#tessell talks

[tessell]

#clerifa #claerti #final fantasy vii #cloud strife #aerith gainsborough #tifa lockhart #tessell talks

[sgomen]

society if K had actually been in zero time dilemma

#zero escape #zero time dilemma #kyle klim #constantly constantly thinking abt this #akane why did u say that Where was he #tessell talks

[faxine]

I think I JUST realized that I am really bothered by posts wishing that horrible bigots would die. Even when I hate those bigots too, of course. But those types of posts set me off because I feel like I am contributing to someone being killed or their death in general. Does anyone else (with OCD) understand this? Because I think people take that as being complicit or accepting of the bigots' actions in some way. For the most part, I don't blame people for their posts, I think people are justified in their anger and hatred towards people who are violently bigoted. I just hope people can be understanding of people who cannot participate in that type of thing.

#actually ocd #plus i think #some people will see Everyone as a an unredeemable bigot who deserves to die #and i i guess i very much disagree with where the line should be drawn... #tessell talks

[skyfe]

no i havent even started playing rebirth yet LMAO

#rbing gifs of it going crazyy #im acfually going througb remake again bcs Memory bad i wanted to reaquaint with this version of the world #tessell talks

[annashoney]

I'm a fuzzy worm!!

#tessell talks #skye made this!! no notes!

[elderwisp]

◁ || ▷ now playing

Atlas: [ internally ] They say that blood is thicker than water. But the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. So who’s your staunch companion? I’ll go first. Some would say it’s an old friend of mine.

#mom the girls are fighting again! #tessellate #no but in all serious i've really wanted to show how these two deal with conflict #we have one person that's completely self destructive while the other deals with it by swallowing it and working to the bone #speaking of self destructive this is like the first official introduction into atlas's struggle with addiction #i'm nervous as hell talking about this but it's also something incredibly personal too #tw drugs #the sims 4 #sims 4 edit #sims 4 story

[mrsmothmom]

does anybody know an artist who does neat interlocking patterns? i think the ones i'm thinking of are called "escher tessellations" like this:

thinking of a cool project and looking for someone to commission...

#art #artist #commission #escher #escher tessellations #patterns #mothmom talks

[bakingmoomins]

having to call my brother who lives in another continent to practice my stupid presentation bc no one else wants to hear it

#at this point. mutuals hmu if you want to hear me talk about spiral tessellations for 90 minutes #it's retribution with him btw he practiced every seminar he did on quantum field theory and idk physics on me even though i #understood nothing so now he will listen to me

[elfgremlin]

idc what u say. ellie goulding's album halcyon days fucks

#txt #its actually what originally inspired me to write halcyon my mass effect fic lol #bc i imagine ainsley ryder to talk like ellie goulding #anyways i rediscovered all of her songs the other day and experienced euphoria #figure 8. my blood. dont say a word. hanging on. #tessellate. goodness gracious. #AAUGH

[goinggoats]

Surely buying a sketchbook will get me to actually practice drawing,

#i haven't bought a new one but the only one i have has my deadname on it bc i got it in middle school #for an art class that i had to leave after a few weeks bc i moved back to the usa. #did u know i have only ever had one complete art class and it was in middle school. i switched schools too much. #i vaguely remember that we talked abt art history and made hideous ceramics. #...i remember oil paints and tesselations so maybe i had a full quarter of art class somewhere else too #PASTELS thats what i was thinking of. not oil paint

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Fic Titles: Song Edition

Part III

More than distance between us - California King Bed, Rihanna

A waking nightmare that is only worse when I am sleeping - Kill The Messenger, Jack's Mannequin

Company under cover, filling space in your sheets - Candles, Daughter

Everything looks better when the sun goes down - Make me wanna die, The Pretty Reckless

Lay your head on me one last time - So cold, Breaking Benjamin

So just pour a drink (let's talk it over) - Robots will cry, Cobra Starship

Am I the one you think about - Pink Rabbits, The National

Until you hold my hand - Swing Life Away, Rise Against

All colors and cares glaze to gray - Taro, alt-J

I fall in love just a little ol' little bit - Someone new, Hozier

Sometimes goodbye is a second chance - Second chance, Shinedown

Have we got our lines crossed? - Don't waste my time, Victor Lundberg

A souvenir for the morning - The Consequence, You Me At Six

I hate loving you as much as I do - Where is her head, The National

Destined for this and the crown - Solo, Jennie

Soft skin and soft lips - girls, girl in red

Every time we lie awake - I hate everything about you, Three Days Grace

But we're still sleeping like we're lovers - Still, Daughter

Can't give you my soul - Somebody Else, The 1975

I can feel you dreaming of me - Wester, AFI

There's a fine line between love and hate - The Diary of Jane, Breaking Benjamin

Could you love me at my worst? - @ my worst, blackbear

Because we're one of a kind - God's Menu, Stray Kids

Triangles are my favorite shape - Tessellate, alt-J

Desperate minds mean desperate measures - Playing the blame game, You Me At Six

Someone I am made for - Forever yours, Sunrise Avenue

Put your sweet lips on my lips - Like real people do, Hozier

And I'll lie and you'll believe - Just tonight, The Pretty Reckless

Call me your favorite, call me the worst - Call me, Shinedown

Then tell me to leave (and baby I'll go) - July, Noah Cyrus

More titles!

#song titles #fic titles #writing prompts #writeblr #writing community #writers on tumblr #fanfiction

[tessell]

did dio come up with his circus ring leader backstory himself like beforehand was he laying on the ground kicking his feet brainstorming in his journal about his story and designing his stupid little outfit

#zero escape #virtue's last reward #tessell talks

[sgomen]

-sees shirtless cloud in rebirth- um excuse me where are his top surgery scars

#wait where are any of his scars #final fantasy vii rebirth #cloud strife #tessell talks

[faxine]

miss my therapisf. miss her a lot. there wasnt any closure either

#tessell talks

[skyfe]

idk Why but I'm waiting to watch a lets play of ffvii rebirth i guess bcs. i know it could take over my life again

#also im a cloud kinnie and i LOVE ZACK and idk im SCARED #like zack is ALIVE SOMEHOW but idk whats gonna happen to him and im afraid #of something new-bad happening to him i cant take it #tessell talks

[percervall]

till morning comes, let's tessellate

Pairing: Mark Webber x fem!reader Words: 1219 Warnings: flirting, dirty talk, bratty behaviour, cockwarming

In which you're willing to play with fire

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It’s far too hot, is the only way you can describe the weather. Having grown up in Europe, it always messes with your brain a little whenever you and your husband spend the better part of January in his home country of Australia, where it’s very much summer instead of winter. Mark doesn’t mind; he will happily work out in the garden while you prefer to remain in the shade of the plum trees as you read a book in the hammock Mark had hung for you. Which is what you had been doing until watching your husband doing manual labour proved too much of a distraction. You can’t help but clench your thighs together as he walks back towards the house, wiping his brow with the shirt he had taken off already. There is no way you can continue reading now, not when Mark lifts one of the logs of a fallen tree up onto his shoulder to carry it into the shade. The threadbare fabric of the oversized t-shirt you found in the back of his closet rubs over your nipples and you can’t help but bite back the whimper that’s threatening to come out at the feeling. Fuck, you are so turned on already and all he’s done is carry wood. Mark looks up at you, giving you a knowing smirk.

“What’s a girl gotta do to get her husband to give her attention?” you pout, e-reader now forgotten in your lap. 

“You always have my attention, sweetheart,” Mark responds, dropping another log next to the ones already there. 

“Besides, you were reading,” he adds, an eyebrow raised. He has you there; the world could go up in flames without you even realising whenever you’re engrossed in a book. Whatever witty retort you might have come up with dies on your lips as he swings the axe and chops the fire wood for the pizza oven you had surprised him with for your anniversary. Your breath catches in your lungs and your clit throbs as you watch the muscles in his back move under his bronzed skin. 

“I’m sure Fernando would’ve,” you say instead once you’ve found your tongue. Mark just hums, amused at your sudden brattiness. 

“I wouldn’t bet on that, but sure darling,” he says, raising the axe again. Mark’s got a point, even if it pains you to admit that.

“Jenson definitely would,” you counter instead. At this point you might as well fully commit to riling him up.

“Sweetheart, you work with him and know just as well as I do, he would not give you the attention you need,” Mark replies. Damn this man, you think as you grow hot all over at the implication of his words. Jenson is just as much a tease as you can be, and while this makes for great TV as you wind each other up, you need a man who-.. Well, frankly you need a man who can put you in your place, sometimes literally. Just the memory of Mark throwing you onto the bed as if you weigh nothing has you clenching your thighs to alleviate the ache you feel. 

“That’s what I thought,” he muses as he watches you. You huff, folding your arms over your chest which causes the shirt to bunch up a little higher up your thighs. Mark’s eyes catch the way it shows off your legs, lust quickly replacing the bemusement in his eyes. Oh, you’ve got this man right where you want him. Trying not to show just how smug you’re feeling, you place your e-reader on the little side table as you sit up on your knees –which, given the fact that you’re in a hammock, is easier said than done.

“Maybe I should give Sebby a call. If all you’re gonna do is talk, I might as well have a little fun,” you taunt, shrugging a shoulder as you give him your most innocent look. You know you’re playing a dangerous game, bringing up his last teammate. Mark and Sebastian were competitive to a fault, and while you never even considered giving in to Sebastian’s advances on you, you know the fact they vied for your attention always brings out this possessive streak in your husband.

Mark drops the axe and saunters over to you.

“Is that so, sweetheart? What exactly do you think Seb can give you? Hm? Bees?” 

“Among other things,” you quip, anticipation swirling low in your belly as he towers over you. One hand comes to rest on your chin, lifting your face up so he can look you in the eyes. His thumb drags on your bottom lip, making your eyes flutter closed, and for a brief moment you think he will make you suck on it. Your eyes snap open as soon as you hear his chuckle.

“You always talk such a big game, but as soon as there’s even a possibility of me giving what you want, you fold so quickly. What happened to using your words, darling?” 

“‘S more fun this way,” you mumble, and you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. 

“Getting punished for being a brat is your idea of fun?” Mark asks, eyebrow raised. You shrug once more. 

“You know how much I love it when you spank me,” you say as plainly as you can while you need to fight the urge to squeeze your thighs shut. One of Mark’s hands drags up your thigh and under the t-shirt. Biting your lip, you look at him waiting for the moment he will realise this t-shirt is the only thing you’re wearing. 

“You are incorrigible.” “Mm, that’s a big word for you, baby.” 

“It’s not the only thing that’s big, sweetheart,” Mark says with a grin that has your heart beat stuttering. His hands move to your ass and you have just enough awareness to wrap your arms around his neck before he lifts you up. In hindsight, it’s quite impressive how he manages to get in the hammock with you. 

“Wha- what are you doing?” you ask as he moves you into his lap, both your knees bracketing his hips.

“Oh sweetheart, wasn’t this your plan all along? So desperate for my cock that she forgot all her manners,” he coos, pulling his shorts down just far enough to free himself. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whisper as he drags it along your slit, rubbing over your clit with each pass. 

“Mm, thought so,” Mark muses, lifting you up slightly so he can align himself with your entrance. He slowly sinks you down onto him, and you can’t help but pant at the stretch when he bottoms out. 

“Mmhmm, that’s right sweetheart. You just wanted to be full, didn’t you?” 

“Uhu..” you whisper, unable to come up with any sort of comeback or sassy remark. Placing your hands on his pecs, you try to roll your hips to get some friction, but Mark halts your movements. 

“Mark,” you whine, “please, need you..” 

“Oh but you have me, sweetheart. Only good girls get fucked. Naughty girls will just have to make do with cockwarming.” 

“So mean,” you pout, earning you a kiss.

“Make you a deal, read your book like the good little girl I know you can be, and maybe I’ll let you come.” 

written as part of @footballffbarbiex's kink bingo challenge

Well. There you have it. My descend into madness has lead me down a semi-smutty path. Y'all have @norrisleclercf1 to blame for the existence of this fic

Please let me know what you think! Your comments, tags, and likes mean the world to me 💜

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