#character insert

[inky-fandoms]

I greatly enjoy putting characters into my favorite movies that don’t exist in that movie.

Thank you blue prince (Simon jones) for being my #1 inspo for everything I do.

Also the OG images

[vroomian]

decided to do a reference sheet for vocx. they thick, especially the neck. gotta hold up that head.

[liliacsdelight]

FLUFF

You Are Everything

Protect Him

Jealousy and Teeth

Salty then Sweet

Didn't Buy It

Translating for Mama

You're Too Good To Me

Nail Art Interlude

Dividers by @uzmacchiato

[that-goth-idiot-jaaake]

I could not pass up on this one with the good n’ silly farm boy Once-Ler and a giant humming fish. Lmao.

Thank you to the lovely @weirdlythneederina for the photo reference!

[liliacsdelight]

Translating for Mama​

Whoever (m) x BlackFem!Reader

~°463 words, fluff, baby talk, your daughter trying to get you to understand her, etc°~

The late afternoon sun was streaming into the living room, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.

He was settled cross-legged on the floor, stacking bright wooden blocks into a tower, while Alma—a solid, determined little chunk of a toddler—sat opposite him, deeply engaged in a serious discussion.​

Alma, whose vocabulary consisted mainly of "Mama," "Dada," and a rapidly expanding collection of elaborate, highly expressive nonsense syllables, was speaking with great conviction.​“Bah-boo-da! Geee-wah!” she pronounced, gesturing emphatically at the collapsing block tower.​

Her dad nodded gravely, leaning in conspiratorially. “Oh, I see. The structural integrity is compromised by the load-bearing pillar at the base, which is simply unacceptable for the proposed trajectory of the intergalactic satellite, isn’t it?”​

“Bah-booo! Ye!” Alma agreed, nodding vigorously.​

You watched from the sofa, scrolling on your phone but smiling into your screen. You loved the completely serious, lengthy, and utterly fictional conversations he would have with his daughter.

Alma then scrambled onto the sofa beside you, grabbing your knee. She patted your cheek with a damp, sticky hand and leaned in close, her brow furrowed with urgent information.​

“Mama! Goo-wah bah-bop!” she stated, pointing back toward the catastrophic block tower.​

You looked down at her earnest face, tilting your head. You caught the important part, but the rest was lost to the wind.​

“Hi, sweetie,” you said, reaching up to stroke her cheek. “I love your little face. But I honestly don't know what you're saying.”​

She froze. Then frowned at you, pulling back slightly as if you'd just failed a crucial pop quiz.​

“Bop-wa?” she repeated, slower this time, clearly trying to simplify the critical message.​

“I know ‘Bop,’ but I don’t know ‘wa,’ honey,” you confessed with a light chuckle. “You’re too smart for me.”​

Alma’s lower lip jutted out, and she looked immediately over at her dad on the floor, her little face a picture of confusion and betrayal. Her eyes seemed to say, Why isn't she getting the urgent intelligence report?​

Her partner, still on the floor, immediately chimed in, leaning forward, winking at you.​

“She said, ‘Mama, the structural integrity of the base is compromised, and the fire truck is needed for immediate reinforcement!’” he translated, his voice low and serious.

“You missed the whole point of the mission brief, sweets.”​

You laughed, shaking your head at his commitment. You leaned down and kissed the top of Alma’s head. “Alright, alright. Go tell the structural engineer you need reinforcements, then.”​

She beamed, instantly vindicated by his father's translation. She scrambled off the sofa with renewed purpose, grabbing the red fire truck and barreling straight back toward him, ready to rejoin the complex, secret world only they understood.

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[cherrizone]

big subs....yum...

Not necessarily big as in genitalia, but big as in broading. Big shoulders and thighs, nice and burly and tall, just taking up space even when they don't mean to.

Big as in when you two walk together they're often considered the 'dominant' one in any situation, most people you come in contact with constantly asking just how on earth you take that every night. To which you just chuckle and shake it off, because the thought of you begging for them is almost comical.

As of they don't regularly drop to their knees whether you ask them to or not, big hands pawing at your crotch or inner thighs just for an ounce of your attention. How despite their size and opportunity to just take what they want from you—they would have no struggle practically picking you up off the ground and taking the lead. But they choose not to. They choose and even prefer to be at your mercy, embracing cruel or praising words while they writhe and beg for either more or less stimulation.

infact they get flustered when you offer the idea of them topping instead, they won't turn you down because they want you to feel good but they also show how little they know about it with how shaky their hips are when they roll into you, bear hugging you with deep strokes, nuzzled deep in your neck just begging for you to do something because they don't know what they're doing but what they do know is that it doesn't feel as good as when you do it.

"please...just move I dont- cant- please [name]."

[andrei-is-alive-sadly]

DISPATCH OC YIPPIE!!!