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daily-magoranza · 2 months
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I’m glad you’re okay
yea, doing a little normal
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HOW MANY SHOTS … Men of Mayans M.C. Edition.
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Ladies, this is me traveling back in time to season 2. I refuse to acknowledge anything past the VM Mess. Also, this started as How Many Shots, but then full moon happened and wine helped. So here we are.
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Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa: there was enough raspberry vodka involved to fully unleash my inner brat
Smirk King with the Biggest Flex and enough machismo to talk you into going home with him about two hours after you two met in a bar.
Swagger Personified owns a bedroom with a full-length mirror on.every.wall and the ceiling above the bed. He’s a narcissistic little shit like that, but it’s OK because you get to watch his fantastic fucking forearms as he spanks the sass out of you.
Good Dios de los Mayans, those forearms…
And all the dirty talk under the Sun
“Look in that mirror, querida, you’re such a dripping fucking mess, sprawled on a stranger’s bed with absolutely no shame. You’re in big trouble now. Nah, don’t be moaning now. I see you, see how you need my cock to get you out of this sticky situation”
Growls as he comes {OK, might also look like an unbalanced werewolf at the time, but that’s beside the point. If that’s not your kink then just close your eyes and focus on the sounds}
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Che ‘Taza’ Romero: 2 glasses of rum for my stage fright
During full moon in the orchard behind Vicky’s place, in the bed of his truck while Lynyrd Skynyrd's Voodoo Lake plays softy in the background. Those are my terms.
Simultaneously the dirtiest and most sensual lay of your life
Missionary man at heart, but after the first round will just lay back and enjoy the view of your boobs bouncing as you ride him in the moonlight.
All the praises and assurances murmured against every.accessible.inch of your skin.
Loves when you grip his throat and choke him when he’s getting close. Will whimper for you to do it HARDER.
Comes with a soft gasp.
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Marcus ‘Él Padrino’ Álvarez: half a bottle of wine, to conveniently forget he’s married and Izzy knows how to handle a shotgun
Probably in a out-of-the-way cabin somewhere in the woods, with a fireplace and a hot tub out back
El Rein de Foreplay, either pulls you onto his lap to watch the stars from the back porch and uses that to reduce your higher brain functions to needy, whimpering throbbing mess as he uses his hands to massage your neck and back.
Or
Insists on slow-dancing in front of the fireplace, which WILL turn into a sloppy, mutual strip-dancing session and both of you collapsing onto the couch in a fit of giggles.
Best.Tongue.Game in the Mayans Nation
He will hold your hands with nothing but reverence, gently caress your neck, as he calls you the dirtiest, filthiest, most arousing names in the book; in four languages
Possesses more than an adequate ability to hit your factory reset until you go from “Make me” to “How can I help you, sir?”
Never passes an opportunity to playfully smack your ass when you get up from the bed to make him that bloody sandwich, but hey, the man did earn it.
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Hank ‘Tranq’ Loza: None. But I’ll take that triple espresso so I don’t drift off during the amazing full-body massage I’ll make him unleash on my body.
You just know he’s itching to let his inner romantic out to play, the rose petals, the candles - so just please shut up and endure. For his benefit.
The man needs all the affection and praise in the world. Even though he will deny it.
Might need to tie him up, so he’s got no choice but to just lie there and enjoy himself for once.
His stroke game is an intoxicating mix of dominance and gentleness
Not a big talker, but his moans tell you all you need to know
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Ángel Reyes: A gallon of disinfectant for him *There ain’t no way I’d go spelunking in that hazmat situation
Homeboy needs a raincoat and not Galindo kind.
Seems to think Steel Panther’s ‘Party like it’s the end of the world’ is appropriate bedroom anthem
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aurum-rays · 3 months
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Cautious
Conscious
Conscience
Conscientious
Consciousness
Nothing. Just me fighting the pronunciation lord.
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You ever have those moments where an idea just... won't leave your head?
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petricorah · 7 months
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ngl i did not expect izzy hands to be my favorite character in season 2, but here we are. [id in alt]
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royalarchivist · 3 months
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Mine: Refer to me however you want!
Mike: Yeah, for me too. I think I use all pronouns too.
[They high-five and fist-bump each other]
Mine:
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[via @barbmine]
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epickiya722 · 4 months
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... they even have similar hairstyles and clothing designs...
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fandomwe1rd0 · 2 months
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Just finished rewatching fear no Mort. Crying. Vomiting. Sobbing. Morty's greatest fear is that Rick doesn't care about him, when Rick cares so so so so so much. I would even go as far as to say he cares about Morty more than anyone else. He could've just walked away if he didn't care about Morty. But he stayed and immediately sounded happy when Morty was shown to be fine. He even tried to hug Morty back...but Morty was terrified that if Rick hugged him back he would still be in the hole...
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The fact that Rick didn't jump into the hole when Morty told him not to, even if he could've seen Diane again. The way he has a picture of Morty in his wallet, the fact that it's well worn out, the fact that it's in the front pocket, the fact he walked away looking so proud of his grandson...he immediately disproved what Morty was scared of and Morty didn't even see it. I...I cry
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ying-doodles · 2 months
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hold onto each other like they are the last thing you have left in the world.
:)
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egophiliac · 1 year
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IMPORTANT QUESTION
My friends and I have started calling you the irl version of Lilia and we wished to know if you can cook because we are worried for the home if you cannot
(This is a light hearted joke)
I can (more or less) follow a recipe, which gives me the advantage! >:D ...although it is true then when left to my own devices I default to "dump in a bunch of random spices and see what happens". I...I just really like cayenne and turmeric okay --
other than that (and all the other many things that are different about us) Lilia and I are, y'know, basically identical.
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aeriona · 3 months
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How Inkfish Change their Ink Colour
Here's an extremely long, (poorly) illustrated speculatory post about how ink and inksports could THEORETICALLY work in Splatoon! yippee!
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Ink is a mucous that Inklings, Octolings and Cuttlings produce with their ink sac, where it can be expelled through the mouth and siphon (and through the skin via the ink vessels, but don't worry about that just yet). You can take a look at my diagram of the ink vessels here.
Spitting up or sweating ink is a common stress response in ink-bearing cephalopods, it also serves as an extremely rude gesture if you happen to aim it at someone else's face.
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Inkfish actually can't change ink colour on their own, so instead they have to rely on artificial means to brighten and saturate the colour into something more easily recognisable.
The history behind inksports is extensive. In ancient times, inkfish would use naturally occurring dyes (such as clay, plants etc.) to change their ink colour, often to denote a particular social group. In modern times, colours are artificially synthesised and treated to have a minimal impact on the inkfish's body as possible, as believe it or not constantly eating red clay wasn't exactly good for you.
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The colour of an Inkling or Octoling's skin is determined by chromatophores, which can be basically any colour or shade they choose. The chromatophores function completely independently from the ink sac, so it's possible to have differing skin and ink colours (although you'd probably confuse your teammates a fair bit).
This is fine and cool and all, but how do inkfish prevent different team colours from just blending all together in a match? WELL! While turfing capsules also change ink colour, they can also alter the chemical qualities of the ink itself by introducing something called polarity!
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There are two kinds of turfing ink- polar and nonpolar. In easy terms (I am not a chemist), it's what allows two different colours of ink to sit on top of each other in separate layers instead of diluting together like paint. Before a match starts, each turfing team is given dye capsules in their respective team colour, with each team having opposing polarities to prevent inks from mixing together during the game.
Before technology got involved, people would simply use oil and water to prevent one ink colour from mixing with another's. Nowadays, oil and fat derivatives are commonplace as it's less likely to cause health problems as the body slowly processes it out.
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Splatting works when enemy ink reacts with the outermost ink vessels in an opposing team member's skin, forcing the victim to contract their ink sac and spit up all their ink (usually in the form of a super-jump back to spawn, though in the moment it's not uncommon to overshoot it). It's also possible to splat someone with blunt force trauma, but we tend to call that assault. Splatting is usually not dangerous, but it's still not a terribly pleasant experience and is somewhat painful, akin to a nasty static shock.
This splatting reaction is also why water is used in turf stages as a restrictive barrier, as water causes the same splatting reaction in the body as enemy ink does (at least until the dye wears off).
Okay that's all I got, I'm not gonna go into ink weapon mechanics because I'm tired... perhaps another day haha. Hopefully that all made sense and I apologise deeply if it didn't. Feel free to shoot me an ask if something needs to be cleared up or explained in further detail haha
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andy-clutterbuck · 5 months
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4x11 | Claimed
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gummi-ships · 5 months
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Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - Symphony of Sorcery
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its-jaytothemee · 10 hours
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A Blanket of Bear
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Word count: 1,098 one shot
Tags: Halsin x reader, fluff, fluff without plot, ear nibbles, soft Halsin
Summary: Halsin refuses to take a break since the two of you returned to Thaniel's Realm. Luckily for him, you always know what he wants without him needing to ask.
A/N: Just some more Halsin fluff that nobody asked for but you all definitely need. A quick one shot from a prompt in a discord server. Enjoy some tooth-rotting marshmallow fluff and ear nibbles.
Bedtime must have been an ordeal tonight.
You sit in your bed, book in hand, waiting for Halsin to finish his nightly rounds with the children. Normally, you’d be there helping but he insisted you get the evening off. The past week or so had been a long one. Two of the old buildings in Reithwin were crumbling beyond repair, causing a significant delay in rebuilding. On top of that, a couple of the children dared each other to eat spoiled mushrooms, causing a fever to spread through many of them. Then today, you found out that the new berry patch you had started a few weeks ago had been infected with a blight and had to be burned away.
You’d really hoped to have fresh berries to top the honey cake you planned to make for Halsin’s birthday.
Over the sound of the fire crackling in front of you, you hear the soft clack of your cottage’s door opening and closing. The familiar sound of his footsteps causes you to mark the page you were reading before setting it to the side. Not a moment later, Halsin is standing in the doorway.
“My heart.” He has a tired smile on his face, his eyes look heavy, and his shoulders are drooping.
“What is it, love?” You hold your hand out, inviting him closer.
“Just the fatigue of an old druid trying to keep up with eighty-some children.” He takes a deep breath before coming to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Then you should have let me help you.” You reach out and gently stroke his back. “You know, I could always give you an evening off as well. I’d say you more than deserve it.”
“Oh no, that’s not necessary. Besides, I shudder to think what chaos the children will cause should I fail to deliver a bedtime story.” His affectionate chuckle makes you feel warm from head to toe. He would never admit it, but he was tired. As much as he adored the children in their care and how much he believed in their cause of building this community, he just wouldn’t admit that the past months had also exhausted him to the bone.
“I can tell stories! I’ve told many, you may remember.” You cross your arms, a playful scowl clouding your face.
“Yes, usually with my help if I’m not mistaken.” He smiles that perfect smile at you, the one that makes your heart flutter, and your cheeks redden.
“Well, you do have the best voices for the monsters, my love.”
He leans over and presses his forehead to yours before placing a light kiss on your lips.
“You’re so sweet to worry about me, my heart. But this task was one I decided for myself, for us. I owe it to you and everyone else here to see it through.”
“Halsin,” you reach up to tuck a runaway hair behind his ear, “you don’t have to be everything for everyone every second of the day. You’ve spent more than enough time feeling responsible for others. Let someone take care of you for once.”
“Well, that’s what I have you for, is it not? The only person in a century to give me the chance to sit and enjoy nature once again.” He kisses the back of your hand before staring back into your eyes. Those gorgeous, hazel eyes have seen every part of you, loved every part of you.
“Of course.” You smile back at him, knowing exactly what he wants right now, although he’s never willing to ask it of you.
You scoot back in the bed to lean against the headboard, a pillow propped behind your back for comfort. A knowing grin tugs at his lips from the movement. You hold your arms out, inviting him to come lay against you. He turns his back to you, snuggling himself between your legs, laying his head on your chest.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, letting your hands rest on his chest. He takes a few deep breaths as he relaxes into your embrace. With every stroke of your hand across his torso, he melts further into you. You slowly trace your fingers around his shoulders, the lines and grooves memorized from your nights together. He mirrors the light touches on your thighs, sending shivers throughout your body.
Halsin nestles himself further in between your legs, his warm body a comforting weight pinning you down. You know that if you can get him to relax just a little further, he’ll easily drift into a trance in your arms.
You continue your gentle massaging, easing the tension in his muscled shoulders and earning you soft, content sighs. When you run your hands through his hair he leans further into your touch.
“My heart?” He asks with the tired tone of a child fighting a nap.
“Yes, my bear?”
“Would you…” He trails off, still not willing to ask for anything for himself. You smile to yourself, thankful that you know what he wants without him needing to ask.
You pull him closer to you, once again wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Despite his size, he always feels so much smaller when you hold him like this. Like he shrinks himself down to fit into your embrace better. You lean forward a little so you can press a kiss into the skin where his hair meets his neck, just behind his ear. Slowly, you move your lips to his ear, grazing them up and down the edge, every now and then pausing to nip in the spots he liked – the pointed tip, the lobe. Your gentle nibbles cause little bumps to rise up all over his skin. You let your lips wander up and down his neck before coming back to his ears, those perfect kissable ears. Alternating between kissing and nipping his earlobes and nuzzling your face into his hair and neck, you hear his breathing slow down and you notice his eyelids have stopped fluttering.
 “I love you, Halsin.” You lean forward just a little more to whisper the words to him.
A small murmur escapes his lips, cutting through his trance to make sure you know he feels the same. “I love you, my heart.”
He may not be willing to take an evening off yet, but you can sleep soundly next to him knowing how relaxed he is in your arms. Knowing that at least for tonight, he’ll rest.
And how lucky for you to fall asleep with your loving bear as a blanket.
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Frank Frankly: Resident Bug Relocator.
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