#whatsupp.

[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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[vialents]

HI

Hello, even

[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.

[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.

[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.

[hakkkuu]

best friend! wonbin play fighting turns into rough fucking

cw: rough sex

The evening sunlight streamed through your college room window, casting a warm glow on the scattered books and clothes littering the floor. You had just returned from classes, and the familiar comfort of your space welcomed you. Your best friend, Wonbin, was sprawled out on your bed, his lean frame and boyish charm making the casual scene all the more enticing.

“whatsupp lazy idiot” you teased, tossing a pillow at him. He caught it effortlessly, a smirk appearing on his face, his introverted nature softening in your presence.

“You know I’m just conserving energy, right?” he shot back, propping himself up on one elbow. The playful banter bounced between you like a tether, pulling you both closer together until you were a breath away.

Before you knew it, the light-hearted skirmish escalated into a full-scale wrestling match. You tackled him onto the bed, your laughter echoing off the walls as he retaliated, flipping you back over with surprising strength. His fingers dug into your sides, tickling you mercilessly, and you squirmed beneath him, breathless with laughter and defiance.

“Okay, okay! You win!” you gasped, trying to push him off. But instead of relenting, he held you down, pinning your wrists above your head. His smirk widened as the air thickened with unspoken tension, and the playful energy shifted into something more charged.

“Do I really?” he murmured, his voice dropping to a lower register that sent a shiver down your spine. You locked eyes, and the intensity bubbled between you, simmering on the edge of discovery.

The fight faded, replaced by an overwhelming awareness of each other’s bodies. His grip tightened around your wrists, and the room felt smaller, the distance between your breaths practically nonexistent. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, the way his gaze flickered down to your lips, as if contemplating the distance that remained.

“Wonbin…” you whispered, your heart racing. The electricity in the air crackled, and the moment was thick with anticipation. He shifted, aligning his body against yours, the weight of him feeling both comforting and thrilling.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” he confessed, breath hitching slightly. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that contrasted sharply with the strength he exerted over you, and it made something inside you swell.

And then, before reason could intervene, he leaned down, capturing your lips in an urgent kiss. It was tentative at first, a soft exploration, but soon transformed into something more intense as he pressed against you, his body hardening like steel against your softness. You sighed into him, relishing the growing heat that enveloped you both.

With a swift motion, he rolled you both over, now pinning you beneath him. His breath came in short gasps as he gazed down at you, a mixture of desire and disbelief flickering in his eyes. You could see the genuine yearning he had tried to hide for so long now laid bare, and it only fueled the fire between you.

“You sure you want this?” he asked, the roughness of his voice igniting a thrill in your core. All you could do was nod, the anticipation making you feel lightheaded.

He wasted no more time. With a primal urgency, he leaned down and captured your lips once more, pushing against you, as if he wanted to imprint himself into every fiber of your being. The fabric of your clothes felt like an obstacle, and with a swift motion, he shed them, leaving you bare before him.

His body pressed harder against yours, and you could feel his erection straining against you. “I’ve wanted to fuck you like this for ages,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear.

With a surge of primal desire, he positioned himself at your entrance, teasingly rubbing against you, sending shocks of pleasure racing through your body. Then, without warning, he thrust into you, filling you completely as he groaned—a sound filled with a mix of disbelief and hunger.

“God, you feel amazing,” he breathed, an animalistic spark igniting in his eyes. He began to move, pounding into you as if it were his first time. The roughness was electric, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge. He gripped your hips, guiding you to meet his every movement, driving you wild with need.

“Harder,” you gasped, and he obeyed, quickening his pace, raw desire spilling over as he became lost in the rhythm. He filled you completely, each thrust almost desperate, like he was trying to lose himself in you to fully penetrate the walls that had kept him at bay for too long.

A mix of pleasure and pain flooded your senses, and you surrendered completely to the moment, allowing yourself to be swept up in the intensity of it all. Your bodies moved together, the sounds of skin meeting skin echoing in the room, a symphony of desire and need.

Every thrust brought you closer to a precipice, heat pooling in your belly as you clung to him, urging him on. His movements were frantic, raw, and primal, and amidst the haze, you could see a side of Wonbin that he rarely showed; a side that craved, that needed, and that burned for you.

“I’m close,” he growled, his voice thick with desire as he drove into you, filling every inch of you with his essence. You, too, were teetering on the edge, the tension coiling tightly within you until you could no longer hold back.

“Me too!” you cried out, the pleasure cascading over you like waves crashing against the shore. With one final thrust, you both spiraled into ecstasy, your cries of release mingling together.

As you both lay there, bodies entangled and breaths mingling, a newfound understanding passed between you. He had entered the realm of your desire, and there was no going back.

The playful fight had transformed into something much deeper, something that might just change the very fabric of your friendship forever.

Wonbin brushed a sweaty strand of hair from your forehead as you both caught your breath, a soft smile playing on his lips. “I guess I won after all,” he said with a charming, boyish grin.

You chuckled, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest. “Maybe in more ways than one.”

[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

[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

[holy-mother-of-whumpers]

Me: promising myself I'd prepare the chapter so I can publish it without having to do everything late at night while I'm tired from all the editing.

Me (squinting at the screen, already under the blankets): heyyy whatsupp Tumblr community, I just finished posting another chapter! Like... Just finished, as in right now.

It doesn't matter if I don't make sense as long as the chapter does!

Here we go, watch me slip some odydio in my Iphigenia fic.

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Behind the scenes...?

[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)

[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?

[ask-elliott]

Me when someone fors my saken:

Whatsupp!! Kinda got bored, so let's make me suffer more. Unofficial ask account for Elliot, so ask me anything. Anyways, better get back to my underpaying job before I get fired. The asks is labelled "Better have patience" because I'll probably take a week to respond sorry