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justa-moth · 6 months

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THE FUCKING FNAF MOVIE !!!!!

ALRIGHT SO HUGE MASSIVE FNAF MOVIE SPOILERS, I JUST WANNA RANT ABT THE MOVIE BECAUSE I LITERALLY JUST GOT HOME FROM WATCHING IT, ALR YOUVE BEEN WARNED, ENJOY <3

general funny theatre moments:

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD /POS

alright so first thing i wanna say is that there were several moments where the theatre LOST THEIR SHIT

the first moment was when matpat. basically you here his voice before you see him, and the SECOND his face was showed everyone was just yelling "OH MY GOD HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD" and then he said the "its just a theory" line is everyone lost it again JHKFSD

and then the second moment was when they played the FUCKING LIVING TOMBSTONE FNAF SONG. LIKE THE SONG

THE WHOLE THEATRE LITERALLY CHEERED AND CLAPPED AND FUCKING LOST IT THAT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD

LITERALLY I HEARD AND FUCKING INTRO FREDDY LAUGH AND ME AND MY BROTHER WENT APESHIT

also during the scene where the babysitter gets bit

when she was investigating freddys teeth

my brother joking leaned over and was like "was that the bite of 87 :OOOOOO"

AND THEN HER ASS GOT CHOMPED

AND WE BOTH JUST STARTED LAUGHING OUR ASSES OFF CAUSE HE WAS LIKE "OH SHIT I WAS JOKING JKFHSDJKH"

Positives !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OKAY MY LIKE MY FAVORITE THING EVER

WAS THE FACT THAT THEY LEANED INTO THE CHILDISH GHOST ASPECT

like this is the first time in canon material we really see them delving more into the fact that they really are just lost and scared Dead Children

like the fact that they showed how they truly were just robo children, like building a huge blanket fort, tickling abby, the fact that they brought up how the ghosts understand pictures more, like the end scene where mike is like "show them what really happened" and abby draws a little crayon scene of afton killing the kids

like in alot of fanon stuff people love going into that

but this is the first time in canon shit that we see them just. being kids

and i thought that was genuinely so fucking cool

like the blanket fort scene was honestly adorable, if a little out of place

THE FUCKING ANIMATRONICS WERE GORGEOUS

LIKE HOLY FUCKING THEY WERE AMAZING

THEY WERE SO FUCKING SMOOTH

WE GET SO MANY CLOSEUPS ON THEM YET THEY LOOK NOTHING BUT PERFECT

THEIR MOVEMENTS WERE VERY SMOOTH AND FLOWY

AND THEY JUST LOOKED FUCKING MAGNIFICIENT

LITERALLY ANYTIME THEY WERE IN DEPTH ON SCREEN I WAS JUST BOGGLED BY HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY WERE

ALSO EVERYONES ACTING WAS SO GREAT !!!!!!!!!!!!

ik some people were a little on edge with fucking PEETA MELLARK being mike

but MAN did he pop his pussy during this movie omfg

AND THE KIDS WERE ALL AMAZING AS WELL

abby and the freddy ghost kid were WONDERFUL

plus matthew lillard obviously played insane Very Well

I HONESTLY LOVED THE REOCCURING BB TOY BIT FHJKSDJHK

where like it kept showing up in places and then mike would just like turn it around and put it in timeout

AND THEN THE END CREDIT SCENE WHERE IT SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF CORY KENSHINS CHARACTER SDFJKHJHKFLS

THE SCENE WHEN THE ASSHOLES BREAK IN WAS D O P E DUDE

LIKE THE DUDE GETTIN KILLED BY CUPCAKE IN THE FRIDGE

AND THEN THE OTHER DUDE RUNNING AND DYING BY BONNIE IN THE CLOSET

AND ALSO JFHSDKHJKFSD

the part where the main guy watches them on the cams and sees bonnie and chica just chillin by the vent

and then chica just leeaaaannsssssss down and puts cupcake in the vent

and then just both just >:( at the camera

AND THE RED EYES !!!!!!!!!!!

IDK IF THEY JUST. FIXED THEM AFTER THE TRAILER, OR IF SMTH ABT THE TRAILER JUST MADE THEM LOOK WORSE

BUT ACTUALLY IN PRACTICE THEY WERE GREAT

VERY mild negatives

i only really have two Actual gripes with certain choices

the anti-climatic springlock scene, and the choice to make vanessa the afton and not mike

like for the springlock failure scene, in all iterations of it, its always an instant thing

like in that one minigame scene, you hear them creak for a sec, and then they ALL chomp at once and he screams

but in the movie it was just kinda gradual which ig they had to do??

like how all the major death scenes were either off screen or like,,,,, shadows

which ig i understand bc they didnt wanna make it too exclusive by going all the way to r rated

but yeah in like all iterations of the springlock failure scene its always smth wet triggers in, and then bam they all go off, like theres springlocks EVERYWHERE like those fuckers puncture EVERYTHING

i mean we get like some close ups of them cutting into his stomach but like

still wouldve liked a more Instantaneous springlock scene

my only other real gripe with it was the choice to make vanessa the afton and not mike

really the choice to include her at All was odd to me like ever since the cast list came out

like just,,,,,,, chronologically why is she here (but hey when has fnaf ever liked its timelines

ANYWAY

the choice to COMPLETELY change mikes story by giving him the like dead little brother and alive little sister and like

someone actually pointed out a really good point where it was like

why did afton kidnap a kid from some random ass family at a campsite????

like the whole point was that stealing kids from the pizzeria was convenient, so why go all the way out to some forest in nebraska to kill a kid

but back to vanessa, like i understand how in the books there was the vanessa a., so obviously everyone thought that stood for afton, and even when she was in security breach people thought she was an afton

i just think the choice to make Her aftons kid, and make MIKE FUCKIGN SCHMIDT have zero relation to him was just Very Odd

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BUT ANYWAY. STRANGE STORY DECISIONS ASIDE THIS WAS SUCH A GREAT FUCKING MOVIE. THIS WAS MY FIRST EVER THEATRE HORROR EXPERIENCE, AND GODDAMN WAS IT WORTH IT. FNAF HAS BEEN SUCH A GENUINELY HUGE PART OF MY LIFE SINCE PROBABLY WAY YOUNGER THAN IT SHOULDVE BEEN, BUT SO MUCH OF IT HAS BROUGHT ME TO BE WHO I AM TODAY AND JUST. HGRHGHRGHGRHGHGRHGRGHHGRGHRGH

ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK :D

#fnaf movie #fnaf #five nights at freddys #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie review #fnaf movie spoilers #GOD THAT MOVIE WAS JUST #FNAF HAS BEEN SUCHA HUGE FUCKIN PART OF MY LIFE #SO TO SEE IT FUCKING #ON A BIG SCREEN LIKE THIS #WAS ABSOLUTELY MIND BLOWING #COULD NOT BE HAPPIER

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torkhin · 1 year

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PROPAGANDawn Time! (@original-character-championship thank you so much for hosting this!!)

Hi! It’s time for our little mountain cloud to take center stage! (Oh she’s So nervous, but hey, she came looking for a good time, and a good time is what she’s gonna have!)

SO! Dawn Hughes!

- She is a catalyst. She is the lynchpin in the operation of saving the world from the BBEG which she affectionately (/s) dubbed “Shadowfuck” at age 15. She is the composer of Fate’s Design at age 50 when the world is again threatened by Shadowfuck’s possessive home turf. She is responsible for the redemption of villains, the resurrection of an entire society, the banishment of assholes. She is a connector of the mundane and magical. But she refuses to let her accomplishments precede her. All she wants is to be remembered by and for the people she loves.

(^Dawn HTTYD AU. Notes: in canon, Dawn has a little magic lizard friend she named Wizard who likes to eat dreams and give licks. Wizard is about the size of a gecko. He likes to hide out in Dawn’s hair and sometimes his claws tickle her head when he wiggles around in there.)

- This poor girl’s got Trauma, folks, from both the elements in her backstory and Also events that played out in the story she was a part of. She’s got a Heaping dose of trauma-induced acrophobia, as well as chronic pain from an old injury she sustained from the traumatic incident in question. Her journey is focused around coming to terms with her anxiety and finding ways to cope with what she fears most. (Looking through some of the propaganda for other contenders, this seems to be a fairly common arc… Adult Dawn is a therapist and could help you introspect about that)

(mmm eepy)

The following are some quotes:

- “Oh, yeah, like murder is polite.” /s

- “Spirit ass is real ass.” /g

- “You shouldn’t force yourself to live like your existence isn’t important… because, dammit, you Are important.”

Peer reviews:

Some more emotes/art/picrews I’ve done with her (I’ll try to reblog this with the original links to the picrews once I find them)

Some more fun facts!:

- Dawn being proficient with sleep and dream magic also gives her a talent for creating illusions. She primarily uses these illusions to create Little Guys, like a strange skunk creature named Sniffle and small bunnies. She has also used her illusions to cover up Crimes that her friends commit. She also tends to create illusions of horns and a tail for herself to somewhat match the appearance of her brother and help him feel less ostracized for his inhuman traits

- She can create “dream rifts” inside people’s brains that essentially banish souls/malevolent entities to a little hell prison within the mind

- Therapist of your Dreams (literally)

- Her brother is a Goat Man. Her other brother Sees Your Ass. Her father is a Mountain Dilf. Her mother is the Queen of Nightmares /pos. Her birth mother is under house arrest for magic crimes against humanity /neg

- A lover of animals big and small. She obtains Several pets through the course of the story she’s featured in, including: a wolpertinger named Bun, the companion she’s had the longest; a tortoiseshell kitten reincarnation of an ancient guardian spirit, Coco, a fierce warlord in her own right; Wizard the Lizard (mentioned above); and, eventually, the quadruplet offspring of Coco named Mocha, Latte, Chino, and Coco Jr.

- The god of time and fate within the story’s universe is somewhat scared of her

- Accidentally possessed herself twice

- She go “eeeheeheee” when she excited

Aaand that’s about it! This is the First PropaganDawn post, but it certainly won’t be the last. Have fun~!

#mnfx dawn hughes #473 dawn hughes #cw swearing #oc #up next: Dawn’s playlist! …maybe

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nctsplug02 · 2 years

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describe your sneaky link using nct members 😎

ughhhhh oh my god anon ily.

be ware that i wrote too damn much.

remember. i wrote too much.

about him.

now read! vvvv

laughs just like mark and i fucking love it just not when he smacks others. sometimes he forgets that he’s with me and smacks me too when laughing but when he realizes that he smacked me, he immediately apologizes.

he’s tall as fuck, like johnny tall. he’s just 5’11 1/2. since he’s tall, he has huge hands so he likes to pin my hands above my head. when he pins my hands above my head, he likes to tickle me or else tease me, sexually.

he’s like taeyong and yuta. seems “mean” but is actually the biggest sweetheart. has the most resting bitch face but is an actual sweetheart and it melts me away fuck.

exactly like haechan. he likes to tease. a lot. too much. with food; he loves taking my food and making me beg for it. whenever he buys me food and comes to drop it off, he makes me beg for it. he also loves drawing on my face whenever i’m asleep. little bitch. also, when we go out on ice cream dates, he always orders me a vanilla ice cream cone cause he knows it’s my favorite. he loves eating coffee ice cream which is okay, it switches from time to time so i can’t keep track anymore. but, whenever he lets me try his ice cream— which is all the time— he likes to shove the ice cream in my nose/face. son of a bitch. for our link ups; teases my orgasm. whenever i’m getting near, he loves to stop just to tease me then he’ll laugh after when i start to whine or beg. motherfucker likes to rub my clit but then likes to stop when he knows i’m getting close.

dimples like jaehyun. he has the cutest dimples ever. i’ll show a reference picture of his dimples soon. i absolutely love it when he smiles or giggles. just too cute. hard to resist to pinch his damn cheeks, he doesn’t let me though. meanie ass fucker.

strict like jaemin. he acts like he pushed me out of his asshole and took care of me his whole life. there was a few times where i ended up getting sick and he’d come pick me up to go to his place. that’s where he’d then make me soup— he’d attempt to make soup hehe— he feeds me the soup for a few minutes until i get full. he also likes feeding me food whenever i’m too lazy and he decides to not be a butthole. he reminds me to take my meds whenever i forget or don’t want to.

has pretty hands like jeno. veiny and gorgeous. gorgeous long fingers that perfectly slide in and out of me— shit.

has a cat like ten. his cats name is tippo (tea-po), tippo is the cutest baby ever. we call him tip (teep like leap). his cat likes to headbutt us when he’s hungry or thirsty or wants attention.

humor is a mixture of all of them.

#ash talks #ash talks too damn much #ash rants #anon #anon thank you for asking #sneaky link #i think i wrote too much

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sageinacage · 3 years

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Cc ler!Wilby,,, scary ler man

LER WILBUR IS SO... KSDJHFJKDS /POS

i like how the community comes to an agreement that he's just super teasy bc. its true. like his teasing like changes style depending on the lee- like with tommy its a lot more snarky and playful to counter tommy's "mean" façade, and then with ranboo he's a lot more complimenty and sweet, since it makes ranboo a lot more flustered

like he's just to the point of Big Ler that he can tell what type of tickles work best on people and most of the time guesses tickle spots right. he's so scary /pos

ALSO wilbur seems like one of those people who are just Really good at raspberries and nibbles as well, like his tickle soooo much and he'd hum/giggle into them as well which makes it tickle even more AND he has fluffy hair,,,, which falls under my hc of how wilbur would def nuzzle a lot just bc mans is Affectionate and his hair would be brushing all over the lees tum as well or wherever he's nuzzling

wilbur is also so fuckin strong- like he picked up jack manifold like a baby and so effortlessly,,, like if he's in a ler mood he could literally just scoop someone up and use his other hand to gently scribble over their belly and coo at them (also i feel like he'd baby talk a lot as well so have that thought AHHKJFSDKJH)

he thinks its so funny to actually listen to the lee when they yell out stuff like "stop!" (ONLY if they don't mean it tho, otherwise he'd stop right away if they genuinely meant it) and then he actually stops and then he'd just coo and chuckle at them when they get grumpy bc they didn't actually mean it and he knows that they know that heknew they didn't want him to stop (that was a tongue twister LOL)

he is an Asshole /pos /lh

#my headcannons #ler!wilbur #mcyt tickle

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lovehugsandcandy · 3 years

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One-on-One: Love (N*FW, ColtxMC, ROD)

A/N: This is a birthday gift for the lovely @desiree-pow (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE! I hope that this bday is AMAZING - you deserve it!!!). This is also the last (maybe?) one-shot in the Colt!basketball AU that no one asked for. (Series here)

Length: ~1,800 words

Rating: N*FW (Swearing and sex)

Summary: That’s one way to improve morale after a loss.

Ellie bounced Jaylen on her lap, trying futility to keep him occupied as the final seconds ticked by. The Knicks were down by 11; even with thirty seconds on the clock, this game was over.

“Ugh,” she moaned, standing at the final horn and turning to Brandi, the sole friend she had made amongst the other players’ wives. “This loss means Colt is going to be in a god awful mood tonight.”

“Oh no,” Brandi replied, fixing her with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t mind when they lose. Kevin gets all his anger out in the best way, if you know what I mean.”

Ellie blinked, mind slowly catching up to the implication, as she cradled her son closer. Her thoughts raced before finally settling on awe. It was a fantastic idea; she was amazed she hadn’t thought of it before.

She knew Colt better than anyone.

She knew he liked winning.

But she knew he loved her more, desperately, ferociously; she had seen it repeatedly, from callused fingertips tracing ever so gently over goosebumps emerging on her bare skin to his willingness to temper even his worst impulses for her sake. His absolute adoration had quelled many of the ceaseless on-court fistfights, though the smart mouth spitting insults remained. His devotion had convinced him to refuse multiple trade requests for the sake of their family. And it had even reduced the constant bickering targeted at Logan, though nothing would squash every jab.

Together, they had navigated graduations and parenthood, dissertations and Championships.

Of course she could get him over one loss.

It was brilliant.

~~~~~

She heard the front door creak open right as Jaylen drifted off to sleep, easing the nursery door closed as quietly as she could, Brandi’s words still bouncing around her brain, she waited two beats to make sure that he didn’t stir before creeping away.

When she edged downstairs, bare feet slow on the carpet, it was quiet but, if she focused, she could hear quiet clicking, tapping of fingers on a keyboard barely audible from the living room. She peeked in; the laptop screen illuminated Colt’s face, game tape already rolling in front of him.

“Hey, Colt?”

He didn’t respond, eyes glued on the movement in front of him, tight fingers reaching for his cell phone.

“Colt?”

“Hmm? Is the baby asleep?” He didn’t look up, not even when she stalked closer to lean over the couch and drag her palms over his chest, damp hair from the locker room shower tickling her cheek. “That fucking asshole,” he murmured, still transfixed by the screen; she rolled her eyes.

“Colt, come to bed.”

“In a minute, I gotta-“

“Coooolt.” Her teeth grazed his earlobe, and he shuddered, tremble rolling up and down his spine, but still his gaze remained on the screen.

“Baby, I-” His fingers were tense around the phone but his words cut off sharply, inhale whistling harshly through his teeth as her fingertips walked slow, teasing circles underneath his t-shirt, down the taut muscles of his chest.

“The tape will be there tomorrow.”

“But I need to-“ He sucked in a breath, again, as her teeth teased the tendon in his neck, and he grabbed hold of her hair when she paused, gently keeping her pinned in place as she nibbled a possessive mark into his skin. “Baby…”

“Come on.” She stood, edging backwards toward the stairs, and smirked when he turned to face her, leather couch creaking beneath him. His eyes trailed down, flashing greedy and dark, intent on where her fingers fiddled with the bottom hem of the grey sweatshirt.

“Logan’s supposed to call me, we’re gonna go over tape.”

She raised her eyebrows, saying nothing, and pulled her sweatshirt over her head, noting the exact moment when his eyes drifted down to the jersey underneath, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“We’re supposed to…” He trailed off helplessly as the phone in his hand began blaring, glancing between the lit screen and to where her hands were making their way to the front of her jeans. “Baby, this isn’t fair.”

She bit her lip when she popped the button, taking her time with the zipper, and had just started inching the denim down her thighs when he dropped the phone, still ringing as it bounced to the ground. He leaned forward, eyes intent on the emerging skin, and she grinned in victory, kicking away the fabric when it reached her toes.

She had just put her fingers on the hem of her jersey when he leapt clear over the back of the couch; she giggled as she stumbled backwards, but he was faster, long legs tracking her as if he were streaking towards the net. However, instead of the basketball, she was the prize.

And Colt always demanded his prize.

“Fuck no.” He pulled her hands away from the Knicks blue, dragging her against his chest. “Leave it on.”

“You are such a narcissist. You just want me wearing your name.”

“Our name,” he corrected, sliding warm fingertips up her sides to settle underneath her bra. “And it doesn’t matter ‘cuz you know you’re gonna be screaming my name in a minute.”

“You are such a- oh.”

His teeth were against her neck as she sagged against him, back resting against his chest as strong fingers dug insistently on her hipbones, leading her towards the stairs. “That was completely unfair. You cheat worse than the fucking Nets.” Behind them, Colts cell phone was still blaring from somewhere under the couch, but she could only focus on the hushed promises being dropped into her ear. “And, when we get to our bedroom, I’m gonna take you apart just like I did them in the fucking playoffs.”

But they didn’t make it to the bedroom, anyway.

She sassed back, “I think I can play tougher defense than they can.” But it was difficult walking, Colt plastered behind her, chuckling against her neck before his lips moved to the curve of her shoulder, teeth print on her skin marking her as his as much as the six letters on her back. He teased the line of her panties, fingertips dipping incrementally closer as revenge for her sharp tongue; by the time they got to the bottom step, her words were gibberish, unintelligible, and the muscled arms around her waist were the only things keeping her weak knees from giving out.

She made it one step, then two, the line of his chest solid against her back and his cock stiffening against her ass, grinding in an utterly distracting and entirely indecent way, and she couldn’t be blamed for missing the next step, collapsing to her knees on the plush carpet.

“Fuck, Ellie.” He followed her down, pinned to her the entire way, and his hands curved over hers on the step. “Ok?”

“Please,” she whined, the only coherent sound she could make through the fog over taking her body and mind. “Just please.”

“Fuck.” The word landed hot against her neck and he moved, shifting back, and she heard rustling, fabric being pulled away, her underwear tugged down to a rushed tangle at her knees, and then he was lining up behind her. Her forehead dropped to a stair as he slid inside her, her eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open as the familiar stretch sent lightning up her nerves. “Ellie, God, you feel incredible.”

She inhaled, trying to somehow get oxygen into her heaving lungs; he felt incredible, joined as one and hard inside her, hands warm and solid on her hips, teeth digging designs at the curve of her neck. “Colt, move, just move, please.”

He huffed a laugh against her skin and obliged, slow at first, settling deeper and deeper until he was just right, her thighs clenching as pleasure flickered and flared up her spine, then back down, jolting every nerve ending until she could feel it in her toes.

She moaned, low and lusty and downright filthy, and her nails scratched against the carpet as his hips moved faster; she worried for a moment that she tore a thread from the floor but, with the next thrust, it didn’t even matter because all she could do was moan into the carpet. Her hand flew to her mouth to dampen the keening cry pulled from her lips, but Colt only dragged her hand away, interlocking their fingers as he moved faster, hips pushing her forward and forehead sliding over the rug.

“Fuck, I want to hear you, El.”

“But the baby…”

“Don’t care.”

“But oh God, Colt there, please- I can’t-”

He pivoted his hips just so and the noise that came out of her mouth was unnatural, high and debauched and inhuman. The world shook around her as her vision swam, carpet fading in and out of vision as she tightened her fingers around his, something to cling to as the world fell apart. She barely registered when he shifted, fingertips of his other hand digging into her hip bones to pull her hips flush against his, or his moan, low in her ear; she was still shaking, weakened body sinking lower until she and Colt landed flat on the stairs, a pile of limbs and ragged breath.

She was a sated, pliant mess when he eased her up off the stairs, guiding her to their bedroom to tug off the jersey, her bra, and his entire tracksuit, now wrinkled and defiled beyond repair. He was just kissing down her ear when she bit her lip and grinned. “Are you feeling better about that loss now?”

“What loss?” he murmured into her skin.

She chuckled, craning her neck back as he reached that sensitive spot at her shoulder and continued down. “The game tonight?” It was getting harder to form words.

“What game tonight?”

She laughed again and had a smart reply at the ready before a tinny cry cut through the air. Colt dropped his forehead against her stomach. “I knew you’d wake the baby.”

“He has the absolute worst timing.”

“Colt?” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Can you…?”

“What?

“Maybe go see if you can put him back to sleep?”

He looked up, eyes narrowing. “Ellie…”

“Please?” She put on her best pout, curling her fingers over the sensitive spot behind his ears.

“But this was your night.”

She stuck her bottom lip out further, batting her eyelashes.

“Oh, my God! I can’t believe-” Colt groaned, standing up in a huff. “Fine. Fine.” He threw on some boxers, feet stomping heavy as he gave her the evil eye the entire time. “You are so lucky I love you.”

She laughed, listening to his footsteps recede down the hall; gradually, the crying quieted, then ceased, followed by a soothing voice and quiet coos. Twisting the ring around her finger, she smiled and whispered to the universe, “Yeah. I really am.”

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wordstrings · 4 years

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okay but HOW does ticklish have 2.5 syllables? like I kinda agree with you but where are you putting the half syllable?? I say tick-lish when i’m uncomfy and tick-el-ish when i’m normal but I rather say the word “tickles” instead (it just flows better??) also t-word pronounce twords made me LAUGH. I think saying t-word is dumb but twords??? incredible!!!!

[referenced post] It’s 2.5 syllables because people who say it with the whole unabridged 3 probably say “po-TAH-to” and that’s just Extra (from an American perspective). People who only use 2 are chaotic and cannot be trusted. The only way you could make it worse is by putting a glottal stop in between.

The half-syllable is like a dipthong but with consonants. It happens between the k and the l, as if there were an umlauted ö that was there when the word started but by the time your mouth gets there it ducked out the back door like an asshole without saying goodbye to anyone.

can you tell yet that i’m bullshitting

#ask #anonymous #tickle talk

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redvoid-40 · 5 years

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Ask Response!

@luxklara I took a while but here are the answers!

They were answered with my HxH OC Bleach in mind, and are a response to this post!

OC Asks #2 - Bleach

8: What is their favorite and least favorite season?

Bleach doesn't really have a favorite season, but she sure as hell HATES winter! Muddy streets? having to dress in layer all the time? and then TAKE OFF said layers every time she walks in somewhere? No thanks.

Spring and Autumn are nice, since they tend to have very mild temperatures that can be dealt with by bringing a simple jacket. And she grew up in Meteor City so unless she's like spending Summer in hell or something, the heat doesn't bother her.

14: What do you associate them with?

Hmm.... That's a though one. I think I associate Bleach with a cat? She's all independent and does her own thing - and can be a huge asshole if she feels like it's warranted - , but it's actually a cuddly toy who enjoys spending time with her loved ones.

24: Are they ticklish?

Says she's not but actually is when you tickle the soles of her feet. Wouldn't recommend proving her that though, because she'll kick you in the face, out of reflex (Really Bleach? Reflex? You kicked them 11 times!).

25: What’s their favorite color?

Has a thing for dark hues, like navy, bourdeaux, black. And it has absolutely nothing to do with a certain ebony-eyed assassin.

Hope you liked it! And ya'll feel free to send more! I may be focusing on NaNoWriMo, but whenever I have the time I'll answer the asks (whatever they may be) ;D

#ask #ask response #OC #Hunter X Hunter #hxh #Bleach #answered #yay me #nanowrimo is kicking my ass #its horrible #i love it

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deathtouch · 7 years

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⋆ femfeb day 9 // my femfeb masterpost ⋆ xposted to ao3 ⋆ ana/d.va // 2k // explicit ⋆ au, sex worker au, prostitution, sex work, undressing, lingerie, kissing, oral, violence, action/adventure ⋆ au where sex worker hana meets up with a new client, ana, for an interesting night .

Adrenaline Rush

Hana checked her phone again, scrolling up through her emails to find the one with the address in it. She wanted to make sure she had the right hotel. The soft faux fur coat she was wearing slipped down her shoulder, revealing bare flesh. She yanked it back up with her free hand, annoyed that the dumb jacket kept slipping. It was a little too big for her but it was just too cute not to wear. Who else in the world could rock a furry, bubblegum pink coat?

She found the address.

Park Hyatt Marine City 1-Ro, 51 Haeundae-Gu Busan, 48120

Suite 700

The building was a knife in the skyline, sleek and modern and beautiful. It was probably one of the most expensive hotels in town. She’d never actually been in before. She had done business at the nearby Paradise Hotel one or two times, but never the Park Hyatt.

Despite never having been here before she walked up to the front doors and into the lobby like she knew exactly where she was going. She tried not to be too impressed by the minimalist vibe, the ascending set of marble stairs, or the sleek mineral rock that covered the walls. Instead she found the nearby elevators and called one down with a button. When it arrived she got in. She was lucky she didn’t need to swipe a room key to make the elevator work.

Hana picked the floor she needed and then turned her attention to her phone again. She opened up a new email, wrote “On my way up”, and sent it off at once. She did all her business over email, never through text. She wasn't stupid enough to give out a traceable phone number to her clients. She made enough money that she could reasonably buy a second phone for work but she didn't want the hassle. Email was just a much more anonymous way to communicate and so far it had suited her fine.

Hana checked her reflection in her black phone screen. She wore minimal make-up, soft pink lipstick and black mascara. She fluffed her brown bangs a little, making sure they laid down the way she liked. The elevator doors slid upon a moment afterwards and she exited into the hallway. Her coat slid down her shoulders and she pulled it up with a huff. Hana took notice of the numbers on the doors and turned left, passing right on by Suite 500 to Suite 700 down the hall.

For a half a second butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She couldn’t believe after all this time she still got nervous. Although if she was being honest with herself there was almost a pinch of excitement mixed in with the anxiousness. Hana ignored the butterflies. She raised a fist and tapped her knuckles on the suite door. It didn’t take very long for the door to open. Hana noticed the sleek wood decor of the room first, and then she noticed her client. ‘Ana’ was the only name given during their email exchanges. Hana had expected someone older, but the greying hair hidden under a black silk scarf was still a bit of a surprise. Ana was dressed impeccably in a tailored pantsuit that gave her figure the shape of an hour glass. She had both a face tattoo and an eye patch. It was a toss-up as to which one was weirder.

“Ana, right?” Her coat had fallen down over one shoulder and Hana yanked it back into place. She walked into the room, looking around curiously. “I want six thousand up front.” This suite was no joke. There was an entire dining room, a sitting room with multiple chairs, huge flat-screens and even a fireplace. She wondered what the bed looked like. She’d probably be spending most of her time on it.

“US dollars, yes?” Ana asked. One of her hands touched the small of Hana’s back, and she lead the way down the hall towards the bedroom.

Hana nodded. They had already decided on which currency via email, but she appreciated the reiteration. She’d had assholes try to cheat her out of money in the past; men who claimed they thought she meant Won. Since she often did business with foreigners and travelers people had tried to fuck her over with every currency on earth. Hana wasn't having any of that.

Fortunately, Ana didn’t seem like the scamming type. Already Hana could tell. She was an elegant sort of older woman with a warm voice and gentle touch. She immediately lead the way to the dresser in the bedroom where she kept her money; crisp American bills, green and pretty. The floor to ceiling windows in the bedroom that offered a view of the ocean were impressive but Hana was much happier watching Ana count cash.

After tonight, she would finally be able to move to Seoul. Hana had been planning to move for a while now, she had an apartment all picked out. She was finally going to have a real kitchen, a spare bedroom she could transform into a game room, and hopefully some cash left over to buy a new microphone for her live streams. The sound quality on her headset mic was just unimpressive. All she needed was enough for two month’s rent and the security deposit.

Ana held out the money, but just as Hana was about to take it she swiftly pulled it back. “It’s just you, right? There’s no business partner, no boy waiting downstairs to steal half this from your wallet when I’m done with you?”

Hana smirked. “Just me," She promised. It was true too. She made her own money, she didn’t work for any pimp.

Ana softened and actually tapped Hana on the nose with a corner of the bill stack before handing it over. “Good girl. Now take off your clothes.”

Hana felt a little bit like she had been scolded by her mom just then but she laughed it off. She turned away to tuck the cash into a secure pocket of her pink furry coat. Then, finally, she let it drop from her shoulders and actually slide off. She was wearing a tank top and shorts underneath, pink and blue respectively. She immediately started in on the button of her shorts, undoing them and sliding them down.

Hana wasn’t shy about her body. She knew she was cute. Some clients complained that she wasn’t curvy enough but those guys were assholes. They still came all over themselves at the sight of her naked, so clearly it wasn’t that much of a problem. She knew she was especially cute in lacey lingerie; the kind of stuff she was wearing now. She was happy to strip and show off, casually looking over her shoulder to see if Ana was watching. She was.

“You wanna help me with this?” Hana asked innocently, gesturing to the clasp on her bra. She was standing in a pile of her own clothes with a cute smile on her face.

Ana seemed to consider for a moment before she approached. She pressed their bodies together, her front to Hana’s back. Her warm hands found Hana’s arms, sliding down them sensually as she leaned in to kiss at the younger girls’ neck. It was kind of sweet, and actually felt good. Clients often tried to do this type of romantic gesture and it usually felt cheesy or forced.

Ana was different. Her breath tickled and it really seemed like she wanted a taste of Hana’s skin. Hana bit her lip to keep a real smile from spreading across her face. She angled her head, offering more skin for Ana to kiss.

After letting her palms slide down to Hana’s elbows and then back up towards her shoulders, Ana’s fingers eventually made their way to that bra. She unhooked it gracefully and helped slide the soft bra straps out of the way. As Hana’s bra fell to the floor something else soon cupped her breasts; Ana’s hands. She was a little rough with them, squeezing generously. It felt good.

Ana’s lips kissed up the curve of Hana’s neck. “Take your panties off and get on the bed.” She ordered, whispering into Hana’s ear.

Hana couldn’t help the warm shiver that ran down her spine. Her thumbs immediately hooked into the waistband of her underwear, pushing them down to her knees in one swift gesture. She stepped out of them easily. Loathe as was to break away from Ana’s embrace she walked towards the bed. Ana let her go.

Hana climbed onto the mattress. She sat in a picture-perfect suggestive position, curled delicately on her hip with her tits pushed together to make them look a little bigger.

“Not like that,” Ana waved her off with a hand gesture. “On your hands and knees, girl. Let me see you.”

Hana scoffed. Again she felt like she was being scolded, but not like her own mom this time. More like a friend’s mom, or a school teacher or something. It was kind of hot, in a way she wasn’t expecting. She shifted onto her hands and knees as asked, spreading her thighs nice and wide so that Ana could see everything.

“Better, Mrs. Ana?” The honorific slipped out entirely on accident.

“Oh, much.” Ana said approvingly. A short hum of delight escaped her as if this was just what she wanted to see.

She didn’t need an invitation this time, she approached Hana all on her own. As soon as she was close enough she sank down to one knee. She took a moment to admire the view from a different angle before pressing her face between Hana’s spread thighs. Her hot tongue licked out at once, earning a not-so-fake moan from Hana. Most of her clients just whipped it out and stuck it in her. This was a nice change of pace.

Just as things were starting to get heated a knock on the hotel door stilled the actions of Ana’s tongue. Hana groaned in annoyance. She was even more annoyed when Ana pulled back, wiping her mouth and standing up.

“Expecting someone?” Hana asked. She hoped it was just room service and not a third person coming to join the party. She hadn’t planned for a threesome. Ana would have to pay extra.

“…not exactly.” Ana said cryptically.

Something about her had changed in the few seconds since the knock on the door. She walked up the length of the bed to the night table near the headboard. Hana watched as she slid open the drawer and pulled out a gun. A fucking gun. Hana’s heart stopped in her chest and she thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head.

“Stay here.” Ana warned.

“What the fu-“

“And stay quiet.” She added in a harsh whisper.

She disappeared out into the other half of the suite. As Hana watched her walk away she realized what had changed. Ana seemed suddenly dangerous. Whereas she had been elegant and charming before there was a certain prowl to her walk that hadn’t been there when Hana had arrived. She panicked and scrambled to find her clothes. She didn’t even care about her panties, she went straight for her shorts.

Gunshots rang out on the other side of the suit. Hana squawked in fear before clamping a hand over her mouth. Guns were so much louder and scarier in real life than any game she had ever played. She hurried to grab her coat since it had the money. She was almost about to go running out of the bedroom door when Ana swept back in.

Her scarf was a tad disheveled and she was holding her gun with intent. Hana stood stock still, heart pounding in her throat. She watched as Ana went to the dresser and took out the rest of the stack of bills. She tossed them to Hana with one hand, the other keeping her gun trained on the floor. Hana narrowly managed to catch the money. She pulled her jacket on tight, hiding her nudity with pink fur.

“Come along, darling. It’s not safe.” Ana told her, holding her hand out for Hana to take. Hana trembled but reached out to take it. “Nevermind the body out there. Just close your eyes and follow me.”

Ana paused in the doorway to do a visual sweep of the suit before leading Hana to the front door. Hana saw the dark shape of a body on the ground and a red circle of blood staining the carpet. She felt her stomach turn to ice. She realized she was holding the hand of a killer. It didn’t scare her as much as it should.

Ana checked the hallway twice before taking her out. In a hurried jog she pulled Hana by the hand, taking her not towards the elevators but to the emergency exit. The alarm started blaring the minute she open the door. Hana was still shaking, body suddenly alight with adrenaline. Ana pushed her into the stairwell.

The dinging of the elevator caught both of their attention. Ana looked over her shoulder to the elevator bank far down the hall. She cursed in a foreign language under her breath as two men exited the elevator.

“We’ll have to do this some other time.” She said, turning back to kiss Hana on the lips. “Take the back exit and run along home.” She ordered.

Hana nodded and hurried off, dully aware of Ana jerking the emergency exit door closed behind her. She descended the seven flights of stairs in record time, heart pounding. A few other hotel guests were spilling into the stairwell by the time she reached the first floor. Hana ran passed them, clutching her jacket closed as she went.

City blocks flew by. She ran until she was completely out of breath and even then she hurried into a nearby bar and stood among a throng of people on the patio who paid her little to no mind. Somehow being in a large group felt safer than ducking into an alley. She caught her breath and found herself laughing.

The adrenaline rush was like nothing she had ever felt before. It made her ache between her legs. She found herself craving Ana’s lips and tongue. She couldn’t believe that had just happened. Her mind raced and she wondered if Ana was an assassin or a spy or a secret agent. To think Hana had been comparing her to a mom. She laughed again, hoping Ana was serious about doing this some other time. Maybe with less killing and a lot more sex.

#overwatch femslash #femslash february #femfeb 2017 #femfeb #fanfic #overwatch #ana #d.va #bitch i'm so tired i nodded off proof reading this shit #i'm sorry if its trash tonight #miso sleeps #i'm skatin in under the wire at midnight postin this smh #also dont @ me abt this pairing i'll literall y collapse

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