#este’s hands are huge my god

[promiscuousasexual]

a saga

[hoonvrs]

ROUND AND AROUND — n. riki

req for 1k event!

PROMPT  [ two, 9 ] picking you up and twirling you when they’re excited 

PAIRING riki x gnr

GENRE est. relationship, fluff

WARNINGS none

W. COUNT 0.6k

S. NOTE last but not least my baby riki. this is the last req from my event ( long overdue ik but shhh ) but I tried to make it a little special for my special boy and i genuinely had fun writing this so hopefully it’s good <3

also the title being one of my fave songs ever. jo yuri u will be punished for making it so so short

the sounds of machines beeping and other teenagers screaming rang through your ears as you walked through the arcade hand-in hand with riki. walking past all the friends playing with the claw machines before you pulled him back towards one that caught your eyes.

“oh my god, how cute!” you said, digging through your pocket to ply one round before you felt riki push you away to take your place.

you see him slot in a coin as he bends down a little to grab the joystick, posture relaxed “i’m an expert, watch me get it on the first try for you.”

fast forward, it’s been over half an hour and still no plushie in sight. your competitive boyfriend refuses to give up after many failed attempts, something about not letting a stupid machine hurt his ‘manly’ pride. he was hunched over the control keys, knees bent, as he followed the claw using his whole upper body.

after another fail you begin to tug at the bottom of his shirt, “come on, babe. we all know they’re rigged, and you’ve already spent too much on it.”

you see him huff under his breath, annoyance starting to show through his face still adamant on winning. suddenly shooting up straight, startling you as he whips his head towards you. If there was a lightbulb above his head, it would’ve turned on, “hug me.”

“what?” you looked at him confused, seeing him looking completely serious.

“hug me, you’re my lucky charm,” he grabbed your arms, encouraging you to wrap around his waist, and how could you say no after all the effort — and money — he has used to discourage him now? so, slowly wrapping your arms around him wasn’t the problem, but the awkward situation it left you in with him slightly bending into you.

trying to ignore the questioning glances thrown your way by people just trying to walk past you two as riki goes back into focus with a deep breath.

you couldn’t see much of what was going on, having your view obstructed by your boyfriend's huge back until you start to feel him shake. he turned around so quickly you barely had time to register before you suddenly felt your feet leave the ground.

rikis excited about winning the plushie after god knows how much time and money manifested in him lifting you and spinning you both, “i knew you were my lucky charm!”

leaving no room for you to respond, he quickly places you down as he turns to retrieve the plushie, an almost jarring yellow duck with pink round cheeks and a puffy beak. presenting it to you like a cat would when leaving a dead bird at your doorstep, all pridefully accompanied by the biggest box smile on display.

“here you go, bae. why’d you pick this duck anyway?” he asked, the adrenaline of finally winning evidently still hadn’t worn off yet. you slowly raised the plushie to be beside rikis head, now having two ducks facing you.

you could see the gears turning in his head, but no dots were connecting as he slightly tilted his head with a pout on his lips. you could swear he was trying to copy the duck if you hadn’t known him well enough.

“no reason, just cute.”

shrugging in response, as he grabs your hand to pull you towards another game that wouldn’t suck your pockets dry. looking down to see the duck snug between your forearm and chest and looking up to see the boy you love who looked almost identical.

but of course, one of them is way cuter.

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[jwonsociety]

enha ✧ when they realized that they loved you

↳ gn!reader / est. relationship / fluff / 5.4k / no warnings!

a/n: sorry for being gone for so long!! i hope you all enjoy this little drabble 🫶 also riki's is def inspired by that one taylor swift lyric hehe

jungwon knew he loved you when...

...he stayed up the whole night talking with you. you and jungwon had fallen into the habit of talking on the phone before going to sleep every night. the two of you could talk about anything and everything. you told each other about your days, your friends, celebrity drama, the weather -- jungwon could chat about any topic as long as he got to hear your voice, your little laughs, your yawns, your soft sighs. that night after you'd been chatting for a while, he heard you gasp. "oh my god, it's 4am!" jungwon looked at his phone and he smiled to himself. he enjoyed talking to you so much that he completely lost track of time. with you, hours felt like mere minutes. that's why, as he wished you goodnight, he said "i love you" for the first time.

...more under the cut!

heeseung knew he loved you when...

...he saw you wearing his hoodie. in the few months since you started dating, you became a familiar presence in heeseung's apartment. it was early one morning, and heeseung slipped out of bed early while you were still asleep to get food. as he sat quietly in the kitchen eating his breakfast, he heard you walk into the room, your footsteps soft on the floor. when he looked up, he was met with the sight of you wearing one of his hoodies. he melted in an instant. it was adorably huge on you; the sleeves covered your hands and the bottom hem hung well past your waist. as he stared at you, his heart bursting at the fact that you were in his clothes, he knew you were the one.

jay knew he loved you when...

...you fell asleep on his shoulder. every so often, you insisted on dragging jay out of the house and spending hours shopping at the local mall. the two of you walked around the whole day, stopping at every shop, trying on everything, and getting snacks at the food court. when your adventure together finally drew to a close, you both took the subway home, taking seats next to each other. the gentle sway of the subway car seemed to slowly rock you to sleep. eventually, you rested your head on jay's shoulder, taking your boyfriend by surprise. he peered down at your sleeping face, your lips parted slightly as your breathing slowed. in that quiet, peaceful moment, jay realized he was irrevocably in love with you.

jake knew he loved you when...

...you cried while watching a kids' movie. movie marathons were a common activity on your and Jake's date nights. that night, you both settled on coco, snuggled together under the blankets. you always had a soft spot for disney movies, and the scene at the end when miguel sings to his grandmother always hits you right in the heart. you sniffled and the tears began to flow down your face. jake giggled softly, surprised that a kids' movie was making you so emotional. "it's so sad!" you said. "how are you not crying?" you buried your face in his chest and he combed his fingers through your hair in an attempt to soothe you. jake loved how big your heart was. jake loved how you felt every emotion so strongly and so genuinely. and most importantly, jake realized that he loved you.

sunghoon knew he loved you when...

...you communicated without speaking. it was saturday night and you were at a friend's party. the bass of the speakers thrummed and countless people filled the house, laughing and dancing and talking. sunghoon, forever an introvert, was beginning to reach the end of his social battery. he spotted you from across the room, chatting animatedly with a group of your mutual friends. you looked up, making eye contact with your boyfriend. you quickly excused yourself from the conversation and made your way over to him. "let's go home, i'm tired too," you said. "how'd you know i was tired?" he responded. you smiled. "your face said everything, hoon." sunghoon smiled back at you. right in front of him stood a person who understood him more than anyone, who he could speak to without saying a word. sunghoon was in love.

sunoo knew he loved you when...

...you beat him in MarioKart. the two of you had decided to spend the evening in, nestled together under a warm blanket on the couch with MarioKart on the TV. sunoo had beaten you in the previous four races and you were determined to secure a victory over your boyfriend. competitiveness was definitely a recurring theme in your relationship and MarioKart was essentially life or death. you and sunoo yelled at the screen, playfully shoving each other in an attempt to sabotage the other. as the final lap drew to a close, you finally surpassed him, ending in first place. when you leaped up from the couch, jumping and laughing in victory, sunoo took one look at your overjoyed smile and he immediately knew he was in love.

riki knew he loved you when...

...you two danced around the kitchen together. that night, everything in the world seemed to be silent except for the sound of your voices floating through the kitchen as you talked. music played softly from a speaker and riki had taken a seat at the counter, watching you fondly as you stood in front of him and divulged the events of your day. then, your favorite song came on shuffle and you grabbed his hand, pulling him in and twirling him around the room. the two of you danced together, your laughter mingling with the music. riki couldn't help but be starstruck by the sight of your smile illuminated by the glow of the refrigerator light. he knew in that moment that he wanted every night to be spent with you like this.

[centinelaprime]

Hola, buenas, Headcons de Tfone Sentinel Prime que tengo.

Headcons de Transformers One, Sentinel Prime.

• Estoy segura de que Sentinel conoció a Starscream, Shockwave y Soundwave por la familiaridad con la que le habla a Starscream cuando lo tiene prisionero.

• Sentinel y Arachind (creo que así se escribe) de seguro tuvieron una noche de pasión o tienen cierta relación tipo "amigos con beneficios", por que por favor, esas miradas que se lanzaban y la confianza que tenia Sentinel en ella, junto a como ella sonríe cuando tortura a D-16.

• Es dominatrix, no tengo pruebas pero tampoco dudas, por que vaya que disfruta torturando o insultando, y creo que iría bien con su personalidad y el segundo headecon.

• ¿Soy la única que vio la forma coqueta en la que se mueve?, por que estoy casi segura de que movía mucho las caderas.

• ... Me maldigo por ser fan de ships tóxicos (casi siempre), pero Dios cuanta tensión había entre Megatron y Sentinel. Es que si había admiración por parte de Megatron antes de que supiera toda la verdad, pero cuando Sentinel toco su mano luego de la carrera, su sonrisa era enorme.

• Puedo apostar a que Sentinel se acosto o tuvo una noche con alguno de los Prime, sin pruebas o dudas.

• Sentinel 100% sumiso dominante, si, creo que a este tipo le gusta que se la metan pero le encanta tener el control en todo momento.

• De seguro pasa horas arreglandose, solo para verse bonito.

• Un actor muy impresionante, y mentiroso, no cualquiera pondría engañar a toda su especie con tanta naturalidad.

Y esos son los Headecons que tengo de Sentinel Prime, lo que pasó por mi mente luego de terminar de ver la Película.

Versión inglés.

• I'm sure Sentinel knew Starscream, Shockwave, and Soundwave because of the familiarity with which he speaks to Starscream when he's holding him prisoner.

• Sentinel and Arachind (I think that's how it's spelled) surely had a night of passion or have a certain "friends with benefits" relationship, why please, those looks they gave each other and the trust Sentinel had in her, along with how she smiles when she tortures D-16.

• She is a dominatrix, I have no proof but I have no doubts either, because she enjoys torturing or insulting, and I think it would go well with her personality and the second headecon.

• Am I the only one who saw the flirtatious way she moves? Because I'm almost sure she moved her hips a lot.

• ...I curse myself for being a fan of toxic ships (almost always), but God, how much tension there was between Megatron and Sentinel. There was admiration on Megatron's part before he knew the whole truth, but when Sentinel touched his hand after the race, his smile was huge

• I can bet that Sentinel slept or had a night with one of the Primes, without proof or doubt.

• Sentinel 100% dominant submissive, yes, I think this guy likes to be screwed but he loves to be in control at all times.

• You probably spend hours getting ready, just to look pretty.

• A very impressive actor, and a liar, not everyone would deceive his entire species so naturally.

And those are the Headecons I have of Sentinel Prime, what crossed my mind after finishing watching the Movie.

Bye 😉

[eegasleega-will-change-this-l8r]

-OUR FOUNDER-

⚙ THE CHAIRMAN ⚙ OF COGS INCORPORATED EST. 2003 ---------------------------------

So I've never talked about this on here before, but Toontown was one of my absolute FAVORITE games as a kid (despite never having membership so being locked out of 99% of the actual game jlkjfsakj) Like it was absolutely formative for me, I drew the cogs a bajillion times and they inspired a ton of my own stuff later on (and still absolutely do) Then the game closed and Rewritten came out so I could actually play the whole game for the first time (haven't gotten anywhere close to getting to the end though) To this day I have an on again off again interest where once or twice a year I'll suddenly get absolutely smitten with it again haha

So, if you're also into Toontown, you'll obviously be familiar with the mysterious, unseen overarching villain The Chairman This is my own take on his design that I came up with a few years back ^^

We don't have much to go off of from the original game for what the Chairman might've been like, so I had a couple of different inspirations

Obviously the giant head in the Sellbot Factory, since those old Chairman pics with that head pasted onto a cog body were absolutely what I was most exposed to as a kid, but it's also not a 1:1 lift

In some of my earliest sketches trying to come up with the ideal design I tried making him look like he had the giant robot from the old installer video underneath his suit, so he had like lanky, cartoonish proportions, toonier hands, etc It looked really bad though and I couldn't do what I wanted with the head since it would've had to fit over the shorter, wider robot head, so I just ended up scrapping it (i do take some inspiration from the video for my vision of Toontown's story, but i've just scrapped the robot entirely) Oh I also gave him the eyes from the Field Office since I thought that could be neat, but it looked out of place so I simplified them to what he has now (they're still stylistically similar to the eyes on regular cog buildings, so i don't think i'm really losing any of the meaning behind them at least)

By far the biggest inspiration was when the FY11 plans got released

Holy FUDGE did this blow my mind when I saw it for the first time All those years as a kid of the Chairman not even being ACKNOWLEDGED except by the CEO's final words and a couple odd references in obscure magazines and whatever Desperately speculating and grasping onto all those tiny pieces of some mysterious, horrifically evil entity behind everything And then this??? This awesome, ominous silhouette?? Plans for something huge??? Seeing it is what drove me to go and draw him in the first place, it still gives me chills just looking at it

So yeah, I wanted mine to have that same aura of cold evil, that striking silhouette, while also having a bit more character to him Like most cogs are frozen in the same screwed up scowl, where there's not much room for expression If I could, like, make an actual model for him, I'd want him to have the same sort of capacity for different expressions as the toons have (even some you wouldn't expect from the head of the cogs)

He's ruthless, calculating, doing everything he can to maximize the profits and efficiency of Cogs Inc and expand their operations to the entirety of Toontown, with no regard for ethical business practices or the wishes of the people he plans to subjugate (But does it work? Is he happy?)

I'm absolutely gonna do an analysis of the cogs as a whole at some point (as long as my interest doesn't plummet for a little while longer), there's a ton of stuff I wanna get into about my interpretation of them as villains because oh my god I love them so much

OTHER STUFF - He's not as massive as the other boss cogs, but he's still absolutely huge (iirc the highest level cogs are all canonically like 8ft?? and he's got a LOT of height on them) - He's drinking oil in the pencil drawing - I happened to watch this video where one guy talked about the way the villain in Tarzan held a glass of wine and how it left a huge impression on him, so I just arbitrarily decided to emulate it in my drawing XD - Oh yeah a big reason for the main drawing in the post was that I really felt like I was getting too attached to a single style in my digital stuff (literally just using the same default pen tool for everything, never changing the size), so I wanted to force myself to try something new - I drew the frame myself, just kinda winged it so it's. not as good as it could be but it works fine I think

[fictionkinfessions]

GAAHHHHHHHHH

//runs around in a circle

Hello citizens of fictionkinconfessions dot com, ‘‘‘tis I, the Dead-est of Pools, back at it again with more incomprehensible chatter. I got to see Deadpool and Wolverine yesterday and oh boy do I have some opinions

First off: mcu? Die. I hate you, you’re ugly, you treat the actors like shit, AND your company is loosing money. Suck it Kevin Feige. I’ve already seen people say that Deadpool 3 saved the mcu from a summer blowout and that is honestly so fucking funny. Fucking imagine owing your life to me, I literally am Marvel Super Jesus. Woe. I bestow the gift of millions of dollars upon Walt Disney’s royal corpse

Second: the movie was funny. Like if I ignore the fact that the Disney movie throws out all the existing lore built during the first two, it’s pretty funny. The back and forth bantering has been toned down for Disney audiences, which I resent. I didn’t even get to rag on Disney for sucking up Fox’s rights. God don’t we love our cooperate overlords. I wonder how many screenings and rewrites all the jokes had to go through

Third: WOLVIE I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUU best part of the movie hands down. Finally, a Wolverine who’s alcoholic, pissed off and jaded. That’s like my favorite flavor of Wolverine. The whole scene in the Honda where we penetrate each other with knives? And he ties me up? 🥰😍 personally I feel like his storyline got more attention than mine (in my own movie, which I’m the header for) but who caressssssss. Movies are temporary. Shirtless sweaty Huge Jacked Man with his happy trail out is forever

Fourth and final thing I promise (and this is an open question to any Marvel kinnies still around): why are there so many evil twins. Like have you guys noticed that? Chucks evil twin (who’s also bald) tried to destroy the multiverse in my movie, Madelyn Pryor exists in XMen-97, Wolvies evil twin is Vic (which I loved seeing by the way. All the cameos were great, including all the versions of me), etc. etc. is it the new norm to have an evil twin? Like you’re so bad and got so much character development that the writers had to create your antithesis. I think mine is Nicepool, I saw him in the movie and felt the need to rend him apart at the molecular level

Anywhooooooo; that’s all I got. For now. Toodles

- your not so neighborly friend Deadpool



x

[motherdolores]

My dear and ethereal friend Mother Dolores, ¿What has been your most pleasant and sacred inspiration for the sinister and sacred art that you show every day?. ୁׄ♥︎

Recently I have felt great inspiration by the post mortem and the Rococo artistic movement, although they are totally different styles, I think they make me feel in an angelic way, of ancient and sacred peace.

What I find with your dark and religious art is inner peace as a human being, the tranquility you transmit makes me identify with your sacred scriptures that have been wrapped in your blessed hands. ⛪ ♱

You are a special being that the Virgin Mary has brought into this world to demonstrate that we are angelic beings and that we have been brought into this violent world for one purpose. I love you, may God bless you forever and ever. 👼🏻🫀👼🏻

া♱ Behind the rocks, there is a dead body with unimaginable bruises, filled with words that it explores along with poetry, a movement that revolves around time in human warfare. The only thing that gives strength to my words is the dawn, my beloved Angel Divinidad. My greatest inspiration towards my own art is navigating through the centuries in melancholy and hope for family unity, the antiquated words of a Queen to empower her grand valley of Porcelain Dolls. I feel that the diaries of Gemma Galgani, St. Catherine of Siena, Margaret White, Virgin Queen, Dolores del Rio, and Lupita Ferrer have embraced a huge part of my childhood, and above all, I have been most blessed by their artistic works (performance, mercy, talent, charm, longing, etc...). To any tide that surpasses my creativity, I will always have the authentic company of my natural feelings. Clarity surrealism, although drama will always be in my most holy blessing. I have to feel that angelic strength again, for which I used to kneel in the Catholic Church to save my loved ones with captivating words. My other inspiration is the majestic art of Kaho Honey, Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun, Brooks Ginnan, Suehiro Maruo, and my dearest @genesisfawn (I suggest with utmost pleasure that everyone who adores me, needs to follow this wonderful dark artist of Kingdom's Fawn). The entire audience should know about the question you just asked me about myself, and with the utmost knowledge from my mind, I replied with these beautiful words.

Despite other interests that bless my words, I am glad that you have found that passionate quality with Rococo style and the untold stories of the Post-Mortem. It makes a great impact to remember silent film. I am happy for you that you have found a strong bond of inspiration towards your style. I am grateful for your divine friendship, enchanting beauty.

Truly, I deeply value the sentiments you have bestowed upon my artistic endeavors, encompassing my crafted works of art, poetry, and intricately woven tales. The magnificence of your expression is akin to the celestial radiance that graces the most sacred twilight, heralding the rebirth of crimson-hued roses. From the core of my being, I hold profound gratitude for your profound appreciation. ♱া

O sweet Angel, I come forth with a question, solely directed to you... What have I done for you to articulate my persona in such a mesmerizing way?

۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬ ۬

Espero que termines este mes bendito de la Virgen María con un fuerte abrazo fuerte de ángeles verdaderos.

"No permitas que te turbe el pasado, déjalo todo en el Sacratísimo Corazón de Jesús y vuelve a comenzar con alegría." – St. Teresa de Calcutta

[echos-girlfriend]

Hi! Congrats on 100! Could I have prompt 10 with Crosshair.. and could you do nsfw. It’s ok if you don’t want to.. and I’ll throw in an ultimate truth question too! What’s your name? If you’re not comfortable with saying that it’s ok!

Howdy!

Ooo you want to know the ultimate secret about me! I’ll never tell you! I’m just kidding.. my name is Madison ☺️ you guys can call me whatever.. my user name or Madison I don’t care. Anyways.. Crosshair smut huh. Well I’ll give you what you ask for 😏

Crosshair

Prompt 10 - “I trust you”

WARNING - SMUT! GO AWAY KIDDIES

(this is some smutty shit.. and also Crosshair is a certified slut)

Master list

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You and Crosshair were in the middle of the Marauder.. his brothers were gone for now and he was going to take advantage of that. He took hold your waist and locked his lips to yours.

You moaned into his mouth and put your hands on the back of his neck, just under his hairline. He started to undress you when you pulled away a little. His eyes soft as his rough exterior faded

“Do you trust me Mesh’la..”

“I trust you”

He then lifted your shirt off. He reached behind your head and took out your hair tie. Your hair falling into its natural place.

He ran his fingers gently down your arms. Your cheeks turned pink as he looked at you closely.. as if he was committing everything about you to his memory.

He reached down and pulled your bottoms down with you panties along with them. The cool air making your already sensitive skin feel like it’s on fire.

He was still in full armor, you swore he literally lived in it.. he walked you over to the closest bunk (poor tech) and turned you around. Pushing your head into the bunk.

You couldn’t help but whimper. You so desperately wanted him. You decided to put on a show and Arched your back. Your ass sticking up in the air. He groaned and ran his gloved finger across your slit and up over your spine.

“Stop teasing me.. I can’t wait any longer”

“Tsk so impatient.. and bratty. You’ll get it when I give it you”

You heard shuffling and then felt his hot tongue on your lower lips. You cried out in pleasure as he practically devoured your pussy.

“Jesus.. you’re fucking delicious”

“Stop teasing me! Please I want you!”

You were begging for him and you knew he liked it. He gave your cunt one last kiss before standing up behind you.

He undid his codpiece and pulled his cock out from his blacks. He put one hand on your ass and the other guided himself between your folds and into your pussy.

“Oh god.. you’re so big”

The feeling was absolutely euphoric. His length stretching you out and filling you up. He put both of his hands on your waist and and started thrusting in and out.

With every thrust an airy moan left your throat. Your fingers dug into the sheets below you. Your legs wobbled as your release came.

“You feel so good and tight around me..”

“You feel.. so good too”

He went harder and faster, you knew his release was coming. You braced yourself against tech’s poor bunk and big your lip.

He groaned as his seed spilled into you. He slowly slid out of you. You laid back on the bunk and turned to face him. Pulling his head down for a kiss.

‘Knock knock’

“Why is the ship locked Crosshair?”

He looked down at you and smirked.

“Uh no! Don’t open that door until I’m dressed!”

He threw your clothes at you snd you quickly put them on just in time as his brothers shuffling into the marauder.. Hunter immediately scrunched his face and looked at both you and Crosshair.

He had a toothpick in his mouth and a huge grin.. you were just embarrassed out of your mind. He leant over to your ear.

“We should do that more often doll..l

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Scheduled to post at 11:05 am est

(To help me keep track of when things upload)

[actualbird]

very important question: what do you think the nxx dicks look like? bc a lot of fics that i read say artem is big but like… what does big truly mean? and p.s. i do think of you as the luke puppy person (referring to your latest fic ;) )

n/s//f///w text ahead in this response!!!!

first off, im tackling ur PS there and //head in hands.....this is my life now......im the luke puppy play guy....would you believe i have more fic ideas for the series that that latest fic is from? maybe i should just own this title proudly JHKDHFVKSJDHF

anyhoo //steeples hands. i have had headcanons about this. i have Thought About This. heres some messages between z @lukevonhagen and i way back when i misunderstood her message and started, unprompted, talking about my dick headcanons

the ones ive thought about specifically and physically

marius: long dick with a slight curve to it, this is the dick shape that phallic shaped vibrators try to emulate, it's great for hitting the g-spot or prostate and just in general the feel of dragging against the walls of one's inside. fantastic dick. he puts a lot of effort whenever taking dick pics, marius is an art student, he knows how composition (or COCKposition HA!) works.

luke: THICC. i think he's rather average in length but hes THICCCCKK so when hes all the way in, one really feels that fullness factor. he has to go slow getting it all in, and always after a bunch of foreplay/loosening of hole, but thats not really a problem for luke "oral fixation" pearce, it's time for breakfast and whats on his menu is pussy and ass, hes hyperfixating oral sex like a pro which goes hand in hand irt the prep needed for his dick

the ones who are a bit more abstract in my brain

artem: i agree with artem having the biggest dick but i believe that either he does not know how to use it OR hes on the ace spectrum so hes not gonna be using it much anyway. god gives his biggest dicks to his ace-est soldiers. or his most sex unaware soldiers. im one of those people who fully believe that artem would be so awkward at sex, if ever he has it, because that is so endearingly sexy to me. but yeah hes got the porn star huge cock, probably with a photogenic dick vein, but hes not wielding his weapon with much skill or not wielding it at all

vyn: i cannot describe the aesthetics but vyn's dick is the prettiest. this is a dick people would argue should not be nsfw because it is so aesthetically pleasing that it counts as art. also, as opposed to artem, vyn actually knows how to use his dick

thanks for the ask :D

[kittykittyanon]

OH NO OH GOD,, WHO GAVE THEM A GUN?!?! NOO—💥💥💥

(plot twist.. it was ME 😈😈)

((here's the pic by itself!!))

BOO!! BIRTHDAY GIFT ART!!! forrr,,,,

the skrunkliest of crunkles ever!! the silliest of sillies!! the gremlin-est of gremlins!! FRANKIEEE!!! sing her the birthday song, throw flowers in her direction, gift her weapons of destruction (/j), GO SHOW THE BIRTHDAY GIRL SOME LOVE @averagerottmntsimp !!!! \(≧▽≦)/ \(≧▽≦)/

i've said it before, and i'll say it again, you deserve the world frfr!! forreal!! your writing and art is fantastic, its like every time i blink you get better!! GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE YOU'RE SO COOL!!!! happy birthday frankie-doodle!! happy day of birth!! devious plan number one is finished!! WOOOO HAPPY 13TH‼️‼️‼️ 🎂🎂🎂🎉🎉🎉🎉🎁🎁💥💥💥💥💥

i asked you for when you slept and when you woke up so i could get a feel of when to schedule this so you see it in the morning,, im SO sorry it sounded SO suspicious when i sent the asks HUEHSRUOAHAIEU (╥﹏╥)

one last time for the silly ever,, happy birthdayyy!!!!! YIPPEE YAHOO UEUEUEUEE!!!!

((ignore my horrible camera and weird-looking coloring,, bonus and extra silly details under the cut!! (brace yourself, it's long!)ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ))

(song: There's A Cat Licking Your Birthday Cake by ParryGripp)

((extra details for the road;; the text on her bag is supposed to be her name embroidered on but i didn't do it very well (> ^ < " ),, the outfit she's wearing is the cat-ear beanie and a mashup of clothes from the pics she posted in response to me asking about her fashion style (among other questions)!! she's chewing raspberry bubblegum, which she mentioned she bought often in the same post, i wanted to draw her eyes open with a sort of mischevious look but i couldn't get it right and i gave up after trying to redraw it twice ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ in the little drawing of the gun itself, the spray-painted turtle head in the background is originally supposed to have its eyes like this 😋 (but with its eyes crossed out) like on the actual gun, but i put button eyes in its place as a tiny reference to the button eyes series frankie's writing!! go check it out btw its SO cool!!!! i actually struggled SO much with the gun in that perspective, i didn't have a reference to go off of so i just tried to guess which is why it looks so wonky. (oops). the keychain on the strap of her bag is the character toro inoue from doko demo issyo (never played it though) with a bow around his neck, and the last thing is i strugged with the hands SO hard its so embarrassing LMAOO but that's everything i think,, thank you for sticking around and actually reading this huge block of text!! when i first saved this to my drafts it didn't pop up so i panicked but it appeared like 30 minutes later LMFAO,, one last time, go show frankie some love <33))

[teddie-laundrybear]

EoM update Pt. 1

My blocks of little reactions for other campaigns is put on hold for this one. I have so much I want to say about Edge of Midnight but its diffrent. I want to sit and just talk through the campaign and all my thoughts, not little silly posts but something in depth. This campaign is much more serious than the others I'd watched. Of course its got funny moments, some that have made me genuinely howl with laughter. But the thing is its just got me so invested and enthralled, a 10/10 campaign. The horror in it is amazing and Nikkie is so descriptive, I've nearly thrown up multiple times, but like its just really really *good* The friendships in this campaign are my favorite of any so far, the way Marius protects everyone and they all just kinda have a deep concern and care for each other. They all just decided when they met that they were all- well- in a sense, family. Everyone of their personalities I adore, they all just care about each other, even Briggsy LOL The characters themselves, even outside of that found family vibe, are all amazing. I could go on for a while about each of them. And I will. LETS START WITH THE PRETTY BOY. Marius. Marius is amazing, I'm usually not too keen on the "good boy paladin" i think the trope is usually boring. But god did Andy do it right. Marius is protective, brave, affectionate, and very set on his morals. He knows he's made mistakes and is SET on making it right and making sure his friends/family are safe and healthy. And more than that, strangers too. But he's not naive, he's anything but, especially because of his Vampire-esc nature. WHICH BY THE WAY IS MY FAVORITE PART OF HIS CHARACTER. The way Andy describes Marius's vampiric nature is so badass. And you can just FEEL the way Marius feels about it too. I love it. PRETTY LADY TIME Lethica. I love Lethica, she's cunning and beautiful and rather sly. You would think she'd be stoic, and while she *is*, she's also funny, sarcastic, passive aggressive, but also caring. She too cares deeply about those around her even if she doesn't show it as openly as Marius, but you can tell. I also love her goofy bag of holding, i know its evil but why make it so likeable??? ALSO (mild spoilers for episode 8) When Yorgrim gets his ass beat by Billy, her reaction was to rush over to him and gently place her hand on his arm. "Yorgrim.." She casted healing word with his name being the healing word. I don't know why but i LOVE that. Usually with these guys healing word is some goofy shit but she just softly says their name and I don't know I just LOVE THAT. Especially with her accent god i'm gay i love her she's hot anyways FREN SHAPED SCARECROW!! (and weird crow) Jericho. I love my lil tall baby boy scarecrow crow demon baby, and Virgil is here too ig. Jericho was the first character we met and good for it because I was attached to him imminently. He's so sweet and he just wants friends, and good thing Marius is there because they're laterally the best-est best friends I love their goofy dynamic. Jerichos songs are so silly and creative and I love them. His whole weird bird thing is also SUPER interesting, seeing Virgil take over was a huge change of pace and I wish it got touched on more. Give him hugs, he deserves them. PLEASE hug him. Virgil is goofy, tell him to stop being mean MORE TO COME I HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THE OTHER THREE

[websterss]

TE AMO — TOM HOLLAND

REQUEST: Sorry to add more to your requests, but can you make one where the reader is Puerto Rican and Tom goes with her to a huge family party for the first time please :)))

WARNING(S): Fluff

WORD COUNT: 1,037

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

A/N: Reposting old fics!!! Hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

You were nervous, to say the least. Tom was finally going to meet your family. To most people that didn’t seem like a bad thing because when a boyfriend is introduced to their lovers’ family it usually turns out well. Although for some reason you couldn’t get over all the cons of him meeting your family. It’s not that you didn’t want to introduce him to the most important people in your life, it’s just that you didn’t want to introduce him to the craziness and hecticness that makes up your family.

You see, you were Puerto Rican, which meant a big family, tons of food, and a lot of Spanish. You’ve been trying to teach Tom how to speak it, he has tried and has failed miserably. He couldn’t quite get the trick of rolling his R’s as funny as it seemed. And Yet you managed to get through some basics and how to keep a conversation going.

You were rather impressed by how much he was willing to learn for you. Your family always told you that Tom was definitely a keeper because he was the only guy who’s actually wanted and put in the effort for you. You’d blush at every comment that your mom and abuela would make.

So here you were sitting in Tom’s car nervously tapping your foot. Tom noticed and grabbed a hold of your hand.

“Hey don’t worry, everything is going to go great.” He leaned over and placed a kiss on your cheek.

“You seem more confident to meet my family than I do.” You let out a halfhearted laugh.

“Well, I want them to like me.”

“They will love you.” You smiled.

“How do you know?” He rubbed your hand.

“Because I love you.” You whispered.

Tom leaned in again but kissed you softly against your lips. You pulled away. “Okay, let’s do this.” Tom smiled at you and opened his door, you followed his actions. You both walked up to the front porch hand in hand. You took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. You waited for a minute before hearing faint footsteps approaching. The door swung open to reveal your mother. Her expression immediately changed. She was so excited to see you.

“Y/n, aye dios mio! Oh, cómo te extrañé!” Oh my god, how I missed you. She hugged you tightly then looked at Tom.

“Tom, es bueno verte!” It’s good to see you. She hugged him tightly as well.

“Usted también.” He responded.

“Well come now, everybody is waiting inside.” Your mom gestured over her shoulder.

Your mom took you to the kitchen where most of your family was. You immediately noticed your grandma making her famous arroz con pollo, Rice with chicken.

“Abuela!” It’s been a couple of months since you last saw her.

“Aye Y/n, mi ninã bonita.” Oh, my beautiful girl.

“I missed you grandma.” You smiled at her.

“Yo tambien. Es este tu novio de que nos hablaste!” Me too. Is this your boyfriend you’ve told us about? You nodded.

Tom seemed to understand what she said because he heard the word boyfriend in the sentence.

“Hola.” He shook her hand.

“Tom, it’s nice to meet you.” She smiled up at him.

“It’s nice to meet you too. Y/n me dijo mucho de ti.” Y/n’s told me so much about you.

Your grandma’s gaze fell on you. She looked rather impressed by his Spanish.

”He’s charming, no lo dejes ir.” Don’t let him go. She whispered to you. Tom looked at the two of you curiously but smiled anyway.

“Well es una fiesta, have fun!” It’s a party. She waved you guys off.

You laughed at her. You introduced Tom to the rest of your family. You could tell they really really liked him, and that made you so happy. Tom was impressing you with many other words you never taught him. He was enjoying himself, after all, he was a likable person. Your family welcomed him with open arms. It was all you could ever ask for.

“La comida ya está lista!” The food is now ready. Your grandma shouted from the kitchen heading to the backyard.

You were talking with your cousin and then went to go find Tom who was talking to your dad with a beer in his hand. You walked up to them.

“There she is.” Tom wrapped his arms around your shoulder placing a tender kiss on your temple. You blushed.

“You did well with this one mija.” My daughter. Your dad pointed at Tom.

“Thank you, dad.” You leaned into Tom.

“Alright let’s go eat.” Your dad clasped his hands together.

“Wait till you try my grandma’s arroz con pollo, you’re going to love it!” You pulled tom to the tables aligned side by side to make a long table.

“Sounds great!” He smiled cheekily at you. You could hear how he rolled his R. You laughed hitting him playfully on his chest.

You were certainly feeling at home again. You didn’t know why you were freaking out so much earlier because knowing Tom he was always one to make a first good impression, and that was something you admire about him.

Tom took a bite of the food and hummed in satisfaction. He loved it so much he asked if you could make him it when you guys got back home. It soon got dark and everyone was having another round of beers or saying their farewells to family members. You and Tom stayed a bit longer after the food, he also accepted another beer from your dad but that would be his last one before you had to leave. He wasn’t planning on getting drunk. Eventually, you said goodbye to your family and told you to visit again and to bring Tom. You laughed at that. “Today was fun. I had a great time.” He said walking hand in hand with you to the car.

“Really, you mean that?” You looked up at him.

“Absolutely darling, your family was wonderful to meet.” He kissed you softly.

“I’m glad you liked them, I love you, Tom.” You sighed happily.

“Y yo te amo.” He kissed you again.

[darlingsomeone]

Re-listening to Danse Macabre, an old fashioned waltz — bits and pieces from a good omens fan.

Et vive la mort et l’égalité!

My take: something has been lost when looking at this lovely tone poem if all we get is awfulness or despair. This dance is the embodiment of seizing the day (or night in this case) even past death.

First though, if you’re into this kind of thing, is some analysis of how it is constructed.

Everything is meant. “The piece begins with twelve repeated notes from the harp, signifying a clock striking midnight. The violin scratches out a series of imperfect fifths that do not resolve as they should in well-mannered tonal music. The devil is warming up to play a diabolical dance in a fast waltz time. The waltz had only lately become respectable.”

The original song-poem lyrics with English translation can be found here. More thoughts under the cut:

It’s hard to hope that links speak for themselves if someone is skimming a goofy post like this. The lyrics, then, French and English:

“Danse macabre

Zig et zig et zig, la mort cri en cadence

Frappant une tombe avec son talon,

La mort à minuit joue un air de danse,

Zig et zig et zag, sur son violon.

Le vent d’hiver souffle, et la nuit est sombre,

Des gémissements sortent des tilleuls;

Les squelettes blancs vont à travers l’ombre

Courant et sautant sous leurs grands linceuls,

Zig et zig et zig, chacun se trémousse,

On entend claquer les os des danseurs,

Un couple lascif s’asseoit sur la mousse

Comme pour goûter d’anciennes douceurs.

Zig et zig et zag, la mort continue

De racler sans fin son aigre instrument.

Un voile est tombé! La danseuse est nue!

Son danseur la serre amoureusement.

La dame est, dit-on, marquise ou baronne.

Et le vert galant un pauvre charron—

Horreur! Et voilà qu’elle s’abandonne

Comme si le rustre était un baron!

Zig et zig et zig, quelle sarabande!

Quels cercles de morts se donnant la main!

Zig et zig et zag, on voit dans la bande

Le roi gambader auprès du vilain!

Mais psit! tout à coup on quitte la ronde,

On se pousse, on fuit, le coq a chanté…

Oh! La belle nuit pour le pauvre monde!

Et vive la mort et l’égalité!

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Tap, tap, tap—Death rhythmically (1997) English translation © Richard Stokes

Tap, tap, tap—Death rhythmically,

Taps a tomb with his heel,

Death at midnight plays a gigue,

Tap, tap, tap, on his violin.

The Winter wind blows, the night is dark,

The lime-trees groan aloud;

White skeletons flit across the gloom,

Running and leaping beneath their huge shrouds

Tap, tap, tap, everyone’s astir,

You hear the bones of the dancers knock,

A lustful couple sits down on the moss,

As if to savour past delights.

Tap, tap, tap, Death continues,

Endlessly scraping his shrill violin

A veil has slipped! The dancer’s naked!

Her partner clasps her amorously.

They say she’s a baroness or marchioness,

And the callow gallant a poor cartwright.

Good God! And now she’s giving herself,

As though the bumpkin were a baron!

Tap, tap, tap, what a saraband!

Circles of corpses all holding hands!

Tap, tap, tap, in the throng you can see

King and peasant dancing together!

But shh! Suddenly the dance is ended,

They jostle and take flight—the cock has crowed…

Ah! Nocturnal beauty shines on the poor!

And long live death and equality!”

Look, these words and the instrument choices speak of equality in the state of death. Possibly a bit the way Crowley would.

Death wasn’t and couldn’t be hidden politely during those days. The arts featured the dance of the dead, just as we still see Memento Mori in media today. The balance of return from oblivion to celebrate outside of hierarchies was not new. Even the dead could still seize the night. Joy does not die.

Remember Crowley saying that people will be equally dead whether they are killed by Heaven or Hell up in that graphic? If anything, this little note from the domesticated Bentley might be a little rebellion, if not overkill. Maybe it’s A Clue to Aziraphale that they might celebrate a little late if he insists on this trip while ignoring Crowley, just as the Bentley’s musical gift to Crowley of the Nightingale reprise in season two.

Look at what the lyrics said.

The dance was already a part of folk custom or lore, and the xylophone was a country instrument. Saint Saëns was well aware of this, and used both the barely acceptable waltz as the dance and coarse instrument of country-folk. This was done deliberately.

This conservative, restrained composer made choices throughout the work. A dance which had been scandalous not so long ago and an instrument ‘of the people’ so to speak. Composed to fit the exacting pattern of “the devil’s interval”which you can read about here, too (yes it can matter). I’m a geek for this kind of thing so here’s that link again.

The idea of the dance already existed, what he did was to elevate it to something so moving and strong that it endures today, despite its original reception by his contemporaries.

The message of the lyrics is lost in the final product, which is a pity for Good Omens fans, but the delight in the dance remains. There is a freedom, celebration and again, an equality among the freed dancers. (Crepes, anyone?) They take their joy where they can, even if the devil plays the tune.

Like Orff’s Carmina Burana, another work celebrating earthly delights and perils, (Ox rib anyone?) O Fortuna being the most recognizable of this work, Danse Macabre is often used to enhance or promote something only in fragments, very specifically omitting the resolved and therefore to me, ‘peaceful’ end to both works.

I seldom hear the resolution of the frantic dance in the promotion of a scary movie or even as used in Hush, an episode of Buffy (yes, the one with The Gentlemen, on one of the links). This does Danse Macabre a great disservice. The point and the peace are cut off abruptly, leaving the listener waiting for the music to knit itself up at dawn. For this listener, the omission is a constant irritant, but I am perhaps an odd duck. I do have ears though, and they know the difference between resolved and not.

It’s oddly like a cliffhanger, really, when only part of the work is played.

While some people say that this piece is “suffocating” or “overwhelming” I can only wonder at the variety of human experience. There is so much unencumbered joy in Danse Macabre, so much literal freedom of the souls to have this time to celebrate.

Young children are routinely introduced to classical music with this piece. If it were so utterly fearsome, it would be a poor choice indeed for such a task.

What it is, without a doubt, is a composition in old fashioned waltz time that goes far from the norm while following a form.

What else could the Bentley give Aziraphale but that truly intimate dance, a waltz, to the tune of equals and a taste of brimstone?

After all, he has standards.

[emmalostinwonderland]

I can't believe this year is already just about over... 2023 has been huge for me in terms of fandom and in real life spaces. This was my first full year publicly out as queer, and it felt at times like the rest of the world was kinda celebrating with me. I made so many new fandom friends and got a lot more involved with the things I'm passionate about. I joined 5 fandom discord servers, beta'd more than a few fics, cheer-read a few others, and participated in 4 fanfiction events. I spent most of the year whining about how I can't get any writing done, but apparently I wrote and posted more fics this year than in 2020, 2021, and 2022 combined! I wrote nearly 50,000 words this year. Thank you to everyone who supported me, encouraged me, laughed and cried with me, or spent time with me in any capacity. I cherish you all.

Anyway, now for the part people actually want lol- here are the 6 fics I published in 2023:

Embers Barely Showing (Proof of Life in the Shadows)

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rated: M Word Count: &lt;1k Summary: Steve freezes in the doorway. He makes himself breath slowly and deeply, and he takes a moment to get his heart rate back to normal before addressing the man holding a gun to his temple. “Buck, it’s me." // Steve comes home while Bucky is having a dissociative episode.

Judged By The Cover (collab w/ @louikazooie)

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rated: E Word Count: 32k Summary: Bucky Barnes, award-winning romance novelist, is dismayed to learn that his publisher is sending him on a book tour with Steve Rogers, a fantasy author who recently topped the NY Times Bestseller list for his first and only romance novel and Bucky’s personal authorial adversary. As they’re sent off to spend several months touring 50 US cities together, they’ll attempt to overcome their differences and leave the past behind them… maybe they’ll even find love.

The Hazards of Falling in Love (Rescue Me)

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rated: T Word Count: 4k Summary: “So that’s your name?” Rogers hasn't looked away from him once. His eyes are a piercing blue, and Tony barely manages to keep from squirming under his gaze. “Yeah. Or Telecommunications Operator Stark, if we’re getting technical about it.” “Are we?” Tony tilts his head slightly. “Depends. Can I call you Steve?” The man grins. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, Tony.” // Tony Stark doesn't date firemen. But he'll make an exception for Battalion Chief Steve Rogers.

Promises, Promises

Pairing: FirstPrince Rated: E Word Count: 1k Summary: “Works for me. Let me get undress-” Henry stops him with a hand over his. “Slow down, love. I’m going to make you listen to me for once.” “Oh my god,” Alex whispers, seemingly unintentionally. // Alex breaks his promise of a work-free trip. Henry gives him just what he deserves.

Should History Forget Us

Pairing: Steve/Bucky/Tony Rated: E Word Count: est 15k (WIP) Summary: War is over for the kingdom of Starkholde, and King Anthony's knights have returned home at long last. With peacetime comes many changes... as well as its own dangers. Through joy, through pain, through fear, through love- Steve, Bucky, and Tony must navigate the shifting tides together and make their mark on history.

StarDads Secret Santa 2023

Pairing: Din/Luke **This fic is part of a gift exchange and creator reveals are not until after the new year. I'll post the link to my fic once it's available, but for now, the whole collection is linked here.

[cadeloverforever]

Yooooooo back again, so hear me out..... Thor hunting you down like your his prey? Teehee👀👀👀

HELLO! I HAD FUN DOING THIS SJHDGDVSBSHSH, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! (La versión en español está en esta misma publicación!)

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Thor Odinson One Shot!?

You were in a cave, so to speak, midday, noon and already drinking, you just needed a drink, to relax, well, you had to leave before nightfall, you didn't have time to go at night and drink, something very irresponsible for you. Since you lived in the forest, a place very VERY far from this place, you always saw a tall man, MUCH taller than you, with a big beard and hair, several said he was the God of thunder himself!, which you thought Which was a lie since the gods should be doing their thing or whatever, right? You never saw one and you never thought you would see one but today your "luck" will change

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It was 4 pm, time to leave, a few hours of walking to end the day arriving at your house and sleeping until a new day, in the cave you felt watched but you didn't want to cause problems among the people in the bar, you just tried to focus in your drink while you were drinking it, you left the money on the table and left that place.

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You walked between trees, seeing every sign that you made so as not to get lost in that enormous forest, the only sound you could perceive was that of your footsteps and the occasional animal that ran or made noise. You didn't know if it was the effect of the mead you must have had or you were just lost in thought but now, now you REALLY felt like you were being watched like in the cave, you turned to see who it was and to know if you needed to run but there was nothing or no one or that's what you thought

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You were still looking for your way, you were cold to death, you had gotten lost "oh shit! Who the hell did this!? A wolf? A-a bird?" There was silence before a tall man emerged from the shadows. You couldn't see his face. Did he have some kind of hood? "Helloooo dear" made an emphasis on the last lyric as if he were amused "who are you?" You dared to ask, taking a step back without being sure of being close to that person. He seemed to smile when in the blink of an eye he was less than a meter away from you. "What the fuck?" You tried to move away once more but he thought first, now you had an arm which you couldn't use, why? Because this mystery man grabbed your arm with his huge hand, you looked at him and saw him, Thor, damned Thor!?, you bit his hand making him let go, apparently he didn't expect that, you ran away as much as you could, no. You looked back you didn't want to do it, when you were running lightning struck in front of you and Thor appreciated "why the hurry, my sweet?" You could hear him laughing as he told you that, you could hear him laugh once again, he took you by the arm again and grabbed your chin "this time you're not going to bite me."

The rest is part of your imagination!

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¡HOLA! ME DIVERTÍ HACIENDO ESTE SJHDGDVSBSHSH, ¡ESPERO QUE LES GUSTE!

Thor Odinson One Shot!?

Estabas en una caverna, por decir asi del medio día, medio día y ya bebiendo, solo necesitabas un trago, para relajarte, bueno, tenías que irte antes que anocheciera, no tenías tiempo para ir de noche y beber, algo muy irresponsable a tu vista ya que vivías en el bosque, un lugar muy MUY alejado de este lugar, siempre veías a un hombre alto, MUCHO más alto que tu, de gran barba y pelo, varios decían que era el mismísimo Dios del trueno!, lo cual pensabas que era mentira ya que los dioses deberían de estar haciendo sus cosas o lo que sea, no?, nunca viste uno y nunca pensaste ver uno pero hoy tu "suerte" cambiará

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Eran las 4 pm, hora de irte, unas horas de caminata para finalizar el día llegando a tu casa y dormír hasta un nuevo día, en la caverna te sentías observada pero no querías causar problemas entre las personas en el bar, solamente trataste de céntrate en tu bebida mientras la tomabas, dejaste el dinero en la mesa y abandonaste ese lugar.

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Caminabas entre árboles, viendo cada señalización que tú hiciste para no perderte en ese enorme bosque, el único sonido que podías percibir era el de tus pisadas y uno que otro animal que corría o hacia ruido. No sabías si era efecto del hidromiel que debiste o simplemente te hundiste en tus pensamientos pero ahora, ahora REALMENTE sentías que estabas siendo observando como en la caverna, te giraste para ver quién era y para saber si necesitabas corre pero no había nada ni nadie o eso es lo que pensabas

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seguías buscando tu camino estabas muerta de frío, te habías perdido "oh mierda! Quien diablos hizo esto!? Un lobo? U-un un ave?" Hubo un silencio antes de que de las sombras saliera un hombre alto, no se le veía la cara tenía una especie de capucha? "Helloooo dear" hizo un énfasis en la última letra como si estuviera divertido "quien eres?" Te atreviste a preguntar dando un paso atrás sin seguridad de estar cerca de esa persona, el pareció soltar una sonrisa cuando en un pestañeo estaba a menos de un metro tuyo "que mierda?" Intentaste alejarte una vez más pero el pensó primero, ahora tenías un brazo el cual no podías utilizar, por que? Porque este misterio hombre agarró tu brazo con su enorme mano tu lo miraste y lo viste, Thor, el maldito Thor!?, le mordiste su mano haciendo que te suelte, al parecer no se esperaba eso, saliste corriendo lo más que pudiste, no miraste atrás no querías hacerlo, cuando corrían un rayo cayó adelante de ti y aprecio Thor "por que la prisa, mi dulce?" Podías escuchar su risa mientras te decia eso podías escucharlo reírse una vez más, te tomo de otra vez de el brazo y te agarró la barbilla "está vez no me vas a morder"

Lo demás es parte de tu imaginación!

[3terna15unshin3]

Then Because She Goes

Cry, I wake up, love you, love you

★ Chapter 6 of 15, 4794 words

★ Matty Healy x Original Female Character

★ warnings: none

<< 5

29 December, 2018

Matty didn’t rush out in the morning. He flipped the kettle on instead, hoping the loud whistle when it started boiling would draw Este’s attention. Opening and closing all of the cupboards in her kitchen to search for what he needed to actually make up the tea, he eventually had mugs placed on the counter in front of him with bags in each.

When the tell tale sound of the kettle had been a few seconds in the past, the doorknob to her room finally twisted and revealed an exhausted Este. Her hair sat in a tousled bun at the nape of her neck, with the layered pieces loose and swinging next to her jaw. Both of them wore what they were clothed in the night before.

“Ibuprofen?” She posed.

“Yes, please.”

She pulled the medication out of a drawer and thanked Matty for brewing her tea, each of them swallowing one tablet each. They chatted about how Este counted the four times she had to get up to go to the toilet, how Matty didn’t notice even once, and how they both felt far too old to be hungover on a Saturday morning.

It was barely morning anymore, with the clock reading 11:14am. Este used her palms to lift her butt onto the island and sit there to face Matty.

He leaned against the counter, mug in hand. “Don’t you have to be off to work for one o’clock?”

Shaking her head no, Este responded. “Nope, not today. Thank god.” She inspected the boxes sitting next to her, deciding that pizza would be a good enough breakfast. They both began taking bites of the cold food from the night before, talking lazily.

The front door to the flat opened suddenly, Cate appearing behind it. Before looking up and while hanging Este’s car keys on the hooks jutting out of the wall, she called out, “Esteeee! I just picked up my car from the garage and G came with to drive yours back over. It’s in the lot. You’re an angel for letting me take it,”

Turning around to face the kitchen, she finally caught sight of Matty. Not expecting to see him there, a small gasp escaped. Seeing the two of them in the messy kitchen, looking like they’ve only just woken up, forced Cate’s mind to jump to an extreme conclusion. What happened last night? She wondered, secretly hoping they’d hooked up. “Matty.” She sputtered. “What are you doing here?”

“Lovely to see you as well, Cate.” joked Matty. “In Manchester or in your flat?”

“Both.”

He laughed, rubbing his hands together over the now empty box where their breakfast had sat to get the pizza crumbs off of them. “Just hung out last night and had a little too much wine and weed. So Este let me stay over.” Matty explained simply. Cate nodded her head in understanding, the idea of him and Este getting wine drunk together sounding rather sweet.

“Yeah, and my gift for letting you borrow my car was that bottle of red you had in the cabinet, right?” suggested Este. “Because we may or may not have drank it all.”

-

13 January, 2019

matty

Sun, 13 Jan at 9:37 AM

Congrats on the Brits noms xx very deserved!

She sent Matty a message after setting the news on Twitter that Sunday morning. Este and Cate were relaxing at home, sat in front of their laptops at the dining room table. Best Group and Best Album were huge categories, so she felt proud, in a way, to know that they were good people and deserving of the recognition.

“Speaking of Matty,” started Cate after Este read the news out to her from across the table, “I saw that they have a show here, next week. 24th at the AO. We should go, I think there’s still tickets.”

Clicking a few times with her trackpad, Este read her Google calendar to find that she’d be working that evening. “I work that Thursday,” she revealed.

Cate rolled her eyes. “Oliver exists for a reason, you know! Wouldn’t hurt to ask him to cover—especially since you rarely do.” She argued. “Come on, I want to go! Pryzm was so fun and only like 10 songs long, I bet the full set will be even better.”

Este took a bite of her toast and Marmite, eventually being convinced by her flatmate. After a couple of texts were sent over to Sam and Oliver, she deleted the event in her GCal that read ‘work 1-8’, and Cate opened Ticketmaster.

The seat availability was pretty sparse, as it was only a week and a half before the concert. The two of them found a pair of seats near the back of the first bowl for a reasonable price, agreeing that they were close enough and would have adequate dancing space.

When pulling out her credit card to process the payment, Cate said, “Just remembered that this bloke was getting crossed in our flat like two weeks ago. Could’ve just texted and asked for some free ones.”

They both laughed, before Este realised that she was serious. “Are you joking? That would be humiliating,”

The redhead raised her hands in defence. “Hey, I was just saying.” She responded, before following through with purchasing the tickets. Este’s eyes diverted to a notification popping up at the bottom of her laptop screen.

matty

Sun, 13 Jan at 10:11 AM

Thanks E!

Very sweet of you x

She liked that Matty called her E despite her never mentioning the nickname to him before.

-

23 January, 2019

“Yeah, just a few deliveries today. Be prepared to sign for some parcels around half past three,” warned Sam, ready to take off, his work day coming to a close.

Este shot him a thumbs up with her right hand. Unboxing items and processing them into their inventory system was a fun task and made time go by pretty fast, so she was looking forward to it.

Her boss finally made his way out, after saying goodbye, leaving Este to some peace as the store emptied. But, not long after Sam left, she heard the door pushed open by a girl. Young, maybe eighteen or nineteen. She headed straight for Este.

“Afternoon,” started Este. “Looking for anything in particular?”

The girl nodded. “Yeah, actually. I’m in town for The 1975 show tomorrow and I read an article a while back saying that this is Matty Healy’s favourite spot in Manchester—I was just wondering if you’ve met him, or know what books he’s into. I sort of wanted to pick up something I know he’s read.”

Este was surprised at the mention of his name, and quite frankly, shocked that a fan would go out of their way to buy something just because he had read it; let alone admitting it to a stranger in a book shop. Matty never mentioned that he named Greenhouse as his ‘favourite spot’ in Manchester, so Este didn’t know whether to be flattered or confused.

She also considered lying about knowing him, a sudden feeling of dread creeping up her chest. How much information was too much? “How exciting! I’m going to the show as well,” Este decided to share. “And we have met. But I’m not sure if we have any stock of the couple of books I’m aware that he’s read.”

Telling the girl to follow her to the Philosophy section, she looked under S. Luckily, Este found exactly what she was aiming to suggest, but part of her was slightly annoyed that she may sell their only copy of On Beauty and Being Just before getting to read it herself.

“He’s very into non-fiction, from what I can tell. I remember him mentioning this one, so I think he’s read it.”

Este stopped herself from being too descriptive, as from the small talk she had with the girl progressed, she could sense a lack of interest in the actual content of the novel. It seemed like she was buying it more as a souvenir to remember her trip out for the show with, which was fair to Este. A sale was a sale.

“Thank you for helping me out. I might try and get him to sign it if I manage to catch the tour bus after the show,” The girl said, handing her a note and a couple of coins after Este told her the total.

“Of course,” As she opened the register to put the cash in, a couple of buzzes came from her phone that laid on the counter beside the till. Este saw Matty’s name flash on her screen. Of course he’s texting me now, when my phone is directly in a fan’s view. She thought, immediately pushing on the power button to make it disappear and hoping the girl didn’t catch sight of it.

No change was needed to be given, so as soon as Este shut the register, the girl picked up the thin essay and turned to walk out the door, politely sending another ‘thank you’ back. “Good luck, I hope you get the autograph!” said Este enthusiastically.

Coincidentally, before the door could even shut, the postman caught it and slipped inside. He carried a fairly large box, and a clipboard in hand. They chatted casually before she picked up a pen and scribbled out her signature.

One by one, she removed the books and processed them as usual. A few of them seemed fairly new, catching Este’s attention, so she sat and read the blurbs on the back covers for a couple of minutes. Her ‘to be read’ list was slowly building as more and more novels she pulled out of the box sparked her interest.

Now done with the delivery, she finally decided to open Matty’s text, curious as to what it was about, and worried that his ears were burning. If was sort of spooky that he texted her right as Este was talking about him.

matty

Wed, 23 Jan at 15:09 PM

Apologies for the last minute text but we’re playing at the AO tomorrow & I would love it if u were there :)

No party this time unfortunately since we’re off to Sheffield right after so idk if i’ll be able to see you but I want to know what you think of the new show

Lmk and I can grab some tickets, bring Cate too and her girlfriend if she wants!

Wed, 23 Jan at 15:58 PM

Mate i’m not going to lie to you, me and Cate bought tickets last week… lol

Este wtf

Are you serious

yes

Why would you buy tickets knowing I could just give you some

Idk maybe to just ambiguously support my famous rockstar friend ????

But no don’t worry about it me and Cate will be dancing up in sec 114 with the tickets we bought with our hard earned cash :P

And you didn’t bother texting me? So that I could be prepared and at least wear a good outfit ??

You texted me the day before the concert anyway like ur just late tbh

Should’ve done it sooner

Ugh I know

If you bought tickets to my show tmrw then I should be allowed to buy an invite to your nan’s party

Can that be our deal

Shut up about that already ur being delusional

I’m honestly tired of you not taking this seriously bc I am literally being real Este

Give me the details i’m gonna be there

You realise it’s not like a lowkey thing, there’s going to be probably like 200 people in a big hall

Yea so

201 including me

Just seems like a weird place for Matty Healy of The 1975 to show up

God never call me that again thats heinous

I hope u know I’m not letting down

Este gave in and just accepted the reality that Matty really did want to come to the party. It didn’t make sense to her, now that she didn’t think it was just an in-joke between the two of them where he teased her about knowing her nan; it seemed like he might actually show. She didn’t understand his motive.

You are so annoying

Saturday 9th Feb 6:30pm at Dartmouth House

Dress formal pls. and dont be late

For Lola then duh

Thank you for buying tickets to the show tho really you didn’t have to

I’m glad you’ll be there

Of course x

Wouldn’t miss it

I’ll try and spot you from the stage :)

-

24 January, 2019

They loved playing in Manchester, with plenty of familiar faces in the crowd; so there was a looseness and confidence to their performance. Opening with Give Yourself A Try made Cate and Este’s blood rush with excitement, surrendering their bodies to the persistent beats. Matty jumped around in his blue jumpsuit energetically.

As the band made their way through the setlist and the energy slowed down, with An Encounter twinkling in the background, Matty said a few words to introduce the next song. “We wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t for shit like the reaction to this song we’re about to play. This song is for you guys—we love you so much and this is always going to be your song. I want you to sing it as hard as you can.”

Robbers began playing and the whole arena erupted with awe. The band watched as every lyric of the clearly beloved track was sung back to them with passion. A sea of hands reaching up in the air with a not-so-quiet desperation could be seen across the standing room as Manchester declared their adoration for The 1975. It was indescribably palpable.

While Matty lived that reality every night, and would for the next year—performing live across the world—Este was surprised at how much being in that stadium moved her. Although having been to many concerts before, she didn’t feel like they had the same intense effect that was the spectacle of hearing thousands of people screaming the lyrics to Robbers in unison. She and Cate didn’t have the words memorised, so they silently observed the sweaty bodies beneath them and swayed with their arms wrapped around each other’s sides. Este placed a hand over her heart instinctually, soaking up the radiating emotions.

Track by track, the energy coming up and down and back up again, the night came to a close with Sex. What a show, thought Este. She’d jokingly called him a rockstar before, with little genuineness behind it, but now she felt like it could be true. After a last bow and thanks, the stage emptied and the house lights came on. They didn’t waste any time before making their way out of the AO, the thousands of fans flooding out at the same time. Imagining the traffic they’d catch when trying to leave the arena car park gave Este a headache, but their downtown flat wasn’t far enough for it to be an issue.

Their unspoken elation encouraged Este to thank Cate for convincing them to buy tickets. Sure, Matty ended up inviting them to come anyway, but she didn’t admit that to her. Este could tell—though denying it internally—that Cate was onto her developing crush on the frontman in blue, especially after that Saturday morning with Matty in the kitchen.

She bombarded Este with questions after he took off, begging for juicy details even though there weren’t any. Describing their bubble tea and pizza date(?) and its surprisingly tender moments left Cate giddy. Este would never hear the end of it if she revealed the fact that Matty reached out to invite them.

His mind wandered a couple times during the show, remembering the number 114 to try and catch Este in the crowd. He didn’t have any luck, considering the massive size of the AO and sporadic stage lighting coming from the huge screens behind him.

That night was their second-to-last show before they began travelling non stop, so he was disappointed that the bus would be taking off pretty much immediately after it ended. Matty wished they could stay for a night out before driving over to Sheffield, but something logistical about their stopping schedule prevented that from being possible. Instead, he sat in the common area on the bus and smoked alongside George as they drove off. A joint was gripped between Matty’s fingertips, with George sat beside him, and a window cracked above them.

Typing away on his phone, he began thanking all of the people he knew were there for coming out to see them. The usual, generic messages were sent to most, and responses came in quickly. Matty hadn’t gotten to Este yet, but saw a message come in from her first. Ditching the rest of replies he received, he opened hers right away.

Este

Thur, 24 Jan at 23:47 PM

You lads put on a showwwwww x

Worth the 45 quid???

No actually bc why was I Couldn’t Be More In Love not on the setlist

Actually quite mad about it

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He rolled his eyes reading her critique and decided against sending words back. Posing with his middle finger up and a frown on his face to swear at her, Matty sent a selfie back in lieu of a message.

Este laughed at the nature of the attachment as it popped up in her notifications. It was funny, but she also found herself thinking of how fit he looked. He had clearly just showered with a couple of wet curls lying against his forehead. Or was it sweat? She couldn’t tell.

His phone was held up high, allowing it to capture his leg bent up by his chest. The bottom of his t-shirt crumpled up and exposed a tiny gap of tattooed skin above the waistband of his trousers. Instinctively, she took a screenshot.

After their brief conversation about everything Este loved about the show and what Matty loved about performing it, she scrolled through the photos she took during the set and found the few good ones to post on Instagram. Cate had used the back camera on her phone, turned on themselves and with the flash on, to take a blurry photo of her and Este dancing with smiles on their faces and messy hair. It embodied the spirit of the night well, so she chose it as her cover.

Following it were a few shots of the stage, and with his permission, she ended the post with the screenshot of her and Matty’s conversation that included her comment about I Couldn’t Be More In Love and his moody selfie. Este tagged him and the rest of the band in it (who had followed her and Cate after meeting them in Kingston), pressing the ‘Post’ button, her caption reading:

este.manansala: do NOT go to a @the1975 show. all they’ll do is play a really fantastic set but then not play your favourite song and the frontman will swear at you via selfie when u complain about it

She was apprehensive to be so bold about knowing Matty, but she didn’t think her couple of hundred followers on the social media site would care too much. It made her feel better that he encouraged her to post it, claiming that the photo was ‘sexy’ (Matty’s words, not hers), so she went for it despite her fears. Este figured it wouldn’t reach very many people.

But, followed with a stream of notifications, she saw that he reposted it to his story, the last slide specifically. Matty typed “Can’t please em all” in the bottom right corner with a couple of sarcastically sad emojis next to it. He followed it by commenting “Must be mistaken, I would never flip off a woman” beneath her post, too. Random follows and likes started to pour in slowly.

I guess it was right to feel apprehensive, thought Este.

-

3 February, 2019

matty

Sun, 3 Feb at 18:29 PM

Hey are you free rn????

Or working :(

No work today! Just at home

You in town ?

No i’m at home too

But can I call you ? I’m just trying to pick out an outfit for Saturday and I need ur opinion lol

Ooooo sure

ring me x

Este was in the middle of making dinner for herself, so she propped her phone up on a loaf of bread sitting on the counter to prepare for his call. To her surprise, a FaceTime came through; so she checked her appearance in the front camera before pressing the green button to answer it.

He had his phone propped up just like her, but was in his bedroom. At least, that’s what it looked like to Este. A smile lit up Matty’s face as the connection functioned and the call started. “Heyyyy! You alright?”

She returned the grin, watching Matty crouch in front of his camera to be eye-level with it. “I’m well, thanks! You’re up to no good, I’m assuming?”

“Yes, I’m going through a wardrobe crisis. In need of some help.” He admitted. “Feel like I’m watching Masterchef or something, with this view of your kitchen.”

Este had turned her phone towards the stove so that she could stir the sizzling food in her pan while still in view on his screen—before he pointed it out. “A girl has got to make dinner, okay? I’m multitasking here,”

Matty stayed crouching near the camera as they caught up quickly, and then eventually, he explained his dilemma to her. “Alright, so my first issue—how formal are we talking? Like I have a suit jacket and tie that might be good but is that too much?”

Holding up a few blazer and tie options up to the camera, Este could see the growing pile of clothes on his bed. It really did seem like a crisis. Fuck. He’s actually coming.

“Might blend in with the servers if you show up in a tie and suit jacket, to be quite honest.” she said.

“That’s what I thought,” he muttered to himself. Going back through the pile, they continued weeding out his options. “Okay, so these are a no. No, definitely no, too blue, no, no. This is ugly,” listed Matty as he held them up and observed Este’s reactions as she threw out her rapid-fire opinions.

“What colour are you thinking?” wondered Este, turning off her stove and plating up her dinner. She carried her dish over to the table, taking her phone with her, and standing it up using a vase that usually sat as a centrepiece.

He shrugged off the white button up he’d been wearing underneath all of the jackets he had been trying on, revealing his bare upper body. Este broke the focus she had on the meal in front of her to gaze at him—but he began giving her a response—so she snapped out of it quickly.

“Depends. What will you be wearing?” Matty started, bringing his attention back to her and coming closer in frame. “I want to make sure that we’d look good together, you know?”

Este blushed at his comment. He wanted to match. Hiding her emotions, she tried to explain her outfit for Saturday. “Well, the colour for a 50th anniversary is gold. So my dress is all black, with like, gold chain-ish style straps. Kind of? That was a rubbish way to describe it to be honest, but black and gold, basically.”

“Should I do black and gold as well, then?” Pacing around his space some more, as he watched Este shovel more of her dinner into her mouth, Matty collected another couple of garments to show her. “I have this black shirt that sort of sparkles gold in the light. Could be a look, maybe.”

He slipped it on, only buttoning the bottom few buttons and leaving the top ones undone. The tattoo in the centre of his chest peaked between the gap of cloth. Not bothering to tuck it into his trousers properly, the outfit barely felt proper; but Este understood his vision. And it looked good on him.

“That top looks great.” she said bluntly, scared of gushing too hard about his appearance.

Matty thanked her, a pair of trousers lighting up in his mind to pair with it. He bent down to grab them off his bedroom floor, shifting the camera so he could get them on without being rude. “I think the top may be a bit see-through, though. Is that too risqué for this type of thing?”

When he was finished getting the bottoms on and tucking the shirt into it, he set up his phone to allow him to back away and fully be in frame. A full body shot. Before backing up, Matty flicked on the lamp behind his phone, helping light up the outfit and letting Este have a look.

The shirt sat loosely on his pale skin, especially near the few buttons he had left open. With the improved lighting, Este could see all of the ink on his torso, but not very clearly, and saw the thin stripes of gold speckles illuminate when caught in the light correctly. It was still tasteful, in her opinion; going well with the high-waisted, straight trousers hanging from his hips. “I’m into the all black. Looks chic, not too risqué.”

“But can you see my nipples through the shirt? I’m nervous that you can and that I’ll have to meet your family while actively knowing that my nipples are visible. Which sounds like a nightmare,”

They laughed together as Matty came close to the camera and shifted his upper body back and forth to analyse the sheerness of his top at all angles. “Babe, I think you’re fine.” Este giggled. “It looks really good on you, honestly. You should wear it. You look fit.”

He continued posing playfully for her before they worked out shoe options. Settling on a boring pair of black dress shoes (after Este vetoed a pair of flashy snake-skin boots), she ended up convincing Matty to add a gold chain to the ensemble, claiming that accessorising was necessary. He agreed.

After spouting some more nonsense back and forth, Matty eventually asked to see her dress. Este hid behind wanting it to stay a surprise, but was really just too nervous to show him. She assured him that the gold shining from his top and hanging around his neck would complement the straps on her dress and hardware on her heels; satisfying Matty enough for him to drop his original request.

It neared eight in the evening. “Alright. Thank you for your help, it is much appreciated. If I didn’t call you I probably would’ve shown up in a full on tuxedo to try and make a good first impression.”

“Well, I’m glad you did, then.” replied Este. “I still can’t believe you’re actually coming. Wanker.”

They bickered for a few more minutes before saying a final farewell. “Ok, I’ll let you go now. Text me please.” instructed Matty.

“Will do. Goodnight, Matty.”

Este hung up and cleaned up her mess from dinner. As her dishes clanged in the sink, Cate emerged from her room. “Was that Matty? On FaceTime?” she asked.

“Yeah, sorry if I was being loud. Was just helping him pick out an outfit for Saturday.” Este explained.

Cate exhaled and gave an understanding nod. “Is it any good?”

A smile crept up onto her face. “Yeah, actually. Really good.”

Discussing the details of what Este helped Matty put together, Cate was impressed by what her flatmate described. They were both excited to see what might emerge from the party—with him mixed into a sea of normal and slightly obnoxious Filipinos.

The two of them tidied up their common space before saying a quick ‘goodnight’ to one another and breaking off into their rooms to wind down on their own. When Este opened up her phone to do her usual scrolling before bed, she saw a text that she had missed from Matty.

matty

Sun, 3 Feb at 20:11 PM

Lmk if u need a place to stay this weekend x

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