#~*Nena*~

[nena0me]

Greedy fox? Greedy men.

Giving Mhisher's many WIPs some rest…

[mikichko]

it’s gaz who gives you the nickname wisp. and it sticks. you’re not exactly sure where it came from or what it means but it could’ve been much worse.

but the 141 know exactly why.

gaz notices first, of course. how different versions of you rotate throughout the day depending on who you're talking to. there are moments where he notices pieces of the real you coming out. telltale sign is your shoulders dropping back, not in the rigid stance usually saved for attention but in relief. like someone's snapped the string that was holding you up. those moments don't last and it's not long before your shoulder's are rigid and pinched the way someone on high alert keeps them.

in his head ghost calls you cam. short for chameleon. just like gaz he notices how you shape and mold yourself to appeal to others. you're not blending in, he realizes, you're mirroring them. reading them and reacting just how they'd like. a quip here, a smile there, a joke about some one-off thing that you'd noticed made their eyes light up. he wonders what it's like to see the real you, what you'd be like if you were in front of your own mirror. he doesn't get to ponder too long, he can see you fading as you morph

you escape out of soap's grasp so many times he thinks his nickname should be yours instead. he thinks to himself one day that it must be natural for the two of you to miss each other. to be lucky enough some days to occupy some square footage of space before you disappear through a doorway, leaving him wanting. even when you're on the same base, hell same missions sometimes, you're never close enough to him. just out of his reach.

price happens to find you when you think you're alone. just like gaz he's privy to the relaxed state of your body, rigid lines becoming softer against the worn material of the couch. he watches the way your hand strokes the skin along your clavicle, thumb pressing down into the dip of your jugular notch. there's a cloudy look to your eyes as you continue to absentmindedly soothe yourself from whatever you're dissecting in your head. he watches for a while, trying to piece together what it is you're reliving. he knows it's time for him to take his leave when your shoulders straighten, even before your eyes blink away the clouds.

you're there for a moment, before you disappear, evading their grasp.

a/n: i got crazy writers block and was trying to force myself to write my wips but instead my brain cooked this up. everyone say thank you to @buttdumplin for making me brave enough to post <3

[skullsemi]

SO! I've just read the Auntie Nena comics and I have to say that it's SO GOOD! Based right off the movie "Auntie Mame" from 1958 (great great movie as well, I recommend it!)

It follows young Clarabelle as she goes to live with her eccentric aunt for a few days

And she's the cutest at every single panel!

Auntie Nena is... everything. And a bit more: She's dramatically honest, outgoing and supportive towards anything good, a funny and unique character that you can't help but fall in love with! (You can see where Clarabelle gets her future attitude from)

(Oh and to talk about the conflicts going on between our dear eccentric aunt and the conservative strict lawyer Mr. Headstrong)

I would just adore to follow more of the adventures of these three. Loved to read it so here I am getting some more attention to this great story!

[mercymaker]

"So they licked each other's ears?" "Mhm." "And then the palms of their hands? "Certainly." "And after that, the backs of their knees?" "Did you skip the part where he licked her throat on purpose?" aka Maleane wants to clear up some details in this elf romance novel they both bought as a cover to steal some spell scrolls at the marketplace.

this beautiful art piece was done by the amazing @nenalunes for our art trade! thank you so so much for this beautiful drawing. i'm so happy to have more pieces of fluffy malstarion as i'm usually putting them through a lot of angst. oops!

also, @nenalunes is currently doing art trades and taking requests, so be sure to check their blog out! ♥

[uc1wa]

18+ minors dni

tags: fem reader, oral sex

jaime reyes was a sweetheart, the cutest and softest boy you’d ever met. he wasn’t mean, didn’t argue, and always let you lead—whether that be when you both went out grocery shopping, or when you were sitting at the end of your bed, watching your sweet lover’s lip tremble and tears threaten to spill from his eyes.

"please, nena," he whimpers, his back pushed against the headboard with his legs sprawled out, his hands holding his thighs tightly, careful to not touch his length that is excruciatingly hard on his lower abdomen.

you’re sat at the end of the bed, sitting only in a bra and panties while jaime is completely nude, his face glistening from sweat. "it’s okay papa," you smile sweetly, one hand holding up your weight on the bed and the other rubbing the skin on his calf.

"don’t you wanna be good? i promise it’ll be worth it," you remind him, the hand that was touching his skin moving to your thigh and traveling to your lower regions. "i want you too, real bad, can’t you see?"

your legs spread open, showing the stain of wetness that’s blocking your core. his throat lets out another high pitched whimper, his fingertips turning white from the resistance he’s holding back.

"i’m so good, i haven’t even touched myself," and you know he’s good. he’s always good for you! jaime never touches himself unless your permission is granted, he’s always sending pretty pictures of himself while you’re at work, and if you ask him to be ready when you get home—he doesn’t think twice.

"my good boy, yeah?" your boyfriend whines while nodding his head, his teeth biting his lips as he finally watches you move, a sigh of relief escaping him.

you lean down, kissing up his legs until you’re at his tip which is red and veiny and ready for you. he watches with glossy eyes, his hands moving to the sheets beneath the two of you and deciding to fist those instead, wanting your touch to be all over him. "my pretty boy," you tilt your head teasingly to say once you’ve kissed his thighs.

the man above you could finish right then and there, coat your face all pretty and kiss it off of you like he has before. but you didn’t tell him to, so he wouldn’t dare.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispers as your lips move to his tip, pressing a kiss to it before you spread your mouth, sucking smally.

he’s more than grateful. if you left it at that, he’d thank you. his wide eyes continue to watch you take him whole, his hand swinging to his mouth and his teeth biting on his fist.

it’s only until you look up that he stops, "it’s okay baby, wanna hear you tonight." and he loses control, moaning and whimpering and whining for you till he’s asking you how you want him to finish.

"in your m-mouth, nena? i can-fuck-i can on your face? p-please please i can’t hold it anymore," he whines and you look up at him knowingly, never taking your lips off of him until you’re swallowing his climax.

jaime’s so good for you, because he knows you’ll always be good to him. even if he has to wait, he knows it’ll be worth it, that you know just where and just how to touch him to make him get a taste of heaven.

hi honey bunches! tmrw is fdoc for me but i’m gonna try n be as active as possible! will happily take requests, just might take a day longer to respond bc of school, thank u &lt;3

ALSO I HIT 1k LIKES YIPPIEE

[vincekris]

Norman Parkinson, Nena and The Sphinx, 1963

[brittsekland]

Nena von Schlebrügge photographed by Norman Parkinson in Sweden for Life magazine, 1968.

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Nena's song "99 Luftballons" provoked a cultural dilemma when Americans realized that "Luftballon" did not mean "Red Balloon" as commonly translated, but "Air Balloon." Americans grew suspicious of what other kind of balloon than air Germany had discovered, nearly resulting in global nuclear war as the song itself had prophesied. In the end, it turned out the alternative was merely "Staubballon," just like any American dust-balloon.

[nenasspot]

just saw the wild robot and I'm losing my mind over it

it's in the way the animation of the wild is waterpaint-esque, drawn in broad strokes with soft edges

it's how the human world is classically 3d animated, with none of the humans talking

it's felt through how roz' voice gets more and more inflection, with none of the original pauzes

it's ABSOLUTELY in the small worn-out spot on roz' neck where brightbill would sleep when he was little

[woso-dreamzzz]

what is nena and sol’s relationship like?

They'd be close

After Sol came to Spain, she'd probably try very hard to get Nena to stay with Ingrid as well because she doesn't want what happened to her happen to Nena

I reckon Sol would probably be semi-parentified and did a lot for Nena that her parents just wouldn't like getting her to school and doing her baths and making her food

Nena is allergic to eggs and Sol makes the best eggless pancakes with whipped cream, sprinkles and warm chocolate milk

@girlgenius1111

[nena0me]

I keep thinking about the first drawing I finished of them... This one was supposed to be a short comic, but then i ended up finishing just this panel.

[kosmokhaos]

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[empanadasdehumita]

me when someone criticizes nana osaki: you just don't get her lol

me when they criticize Hachi:

[cleopatragirlie]

Familiar faces who appear in the documentary: B-Movie: Lust and Sound in Berlin (2015)

[eldritch-spouse]

I just had a brilliant idea

What if we do ring toss with your horned ocs but instead of throwing rings I throw my panties at their horns?

(Rest in tears Vesper)

Considering the horn setups we have here, some of these will be quite challenging...

Who's to say Vesper can't catch them with his head tendril? Just toss them, you will find he has great reflexes.

Insults your aim: Mervin; Ludwig; Kalymir

Berates you for being a pervert: Cero; Eleri; Primin

"Skill issue" when you fail: Rei; Grimbly; Roch

Actively angles their horns to catch your panties: Santi; Obie; Nick; Berle

Blushing furiously: Fasma; Jayde; Nena; Vorago; Hudd

"But why??": Rieba; Adrul

Doesn't budge (but keeps them): Flints; Miara; Zizz ; Lucidia

You're failing no matter what and they're heartbroken: Lemoana; Rinx; Lacai

Puts them on: Livius

Begin running immediately: Krulu

[sirbird]

Grief and Rage

(Small piece from chapter 24 of AFM II)