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A compilation of silly little things Chris does while perfoming / in MVs that I am very fond of, lol. (Warning: flashing / throbbing lights ahead!)

Beating the shit out of the nasty air Idk but I LOVE when this man goes feral, lmao. It really does pump you up, y'know??

2. The dramatic hands to the sky

Very theatrical, very cathartic. I love it.

Bonus: whenever he does a silly little dance.

Sorry, I only had these two MVs handy to bring as examples, lol. But I rest my case. Anything this man does is absolutely adorkable and I love it.

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Do you think any of the MIW guys would be scared of asking for certain things? Like they know what they want or like but they’re scared to bring it up?

I think a lot of them would be hesitant to ask for anything, especially things that don’t revolve around sex.

I think Vinny would be the worst about admitting he needs help with something. He always says he’s got it, he knows what he’s doing. He doesn’t.

Chris would be scared to ask for reassurance, I don’t think he’d like to admit that he’s ever insecure in your relationship.

I think Ricky would learn to swallow his pride and ask for help, but he hates asking for favors if he can’t give something back.

Ryan would be the type to be fine asking for help, but hates asking for anything new in the bedroom, even if it’s something he really wants to try.

Justin, on the other hand, is the opposite of Ryan. He’s more than comfortable talking about anything sex related, but opening up about his genuine emotions? Not so much. He’d be nervous to ask if you two can talk

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Will we eventually get a fic inspired by those anon thots of being Rob Zombie's kid and the MIW and BO crew fighting for you?

Unfortunately, I don’t think it’s something I’d be interested in writing, but if anyone else wants to take over/write the idea feel free to :)

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Please contact me about commissions, I'm urgently asking because I have a week to come up with over $500 to cover hotel and gas costs, and my Mom and I doing DoorDash isn't enough. It'd only waste our time and gas, and then money. I really want to do things for people to keep a roof over our head. I may not be artistc, but I try to do what I can with filling in OC bases, writing, doing moodboards, making OCs for people based on picrews and my own imagination and writing, etc.

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Will we get a fic based on those horny anon thots aout the MIW VS Bad Omens for the reader?

Probably not any time soon since I’m so busy with classes and prepping for exams right now, but if I’m feeling inspired, I might write it once classes are out for the summer :)

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URGENT

After months of trying to have stability, we were screwed over twice, by our roommate and my Mom's boyfriend. To last us until Thursday and then a week after, because we are gonna use my Mom's tax check that we're struggling to get cashed, we need at least $200 for a day/two days/three days. I'm asking anyone for donations via my Mom's paypal or for commissions that I've displayed before, like filling in OC bases and making adoptables and OCs using picrews, writing stuff here on my main blog for anything I've posted, making moodbards, etc.

I am not giving out my Mom's PayPal directly here because it's her email. See my KoFi for it or DM me, I think KoFi shows it unless that is private. If you need credit to know this is a real thing, ask my friends: spookieolson and minttea31

Anything helps. I'm asking because she's asking, and I am tired of getting handouts from friends.

PLEASE BE AWARE I DO NOT DRAW AND I DO NOT CONDONE ALL REQUESTS. Picrew, blank bases, other OC maker platforms, websites used for moodboards, AI help, images used on boards, and other sources other than my original designs or writings are NOT MINE TO CLAIM.

See on my pinned posts HERE (motionlessindoubt) and on my WOF blog (moondrift-the-icenight) for all details or anything needed to understand commissions.

Minors are OKAY to interact if SFW

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Munch Noah with his head between your thighs and muttering praises on how good you taste as he takes his time eating you outtt 😩

Oh my god😵‍💫

Noah’s hum vibrated across your skin as he worked his lips over your swollen pussy. “Oh- Noah,” you moaned, his hair tufting out between your vise like grip against his scalp. Noah moaned again in response. His eyes were closed in pleasant ecstasy like he wasn’t the one doing all the work. “You taste so good,” he muttered before spearing his tongue into you. The sensation was enough to make you cry out and arch your back; he quickly countered by locking his arms over your hips, all without raising his head. He was practically making out with you by now, completely absorbed. “Hold still babygirl, m’not even close to finished.”

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What in the gremlin fuck is that- 😭

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i feel like we dont talk about this enough

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Rooftops- Ryan Sitkowski x gn!reader

Content Warnings: none, just fluff :)

Word Count: 1.2k

Author's Note: I finally have my motivation and inspiration back, at least for a little while!

This story is a complete work of fiction portraying the likeness of a real person or persons in a fictional situation

The chilly February breeze sifts through your hair as you stare out at the setting sun over the Pennsylvania hills. A buzz from your back pocket startles you and you reach down to retrieve your phone, roof tiles scraping your knuckles in the process. You scoop your hand back over your forehead to remove the stray locks as you squint at the adjusting light of your phone. Blood rushes to your cheeks and your lips part slightly as the name leaps out at you through the screen. Ryan. You haven’t talked to him for months. Tight emotion envelopes your chest at the memories you had shared with him before he moved out of state. Regrettably, none of those memories contained anything romantic…not for lack of trying.

Your frozen thumb swipes up on the screen of your phone to open the message and your cheeks flush further.

Ry: [Hey are you in town?]

Confusion clouds your mind about why he would possibly need to know before you remember his instagram story from the other day. Rehearsals for motionless’ upcoming tour was this week. Ryan was here in town, or probably still is. Your train of thought is interrupted by another buzz.

Ry: [And do you have any plans?]

You rush to respond.

Me: [Yeah I’m just at home]

Your fingers hover over the keyboard before they swipe and tap as fast as they can in the frosty air.

Me: [Wanna come over?]

You regret sending the message the minute the fine print changes from “delivered” to “read”. Why the fuck would you invite him over? You’d barely talked to him the last few months, why would he want to come over? He was probably just going to ask about equipment for the tour; you’d toured with them as a tech for a couple years after all. You looked down at the grass and sidewalk beyond the rain gutter and bird droppings in front of you. Damn. Not high enough.

Ry: [Sure be there in a few]

Fifteen agonizing minutes later, you catch a glimpse of a matte black car weaving down the corner towards your house. You don’t recognize it, but it parks right along the curb, the tires nearly slipping over the house number painted over the chipped cement. A familiar figure ducks out from under the car before shoving his palm against the door to seal it closed, and your heart rate increases tenfold at the mere sight of him. He hasn’t noticed you on your perch yet, though your bright blanket contrasting the dark roof should have caught his eye. As he starts up the walk, his fingers pinch into his back pocket to retrieve his phone and swipes across the screen. He glances up, back down, and stops abruptly before craning his head up and crumpling his face against the fading light.

“Hey,” he calls up to you, amused. His phone hangs precariously on the hammock of his fingers.

“Hey,” you shyly call back down.

“So…should I just let myself in? Or should I wait for you to come down?”

Heat blooms at the apples of your cheeks. “Come on up. As long as you can still remember the way.”

Ryan’s lips split up into a lopsided grin. “It hasn’t been that long.” He disappears beneath the awning of your house and you’re left to nature’s silence for a minute or so before the sound of your bedroom door creaks through the window behind you. Heavy footsteps precede a grunt and you turn to see Ryan heaving himself through your open window. Your own face cracks with concealed laughter as he struggles to slide onto the tiled roof.

“Need a hand?”

Ryan slips down a few feet, skidding to a stop next to you before huffing. “Nope.” He slips his hands against one another, years worth of calluses scraping together. “How long have you been up here? It’s freezing.” Your lips twitch up at the corners and you hold out the side of your mossy green blanket to him. 

“Not long, 15 minutes max.” He pinches the blanket between his fingers and pulls it around his shoulders, scooting closer to you, but not close enough to touch. You can feel the taught space between the two of you, and you know he is hyper aware of it as well; like a dense, foggy current molding and curving against your bodies. 

“So,” he muses.

“So,” you return with equal intelligence. “How’s rehearsal?”

Ryan shrugs, the blanket lifting off your shoulder for a brief moment. “Y’know, the same it always is.”

“Good?”

“Yeah, good,” he agrees with a small nod, staring out at the fading light. Ryan looks so beautiful in the orange glow of the setting sun. His skin seems to glow in the illumination and it compliments his gorgeous dark eyes. Eyes that catch you staring and crinkle up at the corners. “What?” He laughs.

“Nothing,” you chuckle, scratching the blanket between your white tipped fingers. Ryan lets out a disbelieving noise and you drop your hands to your lap while rolling your head to look at him playfully. “You’re a stubborn ass.”

“You were looking at me weird, I just wanna know why,” he laughs in defense. You puff out your cheeks and release a tight breath of chilly air. 

“Your eyes look pretty in the sun,” you relent and his lashes flutter down a few times in surprise. 

“Huh?” 

Heat bleeds across the peak of your cheeks. “I said your eyes are pretty in the sun.” You lift a hand and drop it in the general direction of the horizon. 

“Just wanted to check,” Ryan mumbles shyly behind lips pursed to conceal a smile. He looks as though he’s never been told that before. You know he doesn’t receive as many compliments and praises as the other guys in the band, it’s something he’s opened up to you about in the past. He pretends not to care, but you know better. Your eyes drift over his face. The ring haloing his nose, the scruff on his tour worn skin, his pink lips now cracked from the cold, dry air. And you don’t know what made you do it, maybe it was the colors shifting the mood of the night, maybe it was the glance he stole of your own lips, but you felt an unexplainable pull towards him. A pull that tugged until your lips met his in a chaste peck. And god, did your heart croon at the feel of it, of him. Sandpaper fingertips brush up your cheekbone and along your hairline as you pull away for a moment. Only long enough to look deep into those velvet eyes. 

Then his hand is at the nape of your neck, desperately pulling you back to him. Lips slide and taste each other as you both refuse to pull away. You don’t think you could. He tastes like a leftover autumn evening, like a warm sap that thaws you from the inside out. Reluctantly, you part and gasp for air, each breath puffing against the other’s lips and cheek. Ryan’s face slowly cracks into a joyful laugh. A cathartic sound that compliments the look in his eyes as he gazes down at you. You’ve never seen him look at you like that before. You feed off of it and your face splits as well, your forehead dropping to meet his shoulder. The fabric smells like him. Those same rough fingertips travel along the skin of your neck to your back as they gently explore. He presses his damp lips into your hairline before mumbling. “Looks like I need to spend more time on rooftops.”

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Sid you see Ricky's new tattoo!? It looks so good!

I did yeah!! I love it so much it’s a really cool design! This is it for anyone who didn’t see :)

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Ricky getting more bulky ... Let's stick to his music and writing talent . As a guy now he isn't my type

It’s not his job, nor anyone else’s, to be “your type”. He’s a human fucking being with a personal life and goals, him being a celebrity doesn’t change that. He doesn’t owe you, or anyone else, anything and he shouldn’t get shit on for posting his progress. Stay off my blog if you think otherwise.

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Via Ricky’s ig story

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I'm just thinking out loud but...I know people like to make ricky and vin the biggest subs just because they're sort of the pretty twinks of the band (I mean, fair ig) but out of all of them...idk justin seems so subby and soft to me like I know he's a big guy but with the way he carries himself, he's sort of shy and I feel like he sometimes likes it when the other members tease him or push him around (his own wife fr just made a tweet about wanting to get him pregnant recently too lmfao)

Sorry this took so long to get to😭 I can totally see Justin as a sub, especially with the things Shae posts on her twitter lol I feel like he’d like to just let someone else take control so he can give his brain a break and not have to try so hard or worry about anything

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Oh my godddd I need him

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I don't remember seeing Ricky post pictures with a woman or Gayle?

Plus he shared this

https://x.com/rickyolsonx/status/1866886089308508200?t=VM7Sng3XXOCnYMytkKwnPA&s=19

True, someone said it was posted on Gayle’s husband’s instagram story so I can’t confirm. They could just be friends or they could be recently together🤷‍♀️

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