#Zayden

[uncharted-constellations]

I’m just straight up late this time, that’s on me.

another redraw except this one i had already redrawn before XD

[mygaythoughtsblog]

Omar Zayden (@omar.zayden)

[mywanderingeye]

Omar Zayden photographed by Mark Henderson

[joel--montgomery]

"Oh? Someone became a comedian since I last saw him," Joel grinned. As far as the executive board went, he didn't mind most of his colleagues, just Hector. Well, and anyone who couldn't see Hector for what he really was -- a crook. In that moment, though, it was easy to pretend as though he wasn't boiling under his skin.

"It's good to see you, too." He meant it, too. Joel stuffed his hands into his pocket, eyes glossing over the menu before returning to Zayden. Zayden might have different knowledge than someone like Ijemma, but everyone on the board had direct knowledge of what they were up against now. Joel, for all his anger towards Hector, still had to pay attention to his surroundings. He had to play the part. "Especially, now that you've offered to buy me a coffee. Would you mind getting me up to speed? I know what the company's spending its money on, but I'm curious as to how that's going. In your humble opinion, of course."

The same as any company he'd ever worked for, Obsidian was packed full of people he barely exchanged words with outside of direct business dealings. And then there were those in which he didn't mind seeing more of. When it came to Joel, he'd easily fallen into the latter of the two. "I'm sorry, who are you?" Zayden held a look of confusion for a few beats, only breaking into a smile after he was certain he'd sold the bit. It was rare that anyone saw the corners of his mouth lift upwards, but the CFO had always been an exception. "It's good to see you."

To survive in a company like Obsidian, certain moves were essential. It seemed everyone wanted to find their place of importance, some even willing to battle for even the smallest titles of importance. "You know me, I'm always early." He couldn't remember a time he'd ever shown up to anything late. Between his stint of serving and his desire to thrive, he'd never known anything less. "Can I buy you a coffee?"

[wandaslovie]

𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒂

paring: mama!wanda maximoff x little!masc!reader summary: getting ready for bedtime with mama wanda, but instead of sleeping in your nursery, you sleep in mama's bed. cw: age regression, boyre(?), reader regresses to around 5, lots of fluff word count: 646

a/n: this is a short fic, ‘m sorry. but! i hope you enjoy it :3. wanda is so boy mom, i luv her so much.

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As bedtime approached, Wanda stood in the kitchen, tidying up the last few dishes. You had settled on the floor next to the coffee table in the living room, crayon in hand and a coloring book open before you. After dinner, you had pleaded with Mama to let you color for a little while before your bath and bedtime, and she had agreed! She entered the living room, leaning against the door frame, smiling at you. You look absolutely adorable.

"Hey baby… it's about time we get you ready for your bath," she called out gently, usually you'd ask for more playtime because you often have so much fun. But tonight — much to Wanda's pleasure, you easily put away your crayons and the coloring book. "‘m on my way, Mama!" you say. Standing and making your way over to her.

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Bathtime was fun, as always. Wanda lets you play with your rubber duckies and boats! It's even more fun when she plays with you. Giggles and laughter erupted with each splash of bubbly bath water.

After getting dried and changed into your favorite spider-man pajama onesie, Wanda settles you in the twin-sized bed that's in the middle of your playroom. Almost immediately you whined, making grabby hands for your Mama. "Uppy!" you pout.

"Bub, it's bedtime." says your Mama, and that doesn't stop you from your pouting. Tonight you hadn't wanted to sleep alone. "Mm-mm, no sleep!" sitting upright, you try to gently take Wanda's hand in your own.

She didn't quite understand why you were refusing to sleep, it was easy settling you down, tonight felt different though.

"Okay, well… it's still very much bedtime. Tell me what Mama can do to get her baby boy to sleep, hmm?" she attempts to coax you, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to your legs. "Wanna sleep wit Mama." the tone in your voice was gentle, quiet. She couldn't help but smile at your sweetness. "Baby's feeling clingy tonight, huh? C'mon, Mama's bed has more room."

The two of you padded across the hallway, to Wanda's room, the scent of cinnamon hit you seconds after you stepped through the door frame. Your Mama always loved cinnamon scenty things. She helped you crawl onto her comfortable bed, and obviously you sprawled out in the middle of the mattress.

"Ah! My love, where is Mama supposed to lay??" she gasped in mock offense, causing you to giggle happily. "Oh, silly Mama, you lie with me, here's!" your eyes sparkled, rolling onto your side and smiling warmly at the redhead who stood before you.

Wanda softly lied down beside you, smiling at your adorable smile. Oh you were just the cutest! "Sweet boy." she whispers, leaning in and pressing the gentlest of kisses to your cheek. Which causes you to blush lightly. "Mama…" you mumble, a warm smile still painting your lips. She couldn't help but chuckle, pinching your cheek softly. "Hmm?" she hummed, pressing more kisses to your face. One to your right cheek, left cheek, forehead and the tip of your nose.

Each kiss has you giggling. Arms wrapped around her midsection, she finally settled down, lying on her back and guiding your head to rest on her chest. Brushing her fingers through your hair.

Wanda decided to hum a lullaby. After the Westview incident, she believed she'd never find the kind of love she had for her twin boys again. That was until you came around. You were the shiest person she's met, even in your big space, you often find yourself shying away from social interaction. But Wanda had a kind of warmth that caused you to adore her immediately.

"Sleep now, ducky." her voice is a loving whisper, you nuzzle deeper in her embrace, more than content to fall asleep on Mama's chest like this.

Eventually you do, a warm smile on her lips as she watches your breathing even out and that sweet peaceful expression lull over your face.

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[snakeualzayden]

Can we please just transfer all our mental and physical problems to him

[catssillyloves]

why is bro miku?!?! 🤯🤯

[thagoddessdemi]

Renovations complete ✅

The baby nursery (Zayden's old room), Zayden's room (parent's old room), and parent's room (Apart of the new basement).

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[fyblackwomenart]

Allen Zayden

[albiorixsims]

Дождь лил всю ночь, поэтому заночевали (просто спали. честно-честно. сопели в четыре дырки. но в обнимку) ребятки там же, под разбившимся самолетом, а с рассветом двинули домой. Нужно было перекусить, прежде чем отправляться на рынок. К тому же, Томас не собирался светить голыми телесами перед другими людьми, поэтому переодеться тоже не помешало бы.

По дороге пообтирали пальмы. Ну, а что, слот “лобызания под каждым кустом” разблокирован, теперь их не остановить.

Два предыдущих поста под этой пальмой считайте тизером хдд

Псс там на одном из скринов бананчик видно.

[eachuisge-cc]

initial bean test with the new skin variant is looking good!

[uncharted-constellations]

It is time to return to the pose of old, the return of the boy!

another redraw except this one i had already redrawn before XD

[thesmartass]

who: @zaydvn

where: enfermaria

A faixa atada ao seu peito era mais uma formalidade do que qualquer outra coisa. Dahlia desprezava a restrição que corsets apresentavam, além de ser absolutamente desnecessário para alguém com o seu biotipo, então costumava se comprometer com o meio do caminho quando necessário. O que era o caso, uma vez que estava sentada sobre a mesa alta de exames de Zayden, nua da cintura para cima para que ele examinasse o progresso de suas queimaduras enquanto ela balançava os pés pelo simples conforto que o movimento causava. Depois do incêndio passou semanas sem poder sair da enfermaria, o que lhe deu muito tempo para que aprendesse os hábitos de todos que trabalhavam ali, e ter eleito os seus favoritos para atormentar quando era obrigada a visitar o lugar contra a sua vontade. Era parte de seu plano que todos ficassem bravos o suficiente com ela para que finalmente a liberassem das visitas periódicas que eram uma das condições para a sua alta. Tinha funcionado da primeira vez e estava convicta de que podia funcionar novamente. — Então, agora que é permitido que a gente case com os nobres você vai finalmente virar homem e chamar aquela garota esquisita que você gosta para sair, ou vai mesmo esperar que outro maluco case com ela? — A voz dela era quase cantarolada e tinha um sorriso atentado no rosto, como uma criança que provocava o irmão mais velho. Por mais que não a dessem crédito, Dahlia era bastante observadora e enquanto estava internada pouco tinha para fazer além de bisbilhotar a vida de quem passava a maior parte do tempo por ali com ela. E suspeitava que precisaria ser cega para não ver como o curandeiro reagia toda vez que a khajol de cabelos escuros aparecia para pegar a poção de sono com os dirigentes do lugar.

[thclioness]

who: @zaydvn

where: quarto de Brianna

prompt: "Whoa, whoa take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don't want to go making yourself worse."

Nos últimos dois dias Brianna já havia se resignado de que robes longos de pura seda e seus lençóis eram as únicas coisas que podiam tocar o sua pele sem ofender os seus sentidos e sabia bem que aquilo não era um bom sinal. Mesmo assim se esforçava ao máximo para manter sua dignidade, especialmente quando sua criada tinha ido contra os seus desejos e chamado o curandeiro para ajudá-la. — Sei que não estou com a minha melhor aparência, mas juro que estou completamente bem. Aquilo foi só um acidente bobo, não tem porquê se preocupar. — Com o seu rosto limpo de qualquer traço de maquiagem e os longos cabelos opacos, pois há alguns dias já não tinha a energia para colocar em prática a longa e elaborada rotina de cuidados que tinha com os fios, ela se sentia ainda mais vulnerável do que pelo seu estado fragilizado de saúde. A vaidade há muito tempo havia se tornado quase como uma armadura e receber visitas sem ela como proteção, algo para distanciá-la de qualquer outra pessoa, era como se estivesse prestes a entrar em uma batalha sem qualquer preparo prévio. Por esse motivo, ela decidiu ignorar como a luz que entrava pelas janelas feriam os seus olhos, criando formas circulares em sua visão e se guiou, mais por instinto e costume, até seus utensílios de chá. — Mina estava sendo dramática ao te chamar até aqui. Eu tive apenas um pequeno mal estar, mas já passou! O mínimo que posso fazer para não ser uma anfitriã terrível é te oferecer um chá. Tem alguma prefer��ncia? 

[castielsparkle]

my sweet baby son apricot who wants to kill me for not letting her drink baby poison (chocolate milk)