#ahh gracias :')

[austxnland]

[aricastmblr]

jm-ahh gracias, jungkook-ssi

[lonely--seeker]

It's so sad no one ever told me there was this Mob Psycho Ova I would absolutely love. So i got some screenshots from it.

It's everything I could ask for and more.

[c-ovarrubias]

[pkyree]

" ¿quieres hacer un tour por los stands de comida conmigo? " / ( @cirvces )

se le quedó viendo a los ojos castaños de la pelinegra por unos segundos. " me encantaría. " no pudo evitar la sutil sonrisa complacida que surge en sus labios, iluminándole el rostro. se relame los labios para controlarle. " ¿a cuál te gustaría ir primero? "

[havnna]

#ALEATORIO:  para un starter en una situación aleatoria.  /  ( @n0tgabriel​ ) 

Se acerca con cámara en mano y toca el hombro del masculino con suavidad  “ ¿Quieres ayudar a una diminuta alma en desgracia a terminar su proyecto final del semestre? ”  con la vestimenta que portaba el contrario era perfecto para las tomas que Hannah necesitaba  “ Si aceptas, hablare personalmente con Santa para que te deje un buen regalo de navidad ¿Qué dices? ”

[tomoyoo]

con buena dirección quedaría >>>

[daisies-daydreams]

Dadbod!Miguel..

Imagine you waking up in your shared king-sized bed, his beefy large arms wrapped around your waist, leaving small kisses on your neck..😋

AAAAAH I LOVE HIM OMG😭🩷.

Buenos Días (Dadbod!Miguel x F!Reader)

Pairing: Dadbod!Miguel x F!Reader Category: Fluff Tags: Kissing, Morning Cuddles, Teasing, Suggestive Content, Babies, Not Proofread, Domestic Fluff Word Count: 790 A/N: AHH I love Dadbod!Miguel with my whole heart 🥹 Idk if you wanted to request something but my neurons activated and I HAD to write 🤧 I hope you enjoy!

You slowly blinked your eyes open as the sound of your alarm blared through the bedroom. You groaned and slapped your hand over your phone, silencing the screeching beast. A small smile spread across your exhausted features when you felt two burly arms wrap around your waist.

"Buenos Días, hermoso," you giggled as your husband groggily kissed the tip of your ear [Good morning, handsome]. You sighed and rested in his tender hold - his hairy, plush tummy rubbing against your back as he trailed his lips down the shell of your ear.

"Buenos Días, mi vida," Miguel whispered, the feeling of his warm breath against your skin making you shudder [Good morning, my life]. You chuckled softly as he began to press his plump, soft lips behind your ear while his hands wandered across the expanse of your belly.

"Miguel," you breathed as he traced his thick fingers over the stretchmarks left behind from bringing new life into this world. You squealed and curled against him as he dug his fingers into your sides. "M-Miguel!" you wheezed. Your husband smirked against your skin as he peppered your neck with small, quick pecks.

"What? I'm just enjoying some time with mi conejita," he cooed before slipping his hands further down [my bunny]. You sighed as he smoothed his palms over your hips, his body pressed flush against yours as he continued to bombarded your neck with kisses. You slowly closed your eyes as you melted into his gentle touch: the warmth of his body tempting you to slip back into a deep, peaceful sleep.

You relished in every slow movement of his lips, every curve and dip of his stomach, chest and burly arms as he lavished you with affection. Your eyes widened when he suddenly rolled you on top of him, your thighs straddling his waist as your front pressed against the pudge of his stomach.

You smiled and leaned into his touch as he gently cupped your cheek. Miguel’s lips parted slightly as he stared up at you with stars in his eyes.

“Mi amor….” he breathed softly as he brushed his thumb over your cheek [my love]. You grinned as you splayed yourself on top of his larger form, your hands wandering the expanse of his hairy chest as you tilted your head.

You nearly jumped when Gabi began to wail in the room right across from yours. You frowned as you released a heavy sigh.

“I’ll-“

Your brows shot up when your husband suddenly squeezed your hips as you began to slide off of him.

“Stay here, bebé. I’ll take care of it,” he said with a sweet smile. Your eyes softened as you leaned down and pecked his lips.

“Gracias, mi gran oso,” you murmured against him. [Thank you, my big bear]. A low rumble rose from Miguel’s chest as his pet name fell from your sweet lips. You squealed when his large hands traveled down and gave your bum a playful squeeze.

“Traviesa, you know that-“ another harsh cry caught your attention [Naughty]. You both exchanged weary glances before Miguel let his hands fall back to his sides. You slipped back to your side of the cozy, king-sized bed as your love stepped onto the cold floor. Your giant of a husband paused in the doorway before turning towards you with a slight smirk.

“Stay right there: we’re only getting started,” he said with a playful wink. You giggled and shifted beneath the covers as your beloved turned around and went into the nursery.

“¿Gabi, Qué te pasa, mija?” Miguel cooed and scooped Gabi into his burly arms [Gabi, what’s wrong, my daughter?]. You smiled softly as you watched your husband tend to your little one, his eyes glowing warmly as he kissed her tiny forehead. You found yourself slowly sinking into the mattress, your heart feeling fuller than ever as your eyelids began to droop.

+++

“Sorry to keep you waiting, conejita. I-“ Miguel froze when he laid eyes on your small form nestled beneath the thick comforter. He chuckled quietly as a small snore filtered through the room. Your lips parted to allow a trail of drool to stain your pillow; your hair tossed this way and that as you yawned.

Had you seen a picture of yourself, you would tell him that you looked like a complete mess. But to Miguel…you were (and always would be) an angel.

His angel.

Your husband grunted as he climbed beneath the covers, his eyes flicking over to see that it was still early enough to get at least another half-hour of rest.

Miguel sighed softly before gently pecking your cheek and pulling the covers over your chest.

”Que descanses, mi ángel,” he whispered [Sleep well, my angel].

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[fernsproutxx]

Un dibujo tuyo de Springtrap x Ballora, wows. Por favor.<3 (me encantan tus dibujos, sobre todo tu diseño del apestoso Willy. Épico, dibujas épico)

ahh muchas gracias qwq

perdón por tardarme en responder sobs, me tomé mucho tiempo pensando en cómo hacer el dibujo y pues termino siendo una ilustración completa pft

ella era bella, frágil como una rosa

él era una bestia, esclavo de sus impulsos

hahah

[mufyncafe]

ahhh I finally finished the video of "i am monster" to my version ahh in a moment I will publish it thanks for all the support 💕🥞🌟 IT'S A LITTLE LEFT UNTIL DAY 3 YEEEEEEES/ ahhh por fin terminé el video de "i am monster" a mi versión ahh en un momento lo publicaré gracias por todo el apoyo 💕🥞🌟 FALTA POCO PARA EL DÍA 3 SÍ

[dearest-painter]

No she’s MY DAUGHTER! PT.1

Summary: Y/N Drew is the adopted daughter of Jessica drew as a 6 soccer year old girl. What she doesn’t know is that she looks a bit to familiar to her mom’s boss, in his eyes she’s the reincarnation of his dead daughter. When Y/N and her friends have to help an anomaly stay alive it reveals that more people want her as family.

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader is basically Gabriella O’Hara aka Miguel’s dead daughter but you can change your looks just some things will look like Gabriella,Reader is a soccer player which is based off of my experience,Reader is 6 years old so no romance bc duh,very out of character characters,this is a series,Her mama brought her to a chase,Reader is BFFS with Pavitr,people might be out of character,tell me if I need to add more

PT.2 PT.3

You and your mama just arrived at her work, your dad couldn’t watch you as usual as he had to go into the office this time so you just went with her. You’ve only been here a few times as she tries to keep you out of this stuff, you were wearing your soccer uniform as you just finished a soccer game. “Mama can I get something to eat, I’m hungry” “Of course sweetie, let’s go to the cafeteria so you can eat plus mama is hungry herself” you giggled and nodded. You were so excited for a new sibling! You knew they’d need LOTS of attention and help so your parents would be busy but that’s fine! Your more then willing to share the love your parents give you!

You were skipping as you were happy to see your best friend soon! You two got there and got some food. “Gracias!” “Your welcome little one, on the house Jessica” “You sure?” “Mhm, your pregnant and also little one seemed extra hungry” Jessica nodded her head as you two ate then threw away your trash. She kept holding your hand the whole time as she wants to be sure your safe, you didn’t know where your mama’s motorcycle was but you knew it was somewhere.

“Mama is gonna go do some work so you stay here, okay baby?” “Okay mama! Be safe!” She kissed your forehead then went to works as you sat down and started to draw in your coloring book. You didn’t know where you were which worried your anxiety but you were calming down as you were coloring….staring..someone was staring at you..you weren’t insane and knew it so immediately you got up and looked around just to see if you could see ANYTHING that would show the thing watching you.

Miguel was looking at you surprised…his daughter is alive? Lyla saw you were getting nervous and started breathing heavy as you were scared so she appeared on your watch. “Hi there!” “AHH!” You jumped and fell as you stared at the holographic women…you blinked a bit before responding. “H-hello?” “Hi there! I’m Lyla, your Y/N drew aka Jessica Drew’s adopted daughter” you nodded your head slowly confused why this random lady knows about you. Lyla saw the worried looked on your face which she didn’t like as she was program to also care for Gabriella and you look exactly like her. “I’m an AI, I was made to do and learn about anything in any universe. I know about your family and history as a quick scan then I know everything. I know that isn’t comforting but that’s the truth”

You nodded your head feeling a bit more comfortable..sorta but you kept feeling eyes on you. Miguel was still in disbelief seeing a girl look similar to his daughter, is this the universe saying that his daughter still needs him? Recantation..that what must’ve happened, you were his daughter just in a different form! Yes that’s the answer! He just wishes he found you before Jessica did. “I-is there someone else here? I don’t like the feeling of being watched” “Just Miguel, he’s just a grumpy workaholic man. He isn’t much talkative so how about I talk to you while you color?” You felt a bit calmer knowing you weren’t going insane so you nodded your head and got back on the chair as you went back to coloring as Lyla talked…you wanted your mama and dad really bad.

[ataldaprotagonista]

você e fran romero

Minha modelinho safada...

mesmo universo de "teoria da branca de neve", "dentro do carro hoje vai ter putaria"

O erro do ser humano é esquecer da existência dos reizinhos e rainhas "bi". Os bissexuais existem, estão entre nós e eu posso provar.

Fran Romero fazia moda, você teatro. Se conheceram durante um projeto da faculdade em unir matérias que combinam entre si, você precisava de horas complementares e ele de uma modelo para as peças de roupa do trabalho final do semestre.

Uniu o útil ao agradável.

Ele te abordou um dia no corredor, de um jeito tão amável que você se sentiu muito querida na presença dele. Te convidou para ser a modelo dele, iria modelar e desfilar em um dia específico.

Você topou.

Trocaram os telefones e logo marcaram um café para ele te explicar um pouquinho da coleção.

Passaram horas divertidas lado a lado, ele era lindo e divertido e  muito empolgado com tudo. Te mostrou os desenhos das roupas que ele costuraria com base nas suas medidas e você ficou encantada.

- Você é a modelo perfeita. Mucho guapa, si?

- Gracias - respondeu realmente agradecida. Na sua cabeça receber elogios de gays em baladas era como acesso livre ao paraíso, agora.... nenhum dos dois estando bêbados então? U-AU.

A medida que as semanas foram passando, você tinha ele como um excelente amigo, conversavam riam, e vira e mexe você ia na casa dele para provar as peças... sempre elogiando cada pequeno detalhe incluido.

Tinha um tesão reprimido nele, Fran Romero e essa energia de homem meio-bicha que te fazia derreter completamente. Iam para a balada, dançavam (e ele sabia todas as músicas de todas as divas pop) mas mesmo assim você não conseguia parar de pensar... e se vocês se beijassem?

Agora estava na casa dele, uma semana antes da entrega final do trabalho.

- SIII, ficou linda - Fran disse levantando da cadeira e aplaudindo com palminhas rápidas e fofas assim que você apareceu com a peça de roupa que ele criou. Faltava costurar aqui e ali, mas sim... o vestido cheio de recortes assimétricos te deixou ainda mais gostosa.

Você se analisou no espelho de corpo inteiro que estava encostado na parede perto da mesa em que ele costurava luvas para completar o visual. Ele veio para trás de você e se encararam juntos com um sorrisinho no rosto.

Alguma música da Ariana, uma daquelas bem sexys, tocava ao fundo.

- Eaí?

- Perfeita, gordis. Muy bella. - reforçou - Com licença - disse esticando os braços compridos até chegar ao seu cabelo. - Bom, muito bom - ajeitou em um rabo de cavalo, puxou um pouquinho demais para trás fazendo com que você esticasse a cabeça - Que pescoço lindo - analisou e logo subiu a outra mão ali.

Você engoliu em seco, pescoço era seu ponto fraco.

- E se eu colocasse um colar em formato de mão aqui? 

- Fran, tira a mão daí que eu fico com tesão - brincou mas a encarada que ele te deu pelo espelho fez com que seu corpo arrepiasse por inteiro.

Não, ele não tirou a mão dali.

- Fica com tesão se eu faço assim? - e apertou mais forte - Minha modelinho safada. 

Ele te virou e você ficou de frente pra ele, olhando bem para cima. A diferença de altura te excitava. 

- Que sorte a minha então.

"Ué gente? Fran num era gay??" Os seus pensamentos foram calados pela boca dele entrando em contato contra a sua. Você deu um pulinho pelo susto. Como assim ele tava te beijando? Como assim ele te beijou primeiro? Como assim?

- Que isso Francisco? - você soltou o beijou ainda chocada, porém com um sorriso no rosto.

- Ahh gordis, não vai dizer que não sente um tesãozinho em mim também?

- Sinto mas eu achava que você era g- - foi cortada novamente pela boca dele - Tudo bem, já entendi.

Ele sorriu e dessa vez foi você que puxou o rosto dele em direção ao seu, desgrudou os lábios só para sussurrar:

- Tira minha roupa?

E então virada de frente para o espelho, observou Francisco Romero tirar as peças de roupa que ele mesmo costurou sob medida, aproveitou para observar o chão em que estavam... o tapete da sala cheio de tecidos e linhas e brilhos espalhados.

Os olhos marejaram quando o rapaz se ajoelhou a sua frente, agora estava só de calcinha na frente dele. Romero perguntou um breve "posso?" e você assentiu. Em uma hora conversava com ele sobre Esteban Kukuriszka (professor que era seu ficante) e na outra estava sendo chupada por ele.

Foi difícil se manter em pé, principalmente quando olhou para baixo e viu os olhos claros hipnotizados pelas suas reações à boca e aos dedos dele.

- Fran - gemeu se esfregando mais contra a boca dele, olhando para baixo e segurando os cabelos do rapaz conseguiu observar o pau branquinho com a cabeça rosada, duro e babado na mão esquerda dele - Quero sentar - gemeu manhosa e foi o sinal para ele deitar no chão, ainda com a camisa estampada com o rosto da Lana del Rey e com os jeans mal retirados do corpo.

 - Venha, bonita, venha. - ele segurou a base do pau deixando retinho para você montar.

Sentir a cabecinha entrando foi um deleite, para ambos os corpos conectados. Gemeram juntos quando entrou tudo e mais ainda quando começou a se mover por cima dele. As mãos de Romero voaram direto para os peitos, apertando os mamilos e te fazendo rebolar e apertar o membro dele. 

Uma mão você apoiou no peito dele e a outra desceu para o grelinho.

- Gordis...

Ali você soube que ele iria gozar.

- Espera, Fran - ele controlou a respiração. Você iria gozar primeiro para então ele tirar e poder gozar fora. E foi o que aconteceu, depois de mais algumas sentadas você gozou e só quando a sensação passou percebeu ele respirando fundo e se controlando pra caralho pra não se desmanchar em você. - Pode gozar agora, lindinho.

Sentou mais um pouco e então tirou de dentro e sentou nas coxas dele já pegando no pau e masturbando. Francisco te observou sorrindo com os peitos durinhos de excitação e então gozou, sentiu os jatos voando para sua barriga e sorriu dizendo:

- Vai limpar.

Ele assentiu sorrindo com os olhos, respirou fundo, fechou os olhos um pouco e murmurou a música que tocava:

- It lingers when you're done... you'll believe god is a woman.

[changingplumbob]

Romero Household: Chapter 1, Part 9

Honeymoon continues as we check out the waterfall and beaches.

CW: Light dash of sim spice

Marta’s first language is Spanish so she is teaching Keira (and me) some common Spanish words/phrases Bueno: Good, fine, okay Gracias: Thank you Qué?: What? Si: Yes

Marta kisses Keira on the cheek, they’re both still chilled from the water battle.

Marta: Gracias for that, it felt good to play around

Keira: As old as we get, we should always make time for fun. And romance

Marta: Si, we sho-

Keira cuts her off mid sentence sweeping her around for another romantic kiss. Marta may be the romantic but Keira is completely in love with her wife and not afraid to show it.

The couple figure while they’re here they may as well have showers and immerse themselves in the water.

Keira: You know if you really want to be part of Sulani…

Marta: Si?

Keira: Then you woohoo in the waterfall

Marta: *giggles* That can’t be right

Keira: Oh no, we don’t accept anyone to the islands unless they’ve achieved that

Marta: So you’ve done it before

Keira: Well no, but maybe that’s why they kicked me off the islands

Marta giggles and leans forward to kiss Keira with unexpected passion.

Marta: You okay?

Keira: You know what they say, when in Sulani

Marta: Que?

Keira: Like when in Rome but- ahh

Marta pulls Keira back to the sheltered area behind the falls and the two share more adventurous woohoo.

When they emerge Keira is giddy but she notices Marta seems more pensieve.

Keira: Hey, you alright?

Marta: That was a bit different and I just worry… I was too loud, si?

Keira: Oh hey sweetheart, no. No. I love your voice, do you hear me? I love it. Plus if there’s a time to break molds and be loud it would definitely be when beside a raging waterfall

Marta: Gracias. Te amo. What should we do now

Keira: I’m feeling a bit hungry-

Marta: Let’s go back to the house, I’ll make fruit salad for lunch! I saw some pineapple somewhere around here

Of course we had to do a tiny bit of collectable grabbing. Marta caught some Monarch butterflies that she’s going to magically get through customs. She also found a fossil that she’s planning on giving to Keira as a gift. Keira meanwhile was harvesting some pineapple and kava.

Keira: You sure you don’t want help cooking

Marta: Si. I want to cook for you. Not that I’ll be cooking fruit salad

Keira enjoys having a moment to sit down and write. She hasn’t had time since starting work and she’s got a lot to get out of her head. In the kitchen Marta sings to herself while prepping the fruit. I wish she wouldn’t play fruit ninja quite so much (wait, are some of you too young to get that reference *stares into the distance horrified at the possibility*)

Marta gives the fruit salad some finishing touches and calls Keira to come eat.

Keira: You really like cooking huh

Marta: Si, food is important. It brings people together

Keira: Is that why you like being a barista so much

Marta: Si and no. I do heat some pastry but it is mainly coffee. The people ordering may be grumpy at times but I like knowing something I’ve done has made their day better

Keira: *chuckles* Just when I thought I couldn’t love you any more

The couple head to Ohan’ali Town for the afternoon. The Island Celebration event has been running since the early morning so there is already a smattering of sandcastles about. The girls head for the swing set where they swing gleefully.

Marta: Swings are fun. I feel like I’m flying

Keira: I reckon you’re never too old for swings

Marta: Si! I like this idea. I bet I can go higher than you

Keira: Wait, you’re lighter because you’re short, it’s not a fair contest

Marta: *giggles* Hard to hear you up here

When they start feeling sick they decide it’s best to head for solid ground and build a sandcastle.

Marta: Carino, have you thought more about your parents offer

Keira: You mean them paying so we can have an infant? I guess the Staples infants are pretty cute

Marta: Si, they are

Keira: And I’ve got to remember you’re older than me

Marta sticks her tongue out at this.

Keira: But an infant or two would be something I can handle I think. It’s just… how do we do it

Marta: Que?

Keira: It may have escaped your notice but we’re both women

Marta: Si, and?

Keira: Two cis women can’t have a baby by themselves. We’d need a sperm donor

Marta: What about a science baby

Keira: I don’t know. I’m a scientist sweetheart, I don’t easily trust technology I can’t understand and they haven’t published any papers on the results yet. What if they give us an infant with two heads

Marta: Carino, we’re not living in your cloning show

Keira: I know and I’m not talking about an Orphan Black situation but- can we trust them?

Marta: Would you rather look for a donor

Keira: I don’t know. What if we get a donor and in 18 years the kid decides we’re not their real family and leave to find the donor

Marta: However we get our kids, science or donors or adoption, there will be the risk that they’ll leave us. We just need to raise them the best we can

Keira: I suppose. I just wish I understood more

Marta: We can do more research first, we don’t have to rush into anything carino. There Mr gnome, do you like your shark suit

Keira: I thought he was being eaten by the shark

Marta: I... vote shark suit

Keira: *smiles* gnome in a shark suit it is. Shall we go see what’s left of the festival?

They leave the beach and take the steps up to the community space. There’s not much left by this time. Keira is annoyed that there aren’t many shells left but Marta enjoys the smells of the food. Quick romantic selfie time!

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[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Heeey!! :D Could I request a lee!marc/lee!reader and ler!jake with the

“You’re lucky to have me!” “70% of people who win the lottery become worse off than they were before.”

Maybe Marc/Reader says it and Jake gets playfully offended and wrecks em for it??

(Hope you’re doing well, have a nice day/night!! <3)

(This was a cute one @just-a-fluffy-knight ❤️Had to make it Marc after our previous conversation ❤️😁 Hope you enjoy! ❤️ :))

"You're lucky to have me!"

"70% of people who win the lottery become worse off than they were before."

Jake turned to Marc. "Take that back!"

The older knight just shrugged.

A moment later, the younger knight's shadow passed over Marc.

Marc looked up.

"Take it back," Jake hissed.

Without a word, Marc looked back down at his phone.

Jake immediately jumped on top of his older counterpart, successfully tossing his phone aside.

"Jake!"

"Ci hermano?"

"What are you doing!"

The younger knight pinned Marc's wrists under his knees. "You insult me with la actitud and don't expect me to take venganza?"

Marc squeaked as his shirt was rolled up. "Wahait!"

Jake stroked his mustache.

"No! Dohont yohou dare!"

"You brought this upon yourself hermano." Jake leaned down.

"Wahait! Jahake, plehease! PleHEEEEASE!"

The younger knight smirked as he continued rubbing his face across Marc's stomach.

The eldest knight squirmed and cackled at the ticklish feeling. Jake was horrendous for keeping his facial hair just to drive the other two insane when he tickled them. It was his favorite tool to use.

"JAKE!" Marc snorted.

"Ci?"

The older knight squealed as Jake kept going. "Come ohohon!"

"Not until you apologize first."

"IhihIIIIIM! NOOOHO!"

The younger knight smirked as he felt the couch shake as Marc's legs drummed into the couch. This prompted him to blow another raspberry into his tummy. "Still not hearing an apology hermano."

"NAAAH! YOHOU JERK!"

Jake lifted his head. "What? Not wanting to disculparse?"

"Ihi cahan't!"

"Can't? Ohor wohon't?"

"Ihi wihill. Ihi wiIIIL! WAIT!"

Jake' head froze mere inches above Marc's stomach.

"Ihim sorryhy! I'm sorryhy!"

"For?"

"Fohor what Ihi sahaid!"

Jake moved a little closer. "Lo que hice?"

"NO!" Marc sucked his stomach in more. "Ihim sorryhy Ihi mahade thehe horrible comment ahabout the lotteryhy and-and knowing yohou!"

The grin on Jake's face grew. He was having fun dragging this out. "What do you think about knowing me?"

"Seriohouslyhy?"

Jake blew another raspberry onto Marc's tummy.

"AHH! YOHOU'RE AWESOME! YOU'RE AHAWESOHOME!"

"Gracias," Jake replied before nuzzling his face into the eldest's side and blowing the longest raspberry he could.

Marc was in stitches as he cackled and drummed his legs into the couch. The added facial hair made the raspberry even more intense!

Once Jake and Marc were both out of breath, Jake finally moved his head away. "That's la advertencia to watch la actitud with me in the future. Comprendido?"

Marc was still giggling. "Understohood."

"Good." The younger knight tugged down Marc's shirt again before climbing off of him.

"Yohoure aha jeherk," Marc breathed.

"Ci." Jake plucked up the eldest's phone.

Marc threw up his arms as his phone sailed over him and hit the couch cushion next to him. "Hey!"

Jake turned to walk out of the living room. "Love you hermano."

Marc rolled his eyes. "Love you tohoo jeherk."

As Jake continued up the stairs, a smile crept across the eldest's face.

Marc picked up his phone. "Ahand Ihi couldn't imagine life withohout yohou."

[satttanderna]

HELLO YOUR ART IS AMAZING I JUST FOUND YOU A FEW MINUTES AGO AND I CAME HERE THE SECOND I SAW ARGENTINIAN LARRY AND WARREN

Argentino detectado 🫵🤨

Aunque no seas argentina igual quería saludar. Me emociona encontrar gente de mi pueblo con mis intereses (dhmis, específicamente lovebirds, específicamente Shrignold). Tenés nuevo seguidor wacho 👍

También quería preguntar por headcanons del guarro (aka Warren) o de lovebirds como relación. En español o inglés lo que te parezca más cómodo

URAAA sabe que me olvide de responderte, ni pingo idea desde cuando tengo esto MIL DISCULPAS

Also si, Argentino en todos los sentidos 🫶. Uso traductor y un poco de conocimiento para todo es un alivio que me pidan escribir en español JAJA, acá te van de ambos, El guarren y los loquitos del centro

Warren.

Lo típico no se baña, es un mugriento y huele a cigarro y sudor, askito.

Drogadicto, específicamente a los esteroides ( ojo no estoy loco tiene muchos síntomas y la jeringa esa que tenia en la mochila no es por nada ).

En realidad trabaja ( bueno, trabajaba ) en atención al cliente vía telefónica, por eso usa los audífonos todo el tiempo y deseaba ser de los que iban a realmente dar las charlas y clases.

Solia mirar esos podcast de macho alfa y mierda incel hasta que se dio cuenta que era gay.

Defiende a Bojack Horseman.

Si ve a una fémina con una remera de una banda le va a preguntar la típica " aver decime 5 canciones " cuando el ni chota idea que es la banda en cuestión.

Sorprendentemente muy bueno con las matemáticas, pero bueno es un idiota y lo desperdicio.

No tiene apartamento ni casa, vive en un motel de la mala muerte.

Únicos amigos Paige y Larry pero ellos lo detestan y a menudo solo le hacen burla para divertirse un rato.

No es parte del culto de Shrignold, solo lo quiere a él y no le importa para nada todo lo que involucra la comunidad.

Y ahora Lovebird

" enserió, ¿que le viste? " " me hace reir " ahh dinámica.

Shrignold suele decirle cosas super bonitas y poéticas pero Warren no siempre las capta, además de aveces no saber como reaccionar porque nunca tuvo alguna relación romántica seria. Sin embargo Shrigs lo encuentra tierno.

Warren tenía problemas con el compromiso hasta que Shrignold le dijo que solo podría waskear si se casaban, asique minga iba a esperar un segundo mas.

De lejos podrían parecer la peor combinación para una pareja pero en realidad son bastante sanos y amorosos. ( sacando el hecho de que Shrignold lo amenazó con que si lo engañaba lo iba a matar y Warren hace vista gorda de lo que pasa en el culto )

Originalmente Shrigs lo quería meter al culto pero después se enamoro de verdad y decidió alejarlo de Malcom lo más posible. Esa mariposa sabe muuuy bien de lo que esta haciendo esta jodido

Medio cringe aaahhh pero funfact, les hice fanchilds aprovechando que mi Shrigs es trans, y sorprendentemente x2 Warren es muy bueno con sus dos niños e incluso más responsable.

Shrignold suele hacer infodump de mitología a Warren y el infodump de problemas matemáticos

Son la viva representación de " Fear and delight" Por the correspondents.

Les encanta perderse en el bosque y ser amorracos ahí.

Demasiado melosos.

Y eso voy a soltar, jjj, muchas gracias por la pregunta y de vuelta, disculpa tanta tardanza

[chiquititamia]

RobertoxNando

• Roberto es una persona celosa, posesiva y territorial. Tengo cero pruebas pero cero dudas. Imaginate un escenario donde una chica viene y le dice un cumplido (con dobles intenciones) a Nando y Nando re denso: “Jaja bueno, gracias” mientras Roberto observa incrédulo y ofendido todo el intercambio porque no puede ser que Nando no sé de cuenta. Cuántas veces pasó esto sin que Roberto se haya enterado porque Nando es un denso de mierda y no se da cuenta de que se lo están queriendo levantar!?

• AU donde Nando es policia y recibe una llamada para que vaya a controlar un disturbio en un bar de la zona. Ahí conoce a Roberto (el cual está en los primeros años de la uni), quien se está cagando a trompadas con un pibe que le saca como mínimo una cabeza de altura. Nando primero observa la escena sorprendido y un poquito asustado porque “como puede caber tanta violencia en un cuerpo tan chiquito?”, pero finalmente los termina separando y tomando los datos de Roberto (spoiler alert: ese tipo no paraba de molestar a una chica en la barra que claramente no estaba interesada, Roberto se metió a defenderla y de ahí la pelea).

• Los veo a ambos siendo re contra competitivos (y orgullosos) entre ellos, no importa en qué sentido, siempre están haciendo apuestas (una más estúpida/peligrosa que la anterior). Cuando los chicos les preguntan a alguno de ellos qué anda pasando, Roberto y/o Nando responde: “Hicimos una apuesta” -todo el mundo se tapa la cara y gruñen frustrados porque ‘ah shit here we go again’-.

• De los cinco lenguajes del amor, Nando usa palabras de afirmación y contacto fisico, mientras que Roberto prefiere actos de servicio y tiempo de calidad.

• AU donde Nando se la pasa 24/7 en el hospital/sala de emergencias porque se la pasa lastimándose (trabajando en el taller, andando en auto o simplemente porque es una persona medio torpe kjjj). La primera vez que lo conoció a Roberto fue cuando se lastimó y el hospital más cercano era donde trabajaba Roberto. Ya después del primer encuentro no quiso saber nada con ir a otro hospital que no sea el suyo.

• Me encanta el concepto de Nando siendo un hopeless in love, especialmente con Roberto, pero que no se anima a dar el primer paso porque es tímido/es inseguro/está seguro de lo que va a rechazar/no sabe cómo/no quiere que Roberto lo odie, etc, etc. Cada vez que lo admira a Roberto desde lejos lo hace con esa carita de cachorro pateado bajo la lluvia. Todo el mundo se da cuenta (menos Roberto) de lo obvio que son sus sentimientos por Roberto (y los de él por Nando) pero nadie se quiere meter. La cosa se pone tan frustrante que llega al punto en que Panchito lo agarra de los hombros y lo amenaza: “Nando, o te confesas a Roberto o lo hago yo por vos, lo juro por Dios.”

• Roberto robando los buzos/sweaters/remeras/bufandas de Nando uno por uno porque son un par de talles más grandes que los que él usa y le gusta la comodidad que éstas le da (y que tengan el perfúme de Nando). “Roberto, me podrías devolver mi buzo verde que te llevaste el otro día? Y mi campera negra? Y mi sweater amarillo? Por favor, me estoy quedando sin ropa.” “No sé de qué me hablas.”

Te lo quería mandar antes pero recién ayer me pude liberar de unos compromisos. Ahh, quedó más largo de lo que esperaba y eso que no puse unos más que yo quería porque sino me quedaba muchísimo más largo y no quería molestarte, perdón :') Al final terminó siendo una mezcla de headcanons e ideas más que solamente ideas. Si estos te gustaron te puedo mandar otros sobre NandoxNuma si te interesa.

Créeme cuando te digo que me han encantado todas y cada una de las ideas que me has dado. No se te ocurra pensar que me molestas en ningún caso. Me ha hecho mucha ilusión que te tomases el tiempo de escribirlas para mí!! Espero poder escribirlas, aunque no sé cuando podré ponerme porque estoy de exámenes finales, pero ten claro que en algún momento lo haré.

Me encantaría que me contases las ideas que tienes de Nando y Numa si no es mucho abusar :')

Gracias queridx anon 💕💕💕