Dang, I’ve gotten pretty far, haven’t I? Sorry this took forever and a day to decide on, but I’ve finally chosen to host another giveaway in celebration of my 400 follower mark! I still have to finish two other prizes from my previous giveaway, but the good news is I’ll have plenty of time this weekend to do it and catch up! So without further delay, here’s the rules for my current giveaway!
RULES:
Four winners will be selected from a random name generator. If you win, come into my IM so we can discuss your prize!
This post is for my mutuals only. Personals who reblog this post WILL be blocked.
You can reblog as many times as you wish until the deadline, which will be January 27th!
PRIZES:
1st place: A total of 25 icons of the character of your choice from any fandom, and a promo banner!
2nd place: A total of 20 icons of the character of your choice from any fandom, and a promo banner!
3rd place: A total of 15 icons of the character of your choice from any fandom, and a promo banner!
4th place: A total of 10 icons of the character of your choice from any fandom, and a promo banner!
it never leaves. it’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. every day it’s a different version of itself. sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. the moon understands what it means to be human.
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┃┃╱╲ In this
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╱╱╭╮╲╲ we love
▔▏┗┛▕▔ & appreciate
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treating characters as the
multi-faceted works they are
and not taking a single trait
or running gag and conflating
it to be their entire personality
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it never leaves. it’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. every day it’s a different version of itself. sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. the moon understands what it means to be human.
ernesto is quite possibly the most handsome man in the land-- he’s drop dead gorgeous and knows it.
hector is the stable boy who tends to his horses and the like-- though when asked he’ll do extra chores, always responding with ‘as you wish’.
over time, ernesto starts to fall for the stupid guapo farm hand-- though he’s determined never to admit it. he also figures out that whenever hector says ‘as you wish’ what he really means is, ‘i love you’. he comes to terms with how he feels as well.
eventually, hector goes off to seek his fortune. he wants to become worthy of ernesto. the ship he’s serving on his attacked by a vicious pirate known for taking no prisoners.
when word reaches ernesto-- he’s devastated. he cannot mourn properly either-- as theirs was a secret love. while he’s able to move on, he knows he’ll never love again.
meanwhile, the princess [or prince wink wink] of the kingdom sends their attendant to find a worthy husband. they don’t care who he is, so long as he’s beautiful. ernesto is found by the royal’s attendant and brought to the castle.
it’s announced that the two will wed at the end of the week. ernesto doesn’t seem to mind-- he knows he can’t love this person, and makes that clear. the prince[ss] doesn’t seem to mind at all.
ernesto ends up getting kidnapped, however, a day before their wedding. his kidnappers intend to kill him-- and keep him sedated so he cannot fight back.
Oh, the whimper. Héctor could point it out, but why make Ernesto start denying it? It usually made him stop what he was doing, and he sure as hell better not.
Teeth gently graze his lovers lip before air is savored, nails making red marks against the skin without question. Gasp comes from the intensity of his body calling for more, the assurance of what this was all about. Even if he was being too needy, an aspect Héctor hated at times, Ernesto just always had a way about him that stirred down to his very core. That he was his, they belonged to one another. Even if he saw flirting or an on screen kiss, none of that had this passion. This vibrant desire. As if the suns rays were always upon their faces.
Flushed already with the moment, the taller keeps his head titled, clearly allowing for Ernesto to continue on with the knitting of teeth against sensitive skin. Hushed sounds of excitement beckoned him to moan, but Héctor was going to try and keep reserved.
“ That’s not enough time for what I want. What I need right now, is you to tell me. Tell me what I like to hear, hm? Who do I belong to? ”
Hands were snaked around the broad shoulders of his lover, before one could slip between them, brushing against chest, stomach, side. Nails raking at the cloth which separated them. Ernesto wore one of those suits, the kind made for these movies they always asked him to be in. If it were not for the costume department complaining to Ernesto for damaging his attire, Héctor would have ripped at it the moment they came in.
A harsh pull, and Héctor drags them away from the wall, pushing Ernesto down on the small couch provided in the trailer. Knees spread, body rested atop the open lap now presented, before he forcefully took lips against his own again. Straddling him was exactly what he had in mind when he entered and now, his goal was obtained. All he could wish for now was more time. He felt the other’s hands still on him, exploring every inch that could be reached.
Despite claims to the contrary, Ernesto was a vocal partner. Eager and somewhat selfish-- he adored attention, thrived off it. The same was true in moments of vulnerability like this-- he relished any attention afforded to him. Praise excited him-- it was his weakness and Hector had learned just how to use it over the years.
Stupid sexy gangly bastard.
Letting Hector take the lead was easiest-- He was so fueled by passion at the moment, and truth be told, Ernesto liked it when his partner took control. It made him feel secure. Safe.
“Eres mio.” Came the growled response, as he continued to assault Hector’s poor neck. He left a string of marks on the flesh too. His partner would have to wear his collar up for a few days-- such a pity.
Stumbling back onto the couch, his hands found Hector’s hips, gripping onto them as he moved against the male. It was probably not the best idea to do this in costume-- but his clothes would be coming off soon anyway. He’d already started to wiggle out of his jacket as he kissed his beloved-- and his hands slipped off Hector for a moment to handle both their belts.
“How long have I loved you? Years!” He huffed in between kisses. “I’ve never met a man so thick.” At those words he palmed the male through his clothes-- pointedly making that statement a double entendre.
“We have plenty of time, mi-amor-- they can wait.” Slowly the male unbuttoned his shirt, making sure Hector’s eyes were on him as he gently undid each button. He wanted to tease-- to rile his lover up even more-- to drive him mad with desire. Ernesto was right-- he had the time. He was the star.
“So tell me. What do you want?” The statement was punctuated with a flourish of the last button being undone-- his shirt falling open to reveal his bare chest. He’d been made to shave it for this picture-- as body hair didn’t test very well with audiences.
