#aster speaks spanish

[still-got-no-idea]

No mames porque soy así

Claro, es que- no se

No se nada de porque es tan difícil a decir ‘no’

No se nada de eso!

Bueno, ahora tengo dos biblias

NO QUIERO HACER ESO PERO JAIFSINASJKNFAJKFNSJA

SE VEAN MIS ZAPATOS QUE ESTAN GAY Y ESO ES COMO SE HACE?????

Ahora tengo algo para leer, pero todavía wey

[ofdreamsanddoodles]

do u guys wanna hear the playlist i made for my physical therapy au

[asters-garden]

I’m so sorry but if I’m searching for something hyper specific in the tumblr ecosystem and you’re just there you’re gonna get blocked

You were in the way and so you must feel my divine rage (block and move on) I simply don’t have time to be scrolling past 17 full size fanfiction’s posted by people who don’t know how to use the shorten post feature

[peterspinkrobe]

Temptation | Priest!Miguel O’Hara x femreader [part 4]

W/C: 7,1k+ Go read the other chapters

Warnings/Rating: 18+. Religious content. Some Spanish. [smut spoilers ahead lol] ~~~~~~~~~~~ Reader has a vagina. Oral (f receiving). Some overstimulation. That’s all, babe.

A/N: so so so sorry it took so long. Thank you for your patience. I got real wrapped up in the chapter and work has been working me. Looking up flower symbolism and shit. Also, turns out the Bible has smut too. The scripture quoted throughout is from Song of Songs 4-7. Let me know what you think. Pic is something I found on Google (shame)

The chill of the evening air reminded the two who stepped into it that August was bleeding into September. Change was in the wind that carried hues of summer - fluttering down from trees that were shedding their warm colors for leaves of yellow, red, and orange gradients. The sun set earlier day by day as autumn approached the little town hidden in the Catskills mountain belt.

As the sun buried itself deeper into the horizon, it cast an expanse of purples and blues on the clouds above the two making their way into the courtyard behind the church. The pair stole away, silently sneaking out a side door, while the others enjoyed their supper inside. They were accompanied only by the statues of winged angels frozen in time - pouring bowls of abundance into the garden.

Wildflowers burst from patches along the walkways as the tall man guides the follower to a bench situated beside a maple tree. He ducked to avoid the overhead branches as he sat down and invited the other to join him there.

Wild Asters sprouted on either side of the bench in large clusters, long stems shooting up petals of white and red. The one still standing admires the stark contrast between the backdrop of the natural world and the seated one’s black clothes and collared neck. No words have been exchanged since they stepped into the open air but the silent invitation of the large hand patting the open space made the other feel tingles, nonetheless.

The black clad man kept his hands in his lap and shot sideways glances at the one beside him. Their nerves caused them to bounce their knees rapidly. The silence and their nervousness was too much for the man to bear. He wanted to calm them down and reassure them that all was well. He placed his large hand on the other’s knee, halting the bobbing leg. The sudden touch caused them to look up at him into the stormy dark eyes that showed nothing but concern and curiosity. He spoke their name and the song brought them back to Earth.

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“Your confession last-” the deacon began, but was interrupted by your nervous apology.

“I’m so sorry that you had to hear all that. I am so embarrassed and I understand if you think I shouldn’t come here anymore. The last thing I want to do is get you in trouble or-.” This time you are interrupted by that large hand squeezing your leg gently. You look down and see the long-sleeved black dress shirt rolled up to his forearm, the muscle there too tight for it to roll up any further. The veins in his arms protrude and you trace one with your eyes that trails up his arm to the back on his hand. His palm envelopes your kneecap and the long fingers create a cage around the joint. You swallow your words and silently curse the clothes separating skin.

“Please… let me finish.” He brought his other hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. He sounded strained, as if he had to get the words out or he would burst. Like the things he had to say were compacted in his skull and caused pressure to build between his eyes. You fell silent again and your eyes darted between the scrunched lids of his eyes.

“Ever since your confession I have been wanting to speak with you. I tried calling after you that day but I know I must have scared you.” Fear wasn’t the primary motive for hauling ass out that church as much as it was shame, but you didn’t want to interrupt him. “And then you weren’t here on Sunday… I realize after your confession that you’re only really here for your mother, but I so wished you were here that day so we could talk face to face.” He continued slightly solemnly.

“I hated that we didn’t get to speak on your struggles further and we weren’t able to close the confession as you deserved. You need to know that I hold no judgment towards you - that session was between you and Him. Everyone's path is different and faith isn’t cookie cutter.” He was so impassioned that when his eyes finally met yours again they lit up with excitement in his explanation.

“I owed a fellow man of the church a favor and I took over his confession shift that day last week. The fact that you came to confession that day… on that day of all days. To you all that may seem serendipitous or coincidental, that you felt that strange urge to release those doubts on the day that I was in the booth, but we in the business like to call that ‘God’s Timing’.” The worry and stress seem to melt away as he talks about your interaction in the booth, very different from the reaction you were expecting. His eyes brighten when you, him, and God are being mentioned in the same breath. He becomes more animated and gestures to the expanse of nature around the two of you.”You were meant to go there that day and say those words, I was meant to be there to hear them, as we are meant to be here now in this garden.”

His chest rises and falls from the excitement he feels. He was certain that this is what is felt to be overcome with the Spirit as he had seen in other churches. For the words to fall out without filters and not hold back the faith. When he lowers his eyes to yours again there is a soft smile in them that matches the one slightly stretching his lips.

“I don’t care if you don’t believe in what I preach,” He says this suddenly and his smile slowly fades into something more serious. “It doesn’t bother me that we don’t share the same faith in Christ.”

Heavy pause follows the revelation and you dare not interrupt him, giving him the time to express himself as he did for you in the booth. The setting sun shines rays into his eyes and they reflect back deep amber irises. Their brilliance bounces across your face like he is studying every inch of it - as if your countenance were a difficult passage in Numbers to interpret.

When he speaks again, you find that you aren't as drunk in the music of his voice. The notes are grounding and almost meditative.

“But what worries me is that you don’t share the same faith in yourself that I do. That you don’t see yourself as worthy of blessings when you are a blessing yourself.” The light chill in the air can’t keep the heat from creeping up your chest and neck. His tone became lighter as he went on.

“You are more than deserving of good things. I know our internal thoughts make us feel otherwise, but I need you to know that what they say to you isn't the truth. We all have personal demons that make us question ourselves.” He tilts his upper half more towards you and his large shoulders jut against the backdrop of maple branches and stirring leaves.

Slowly, so slowly, he slides his hand centimeters up your leg so it’s resting more on your thigh.

“I must also confess that I…” He inhales sharply and releases the words with his exhale, “I’m fighting against every urge in my body to maintain myself when I’m around you.” His brows furrow lightly as his other hand comes to cup your chin again, like he had that first time you’d met. The voice is now the smoky room of a jazz club reverberating lowly in the small distance between the two of you.

“Trying to uphold the principles that have nearly been beaten into me when you are in the same room,” he starts to lean in, “you don’t even have to be in the room, mí vicio, for temptation to threaten the sanctity of my profession.”

He tenses ever so slightly, you feel and hear the hesitation in his touch and voice.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, or abuse my position..” he starts to pull his hands away, but you quickly grab his hand on your leg and grip his wrist to hold him there. His eyes widen at your response and his mouth hangs open slightly. A pointed canine dipping into his plump bottom lip as you move his hand to cup your cheek.

He brings his face to yours and looks into your eyes again before his stubborn raising escapes his lips, attempting to put his faith before pleasure, “Tell me to stop… tell me we can’t do this.” He presses his lips together and turns his head away a little. The anguish in the words makes you think he might crumble from the war in his mind.

You respond by closing the rest of the gap and pressing your lips onto his cheek. There is an evening shadow of hairs that poke into the soft kiss. He brings his eyes forward to lock back with yours and your noses bump together. Your breathing mixes and his shoulders rise and fall heavily and it seems as if he’s bracing himself with the grip on your leg. The temptation of just being close to you causes his lips to tremble.

“I don’t think you’ll burn in hell if we kiss,” you try to lighten his tension some and he does chuckle as you feel the shaky breathing on your cheeks.

“Funny.” He quips, but he doesn’t say aloud that he’s already burning. His insides are on fire at the feeling of you in his hands. He knows his soul is doomed if fantasy is enough to condemn. He’d burn for the images he’s pictured of you, the positions his imagination puts you in, and for the way his body is reacting to your permissive responses now. The fact that you want this as much as him makes holding back more difficult.

The anticipation that hung from your pout was too much for him and he whispered to himself before pulling your chin up and kissing you.

Just a press of lips against lips. They brushed against each other as your noses moved to accommodate for the space removed. That first kiss was brief, an innocent expression of the brewing affection between you. Yet, it was laden with complex emotions. A small jolt of electricity sparks from Miguel's chest at the kiss and his heartbeat echoed like a drum in his chest.

He was taken aback at how the simple, sweet kiss had made his head spin and when your lips parted he saw your eyes reflecting desire in their haze. Your eyes closed again and allowed your lips to guide the way.

The two of you traded little pecks and pleasure courses through his body. His hand from your knee now held your right hip and the cupped palm now snaked behind your neck and held your head to his as he deepened the kiss. It was harder to hold back as the deacon’s lust, his want, his desire, was too strong. He peaked down through slitted lids at your hands holding the chest of his shirt in fists and grunted against your closed mouths.

Unadulterated passion overwhelmed him and he poked the tip of his tongue to your lips in request. In those cold showers he had taken to try and control his thoughts, he had instead sinfully prayed to feel the inside of your mouth with his tongue, his fingers, and his currently tented dick. Your receptiveness made him nearly whine when you opened your lips in invitation. The buzz in his brain made him lose his inhibitions as he greedily licked into your mouth. He explored your slick cheeks and your tongues clashed together in their first meeting.

As your tongues danced between your mouths, you found that you were the one having to pull away for breath. Father Miguel’s face had reddened from lack of oxygen since he was prioritizing kissing you inside of breathing. His eyes would open halfway, his eyebrows would knit together in a pleading manner, and his pursed lips were swollen when you pulled away. Strands of his dark hair dangled into his forehead. The desperation on his face and in his grip on you was certainly a sight to behold. It was alluring that he was so affected just by kissing, you imagined just how sensitive he must be. It would be a lie to say you weren’t also feeling warmth pool in your belly at the exchange of kisses. You held his face in your hands and your bodies pressed against each other when he wrapped his arms around you. His voice dripped with yearning as he spoke:

“Let me show you how worthy you are…”

The words were a whisper in the wind, a secret kept by the rustling leaves, but they held a vow he intended to uphold.

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Getting away from your mother was surprisingly easy. She was wiped from cooking and everyone was shooing her home, telling her they would handle the clean up. The only real clean up was from the dishes they had dirtied as she had done most of the kitchen keep up as she cooked.

You should’ve been tired too but your mind still whirred from the excitement earlier. The promise of another rendezvous had you eager to volunteer in the clean up. Your mother looked at you again with pride when you told her to go on ahead and that you’d meet her home later after finishing here. If only she knew your true intentions.

Getting Father Miguel away from his parish was another story. You were washing your hands in the kitchen sink as the last of the trash was being taken out. Discretion was attempted as you stole glances at him helping others with their things and wishing them a blessed evening. At one point he catches your eye and his conviction nearly crumbles, but to you he maintains his composure. He gives you the aforementioned signal of a nod and shaky smile and you dry your hands before excusing yourself from one of the church members on your street. You make it seem as though you’re leaving for the night, but head towards the opposite end of the hall when the dining room door closes behind you.

You try to keep your nerves together as you enter the room on the far left end. You try not to think about Father Steen’s name on the door. You try not to hear the innocent farewells and blessings from the other side of the church. You try to look away from the surrounding symbols of sacrifice for sins you were actively committing. You try to calm yourself and your racing mind as you settle in the chair opposite to the one at the desk.

Curiosity temporarily overtakes your other worries when you crane your neck to see the pages that are open on the desk in front of you. It’s obvious what book it is but it’s hard to tell what chapter given it’s upside down, eleven size font, and single-spaced.

You don’t notice the noise completely dying down in the other room as you scan the office. You’ve never actually been in this office so you don’t know what belongs to Father Steen or the deacon. You do recognize the Catholic vestments that were worn by the elder but there was one you hadn’t seen that was separated from the others.

You could tell as you approached that it was much more fancy than the humble ones worn by either of the church heads. Its red satin underside was soft and silky against your inquisitive, yet careful, fingertips. The emerald green top portion was trimmed and detailed in intricate golden lacework. Embroidered red and white flowers weaved with golden stems and darker woven patterns accentuated the colors even further. It was sturdy and seemed handmade as you held the matching stole that hung from the hook beside it.

A knock on the door brought you back to reality and you murmured a ‘come in’. Funny how he was knocking to come into his own office.

He opened the door and walked through the threshold - the top of his head not even an inch away from the frame of the door. He saw you standing by the robes and smiled. He approached you and looked at the robe with you, feeling the fabric himself.

“This chasuble is a Spanish cut. It came from the priest that ran an orphanage in the city and it was a gift to me when he passed.” There’s reverence in his voice as he explains the importance of the robe, and the true weight of the words doesn’t go unnoticed to you. There’s still so much you didn’t know about him.

“Obviously it’s way too fancy for regular service but I always carry it with me. Bring it out for weddings and Easter. Best part? It’s got pockets.” You share a laugh as he wiggles his fingers in a hidden pouch along the inner lining on the front of the robe. He wiggles his eyebrows as well making you laugh more. The sound of it makes him beam at you and you can’t help but feel whiplash from the range of expression he’s given in such a short time.

From a near blubbering mess just from your lips, to this coy attitude now after congregating with his congregation. That tingle returns to your gut at his confident smile and you think of what was going through his mind when you left to come into the office. Did he watch you leave as he shook hands and embraced his newfound flock? Did he feel any impatience with the others who hung on his words? Did he have a change of heart and is attempting to let you down gently? You understood that this was a big No-No in his vocation… maybe post-kiss clarity and being surrounded by the ones trusting his judgment was making him have second thoughts.

Your doubts cause you to speak up, unfortunately spoiling the upbeat mode but you had to make your concerns known.

“I don’t want to make you do something you’ll regret.” His smile fades at the comment as you continue, “you could lose your job.”

He turns towards you from the garments you were admiring.

“Think of the consequences…” you stamper as listens to you, “you could lose the influence and respect you have amongst your fellow brothers in preisthood.” You brace yourself on the chair behind you as you slowly back up past it. He follows you closely.

“Breaking your vows would be a sacrilege.” Your back hits the desk but the deacon still approaches you. “You could be cast out.”

His hands are on your hips and face and your breathing quickens as he leans in, his voice a husky whisper, “For a nonbeliever, you’ve really done your research.”

You know his cocky demeanor is only temporary; when you start kissing again he’ll be back to incoherence. It doesn’t stop you from blushing up at his towering frame.

“Are you sure you want this? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…” he says and starts to pull away as he had before, so careful not to overstep. Again you put your hands on his chest and it takes everything in you not to squeeze the muscular pecs stretching the front of his shirt.

“I want this. So badly. What I don’t want is you feeling guilty. I know what I want but I also know what is right. I don’t want to be the cause of any turmoil or strain in your spirituality. I’ve caused too much wrong to be the reason you break sacred vows important to you.” You both cling to each other against the desk.

“How could I regret this?” He asks so quietly it’s like he’s asking himself, or silently asking God. “Are matters of the heart to be ashamed of?” The storm in his eyes brewed at the idea of even having to explain himself and his feelings to someone above him in the church. For a man who has never been married, never seen God in the loving embrace of another, to try and tell him what love couldn’t be. How could he be expected to turn away from the act of God placed before him now? How do those in the church not see that to love Him, to truly flourish in His image, is to cherish and admire His other creatures? He scans your face and the hand there moves to gently hold your hands on his chest. How badly he wished to banish any doubt clouding your mind.

“I don’t know how else to explain it other than I have developed a deep connection and affection with you and I wish to learn more, so much more.” His breathing is slightly ragged and you feel the rise and fall under your hands. “Your confession, if you still feel the same, makes it nearly impossible for me to deny this anymore.”

“I cannot deny my feelings and continue to serve the church in a capacity that forbids me from you.” You’re speechless at the words and the abrupt honesty. “I’m making these decisions with my eyes wide open.”

“Deacon, I-“ you begin, but he cuts in to say,

“Please, call me Miguel. Not sure how much longer I’ll be a Deacon after this gets out…” He can’t hold back now that you’re alone so he kisses you because he can. Because there is nothing to hold him back from doing so, and your lips feel so good pressed to his. Hearing you say his name causes a low groan to come from his throat and he parts when you frantically protest against his lips.

“What do you mean? No, no one can know! Not yet… oh my god what would my mom think?! She’d believe I corrupted you, and I have, haven’t I?” Your nervousness and the fact that you were more afraid of the judgment from your mother than that of God Almighty made him chuckle again as he nuzzled into your neck and laid kisses up to your ear.

“Corruption and change are not the same. You have brought about a change in me. While I no longer feel I am the same man I once was before meeting you, I am happy for it.” He moves a hand slowly up your back to cradle your head and he feels like King Solomon taking his Queen to bed in Song of Songs as he kisses your neck.

Your neck is like the tower of David,

built with courses of stone;

on it hang a thousand shields,

all of them shields of warriors.

“Please,” He whispers into your ear and takes the lobe between his lips in a tease, “let me reveal my devotion to you.”

Your only response is your fingers entwining in his hair and a gasp, but it’s enough for him to capture your lips again. This time he wastes no time easing your mouth open with his tongue.

Your lips drop sweetness

as the honeycomb,

milk and honey are under your tongue.

He hasn’t had a woman in his arms like this is such a long time. Excitement overcomes him and his hands aren’t sure where to rest on your body. He wants to learn you only by touch. Allowing himself to be led blindly by faith in your embrace. He cups your breasts over your shirt and moans open mouthed into the kiss. You mewl at the abandonment of restraints you both had been holding yourselves back with. You’re not too lost to the feeling of his hands sliding back down and under your shirt. He traces your spine up and down and grabs at newfound flesh.

“You’re skin… tan suave.” He’s breathless again from the frenzy of kisses and touches he’s covering you in. He nearly loses it wondering how soft the rest of you was. The thought brings his fingers to your bra and he undoes the clasp there. He pulls away to see them fall slightly and his teeth dig into his bottom lip and he nearly growls before pulling your shirt up to reveal the loosened bra still veiling your breasts. His eyes are hungry, but he still asks, “May I?”

You’re frustrated at how long this is taking. Usually this sort of thing is a quick ordeal without all this checking in. You take a deep breath and remind yourself who you’re dealing with. You reassure him with a curt, “No more asking.”

Something snaps in his brain and he’s pulling your bra off and quickly replacing the cups with his own hands. He massages them both, lifting them lightly to feel their weight and admiring how your nipples react to the exposure to air and his fingers. The theories of intelligent, immaculate design are confirmed to him as he gazes at them and appreciates them.

At first, you’re on edge about the intensity in his eyes as he looks over you. Then you realize that you don’t know the last time he’s been with someone and that you just aren’t used to time being taken on you. You attempt to regulate your breathing and relax but when he gently tweaks the buds of your breasts between his large fingers your back arches.

He nearly drools at the sight of your body’s reaction and brings the hardened nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip and caught it in a suckle. You moan and the last thing he sees before your shirt drops over his head is you tossing your head back. He grins devilishly and grazes his teeth over the sensitive nub before moving to give the other some attention. He doesn’t leave it unattended for long when his fingers run his remaining spit over the delicate pucker.

You pull your shirt up and off, discard it somewhere in the room. You couldn’t go any longer without the enticing image of his face in your chest. His lips parted briefly from your right tit so he could mumble, “Dios, me encantan tus tetas…”

The praise and slightly blasphemy of the Lord’s name used in marvel of your body made your head spin. His free hand gripped your hip, then the flesh of your back, ghosting over your soft belly. His fingertips then slip into the hem of your pants and trail fire in their wake. You buck your hips involuntarily and ignore the dig of the desk in your back side.

He pulls away to see your face and the feedback your body gives him. He accepts it eagerly and continues to tease and pull at your pantyline while pinching and pulling at your nipples.

“Please, Miguel-,” The breathlessness in your voice and the flush of your face makes his already hard dick twitch in the restriction of his pants. His name in that sweet, needy tone made him moan out a ‘yeah?’

“I need you.” Your eyes are glazed from the pleasures he’s bestowing upon you. A sheen of sweat shines on your bare chest from the heat of the moment. Your body is on fire and this is only second base. The sensitivity levels of you both were turned up high, but maybe the taboo of it all was causing such an intense reaction. Or maybe you were feeling the same fervent connection he revealed to feel for you. The same string pulling you to one another.

Any resemblance of control fell away from him completely at your pleading pout. His lips crashed down onto yours again and an image of you he’d had in his mind many times flashed and he knew what you needed.

His hand swiftly unbuttons your jeans and the sound of the zipper is in slow motion as he inhales your breathy moans and pleas. His hands move to either side of you and he peels the denim off your burning skin.

He pulls away from you and looks in your eyes as he begins to lower himself. He kisses every inch of newly revealed skin. You’re suddenly feeling slightly self-conscious because you haven’t had a need to do any sort of landscaping for a while. This hadn’t exactly been planned. You look down at your nearly naked body and blush at how he is still completely clothed. You see the dance of his curls as he pulls the jeans off your feet. Then he’s on his knees.

This man of God, in his uniform of black with the white collar slightly askew, knelt before you as if you were an altar to pray to. His hands roamed from your ankles up to your thighs and then down your backside. He squeezes the flesh all over and they never truly settle in one place. He’s intent on learning each curve and dedicating every mole to memory. He catches your eyes and is emboldened by the lust in them so he leans up to press kisses along your abdomen. He murmurs against your tummy at how beautiful you are and how you can stop him at any time. Then, his fingers are hooked around the sides of your panties and he begins to slide them down.

He can’t help but take his time. There were a couple reasons. The first was this was simply too amazing to rush. He’d been in situations like this, and knowing what was coming next excited him. Pulling you out your jeans and spreading your legs brought wafts of your scent into his nose. The aroma was robust and earthy and it drew him in as your panties came down. It had been so long… the smell of your heat made him nearly light-headed but he inhaled deeply. He couldn’t get enough. He had to taste you.

Your panties were still around your knees when he buried his face into your pubic hair and took a deep breath in. You nearly buckled in embarrassment but his arms wrapped around your legs to bring you to his face even more so. He hugged your crotch for a moment and the smells went straight to his cock. It’d been so long since he’d been presented with such a pretty pussy and he had to appreciate the moment.

He pulls you out your panties the rest of the way and pushes you back against the desk. The back of his hand presses to your inner leg and you oblige him by spreading them both for him to get a better look. He sighs as he sits back on his heels and admires the image that has been in his mind for the last couple weeks. The offering of your own communion already glistening from the heavy petting and kissing is more captivating than his imagination could ever be. He paws at the hardness in his jeans and takes a mental image for later.

Motivated by the hunger in his eyes and the way his eyes move in the need to see it all, you start to lose the voice in your head that makes you worry about your body. You bring your hand down and spread your lips a little for him, a little moan escaping you. He nods as if being given instruction and wordlessly brings his mouth to you.

You cry out his name from the touch of his lips to your sensitive flesh. He’s simply kissing the parts you presented to him so graciously. You lean back and brace yourself more on the desk as his hands come up to massage your inner thighs. He moves lower and looks up at you before dragging his tongue slowly up from your seeping pussy to your clit. Your hips buck again and he grins deviously.

The grin and his lewd teasing showed a transformation in the man, as if this part of him laid dormant just beneath the surface of sacredness. His eyes seemed to shift to an alarming red in the lighting. His fingers dug into you like claws. His teeth seemed more pointed when he flashed those wicked grins up at you. He was the one on his knees, but he was the dominant force.

He brought his hands to his new heaven and spread the pearly gates with his thumbs. He blew gently on the exposed, heated skin and you whined from the lack of friction.

Blow on my garden,

that its fragrance may spread everywhere.

Let my beloved come into his garden

and taste its choice fruits.

The stretch of your legs and the wetness that shone between them looked so inviting. He massaged his thumbs up and down, rubbing your lips together and then apart again. His mouth watered at the sight and he licked his lips.

“You’re so wet for me…” he breathed the words before plunging into your waters. The tension, teasing, and time carefully taken on you had driven you crazy but the satisfaction of his tongue on your clit drove you mad. You arched your back and placed your hands on his broad shoulders, the pleasure bringing you to smile and moan in delirium. No longer were you worried about his job, the way you looked, or if he was interested in you as much as you were into him. He was definitely proving that now as he at you out like his last supper.

You surmised that he had to have had some kind of experience with this as you gawk at the expert movements of his tongue. At first, he prodded with the relaxed muscle to test the waters. Now, he was buried into you up to his nose. His tongue would flatten when he wanted a wider range of flavor and you’d feel the large pad lapping you up. Then he would tighten it and drag circles around your clit, sometimes licking into your tightness as if he were starved. He took note of how your body twitched when he pushed his tongue inside you to taste the velvety smoothness of your tight walls. He saw how you jerked with too much stimulation on your delicate bud. He groaned at the sight of your body moving above him, the way your hair hung in your face. The vibration of his convulsing tongue inside you as he groans makes you toss your head back and chant Miguel, Miguel,…

Fueled by the mantra of his name, Miguel goes back to swirling around your clit. He decided his tongue isn’t long enough to feel as deep inside you as he’d like and pushes his middle finger into you halfway. The promise of penetration causes you to grind on the finger and consequently onto his face as well.

He’s sometimes closing his eyes as if he’s in prayer while consuming communion. But the buck of your hips and your weight shifting down on him made his eyes snap open so he could watch your immodesty through lustful eyes. He pulled as you pushed, maintaining the single digit only halfway. He wanted to take his time feeling you and becoming acquainted with what you had so graciously offered to him. When he pulls away from you to speak, the sight of his puffy lips and chin shining with your wetness nearly makes you fall forward.

“Be patient, please,” his voice drips with desperation, “it’s been so long.”

You let out a low whimper but complain no further when he wraps his lips around your clit again and starts moving his finger inside you deeper, finally. You arch your back and your fingers entangle in his hair.

Your light pulling on his hair pulls another moan out of him and he can’t help but rub the underside of himself as he pleasures you. Your wet noises make him want to bathe in your scent and sleek walls. Your moans make his cock twitch in his tightening pants. He flattens his tongue on your swollen clit and languidly licks around and at it directly. He greedily adds another finger so he can gauge just how tight your opening is, but has to ease it in slowly as you cry out.

“Ooh, so tight.. so wet..” He murmurs against your slick as he wiggles the two fingers inside you. “Todo para mí?” This could easily be interpreted as coy, but the tone is earnest. He truly feels blessed with the gifts you’ve so graciously given. He flicks the tip of his cock over the pants as he sweeps his fingers to graze a particularly delicate spot inside you. As soon as his fingers touch that bumpy groove you see stars in your vision. The direct stimulation to your most sensitive space and this new sensation was nearly overwhelming.

“Miguel, ‘s too much.” You pant and attempt to push him off for some reprieve.

He lifts his head with worry in his eyes. His fingers straighten and pump inside you at a grudgingly slow pace. The slightly sweaty strands of hair stick to your thighs as he gently rests his head on it. Leaning on his devotion.

“I just want to make you feel good.” His eyes trail back to watch the way your pussy clings to his fingers when he pulls them out slowly. He seems entranced with the way you stick to his fingers even when they aren’t inside you. You look down to watch the lewd scene and see just how hard his cock is and how he’s got a grip on it through the clothes he’s still fucking wearing. “As good as you make me feel.”

You melt at the words and when his thumb comes up to press around your glistening pearl. He slid it across the top, just above the screaming bud, as if flipping through the thin pages of the Good Book. He ghosted over the area you found tried and true when you were doing this alone and your body, your voice let him know.

He slides his fingers back inside, unable to hold back any longer. His pace is shaky at first, but becomes stable again.

“Mmm, is that good for you?” He begins rubbing small circles in the spot you so beautifully inclined him towards. You nod and moan in response and then he asks you something that nearly knocks you off the table:

“Will you please cum for me?” He asks between heavy breaths that feel warm on your slit. He wondered how you looked, felt, smelled, sounded, and moved when you orgasmed. When he first placed that wafer in your mouth he wanted to be the reason that it happened. He wanted his name to be the one you called out. “Fuck, I need you to…” the curse and the words from the holy man made your insides twist and burn. The steady driving into your core and thumb on that sweet spot causes you to close your eyes and roll your hips with the rhythm.

He says your name and your eyes snap open again.

“Look at me.”

The way his large body slumps between your legs and the background of Catholicism surrounding the two of you hits a dirty switch in your brain and you’re nearing the edge. He can tell by the tightening of the muscles in your thighs and the way they nearly straighten out to give yourself more purchase.

“Just like that. You’re so close aren’t you, tell me.” You cry out a yes!! through your gaped mouth.

“Cum f’me, please. Cum for me just like this. Just for me.”

The words, the perfect pace of his fingers, the way he’s looking up at you… you reach your climax and fight to keep your eyes open as he asked.

Through your lashes you see that he’s grinning up at you. Your slick still on his mouth and stringing between his lips. The type of grin that shouldn’t be on a priest’s face. That’s two things that shouldn’t be on his face now as he licks around his pumping fingers to devour the flow of juices he’s poured out of you.

Your thighs clench around his head and your body spasms, he pulls his mouth away to look up at you between the trap of your thighs.

“Yesss, just like that you look so good. Such a good girl.” He mumbles with a mouth full of your slickness.

He moves his thumb off the hood of your pulsing nub to not overstimulate you, but his fingers remain inside you. The way you pulsed and squeezed around him mesmerized him. He matched the pulses to the grip on his length in a futile attempt to simulate the intoxicating spasms brought onto you by just his hands.

He tries to memorize the heartbeat of your warm burrow as it begins to ease on your come down. He’ll try to emulate the sensation later - on himself - but he knows and dreads the fact that it would not compare to the readied womanhood presented to him. He bites his bottom lip and groans.

You notice how he holds himself and you can’t pull your eyes away from the tent he’s holding back in his pants. Your arms, still a little shaky, move down and you grab his face. You pull a little and he obliges and stands again. He snakes his large arms around your naked body and doesn’t seem to care about any mess you might leave on him. You pull his face to yours and kiss him. His puffy lips are warm against yours and when your tongues touch you taste yourself and feel another coil form in your gut. You pull away and tell him, in a raspy voice,

“I need you. All of you. Please?” Encouraged by your orgasm, you reach your hand down to grab the erection that’s been begging for you.

He hissed your name through his teeth at the sensation and grabs your wrist. He was already embarrassingly close to his own orgasm after having watched you and toyed with himself. Your grip on him made his knees nearly buckle.

His protest made you worry and your arm seized in its place. You let go of him and stare up into his eyes to see where you went wrong with him.

“What’s wrong, Miguel?” The concern in your voice makes him bore his eyes into yours.

“Nothing, no, nothings wrong. You did nothing wrong. I do want this, oh God, you don’t know how badly…” It’s almost as if he’s gasping the words. Your touch, it set him on fire. But, he didn’t think he should, or could, have you the way he really wanted. Not now. Not here. “There’s something you should know. It’s not embarrassing for me, but it’s important you know.”

The seriousness in his tone has you scanning his face for any more information. He says your name and then reveals the truth and you’re left speechless. His tone is matter of fact, the words shocking.

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“I’m a virgin.”

You are a garden locked up;

you are a spring enclosed,

a sealed fountain.

Taglist: IT WONT LET ME TAG MORE THAN 50 I’m crying I’m so sorry I’ll try commenting tagging the rest

@soniajustneedssimping @venusisajpeg @cassidysbbg @haveclayeveryday @fishtail111 @sirbird @thecrowstears @elizzybeth-2005 @tayleighuh @crispypugfs @trashcansally @cheezit-luv3rr @marsout @eliiilamar @hamuuko @jagawriterr @oharaswifexx @limenysnocket @xthejazzdalorianx @y0mill @livingmeat @stranded-dream @its-oevy @be-be-la-la @jxylxx @usagijoestar @queenofroses22 @zaunsin @ceoofmiguel @otomebois @fairycwhores @killakungfu-wolfbitch @buffalolover10177 @jaywalksalloverme @jalxnnie @deepinballs @vomitsama @aurora-burrow @wlalspj @tieonatrenchcoat @cicato @firstghostempathtaco @yallhearsm @mumbi-222 @carmenxhuuuu @dv-ocean-blog @multi-fandom-chick-blog1 @jellybeansupmyass @cheyjellyfish @elyissly @laikve @coffeejellypng @staycgoindown @variouslyalloya @redflame5975 @botchedlove @thatoneenchilada @buck-uwu @donnie-spectacular

Chapter 5? It might take some time tho…

[nashdoesstuff]

Rêve Info!!!

hi so i’m finally talking about my itty baby lol

meet rêve, the guardian of positivity! she’s dream’s reincarnation after his death. she lives with ink, her pet finity, and her brother, nuit. she rules a relatively happy life and she’s learning as much as she can about the multiverse.

she doesn’t remember much about her origins. her pa says she and nuit were nothing more than squeaky balls of fire when he first found them in a distant AU and that he was the one to create their bodies. of course, she has dream’s spirit, but she’s not him, as her brother isn’t nightmare. for reasons she can only guess however, a lot of people seem to think they are the same, and often times they blame them for issues the two brothers may have caused. it sucks, sure, but the most the two can do is apologize.

she’s grown used to it, but it is a bit of a bother. usually she just escapes the situation, as fighting isn’t her favorite thing to do. it’s what dream resorted to, and she’s not him, right?

at home, she enjoys doodling [taken from her dad!] and making food. she has a pet, which her brother hates, but she loves and cares for. she’s outspoken and loves hanging out with her family, though shy with new people. however, she’s a sweetheart when she warms up to them.

fun facts:

both her and her brother know four languages: english, spanish, french, and sign language!

she’s transfem! she came out at 14 and was supported + allowed to transition immediately [she/they for her please]

rêve is autistic and wears earmuffs when in public to avoid overstimulation with noise. she has level 1 support needs.

she cooks more than she bakes!

she’s vegetarian ✨

the little golden touches on her bones are a result of her positivity staining the paint used to create her body.

dream [shattered] was romantically involved with ink before he died, but rêve doesn’t know this.

speaking of, she’s not a ship child! she’s her own kid and was adopted by ink after he found her and nuit.

she’s definitely a people pleaser and suffers from an anxiety disorder.

top and aster are her and her brother’s grandfathers!!!

here’s her reference sheet!!

friendly reminder, rêve is from the au by me and @denieatsart rêve is my character!!

[nglwhatarecats]

i think this is a little over due but look an intro post!

Bday: November 6

Hello!! Im Aster(i go by other names aswell) i use it/its,he/him,xe/xem,and othe neopronouns! I am Mexican! I do speak Spanish so you are more then welcome to talk to me in Spanish!

i have bad spelling so im sorry if i mispell things alot!! also please use tonetags or "!" "?" when talking to me bc i will not understand the tone and will probably mistake what you said for something else.

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will post mostly doodles dont expect alot of actual art lol, i have story planned out but im not sure wether to draw it or write it,lmk what you think!

(also i use personas alot so will probably post a full ref sheets for them soon)

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Sum extra stuff abt me I js decided to add in now! [May 03 2024]

i am Abrosexual,Trans (Female to Male) Possibly non binary? I am also Oriented Aroace flux!!(couldn’t find a good flag for this 😓)

i may be an otherkin? I’m not sure

i am Catholic! But I’m really as religious so 🫠

my discord is Sir_Hqlz! My Twitter goes by the same name

i have a cat! She’s a little stupid but I love her <3

here’s the fandoms I’m in!

The Octonauts

Rise of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Carmen Sandiego

The Blacklist

The books of Elsewhere

Godzilla or Monsterverse idk

Record of Ragnorok

my Dms are always opened!! I’ll add things whenever :3

[auxiliarydetective]

all of this one for Black Widow??

You're lucky, this is one of the few ones I haven't answered about her yet! Here we go!

1. How good is your OC at making plans? Do they follow through with them?

Aurelia is a great planner and strategist and she will stick to them as much as possible, but she also knows how to adapt them if necessary.

2. What is your OC's drink of choice? Do they drink at all?

Her drink of choice is red wine, but she'll also sometimes take a cocktail, champagne, or other drinks. Very rarely does she also drink rum, but only if it's good rum.

3. What is your OC's alcohol tolerance? How do they act when drunk?

I'd say Aurelia has a pretty normal tolerance, but people think it's higher because she can act pretty sober even when very drunk. It's the absolute guardedness and the striving for affection - and the anxiety, honestly. But if she doesn't have to be completely guarded and in control, she becomes a little more playful when drunk. Or a lot. Her first date with Mihawk wouldn't have ended the way it did if they hadn't both been a little more than tipsy.

4. What is the one thing about themselves they would change?

The one big thing she would change, she already did, and that's her sex. Thanks to a certain queer icon, Aurelia is now a biological woman and she wouldn't go back for anything in the world. But if we're talking about minor things, she'd probably like to remove the scar on her stomach because it's a reminder of what could happen when she lets her guard down and lets herself love the wrong person.

5. What animal do you associate with them?

Spiders, clearly, and snakes - also more or less clearly if you know what culture she's from and who her animal companion is. The spider is of course a nod to her epithet and her crest, and the snakes symbolize her heritage.

6. What's their favourite flower/plant?

Aurelia loves red roses, but her favourite has to be the aster flower, for nostalgia reasons. It's also the one that made it into her crest!

7. What odd habit to they have?

It's more of a quirk, I suppose, and that's rarely using her left hand for things. Obviously, her left hand is a lethal weapon. She doesn't want to hurt anyone she cares about with it or cause unwanted damage. And if she does use it, it probably looks a little odd because she has to be hyperaware of the position of her claws at all times.

8. What is their weapon of choice? What's their fighting style?

Her weapon of choice are her claws. Second place goes to her dagger if she ever needs to stab someone. If she needs to use something bigger, she'll settle for a rapier, but it's not exactly her specialty. Her fighting style, much like that of someone else from her culture, centers around her legs, kicking people and martial arts. In her universe, she's one of the people who taught Sanji!

9. What languages do they know? Can they only speak them or can they write them, too? How good are they at them?

Well, does One Piece have languages? Not really. But if we're talking real-world Aurelia, she's definitely a polyglot. I imagine she knows English (which I hereby define as the lingua franca of the world), Spanish and Italian from a very young age, and then keeps learning languages as she gets older because, if you want to negotiate with someone, it's best to do it in their language or at least a common language. She definitely knows French as the language of royalty and probably some Japanese as the main language of the swordfighting world. Other languages she may know bits and pieces of or understand them but not know how to speak them.

10. How good are they at cooking? What are their specialities?

Aurelia is probably a decent cook. Not really stellar but also not bad. I bet she makes a good risotto though!

11. What is their favourite and least favourite food?

Oof, I honestly don't know. Her favourite would probably be something that can be paired with red wine. Or maybe pasta with a carbonara sauce? For some reason, I could see her enjoying that. But also spicy food. As for things she doesn't like... anything bland or with too much salt. Yes, this means that Aurelia doesn't like salted chips.

12. What is their sleep schedule like? Do they get their 8 hours of sleep or do they run on caffeine?

Aurelia gets very little sleep while she's out and about. She'll stay up late and get up early, and that sleep cycle often gets disturbed when she's out at sea. That means that, when she gets back from a longer voyage, the first thing she does (after greeting her husband, of course) is to catch up on sleep. She sleeps in for two or three days and then its back to late nights and early mornings. Sometimes, she also naps during the day, but anyone who catches her doing this and isn't a person she trusts is probably dead. I imagine she may have mastered the art of sleeping while standing so she doesn't have to take off her jewelry and expensive dresses when she feels like taking a nap.

Thanks so much for your ask! Hope you're having a lovely day <3

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Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @supermarine-silvally - let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

[asters-random-sideblog]

hey guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

my name is aster.

my pronouns are she/her/they/them.

my main is @anxiety-lemsbian

If you want other blogs to follow my art/music sideblog is @phoebes-bridges

i love musicals, especially hamilton, matilda and heathers

my comfort movies are mamma mia and high school musical

likes: cats, phoebe bridgers, finland, vintage teacups, watercolours, music, bracelets, queer people, radio silence, taylor swift, rain, cardigans, knitted vests, embroidery, green, lorde, dangerfield, drawing, quirky stuff, ducks, stars, girls, tumblr, tacos, art, ballgowns, long skirts, oversized shirts/jumpers, sweetpeas, rainbows, alice oseman, daisies, mochi, lily of the valley, eliza and the delusionals, pale sunlight, typewriters, rotary phones, earrings, like three people, lavender, floral scented soaps/conditioners, peppermint lip balm, blue eyes, the texture of velvet, being alone, apple pie, gilmore girls, people using my correct pronouns, heartstopper, little women, reading, nice pink watermelon, british accents, a flower fairies treasury, sarcasm, sunflowers, the ocean when it’s raining or dark, stuff that’s naturally grey (rainclouds, etc.) lemon iced tea, frances janvier, spanish, macarons, bubble tea

dislikes: math, global warming, migraines, the sun, tight clothes, pimples, homophobia, spiders, racism, transphobia, shitty people, terfs, aphobia, tiktok, wasps, watermelon when it’s too red and floury, my father, school, most people, being bad at spanish, being alone when I feel people will judge me for it, depression, anxiety, people being ignorant, my mother, drunk people, smokers, feeling uncomfortable, most men, vomit, rejection, being delusional

i’m a minor

i speak un peqeño español and i love cats

my pronouns page:

i love osemanverse but im especially addicted to radio silence, solitare and loveless (i kin frances sm)

im gay (in a sapphic way)

BETH MARCH STAN OMG

love love love darcy olsson and sam kerr lol

i loveeeee enola holmes

im in love with the one bracelet i own

i have depression and anxiety, and probably asd and adhd

feel free to drop into my inbox at any time i love getting asks

i like sleeping

this is a list of songs i claim as my own:

liability, ribs, no better, stoned at the nail salon and sober II (melodrama) by lorde

happiness is a butterfly and cinnamon girl by lana del rey

not strong enough, anticurse, letter to an old poet and true blue by boygenius

meteor shower by cavetown

the story of us, seven, illicit affairs, you’re on your own kid, would’ve could’ve should’ve, if this was a movie , hoax, i don’t wanna live forever, right where you left me, i can see you, invisible string, the lakes, mirrorball and this is me trying by taylor swift

motion sickness, moon song, graceland too, garden song, kyoto and i know the end by phoebe bridgers

watch you sleep and rue by girl in red

there it goes and you’re just a boy (and i’m kinda the man) by maisie peters

summer child by conan gray

all-american bitch, brutal, deja vu, lacy, bad idea right?, hope ur ok, teenage dream, get him back! and good 4 u by olivia rodrigo

just exist and cigarette by eliza and the delusionals

ok i think im done

am i done?

i think imma make an aesthetic board actually

lets do it!!!!

also pls tell me if ur uncomfortable being called babe/darling/love

general DNI's apply, terfs, homophobes, transphobes, NSFW accounts etc etc

have a wonderful day i love you :)

[neatfrog]

~Notes~

~occasional 18+ content 🔞🔞

~queer faggot 🌈

~current things I can’t shut the fuck up about: hazbin hotel/helluva boss, fallout, venom (coming soon)

~my art tag here !

~currently taking commissions ✨

~About~

~you can call me kitchie (pronounced like ‘kicsi’ in Hungarian - it’s a joke bc kicsi means small and I’m 4’11”)

~you might have once known me as venomtots

~3 decades alive on this wretched planet

~married to someone I met on tumblr (follow ur dreams, kids)

~I enjoy cats and languages

~I draw (if the brain worms let me), and am capable of writing but haven’t actually done so in years. my white whale is the venom fanfic from 2018 that I still haven’t finished

~I’m autistic and have adhd so if I do something weird pls just blame it on that

~I’m not kidding when I say I’m obsessed with languages, it’s my special interest since I was like 7

~fluent - English and French

~advanced - Hungarian

~also OK - Norwegian, Spanish (Mexico), German, Japanese, Chinese (Mandarin)

~can’t speak/write but can read sorta well enough: Brazilian Portuguese, Dutch, Danish, Swedish, Finnish (the only words I know are probably all from Antti Tuisku songs)

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The rest is just my likes and shit, no obligation to read

~Likes~

video games

favs: Fallout, Baldur’s Gate 3, The Outer Worlds, Rule of Rose, Clocktower, ReMothered, Visage, The Evil Within, Resident Evil, the Dark Pictures series - most survival horror/horror in general.

I’ll admit that I often don’t have the patience for the horror games where you have to be all sneaky and try to find things & escape while constantly being chased, but I still really love those kinds of games and wish I had the patience to play them, so I’ll usually just watch a let’s play

I’m also a slut for some Mario Party, and my adhd ass can sit and play shit like Powerwash Simulator or House Flipper for hours

books/comics

horror/thriller/mystery mostly, but if it sounds interesting I’ll read whatever. we have several shelves of Stephen King books

favs: The Walking Dead, Venom, GoT, A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Hollow Kingdom Trilogy, The Hunger Games

I still read manga occasionally (FMA will always be my #1 favorite)

movies

horror (any kind), foreign films, indie, comedy - again, if it sounds interesting and I’m in the mood then anything is cool. if you like horror and haven’t watched any Asian horror films, you definitely should do that

series/franchises that could be releasing their 20-quillionth remake/sequel and I would still be going to see it: saw, the purge, friday the 13th, scream, nightmare on elm st, VHS, Killjoy, Terrifier

ok I’d probably watch any Hunger Games movie too tbh

and literally anything ari aster does, I know that man’s some kinda fucked up but damn does he make some Movies

also Tubi has some really awesome shit on there, definitely worth checking out

I found Liza a rókatündér (Liza the Fox Fairy) on there and it’s now one of my all-time favorite movies

tv shows

favs: Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Fallout, The Walking Dead, The Boys/Gen V, IWTV, Resident Alien, Hannibal, Ted Lasso, Disenchantment, Paradise PD/Farzar, WWDITS, GoT (minus s8), Supernatural (stopped around s14 and then they did That Thing at the end so it’s more of an old fav now)

I love Scandinavian crime thrillers/dramas 🤣

when starting a series it’s honestly whatever my spouse and I decide we feel like watching at the time. I usually prefer comedy or horror, but we’ve been known to watch other things

I’ll admit I’m also a sucker for crime shows like CSI, I had season 3 on dvd as a kid and rewatched it all the time. I used to watch it and Criminal Minds with my parents so it’s kind of nostalgic cause it’s like one of the few things we all did together

(I used to be into anime but I haven’t really been feeling it for a while. My first anime was InuYasha (still holds a special place in my heart). My all-time favorite is Fullmetal Alchemist, and I enjoyed Death Note and JJBA a feral normal amount. Black Butler was also 👌🏻 and I still need to finish the manga)

music

90% of the music I listen to isn’t in English. I don’t really need to understand the lyrics, I just like how it sounds. It does end up being funny sometimes though when you find out you’ve been bopping it to a song that’s repeatedly calling someone’s mom a whore

Most Listened: Antti Tuisku, Apulanta, Evelina, Szakács Gergő, ByeAlex, Intim Torna Illegál, Leander Kills, Dubioza, KYO, Stromae, Siri Nilsen - etc (Linkin Park is still an all-time favorite as far as American music goes)

I admit I’ve been obsessed with the hazbin hotel soundtrack lately

ok I won’t say no to the occasional k-pop or j-rock song (I used to be Obsessed lol)

that said I’ll listen to literally anything if it sounds good (nice beats make brain go brrr). only genre I actively dislike is post-9/11 country music

~Dislikes~

spiders (i’m sorry lil dudes ur rly cool y’all just irrationally scare me), making phone calls, unwarranted rudeness

[nirikeehan]

Otherwordly Prompts, Part 2

Compiled from http://other-wordly.tumblr.com

Balter (Middle English) - (v.) to dance artlessly, without particular grave or skill but usually with enjoyment.

Palinoia (Greek) - (n.) The obsessive repetition of an act until it is perfect or mastered.

Nefelibata (Spanish) - (n.) lit. “Cloud-walker”; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not obey the conventions of society, literature, or art.

Nemophilist (English, origin Greek) - (n.) a haunter of the woods; one who loves the forest and its beauty and solitude.

Meliorism (English, origin Latin) - (n.) the belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world. 

Asterismos (English, Greek) - (n.) “marking with stars”; a word that gives weight or draws attention to the words that follow; related to asterism, a constellation or a starlike figure of light. 

Kintsukuroi (Japanese) - (n.) “to repair with gold;” the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.

Annus mirabilis (Latin) - (n.) a remarkable or notable year in history; a year of wonders or miracles, used to speak hopefully of the future.

Volta (Greek) - (n.) A leisurely stroll along the main street or the seashore as the sun is setting, to meet and talk with friends and neighbors. 

Gibigianna (Italian) - The play of light reflected from water or a mirror; a sunlit area; figuratively, a woman who flaunts her charm or who wishes to dazzle you with her elegance. 

Ostranenie (English, Russian) - (n.) Encouraging people to see common things as strange, wild, or unfamiliar; defamiliarizing what is known in order to know it differently or more deeply. 

Sobremesa (Spanish) - (n.) The time spent around the table after lunch or dinner, talking to the people you shared the meal with; time to digest and savor both food and friendship. 

Aswium (Korean) - (n.) The mingled feeling of disappointment, frustration, and regret that results from an unsatisfactory situation. 

Torpe (Tagalog) - (n.) A man who is desperately in love with a woman, but cannot admit his feelings or approach her.

Brumous (English, origin French) - (adj.) Of grey skies and winter days; filled with heavy clouds or fog; relating to winter or cold, sunless weather.

Erlebnisse (German) - (n.) The experiences, positive or negative, that we feel most deeply, and through which we truly live; not mere experiences, but Experiences. 

Mbuki-mvuki (Bantu) - (v.) To shed one’s clothing spontaneously and dance naked in joy.

Smultronställe (Swedish) - (n.) lit. “Place of wild strawberries”; a special place discovered, treasured, restored to for solace and relaxation; a personal idyll free from stress or sadness. 

Vorfreude (German) - (n.) the joyful, intense anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures. 

Koyaanisqatsi (Hopi) - (n.) Nature out of balance; a way of life so unbalanced that you need a new way.

Fuubutsushi (Japanese) - (n.) The things — feelings, scents, images — that evoke memories or anticipation of a particular season. 

Koi no yoke (Japanese) - (n.) - The sense one has upon meeting another person that they will fall in love.

Karoshi (Japanese) - (n.) Death from being overworked. 

Metanoia (English, origin Greek) - (n.) the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self, or way of life.

Oniochalasia (English) - (n.) buying or shopping as a method of stress relief or relaxation. 

Gotong-Royong (Malay, Indonesian) - (n.) The joint sharing of burdens; the bearing of the weight of the world together with friends.

Dormiveglia (Italian) - (n.) The space that stretches between sleeping and waking.

Nepenthe (English, origin Greek) - (n.) Something that can make you forget grief or suffering.

Naufragio (Italian) - (n.) lit. “Shipwreck”; colloquially, a lousy party.

Caim (Scottish, Gaelic) - (n.) lit. “Sanctuary”; an invisible circle of protection, drawn around the body with the hand, that reminds you that you are safe and loved, even in the darkest times. 

[min3nc]

it's kinda funny how aster and i speak kinda slow in english but then he randomly switches to portuguese and i to spanish and we speak so stupidly fast.

it's so different lmao.

[still-got-no-idea]

🐹

-🐹 “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”

nice to know my lack of intimidation transfers online too lol the most intimidating thing about me is that i can hurdle words in spanish. that is the only thing where i feel like i can provide intimidation

or could if my voice didn't, apparently, sound like a child speaking when i did it

[toxicyurituesday]

I’ve come to the realization that this is MY blog and thus I can post whatever I want on it

updated main ocs info under the cut ( Hoshi n Brooke/Kiyo my beloveds )

Hotaka Hoshi Honoré Hoshino

Ultimate Actor My favorite trans gal ever

Acting community can be harsh so legally, doom’s still named Hotaka 😬 And also legally a male

Her dads aren’t divorced but they kinda are

Family names:

Helaine Heloise ( Grandma )

Henry Heloise ( Grandpa )

Hocine Heloise-Hoshino ( Dad )

Hotaru Heloise-Hoshino ( Dad )

Homura Hoshino ( Aunt )

Aster Galanodel ( Aunt )

Hodierna Horace Hod Hoshino ( Brother )

Hochiko Honami Hoshino ( Sister )

Bloom is the youngest of the siblings

Horace is the oldest

50% French on Hocine’s side, 50% Japanese on Hotaru’s

Heteroflexible! !

Tried transitioning at 15, then forced to stop and go back to prior appearance

Doesn’t start transitioning again until 20 ( currently 16 )

Still does not have a fashion sense

Only close friends know that doom’s trans

VC is Ash Ketchum I am not kidding

Oh yeah she has ADHD

Brooke Grayson Allen/Kiyo Watanabe

Ultimate Magnate ( important person in business )

50% Cambodian on her mom’s side, 25% British and 25% Spanish on her dad’s

The only oc whose backstory is fully fleshed out I

Still got the Kiyo Personality TM except quick to anger and very protective over their sibling

Speaking of sibling

Her sibling’s name is Noah Oliverio Allen ( later Noelle Oliverio Allen )

Noah is 9 compared to her 15

To be frank their sibling is the only reason she’s still living

Does not live with their parents

Heather(?) Allen ( Mom )

Remington Allen ( Dad )

Amai and Akira? They know of her but here they didn’t adopt

Daku sneezes in the background

Autistic

She doesn’t really do anything outside of work + taking care of Noah

They still love to roller skate! ! And has a lot of information about flowers

It’s just that work keeps her really busy

Company’s name is MLTech

Theme song is No Surprises by Radiohead

Biromantic asexual

She still loves blondes I can’t take that away from them

Kiyo Watanabe is a fake name they use out in public

Absolutely despises being called Brookie Cookie

Very shitty diet

They run out of energy so quickly it’s kind of sad

Maybe they should start eating things outside of granola bars

VC is girl Saiki K.

Doesn’t hide the scarred eye

Near sighted

Completely blind in left eye

[star-on-a-beach]

For your hc/fun fact thing: Icia

Dunite

Lance

Aoki

Aster

and freaking FRED

-definitely not Elsie :3

FACTS:

Icia: Her favorite everyday drink is iced water with a lemon slice.

Dunite: Her ability to speak Spanish didn't transfer over from the real world. She used to, but it didn't transfer over.

HCS:

Lance: He really wants to be closer to Raina but can't stop remembering the night he killed her, which stops him. Telling himself that she's not his sister doesn't make him want to be close with her any less.

Aoki: He lets Dunite make bracelets to kind of 'bling up' his arms, she's asked to draw on his bandages but he's not ready for that yet.

Aster: Hes a bit closer with Lance than he is with Icia bc the two nap a lot and spend more time together with Icia being out of the house so much.

Fred: Regularly goes into Raina's room where the majority of Icia's plushies are and just. Sits in them. He has a little fred-sized dent that he always sits and naps in, but then he leaves when Raina comes in.

[namesarelikeshinythings]

Space related names

Space is so cool, it's only natural that you'd want a name related to space. Here's all the space related names I could find

No tw but basically every tw if you research the mythological characters in there

Sun :

Apollo : masc god of the sun in greek

Helios (with or without the H and/or S) : masc, sun in greek

Ray (like a ray of sun) : neutral, english word

Sol(e) : fem leaning, sun in spanish

Soleil : neutral, sun in french, not a name in france

Solas : masc, irish name meaning light

Moon :

Artemis : fem leaning, greek goddess of the moon

Diane : fem, roman goddess of the moon

Moon : neutral, english word

Luna : fem, moon in spanish

Lune : fem leaning ,moon in french, not a name in france

Selene : fem, moon in greek

Solar System :

Mercury : neutral, roman version of Hermes, god of messengers, travellers and thiefs

Venus : fem, roman version of Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty

Mars : masc leaning, roman version of Aries, god of war

Jupiter : masc, roman version of Zeus

Saturn : masc but feels neutral, roman version of Chronos, titan of time

Uranus (you probably don't wanna be named "uranus" but maybe if you're not from a non english speaking country ?) : masc, latin name for Ouranos, titan of the sky

Neptune : masc, roman version of Poseidon, god of the sea

Pluto (IS NOT A PLANET) : masc, roman version of Hades, god of death and money

Stars : (basically the entire Black family and then some)

Aquila : neutral, eagle in latin, the eagle constellation

Aries/Aries : masc, ram in latin, the aries constellation, Ares is the Roman god of war

Bellatrix (Bella) : fem, female warrior in, latin star in the Orion constellation

Cassiopeia (Cass) : fem, "she who chooses to excel" in latin, constellation

Castor : masc, to excel/shine, beaver in french, mythological character, star in the gemini constellation

Corvus : masc, raven in latin, the Corvus constellation (btw it's my personal favourite)

Draco : masc, dragon in latin, the Draco constellation

Hercules : masc, greek and roman hero, Hera's glory in greek, the Hercules constellation

Irena : fem, peace in greek, star in the Hercules constellation

Leo : masc leaning, lion in greek and latin, the Leo constellation

Lyra : fem, harp or lyre in greek, the Lyra constellation

Orion : masc, boundary in greek, a hunter in greek mythology, the Orion constellation

Perseus (Percy) : masc, to destroy in greek, mythological greek hero, name of the book character Percy Jackson, the Perseus constellation

Phoenix : neutral, crimson in greek, mythical bird in greek mythology, the Phoenix constellation

Regulus : masc, prince in latin, in the Leo constellation

Sirius : masc, scortcher in Egyptian, star in Canis Major

Vega : neutral, star in latin, star in the Lyra consellation, Lyr is another name for Vega

Outer Space :

Andromeda (the galaxy, it's also a star) : fem, leader of humankind, mythological character

Other :

Aster : neutral, star in greek

Celeste : neutral, french for celestial

Ciel : neutral, sky in french, not a name in france

Cosmos : masc leaning, order of the universe, harmony in greek

Sky : neutral, english word

Stella : fem, star in spanish

(I also want to share that I have an OC named Michelle Way, shortenned to Micky Way (yes like Gerard Way's brother) because I think it's funny that it sounds like Milky Way)

[gamblinghaurd]

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