#crow mail

Okay but that's when you realize you want to have kids with him.

You're watching his act on stage, a big smile on your face, as he makes all of the kids in the crowd laugh and give their own smiles. You marvel at how great Bob is with kids and you want that for yourself.

When your both in the tent later that night as he's removing his makeup, he notices you in the reflection of the mirror smiling at him fondly.

"What?" He questions. "Did I miss a spot?"

You shake your head. "No. It's not that."

Bob turns around in his chair while you walk up to him, sitting in his lap. His arms wrap around you protectively as you take the rag from him to start removing the make up.

"I've been thinking," you begin, wiping away the red paint from his lips before placing a tender kiss to them.

"Oh yea?" Bob asks after going in for two more quick kisses. "What about?"

"I want to have a baby; your baby," you said. "Seeing how wonderful you are with the kids and seeing how much they adore you in the Pennywise get up makes my hear swell with so much pride. I love you and I want to start a family with you."

His brow raises and you can see how wet his eyes become, a large smile pulling on his lips. His grip arounds you tighten as he stands from the chair to walk over to the somewhat small bed in his assigned housing tent at the circus.

"Well, who am I to keep my wife waiting on such a request?" Bob gently drops you onto the bed then begins to step out of his clown costume.

"But you're still covered in make up!" You giggle.

Bob shrugs. "No time to waste!"

happy halloween! tails = trick! or, uh, more like a tin can...

genuinely no idea what prompted this confession but you know what. heard. understood. fully endorsed. i miss him too 😔🎀 here's a little four-armed cuddle propaganda for you nonnie

"You are insufferable."

Sukuna's mouth curved before any of his eyes opened. "And yet you have spent the better part of an hour circling me like a starving dog."

You stopped moving. Across the dim quiet of the shrine, Uraume very carefully continued arranging the evening meal as though nothing had been said.

"I was not circling you."

"No?"

One eye opened beneath the sweep of his brow, then another. By the time all four had settled upon you, there was nowhere sensible left to look.

Sukuna reclined against the cushions with the careless sprawl of something too powerful to have ever bothered learning modesty, four arms at ease, the immense breadth of him made still more offensive by the faint amusement gathering at both mouths. He had known—of course he had known. You could not breathe differently in his presence without Sukuna noticing and deciding whether it entertained him.

"You have sighed twelve times," he observed.

Your face warmed. "You counted?"

"I was hoping you might eventually develop the courage to become interesting."

Uraume's knife struck the wooden cutting board once, very quietly.

You narrowed your eyes at him. "I hate you."

"Yes, I know."

His answer came with such immediate satisfaction that you considered leaving on principle. You made it all of three steps before a large hand closed around your wrist and the world shifted.

There was no dignity in being hauled backwards by Ryōmen Sukuna. One moment you were stalking away with whatever remained of your pride; the next you were caught against the enormous heat of him, one arm locking around your waist while another settled beneath your thighs with insulting ease. Your breath left you in a startled rush and Sukuna merely adjusted your weight across his lap as though you were something he had grown tired of watching wander loose.

"There," he murmured.

You stared up at him as a third hand came to rest at the back of your neck and the fourth draped heavily across your legs. It was ridiculous. Excessive. Entirely unnecessary.

Unfortunately, your body gave itself away and softened against him before you could stop it. Sukuna felt that, too. Naturally.

You felt his mouth curl into a grin in your hair.

"Twelve times," he reminded you.

You buried your face against his chest. "Be quiet."

The laughter that moved through him was low enough to feel beneath your cheek. For once, however, the King of Curses obeyed.

ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE... thank you beloved taash mutual for giving me a taash prompt, because now I have FINALLY doodled them <3 their design has so many neat complex details so it was a real exercise

[challenge : send me a veilguard character + an expression from this list!]

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Hi!! That's so sweet of you say, tysm :D!! I'm glad you like my stuff 🙏

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