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but i think he's definitely good with kids. but like the kind of person who gets along with them because he talks to them and treats them as if they're functioning human beings already.

like cut the babytalk, if he's babysitting and say the kid accidently hits themselves with their toy or something, he goes, "nah if i were you i wouldn't let that slide."

or, "want some doritos? never had them before? well i'm about to put you on. this is about to change your life."

doesn't really hold their hand or anything if he's walking with them, just trails behind as he lets them explore on their own

and that he can tie ponytails if needed because he has long-ish hair

he can't resist buying them the ice cream or stuffed toy they want, either

Embracing the remaining remnants of autumns brimming, natural beauty.

Your body relaxes more as ascending heat permeates into the back of your body. Inviting, searing breaths trickling along the back of your neck and ear, large, safe hands drape around the curve of your waist, broaden chest pressing into the clothe of your back. Preserving the welcoming warmth that secured you from the wooing, chilly weather surrounding you.

You tilt your head backwards, nestling gently against the firmness of his steady chest as your eyes meet up to his. Flickering hues of deep honey and chestnut gazing softly, delicately down at you with such adoration and comfort. A content smile weaving across your relaxed face, adoring every subtle, handsome feature that crafted his beautiful face.

"Are you cold, mi amor?" his voice silked of pure enthrallment, laced with such delicacy and care, his embrace around you matching his gentleness and tender towards you.

"Mm, just a little...but it's alright, it's beautiful out tonight and you're here keeping me warm" you beam a brighter, softer smile up at him, snuggling more closely into his widen chest. Noting the widening smile on his face span across his strong cheekbones, nestles his chin onto the dip of your left shoulder, placing pliant kisses along your cheek and jawline lovingly.

"It is beautiful out..." he glimpses up at the bright, starry night sky, quickly back to your face to intently admire every flawless aspect of your beauty glimmer with such honing allure and bewitchment.

He kisses your jaw one last time before pecking a chaste kiss onto your shoulder, all while still wallowing in your glowing grace.

He couldn't be more luckier to have you in his embrace. In his life, to be exact.

Idk what I'm doing ahaha these are just random things I headcanon (is that the word?? I think so) about the characters.... obviously you don't have to agree ahaha I just wanted to see if anyone shared these!!

Randolph's middle name is Edmund, basically named after his ancestor

Also, he's very shy but not quiet. Like he won't approach you but if you talk to him prepare for some arguing and a lot of eye rolls...

Pickman hates his first name, and Randy always calls him by it. In retaliation he gives Randolph the absolute worst pet names in history.

Pickman SEEMS really polite to people who have just met him but talk to him for more than 0.2 seconds and he'll probably start telling you about how secret societies are turning the frogs gay or something

Randolph's father left him and his mother and his mother blamed him for it, this happened when he was 15?? So it was basically the end of his childhood

Herbert is an orphan, idk why it just feels right. He's secretly extremely attached to his assistant because he feels like he's the only person he has, hence why he absolutely loses it when his assistant leaves to visit his family

Harley Warren was really young during the statement of Randolph Carter, like his 20s while Randolph was like 50 or something. It's not cause I have a thing for that?? It's just the vibe I got that Warren was younger than Randy...

Herbert treated Randolph's wounds in France. It said the wound nearly killed him, and Herbert was there as a doctor at the time so... it made sense to me

Nyarlathotep is the oldest outer god (besides Azathoth) but despite the fact he should be in control, he intentionally put himself in a servile position because it's the only thing that entertains him and he can control things from the shadows

Pickman came from a rich Salem family but left because he disliked it. He WANTED to be a trash gremlin artist living in a random basement. Very classy man.