A couple of things I think would be fun to have in Tomodachi Life (p1)
Miis having a crush on player
Features:
The only crush the player will not directly know about.
The mii would want to play with player more often that other miis.
The mii would would sometimes call for a player(the yellow notifications), but then start blushing and run away.
The cannot act on the crush, so it will either fade away with time, or be replaced by another crush.
2. Similarly, miis being upset at the player
Features:
The reason would be player rarely visiting(especially if mii and player have stronger bond), feeding a mii too many foods they don't like/giving them clothes they don't like, not playing with them enough, and refusing their requests too often.
The mii would not let player interact with them.
The mii will refuse the food/treasures given to them.
They will calm down easy, with foods they like + head pats
3. More couple interactions
Features:
Miis holding hands over the table.
First kiss is a separate cutscene, something silly.
Marital brackets? Something like that
Bedrooms combine!
We can see the babies grow over a week or more!
4. Custom festivals/celebrations(+ festivals in general)
Features:
Made in a separate, party-planning building?
Custom date, clothes, colours, food, mandatory activities and phrases, and decorations.
General festivals would be New Years, lunar new year, and halloween.
5. Backpain
Features:
Not a projection, not a projection, not a projection-
Mii will either be stuck, or just be walking hanged over, without that little quirk.
Mini game would look like rolling dough, but instead rolling the mii with a rolling pin.
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Free Use!Clark who never says no to his girlfriend, no matter when or where she needs him. Heβs always ready, always gentle, and always completely obsessed with how much she wants him.
Nympho!Reader who is utterly addicted to Clark Kent β his voice, his hands, his dick, the way he looks at her like sheβs the only thing in the world. You canβt go more than a few hours without touching him, and he loves it.
700+ words of: (18+) ... free use kink, implied consent (cnc?), nympho reader, hcs, implied anal, cockwarming, face riding, exhibitionism, somnophilia, pwop, theyre freaky
ck x nympho!reader fic here
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Free Use!Clark who wakes up every morning to you already grinding on his thigh or sucking him under the sheets. He just groans softly, puts his hands on your hips, and lets you use his body however you need while heβs still half-asleep, voice raspy as he murmurs, βGood morning, sweetheartβ¦ take what you want.β
Nympho!Reader who gets wet the second Clark walks through the door after patrol. Youβll meet him in the hallway, drop to your knees, and pull his suit down just enough to get him in your mouth, moaning around him like youβve been starving for hours.
Free Use!Clark who is more than happy to let you ride his face while heβs trying to read the newspaper. Heβll just set the paper aside, lie back on the couch, and hold your hips down so you can grind against his tongue until youβre shaking and soaking his chin.
Nympho!Reader who sends him filthy texts while heβs at work. Pictures of your fingers buried inside yourself with the caption βhurry home, I need you.β Clark has to excuse himself to the bathroom more than once because of how hard you make him.
Free Use!Clark who will fuck you bent over the kitchen counter while youβre trying to make dinner. Youβll be stirring sauce and suddenly his big hands are on your hips, sliding your panties to the side and pushing into you slow and deep while he kisses your neck and whispers, βDonβt stop cooking, baby. Iβve got you.β
Nympho!Reader who loves waking him up in the middle of the night by sinking down on his dick. Clark just moans sleepily, hands finding your waist as you ride him in the dark, his voice low and wrecked: βCouldnβt wait till morning, huh?β
Free Use!Clark who lets you crawl into his lap during movie night and cockwarm him the entire film. Heβll wrap his arms around you, chin on your shoulder, occasionally thrusting up when he knows youβre getting impatient, murmuring praise in your ear the whole time.
Nympho!Reader who gets off on the fact that Clark is Superman. You beg him to keep the cape on sometimes while he fucks you, clinging to the red fabric as he fucks you against the wall, super strength keeping you pinned exactly where he wants you.
Free Use!Clark who has bent you over his desk in the barn, in the back of his truck, in the shower, on the stairs, and once β very carefully β in the sky. He indulges every single craving you have without hesitation.
Nympho!Reader who gets dripping wet when Clark does mundane things β chopping wood shirtless, fixing the fence, wearing those gray sweatpants. Youβll walk up behind him, press yourself against his back, and beg him to take you right there in the yard.
Free Use!Clark who never makes you feel embarrassed for how much you need him. If you crawl into his lap during dinner and start grinding on him, he just pushes his plate aside, lifts you onto the table, and eats you out until youβre crying his name.
Nympho!Reader who loves being passed out from exhaustion only to wake up to Clark gently fucking you again because you whispered his name in your sleep and started rubbing against him.
Free Use!Clark who will pick you up, wrap your legs around his waist, and fuck you slow and deep while walking through the house like itβs nothing. Heβll carry you from the living room to the bedroom without ever pulling out, kissing you the whole way.
Nympho!Reader who keeps a butt plug in sometimes just so Clark can pull it out and replace it with his dick whenever he wants β though he usually ends up indulging you instead because youβre so desperate for him.
Free Use!Clark who finds you in the laundry room folding clothes and immediately bends you over the vibrating washing machine. He slides into you from behind while the spin cycle rattles hard against your chest, the intense shaking pressing right against your sensitive nipples as he fucks you deep and steady.
Nympho!Reader who canβt even pretend to focus on the laundry once Clark starts thrusting β moaning loudly as the machineβs vibrations buzz against your tits while his thick length stretches you open, coming harder because of the relentless shaking on your nipples.
Free Use!Clark who looks at his obsessed, insatiable girlfriend with nothing but pure love and lust in his eyes, because nothing makes him happier than knowing you need him this badly.
Nympho!Reader who is completely ruined for anyone else β and Clark wouldnβt have it any other way.
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FINALLY ! I should have finished it like two days ago but I had to take a short brake :/
I hope you'll like this one ! Like I said I love charadesign so this was really fun to make !
As always I tried to stay as close to canon as possible, and if I changed anything I should have explained my reasoning.
Trying to gather info on Spamton's design overtime feels like working with breadcrumbs of information, it's quite infuriating.
But I'm happy with what I have now (I can still change it later but I should be good)
silly little head canon, Rumi doesn't know hair dye exists until she finds Mira dyeing her roots one day. Rumi's hair is naturally purple and she thought that everyone's hair color was just natural. Celine never thought to bring it up because Rumi was raised away from the spotlight.
If she found out before they knew she was a demon then she has to scramble an excuse for not knowing what hair dye is.
R: Hi Mira! What are you doing? (sounds very confused)
M: Hey Rumi, I'm dyeing my roots.
R: You're what?
M: Dyeing my roots pink so my blond doesn't show. You know the same thing you do with your hair.
R: Ohhhh. right.
M: squints Rumi are you feeling ok?
R: for sure for sure for sure. I just... hit my head this morning sparing with Celine! OK Bye!
M: Rumi waiβ fucking workaholic.
Alternatively she finds out after they know shes a demon. (polytrix has formed by now)
R: Hi Mir! What are you doing? (sounds very confused)
M: Hey Rums, I'm dyeing my roots.
R: What?
M: I'm dyeing my roots pink so my blond doesn't show. You know the same thing you do with your hair.
R: People dye their hair?
M: Rumi. Rumi! Did you think my hair was naturally pink?
R: yes
M: π€¦ββοΈ
M: ZOEY! GET IN HERE!
Z: COMING!
Zoey slide on her socks into the bathroom
Z: Do you need help with your hair Mimi?
M: No. Rumi tell Zoey what you thought.
R: Do I have to?
M: Yes.
R: I thought Mira's hair was naturally pink.
Z: ...
Z: π€£
Z: You're kidding?!
M: She's not.
Z: Wait when I said I was thinking of getting blue hair you thought I was just going to start growing blue hair?
R: I don't know! I thought you might take a pill or something and it would be blue. Celine never told me about this.
M: A pill?
R: Shut up! It's not my fault!
Z: Wait if you don't know what hair dye is, does that mean your hair is naturally purple?
R: uhh yeah.
M: And Celine never told you that wasn't abnormal?
R: I guess she didn't see the need.
Z: Wait does that mean...
M: Zo don't go there, I think she's going to explode.
Pretty, wifey, babydoll/doll/dollface, babe, dumbass(affectionately), baby girl, will only call you a whore/slut if you're into it. (Cuz I know some of you areπ)
BEN
Player 2, mama's, babe, cutie, baby, kitten
Lj
Cakepop, sweets, sugar, cupcake, gumdrop, sprinkles, lollipop, sweetheart, babycakes (this man lives off nicknames)
Toby
Pretty girl/boy, baby, babe, wifey
Ej
Darling, love, angel, princess, dove, puppy
Liu
Princess, baby, puppy, angel, sweetie,
Helen
Darling, pretty girl, baby girl, sweetheart, lovely, princess, my love
Candypop
Jingles, m'lady, brat, puppy, kitty, pet(mostly when he's kinky)
Jason
Teddy bear, dolly, bunny, my lady, sunshine, my dear
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A couple of Deltarune Tv World headcanons I just wanted to yap about> (mostly Shuttah related lol)
- Shuttah gifts very out there designs ties for it's friends' birthdays or for Christmas lol
like this kind of desings:
Tenna doesn't know how to style them so he doesn't wear them often, Lanino though, he loves them! and plays around with his and Elnina's outfits whenever they get a new pair of ties like these.
Another Shuttah headcanon I have is that the Dreemurs used to take it to vacation trips, so when everyone got back, Tenna excitedly asks Shuttah to see the photos it took
the last years the Dreemurs and Holidays went vacationing together, Shuttah brought less and less pictures, because Rudy got a digital camera at one point.
here's actually a small sequence I had in mind with this idea, MAYBE some day I'll put it together properly for a mini comic π
Just thinking on how Tenna and Shuttah may find a bit of common ground being "vintage" objects and becoming obsolete by the digital era and also being friends.
treasure: an old family photo. you get the feeling nobodyβs looked at it in a long time. (very valuable)
(+ my headcanons on how the lords ended up being adopted by mother miranda under the cut because i was thinking about it while drawing)
Moreau: Miranda had once been a good friend of the village's doctor, Salvatoreβs father, bonding over their shared grief and an interest in pushing the limits of modern medicine. After the man's violent end Miranda became the mother Salvatore never had. (Given a Cadou in 1923 at 13 years old.)
Dimitrescu: Career and health declining, Alcina was approached by Miranda with an experimental treatment for her genetic disorder and generous financial compensation. Her legacy as a jazz singer became infamous with the unsolved mystery of her disappearance. (Given a Cadou in 1929 at 27 years old)
Heisenberg: No longer able to shield their son from the growing conflict around them or the family's financial ruin, Karlβs parents entrusted him to who they believed was his grandfather, planning for him to live in Romania until he could safely return home. The man was already long dead before Miranda began making the arrangements. (Given a Cadou in 1938 at 6 years old.)
Beneviento: Donna lost her family young and in quick succession. First her mother to tragedy, then her sister to illness. Angie was her father's parting gift before throwing himself over the falls beside their home, the doll of a bride embodying the wish his daughter would one day remarry into a happier family. Taken under Miranda's wing, she was given a new family and the ability to reunite others with the ones they lost, if only for a moment. (Given a cadou in 1996 at 9 years old.)
when guys flex their cocks to make them bounce up and down to make it feel like a heartbeat?
gaz does it on purpose. he'll be spooning you in bed, naked and pressed up against your back, and he'll wake you up with it, making his cock throb and pump against your thighs like he's knocking on the door. something something "lemme in, babes..." when he's finally inside of you, he'll keep the head right at your rim, flexing his cock there, taunting you until you're desperate enough to rock yourself back against him, needing him. and he'll rib you for it, calling you such a dirty fuckin' slag, and saying "i knew you wanted this cock. all you had to do was ask me, baby..."
simon does it exclusively to torture you. right before he slips inside of your hole, he'll clench his muscles and pop himself out of alignment, making you squirm and beg and cry for it. chuckling and chiding you, laughing and saying shit like "oops, sorry, love. got too bloody eager, dinnit i?" or when you've got your hands tied behind your back and he's put you on your knees, his favorite way to have you, he'll make you chase him with your mouth, frustrating you beyond measure. or maybe, when you finally catch him, he'll pump it again, choking you deep inside your throat.
soap can't help it. and it happens all the time. coming home from the shops late at night, last train home, hiding in the back car together, he grabs your hand and puts it on his crotch so you can feel how hard he is. as soon as you touch him, even through the layers of fabric, he'll pulse beneath your touch, breathing hard and sighing in a high-pitched whine. grabbing your hair and dragging you closer so he can whisper in your ear, "holy shite, bonnie. cannae wait til we get home. need ya now, lass. please, please, please." all the while, his cock is leaping up at you like a rabid dog, trying to get a bite.
john doesn't even know he's doing it. while you're trapped in his grip, being made to sit on his bearded face, your hole absolutely tongue-fucked out of your mind, you get to watch it. his cock will throb, hard and heavy, slapping the hairy skin of his belly, pulsing every time you grind out another orgasm on his lips. and when he's finally deep inside of you, stretching you in ways that you're not entirely sure are even possible, filling you up to a concerning degree, and he starts to come, he goes absolutely stock-still. then, the only thing moving is his prick. you can actually feel his girth pounding inside of you, banging against your fucked out hole like a hammer, dumping hot, sticky loads of his cream deep inside of your body.
