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#Adora and writing.
yeastinfectionvale · 18 days
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Le Mans was not at all how Marco wanted it to go. P2 in the sprint only to lose it during to a crash.
Marco went into his garage, feeling like a wet puppy. His team surrounded him, trying to elevate the pain and embarrassment. But there was only one thing, one person on his mind.
Bez made his way to the Gresini box after the celebrations. Marc leaning against the wall, still in his leathers, arms dangling around his legs. Marco held Marc's face with both his hands, kissing his lovers face all over, tasting champagne. Marc giggled as warmth blossomed in Marco's chest, and a little further down in his trousers, leaving him half-hard. Marco continued on his attack, focussing on the side of Marc's neck, gripping the other side with one hand as he held his waist with the other. "Sorry about your race." Marc whispered. Marco stopped kissing him for a second. Looking Marc straight in the eyes. "Congratulations on your P2."
Marc smiled, lighting up the whole room as he tucked Marco's hair behind his ear. He placed a gentle kiss on Bez's nose before kneeling down. Marco's heart began to beat rapidly. He could never get over the view of Marc below him, looking up with those eyes, eyelashes curling up like a doll. Blood rushed to his cheeks, the majority flowing down to his penis. Marco held Marc's face once again, leaning down to kiss him passionately before tangling his fingers in his hair.
Both their breathing turned heavy, ears ringing as the door slammed open, Alex Marquez bursting in.
Marco's hands dropped from Marc's hair as Alex made a noise of what could have been mistaken for a lawnmower. He turned on his heels and ran. Marco, frozen in place, could do nothing but watch Alex run off into the distance, probably telling anyone who would listen that his brother was on his knees in front of Marco.
His heart dropped as Marc stumbled up, tears in both their eyes as Marc ran after his brother, begging something in Spanish. Marco held his head in his hands as he slid down the wall. He twisted his fingers into his hair, trying to pull ringlets out.
This was not how Alex was supposed to find out. Bez had it all planned. He wanted to invite Alex to stay in Italy. Just him, Alex, Marc and their dogs. A small family holiday with no journalist prodding and poking them. No bikes to race. Just them. He wanted Marc as a whole. If that meant Alex too, then Marco wanted Alex in his life. But he had to go blow it and for what? A pity blowjob?
God.
Marc caught up to Alex, grabbing onto his shoulder and turning him around. Marc searched Alex's face, blood ice-cold as he saw no disgust in his eyes, only awkward horror. "Alex I can expla-" he was cut off by his brother. "No. I don't want to know what you and Bezzecchi get up to. No need to explain, everyone knows." Relief flooded Marc's veins before immediately freezing them again.
Everyone knew?
"how?" He asked slowly. Alex wiped a hand down his own face. "You aren't quiet, I've heard you both. Everyone could see the two of you sneak away." Alex patted Marc's arm. "Nobody in the media knows, just us riders." Marc sighed, head bowed as he and Alex made their way to their hotel. The car ride was silent, nobody wanting to think about the events of the day.
The pair were alone, standing in the elevator. Alex turned to look at his older brother. "Are you happy?" Marc was confused. "Yes?". Alex shook his head. "No. With Bezzecchi, are you happy?" Marc paused. How could he put what he felt into words? "Yes." Alex nodded, turning back to look at the doors of the elevator. "Good." The doors opened and they walked out into the hallway down to their rooms.
They split into their rooms, Marc diving onto his bed to text Marco.
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cephalopod-celabrator · 8 months
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I think it's a shame that there was never a discworld book involving Moist Von Lipwig facing the elves. Because I would pay so much money to see that. The elves are dangerous and some of them have seriously powerful magic, but for the most part they're creatures of glamour. They entrance, trick, deceive, and intimidate. But the thing is, Moist is even better at it than they are. Moist's primary skills are just his sheer audacity and charisma. The elves are creatures of stories, and Moist knows how to spin a story better than anyone. Plus, it's mentioned elves often try to use their glamour to overwhelm humans with sheer feelings of inadequacy and inferiority. And while Moist doesn't like plenty of things about himself, he's incredibly good at hiding it. As I said, he's a man with audacity. It could also draw an interesting parallel showing how elves aren't much more than he is, just magical con-artists but at least he's trying to be better now. Bonus: Adora Belle Dearheart vs the elves. She has an even more ironclad sense of self-confidence than Moist. Plus she has golems, which would likely be unaffected by both elf glamour and elf swords, and goblins which were formerly enslaved by the elves and are a vengeful people with access to a lot of iron. It would also be funny if they were hyper-sensitive to her cigar smoke or something
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tiny-pun · 10 months
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"Working" together
Hero: Look, our plans keep getting more and more reckless and also not at all glamorous enough for your usual kind of gig. We´re both clearly not in the right mindset to do this, so can we just move it to tomorrow and go home now? Villain: Oh? Have I been keeping you up all night, Hero? Hero: Yes! And not the fun kind! Villain: …Oh? Hero: Not that! - Oh my god! I meant- fuck. Villian: Well, that... can certainly be arranged.
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everythingcatradora · 3 months
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adora is generally a kind person but she has such an obvious soft spot for catra and it’s so cute… catra will be all grumpy or just nonchalant or something and adora’s just smiling this Specifically For Catra ™️ smile or even with catra’s antics in the horde in their serious training regimens we see that adora still can’t help but still gaze at her fondly like she was whipped!! she would consistently be annoyed with anyone else but she just folds when it comes to catra
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aoiveaeart · 2 years
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|🌸| Tender touches |🌸|
Ever After (1998) AU
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maxiemumdamage · 5 months
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What makes me sad is that there are very few RWBY crossovers — in general, but in this case specifically — that explore the hilarity of their weapons.
Like. The fandom has gotten so used to it to the point where we’re shocked when the melee weapon isn’t also a gun. We’re desensitized to things like “sniper-rifle-scythe” or “shotgun-gauntlets” or “katana-chain-scythe-handgun.” Non-RWBY characters, even those from an action series, will not be.
Luz Noceda would be alarmed if someone pulled out a seven foot tall sniper-scythe (though she’d fangirl before she’d panic in most circumstances). Percy Jackson will not know how to respond to a gun when he’s been fighting with a sword from antiquity. Adora She-Ra…is probably not gonna react that strongly, actually, but she’s a child soldier who unlocked magical girl powers and is friends with Entrapta, and as such is uniquely suited to cope with the insane bullshittery of RWBY weapons being thrown at her.
Anyway. Missed opportunity for comedy is all.
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n7punk · 2 months
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You have no idea how long this took, but I made some phone case designs! And you can get them as other stuff, but I started this project when I get a new phone. One of these is transparent and designed for stickers specifically. These are available on both Redbubble and Society6. See my post with details/disclaimers about the platform/quality differences here.
Designs: 1) “Promise?” S1 Sword of Protection (Base Version) Inspired by a season 5 promotional poster (near the bottom). Left to right, the First Ones script says “Promise?” and “I promise.” (Note: I chose to curve the final sound on “Promise?” to represent the upward tilt of a question) Colorways: sky blue (RB / S6), navy (RB / S6).
2) “Promise?” Broken S1 Sword of Protection (Variant) The addition at the bottom is an inversion of “She-ra”, a striking point for the sword. Colorways: sky blue (RB / S6), navy (RB / S6).
3) “Promise?” S5 Sword of Protection (Variant) Updated for season five, colorways are shifted to accommodate the new sword’s color palate, but otherwise it’s the same as the first version. Colorways: sky blue (RB / S6), pink (RB / S6), navy (RB / S6), maroon (RB / S6), lilac (RB only — I ran out of design slots on S6). Can you tell which design is my favorite child (which is funny because this is the last idea I had)?
4) Swords of Protection Decal Meant more for stickers and the like, this is a variant includes both the season 1 and season 5 sword design. (RB / S6)
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tippenfunkaport · 1 month
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Someday I will write an essay about how 90% of the bad takes on Season 4 stem from people not understanding that we are predominantly in Adora's POV and she is an unreliable narrator.
It ultimately doesn't matter whether she or Glimmer is right or wrong because Adora thinks she's right and Glimmer's wrong and that's all that matters to the show from a narrative standpoint.
Just because a character believes something to be true, doesn't mean it's objectively fact. Their perception colors how they view events, that's Writing 101. And in this case, it's the key ingredient for effective conflict because both people are not viewing the same event from the same perspective so they can't see eye to eye.
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arcticfern · 4 months
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Imagine: catpeople who cant help purring around their favorite people and they fucking hate it.
The first example as to how to apply this to writing was a She-Ra fic where Catra starts purring around Adora and can't stop so she starts avoiding her and there's angst and a tearful confession and shit
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turtle-ly · 1 year
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after the war the bfs start writing sidequest lists for adora so she can feel useful on her days off. things like "go for a walk in the garden" "remind glimmer to stock up on the minipies in her office" etc. and often adora would just stomp into the middle of catra's work and kiss her. why? well its in the list! adora says as she points at a "quest" unmistakably scribbled in her own handwriting
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mellowwillowy · 9 months
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Cendrillion Reader: *checks time and it shows 11:50* hey, what do you say if we retreat to the bedroom to do some deed?
Yan! Prince: for real? You are one full of surprise, being so straightforward~ I'd be damned if I say no, let's go!
-- 00:00
Cendrillion Reader: Surprise surprise, now choose whether you want to die clothed or not *points knife*
Yan! Prince: *panting beneath reader* Well, I must say, that's one of another hot surprise.
Cendrillion Reader: ...what? No no, so what will it be?
Yan! Prince: Can you do it while you ride me? I don't care if I die naked.
Cendrillion Reader: Right off to hell you go *plunges knife*
Yan! Prince: *grunts* I must say, maybe I really do have a knife kink all along...
Cendrillion Reader: No, you just want to die while getting fucked, maybe I should convince my fairy godmother to let you become my fucktoy instead.
Yan! Prince: Cool.
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one thing that bothered me about s4 was glimmer complaining about how adora and bow gets to go out and fight the bad guys, while she's stuck in the castle with queen duties.
it's such a tonal whiplash because she just lost her mother to the war and the world was almost entirely destroyed, and she's here like “aw man, you guys get to do all the fun stuff like battling the ruthless war criminals and risk getting killed!”
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kaiserincatra · 7 months
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do y’all think that, in a situation where adora remained in the horde and catra joined the rebellion, would scorpia develop a crush on adora? or perhaps STILL on catra? or neither?
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blonde-and-cat-suc · 5 months
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Catra being anxious and having panic attacks over the bad things she did is actually counter productive to any hypothetical scenario where she is self reflecting and/or receiving constructive criticism.
Her potentially having crippling anxiety over being an asshole in the past PREVENTS and/or DELAYS any changes she might potentially make.
Making this character spiral over moral dilemmas does not inherently mean she’s actively working to change her ways. Her being afraid of facing her badness does not make her good; it simply means she has anxieties toward constructive criticism/dialogue.
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yuristarwars · 3 months
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Everyone's always saying "be creative! be yourself!" but second I bring up my Catradora First Crimean War AU with Russian!Catra and British!Adora then all of a sudden its a "Bad idea" and "What are you smoking
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yeastinfectionvale · 27 days
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Marc didn't preen.
He especially didn't preen under older men.
But there he was, lips pursed around the neck of what should been a 0.0 Estrella Galicia. Head tilted up as he listened to Carlos Sainz Sr compliment his riding style. His vision spun, focusing on nothing but the man in front of him. Carlos Sr leaned against the bar, his cologne dancing in the air. Marc shook his bottle, trying to gague how much liquid was inside. Carlos Sr took the bottle from his hands, as the music changed, Smooth by Santana playing.
Carlos Sr extended a hand to Marc who accepted it, turning back to read the bottle of his non-alcoholic beer. If he wasn't drunk, what was making him feel this way? He didn't feel like this when he and Carlos Jr worked together, nor did he feel like this in the paddock. There was one person who made him feel like this, but that was the past. A past he didn't dignify with a memory anymore.
They made their way to the dancefloor, Sr's hand flat against Marc's waist, the other clasping his hand as they spun. The music played but Marc could only hear his own heartbeat, blood rushing through his ears. He prayed that Carlos couldn't feel his pulse under his fingers. He shuffled closer to the older man, running is free hand up Carlos' arm, resting on his shoulder.
The song ended,a Shakira song playing as they pulled apart. Carlos Sr lead him back to the bar, hand not leaving Marc's waist, until Marc sat down. Carlos Sr ordered a whisky, looking at Marc, eyebrows up, questioning. Marc shook his head, not wanting another drink.
He watched Carlos type away on his phone, the outline of a wedding ring on his finger fading away. Marc let his eyes wonder, gliding over Sr's arms, his sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm. Something stirred inside him, Marc gulped, shoving the thoughts deep down. The bartender brought the glass of whiskey over and Marc couldn't help watched Carlos Sainz Sr's Adams apple, watching it move as he slipped the drink.
"it's been a year of us being separated, divorced for two months." Carlos said, turning to look at Marc, phone slipped back into his pocket. "I saw you looking at my hands." Marc blushed, partly due to embarrassment and mostly due to thinking of Carlos' ringless hands running up and down his body. Marc cocked his head to the side and ran a foot up Carlos' trouser leg, testing the waters. Carlos Sr watched him with fascination, leaning forward and placing a hand on the back of Marc's seat, caging him in. "You look good blushing." Carlos whispered against Marc's ear, placing a feather-like kiss under his earlobe. Marc's breathing sped-up a fraction, blood rushing down as Carlos Sainz Sr pulled away, paying the bartender and leaving. He walked away, turning to look at Marc and wink before continuing out.
Marc sat at the bar, face beet-red and his trousers straining against him, not knowing a small piece of paper containing a phone number was in his pocket.
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