#Whatsupp

[vialents]

HI

Hello, even

[volontre]

Volontré - What's Up feat. Jackie - Making Of [#meccanoproject - Sylvester Live Session] 2018/19 with MarinaP, Falca, Milioni, Jackie Audio Recording: Giacomo Vaccai Video Recording: Emilia Trevisani #meccano è un progetto di collaborazione artistica. Ingranaggi, suoni, melodie, parole, rumori. Meccanismi di ritmi in movimento per la creazione di canzoni nuove e istantanee. Elementi, idee e invenzioni come dadi e bulloni sono il collante per assemblare i pezzi tra loro. Ogni sessione di #meccano live si compone di cantanti e musicisti che, come i figli delle stelle, s'incontrano per poi perdersi nel tempo. In una sola sessione di #meccano live vengono scritte, registrate, filmate ed assemblate una o più canzoni istantanee. L'obiettivo non è il risultato ma il piacere della creazione Da un’idea di Alessandra Falca e Emiliano Dominici.

[spandex-if]

Artbreeder may not be everyone's cup of tea, but could we please get ROs physical descriptions, including their height?

i likely won't be making artbreeders, with how contentious it is regarding ai art and creative work, but i might look at getting commissions of them done one day! in the meanwhile, here are their physical descriptions!

hayden/hayley:

has slightly wavy dark brown hair in a two block undercut (m)/cut at shoulder length (f) and hard hazel eyes. hayden styles his hair with a blowdryer every morning while hayley usually puts it up in a simple ponytail or with a claw clip. she has curtain bangs pushed to the sides to frame her face.

they have strong features and the build of an athlete, with warmly tanned skin. hayden is 1.77m (5' 9'') while hayley is 1.67m (5' 4''). at the right corner of their lips is a small, almost unnoticeable scar from where they got into a fight in middle school. often, they wear a slightly irritable and impatient expression on their face (they never used to look at you like that).

they prefer to wear comfortable jeans or khakis with well fitted shirts for ease of movement, and cycle between the same two jackets — a casual black bomber and a brown leather jacket.

(if married prior) the ring that used to be the other half to yours is absent from their left hand, now.

ronan:

they have a slim figure — m!ronan is 1.79m (5' 10'') while f!ronan is 1.69m (5' 6''), with sharp facial features. their hair is a light shade of dirty blond with highlights and their eyes are a shade of pale grey blue. m!ronan's hair is in a layered cut while f!ronan's hair is in a tassel cut that comes down to her chin. f!ronan also likes a dark red lip, if she can be bothered to put it on.

ronan is often dressed in loose, plain linen buttoned shirts (but prefer to leave a few undone) tucked into slacks. sometimes, they pair their outfit with a form fitting suit vest or a slightly oversized jacket. and if they're feeling really generous, a doctor's coat.

they often have a lazy, amused look — much like a cat's.

lin:

rather long-limbed and tall, but they make it work for them. their black hair is in a messy wolf's cut, and their ears are accessorised with silver piercings. their skin tone is quite pale but in very good condition, and their eyes are big and dark, even if they rarely betray what is going on in that mind of theirs.

they're always seen with a pair of headphones around their neck (with active noise cancelling, just because) and dress in loose, oversized hoodies, tees or sweaters — whatever's comfortable. sometimes, when you bump into them while throwing out the trash, they have on a pair of large, wire rimmed glasses.

you often see them with a tote or sling bag, carrying their laptop and headphones over their head. most of the time they look as though they've just rolled out of bed, but hey, they still look good, okay.

scott/stelle:

they have a head of bright red hair — you're not too sure if it's natural. scott's is a curly mop on top of his head, while stelle's is often pulled back into a messy ponytail. aside from that, they are the most average person that has ever averaged. average height at 1.75m (5' 9'') for scott, 1.63m (5' 4'') for stelle. average build. there is a faint smattering of freckles across their cheeks that become more obvious when it's hot or they're embarrassed. they have soft brown eyes — and the speed at which they blink is directly proportional to the numbers of coffees they've had in the morning.

they wear cardigens (one has the picture of a goose with a knife held in its beak) with simple clothes beneath. when they come into the office, you hear the jingle of their bag before you see them — plastic keychains with hero merchandise hanging from almost every available zip.

[krossen]

His holding on to that drink like his life depends on it …

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[pygian-weapon]

Miles O'Brien was like a femboy to Cardassians

[chaoscharred]

One could call it quite unusual for Astral to approach willingly. And with such confidence, too! He was here on a mission. That much was clear. But what could it be?

"I understand how unusual it may be for me to come to you, given the circumstances." There was brief pause before both hands were raised defensively. He was expecting to get at least smacked, so might as well be prepared for it. "Before you slay me on sight, I have a proposition for you. You and I both understand that Astral World poses a grave danger to the nature of balance, but as the Will of Astral World, you will have to go through him before you may complete your goal. I am offering my assistance to you, in exchange for one simple thing."

(( @antitopian <33 ))

He had found him in the garden. Somehow.

Truly, the security of this place had been rather remiss since the war's end, understandably given the shifting culture in light of Chaos' return, but it was still a bit laughable that a presumed 'enemy' could just waltz right to his back with no resistance. He found it amusing more than anything.

Don Thousand gave little indication to show he felt threatened. Mostly because he wasn't. (Any Astral, regardless of corruption or agenda, would always be delicate as a butterfly's wing in any remote setting outside of a duel. There was no concern of danger here.) Although a small huff did leave his nostrils at the mention of his husband, smirk being hidden by some jagged petals as he brought it to his lip.

( Please. He would pay to see that ''fight''. )

Furthermore, Don didn't care much about this Astral's sudden appearance because he was currently enamored with tending to his flora.

One such flower's glow was dimmed and flickering, a shadow compared to its brilliant surrounding sisters. He probably should mention the little unspoken 'predicament' to this deal now that there was a lull.

That being said.

"What proposition might that be?" Don Thousand drawled, slowing his tone to syrup while fingers plucked out the crystal flower with care.

[cupcakeslushie]

Whatsupp, question for the Donnie Kendra au, Donnie is seen to continuously burst into tears in front of Kendra, is this an automatic response due to his trauma? Also, Kendra is a bitch (can i swear?), I'ma be real, i want to stab that girl multiple times in the head and other body places :) have a good day

It is very much a trauma response, but also, Donnie in canon tends to often cry in the face of danger. These examples specifically (some are from this extremely valid post about how Donnie being the “bad boy” in the fandom is very much wishful thinking on Donnie’s part, and has never actually been the case lol…but I only took the examples where he was directly in danger)

so I figured if he was stuck in a constant state of panic for so long, crying would become almost like his first immediate instinct.

[romancefranaticstay]

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ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳˢ: ᴬᴺᴳˢᵀ,....SMUT....END?

sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs…..ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ᴛᴏ LOVERS?

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Song recomondations:

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You were sitting in the music room at your college.

Your electric guitar in your hands, you played some melodies. Your bangs fell slightly before your eyes. The room was full of posters of famous singers, instruments, lights, equipment… Every day you came here to play for at least 2 hours, of course you also played in your own dorm, but your roommate didn't like it. Someone knocked on the door.

'Come in.'

It was one of your good friends, Jeongin.

“Ahh, whatsupp Jeongin.”

“Whatupp rockie.”

He went to the chair that was next to you and turned it around. He leaned his elbows against the backrest and watched your hands play the strings of your electric guitar.

"You're playing well."

"You say that every day." you looked up at him

"Well, I just don't want you to forget."

Jeongin loved looking at your hands because it worked wonders. You never knew he was always staring at your hands, but not only that…. He got up and went to his drums.

'Would you like to play together?'

“Oh sure, go for it.”

He sat down behind his drums.

'Play whatever you want, I'll guide you.'

You played a freaky rhythm, your hands moving quickly over the strings. He grabbed his drum sticks and started to follow your rhythm.

Your beats went well together, it flowed together well. He looked at you and smiled. He really started to go for it, his head went up and down, his hands held his sticks well. Your fingers kept sliding over your strings, you looked up at him, your eyes slid over his muscular arms, beads of sweat rolled down to his fingers due to the tension.

Your fingers and hands were sore for a long time, you put your electric guitar on its stand. You looked at your hands, they looked red.

'Wow…that was good, huh? We should do that more often.'

'Sure sure.'

He stood up and wiped his body with a towel, wiping away the sweat. You felt his hand around your wrist.

"Your hands look red."

"Well, you're not color blind, that's for sure."

He took some kind of cream out of his pocket. He opened the tube and put some of the white stuff on his finger.

'May I?'

'Go ahead…'

His finger slid over the red tense part of your hand. He rubbed it gently as he looked at you. You looked down at your hand and didn't see his strong gaze.

His fingers were long, his hands veiny…you'd never really noticed that before. You always thought they were like that because he gripped his drumsticks so hard… but apparently not.

His fingers continued to caress your hand, even though the cream had already been rubbed in for a long time.

"Your other hand?"

Your other hand slid into his. He gently turned it over and again he rubbed cream into your hand. In the palm of your hand. His fingers slid softly, he just kept holding your hand until you realized. You withdrew your hand.

"Well…thank you…but I have to go now…"

'To go?' disappointment in his voice

You stood up and grabbed your guitar.

'Yes…you know…studies…'

You put it in your suitcase while the two of you talked.

'Oh of course….'

You picked up the suitcase.

"Well…I'll see you later."

you turned and stepped towards the door. Your hand grabbed the door handle.

'Wait!'

you turned your head slowly

'Yes?'

He came a little closer.

'Do you…would you like to maybe…I don't know, go to a concert together…?'

You looked at him a bit strangely

'With me?'

"Yes…there's a Jisung concert…"

“Jisung….?” you asked

'Who is that? I haven't really heard of him yet.'

'Oh yes…they call him a rising star.'

'Real? Well okay cool. When exactly is that concert?'

He took out his mobile phone and looked for the online tickets.

'Tomorrow at 9pm.'

You checked your calendar.

"Okay that's fine, fine."

"I'll pick you up…at your dorm."

"Okay, well I'll be there for sure." you opened the door and waved at him before leaving.

He smiled

'Bye….rockie….'

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At 8 p.m. you started preparing for the concert. You tried something new…some kind of style…with a lot of stars of course. You put on a black corset…just to try something new. You wore a black skirt with black knee socks, with dark blue shoes and a dark blue silhouette vest. You grabbed your bag and put some supplies in it.

The bell rang at 9 p.m. You grabbed your bag and went to the door. When you opened the door you saw Jeongin standing there…he was wearing black pants, a tight dark blue collar with short sleeves…you could see his muscular arms. His hair was messy but at the same time in the perfect place.

He looked at you with wide eyes and admired your figure.

'Wow…' he cleared his throat 'you look…beautiful…'

'Thank you Jeonginiee, you look very cool too, I see?'

He moved a little closer with his hand on your ear.

'Beautiful star earrings…they suit you.'

His fingers played with the earring.

'Thank you. I'm going for a star concept…'

"Looking good Rockie."

There was a pause as he looked you up and down again.

'We go?' you asked.

"Uhmm…yeah sorry…yeah let's go."

He guided you to his car. He opened the car door for you.

'Ladies first.'

'Oh what a charmer, I am flattered.' you joked

He closed the door again when you were seated comfortably.

He started the car. He turned the wheel and drove.

'Exciting right.' he says suddenly

"Yep, it's going to be fun."

'It is….its going to be fun….'

He drove to the large building with many lights. You could already hear loud voices from inside.

"I bought tickets for the front row." he said.

He parked the car close to the building. He grabbed his key and got out of the car. You opened the door.

'What are you doing?' he asked

"Uhmm…step outside?"

he shook his head

'Close the door.'

'Okay….?'

He went to the other side of the car where you were sitting. You wondered what on earth he was doing. He opened your door. His hand reached for yours to guide you.

"Now you can get out of the car."

You grabbed his hand and got out of the car. His hand clasped yours for a moment before you went inside.

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You were in the front row. There were a lot of people and it was quite loud. You put on some soft earplugs and gave a package to Jeongin as well.

'For your ears.'

The room became dark with only some black and dark blue bright lights. The crowd shouted whenever you saw a boy come on stage…more of a man actually. You couldn't see him very well because of the light. He picked up his electric guitar and adjusted his mouth microphone. His fingers were quickly strumming his guitar as he stepped into the bright light.

You watched his fingers, finding it fascinating how fast they were moving. You thought it was very talented. The drummer and the other guitarist started going down the beat.

You heard the crowd shouting Han Jisung….so that was his name. His voice was rough into the microphone but it hit the right pitch.

Han's eyes went around the audience. Most people looked at his face….most listened and rocked along….his eyes now shifted to the first row of people and he landed near you….he looked in the direction where your eyes were sliding. He saw you looking at his fingers. Your eyes were wide as you just stared where the strings and him touched. He thought it was cute.

His eyes traveled to your body and face. He had to admit that you were hot.

When the other guitarist's solo came, he leaned over to you….a bit inconspicuously.

"What is your name?'

You looked up at him.

“Y/N…..”

He tried your name on his lips.

“Y/N….hmm…..”

It sounded nice, it matched your appearance.

“Well…Y/N….meet me after the concert…..”

you were about to answer but he backed away and started singing and strumming again. He bit his lips as he looked at you.

After a while he started to sweat, his hair was wet…his body was shiny. His tongue was slightly out of his mouth.

The concert ended with a great thunder of applause. Girls screamed, boys rocked along. The atmosphere felt good.

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'That was amazing.' Jeongin said.

"Yes…I'm going to the…toilet now…okay?"

'Okay okay. Be careful.'

'I will.'

You went to the wall closest to the stage, more from the back and leaned against it. You saw the artists cleaning up, packing their things.

Han saw you and smirked. He came closer to you and placed his hand on the wall next to your head.

“You're here..” he touched your cheek

'Yes? Because you asked? What do you want…'

He looked at your lips and then back at you.

"I saw your cute…eyes looking at my fingers."

'So?'

He put his hand over your eyes and moved his fingers.

'Do you like them…?'

"I was looking at your fingers because you were strumming so fast."

"Did you find that fast?" he said with surprise

'Yes…?'

"You don't know how faster these fingers can move…."

His hand slid to your thigh.

"….what…what are you doing?"

His fingers slid more upwards.

'What do you think?'

He played with the hem of your skirt. You felt his fingers slide into your panties. You pushed him away.

"What do you think you're doing?"

He laughed.

"You can't run now…."

'I can.'

He grabbed your hips and pulled them close to him.

"I know you want this too…."

You looked to the side to avoid eye contact. His hand pulled your face back.

'Don't look away.'

His hand slid back to your panties.

'A taster baby…'

You felt his warm fingers slide to your core. He stroked your clit.

'Good girl.'

He flicked it. You gasped and tensed up.

'Relax…'

You started to get wet at the bottom. He slid his finger into your arousal. He made your clit wetter before pumping his finger into you. Your nails dug into his shoulder.

'You are so tight….'

He went faster. You grabbed his shoulder to maintain posture.

'Will you be a good girl and take my second finger…?'

'…mhm….' you said silently. Your brain wasn't working at the moment, you would say yes to everything.

He put his second finger inside. He spread your pasture. He supported his hand against the wall as he pumped into you hard. You felt your body gently rise and fall.

"….good….so good…" you moaned as you let your hand hang around his arm.

He went down, he just kept going. he lowered your panties with one hand so he was face to face with your clit.

He slowly pulled his fingers out as you breathed heavily. He knelt in front of you.

'I am going to make you feel so good….'

his lips touched your clit. His tongue slid over your flesh. He held your thighs in place.

Your hands went to his hair as he moved his tongue in and out.

'You taste so good baby…'

you moaned softly the way he ate you out made you reach your climax

'Let go for me….'

you let go for him. His tongue made sure not a single drop was wasted. He stood up, catching your arousal with his finger.

'Taste yourself….'

his finger came to your mouth, you sucked on it. You looked each other straight in the eyes.

He removed his finger from your mouth and licked it himself as he stared at you. He turned and left. He left you against the wall with your panties pulled down, arousal dripping from you, sweat rolling.

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After Jeongin dropped you off at your dorm, you threw your corset off. You feel strange… You could still feel his fingers…. you shook your head and went to your room. You put on your pajamas and went to the bathroom. You cleaned yourself up before going to bed.

You lay down on your bed, your blanket was warm. You closed your eyes but the memories of today jumped into your mind all the time. You couldn't help but slide your hand down. You slipped into your panties.

You pressed two fingers to your clit. You cared about it. Your legs were spread wide for more access. You thought about him….Han Jisung….you thought about what it would feel like to get more of him. You moaned softly, even though your roommate wasn't home. You gasped, your back arched. You came….

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After a few days you couldn't hold on anymore. You wanted to see him…

You were playing your electric guitar when your best friend Haerin walked in.

'Hey Hey.'

'Hello.' she said sweetily

'Ohh you're playing your electric guitar.'

'Mhm….'

you strummed your guitar and wrote down certain rhythms.

'What are you doing tonight?'

'Oh I'm going to….visit…a friend….'

"Just a friend…right?" she said with a small smile

'Yep, just a friend….'

"You never have 'just friends'."

“That's not true, I have Jeongin! And yours too, right?'

“Jeongin?” she started to giggle

"You're officially blind."

'What do you mean?'

"Don't you see the way he is around you?"

'What do you mean?' you looked up from your guitar.

'He's worried about you…he gives you the princess treatment every girl deserves!'

'Okay okay….? What is your point?'

She gently grabbed her hair and sighed.

'He likes you! Y/N, wake up!”

she shook you gently

'Like me? Pff…'

'Ask him out!'

You looked at her with bored eyes

"I'll think about it."

Will you think about it?

"….but now I have to go." you grabbed your guitar and put it in your suitcase

"Ahh yes…to your 'friend'."

'Yes to my…'friend'.'

You stood up

"I'll call you, okay?"

She smiled at you

"Okay, have fun!"

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You went back to the building on rock avenue where he always performed. It was a bit busy when you walked in. Someone was performing but it wasn't Han.

You looked around the room. He's usually here…

The room had dark red lights….everything around looked black. You nudged people to keep going.

You looked around the most popular places but you couldn't find it.

So you decided to look from behind. You looked around and saw him….but he wasn't alone.

The girl was pushed against the wall. Her legs spread just like you did yesterday.

He was eating her out. His hands spread her flesh further open.

Her moans filled the small space.

It made you feel sick to watch. Your stomach turned…you don't know what happened to your head, but it felt like your heart was pumping there.

You stumbled in the crowd to get away. The sight you saw kept getting stuck in your eyes. You hit your head several times to get it away. You stumbled outside and ran away….we heard the thoughts of him….and another….

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[kyuusberry]

idol | 6). jealousy

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a/n: whatsupp!! next chapter coming soon!! maybe. 😗

[waterdeers]

whatsupp anne u used to look happier

ATSV artstyle study

[msmagnolia-blue]

Heeeeyyy, Whatsupp?? I disappeared for a bit

It will take a few days for me to return, I'm at the end of the college semester, these are complicated times. Hope yall understand!!

I still have some cool ideas I'd like to show, see you in Dandy's World: The rejects Club.

[pixiecaps]

forever finding out the culture difference between americans not using whatsupp nearly as much as foreigners and the “you have discord on your phone?!?” giggling so hard

reminds me of all the convos with my family in other countries they all forced me to download whatsapp kekw (ALSO I KNOW ITS CUS ITS FREE AND CHEAPER 👍its just always interesting to see the difference)

[spandex-if]

Pengu, pls, pls, pls the ro's kinks?

h: a rougher, more intense and passionate lover, prefers to take the more dominant role in bed. will pretend that they are very tired of this bondage stereotype that comes with the job, but always fucks you that much harder when your wrists are cuffed above your head. sensory deprivation and bondage. slight voyeurism kink (will go down on you in a bathroom of a club or a deserted alleyway)

l: patient, artistic lover. gentle, relaxed and torturously slow. they savour and make art of your body, the way it moves against theirs, the music that your mouth makes as you arch into them, the taste of your skin between their teeth. would lean towards temperature and sensory play. is a switch

r: almost clinical in the way that they take you apart. likes to figure out all the ways that they can make you scream or beg. sometimes, they prefer to just unravel you with their fingers and mouth. will push you against the glass walls of their penthouse. humiliation and overstimulation/orgasm denial/edging kink. also a more dominant player in bed

s: shy lover who is eager to learn and even more eager to please. slightly sub leaning. likes to keep the atmosphere light when tumbling in the sheets, and is adventurous enough to try everything at least once. would like to be pushed down into the mattress once in a while

[generation-simmer]

sooo... whatsupp with those corruptions?

i was happy to be back to simming and finally moving my family to the new rental! and then I've read on twitter that the hotfix update probably corrupts save files. talking now with people who got also got their builds corrupted.

i guess that's no sims again for a while now 🥲

anyone on here dealing with same problems? or are your games fine?

[pockyyasii]

POOKIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GASPPPP POOOOOOOKSSSSS WHATSUPP

HOWS LIFEE???

[sillycyan]

EYO HI

Can you do 51 to 53?

HELLOOOWHATTSSSUPPP HELLOOO WHATSUPP OFF COURSEEEE I CANN DOO THOSEE AAAAARHURGRURGG!*(&(! You can tell I was thinking of the Lanto family more during the time of writing these because it's just about them lord.. These are RANDOM TOO DAMN

51. Reign tried to go vegan and quick after a week.

Reign started watching documentaries, which led him to decide to become vegan a week later after some binging. He was very committed at that point, putting together an entire food plan, meal prep, just the whole nine yards for this. Where he went wrong was telling Donis about this- you see, he didn't believe him for a second that he'd even make it a month because, for all he knew, Reign has always been a pretty savory guy when it comes to food. He invited Reign out to dinner. This was nothing new for them, as they were used to having meal times together. In a very expensive and fancy restaurant, Donis ordered a steak and Reign ordered a cauliflower mock steak of sorts. Listen.. temptation took over. The actual stake looked too good. That's how he quit. I'm sure Donis did all of that on purpose. ALSO I have this random joke post abt it

52. Khoson usually babysits for Yasmin, but sometimes she will have to drop her littles off to Reign.

Yasmin had only one child at the start of this, Starlie, and was expecting her second at this point. Since her parents were still working at the time, she was unable to leave her with them, so she chose to leave her with her brother, Khoson. She started asking Reign because Khoson would just disappear from the face the earth for weeks at a time. From then on, she continued to do so because he seemed more dependable.. He actually was around- Reign also worked, but he had enough days to work from home and could get away with bringing Starlie to his office if she didn't cause any problems. I have daydreamed many times about Reign taking her to work with him and her meeting a few of my other paras. Even a funny moment when someone asked if she was HIS child. I mean, he takes her as his own, and it was even a starting point for him wanting children of his own, but that is something for the future to decide. (He does have kids later on shhh)

53. Yasmin was pregnant during her wedding.

There isn't much more to say about this. The best wedding day they could choose was when she was still carrying her first child. It wasn't a big deal, but there were some small arguments because she wanted to drink on her wedding day but couldn't.