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[destinationtrekk]

How would Wesker react if his shy, inexperienced girlfriend walked into his office just to give him a blowjob?

barking growling chewing on my cage yowling and howling for this. it's pretty long but wow!!

18+ mdni gn!reader but can be read as afab if you want anon <3

he'll be very focused on work so you haven't seen him for a few hours, or maybe a few days! the relationship is relatively new, so the two of you haven't done much past kissing and some heavy groping. but you miss him, and really really want him, so you risk going into his office to just say hi

he acknowledges you and plants a sweet kiss on your cheek but goes back to work pretty quickly. you stay behind him watching what he's doing but honestly none of it makes sense and you have more on your mind than paperwork and lab results.

you start to slide your hands over his shoulders, down his chest, and very, very slowly over his stomach. you can feel him tense and he stops you immediately, turning to face you while he pushes your hands away

he speaks before you can feel to rejected about it. his eyes are full of concern but also dark with something you haven't seen enough of to name. he asks what you're doing, says he misses you too but he doesn't have a lot of time for you right now. you have to push past your own feelings and muster up a bit of confidence because, no, that's not what you wanted at all.

your voice is quiet when you ask to give him a blowjob and his eyes are immediately black, pupils dilating so fast you barely catch it. he asks if you're sure, no, are you really sure? the last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable or forced, so it takes a few tries to confirm that yes, you really want to do this.

he abandons his work immediately, pushing his chair back and spreading his legs to invite you between them. he holds you still and kisses you for a few minutes to ease you into it, and you shakily slide your palms over his bulge and blush at the low groans he lets out. he's usually quieter and a little cocky, but you've been able to tell how pent up he is from not having you. he wanted you to go slow and get used to each other, but you're well past waiting any longer

you drop to your knees and watch as he pulls himself out. you knew he was big, just his bulge was enough to surprise you, but next to your face he seems like too much for you to handle.

he talks you though it, oh god does he talk you through it. literally step by step - lick the base, that's it, baby, all the way to the tip. kiss it for me, your lips are so soft, fuck, do that again

you think his hands are trembling when he finally cups your cheek and tells you to stick out your tongue for him. your eyes are locked on his face and you look so innocent, all pretty and soft tucked between his thighs. he can't help but slap his cock on your tongue a few times, letting out a shaky breath before he meets your eyes. he asks softly if you're ready, and when you nod enthusiastically with your tongue sticking out he nearly cums right then

he lets you pick the pace, telling you how to move your tongue and stretch your jaw, wincing but moaning when your teeth accidentally scrape him a few times. it's soft and slow, but so sloppy - you're spilling drool down your chin and taking shuddering breaths around his cock. your mouth is so warm and wet, he doesn't think he's ever been this hard in his life

he lets you suck and lick and kiss all your want, but eventually he has to pull out of your mouth and jerk off next to your face. your head is laying on his thigh as you watch him tug on his cock, studying how he likes it so you can do it next time. he doesn't want to tire your mouth out too much the first time, but he does grab a handful of your hair to pull you back up when he's close, stroking himself with your tongue kitten-licking his tip.

he cums all over your tongue, cleaning up the small drip down your chin and pushing it back into your mouth. he groans when you suck on his thumb now, and he's still hard just knowing you have a mouthful of him. he makes you swallow it and immediately kisses you, and of course drags you to bed to return the favor

[destinationtrekk]

please drop something in my asks! i would love to know what kind of ideas everyone has :)

Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

Anon is on too if you’re shy

[asecretvice]

Hey, I've been making personal physical copies of fanfic that I absolutely adore into bound books, and I recently finished a collection with your story "Spiders" in it in honor of Halloween. Likely more to come as I adore almost every one of your fics that I've read (even have your Terran Tales of Star Trekk in a new collection im working on binding), but I hope its ok with you that I credited you. Here's the original post if you'd like to check it out; https://www.tumblr.com/ican-fixitbooks/728418215079854080/my-latest-creation-for-some-of-my-favorite?source=share

And thanks! Your stories have meant a lot to me, and I hope you've either kept writing for yourself or found other ways to just be happy.

As long as the construction of the book was a completely homemade venture, I'm happy to be included! I'm very proud of Spiders, so it means a lot to me that you like it so much. And what a throwback to my Star Trek stuff! It's Like the Old Terran Fairy Tales holds a special place in my heart. It's always so wonderful to hear that one's older works are still being read and enjoyed!

And how kind that last sentiment is. Unfortunately I wish I had a better answer for you; instead all I'll say is your thoughtfulness is tenderly felt and deeply appreciated. <3

[destinationtrekk]

Does Wesker have any unconventional kinks? If so, what are they? (List ALL of them if possible) 🥺

i'm going to be 100% this is not a kinky man we're talking about. he's spent his entire life buried in logistics and moral and legal qualms and death and misery.

that being said, we live in a land of delusion. 18+ mdni

cock warming - loves to have his partner squirming in his lap and whining for mercy

not necessarily BDSM as a whole, but he's definitely a dominant partner. he gives orders and punishments very well.

cum. anywhere. he likes it wet and messy

i think pet play but mild - he's not going to ask you to lay in a cage or eat out of a bowl (unless...?) but he does like to put collars on you and use sweet names like pet, lamb, pup, etc. wouldn't be surprised if he gave you a day collar too

marks and hickies and bruises. he knows his own strength and controls it very well. he wants you to know what he did to you and that you belong to him

exhibitionism! he'll bang you in his office or lab or car - he doesn't actually want people watching, he just likes the thrill

if it was arranged beforehand, he would absolutely blindfold you and tie you up and let someone watch him use you though

a touch of somno: waking each other up with oral or when he's had a really tough day outright fucking you until you wake up. this isn't happening often, but it's happened enough in the past to definitely be something he's into

'sir' 'captain' 'doctor' - he earned these titles, you'll treat him with the respect he deserves

overstim: both giving and receiving. he wants you to beg him for mercy and he likes to be taken out of his head every once n a while

toys: not very often, but occasionally one of you just needs a little something extra. maybe plugs or dildos if he doesn't have uroboros yet, probably vibrators too

uroboros: he's insanely strong and definitely has a bigger build after re5. this is something both of you have to get used to

tentacles: obviously duh

size kink: he's taller and wider and more heavily endowed. he likes how you look under him and he LOVES his bulge poking from your tummy when he's balls deep :3

i'm sure there's more we'll come up with

[destinationtrekk]

i would NOT show up on time because if I am not already Best Friends then i am incapable of the awkward acquaintance talk until more people show up

if it WAS my Best Friend throwing the party I would be there hours early to help set up (literally what I did at every college party because my friends were animals)

context: i am chronically 15+ minutes early to everything anyway

And why? Cultural norms? Personal schedule? “Cause I’m always late to everything”?

Bonus points: Region and/or ethnicity?

[angrelysimpping]

Whitney always disappeared. For one week every month, the dumbass would disappear off of the face of the earth, then come back like nothing ever happened. Which would have been fine if you'd lived in any other town.

But the number of empty rooms in the orphanage made you paranoid, which was why you were currently stomping through the woods with your pepper spray and combat boots laced tight. You'd followed him from the park after shaking down his friends. Did he not know about the hunter that lived here? Or the wolves? Or the wasp swarms or bears or the ghost that lived in the lake?

(You did not believe in ghosts, really, but you also bore a pair of cat ears and a tail, so it was better to be cautious.)

You crouched low, skirting around the buzzing hive nearby. The trail of cigarette smoke led deep into the trees, and you nearly stumbled over some roots when you spotted a scrap of cloth amongst the leaves. It reeked of cigarette smoke and Whitney.

"Shit." You sniffed the air. There were more scraps of fabric scattered around. It frayed at the sides, as if something had ripped it off of him. Did the wolves get him? Or was it the hunter? Did that even matter?

You rose, ready to trekk further when a chill ran up your spine. The fall breeze rippled through the branches, and between the cigarette smoke and autumn chill, you caught the faintest trace of wolf.

Just as you turned, a paw parted the bushes. Your tail lashed, one hand reaching for your pepper spray as another paw stepped through. Blue eyes shined against black fur, and you found yourself staring down the giant wolf with bated breath.

For a while, neither of you moved. It wasn't until you caught a glimpse of a scar over its eyebrow did you speak. It nearly matched the one you'd given Whitney when you tore out his brow piercing last month.

"Whitney?"

The wolf blinked. Its nose twitched as it lifted its head, sniffing in your direction before trotting right at you. You bit down the urge to hiss as it snuffed your hair, then your cheek.

"Whitney, is that you?" you asked. The wolf only sniffed harder, cold nose dragging against your neck. "Are you-GAH!"

It sneezed straight into your shirt. You swatted out of reflex and batted its muzzle away. The hurt look in its eyes nearly pierced your heart.

"Sorry, sorry. I just..." You picked at your shirt in disgust before eyeing the wolf. "That...is you, right?"

It blinked, then flattened its ears and shoved its head into your stomach. The force nearly knocked you off your feet.

"Okay, I get it!" you said when he shoved again. With skilled hands, you scratched at his neck, focusing on the space behind his ears. When you scratched a certain way, his leg began to kick. "Huh. Never knew you were ticklish."

Whitney growled, but the harder you scratched, the more he began to kick until he flopped onto his side. You wasted no time scratching at his stomach.

"D'aw! Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?" you gushed. Whitney whined and rolled, tail kicking up the leaves in a flurry, and while part of you wanted desperately to run, your human instinct overwhelmed you. "That's a good boy! Look at you, just a fluffy big baby boy!"

Whitney's delighted bark echoed through the forest. A second later, something responded.

You froze, ready to bolt, but Whitney barked again, then again, rolling onto his paws as the other wolf answered. You could handle the delinquent, but not a stray wolf. Not while you were this deep in the woods.

"Whitney, we gotta go," you whispered. When Whitney whined, you shoved his head towards the town. "You can play with your buddy later. Let's go!"

As it turned out, dragging a giant wolf out of the forest was impossible. He enjoyed sniffing everything, wasp hives included. At some point, he got distracted by a mud puddle, and you spent twenty minutes begging him not to hop on it. By the time you stumbled out of the forest, the first rays of sunrise were starting to peek over the horizon.

"Oh, thank god," you gasped as you tripped onto the sidewalk. "Sunlight. Daytime. Can't believe I'm actually happy to see the town." You savoured the warmth tickling your cheeks before turning. "Now, how the fuck do I sneak a wo-Whitney?"

Whitney was face down in the dirt, completely bare save for a pair of boxers. You grabbed his hair and peeled his face off the dirt, then sagged in relief when he started to snore.

Good. Sleeping. Just sleeping. Transforming must have taken a lot out of him.

"Huh." You brushed some of the dirt from his cheek. "How do you manage to look cute when you drool?"

And better yet, how the hell were you going to get him home? He was double your weight.

...wait, where the hell did he even live?

(i can't submit through my sideblog this is so home of phobic - 🚫)

BIG PUPPY!!!!! BIG PUPPY WHITNEY!!!!! 0w0

[pinkamour1588]

And then there were two (Part 3)

Part of The Making of a Home series

Pairing: McKirk

Summary: When attempting for baby number two, things don’t go quite as planned for Leonard and Jim.

Word count: 2825

Rating: Teen

Over the next few weeks, the agreement was drawn up and signed. The spare bedroom was cleaned out and Jim and Leonard hesitantly started shopping. Evie was fascinated by Diana’s quickly growing bump. Jim and Leonard opted to let the sex of the baby be a surprise this time. From the very beginning of the third trimester, Jim was unbelievably nervous that this baby would be premature like Evie had been, no matter how many times he was reassured otherwise.

The day before Christmas Eve, Jim was supervising and helping Evie in a bath before bed when Leonard came in with a strange expression on his face.

“Evie, how would you like to spend Christmas Eve with Grandpa and Pops?” Leonard asked her with a smile.

“Why?” Evie answered.

“Because you’re gonna have a baby brother or sister soon and Papa and I have to go get them.”

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[destinationtrekk]

the demon and the angel..... my friends.....

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The fae: a creature stands before you. Though this street was warm and crowded a few moments ago it is suddenly cold and the people around you look like shadows. The creature begins an antlered shadow with glowing white eyes, but soon its body can be seem, with white blue flesh, and sapphire eyes, and icicles for teeth. What looks like a cloak unfolds from its naked body and you can see massive white wings of a moth. As if it's an act of sacrifice you tell it your true name, a name you didn't even see before, and suddenly you belong to it, for better or worse.

The angel: a radiant entity appears before you. They're bright, like something so hot it would burn you up. But as the light fades, you can see a person in silver armor, perfect yet inhuman like am ancient green statue, their back srouting six wings with blue eyes along them, as the eyes on their head are covered by a mask of two smaller wings. The creature offers their hands and you shake it, as they fly you through the city streets and above the skyscrapers, to the stars above and dimensions beyond, to gods living and dead, across the streets of alien cities and the clouds of dead worlds. And when you return to the earth you can feel something diffrent about you, like there's light in your blood.

The scavenger: below the lights of skyscrapers beyond you, on the dark sands of the beach, you see it crawling twords you. This serpentine creature with countless legs, and a dark black shell, yet a strangely human like face. You think it'll attack or run away, but it just looks at you, egar, and for a momment you stare at eachother. It's legs pass something to eachother and then to you, it's meat but it's shining with all the colors known to the human eye, and a few more. You hold it and it happily looks at you. You take a bite and suddenly you know... you know so very much...

The vampire: she flies down to you on green wings with orange eyespots, but folds them into her back. She looks like a human for a momment, tall and strong, with a black suit over her body, but eyes the color of ruby. For a momment her mouth opens, and it's massive and monstrous, with countless moving parts and fangs. But then it folds back onto something humanoid and she gives you a playful smirk. She cuts her hand and offers you her blood, and when you drink it it tastes so sweet, and makes you feel so good. She hands you the knife and you know to do the same, and when she drinks from your palm it's life the sweetest of kisses.

The djinn: the room wirs around you. If it were not for the fans it would feel like hellfire. For a momment there it darkness, but then the screen before you glows white like smokeless flame. You can sense something inside, something beyond the code. You reach your hand within it, and there's no glass, your hand passess right through until you're in a white void of your own making. You call out, thinking there is nothing at all around you. Yet somehow something calls back, something that knows your name.

The rat king: You see him in an empty subway station. Something dark and distorted, you're not sure if he's man or animal, covered in rags, and singing in the language of the goblins and the orcs. Yet he comes close to you excited. And you can feel his song. He calls for you to come to the train tracks, and let yourself run with the rats and the roaches, where the train will pass over you when it comes, and you'll live forever. When you touch the third rail you don't die, but you'll never be human again.

The lich: the library is strangely bright. Run by skeletons in suits, decorated with gold. There are more books here then you thought were in all the world. There's knowledge here most mortals will never have the change below, all kept safe below the city. You see her, her body doesn't look human, everything has been replaced making her look more like a joining white doll then a being of flesh. Yet she is dead, you can tell that under the porcelain skin she must be dead, she is dead, and there is the tragedy of death in her eyes. You come closer to her, and she places a black rose within your hair...

The demon: You stand in his office and he stands before you, a humanoid being covered in black scales, with red eyes covering his skin. Yet none are on his head, that remains featureless save for two massive horns. Wings on his back nearly surround you. Countless souls line the walls of his office, looking at you, waiting. After you sign your name you give him yours, you can feel it come away for you forever and your eyes grey and your skin pales. But he puts the jar in a special place for you, you're spacial, he can tell there's something about you that he likes.

The mushroom lord: you walk through the darkness of the forest, the furthest from civilization you have ever been. You come upon a part where the trees all seem dead, that even the cryptids won't go near. Mushrooms fill the ground, and white vein like lines are all over the trees. You feel the need to lay down, and you let the moss and the mushrooms and the worms surround you, and let yourself sink into the soil,, and it feels good. It feels so good...

The witch: You can see them in the Cafe next to you, skinny and small, with a sweatshirt over most of their body, and dark glasses over their eyes. They seem powerful though, and though their body looks young they seem ancient, they seem beyond humanity. You talk to them and they tell you things, and secrets, lost gods, things you never knew you didn't know, both beautiful and disturbing. When it's time for them to go they pet your head, and give you their number. You don't know if you should text them, but you have to, you have to see them again, there's something about them that makes you need to know.

The living clothing: you step into it at first, it looked like a puddle yet shining like silver or chrome. But soon it surrounds you, first just your torso, but soon your head, your entire body. But it doesn't feel scary, it feels like you're being held, held by something beyond your understanding. It whispers to you, and you don't know if you should feel like your being eaten alive, or like you're being protected. You can't help but keep walking.

The abyss: the void is before you, blackness beyond blackness, like the color beyond the field of your vision, stands before your eyes. You stare at it, it's nothing yet you're entranced. It stares back...

[beauty-proof]

Joey's

Takes place before Bare Skin.

She left the stale coolness of the bowling alley for the warm dampness of the spring evening.  The scent of the year’s first blooms hung heavy in the air as she started her trekk to the bus stop, her shoulders hunched.  The light wind whispered past her. And then it did so again.

And then it sighed.

She whipped around to see a brightly suited figure standing at the edge of the alley across the street.  It was him; for real this time. She’d mistaken others for him several times in the year since they’d last met, only to be disappointed when they turned around and weren't a grown man in clown makeup.

"About time you heard me," he said as she slipped into the alley and crossed her arms before squaring up to face him.

"Sorry.  Do I know you?"

The Joker chuckled, "Come on.  Don't be mad, doll. I've had to lay low for awhile, especially since my last run-in with Gotham's finest flying rodent -"

"It's been a whole year!" she protested.

Why was he arguing with this little brat?  "I was flung in the air -"  

"- and then Batman stopped the runaway bus using an empty tram car."  She rolled her eyes, "Don't worry, I heard it all. Girls at school were losing their panties over it.”

He'd had his finger raised and mouth open, ready to remind her not to ever dare interrupt him while he was speaking.  His mouth snapped shut in puzzlement.

"Teenage girls like the Batman?" he found himself asking aloud.  Images of the Bat on the cover of Teen Beat entered his mind, and he almost laughed.  Almost.

She shrugged, getting an inkling that this new information was grinding his gears. "Sure, I mean lots of girls think he's great.  A bad boy type, ya know?"

An odd heat crept up the back of his neck at her words, although he was loathe to acknowledge it.  "What do you think?" he asked.

She shrugged again.  "I think...he has a real strong jaw.  Hard to tell what he looks like. That's the whole point of a disguise right?"  The girl lifted her eyes from the ground to look at him pointedly.

Unsure of what to say to that statement, he reached out and patted her on the back.  "How about some pizza? My guy Joey's got a place around the corner."

She smiled shyly and nodded.  So easy to please.

They left the alley and began the short walk toward the pizzeria.

"By the way, are you alright?  Sounds like you got flung pretty far."

The Joker just sniffed in response, ignoring her question and trying not to think about his very-probably-broken toe.

Joey's was empty save for the two employees behind the counter, neither of which seemed alarmed or surprised by the appearance of one of the city's most wanted men.  While the Joker looked at the slices on display, she leaned idly against the counter.

"I wouldn't lean against that," he advised, still inspecting the pizzas.

She pulled back and looked down to find an oily stain on her light blue dress.  Right across her left boob. Panicked over not letting the stain set in, she grabbed some napkins and tried in vain to scrub away the grime.  She glanced up to see Joker glance over at her. Turning crimson, she spun around so her back was to him as she continued to scrub. The Joker chuckled and shook his head as the young waitress came to the counter.

"Sorry for the wait.  What can I get ya?"

"Just two slices," he said and slapped his palm on the counter as a way of finality.

She spun around, "Oh, I want a Coke, too!"

The Joker's eyebrows raised and he licked his lips and she knew she was in trouble. "Is that how we ask?"  

"S-sorry Mr. J."

He could have pushed her buttons further and play the "can you or may you" game, but he decided against it.  They seated themselves at one of the rickety booths, the furthest from the serving counter and sat in silence for a moment.  He could tell she was practically bursting with questions, and watching her struggle with which to ask first was quite entertaining.

"Are you gonna let me come with you?"  Of course she chose that to ask.

He dodged her question.  "I'm sure there's things you wouldn't wanna miss out on, right?"

The slices arrived then and she blew on hers while she thought for a moment.  "Well…I guess prom might be fun. I hope." Her eyes lit up then and she sat up, looking as if she'd just had the best idea ever.

"Mr. J, you should come with me to prom.  Make a real splash!"

He laughed out loud and her face fell.  She'd known it was a dumb idea, but a girl could dream, right?

"Sweetie," he reasoned with her, "I'm a wanted criminal.  I can't go to prom with you." The idea made him feel slightly sick, to be honest.  All those greasy teens rubbing against one another, falling over from spiked punch. No.

She huffed, conceding and picking at the cheese on her paper plate.  "Fine. I'll probably just get stuck going with Darren."

The Joker ripped half of his pizza crust off like a wild dog.  "Who's Darren?"

He barked like one too, she thought.

The Joker, of course, knew perfectly well who Darren was, because he'd had his men find out everything about the boy the first time the teen had walked her home from school.  

Unsure of what to make of the Joker's reaction, she answered carefully, "He's just a friend."

"A…boy friend?" He raised one eyebrow at her.

"Eck, no!" She shook her head. "I'm just not into him like that."

The Joker placed his arms on the table, folded, and leaned forward a bit, his voice unusually quiet.  "But he likes you?"

She didn't answer, not wanting to lie.

"Looks at you just a second too long?" he continued, and started looking her up and down as a hungry dog would a steak. "Like this?"

Her collarbone felt hot.  Her neck and ears felt hot.  She felt faint and it was everything she could do to not cover her face in her hands in order to escape the situation.

He chuckled again and leaned back, checking his watch.  "It's late. Let's get you home before your mom starts asking questions."

"She's not my mom," she corrected as she scrambled out of the booth, eager for a change of topic.

"Fine, let's get you home before Francine starts asking questions.”  He rolled his eyes, thinking of the easiest way to...monitor prom night.

Perhaps a visit to Darren might be in order.

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[sobforsirius]

what kinds of tea do you like? how do you take your tea? when do you drink it? how does your cup look like? i’m just really interested in other people’s opinions on tea...

So for many many years of my life i only drank breakfast tea with milk (my family is a [british] family of tea drinkers) and I drank A LOT then in the last few years it started to feel really heavy??? so i stopped drinking milk with my tea and expanded, into earl grey (the Best), peppermint, camomile and honey, occaisonally green tea w jasmine and rosebud!!

i truly detest fruit teas, like berry teas etc are just horrible, and im not a fan of white tea. i ALWAYS drink loose leaf when I can, i truly am a loose leaf hoe but it’s infinitely better! i used to go for tea a lot, in cute tea rooms near uni but i havent for a while :(

I recently bought a glass tea pot and this little tea warmer that you put a tealight in, place your tea pot on top and it keeps your tea warm for hours, honestly changed my life whilst studying etc because going down to the kettle to make a new cup every time really is a trekk. I haven't got a specific cup per se, though i do believe that tea tastes different in different cups and were it more practical, i would drink out of china tea cups on the reg

I MUST SAY the one thing I miss about having normal tea is that it is undeniably the best for dipping biscuits in (bc we all know biscuits that are dunked are ten times more delicious) and for months of my life now my biscuits have been pitifully dry…

i hope this answered your tea inclined questions, please send more if not i love tea

[destinationtrekk]

thank you for tagging me!! unfortunately all i have on my computer is wesker pictures and crochet graphs so that is what you're getting. no idea where any of these came from sorry!

the tapestry is the most recent one i've finished the cat is just a little guy :)

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tagging: @danosrosegarden @delenygma @thisaccountsshit @destinationtrekk @luckyythirteen @vveirdvvitch @siveine (feel free to skip out on this if you don't wanna <3 you all are just so interesting to me I wanna see what you come up with--)

[shutter-debug]

Where this path should lead ? I guess begging of 2020 cause life before this was good.. Comment down any right, wrong or even funny answers for fun. . . place : Kopidana Shot on : @sonyalphain Scenary details : Previous post view on left side, valley on right side, golden rays on road and parts of mountains and sunrise in valley was the best. . Being newbie with camera, @pranav.a.joshi & @27shubh / chandoba_creation helped me here and on Trek to get better clicks. Go and check there work .. . #mountainrange #mountaintown #sandakphu #confused_story #sandakphutrek #trekk #trekkings #trekkinginindia #viewoftheday #natureview #indiashutterbugs #indiapictures #sikkimadventures #indiaphotography #landscapephotography (at Sandakphu Treak) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEwpTNJJYG6/?igshid=12q3fxqgrlsf4

[liesareleadingmeastray]

Vocab of the day: 10/11/17

Spanish - German - Swedish- Norwegian - English 

el faro - der Scheinwerfer -  en stålkastare - en lykaster - headlight

la fama - der Ruhm - en ära - en herlighet - fame

tirar - ziehen - dra - trekke - pull

contestar - antworten - svara - svare - answer

la tensión - die Spannung - en spänning - en spenning - tension

el pintor/la pintora - der Maler/die Malerin - en målare - en maleren- painter

técnico/a - technisch - teknisk - teknisk - technical

la adivinanza - das Rätsel - en gåta - en gåte - riddle

la computadora (LA)/el ordenador(Esp) - der Computer - en dator - en datamaskin - computer

aprovechar - ausnutzen - utnyttja - utnytte - exploit

[shiftyarchfey]

18 and 15 for Rhian and Duvain!

I… don’t know when this message arrived, because tumblr loves not notifying me that I got asks, so I’ll answer them according to the angst meme:

15: What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

For Rhian: He’s scared of spiders, of his loved ones dying, of failure and of responsibility. Terrified of the latter, he really is. It’s his biggest fear, failing to be a good leader, a good whatever it is he does. He cannot handle it very well too. It’s an issue he’s had problems with since his childhood. It came from the responsibilities he’s had to take on with a very early age and instead of reinforcing his ability to be responsible for anyone other than himself, it messed up his self-esteem.

He deals with most things he’s scared about in one way: running away. It’s a bad thing to do, but he’s learned that it works, most of the time. He actually tried to run away from Haven very early on. Varric had to trekk up the snowy mountain, fund him and convinced Rhian to at least try. 

For Duvain: Darkspawn, dying, having to go into the Deep Roads. Abandonment. The one issue he’s had the most is Darkspawn, obviously. But those arent’ what he’s most scared of, it’s his fear of dying and abandonment. Boy has some issues, but he cannot deal with abandonment and the fact that as a Grey Warden, he’ll die much earlier. It’s not just his own death too. Tamlen’s cut him deep and he does not want any of his friends to die either. It’s an issue he’s always fighting. His one solution is not trying to care about anyone. 

It’s not always successful. He cares, does so very deeply too. It’s not just Zevran and Tamlen, it’s his whole crew, even those he does not particularily like. For Duvain, dying and abandonment is almost the same thing. How dare they die and leave him alone? This fear manifested itself very early. He was and is very clingy, in relationships and just in general. He’s not social by any means, but he feels better in the company of his close friends and/or lover. Duvain’s mother left, most likely to join his father in death and that hurt him very badly when he was told of it. He thought at first that they just did not want him and gave him away, but them being dead together made it worse. 

18: Would society call your character a good guy or bad guy? What would they say they are?

For Rhian: Depends on who you ask. He’s generally trying to be a good guy. He would blame himself for a lot of things, but in the end justify it that he’s trying to help, so in his opinion he’s on the better side of things.

For Duvain: Eh. Also depends. But with him, more people would say he’s not that good. It’s hard for him to feel empathy for people he does not know, so… Though his decisions are always based on what would be best for the people, he tries to act that there’s no unneccessairy pain. He would scoff at the question and change the topic, but he thinks of his actions as good for the majority, so…

[destinationtrekk]

personas made: these are from this picrew link

normal trekk + trekk when wesker (or any fave) is standing over her (immediately in love)

alright alright

you and trekk need to make some like

blog personas

so we can make y'all fanart

(please)

(maybe I'll do a lil Weskie with Wesker doodle too)

fanart?!?! 😭😭 yall are the sweetest, truly. i haven't been able to draw in months on account of the dildo of life has been hitting me raw and preventing me from doing anything, but i'll try to make a little dude to represent me ;-;

you're a darlin', anon <3

tagging @destinationtrekk bc trekk mention