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I posted 181 times in 2022
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I tagged 30 of my posts in 2022
#harry styles - 10 posts
#hazza - 9 posts
#haz - 8 posts
#harry - 7 posts
#one direction - 7 posts
#louis tomlinson - 6 posts
#hs - 5 posts
#louis - 5 posts
#little mix - 3 posts
#birthday - 3 posts
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#music for a sushi restaurant
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#5
Imagine you got backstage passes for a 1D concert and you take this photo. Hazza notices you. He points at you. Management happens to see you. Being the beautiful person you are they make you a model (How? Idk). Then Bam you're famous. Then you meet Hazza again. You thank him. You become good friends. Later he confesses his undying love for you. You start dating. Then a few years later he proposes. Then later you get married and live happily ever after.
Now go back to the first word.
14 notes - Posted January 3, 2022
#4
WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS
Sooooo there's a new disney movie called Encanto. It's gotten super famous! Maybe you know the song 'We don't talk about Bruno' from the movie.
So anywyas, the other day I was watching it and *gasp* there's this character called Camilo Madrigal. He can speak spanish, has curly hair, sorta dark skin and is kinda scrawny...sounds familiar?
HE JUST LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE LEO VALDEZ FROM PERCY JACKSON SDJNJSHGOIJS!
That's Camilo:
And that's Leo:
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18 notes - Posted February 4, 2022
#3
Me before watching Encanto: Meh sounds cool
Me after watching Encanto: HOLY- THIS COULD BE A NEW FANDOM
39 notes - Posted February 1, 2022
#2
Books || H.S.
"Harry! Let's see what they've got!" (Y/N) pointed at a bookshop and dragged Harry along with her. Upon entering the bookshop Harry was hit with an eccentric sort of atmosphere. The place looked dusty from outside but inside, it was extremely different. It was also bigger than what he had expected. It almost looked like Ollivander's wand shop (Harry only knew about the wand shop because he heard (Y/N) talking about it).
(Y/N) approached the book keeper. It appeared she was reading a book probably from the shop itself. "Excuse me?" (Y/N) asked causing the lady to look up.
"Yes?"
"Do you have The Whisper of Fog?" The book keeper nodded and pointed at a nearby shelf. (Y/N) thanked the lady and went to look for the book with Harry right behind her. He smiled at the book keeper but she was back to reading her book.
Harry saw (Y/N) looking at a book which was atleast two shelves above her. When he got closer he could see her eyes skimming though the books on the shelf. When she found the book she was looking for, Whisper of Fog, she got on her tippy toes and tried to reach the book but no avail.
Harry chuckled to himself but decided to help her out. "Need a hand?"
"Yes please, I can't reach it." Harry got close to her. He easily grabbed the book she wanted and handed it to her. "Thanks. Are you going to get a book for yourself?"
Harry shook his head and spoke, "Nah, I'd rather spend time with you."
"Aw Haz, that's sweet, but I'm still buying this book for myself." (Y/N) could swear she saw Harry roll his eyes in response.
Time skip to bedtime
(Y/N) and Harry were cuddling in bed. (Y/N) was the little spoon and Harry was the big spoon. (Y/N) had gotten her book in bed and was reading it. Harry had his head resting close to her neck. He kissed the back of her neck. Just as she turned the page Harry spoke. "Wait, I was still reading that..."
"Were you?"
"Mhmm, " Harry muttered sleepily, "Why does the main character go back to the forest?"
"Keep reading, love. It's on the same page.
46 notes - Posted January 2, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Okay so imagine this: two possible lovers are forced to publically not be together. One of them played a movie character years ago in a school play. Then years after that incident their "possible" s/o dresses up as that character for Halloween in front of the eNTiRE wORLd. THEY ARE GIVING HINTS, RIGHT?! YES HARRY AND LOUIS I'M LOOKING AT YOU TWO
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#encanto thoughts - 14 posts
#pepa madrigal - 13 posts
#felix encanto - 9 posts
#encanto au - 5 posts
#camilo madrigal - 5 posts
#encanto headcanons - 5 posts
#encanto smut - 5 posts
#i want to write about felix and pepa - 3 posts
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#as a chunky brit with big tatas i am in no way built for this kind of heat
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#5
Hi everyone! This is the second Encanto smut fic I have done and the first in my circus, travelling show au! The idea is the Madrigal family have a travelling circus and each member of the family uses their gifts in an act or as a way to help the family. They are a bit more corrupt than in the film, but it's done with the best of intentions. At the end of the day, they need to survive and have money in order to do so and if it means Camilo pickpocketing or Luisa always winning at arm wrestling for ten pesos a go, then so be it.
This is based off the song "Rhythm of the Tambourine" from the Hunchback of Notre Dame musical and whenever I hear it, I just think Pepa. Guess it helps that's the musical my theatre group is doing this year.
Also, I am acknowledging that it is a repeat of what I published a week ago, but Tumblr posted it as a quote rather than a post and the notes weren't doing so hot. And if the Spanish is completely botched, I do apologise as well, that is Google translate, though I did get help from @foreveranevilregal who is a dear Internet friend of mine.
Hope you enjoy!
Charlotte :) x
"People are staring."
People were staring. They were staring and cheering and clapping and whooping and yelling. And Félix fucking loved it. He loved that others got to see how his vida, his sól, his...everything, move and sway to the music that the band was playing. Pepa laughed, carefree and glowing as she pulled up the silk hem of her dress to reveal a flash of a pale, freckled and oh so beautiful leg, much to the crowd's delight. She had them eating out of the palm of her hand and she knew it. Félix whistled and clapped louder than anyone else and threw over her tambourine that she would use in her performances. Whenever the tambourine came into play was when things got really intense and interesting. Both Pepa and Félix knew the routine by heart now as did the rest of the family. Pepa would start playing her tambourine, slapping it on her hip to the beat and revelling in the applause and adoration that she received. It was whilst the crowd was distracted, that Camilo would start his pickpocketing, transforming into a multitude of people so as not to arouse too much suspicion. Antonio helped his brother by turning on the cute and asking ladies that he and his baby capybara were lost and looking for his mother. The ladies would coo and aw and start helping by looking through the crowds, by which point Dolores always interrupted, charging through asking if anyone had seen her child and his baby capybara. "Mamá!" Antonio cried, hugging his sister close. "Tonio, there you are!" Dolores shook her head and looked at the women apologetically. "Lo siento, he always goes missing. Even though," she'd say, turning him upside down. "I tell him not to. Maybe you'd like to be sold to the circus hombrecito? Huh?" Antonio burst into fits of giggles, much to the delight and relief of the women who had helped. "Now, what do you say to the nice ladies?" Antonio smoothed his shirt as he was placed on the floor, looking away shyly. "Gracias señoras," he whispered, his eyes dark and round. The eldest of the women handed over a ten peso note to Antonio and patted him on the head. "Get yourself something nice, ¿entiendes, joven?" "Si! Gracias!" Satisfied all was well, she nodded and shuffled away to join her friends. Antonio immediately put it in his pocket and held onto Dolores' hand as they weaved through the crowds. "Why do I have to be bait? Can't I do something else?" Dolores rolled her eyes a little, holding onto his hand more firmly. "Tonito, we've been through this already, recordar? Mamá told you, you're the bait cos you're small and cute. Camilo was the same when he was your age, as was I." Antonio slumped his shoulders, looking away. "It's no fun though! Chispi junior is getting tired of it." The young capybara who was following the duo pretended to drop dead for effect twitching its back paw. Antonio bent down and whispered to it. "Get up, we're not doing dead pet today," he hissed, watching as it rolled back over with a squeak.
On the main stage, Pepa was starting to tire but she never let it show, she didn't allow herself to. The spectators wanted a performance and a performance they got. She signalled to the band to slow the music down to something more seductive, more sensual. Pepa rolled her shoulder to the crowd and let a slip of bare skin show through. Félix felt himself flush and his pants become taut; she always caused this to happen to him and if she allowed it, he would be having his way with her later on. Showering her with praise; for a good show, for getting him so fucking hard, for sucking his cock like a good girl, giving paying eyes a performance they wouldn't forget. It wasn't often that they would do this, but on occasion through word of mouth, for a fee and the right words, they would put on a show that only himself and his corazon would usually experience. He was a showman, after all, and whilst sharing his wife was out of the question, he loved knowing that people would be willing to hand over their hard earned cash, knowing that all they had for relief was their hand, whilst he had this gorgeous goddess of a woman to help him.
With a final flourish, Pepa skidded on her knees and began to crawl lowly towards a particularly keen member of the audience, who was enchanted and also intimidated. She wraps her silk scarf around him, pressing herself into his chest as she whispered something in his ear with a wink. He nods and gulps. Félix chuckled as he watched all the blood leave from this poor soul's head. "Thata girl Pepita," he whispered to himself, praising his beloved from afar. "Conseguir mas clientes para papi."
Later that night, there were a handful of men in Pepa and Félix's tent, watching the couple as they got intimate with one another. There were only two rules that both Félix and Pepa agreed on before deciding to give this exhibitionism a go; cash upfront and no touching the goods. Customers could touch themselves and each other even, but if they were to reach out or touch Félix or Pepa, the show immediately stopped and they would be promptly kicked out and banned for life.
The atmosphere was humid and fuggy, which in a way helped as the audience wasn't as noticeable and Pepa could truly concentrate on herself and Félix. "Ay, hay una buena chica. Te gusta que papi te llene, ¿no?" he grunted, digging his fingers into the delicate skin of her thighs, where there was sure to be bruising. Pepa shuddered her breath and nodded. "S-si...me encanta la polla de papi, me llena tan bien...." she squeaked the last part, seeing stars as Félix hit the perfect spot and gave her ass a sharp smack, which intermingled with the slap of his balls against her skin. The younger woman moaned out loud, keening under his touch, bring even more turned on by the fact that they were being watched. Through the fog created by her (that she will never apologise for), she could make out the man from earlier hungrily stroking his length, his gaze totally transfixed on the couple. She shook her head and giggled. "What's the matter? Is someone jealous?" she asked sweetly with a tilt of her head. He was about to speak when she tutted. "Now now, be a good boy and come quietly for me, si? I don't want you to ruin it for these good paying people." He gulped out a yes and nodded. "S-si Señora..."
Félix grinned proudly and bent over to whisper in his wife's ear. "Excellent mi vida," he praised sweetly, making her shudder and a warm rain to start in the room. "Haha, that's my girl!" Félix boomed, clapping. "Wepa, wepa!"
That was what did it for her. Not the fact that she was being watched, lusted after, knowing that she had multiple people under her spell, but Félix giving her praise. Praise that she had long craved for since she was a little girl who was only praised when she was of use to others. Well now she was taking that power back and it felt fucking good. Pepa growled, her nails scratching into the floor as she tensed up with Félix feeling her around his cock. "That's it Pepita, cum for papi. There's a good girl..." he crooned softly to her.
"F - Féli..." she stuttered, rutting against him. "I'm gonna..."
Félix nodded and pulled on her hair. "Lo sé, princesa. Corre en la polla de papá como la zorra que sé que eres."
Pepa's words got stuck in her throat as she hit her high and came hard. The build up she had been experiencing spread throughout her, making her toes and fingers curl and stretch out at the same, a look of pure, concentrated bliss appeared on her face and she breathed deeper as the electricity gave out in favour of warmth, which manifested itself into bright sunshine. Félix smiled as he pulled out as gently as he could, his now soft dick warm and wet with his and Pepa's cum.
They looked knowingly and lovingly at each other, basking in the glow that never failed to occur. "People are watching mi amor," Pepa whispered, putting her hand onto Félix's cheek, her heart still hammering away. Félix merely shrugged and waved confidently to the audience, who had very much enjoyed the show, the sound of flies being done up echoing around the small tent.
"I know."
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#4
One Encanto HC I will fucking die on is when Pepa and Félix are still courting, Pepa is wondering out loud if Félix loves her. It's in thr market square, this big musical number and it's the its in his kiss song by Cher. I am not budging on that. Cue the back up singers consisting of Bruno, Julieta and a few friends being all "is it in his eyes?" and Pepa being like "It's in his kiss..." whilst holding a bunch of flowers and lying back on the flower stall. The stall owner is part annoyed, part concerned. "Are you okay?" *song goes on* "Y-you'd better pay for that!" *Pepa and the others walk off still singing* "I know where you live!"
44 notes - Posted May 3, 2022
#3
Found this on Facebook and y'all...I feel seen. I know I'm autistic anyway, but there's no need to call me out like that
*Dewey Duck voice* - You mean it's been autism this whole time?
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101 notes - Posted April 12, 2022
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"Write the smut you want to read." - wealwaystalkaboutbruno
Hi everyone! So, I was looking on the blog of foreveranevilregal and noticed that she did Pepa and Félix prompts. Rather spicy ones I may add, so being a Pepa and Félix shipper myself, I shot a message, she shot back and we got chatting! I have taken a prompt from her list of prompts (with permission!) and this is the result. Haven't written smut like this for a good...*thinks for a moment* almost seven years? And it was Glee and also Pitch Perfect #fatamyandbumperforever.
So yeah, hope you enjoy and see what you think!
"What happens if I do this?"
Pepa knew the look in his eyes, the daring, wild, loving look that he used for her and her only. Eyes that said "I love you with every fiber of my being." Eyes that would wink cheekily when his face was in between her thighs (arguably a favourite spot of his). Eyes that looked in complete adoration and awe when she gave birth to each of their children. Now, Félix very much had "come to bed" eyes, the pupil and iris mixing into multiple shades of brown, gold and even flecks of green.
He pursed his lips towards their bedroom door and raised his eyebrows in suggestion. Whilst usually, the younger woman wouldn't even need to be told twice, she was admittedly hesitant; the house was empty, but what if someone came back? What if her mamá went looking for her? Then what? Félix seemed to sense this and strolled over to his wife, placing a gentle but strong hand over the small of her back and peppered her neck with kisses and tiny bites. Pepa turned a deep shade of pink and the temperature in the room turned warmer by a few degrees. Not that the people of the encanto would notice; there had been a bout of good weather, a few degrees warmer wouldn't make anyone assume something was happening.
"Mi vida...." he sang softly, now running his fingers up and down her arm, the tips tracing the tiny hairs. She rolled her eyes at this, but was struggling to resist his charms. It was one of the things that made her fall for him in the first place. "I know you want it," Félix whispered in a lower tone. Ooh, now she was listening. "You'd look beautiful mi corazon. Spread out, my face in between your legs..." Pepa was all ears. If there was one thing she could never turn down, it was oral. The way he'd use his lips to create suction against her folds, his tongue becoming sharp and poking at her delicate clit, driving her wild every time...
"Okay..." she found herself saying. Félix practically danced with glee, the excitement in his pants already evident. Whilst not particularly long, much like its owner, it was incredibly thick and more than whetted Pepa's seemingly insatiable hunger when the mood took her.
With a grin, Félix flipped her onto his shoulders and gave her ass a short, sharp spank, the sound masking the moan that came out. "That's it, Pepa. Papi's gonna take good care of you."
Pepa's heart was now racing, with the temperature matching her thoughts. Hot, hot and fucking hot. As he carried her up the stairs, Félix wiped his brow. He noticed they had stopped at the picture of his father in law that adorned the wall and was them. He muttered a quick apology about what he was about to do to Pedro's daughter and dashed up the rest of the stairs two at a time, leaving Pepa to cling on for dear life until she was tossed onto their bed with a soft thump. Félix Madrigal was a man on a mission and if his wife ended up being collateral damage, then so be it. She was just about to change her position when Félix lifted his finger whilst searching for supplies with his back turned. "I wouldn't do that if I were you..." he sang in a slightly menacing, but also joking tone.
It wasn't often that Félix let out this side of him, much preferring to be the spectator and worshipper than be in control and whilst it was something that Pepa didn't complain about (and why should she?), even she had to agree that it would be nice to be the one ordered around for once. To be the one in terrified awe of what was going to happen next, what the next touch would bring. All she could do was nod and return to how she was beforehand. A cry of triumph was heard as Félix found what he was looking for. Pepa looked up and her eyes grew wide, a hot and dense cloud appearing overhead. In his hands were a small bottle of lube, a gold and black silky blindfold and a pair of handcuffs, teasing Pepa as they glistened in the light.
"Félix, I-" Pepa was cut short by Félix shushing her softly and instructing her to lift her head, which she did with great ease. Her world turned dark as he tied a blindfold around her eyes, the silk refreshingly cool against her skin. She jumped and squealed as he lightly nipped her earlobe, immediately cooling it down again with a swipe of his tongue.
"Tan hermosa, mi amor..." Félix whispered, leaning over his wife's body. Pepa shivered with anticipation as Félix traced a finger down her cheek and along her side, making sure to stop next to her thigh. "Hmmm..." she heard him muse and drum up and down on her pale complexion. "Ah!" A decision was made. Her head followed the sound; his finger pretending to be impatient as he bunched up her dress with his left hand. Pepa gave a small gasp. She hadn't realised how warm she actually was until her skin was met with the (only slightly) cooler air. Félix clearly didn't want that and tutted in mock disapproval. "I didn't say you could speak, did I?" he asked, his fingers now interlacing with the delicate material of her panties. Head shake. Félix cocked his head. "I'm sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you." Pepa shot daggers through the dark material. Oh, this was how he was playing, was it? Very well. "No, sir," she muttered, knowing he liked that. Félix felt his pants jump at that; not that he wasn't turned on already, but god damn, something about her calling him 'sir', it just did things to him. "Good girl," he cooed, his fingers now at her core.
If his fingers could talk, they'd be complaining at the heat radiating from the woman of his life, it was crazy how much heat she'd give off! He made eye contact with her, never leaving for a moment as he slipped a digit into the source. He hitched his breath, as did she. She was so warm, so wet and intoxicating, he swore he could get drunk just off her and her alone.
"Félix..." she whispered softly, biting her lip and leaving a darkened trace of where her teeth were. He put a hand up to shush her, the other pumping into a rythmn. In, out, in, out. Oh, she was loosening up nicely; her walls became more slick with arousal and the small whispers of his name had started to become pathetic whimpers parting from her lips. With a menacing grin, he inserted a second finger and curled them both, not once losing rythmn. In out, in out. Pepa's hips buckled into his fingers, having too much fun to notice that the room and the encanto were slowly becoming a sauna.
By this point, even Félix had noticed the heat and had to stop for a second. Pepa let out an indignant whine as his fingers left and didn't curl back in; why was it just when she was getting into a rythmn and enjoying herself that it had to stop? Félix gave a low chuckle and took his shirt off, showing off a solid chest covered with thousands of grey hairs that were shiny with sweat and frizzy from the humidity generated from his wife. She reached out a slender hand and put it on his chest, feeling the dull thumps of his heartbeat, having no doubt that his pants would feel the same. The older man took her hand and kissed it softly, whispering her praises as the taste of skin fell on his eager lips; salt intermingled with an underlying sweetness that reminded him of their favourite wine.
His wife on the other hand, was revelling in the attention that he was bestowing upon her. She loved being showered with praise, sometimes to a fault, but having not heard it unless she was being of service for so long, it wasn't like she could be blamed for having a bit (okay, a lot) of a praise kink.
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It's HC time my dudes! Awww yeeeeah!
So my twin sister showed me a picture where Félix is carrying baby Antonio in a chest sling (picture for reference) and it got me thinking. I know there's a joke in the Encanto fandom where Camilo and Mirabel are twins seeing how they're so close in age with both Félix and Augustín fearing for their lives during their respective wife's pregnancy, so once both babies are born, Félix takes them both out around the town wearing a baby sling. Camilo in the front and Mirabel chilling in the back. The sweet old dears of the town gather around baby Camilo, cooing and awwing, with Camilo naturally soaking up the attention. Félix seizes his opportunity. "Perdóneme señoras, but I know something better than one baby..." He turns around and there is Mirabel, looking around with her wide, dark eyes. "DOS BEBÉS!"
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#disney - 118 posts
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#julieta madrigal - 100 posts
#pepa madrigal - 98 posts
#bruno madrigal - 96 posts
#camilo madrigal - 73 posts
#luisa madrigal - 71 posts
#isabela madrigal - 62 posts
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#and you can always tell when it's them trying to remove the competition in a woke way rather than because they actually care about lesbians
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#5
I don’t remember where I saw this, so credits to whoever pointed it out first. But during the breakfast scene, the day after Antonio’s ceremony, Luisa brings everyone’s juice glasses for them, except Julieta. Julieta brings her own glass to the table because her daughter is carrying too much already and that’s her way of helping ease Luisa’s burden and that’s honestly the sweetest mom thing ever 🥺
154 notes - Posted February 20, 2022
#4
(I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS POST OF MINE THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED A LONG LONG TIME AGO BUT I LEFT THIS IN THE DRAFT CAUSE I WAS A BIT MORE FOCUSED ON MY EDITS BUT I DON’T WANNA DELETE THIS DRAFT SO I’LL JUST LEAVE THIS HERE!!! ALSO I WAS WAITING TO ADD MORE STUFF HAD I FOUND ANY BUT NOW THAT IT’S BEEN A MONTH SINCE THE HD RELEASE PRETTY MUCH EVERYONE KNOWS THE DETAILS AND STUFF SO YEAH I’LL JUST LEAVE THIS HERE 😩)
DAMN!!!! I’m making Encanto edits for my main blog (which are BLOWING UP btw, so thank you guys so so much 🥺❤️) and damn, I may have noticed a thing or two 😌
Also, please do not repost the below edits as yours. They are from my main blog @pxresoxl :)
We’re starting off with, like mother like daughter (Coz HOLY SHEESH this is so adorable I can’t 😫)
Baby Julieta with curly hair till her shoulder wearing a cute bow
You guys see that?
And here’s baby Mirabel
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166 notes - Posted January 27, 2022
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??? I guess???
311 notes - Posted March 21, 2022
#2
Ya’ll aren’t appreciating Señora Guzmán enough. She was just a genuinely kind woman who was extremely proud of her son. And, her son is a genuinely sweet, loving, caring guy with good morals? And it would make a lot of sense that she raised him that way? Idk man, they were (accidentally) humiliated by the Madrigals and they still came with the town folk to help them the Madrigals with their house as an act of gratitude for their years of service. Without any ill wishes. They’re good people. Hype them, ya’ll.
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Has nobody done this yet? I haven’t found one of these so I’m taking the liberty to do this…
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#reblog - 91 posts
#linked universe - 62 posts
#lu - 53 posts
#linkeduniverse - 47 posts
#lu four - 44 posts
#fanart - 39 posts
#rottmnt - 27 posts
#lu hyrule - 16 posts
#art - 15 posts
#four - 15 posts
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#and then decided that i liked the art style ao much on its own that i would rather acroll through everything until i found this piece again
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#5
My friend reminded me that I haven't posted this on Tumblr yet, so 👉👈
I drew a Four like a week ago and then coloured it the other night because Drawing Four Makes Things Better Always and he's just my favourite so why NOT
99 notes - Posted April 30, 2022
#4
Dot might be my favourite Linked Universe Zelda... So I decided to draw her for the first time, and digitally to boot...
THIS TOOK ME 10 HOURS. But man, if I were the only one who liked it in the end I'd still call it worth it ✨
122 notes - Posted May 23, 2022
#3
So I finally gave in and bought Encanto's Three Sisters book. (it wasn't even $10 if anyone was thinking about it)
And OH MY GOSH IT'S SO CUTE!!
I'm not even half done reading it, but there are already so many little things it talks about that aren't obvious (at least to me) from watching the movie.
For example, it clarifies that Antonio is just SO shy and quiet all the time, up until he gets his gift. All three sisters have thoughts regarding this that sum up to the idea that receiving your gift in the Madrigal family just helps you to be *more* yourself, and believe it helped Antonio open up.
Mirabel, much more often, and in thought, feels remorseful about not having a gift. Isabela views recieving your gift as a sort of qualifier for being a Madrigal, like you can't truly be an integrated member of the family until you have yours, but even then counts Mirabel as an exception.
And, man, I can't even TELL you... Poor Luisa!!! She's so busy and stressed and anxious all the time!!! During Antonio's day, she's sent to set up fireworks around back, but she has to clear the area of brush and leaves first, and then some of the foliage needs trimming, and she's spending the entire afternoon between chores and taking people's wagons and donkeys to the side of the house for the event, and she has to bring in seating and set up furniture and decorations, and Abuela TOLD her to put the piano in the courtyard, and THEN told her to take it upstairs, and she is literally just busy, busy, busy until her Mother calls her for the start of Antonio's ceremony, feeling out of the blue because Luisa didn't realize how much time had passed through all that. Two or three times she thought maybe someone wanted a hug and then actually it was another chore or a prank or something and she's just so disappointed.
Not to mention the following day; reroute the river, fix the leaning house, move the church to the left, actually back to the right, now find the donkeys... Of course we know those already, but then one of the donkeys literally pees on her shoe, and apparently someone wanted the plaza repaved and Alma VOLUNTEERS Luisa without the poor girl even being there for it.... Just give this girl a break and a hug! It's all she wants!
(She literally has the best hugs, this isn't even a theory, she mentions it like twice just to this point 😭)
Also, can I just mention the fact that Isabela made a daisy chain necklace for Mirabel on her 5th birthday? And a little flower crown for Luisa on hers, too, because she was stressed out?
Furthermore, Isa isn't portrayed quite so stuck-up as she appears in the first half of the movie. I'd like to think that this is just a matter of perspective and none of what we see her as is really how she is, because she's just so nervous and stressed... Like, she loves her sisters! But she genuinely feels so nervous about how her Abuela sees her, and to no particular fault she just thinks that the things Mirabel goes on about, like cracks in Casita's walls, are made up, and she even envies how much more useful a gift like super strength is compared to her own, or how much less would be expected of her if she simply didn't have a gift.
Really, she does love her family! She wanted to comfort Mirabel when Abuela went to see the nonexistent cracks in the courtyard, but was scared that it would be misinterpreted and she would be judged harshly for it. Yes she cares very much about her image, even turning down a messier treat made by Julieta in order to keep her dress clean, but she does this because she was the first grandchild and knows that Abuela expects her to be the perfect forefront image of the family, something that is stressed all the time.
This isn't even the half of it, and I've not even *read* the half of it! I'm telling you, there are so many new details that the book adds to what we know of the characters and I love how much more depth it provides with a simple change in perspective. I could just go on and on, really.
123 notes - Posted January 20, 2022
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Last of The Six Old LU Pencil Arts! One more Four (favourite? No I don't pick favourites pfft), this time in battle stance. This one was actually based on a panel from the Comic, so I had a reference to go on. I wanted to practice poses and study Four's structure a bit. So, Ta-Da!
134 notes - Posted May 21, 2022
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Minish Four!!! Just because I can 😃
I HAD TO
Little paws and little feather tail and big ol' ears 🥺😭
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Nataniel Lago
Okay... so something happened while I was coloring this. That bottom right sketch of the two of them - I cut it off at a weird angle and when I colored it it looked like Nat was missing the bottom part of his right arm and... I went with it. I have never made a character that is an amputee. Anyone who knows me knows I love doing research and writing new things - especially when I feel like I’ve fallen into a rut. So here we are!
Meet Nataniel, a 17 hunter that lives in a forgotten part of the Encanto. So far away from Casita Madrigal that it’s literally a mile away and partly over grown. He is the leader of a group of orphans that range in age. He and Camilo meet by chance while they are rebuilding Casita. Camilo is instantly curious as to why he has never seen Nataniel before and proceeds to... well, stalk him until Nataniel notices him and Mirabel not being stealthy.
Because I just decided to make him an amputee I have not come up with how he lost his arm but since he’s a hunter I’m gonna go ahead and say it was a hunting accident. One that has not detered him from hunting. He still takes care of all the kids in his part of town and he often refuses help. So he’s a bit bullheaded and determined to prove that he can do things on his own.
Camilo knows how capable he is but he also makes it his mission to spoil Nat with kisses and cheek squishes... aren’t they cute? I just love them already:
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Morning Glories
I had to start the year off right. Had to get a sexy man out before the end of the month. I was torn on who to draw until I realized I was wearing one of my favorite shirts. A shirt I have had for over 20 years because that's how long I have loved Future Trunks. Purple is my favorite color. It explains why certain characters resonate with me - like Trunks here. I saw a post on twitter that said he got his father's looks and his mother's color. Don't tell anyone but I used to think Vegeta was handsome but then when Trunks came along I was like DAYUM - blood runs hot in that family.
Future Trunks was that first tragic/sexy character that lit up my teenage brain and honestly he's got it goin' on. What's funny is that I'm not nearly as in love with present day Trunks. And the version of him from DBSuper is just... meh. Go fig. It's definitely the purple hair. If this gets enough likes I'll turn him into a print
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33 notes - Posted January 17, 2022
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Treasure Planet: Platinum
Treasure Planet turns 20 this year. 20! I can hardly believe this movie came out 20 years ago. I still love it. I still love Jim even tho I'm no longer a broody teen like him. I remember going to see it in theaters - this movie resonated with a small fandom back when it came out. Those who loved it REALLY loved it. It wasn't until years later when they started showing it on Toon Disney that the fandom got way bigger. And who wouldn't love Jim - he's voiced by Joseph Gordon-Levitt who is honestly the perfect pick for the character. I love how they combined two totally different styles to make him emo + surfer. The ending of his movie had endless potential but Disney never did anything else with it. Their loss - I'll take him if they don't want him.
Since it's been twenty years Jim would be about 35 years old here. I imagine even tho he went to the academy and became a professional spacer he still builds his own surfers and in his downtime you can find him stuntin' in the ethereum - trailing comets. I was gonna give him facial hair but it refused to look right. Still iffy on his tattoos. If I think of something better I'll update it. Likewise when I make the speedpaint video.
Catch some of the light coming off my man 💫
34 notes - Posted June 28, 2022
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Just something I did to brush off the rust. I haven’t really drawn anything in a month - with Dark Schneider being a rare exception - I need to practice a little before my drawings look any good after so long. So I decided to draw all the canon characters I’m currently writing fanfics about. It’s a lot lot LOT of slash going on here.
Most of these faces should look familiar - I decided to put them in order of age. I had a bit of a debate with myself over where Owen fit in. Technically the persona of ‘Owen Burnett’ has only existed for about ten years (as of 1995) but Puck is much older. His folklore dates back to about 1600′s so he’s only about 3,000 years old. Certainly not older than VHD. Canonically D is something like 10,000 years old (depending on who you ask)
I love that canonically Daken is older than Jackie Chan. The real Jackie Chan was born in 1954 where as Daken was born sometime during World War II making him older than Jackie Chan LOL Cartoon Jackie was supposed to be in his 30′s which in 2002 the real Jackie was.
The bottom row is just a bunch of jailbait cuties. Terry McGinnis is the oldest teenager clocking in at seventeen at the start of his series, though honestly he was one huge 17 year old. X-men Evolution Kurt Wagner I think starts out the series at 16. And then there’s the baby of the group: Camilo Madrigal who is 15 y/o in his movie. I age him up in most of my art of him and my oc Nat so I feel slightly less like an old creep but what ever.
I might draw the OC counterparts I created for them but for now... just this
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Two more lonely people Part 6
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Summary: “should we fight this?” “Si.” “I don’t know if I can” “neither do I”
Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader
Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 24 and Bruno is 50) swearing, any others let me know please.
Word count: 3598
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The chirp of crickets and your mother’s snoring echoes in your ears as you lie in your plush bed, staring at the ceiling since sleep refuses to take you. The curtains wave slowly like an oceans tide as the wind flows into your room, cooling your skin and the soft blankets around you.
Your mind keeps replaying it over and over, stirring the feeling in your gut without remorse, making you wet for a man not even here. He wants you too. He was in you, holding you up as you rode him in the clear flowing water, his eyes hazy with lust and moans filling the air. You doubt it’s love but you’re fine with that. You resigned yourself to never having that a long time ago. As long as you can have his body, you don’t need his heart.
You were worried about him as you walked with him back to casita. His mind was a mess the whole walk and once you were close enough the construction area he ran off, saying he needed some time. A couple of your neighbours that were working on casita nearby had watched him race off into his tent and looked at you quizzically. You just shrugged at them and walked away, it’s none of their business.
You didn’t see him for the rest of the day, even though you sought him out with your eyes among the others working on the build. He clearly found a spot nowhere near you. You understand why. He was freaking out, doing every little superstition he could to try ward away misfortune. You had to watch as he freaked out about every little bad thing that could happen as a result of what happened.
You just couldn’t bring yourself to worry. You love that family like they’re your own, each one a member of your pack that you would die for, even Alma. You especially care about Dolores and Isabela, and you care what they’d think about it. But don’t you have the right to have what you want if it’s in your reach? Is it really so wrong?
Leaves rustle outside your window as the curtains billow into the room again, revealing the waning moon hiding in the clouds to your wide eyes. You thought the sound outside to be just the wind, until the movement of the curtain stops and the noise of the bushes below your window continues.
You hop out of your bed and pad silently to the window, your head tilted at the sound as you pull on a thin robe. Nobody commits crime in Encanto, they know better, especially after the fucker who killed his wife a few years ago. You were told to escort him to the mountains and make sure he climbed and left Encanto forever. Well… for a brick he flew pretty good.
You doubt it’s a criminal outside your window, probably just a curious kinkajou or… Bruno falling on his ass… you huff out a laugh at the sight of him, staring up at you with wide eyes cause you scared him as you pulled open the light fabric curtain.
“For someone who spent ten years in living in walls you’re not very stealthy.” You whisper, hiding your smirk with one hand as you offer the other out the window, helping him up and in.
“Well, uh heh there’s no bushes inside walls.” He says quietly as he stumbles through the window into your room, nearly falling onto his face.
“mmmm well you’re not wrong” you plant your hand on your hip, watching him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, though you’re sure he can’t see much in the dark. You can see him clearly though. The warmth on his cheeks, his flustered fidgeting, the silver strands in his hair catching the moon light, you can see it all. “To what do I owe this midnight visit?”
“Well, heh funny thing… I was in my cot trying to sleep but I couldn’t stop thinking about um earlier, at the river, with you. I keep going back and forth about all the reasons I know this is wrong and all the things you said, telling me that it shouldn’t matter…” as Bruno rambles you smile at him, taking his hand to guide him to your bed so he can sit. You listen to every word as you play with his curly locks of hair, watching as he finds far too many words for his thoughts. “I really don’t know what side is winning but I can’t stop thinking about it and then I think about what it actually is. Is it lust, my loneliness from being in the walls for so long or is it something more? Then it just repeats, and I don’t know what to do. So, I thought a walk might help clear my mind, but then I just ended up here…”
“Trying to put a label on it this soon huh?” you joke, regretting it immediately as you watch new insecurities flow in behind his eyes. Shit “look, Bruno.” You start. “What do you want this to be?”
“I don’t know” he mumbles. He looks so lost as he stares into your eyes through the darkness of the room.
“Then don’t try to name it yet.” You tell him, tucking a lock of his hair away from his face. You aren’t sure if you want to tell him that it can’t be more. You’re a monster, it can’t be more. This could never lead to marriage or children. No one would approve because of the ages difference, let alone no one would ever want what you have in their blood line anyway. It’s like a disease and one wrong move could spread it. like a teething child biting someone at the wrong time. Probably should have thought of that before letting him paint your insides with his seed.
“Okay” he breathes. You listen to his heart race, echoing into your ears, and watch as his hands fidget together. You can sense every little change in his body as he gets excited by your proximity. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and the tiny shifts he makes to ease the sensation in his pants. Fuck you want him so badly.
“Can I kiss you again?” you ask as his warmth beside you stirs your body to life.
“Yes! I mean yes” he says a bit too loud, toning his voice down to mask his excitement.
“you’re adorable” you huff with a massive smile, leaning into him, and pressing your lips to his. Your right hand sits high up his thigh, your thumb rubbing small circles at the inseam of his pants. He moans delightfully into your mouth as you deepen the kiss, but you pull back, shushing him by pressing your finger to his chapped lips. You’re sure your smile is practically predatory as you push him back onto the bed, swinging your leg over his to straddle him, pinning him to the plush surface with his hands above his head. “Are you able to be quiet for me?” you hum in his ear as you grind your heat against his hardening length, teasing him with the tiniest bit of friction.
He nods fervently, his mouth falling open with a silent moan as he moves his hips up to meet yours.
“good” you kiss him roughly, the hairs on his chin scratching yours, leaving little red marks in their wake. You release your grip on his hands and trail the soft pads of your fingers down his sleeve covered arms. You can tell he’s trying hard to not make a sound as he watches you slide down his body in the darkness, the moon light barely illuminating the room.
You lift his ruana and shirt away, exposing his tummy and the waist band of his pants. A thin layer of soft dark hairs trails down from his chest and disappears into his pants, tiny silver hairs present even there. Pressing your lips to his hip bones, you work on removing his pants, tugging at his belt.
Once you got him free you dive in, teasing and licking and sucking, leaving him a desperate mess for half an hour. Taking him to the brink then pulling back just a little, testing the waters. His hard cock delicious in your mouth as you lave your tongue along the length. He fucking loved every second of it, silently begging for more when you pinned his hips to the bed.
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Two more lonely people Part 5
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Summary: “should we fight this?” “Si.” “I don’t know if I can” “neither do I”
Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader
Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 24 and Bruno is 50) Hope yall are ready for those lemons. PinV. Wrap it up! Some self-hate. Any others let me know please.
Word count: 5030
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You feel refreshed and lively as you wake in the grass near casa Madrigal, not far from Bruno’s tent. You couldn’t exactly have exactly gone home still in wolf form. You couldn’t risk being spotted, not when the gift from casita excuse won’t hold while the others don’t have theirs.
You stretch your arms above your head, arching your back so only your head and butt are touching the ground, moaning in pleasure at the stretch. The early morning birds fly above as you stare at the blue sky as the sun starts to rise. Good thing no one from town has come up to casita for another day of building yet. God knows what they would have said if they caught you napping in the grass, especially if you were still in wolf form.
It felt amazing to run again after two weeks of barely leaving your bed. The feeling of wind in your fur and dirt under your paws again was amazing. And the fact that shifting seemed to fix what was broken is a bonus, you can actually help rebuild now. You had to fight yourself though, when the urge came to just howl into the jungle.
“Not sure lying in the grass is the best idea.” Bruno’s voice rings out, drawing your attention back to the ground, making you sit up to look at him, a big smile on your lips. “Fire ants aren’t pleasant.”
“I got a face full of them a couple years ago, so I’ll have to agree with you.” You laugh, taking his offered hand to stand.
“Oh heh… how’d you manage that?”
“let’s just say running recklessly through a jungle isn’t the smartest thing.” You tell him brushing a few leaves from your hair and skirts.
“are you… feeling better?” he asks, his little chuckle at your words making you smile.
“yeah. It almost feels like nothing was broken in the first place.” You explain. “should have shifted two weeks ago.” You yawn as you rub the sleep from your eyes.
“W-why are you here so early?” he asks, squinting as he realises no one else working yet. To be honest, you’re surprised he’s even awake, most won’t wake for another hour. The only reason you are is because your body had shifted back into human form. Dios you’re glad you keep your clothes unlike in some werewolf stories, otherwise this encounter would have been awkward.
“didn’t leave.” You shrug, wandering off toward the construction, spotting the rat that seems obsessed with you, cleaning itself on some rubble. It’s not the first time you’ve slept under the stars.
“Wait you slept here?”
“couldn’t risk being spotted by anyone in town. They think it’s a part of the gift after all.” You roll your eyes, lifting the rat to put on your shoulder and turning to the man. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t fond of the rat that keeps climbing onto your head. “It was either here, or somewhere among the trees.”
“oh” he replies as he fiddles with his fingers.
You stand together in silence for a moment. Would it be weird if you asked him if wants to get breakfast together? What way would he take it? what way would you mean it?
“I was gonna go and get something for breakfast…” you start “would you… maybe like to join me?”
“Uh mmm. I think it’d be better if I just get started for the day.” He tells you, pointing to the structure with his thumbs as he starts to back away. “Y-you know, there’s still a lot of work to be done and it isn’t going to do itself.” He laughs nervously.
“ok” you try to ignore the disappointment as he rambles on about why he can’t. “Maybe I’ll bring something back.” You nod, your smile disappearing once he turns the corner.
You’re really starting to hate this pull you have toward him, especially when you think he might feel it too just to literally run away.
You breathe out a sigh, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to push away the feeling welling inside. Your mind keeps telling you that you’re being too much. That he doesn’t actually want the attention you’ve been giving. You get it though, you’ve been told many times that you show affection like a dog, jumping on and cuddling your friends like you hadn’t seen them in years. Doll and Isa have been perfectly happy with adopting it, but others have simply told you to calm down.
The rat on your squeaks in your ear, watching you curiously as it sniffs at the air. “Looks like it’s just you and me huh?” you say to the rat as you start your trek home.
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Bruno POV
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I’d rather be yours
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Summary: captured and kept as an elite’s plaything for months after the fall of Master chief and the UNSC Infinity, you’re finally saved.
Pairing: Master chief x fem reader
Warnings: swears, implications of imprisonment, implications of perverted alien. Please say if there’s others!!!
Word count: 1751
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You’re trying so hard not to look miserable, you refuse to give these fuckers the pleasure.
You watched as Master chief was thrown into the icy depths of space and declared dead to all. An elite had grabbed you from your lab aboard the Infinity and taken you away on his ship, declaring you, his pet. You wonder if Chief would have saved you if he was still alive. You definitely wouldn’t have been a pet for six months if he was, you are sure of that.
You wish he was still alive. He was powerful, a hero to humanity and you’d developed a massive crush on him over time and fuck, watching him die hurt.
The elite as he goes about his business, ensuring everything in his hidden stronghold is up to par as you sit on the plush surface he’d placed for you, watching his move closely. You don’t remember his name, though you don’t really care to. you’re pretty sure it’s written on the damn collar around your neck so he can settle with that. He’s never gonna hear you say it.
The bastard is definitely a pervert though, going by the barely there outfit he decided to keep you in, reminiscent of an outfit from an old earth movie. You hate being what’s basically a whore for his eyes only, but what else could you do?
He rarely leaves you alone, too concerned that you’ll try something to escape. At least you think that’s why. He refuses to speak any English even though you know he knows it. You’ve told him many times that you are a scientist and not a soldier, but he doesn’t care, instead treating you like a big cat in captivity, nice to look at but best not to let it out of your sight or it’ll tear you apart.
After the first two months of being stuck in the stronghold, kept on a tight lease, you stopped fighting. You’d fought every day and fuck you were tired by that point. You’d bitten him, shouted at him until your throat was sore and all you gained from it was an electric shock. You had to try something else. Gain his trust until you could free yourself. No one else was gonna save you.
Alarms start blaring through the speakers and the alien looks up, glaring at the screens to spot the cause. Last time you’d heard the alarms, some soldiers were trying to take the outpost and were brutally slain.
“Lock down the strong hold! We cannot let them gain this location!” he shouts over the comms before rising to his feet, grabbing your arm and dragging you to your cage. Shouting things in his own language you could only dream of understanding. “stay” he growls at you.
“Like I have a choice.” You say as the lock clicks shut.
You try desperately to get a glimpse of what he’d spotted on the screen. Hoping someone has finally come to save you. You’d honestly started thinking there were no more humans left on the ring. Too many reports of captured troops and bases making your heart sink. You really thought that everyone was dead and that you were the last.
You huff and sit down on your cot, unable to see anything on the screens from your cage, resigning yourself to waiting. You’d try asking who has come to kick their asses, but you know your ‘owner’ would never answer. No one has full conversations with their pet after all.
You lie down on the uncomfortable surface, staring at the ceiling as you listen to the explosions outside the facility and the screams of distress from grunts over the radio. They’re getting what they deserve, each one of those bastard aliens out there. You just hope whoever it is will find their way in here and give that bastard elite what’s coming to him.
Each minute of gunfire drones on painfully slow but eventually it all goes silent. The screams, the explosions, the gunfire, even the sound of machinery seems to die out. The silence is almost painful, making your ears ring as you wait in hope.
Please save me. Please save me. Please save me!
A massive explosion rocks the building and the door to the room flies through the air past you with a grinding screech, as sparks shoot out from the force. The elite jumps from his chair, shouting what you’re sure is foul language as he raises his gun toward the smoke.
“Show yourself demon” he demands, stepping toward the smoke, ready to fire. You glance between the smoke and the alien with a furrowed brow, your hands now gripping the bars of your cage as you watch with bated breath.
You’ve only ever heard Chief referred to as demon. As far as you’ve heard he’s the only one they did. Is it too much to hope he survived the destruction of the infinity?
A noise echoes through the hallway as a sliver cord zips through the air, latching onto the alien’s chest. Before your eyes the armor you were so hoping to see appears from the smoke, his fist smashing into the elite’s jaws. They stagger together and the sound of plasma rounds fills the air, leaving burn marks upon the walls and narrowly missing your cage. the last six months will be for nothing if this encounter kills you first!
You don’t say a word as they fight, not wanting to distract your savior and be the cause of his death. The elite gets the upper hand though, as his four fingered fist collides with Chief’s green helmet, knocking him to the ground. Instead of taking advantage of his downed state, the alien races to your cage, ripping open the door and pulling you into his arms. Bastard must have realized there’s no way to kill the Master Chief. After all you just realized that too.
He holds you to his chest with one arm as he aims a plasma pistol to your head with the other. He drags you toward the exit, keeping you between him and the spartan as the man pulls himself to his feet.
You see the moment Chief finally realizes you’re there, his whole body freezing as his eyes lock on you, held tight in the grasp of your ‘owner’.
“you’re going to let us go demon.” The alien holding you demands, pressing the pistol to your head hard, making you hiss. “don’t move, or she’s dead.” He growls. You ribs hurt at the force the alien holds you and you try desperately to find a way to get free, clear the path for Chief to annihilate the fucker.
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Two more lonely people Part 4
NSFW 18+
Summary: “should we fight this?” “Si.” “I don’t know if I can” “neither do I”
Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader
Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 24 and Bruno is 50) tiny bit of smut but nothing graphic. Any others let me know please.
Word count: 3252
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Breathy moans and whispered praise, the way he begs shooting butterflies throughout your stomach. His curly salt and pepper hair spread out through the grass like a halo. The feeling of his hands gripping your hips tight as you slowly ride him, the feeling of him filling you, driving you wild. Ecstasy at its finest.
Evening air cools your skin and the tall waving grass tickles your legs, sending shivers up your spine and covering your skin in goose bumps. The feeling of him beneath you, moving inside you, keeps you warm to the core. You whisper dirty words in his ear and he moans your name in return, desperate to touch every part of you. So close. So very close.
A knocking startles you awake making you hiss in pain at the jolting movement. The sun shines bright through the blinds, a lot higher than when you usually wake up. It’s been a week since everything happened and most of the town is at the Madrigal’s casita, rebuilding what was destroyed, making the markets a lot quieter than usual, just light murmurs when normally there’s shouting and bartering all around.
“You better not be moving! I’ll get it!” your mother calls out to you, making you pause in your movements with a huff. The first few times that someone knocked on the door you had tried to get up and answer it, much to the annoyance of your mother. You’re not used to sitting for so long, usually helping in one way or another. And most of the visitors were for you anyway so you don’t see why you couldn’t just answer the door. Dolores, Isabela, Mirabel and Camilo, all visiting you multiple times with flowers or treats, anything they felt might help you heal and be back by their sides. Dolores even had your favourites made and Camilo tagged along to pretend he had helped. “Bruno! I heard you’d returned… what are you doing here?” you hear your mother say in a curious tone, your face flushing red at the mention of his name.
“I umm… I hadn’t had a chance to visit…” he says. “She uh saved my life and I w-wanted to thank her. Oh! I brought flowers!” you smile as you picture his face, holding the flowers out like they’re the most amazing things and that’s the reason your mother should let him in.
That man has been plaguing your dreams for the past week, a mixture of the moment you’d saved him and your minds own fantasies. Making you weak and desperate only to wake with moisture between your legs, unsatisfied. You’ve been wishing he would visit, secretly wanting to know he’s ok, though you’re not sure what to do now that he has. Especially since you just woke up from one of those dreams.
“[Y/N], sweetie, are you awake?” your mother asks knocking on your door.
“Yeah mama” you call out, coughing and swearing from the strain, wrapping your arm around your torso. You look up as your door creaks open, revealing your mother and Bruno with a bouquet in his hands, his eyes wide and shy. “Hey!” you smile wide at the sight of him and try to sit up, growling when they both race to stop you, concern plastered on their faces as you wince in pain.
“You don’t need to sit up on my account” Bruno tells you with a shy smile, staring down at the flowers he brought as he takes a step back.
“I’ll be out here” your mother announces, leaving you and Bruno alone in your room.
“Are those for me?” you tilt your head, looking at the bouquet in his hands.
“Oh! Ye-yes! I didn’t know what type you liked so I asked Isabela and she said that you prefer ones with not much pollen and that she’d have made some up if she had her gift, but she doesn’t so she couldn’t. so, I went to one of the artists in town and they made these ones out of silk and scented them with an oil, and I hope you like them!” he rambles, gesturing wildly as his thoughts run wild. You try not to smile to widely at the flustered man, but as he continues to hold the flowers instead of giving them to you, you can’t help the curve of your lips. He’s adorable.
“Can I have them?” you huff with a smirk.
“Oh yes! sorry” he flushes, handing them to you and backing up to a respectable distance again.
“they’re beautiful. Thank you.” You tell him, sniffing the oils upon the cloth petals, all your favourite scents soaked into the stunning arrangement. “You can sit if you’d like.” You offer, tapping the space beside you on the bed. He fiddles with ruana as he glances between the space you offered and the direction your mother had gone. “Come on” you tap again, watching as his resolve to keep the distance crumbles.
Trying not to jostle you, he sits gently beside you, knocking on the wood of your bed frame beside his leg and holding his breath for a moment. he’s trying to be such a gentle man, keeping a respectable distance from you, sitting by your knee instead of by your hip where you wanted him to.
“I’m happy to see you didn’t go back into hiding.” You tell him, nudging him with your knee and immediately regretting it as your ribs shift. Fuck it sucks that they all lost their gifts, just when you could use Julieta’s.
“Can’t hide in the walls when there’s no walls.” He shrugs, watching your face with concern as you breathe away the pain. “I’m so sorry. If I hadn’t of landed on you, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” he sighs, planting his face shamefully in his hands, pulling on his own hair in stress.
“Hey!” you sit up, ignoring his panicked look as you take his hands in your own. “Those chunks of building would have fallen that way no matter what. If I wasn’t there, then a lot worse could have happened to you, ok? I’m a lot more ok with being injured over you being dead.” You admit. You’d be devastated if any of them had been lost in the ruins of their home. “Besides, I quite like all the attention I’ve been getting.” Your smirk switching to a grimace as you scoot back to lean against the headboard. Breathe in and out, the pain will fade, just have to breathe. “All my favourite food and a tonne of gifts brought straight to my door; I’m living the life right now.” You joke as you rub your thumb over the back of his hand, trying to lighten his mood, though the guilt doesn’t leave his face.
“Still… I cannot help but feel it is my fault. I am bad luck after all.” He admits, looking down at his hands in yours.
“Come here I want to tell you something.” You say, curling your finger to make him come closer. “Little more.” He moves even closer, his green eyes wide and unsure but also curious. Gently you place your finger under his chin like you had in his hidden room, pressing a little with your thumb holding him in place. “don’t you ever think that. You are not bad luck no matter how much you’ve been told so.” You demand, firm on your views, smiling at the blush that spread across his cheeks. Making a decision that you hope you won’t regret, you lean in, pressing your lips to his cheek, far closer to his lips that you probably should have.
His face flushes red as you release him and he backs up, stuttering gibberish and knocking on the wood of the bed once more. You can’t help but feel dejected as he unceremoniously says bye before practically running out of the house.
Is what you’ve been feeling really wrong? Are you just really that far off of your understanding? You’re not exactly inexperienced when it comes to men. A few one-night stands that you didn’t let get any further than that. But perhaps you were right… his reaction was just from being alone for so long. He doesn’t want you too, it was just in your dreams.
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Two more lonely people Part 3
Lemon 18+
Summary: “should we fight this?” “Si.” “I don’t know if I can” “neither do I”
Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader
Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 24 and Bruno is 50) thinking nsfw later on, idk yet but imma tag it as such. Any others let me know please. Because of the recent ios bs I will be using the old citrus system.
Word count: 4219
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Herbs and spices waft through the air around the casita as you approach, the strong scents making you sneeze a few times as you adjust. Every damn time! Dolores tries to hide her amusement at your predicament, covering her mouth as she stifles a laugh.
“Laugh it up Doll.” You say as you rub at your nose furiously. “You’ve had to hear half the babies being made in this town. We both have downsides to our ‘abilities’”
“Yeah, yeah.” she rolls her eyes. “Try not to get caught. I’ll see if anyone needs help.” Your friend tells you as she wanders off toward the kitchen.
Breathing deeply, you make your way up to the painting that you’re sure hides the way to Bruno. You make sure no one will see you as you enter the wall, listening and looking out for any sign of movement in your direction. You’re not willing to be the reason he’s revealed to his family before he’s ready.
Gently you pull at the side of the painting, surprised at how it swings open so easily. The hole behind it is dark and barely looks big enough to even allow a person in but you can see a floor in the narrow space so you squeeze in. Dust floats through the air and spider webs hang above you as your eyes adjust to the dim light of the narrow corridor inside the wall.
You take your first steps hesitantly, noticing the bare boards and cracks in the walls and floor, threatening to break at any time. A musky smell floats through the air as you make your way through the path in the wall, the scent overpowering the smell of food that floats through the cracks from just the other side of the boards. Pipes and wires run through the space and loose nails stick out at precarious angles, more than one trying to tear at your skirt or impale your hand. It almost seems like a maze as you make your way through, curving in different directions.
The house looks normal and stable in any one of the rooms, so why does this space look so damaged? Doesn’t the magic maintain it? Shouldn’t it be perfect inside and out? Does this have something to do with the cracks that Mirabel said nearly tore the house down after Antonio’s gift ceremony? You feel uneasy as you run your fingers along a crack, your brow furrowed at the attempts to fix it, each part filled with spackle. Should you tell someone?
You stagger to a halt at the edge of a massive pit, so dark it seems almost bottomless and filled with an eery mist. God knows what would have happened if you hadn’t been paying attention to each and every step you took. You sniff at the air, checking if you should go down or try to make your way across the pit, the scent of the man you’re seeking floating across the gap, locked into the wooden beams from years of him passing through, telling you exactly how he crosses each time.
You breathe deep as you back up, hoping that you don’t lose anything in the basket when you make the jump across the gap. With three big leaps you cross the pit, stumbling as you land but steadying yourself, so you don’t fall and lose everything.
Eventually you come across a makeshift door, ropes holding the board in place so it can swing open and shut. Tiny squeaks sound out on the other side of the board, silencing when you knock upon the old wood. You can hear shuffling in the room, but you can tell he’s not approaching the door. Probably hiding instead or thinking that if he’s quiet whoever has found the door will think the room empty.
“Bruno” you call out as you push the door open a little. “it’s me.”
You cast your eyes across the room as the door swings open. Many eyes are locked on you, including a pair of green ones, their owner holding onto the armchair as he hides behind it.
“hi” you smile as you slowly step fully into the room, holding the basket in front of your legs. “Quite the place you’ve made for yourself here”
“Hmm yeah, it’s uh a fixer upper” Bruno says, pretending that he wasn’t hiding by leaning nonchalantly over the back of the chair. “Which you should probably…” he gestures to the door, his hand falling as one of the rats climbs onto your head again. Probably realised it’s not gonna be that easy. You smile.
“I brought you something” you tell him before he tries to kick you out, holding the basket up for him. “it’s not much, some food, a few shirts, a nice blanket I saw in the markets, and a glass bottle of water.”
“Why?” he asks with furrowed brows as he slowly approaches, glancing at the weaved basket in your hands. He flinches as he takes the basket from you, his fingers brushing against yours.
“Why not?” you counter.
You watch him as he hesitantly carries the basket to his chair, placing it down and glancing back at you as he looks through it. You’re surprised that he didn’t try to reject your gifts, telling you it isn’t necessary and that you should just leave. Going by how people have spoken about him over the years he probably doesn’t want to add rude to the list.
As you look around Bruno’s space you notice something on the table by the wall. Just a little spot of colour on the plain wooden surface and as you approach it to get a better look your heart breaks. A little design like the plates the Madrigals use, with his name on is drawn crudely onto the table in chalk. Your fingers hover over it, not touching as you admire it. Your heart hurts at the sight of it and shatters when you notice the crack in the wall looking over the dining table of casita. He just wants to be with his family. He must feel so incredibly alone.
You hear his heart race a little and you turn to see him staring at you, one of the shirts you got him clasped in his hands. His eyes look so tired and sad, large dark circles making them look sunken. He probably hasn’t seen the sun in ages and god knows if he’s getting enough food. Is it wrong to want to just hug him right now?
“I uh hope you like the stuff… I brought some food, and that bag of oats and dried berries is for your rats, though I notice you have a lot more than the four from last night.” You ramble, lifting the rat from your head, sighing as it holds onto your hair, pulling as you remove it. “I should probably get going… someone probably noticed me arrive and they might start questioning where I’ve gone.” You smile, handing him the rat and moving toward the door.
As you open the door to leave, he takes your hand in his, a small smile on his lips. “Umm thanks… for… thanks” he says shyly, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand without thinking. You glance down at his hand holding yours with a tilt of your head and parted lips. Your heart races at the feeling and you don’t want to pull away from him. “Oh! S-so-sorry!” he gasps, pulling his hand from yours when he realises that he was holding onto you too long. Rubbing his hand on the back of his head as he looks away from you, casting his eyes to the ground.
Gently though, you place your finger under his chin, making him look up at you as you smile at him. “It’s ok. I’ll see about coming back in a couple days with some more hmmm? If you don’t mind the company?” you see his eyes darken and notice as his whole body seems to react to the touch, is lips parting as his heart race. You hadn’t thought that he would react like that, and the realisation goes straight to the space between your legs, though you’re not sure why. “I should get going” you tell him, dropping your hand from his chin. Part of you wants to keep it there, to feel the scratch of the stubble on his chin.
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#read: yeeting a wolf through a window when throwing a brick will do and one is much easier to find around london
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So I’m working on a fancy!stuck design project and some of the best references for armor that is ornate is fire emblem. The one I’m working on rn is Dirk’s Godtier outfit and I think he’d be entertained by the fact that the jumbled ref I made is all anime lookin dudes lol
Btw it’s nowhere near done
This whole thing was mainly for “lol dirk would probably find it funny that my ref for his drawing is anime guys!”
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JONATHAN HAS FINALLY WRITTEN US MY FRIENDS !!
Looks like he finally figured out that he’s in a gothic horror novel and not a gothic mystery one lol (yes that was an OSP reference).
Drac: “Ah friend Jonathan ! Tell me how to keep secrets from lawyers and if you don’t sleep in your room some bad will occur” 🤫😏
Jonny-boy: “I’m already your prisoner, I hate you and the house that you live in, me and my gf know codes to spill the real tea, and I only feel relatively safe in my bed w/ a crucifix above it. ( thank you random old lady who I thought was superstitious and delusional!) and oh fucxk it’s worse the count can climb down the castle wall like a lizard!?!! I’m so screwed.”😑😱
Overall an enjoyable update from our boi , and plenty of the Good Spook Vibes tm
15 notes - Posted May 12, 2022
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Dracula Daily today: FUCK OH FUCK OH NO THIS IS BAAAAD OH NO POOR LUCY AND MINA JUST GOT BACK AAAAAHHHHHHH,!!!!!!!!!!
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I love that everyone also thinks that it’s super funny and extra of Dracula to steal a wolf just to chuck it through Lucy’s window
When I first read the book about 4 years ago, I told everyone I knew about it because I thought that it was hilarious
54 notes - Posted September 18, 2022
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Happy late homestuck day!!
It took me all day to make this so enjoy!
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