the big spoon was his favourite thing, that much he’d admitted. Not that you were complaining, of course—the warmth his hugs shared was incomparable. “Thank you for listening to me. I’m sorry if I bored you.”

“Nonsense,” he whispered in response, pressing his soft lips against the shell of your ear, and continued peck after peck until he reached your temple. “They had know right judging you based on your appearance.”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, the only sound disturbing the peace resounding from the little cocoon Lumiere had curled herself into, adorable quiet mewling making you simper from ear to ear.

You recalled the earlier fortunate events, halting at the sheer convenience. Pursing your lips in thought, you were more than certain that Leonardo must have asked Comte to excuse yourself from the activity upon seeing your distress—he could read you like no other, after all. He must have already known to your desire not to attend the festivities.

“You know, Leo? You’re like the moon, in some ways.”

He playfully nibbled your ear, prompting you to flinch in surprise, vermillion staining your cheeks. “Didn’t you say I was hot? Just yesterday, you were claiming that in between your pretty gasps—”

Swiftly, you turned around, lightly pinching his arms in the process. “I get it. Let me talk.” As serious as you were trying to come across, you couldn’t help a few giggles from slipping past your mouth, his wide-eyed expression, and that surprised pout lacing his lips, just too satisfactory.

“You’re always incredibly attentive and caring. No matter what, you never fail to watch over your loved ones, just like the moon never fails to guide us through darkness.” Just the way he immediately got to work to make you feel better, without ever having been asked to do so, filled you with a sense of belonging.

Your stare fluttered past the window revealed by the drapes, the moonlight sparkling in alabaster droplets that poured from the kohl sky.

“Beyond that, you never reveal your true intentions—even if you’re directly called out, you just... manage to stay in the shadows without ever admitting that you were looking out for someone.” You’ve gotten used to your lover’s innovative ways—both in helping people out, and hiding that that’s what he was assaying to achieve.

“And you shine so so bright, Leonardo. Especially when you choose to step into your moonlight, celebrating with the people around you instead of merely watching them live from the shadows.” At this point, you were aware that your were trailing off, the cogs in your mind turning slower and slower, as though they were treading through syrup.

Slowly, his body began to respond to your admittedly embarrassing musings, yet his eyes were the last thing you managed to focus on before succumbing to your exhaustion, a stunning gold that beheld you as if you were his greatest treasure.

As you let your head fall onto his chest, he could feel his unconscious slipping to and fro like an ocean tide as he whispered a honeyed, “ti amo, cara mia,” into the tangles of your hair, the universe never seeming so in orbit.

“If I am indeed the moon, you are the sun—so bright, I’m afraid I might appear to tenebrous.”

Tag List of the most wonderful sweethearts (just message me if you’d like to be added <3): @juminly @kisara-16 @sweetlittlemouse @thesirenwashere @nad-zeta @delicateikemenmemes

[lumiereandcogsworth]

lumiere for the character meme?

favorite thing about them: his sick dance moves and unparalleled swag (also his over-confident optimism)

least favorite thing about them: i don’t think there’s anything i dislike about this man honestly. i guess if i knew him personally i’d get annoyed by his energy and need a break from him eventually lmaooo

favorite line: “a broken clock is right two times a day, mon ami, but this is not one of those times.”

brOTP: him & adam 🥺 the brotherhood of it all, the friendship of it all, i could go off but i already have…

OTP: him & plumette!!!!!! invented love. too beautiful for words. gorgeous stunning show-stopping never been done before

nOTP: i don’t know if i’ve seen a bad ship for him. he’s pretty much only shipped with either plum or cogs as far as i’ve seen lmao. don’t ship him with belle or adam i guess? they’re besties >_>

random headcanon: he’s afraid of the dark

unpopular opinion: i don’t mind that he’s a monogamous whore for his wife???

song i associate with them: im not really music literate that way. uhh, any musical theatre number. any disco song. any song you can dance like a mad man to.

favorite picture of them:

i have no taste buds but i can tell this is exQUISITE!

send me a character!

[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

could we have mc falling down the stairs and getting a concussion with ikevamp pls?

I got ya! Sorry it took this long...

Comte

you where at a party with Comte

 while he talked to guests you excused yourself and walked outside

on the way out you  accidentally ran into a man

he helped you up, you apologized and continued walking

you reached the front door and stepped outside

suddenly a very angry lady burst outside and came right at you

“ Why where you talking to me husband!” you looked at her, a little confused

“ Well, I bumped into him and I had to apologize. That’s the right thing to do. Non?”

“ You’re lying!” “ Listen here I already have a boyfriend. And he’s the most loving, caring, kind-hearted, sweet person I have ever met! Why the hell would I go talking to your husband!” “ You lying little bi**h. I know you want to steal him away. I can’t let that happen. No hard feelings right?”

she looked at you, her words dripping with venom and before you could react she pushed you down the stairs.

you fell and hit your head hard  on one of the steps

you heard a commotion at the top of the stair and you where pretty sure you saw a golden figure bend over you, but you blacked out

when you woke up you realized you where back home in your bed

you looked over to your right and saw a very tired looking Comte smiling down at you

you felt guilty so you apologized

he combed your hair and reassured you that everything’s fine and he isn’t mad at you

he was super worried but he won’t let it show for your sake

Oh yessssss some nice juicy drama * faints because of my own work*

Leonardo

uuuuuuuh this man will have a heart attack

you where walking around town, when you came across this huge library

you were super exited about it so Leo decided to walk you around

you two had a blast

you where mesmerized at the millions of old books inside

When you found something interesting you would bounce up and down like the adorable little dork you where and Leo would chuckle, loving every second of it

when it was time to leave you skipped out followed by Leo

you where walking down the stairs explaining about modern libraries when you slipped and fell backwards hitting your head on the step

Leo couldn’t catch you

the last thing you remember is Leonardo’s worried face

you woke up in your bed

you looked around the room

suddenly you felt the blanket shift a bit

as you lifted it Lumiere crawled out

he nudged your cheek and curled up beside you

you pet him for a while and then got up

“ OUCh! Oh Cara mia you’re awake

yup he fell asleep right next to your bed on the floor

you giggled and gently tugged him up and into the bed

you cuddled for a solid 2 hours

Arthur

it was winter

you where walking home after a case

you where talking and laughing

but the ground was icy and as you where walking by the entrance to a building you pointed at something and accidentally slipped

Arthur was looking at what you pointed at when he heard a dull thump a groan and a horrible crack

he whirled around only to see you on the ground, knocked out and a small stream of blood was flowing from your cheek

he immediately scooped you up and ran, all the while beating himself up for not catching you

you woke up in your bed

Arthur was passed out on the bed next to you

you realized your head was bandaged, you had a band-aid on your cheek and your arm was in a sling

when he felt you stir Arthur woke up and hugged you

turns out you blocked most of the fall with your hand so you didn’t break your head, and managed to get away with a concussion, but your left arm payed the price because now it was broken

This doctor was worried sick

Theo

Theoooooo mah boi

you just finished up at one of Theo’s art exhibition? displays? showcases? i don’t know, just imagine the correct version here

he had just made a really good deal and he was visibly happy

you two chatted as you walked outside

as you reached the bottom and where standing there waiting for a carriage, a rabid dog jumped out of the bush and attacked you knocking you to the ground

Theo couldn’t catch you he was to busy getting the dog to leave

you hit your head on the last step really hard and within a few moments you lost conciseness

You woke up in your bed the next day (or so you thought)

Theo was sitting next to you holding your hand

he pulled you into a tight hug

“ Silly Y/N scarring me like this.”

you broke free from his bear hug, only to pull your lover into a passionate kiss

when you pulled away he stared  into your eyes

Theo’s not the type to convert his emotions into words he prefers actions and the way he’s looking at you now melts your heart and you know how much he worried about you

“Thank you for taking care of me Theo. I’m a little sleepy now but can you stay a while” he snorted “ Wasn’t  a day and a half enough for you” buuut he’s a cutie so he crawled into bed with you and held you close as you fell asleep

*Me writing a part for Theo*: yes yes let’s make Theo’s favorite animal into the villain of this. ok and then let’s traumatize him by making you sleep for a long time. AAAAHHHHAHAHAHA I’m so evil. Ok so now that i have that out of my system let’s make this the sappiest of them all. OML I LOVE HIM

Dazai

Dazai and you where walking from the gazebo after *caught* things *caught*

no I’m kidding you had a tea party and  made rhymes about little dolls and bird and playgrounds

you cute little dorks I love you so much

Sebas was watering the plants there a few minutes ago and it got onto the steppes

Dazai was busy making ridiculously stupid dad jokes and you where laughing your head off

sadly you didn’t notice the puddle and slipped on it banging your head on the step

the last thing you remember was Dazai wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up whispering “ I got you little bird”

you woke up in your bed in the evening

Dazai was right next to you stroking your hair

“ Good morning, Toshiko-san!” you couldn’t help but laugh

Dazai was worried about you but he likes to live his life by the saying: Laughter is the best medicine

Vincent

you when to a church because Vincent wanted to paint it

however once he finished most of it he decided it was missing something

something that could immediately turn any plain picture into a beautiful masterpiece

you 

he asked you to model and you gladly agreed

you sat on the steppes and let Vincent paint you

once he was finished you jumped up and started hurrying down the stairs to see how it looked

unfortunately you slipped on one of the worn down steps and fell back banging you head and blacking out

Vincent saw this and rushed up to you

he was beside himself

he already has trouble dealing with emotions, and he just saw your life flash before his eyes

baby boy is traumatized

he picked you up and since he couldn’t carry it ditched the paining and ran to the nearest carriage

you woke up with Vincent by your side

he held your hand and smiled gently

“You’re awake thank God!”

you asked about the painting and he said he just left it there

needles to say you felt horrible so you asked if you could go back

he laughed saying it’s probably gone but complied

surprisingly the painting was still there

Napoleon

you where fencing

it was all fun and games

you would try your best and Leon would disarm you with ease

sometimes he would let you win by dropping the foil very obviously and saying something stupid like Oh no nunuce you got me again

either way it would always result in him picking you up and tickling you

at one point you where standing near the stairs

you where trying to disarm him and didn’t notice them

you stepped back and tripped and fell hitting your head on one of the stairs

the former emperor of France felt his blood chill 

he had never seen something scarier then you passed out on the stairs

in a flash he was by your side scooped you up and ran into the house

you woke up a few hours later and sitting right next to you, squeezing your hand like there is no tomorrow, was Napoleon

Honestly he looked like he had aged 50 years

but as son as you made eye contact all that  disappeared as if it wasn’t even there to begin with

He hugged you and semi scolded you for being a nunuce and scaring him

Jean

My apology for this one instead of stairs I used a horse. Also based on a true story, sorta. I didn’t have Jean.😢😂

soldier boy

so you where riding with Jean one day

you loved these little outings

the way the wind whipped your hair and the landscape rushed past you as you rode into the sunset

romantic I know

but you have to remember that this also has it’s dangers...

that day you stayed out a bit longer then usual

the sun had already set when you decided it was time to go

so  you started making your way back through the dark forest

 suddenly a fox dashed across the rode and scared your horse

it reared and trashed an threw you off it’s back

you hit your head and blacked out

you woke up the next morning in Jean’s bed

he himself sat beside you

he had his eye patch off and he had bags under his eyes

it was clear he stayed up all night ( he was that worried)

you felt guilty

you got up and hugged him against your chest  caressing his hair

he sighed “ I was so worried about you mademoiselle“

you giggled at the name “ I’m sorry monsieur“

he looked up at you lovingly, deep purple eyes shining

he reached up to cup your cheek as you threaded your hand through his hair and you both met in a passionate kiss

Me: YOU MAY KISS THE BRIDE!!!!!! *sigh* I have lost my mind i case you haven’t noticed

Mozart

tsundere baby

Mozart had just finished one of his performances

and of coarse he killed it

since the place was not that far from the mansion you decided to walk to spare Mozart’s stomach

you where walking and you spotted something you stopped and excitedly pointed at it

Mozart rolled his eyes and kept going “You already have a plushie”

you playfully pouted but ran to catch up to him

suddenly a carriage rolled past you really close and scared you

you lost you balance and fell, hitting your head on the steppes of the building on your right

 Mozart wheeled around and saw you on the ground

he cursed himself for not being next to you,

he quickly picked you up and ran

You woke up the next day

Mozart was right next to you

“ This is why I hate carriages”

you burst out laughing and hugged him

he hugged you back and then slowly placed you back onto the bed

he then knelt down and brought up a bag and placed on your lap

you looked into the bad and in it was the plushie you where looking at before the accident

“ I thought it might make you feel better” the blush was visible on his cheeks

“ Oh, Mozart!” you threw your arms around him yet again “ I love it. I love you.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent “I love you too”

Isaac

you where at the university

Isaac had finished his lectures and was surprised to see you there

or at least that was what he thought he looked like in actuality

he was flustered, and was stuttering, palm sweating a little

the kids (let’s call them that ok, they’re babies compared to Isaac anyway) got a kick out of that and where snickering in the background  

you where standing on the steppes when a little girl, who you figured was someones sibling came rushing up to you

now you where standing facing each other and this girl came in between the two of you pushing you in the process

you lost your balance and hit your head on the railing of the stairs and then crumpled to the ground

all you heard was screams and then nothing

you woke up that evening and the second you opened your eyes Isaac had you wrapped up in his arms and was holding you against his chest

“ Do you have any idea how worried I was! Thank God you’re awake”

you cupped his cheek and pulled him into a kiss

once you pulled away you smiled up at the now very flustered Isaac

“ Thank you for taking care of me Isaac!”

he mumbled a ‘you’re welcome’

you laughed and hugged him

Sebastian

so the two of you cuties where grocery shopping

you where finishing up and walking out laughing and talking

all of a sudden you heard screams from inside the store

you turned around only to see a man running at you at full speed

you didn’t have time to react

he knocked into you and sent your stuff flying and you tumbling down the stairs

you hit your head hard

the last thing you remember was Sebastian desperately calling your name

you woke up in your room and Sebastian pulled you into a hug and kissed you deeply

nah just kidding

*flick*Don’t ever do that again” “ DID YOU JUST FLICK MY FOREHEAD?!

he smiled sweetly and kissed your forehead right where he flicked it

“I’m saying this because I was worried about you” “ Well that changes things”

you both laughed and then you cuddled

bless Comte for giving Sebas the rest of the day off so you could cuddle

William Shookspear

You where actually on stage

From the start of your relationship Will knew you loved acting

So one day he decided to let you audition and you got the main part

shocker 

jkjk you where a great actress

 The play began and you killed it

absolutely blew everyone away

at the end you rushed backstage to meet your boyfriend

he was there smiling at you

it was honestly the sweetest, brightest smile you had ever sen him give you

you rushed down the steppes, but your dress got caught in a nail and yanked you back

you lost your balance and fell backwards

you immediately lost consciousness

you woke up in his room

he was sitting beside you with a worried expression

he asked if you where feeling alright and when you said you felt fine he let out a sigh of relief

“ Did I do good Will?” you asked timidly

he smiled brushed back your hair and planted a kiss to your forehead

“ You where amazing”

That’s it! I really hope you enjoyed! Stay safe out there!

[shookspearewrites]

15. Are they the type to adopt strays (animals or people?) What or who have they “adopted” over the years?16. How do they like their baths/showers? Hot/cold, long/short? 24. Where did their name come from? Does it have meaning? Ik know its a lot but could you answer these for Dagmar and Freda and Jane please!

Oh my goodness I love answering these, thank you so much! Ask me something about my 5 OCs from this post!

Dagmar

15: Dagmar is almost like this silent, stoic guardian of the mansion. She looks after all of the residents but, she takes a special shine to Jean, feeling the overwhelming urge to make him feel loved - albeit in her own awkward little way. I think it's fair to say that she adopts him, sort of, in that she feels very motherly towards him even if he grumbles about her doting. As for animals, as a younger woman, Dagmar took in an abandoned Alaskan Malamute who she named Magnus and somehow turned him so he'd stay her loyal pet forever - no one is sure how she did this, even Comte didn't think it possible to turn animals. As such, Vic and King both adore Dagmar as she is a dog person who'll dote on any pup she sees.

16: She prefers cold baths and she could sit in the relaxing for hours. And by cold, I mean proper cold: Natural mountain waters that stream into a little pond out in the forest, even in the winter months just before it gets so cold that the water freezes over. That is not to say that Dagmar dislikes warmer waters - she is Scandinavian after all so she loves saunas so hot that most people would find them unbearable - she just prefers her natural little cold bathing pond.

24: Dagmar loosely means "Day" and "Daughter" which I personally interpret to mean "Daughter of the daylight".

Freda

15: Freda has mum friend vibes and will care for anybody that she can. I think most prominently, she becomes quite attached to Shakespeare - much to Arthur and Theo's frustration - and often visits him to make sure he's taking care of himself properly. She also makes it a habit to care for the wild rabbits in the gardens, even taking them in and nursing their injuries when they are sick or hurt. Freda doesn't make it a habit - since both of her boyfriends have dogs and because wild rabbits belong in the wild - but she does take a few of the bunnies in as pets, building a little hutch and special enclosure for them in the garden. She likes to give them silly little food themed names like Pumpkin (her ginger and white rabbit), Porridge (a shy little cream coloured rabbit) and Profiterole (a light brown bunny with a big chocolate brown patch on top of his head) . Freda and her bunnies have big cottagecore vibes and Arthur finds it particularly adorable just to watch her tend to the little rabbits.

16: Long, thoughtful, hot showers where she can just think and exist in peace, feeling soothed by the running water on her skin. She also enjoys lounging in le thermae but, she can't bathe there too long or the heat becomes a little too much and she feels, in her words, "like a steamed carrot".

24: Freda means "peace" which I do think suits her rather well since she is kind to all and avoids conflict where possible. I mostly picked it because Freda is partially based on me and I wanted her to have a name similar to my irl name ^^

Jane

15: Jane is cautious around new people and animals but, that is not to say that she is unfriendly. She herself was abandoned by her counsel and empathises with those in need, particularly animals. Leonardo is not so helpful in this situation because, he also has a history of taking in strays. As such, Jane has brought home a Great Dane who she named Edward, a little white persian kitten she called Lady Katherine and a ginger and white Norwegian forest cat she calls Piero. Both of the cats get on well with Lumiere and they take a shine to Leonardo right away - Lady Katherine particularly likes to clamber up onto his shoulders and hide inside his coat.

16: Oh she loves a hot bath and would spend hours in le thermae if she could. Jane and Leonardo both love to relax in the baths together into the later hours of the night, watching the twinkling stars through the glass-domed roof.

24: Jane means "God is Gracious" which I think is rather fitting as she died as a protestant martyr - Like Jean but Jane wasn't a catholic and was actually put to death for (in part) defying Catholicism.

[yanderepuck]

How about the boys caring for a sick mc who’s pushing herself too hard? (If you don’t wanna do all of them, I prefer Comte, Theo, Leo and Arthur but I would literally die for all of them soooo)

This is very much me everyday bc I push myself too hard until I have a 2 week mental breakdown and repeat.

Comte legit just spoils.  He keeps telling you not to over work.  Take a day off.  Treat yourself.  Then he over hears you saying how sore you are from working, because you will wake up and start work, and you won’t stop until you go to bed.  He makes you take a few days off to relax.  He takes you out to a nice dinner, gets you a new dress and probably even a beautiful necklace.  He brushes you hair after your shower and rubs your back.  He knows you’re just going to do it all over again because that’s who you are as a person, but that’s why he’s making you not work.

Theo knows the signs all too well.  He does it himself.  He keeps going and going and going until he drops from exhaustion.  You started to work with him and you started to love the work, you’ve learned so much and now you can’t imagine not doing it.  But you end up doing extra work.  You do Theo’s paper work, you deliver paintings early int he morning so Theo can get some extra sleep after a long night.  You gained the habits you were trying to get him to break.  The only way to get you to stop is for the both of you to take a break, and it is a well needed one.  You sleep in his bed and cuddle, King is on the bed with you.  He plays with your hair and tells you that he’s going to take you out to breakfast, and for the rest of the week there is going to be absolutely no talk about work.

Leonardo didn’t notice at first.  He knew you were often busy, but didn’t know how busy.  He does the same thing.  The moment he gets an idea he doesn’t stop until the idea is fully out of his head, wither it be a drawing, or some sort of invention, a theory he has and scribbles into a note book.  He notices you aren’t as cheery in the evenings and you seem to be avoiding him, saying you have something to do and you’ll talk to him later.  Eventually he catches you and brings you back to him room to cuddle.  You fall asleep automatically, even you didn’t realize how tired you were.  The next morning he won’t let you go.  His arms are wrapped around you.  You’re still too tired to fight back so you stay there and sleep more.  Next thing you know its after noon and Leonardo has made you lunch and Lumiere is laying beside you purring.

Arthur is either working hard or hardly working.  When he gets an idea for a story he will stay up day and night writing, no one int he mansion will see him for days.  His blood basically turns to coffee.  You knew not to bother him in those times, you didn’t want to either, you are glad to see him busy with his work, but then you also get carried away.  You’ll bring Arthur food at different times during the day and that’s about your only interactions for a week or so.  Even when night time rolls around you still find yourself cleaning something, or getting something ready.  It gets to the point where you don’t even know if you slept, or if you just stayed busy.  Finally one day when you went to take Arthur some lunch, he was out of his desk stretching.  He could read on your face that you haven’t been taking care of yourself.  You seemed to be nodding off just by standing still for too long.  He was getting to be the same way, so he set the tray of food to the side and pulled you into his bed for a nap . . . a 16 hour nap.

I will do the others, but I will make a separate post before this one gets too long <3 

[darkpetal16]

Why do I keep thinking about your overlord fic, does it have a name yet?, when the first chapter hasn’t even been released yet?!

Haven't settled on a name. :) Open to suggestions!

Want more?

I can’t believe I fainted, Lumiere fretted.

She was mortified. Cheshire and Jack were so nice about it, but--

Ahhh! I’m so embarrassed!

The following day, she was enjoying a private meeting with Momonga. The two needed to discuss what else they had discovered since coming to the new world.

Momonga learned that his emotions were being regulated--he guessed it was part of the undead passive--and he had access to all of his spells and abilities. Lumiere had confirmed that many items she had created for RP worked as stated by the flavor text. They talked quietly about what else they planned to research in the coming week. When the conversation came to a natural lull, Lumiere took the opportunity to hesitantly broach something.

“My friend?”

“Mm?”

“May I--” She fiddled with her fingers, her wings flapping. “May I seek your advise? Not, um, as a leader of the guild but as my friend.”

“Of course,” assured Momonga. “What can I do?”

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I--I’ve never been able to do the things a lot of people have.”

“I know,” said Momonga. “You were sick.”

“Y-Yeah. I always, um, wanted to, but, um…” Her wings fluttered quickly behind her. “Here I can. There’s--there’s a lot I want to do.”

“I understand,” he said. “You should do it. No holding back.”

“That--I--” Lumiere shifted nervously. “I don’t know if I should, morally or not.”

“Morals?” Momonga repeated in confusion. “What does that matter?”

“I--it’s--I want to try being romantic,” she exclaimed with a burst of bravery.

Momonaga stiffened in surprise. “Romantic…? Er…”

“With--With Jack,” she hurriedly added.

“Oooooh,” he sighed in relief. “Oh. That’s right. He was created to be your main--er--what was it? L-I? For the RP sessions?”

“Yes. Um, his flavor text was designed so he would--he would--er--you know,” she stumbled, her face feeling hot.

“Ah. Okay?”

“I dunno if that’s--if that’s morally okay? They clearly have free will.”

“If you both want to do it, then do it,” he dismissed. “What else matters?

“But--But--But--”

“Do it,” he said. “It’s not like you rewrote someone else’s creation…”

“What?”

“Nothing!”