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Monty would be the feral uncle
Pairing: Queen x OC
Theme: Fluff
draw for the @bowieandqueen11 fluff writing challenge^^
that have been hard, but really funny to do! i really hope you like it, even if i take a lot time to do it. i would be happy to do others draw for you in the future, if you whant^^
thanks you soo much!
My prompt was: “You’re so cute when you’re angry” :)
In coming.......
Nandor really breaks all the boundaries of stupidity now, doesn't he?
Spoilers alert:
He just couldn't come up with anything better than: "Why should I admit that I'm jealous of Guillermo, let me just steal his boyfriend and remake my poor wife completely."
I just don't have the nerve for this man. We should start donating brain cells.
I love him more than life itself ♥️
Happy Birthday Freddie !!!
tag the oc who would step into a fairy ring on purpose
and then 10, 20, and 36 for freddie, pls? take your time! - 🔮⛈
you're really spoiling me with asks <3 thanks for letting me rant about my children 10. What's their favourite food or drink? stir fry with peanut sauce or semmelknödel (german bread dumplings). they're one of the few things his parents took the time to cook, so they're major comfort food for him. not that anyone around him can cook it
20. Glass half full, or glass half empty? he is realistically pessimistic. glass half empty. depending on his mood, he may try and convince optimists that it's half empty until he goes blue or just shoot them a dirty look
36. Are they a competitive person, even for fun? he would never stoop so low as to compete with others yes he's very competitive but wouldn't be caught dead saying so
you can find the ask game here!
A Pile of Sticks and Leaves
A/N: I was inspired by someone’s snippet of writing, but it’s been a while so I don’t remember who it was. Thank you for sparking this bundle of awkwardness that is my three babis trying to show affection
Summary: Zach decides Bella and Freddie are starved of affection and it’s his responsibility to correct that
Muscles screaming, Bella sank to the floor, leaning against the beaten-up sofa that still smelled funky even after hosing it into oblivion. She sighed heavily, head tipping back to rest on the seat of the couch, and tried to make herself comfortable but was thwarted by the low angle she sat at. The top of the sofa seemed too far away to move to.
Her eyes drifted shut momentarily, but they snapped open when Zach set his head on her thigh. Stiffening, Bella leveled a scalding glare at him but was exhausted beyond the point of caring to make him move. He met her gaze unflinchingly, cheek pillowed on her leg. A beat, then another. Breaking eye contact, having finished his assessment of her, Zach shifted, rolled, stood. Bella’s eyes followed where his feet pointed; Freddie sat peacefully on the fraying armchair in the corner of the room, which was in line with the kitchen, reading his recently liberated comic. A few weeks ago, after claiming the chair as solely his own, he had dragged it over to its current position to pick at half-prepared food and watch Bella cook. He claimed his new view was to make sure she wouldn’t kill him with terrible cooking. He was lying.
Zach stalked over to where Freddie was curled up. He leaned down. Freddie startled. Murmuring in Freddie’s ear, he waited for a nod, grabbed a slip of paper from the closest part of the dinged-up kitchen bench, slotted it into Freddie’s page in the comic, and slid the comic onto the bench. Perched in the same position, Freddie side-eyed Zach, making no move even as his hand was taken and tugged at. Intrigued, Bella watched on. Zach, his face blank and eyes bright, pulled more insistently. Still, Freddie didn’t budge. Having lost his patience, Zach huffed, stooped down, and effortlessly scooped Freddie up, who squawked indignantly. Tiredness made it easy for Bella to feign indifference as a smirk played at the edges of her mouth.
“Put me down!”
“Just give me a second.” Zach’s expression grew strained as he tried not to drop Freddie who writhed desperately in his grip. Reaching Bella, he tucked Freddie into her side. At the contact, the pair went immediately rigid. They would have made a good foundation for a campfire. “There, see?” Zach said, somewhat triumphant.
As Freddie overcame his shock he made to stand up. His escape attempt was foiled by Zach who had resumed his position on Bella’s lap and thrown an arm across Freddie’s chest. Groaning, Freddie settled stiffly back into his spot.
The fridge sputtered in its whirring across the room. Across the room, a hung-up shirt whispered to the floor as it succumbed to gravity. Silence stretched through the room. Chewing the inside of his cheek, Freddie mulled over the four conflicting angles disrupting the contact between his left side and Bella’s right. Zach’s arm went limp over his middle, pale fingers brushing his forearm. Not daring to move, Freddie flicked his eyes over to where Zach lay. He was twisted awkwardly over Bella’s legs, one hand over hers, laying on his back with his right shoulder draped over her knees to reach his frustratingly long arm around Freddie. Heart clenching strangely, Freddie dropped his head onto Bella’s shoulder and attempted to slump down to match her posture. It made his back hurt but, regardless, he continued.
Feeling Freddie relax, if oddly, Zach smiled and readjusted. He gave Bella’s hand an apologetic squeeze and began repositioning himself. Now he lay almost parallel to her, his upper back over her legs, curving one arm up towards Freddie. In silent acknowledgment of Zach’s gesture, Freddie laced a few fingers through his, eyes squeezed shut and eyebrows pinched but otherwise wearing a serene expression. Bella’s hand drifted to lay on his shoulder and Zach smiled lazily.
He hadn’t done this since Ethan. Just sitting together in semi-comfortable silence, as your breathing was a little too loud, but so was everyone else’s, which made it okay. Your joints would get stiff after a while, but it was worth it to just exist close to each other. You could stop running, stop hiding, and just be. Just lie with people you cared about, all in a pile, seated on the cold concrete floor of a stranger’s basement, surrounded by things you made, things you found, things you treasured.
La clave
Ja por mucho que lo neguemos en la vida hay mucha tensión sexual. Cada beso espera algo mas o cada cosa que decimos la mayoría de las veces tiene un doble sentido , las miradas, las expresiones se vuelven claves de complicidad entre dos amantes, el deseo, la lujuria y el sentimiento de excitación del deseo carnal hacen de esta vida el juego mas deseable que nadie quiere terminar.
Again thanks for the morph to @alec789
Freddie was getting tired of always been friend zoned by Carly no matter what he did he couldn’t get the attention of the girl he liked she always seemed to be interested in more masculine and manly looking guys. However, he heard that the T-bo from the smoothie place had made a new protein smoothie that was supposed to make you into a real man.
Freddie never liked any of T-bos crazy food invention however he was so desperate that it wouldn’t hurt to try . He drank the protein smoothie it was actually kind of tasty however as soon as he finished his whole body started to shake with violence. Suddenly his muscles began to inflate at an incredible speed, his arms that were skinny and small packed lb after lb of muscle soon they were bigger than most people heads. His pecs pop right our off his chest as two massive orbs that strained his shirt to the limit. His back became wider giving him an intimidating V- shape that would make most bodybuilders jealous.
As the transformation ended Freddie stood there his body now 200 lbs heavier, he flexed his arm a mountain of a bicep rose right there ripping his now skin-tight sleeve . The customers in the smoothie place were now admiring the now humongous teenager. Freddie smiled cockily let’s see if Carly still ignores him when he picks up the heavy camera with only one of his muscular arms, heck he was so big that not even Sam would be able to pick on him now…