My friend just sent me the trailer of Madame Spider and I looked into her and I LOVER HER SM I WANT HER SO BADLY YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND SHE'S MY WOMAN

Hi new friend *giggle excitedly* do you make request? Can I request Sanemi x Reader Cloud by 1D 😊😊☺️

Of course~ We can do it ^^

It's for Nemi and for yah soooooo why not?! 😚

Here's my KNY rendition of 1D's Clouds 🤭

Prepare your tissues and your eyes XD

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Content Warnings: None ^^

Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance

(Image isn't mine, credits to the rightful owner)

You were engrossed in thought as you saw the sky above you from the engawa. The cloud's predominant white colour triggers a memory of a white-haired guy from your past whom you haven't seen in over a year.

It's been a whole year since you last communicated. A year after ending the on-and-off relationship with the Wind Hashira. Since Sanemi was the centre of your life, you can't help but feel anxious and wonder whether there will ever be another chance to see him again.

It appears that arguments were a normal occurrence throughout your previous relationship. But this breakup is different from your past cool-offs with him. It's you who said that things don't work, and you should both work things out for yourselves if you ever want to go back with each other.

Back then, you always told him that you should keep things simple, as love isn't supposed to be complicated. But perhaps he's right? Love is never simple, and if it were, you wouldn't be sitting here alone, caressing the empty space beside you as tears streamed down your face.

"I swear you'll wish you never left me."

And yes, Sanemi is absolutely correct; at this point, you are wishing that you had never actually parted ways with him since you have no idea what to do. It is as if, all of a sudden, you are a young child who is looking for something. Slaying demons at night has become your go-to method for putting an end to these intrusive thoughts; you feel that if you don't, you'll die from solitude.

You always thought that you both had everything figured out. But no, it was all a fantasy, as both of you view love in a different way.

And now that a year has passed, you are surviving without Sanemi but definitely feeling like a wreck.

You remembered how his hands felt whenever he touched you. Beneath that harsh attitude, Sanemi always had that sweet side, which is only focused on loving you. You can still picture how he used to sit next to you at this same engawa and tell you everything. And you love it. You miss it so bad.

You missed how you used to breathe the same air as him and how his lilac eyes looked at you with too much passion. You wished to see the things that he had seen in you. You wanted Sanemi to be back, but how?

It was you who ended things, and now he is gone.

And by the last time that you had uttered goodbye, you had seen how his heart was broken into pieces. You can't forget both of your deafening sobs as you hugged him for the last time. The tears in his eyes—if you could only stop those, you would.

"Damn it. I miss you, Sanemi."

"I miss you too."

Your heartbeats went faster this time as you heard a familiar voice. You immediately looked up, and instead of the clouds, it was Sanemi that you had seen. You gulped and immediately stood up, embracing him, which astounded him.

You felt his hands snake on your body, and there, you found the courage to look at his face through your tears. Sanemi caressed your cheek, wiping your tears away with his calloused thumb. You can remember how he used to do this even before your breakup.

The look in Sanemi's eyes when he was looking at you right now was one of intense concentration. He is not smiling. As a consequence of this, the seconds seemed like an hour, and the minutes seemed like days. You were patient and waited for him to speak.

Then, without any words, Sanemi leaned in to give you a passionate but quick kiss on the lip. You felt as if it was the first time. Suddenly, the world felt calmer. Your breaths synced with one another as you slowly kissed back, letting your tears escape your eyes again.

This isn't a dream; it's true. Sanemi's here with you now. His warmth continued to embrace you as he pulled out and patted your head.

"Y/N, I missed you so much. I still love you. I tried to forget you, but I couldn't, so I decided to make peace with myself and be better for you. I know you were tired of me before, but could you give me a second chance to prove myself to you again?"

So he came back! You can't believe the words that you are hearing right now. A part of you is scared to try again because of your past. But a bigger part of you wants to try it all. You want to be with Sanemi so bad. You want to continue your promises.

Without further ado, you nodded and embraced him tightly, resting your head on the crook of his neck and inhaling his scent.

Sanemi was so stunned that he couldn't believe what he was hearing at the moment that he reached for your hands, then smacked himself in the face with both of them. "Are you joking around? I cannot express how much this made me happy." He then gave you another kiss, claiming you as his own, and whispered that to you.

You caressed his face and looked into his eyes; there, you could see your reflection once again. You can breathe the air that he breathes. You love this man so much. He caressed your face too and rested his forehead against yours.

"I'll do my best to make you the happiest girl in the world. Here we go again, and this time, we're never coming back down."

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉!

I know it is short but, I hope you'll love this @unofficialmuilover~

Love yah and see you on my other fics!

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

Hello ☺️🌺🌸

Congrats on the milestones, 💙💙

You’re event is so cute! I love it! And the quotes are all so adorable. Literally just want to send half of them in skdndjskdkdk

Can I request a Drabble with malleus and “I’ll say it back if you promise me it’s for eternity.”?

Thank you 🌺🌸🌻 have a good day

prompt: 17. “i’ll say it back if you promise me it’s for eternity” + Malleus Draconia.

-> 𝙛𝙤𝙧 @hanafubukki ,, 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙥 ,, 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩” ! ꒱·˚ ,, #O6.O3.22🍵 ˖˚˳⊹ 'ּ໋݊◵

no tws, gn!reader, mutual crushing to confession.

humming to yourself, you tell Grim you’d be back in awhile, taking nothing with you as you made your way outside, going to a certain spot you’d always looked forward to going each Friday. you remember grabbing onto his arm one day, asking him for a specific time and place to meet soon, and it became your weekly occurrence.

right by the forest of Ramshackle, surrounded by trees, laid a small pond with pure blue water, and beautiful foliage. you’d be able to see the reflection of the moon as you sat by the water, talking to him, tsunotarou. as you arrived, a chill ran down your spine, wishing you took a jacket as it became colder during the night.

rubbing your arms, you hear footsteps and something heavy landing on your back, a jacket. “child of man,” he called, walking past you and taking a seat. “it is cold. you should of brought warmer clothing.” he slightly reprimanded you, a chuckle escaping your lips.

“i guess i was too excited to see you, tsunotarou. so much so i got here quickly without having time to think.” you responded, bending down and sitting next to him. you couldn’t see it, but his cheeks darkened as butterflies did summersaults in his stomach. even if it was a passing comment, the fact you even wanted to see him made him extremely happy.

as he gathered the words to ask you, trusting Lilia’s advice, you begun talking about your week and turned to him asking about his, flashing a smile at him. he had no idea if you said anything after, or what you even said before, as he engraved every bit of that smile of your’s into his mind, admiring it. “child of man,” he called in a rather serious tone, causing you to perk up and listen closely. “I love you.”

he was sure Lilia told him to say other things, like going on a date, taking things slow, or even just asking you your ideal type, but here he was, so deeply enamored with another person, a human, that he ended up confessing. he watched as your eyes widened in shock for a half second, as you replaced your open mouth expression to a serious one.

you wanted to act like you were considering, it wouldn’t hurt to tease him a little despite knowing the answer, you thought to yourself. you tried to purse your lips into a thin line and suppress your laughter as you delivered your response.

“i’ll say it back if you promise me it’s for eternity.” you giggled, breaking character after seeing his face. closing your eyes, you tilted your head to the side leaning in as he caught your lips in a soft kiss. the kiss was so gentle it was almost like he thought you were fragile and would break at any moment by his touch.

“child of man,” he whispered breathlessly, a smile making its way onto his face. “i promise you, you’re the only one i’ll ever love.” he responded, catching your lips in yet another kiss, arm snaking around your waist to support you as your wrapped your arms around his neck. “i promise.” he repeated, your cheek nuzzling into his as you whispered into his ear.

“well then, i love you too, Malleus. i would love to spend eternity in love with you.” your voice was barely audible, but he heard it clearly. chills were sent down his spine as he tightened his grip on you; never wanting to let go. he finally found someone to stay by his side and love him, and he couldn’t of asked for a better partner.

✎ ˎˊ- "chocodollxren" [choco - doll - rhen] ˖˚˳⊹ 'ּ໋݊◵ dn repost.

thank you!!! <33 and feel free to request again!! my event is only opened for a few more days, so i’m going to say you should request now again before it ends soon!!

the discord is a lot of fun~ if anyone wants to join please feel free to do so! ((: happy to say quite a few people joined! currently making ocs with three other people!

ASK GAME SPAMERO AYO! (ahem)

Let's see #s 1, 7, 8, 13, 15, 18, 25, and 30 :)

(yet another artist friend who is gonna have to deal with SOO MANY QUESTIONS haha, sorry not sorry, I AM ENDLESSLY CURIOUS AND MUST KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT MY ARTIST FRIENDS AND THEIR PROCESS AND SUCH! 🎊🎊🎊

PLS DON'T APOLOGISE, ASKS MAKE ME V HAPPY INDEEDY! 🥰☺️

This is much more… ex-art student orientated than character design/TSC/CS/ML orientated, I'm sorry! But it was quite nice to reflect on my uni degree and the body of work that I produced during that period of my life!

To make up for it, however, here are a couple of doods :D — a rather surly-looking Jack (wip; you can just about see Lucy in there too) and an adult!Fiera! (I need to update her design, this is just a prototype!)

Art programs you have but don’t use. Adobe Illustrator! I learnt to use it at uni (I studied Illustration and Design) but am much more disposed to Photoshop and Procreate.

A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate. Like a physical medium? Hmm… I’m going to say pastels. There are very few mediums I don’t work in (when I’m actually producing art, that is, lmao). I love oils, acrylics, charcoals. Pretty much everything. But pastels… I’ve never really taken the time to get to know them. Maybe I should!

What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in? During my final year of uni I wrote and illustrated my own children’s book. I am, to this day, quite proud of it and hope to one day finalise the illos. …Maybe. Possibly. I wouldn’t therefore say that I’ve “lost interest” in it, necessarily, but it’s certainly fallen to the wayside (it has after all been four years). 

A creator who you admire but whose work isn’t your thing. This is very tricky bc I’m hard pressed to think of any creators whose work isn’t “my thing”. If it’s artsy then I’m gonna enjoy it, no matter what! With that in mind (and if it’s okay?) I may have to amend this to, “a creator who you admire but whose work you could never emulate”, and that creator is Georgia Lowe (@georgialowpapercuts on insta). She makes the most sublime paper cut outs — stunningly intricate, extraordinarily delicate! I adore them! I’m not sure I could ever have the patience to make something that time-consuming.

*Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth). In my flat. Typically while sitting (pretzel-like) on my sofa. I’m very boring! Although I have been known to take a sketchbook to the V&A or the Tate Britain, every once in awhile. Or on a walk around Hyde. It’s not a common occurrence, though. I don’t like to draw in public spaces lest someone ask to see what I’m working on! I’m extraordinarily shy about my work. 

An estimate of how many art supplies you’ve broken. Countless, lmao. I am a clumsy bean and shit happens. The most frustrating was when I tore a newly bought canvas. A very big canvas at that. Oh and when I dropped a bag full of chalks and charcoals — makes them so much harder to use! I also snapped a paintbrush once, because I didn’t realise how badly I was bending it while pouring over an exam piece. 

Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by. One of my editorial pieces was once likened to Escher's work, which — while enormously flattering — had not been my intention!

What piece of yours do you think is underrated. Looking back, there are several pieces I submitted as part of my overall body of coursework which I deeply disliked at the time (having been staring at them for months) but am now fairly fond of! One charcoal image of a horse, in particular, springeth to mind.

Ripped T-Shirt {rockstar!Kylo Ren x Reader}

anonymous

Hello! I’m requesting a rockstar x Kylo fic. We’re the reader is waiting in the hotel room after a show and things get spiccccyyy. Thank you in advance ☺️☺️.

warnings. SMUT, an nsfw pic was sent, dirty talk, rough sex, name-calling, P in V, unprotected sex, creampie, cunt-slapping, clit rubbing, fluffy end.  **no actual use of ‘Y/N’ in this fic.

(possible) tw’s. cigarette smoking, brief crying during sexy times.

word count: 1.3k

Cheers erupt when the door opens and he steps out into the chilly New York night with a cigarette between his teeth. He knows that he should probably stop and sign a few autographs, pose for a few selfies, kiss a few girls’ cheeks, all that rockstar shit that he’s supposed to do.

But after opening that godforsaken text from you, containing a picture of your reflection in the hotel room mirror in one of his ripped band t-shirts and nothing else, Kylo cannot bring himself to stop for anyone or anything. He’s pretty sure that even if a female fan jumped the dividers and flashed her tits at him (an occurrence that has happened before, several times), he still wouldn’t stop.

He figures that Ben and Matt will be out any minute to sign some shit; they’re the ones that love the all the attention, anyway. Kylo’s never really liked that part of being, well, the f-word. Especially not after meeting you.

The car pulls away from the curb and heads off towards the hotel. He pulls out his phone and lets you know he’s on his way, knee bouncing in anticipation as he lights up another cigarette.

His hair is wet from the quick shower he took post-set, just to get all the sweat and shit off, even though you’ve told him before that you find his after-show musk quite sexy. He just felt gross tonight, for some reason.

As soon as the car pulls up to the hotel, he’s getting out and heading to the elevator, running a hand through his wet hair. His mind is spinning with images of what he’s about to walk into and his cock is already half-hard as the elevator dings.

When he gets to the door, he doesn’t even knock, just pushing through without relent. The door slams up against the wall, a sound that will likely bother the neighboring suite, but he doesn’t give a shit. Not when you’re spread out on the bed, tantalizingly licking some chocolate off your fingers.

You smirk at his disheveled presentation, pulling your fingers out of your mouth with a pop. “I ordered some dessert for myself...hope you don’t mind.”

He’s pulling his windbreaker off and throwing it onto the floor. He practically runs over to you, grabbing your ankles and yanking you down to the edge of the bed, leaning down until his face is hovering right above yours.

“You can order whatever the fuck you want, order fuckin’ lobster-topped filet mignon for all I care, as long as you keep fuckin’ looking like this when I get back from shows.”

You’re given not even a second to react before he’s kissing you, sloppily and roughly as his hands begin to grope your body. Your hands reach up to run through his hair, fingers tangling in the wet strands and giving a series of gentle tugs. 

His hips roll forward against you, soft grunts vibrating your lips as his hardening cock grinds on your bare cunt. You whine into his mouth at the sensation, lifting your pelvis up to bring more friction for both of you.

“Shit...I’m gonna rail you so goddamn hard, make your eyes cross.” Kylo growls in your ear, pulling the oversized shirt up over your hips. “Open your slutty legs.”

He stands up and pulls his clothes off while you spread your legs, showing off your soaking wetness. His eyes fall to your glistening folds, a low groan rumbling through his chest and then, he’s on top of you again, lips savagely attacking your jaw and neck.

Your back arches up off the bed, head pressing back against the mattress as your head tips back and you chew your lip. He runs his mushroom head through your folds, collecting some slick before sheathing himself inside you without warning.

“Fuck!” He growls, wasting no time in picking up a rushed pace with his hips. “T-Tight fuuuuckin’ cunt!”

At times like these, you’ve fully accepted that you’re just along for the ride, merely a vessel for Kylo’s post-gig adrenaline to be released into. He’ll repay you, he always does...and, you’re never one to complain about a rough, savage round of fucking.

“Gggghhhh!” Kylo groans, panting heavily over your face. “Love coming back to t-this perfect little p-pussy after shows, love getting to fffuck your brains out...”

You moan shakily, body forcefully rocked back and forth with the aggressive pistoning of his hips. His teeth grind together and he bares his teeth, a bit of spittle spraying across your cheek in the process, something that hardly catches your attention at a time like this. 

“K-Kylo! Kyyylo, ffuck--”

He suddenly stops, sits up and flips you over onto your front roughly before you can even process what’s happening. And then, he’s drilling into you again, somehow seemingly even harder this time.

You’re trying your best not to scream out in pleasure as his skin smacks violently against yours. His pulsing shaft is rubbing up against every good spot on your walls and you can feel your climax building up quickly with the pleasurable friction.

“Oh! Ahhhnnnhhh--shiiiit baby!”

He’s grunting and growling wildly with each sharp motion of his hips, quickly losing control as his climax draws nearer. Your noises, your moans and cries of his name only further spur him on.

Soon, his hips come to a stop when he’s sheathed fully inside you, letting out a long, low groan as his creamy spend coats your insides. 

“Fffuuuck!”

You sigh at the warmth of his seed, biting your lip when he draws back and pulls out of you slowly. He’s much more tame in his post-orgasmic haze, falling to his knees behind you and smacking your ass.

“Lemme see all the cum I put in you, sweet girl. Push it all back out for me.”

Clenching, you open your legs just a bit more as you force his pearly white spend back out of your walls and onto the floor. Kylo watches, humming with a small smirk as the creamy liquid spills from your puffy cunt.

“Mm, you took so much in there.” He murmurs, nipping at the globes of your ass.

When his hand suddenly comes up and gives your cunt a harsh smack, you nearly scream out loud, head falling forward onto the comforter.

“Oh!”

His thick digits smear some slick over your clit and begin to rub quick, swift circles over the engorged bud. You’re already so sensitive, it takes only a minute or two to bring you right back up to the edge.

“Ky-lo--ohhh!”

He lands another harsh smack on your cunt, enjoying the way your hips jump. Leaning forward so that his lips are right at your ear, his low voice sends a shiver down your spine.

“Cum.”

His smacks become focused on your clit, then, repeatedly landing on the sensitive bud and you’re in tears from the sweet sting. You bury your face in the fluffy comforter as you cum with a loud cry, wanting to muffle the noise from neighboring guests.

“Mmfffhhh!!”

Kylo watches your body reacts to his touch, hips jerking with each little brush of your clit as he takes you through it with his fingers, maximizing your pleasure and prolonging your high.

“Mmmmahhh! Fffffuuuuuck!”

“Good girl.”

You’re shaking, trembling as Kylo guides you through, then withdraws to allow you to come down. You flop down on the bed, then, limbs acting like nothing more than flimsy noodles.

He lays down next to you and smiles, kissing at the crook of your neck and your cheek. His arm drapes across your abdomen, hugging you close.

“You’re incredible. Thank you for being mine, for putting up with me. I appreciate it more than you know.”

You look over at him with a soft smile, kissing the bridge of his nose gently. “Hey, you have to put up with all of my shenanigans, too. I say it’s a square deal.”

Kylo laughs, resting his head on your chest, where the sound of your steady heartbeat soon lulls him off to sleep.

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Here is a second one for all the Conrad Hawkins fans out there ☺️

Feedback is always welcome: HATE IS NOT 💞✨

“A Different Kind of Battlefield”

Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader

Warnings - Slight angst, emotional and physical burnout. Happy ending 💕

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The third cup of coffee I put into my system 2 hours ago was beginning to disappear. Great. Even caffeine is struggling to keep my body going. My mind feels like I am on auto-pilot as it is.

Unfortunately for me, this was just a regular occurrence since Red Rock Mountain Medical made their way onto Chastain grounds. Budget cuts, longer hours and loss of staff are just some of the reasons why I am basically pulling triple shifts.

There isn’t enough nurses to keep this place running like it should. Not that the people higher up the chain care; with their dapper clothing, fancy sports cars and the ability to do whatever they want despite the affect on others.

Scratching at my eyes to force them open, I take a deep breath and continue down the hallway.

Nic passes me and by the look she is giving me I know exactly what is going to come out of her mouth.

I quickly raise my hand and shake my head towards her just as her pager begins to beep.

“I am fine Nic, seriously. Go, your patients need you”

I was in fact not fine, but it wasn’t like I had a choice in the matter.

It was incredibly overwhelming, and I needed somewhere quiet. I needed to collect myself, just for five minutes. I quickly found myself in the nearest supply closet. I embraced the darkness and slid down the wall, welcoming the coolness from the floor and forced my head between knees in an effort to control my breathing.

I wasn’t aware of how long I stayed in that position, but I was startled when the door opens swiftly. I scramble from the floor and straighten out my uniform. The door clicked shut smoothly and I look up to see my boyfriend and third year resident, Conrad Hawkins.

He stood there for a moment taking in my dishevelled appearance; the dark circles under my eyes, creased uniform with a coffee stain down the front and the nest forming on top of my head which is currently passing as hair… barely.

“You look like hell” he concludes, his voice low, but soft.

I let out strangled laugh, “Thanks”

Tears of stress and tiredness well up in my eyes and I didn’t have the strength to stop them. Conrad immediately surges forward, catching me as I slide back down the wall of the closet, my body too weak to be currently supporting me.

My head rests in his lap as he hold me tightly. I sob and sob till I couldn’t anymore.

“It’s okay, I’m here, I got you” he repeats these affirmations continually as I finally release the horded emotion that I stored over the last few weeks.

He wipes the tears away from my face, no matter how many times they fall as I clutch onto any part of him that I could reach, desperate for comfort and that feeling of safety he provides.

My body finally relaxes, and I am able to look up to the man holding me. Conrad’s eyes were filled with a mixture of love and sympathy.

My voice is raw, and I struggle to get my next words out.

“Why… why do they do this to us?”

He leans down to kiss my forehead. I breath him in, before he pulls back to answer.

“It is a broken system; we just have to keep fighting to change it”

Oh, I knew it was a broken system all right, Chastain being one of the worst with situations like former Doctor Lane Hunter and the likes QuoVadis.

‘A different kind of battlefield’ Conrad called it.

“We can do this baby; we can make a change” He whispers as he fiddles with free pieces of my hair.

“I am not saying we can’t but it’s draining, I mean just look at me” My bottom lip trembles once more, threating another onslaught of tears.

“Shh, Shh, it’s going to be just fine. I promise.” Conrad’s grip tightens on me as he cradles me in his lap, swaying back and forth ever so slightly.

I stay there, listening to the sounds of my heart as the rhythm slowly returns back to normal. It was then I realised that I couldn’t fight the sleep I desperately needed anymore.

When I find myself next awake, I am between the plump cotton sheets of my bed… with an unforgiving headache.

I groan and force myself into a sitting position, to see Conrad ready with a glass of water and aspirin. I take them gratefully.

Conrad glides into the right side of the bed, planting a kiss on me before asking how I feel.

I give him a small smile “Better. Thank you”

I lean my forehead against his, we stay there for a moment before he speaks up again.

“Nic helped me get you home. We are both going to Bell in the morning. The hospital needs more nurses.”

I lay back down, cuddling into him. I looked at him with such great admiration and love. I don’t know what I would without him, or Nic for that matter.

“You are a great man Hawkins”

He just laughs wraps his arm around my waist.

“Go back to sleep Y/N. I will be here when you wake up”

30, 77, 82 ☺️

30. How often do you masturbate:

So this gets asked a lot lol. Short answer is depends. There are some weeks where I just can’t seem to get enough and it will be a daily occurrence. Upwards of 5/6. And then I can go weeks without it at all, but it probably say daily.

77. Have you had/ do you want to have a threesome:

I have not? Not of my own choice I should say, but that’s a long story. I’d like to have one. There’s something appealing about being able to have all that attention. My biggest hurdle is I don’t share well, soooo I wouldn’t be able to be in a relationship, I’d have to do it while single and that proves harder to find than you’d think.

82. Most embarrassing sexual story:

Lol 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈

I was in my house butt naked, having a grand old time. Decided I was feeling a little needy. Soooo I started to play; forgetting my door was unlocked. Right as I had myself bent over my bed and starting to cum…. Someone walked in😳😳😳… full rear view with my fingers inside me as I’m squirting on my bedroom floor. 🤦‍♀️

hello lissi it is lovely anon here! i stumbled upon this and was wondering if you've seen it?! hope you're doing well. i speak barely any spanish with a rudimentary grasp of italian and decent french -- without understanding a word, it's his voice that just?! imagine the og 5 reading you a love poem and being too shy to translate.. www(.)youtube(.)com/watch?v=OT9VhFu1GGo

lovely nonnie you are sharing the braincell!! i was planning on starting a fluffy friday today and this is a blessed start ☺️ (though late as i admit, i’ve been distracted today)

yes i have seen that video, it’s very soothing -yearning sigh- and english subs are there if you need them (gods know i don’t speak a lick of spanish beyond endearments) but it is just nice to listen to his voice. you’re right :’)

og 5 headcanons under the cut, 1k :)

Din doesn’t do love poems, he’s probably not even heard one. Or at least if he has the Mandalorian version is pretty different to what you’d expect. But the number of times he’s said something to you in Mando’a without translating? It’s a lot. Important things he always comes back to and translates at a later time - you always find out in the end because Din is an honest person and he doesn’t lie. But he’s still getting to grips with his emotions and learning to actually verbalise them? Oh is that a hell of a learning curve at times. So big things? He probably says in Mando’a first - it just feels safer that way. He can experience what it’s like to put those feelings out there, get use to the feel of them in his mouth before he needs to worry about how you react. And then he just gets really comfortable doing that? I think Din probably spends a lot of time in his head. Oh he’s learnt to start to talk to the child a lot but that’s easy. Talking to you and about a relationship? That’s difficult. Until it isn’t. Because he’s spent so much time telling you so much in Mando’a that it’s become comfortable. And even more than that? You’ve seamlessly accepted another part of him and his culture and that means so much. — Ezra grew up speaking common same as you, but maybe unlike you Ezra has been around a lot - little intimidates him and if it did new experiences would be pretty damn low on that list. I’m not going to come out and say he’s an incredible polygot but I’m willing to bet he has a rudimentary understanding of a fair number of languages. And Ezra likes to read a lot in foreign languages. He likes to play with the sounds on his tongue, likes learning to roll them around his mouth. He knows that sometimes a thought and a feeling can be better expressed in a tongue different to his own native one. Love poems can be a fair occurrence because Ezra likes courting you and that doesn’t stop even when he’s confident he has you. But the times when he just suddenly comes out with an expression in a language you don’t recognise? They’re always special moments. Ezra isn’t shy - I don’t think you could ever use that word to describe him - so he translates it for you immediately and it’s always paired with physical affections because the two are intimately linked for Ezra. — Frankie is the definition of shy at times. But more than shy he’s also insecure. The first time he called you by some endearment he probably had a complete panic. Like straight up spiralled, he needed to go check out for a second. It took Santi heading over and talking him out of that one but even then he was still quieter around you for a while - he’s thinking about how you must have completely seen through him, how of course you aren’t interested in him so he should just stop talking to you. But you didn’t hate it? You didn’t reject it? So over time, bit by bit, he got more confident around you with it. But he also couldn’t bring himself to be so outright in his affections. So he started calling you querida. Often not around the others and particularly not around Santi cos he might be a (well-meaning) ass and explain it to you. But it was there. And you could either tell it meant something to him or you knew what it meant but regardless you knew it wasn’t something to bring up straight away. So it stayed and it settled as part of your relationship. If you need something translating from Spanish you often go to Frankie. There’s no solid reason you can’t go to any of the others (except maybe Benny, his Spanish is shit.) But it’s just nice to hear him speak his native tongue, it helps you feel closer to him. Over time you both get braver with it, this way that you can communicate your feelings without speaking directly. And then out of no where Frankie one day quotes Shakespeare to you in Spanish. The topic had come up and he had remembered something from high school. Before he even thought about what he was doing came out. He was shy about it but even more so when you finally asked him what querida meant, bolstered by the moment. — Javier doesn’t do love

poems. He’s just not that kind of guy. Openly emotional? Spouting flowery language? Nope. Though it’s not because he’s shy - beyond being a whole bundle of messy emotions it’s just not his way. But you know…if you asked him to read you a poem in Spanish he would. And when he sees your reaction he gets smug. Really? It’s that easy? Ok maybe he could do this a few more times just for your reaction and because seeing you happy just…well it takes some of the edges off. — Whiskey is not shy, no sir. Now he’s all about grand gestures but truthfully that’s kind of part of his whole persona? He thinks he needs to do all these big things to distract cos Agent Whiskey is really fucking shit with his emotions. He’s probably almost definitely quoted the odd line of poetry or some sort similar to you at some point as part of his whole mating dance. It’s cute but often makes you roll your eyes because really? But he has this disconnect between his emotions and that disconnect also happens to tie into his persona, who he is and his use of his native tongue. Agent Whiskey is slick and larger than life and dripping in charm.  Joaquin “Jack” Daniels is…smaller. And a hell of a lot more vulnerable. He’s the man to quote poetry to you in Spanish and to be, maybe not shy, but actually insecure. He’s the man that has said a line of the soppiest poetry he knows because the moment took him and shit he really is in love. And no he will not elaborate on that right now.

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