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fxckin-polkadots · 2 years

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okay this one is a lil dumb but like, projection

Kurt with a reader that learned to code purely for modding minecraft?

i think it'd be slightly funny

CANDIECARDS!!!!! it’s nice seeing ur asks in my inbox man !!!

How the hell did you do that? // Kurt Goreshter

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Warnings: None / Not proof read

A/N: Reader is gender neutral (not specified in ask/no pronouns referred with)

Synopsis: Kurt showing the reader something he’s “working” on, and the reader enquires how he learnt to do that.

Translated words: Пчелка – Pchelka = Little bee

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“How the hell did you do that Kurt?” You asked, peering over his shoulder that the blue screen of his dinky laptop. You could barely keep up with the amount of pop ups flashing on screen, each filled with information you couldn’t quite take in.

You knew Kurt was an avid hacker, and a good one at that. But you never knew how on earth he learnt to do it, whenever you’d had asked he’d go awkwardly quiet and dance around the question until you have up prying. Hackers never reveal their secrets, you guessed.

You almost didn’t catch his response to your question as you were to engrossed watching his hands flicker across the keyboard, like skilled ballet dancers preforming a routine they’d done a thousand times before.

“Modding Minecraft, Pchelka”

You stared at him, mouth agape, he had stopped what he was doing and was looking right at you. “What?” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, the man you’d seen jack into government owned servers was now telling you he learnt this from a video game. “What? Don’t believe me? I’ll show you”

Ruffling in his back under his desk he pulled out an old, scruffy looking USB, you couldn’t read the russian text scrawled on a sticky label on the front. You assumed it must’ve been “Minecraft” or something like that.

He placed it into the side of his laptop, as an old windows screen popped up, the foretold game’s home menu brightly lit up the screen. You watched with mounting anticipation, nothing looked out of the norm though. That was until he opened a saved game file, and once he had the whole game looked different, the textures were more advanced and in the home he had spawned in there was furniture you knew wasn’t already in MC.

He moved around the little area, showing you nick-nacks he had either modded in or collected during his play through, and then he went outside, into a beautiful forest with types of trees you hadn’t even seen before, all you could say was “Oh wow,” you heard kurt chuckle at your remark, “Like it?” he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, you nodded.

“We should play together some time” Kurt offered, leaning slightly back in his chair, you couldn’t agree more.

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This one is slightly shorter - my apologies ^^; i hope you like it though !!

and yes i’m now realising the reader is just standing up the entire time but i have no idea how to slide in a chair somewhere in this oh well 💔

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unionize-aromantically · 11 months

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♾

["So I'm moving to New York, 'cause I've got problems with my sleep”]

I just interpreted this as moving because the time zones are different. according to genius the reasoning is more complex, but the problem is literal. so yeah, problems with one's sleep party :) (on theme cause I slept in today and missed like two things).

#music asks #ask game answers #asks #musicblogging #the wombats #wombats (band)#asks: aroarachnid

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cadavercowboy · 1 year

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me omw to bite you because you fucking decided to be beautiful all the time ???????

…….go to jail

#i love you so much why do you hate me like this mir i am erasing my eyeballs #he’s literally a wombat #princess 👑#it took me so long to answer this don’t look @ me #ask micky

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dramamines · 5 months

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42! :3

#ballena answers #the wombats #spotify wrapped #ask game

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direwombat · 9 months

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The number of y'all asking for 📿 for syb is very funny to me

#like yes yes we all know she’s haunted but is she HAUNTED haunted?#wait and see :)#ill answer the asks when i get home this evening #whining wombat

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yawnderu · 7 months

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Parenthood — Miguel O'Hara x Reader

I love putting this man in situations.

Content: You kidnap a wombat and force Miguel to play house with you.

fluff, idiots in love, mutual pining.

"You brought a living wombat into my office." Miguel notes bluntly, staring at you dead in the eyes with an unreadable expression as his slow-moving platform lowers.

"I wanted you to see it." You retort, shooting him a playful smile as you put the heavy creature on the floor, trying not to cringe at the pain on your back from carrying it. You crouch down next to it, petting it like it was a domestic pet, and it lets you.

"You could have sent a picture." Miguel sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he mutters in Spanish, not knowing what to make of the situation. Why was it always up to him to handle all this nonsense? He deals with timelines and the multiverse, what the hell does he know about wombats?

"Why on earth did you think you should bring this to my office?" He asks, jumping down from the platform and staring down at you and the not-so-tiny creature, hands on his hips.

"He was so miserable at the zoo! Now he's smiling and laughing— well, not really, but you get what I mean. He looks happier." You retort, looking up at Miguel to give him a sheepish grin.

"You're telling me you kidnapped a wombat just for this?" He looks between you and the wombat, who is now chasing you around. He's... both impressed and amused now. Impressed because you actually managed to do something like that, and amused because you would do something like that.

"What's his name?" He internally punches himself for falling for the bait. He knows he should have sent you away, maybe even have you arrested for stealing a zoo animal, but... you kidnapped the animal to show it to him, and it's playing with you, looking happy. It's... kind of endearing.

"I was thinking about naming him Miguel O'Hara." You answer teasingly as you lay down on the floor of his office, allowing the wombat to climb on top of you as your hands cover your face, feeling its tiny and gentle scratches on them.

"No— that's my name." Miguel says. This is adorable in the most unhinged sort of way, and he can't help but ignore the way the corners of his mouth tilt up slightly.

"Fine, then he'll be... Miggy." You poke your tongue out at him, sitting up as the wombat stays on your lap, being surprisingly calm. You made him tired by running around and letting it chase you.

"You call me that." He answered with a raised eyebrow, glancing between the wombat and you. He can feel his brain leaking out of his ears.

"Are you too selfish to share a nickname with a wombat?" You grin up at him, enjoying teasing him, just like every single time you're together. His reactions are the best, and he's so funny without even realizing, like a grumpy cat.

Miguel simply rolls his eyes, walking over and crouching down in front of you. He stares at you dead in the eye before disengaging his suit on his hand, reaching down to gently pet the wombat. His hands easily dwarfing the head of the animal, yet he's surprisingly gentle.

"Tell you what— this is my child, I'm its mother, and you'll be the father." Yes, you're trying to play house with the damn animal and Miguel. No, Miguel will not stop you, despite the way he rolls his eyes.

"I didn't sign up for this." He replies, yet he keeps petting the animal, scratching behind its ear. This girl could probably kidnap an entire herd of these if she so pleased... and he'd probably join in on it.

"You're insane." He tells her casually, though his words lack the usual bite they carry. "Actually insane." He loves her.

"You still have a huge crush on me, though." You retort teasingly, ignoring the way he's blankly staring at you, burning a hole through your head. He's probably making your head explode in his imagination.

"I don't." Miguel is a horrible liar and he knows it, yet that doesn't mean he won't defend himself against your horrible— but true accusations.

"You totally do." Your smug tone only makes things worse, forcing Miguel to try his best not to roll his eyes so far he could see his own brain. He simply sighs, ignoring you as he starts petting the wombat's tummy.

"Don't speak when I'm petting the baby. Cállate." It seems Miguel is getting a chance at parenthood with you, even when the "baby" is a 30kg marsupial. The thought of it makes the corners of his mouth slightly tilt up, looking down at the animal to hide it, yet you can still see it. The image of it puts a smile on your own face, yet this time, you keep quiet about it.

#miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel spiderman #across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel 2099 #miguel x reader #atsv #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara fluff #fluff #miguel spider man 2099 #miguel atsv #spiderman atsv #spiderman 2099

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embracing-the-ineffable · 9 months

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Hunting for Clues-with-a-capital-C, a meta of Good Omens metas, and GO fun!

*I'm adding to this list as I find new and interesting Clues and theories!

*This post version is dated 21 Apr 2024; the current version is pinned to my profile.

* I maxed out Tumblr's link limit! Here's the Google doc (which is due to be updated SOON with lots of posts I've reshared in the last few months...) with all the Clues, links, and metas I've collected from all over the fandom.

Below, you'll find a list of my original posts, most of which are filled with fact-finding, Clue-hunting screenshots that will probably leave you with more questions than answers! Several of these posts are also presented in partnership with the Ineffable Detective Agency:

Fanfiction:

From the GOMM holiday exchange: Cocoa and Fairy Lights, How to Fight Your Chemistry and Lose

GOMM 2024: Orbiting a Memory featuring a gorgeous illustration by @altonthebard

Fan Fiction Friday: The Universe Might Answer: Broken Moonlight

From the GO Song & Poetry Exchange: The Ineffable Dance

Good Omens Day of ✨Dance✨:

Learn all about my GO "Day of Dance" and get a link to all the fandom art I shared, here!

Time:

Gabriel's Memory Returns:

Plus, hidden audio in the memory tunnels?

The Appearing Sign:

Edinburgh and the Briefcase, presented by the Ineffable Detective Agency

The Bentley:

Crowley, Aziraphale, and the Statue:

Crowley's sideburns:

Crowley's sideburns aren't even consistent in the promo photos.

Extras Behaving Strangely:

Hawaiian Shirt/Pub Table Guy

Marking the Columns

The Demon in an Orange Hoodie

More Assorted Discontinuities:

When does Mr Arnold's shop arrive? After season 1, except Neil says it was in the 1970s

The disappearing textiles storefront

Season 1: First Wombat in Space (also, Bentley bullet hole decals)

The Clock and Other Furnishings:

The circular bookshop rug CHANGES?!

The Good Omens bookshop furniture changes between s1 and s2 (but NOT after Adam reboots reality!)

The Bookshop/Hospital Sink

The Opening Title Sequence:

The S2 Opening Title Sequence: analysis

Other Speculation and Questions:

On Neil's Tumblr asks, Staying Skeptical, and Gravity Falls

Finding hope for s3 and perspective for s2 in Neil's s1 podcast with David Tennant

The BTS parking ticket translation

Parallels with Nightmare in Silver (Doctor Who written by Neil) - multiple Crowleys?

Has Aziraphale been meeting with Floating Head Metatron throughout s2?

Would even vulnerable, heartbroken Crowley try to protect Aziraphale at all costs? A possible hidden transfer in the kiss.

I have questions about Nina and ESPECIALLY about Maggie...

Don't pay the guy with the blue glasses, he doesn't work here!

If you enjoyed my research, stay tuned for future posts, and take a look at my Google doc for even more Clues and metas from all over the fandom!

Some closing bits of encouragement:

A: "You just said it was the only way to prevent something terrible happening!" G: "Really? What?!" A: "I don't know!" G: "Well then, I expect it will be fine. Most things are fine in the end."

Neil: "Tell him that it will all be all right in the end, and that we are not yet at the end."

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shaarlslec · 1 year

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me and the devil

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part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

warnings/notes: charles leclerc x reader, none for now; i've been gone but now i am back and i am trying to get back into writing, this is only an introduction to help me get back on track;

inspired by: Soap&Skin - Me And The Devil, The Neighborhood - Afraid, The Academic - Why Can’t We Be Friends?, lovelytheband - i like the way, The Wombats - Turn , Wallows - Pleaser

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You have been friends before being teammates, each developing what seemed to be crushes on the other during that time. Then, you helped him achieving what he had always craved the most by playing the good cop of the game – and now you were turning on him.

Two championships in the bag since the 2024 season, Charles Leclerc was now fighting for the third one. Flued by the mistakes and wrongdoings of his team and his alone, Charles changed the game, and he was not planning to stop anytime soon. He had to win, he had to be the best that there ever was – and winning two championships represented the beginning of his legacy.

Charles had realized three seasons ago that the good old ways of listening and submitting to his team’s orders was not working anymore for him and his goals. Trusting them with his whole heart that they have a plan for him somewhere soon in the future neither.

First season since the attitude adjustment brought him the second place in the Championship miles away from third place, and the other two the winning title bringing the Italian team back on top, instituting dominance back on the grid. How that managed to happen, everybody wondered when the answer was rather smile – Charles Leclerc was done being nice, obedient, and sweet.

The Monegasque flicked a switch, decided not to follow Xavi’s words all the time over the radio and stopped the hope tap, instead Charles began staying up late every single evening after a race with the engineers and strategists to plan the best way to fetch the next win, not letting them move a finger without him knowing. The entirety of Charles’ life outside and inside the track was Formula 1, not even bothering to afford leisure time anymore, hours and hours of training, testing, and manhandling.

Starving for the win every time when he passed Max or Lewis, never switching positions with his teammate if asked too and sarcastically apologizing for any accident he had provoked due to his now very risky driving – no matter the drivers who were involved. That is what Charles had to do to put his team back on top, and to stop the laughs coming from his haters. Failures can make a man turn bad, and it has turned Charles Leclerc for good.

Ferrari minded at first, but after seeing how a good guy turned bad can win them races, can win them points, can cash for them, and put them back at top, the comments towards him from the team had stopped. No matter how harsh Charles replied to interviewers and no matter how much fuss he was making over the radio – they let him rule.

You were bothered by that to an extend that those sleepless nights that Leclerc had in the garage were your own too – figuring a way to beat him at his own game as his teammate. Yes, the truth was that Charles Leclerc could have not done it without you, without his sweet lieutenant: the one who agreed on being Ferrari’s second driver and forever little helper for Charles Leclerc to shine.

You took Ferrari’s seat two years ago, and the timing could have not been more unfortunate for you to take your shot at one of the bigger teams after rookie years of switching seats in between midfield ones. You were proud to be one of their drivers as everyone dreaming of racing could have been, and it was meaningless to say that part of the excitement of sharing spots with Charles was highly impacted by your undying little crush on him since you were just a junior.

Those feelings of admiration, marvel and curiosity swiftly turned into resentment throughout the two years. Oh, what complications your feelings for Charles were. In the same fashion, what complications you joining the team was for Charles. He knew you, and no in the way the others knew you – but in the way of him being your mentor throughout the years. He had always been talented, and you caught his drift from earlier on watching him climb the ladder as you followed in his steps.

You followed him around when you could, being five years younger than him and not attending the same tracks and leagues as him made it complicated to do so – and yet, you managed. Charles saw something in you too, although you two were not exactly from the same generation – he took his time before F1 races to watch you drive in your F2 ones and watch closely if you were taking his advice. He liked to think about you as somewhat an investment, but what do you do when you start to find your investment as something so much more?

The little protégé turned into the protector, having Charles’ back anytime he needed, changing positions with him every single time when asked, putting him ahead of you all the time for the sake of the team for two whole years. Your mentor-mentee relationship changed since you two were now teammates, and when you were not faking it for the sake of PR and Ferrari’s imagine – you were playing catching mouse most of the time. You obeyed for the first two years, and yet you were the first one to be feed up about Charles Leclerc’s villainous attitude that got him winning championships in the first place. Therefore, you were becoming a threat now although people in the time were already talking about your shift – Charles Leclerc was the first one to feel it.

“I am pretty sure I am faster than him.” You spoke quite calmly to your race engineer hitting the DTS zone while being 0.782 seconds behind P1 that Leclerc hardly managed to keep due to his tire degradation, “I am not waiting for your approval, I am passing him.” You declared, fingers almost crushing on the steering wheel.

“No, no, Y/N. Do not pass him, I repeat – do not pass Charles.”

If you could have rolled your eyes at the engineer, you would have done it in the most annoyed ways he had ever seen a woman disgusted by his words ever in his life. Instead, you keep your calm and speeded. Leclerc was not the only driver that was not listening to his team, you were not either – he thought you that through his actions, right? Well, Charles taught you most things you know about how to race for Ferrari.

It was never easy to pass Leclerc, especially this season since Ferrari managed their best to produce a car according to his driving style (jokes were on him in that matter, since you have been mimicking his driving style since you were fourteen). And yet, through the ten races this season had so far you quite enjoyed every single battle on track with your teammate. Full concentration on, you battled Charles for almost one full lap teasing him enough for his tires to almost fail completely and for your entire body to ache at every single taking of a risky turn wheel to wheel with him.

Fans were in awe; Fred and the whole team were at the edge of their seats with hands clasped praying you two will not crash like you did during the season’s last race (causing your car to be retracted), and as you passed Charles and maintained the ten last laps ahead of your teammate with a teensy half of a second gap or even less you knew that everyone was going to talk about how you stole P1 from Leclerc for the third time this season. Also, you knew how Leclerc’s reaction was going to look like in front of the others. Calm, restricted and with a congratulatory smile all over his pretty damn face. Fuck, it would have been easier for everyone (especially for you) if Charles were not to have such a pretty damn face.

“You needed to be stubborn, weren’t you?” Charles spoke as soon as your helmets were off and you were waiting your turn to hop on the podium after Max claimed the third spot, making sure that you two were the only ones hearing his words.

“You need to stop acting like a prick, don’t you?” You returned the comment making him room to pass you, “Go on now Leclerc, claim your second.” You dared to mock even further, blood boiling inside Charles’ insides as his dreadful glare pierced you with the additional shake of head and a corny smirk sprung on his face.

That was usually how many of your conversations with Charles went lately, sarcastic comments and calling each other on your surnames, faking the coldness of what was a made-up reality in between the two of you. In that type of a reality – you two hated each other when, in fact – you were drowning until the pits of hell together not in heathered but in a form of lustful longing and yearning Dante wrote about.

It was useless to say that your relationship was a twisted complicated one. You have been friends before being teammates, each developing what seemed to be crushes on the other during that time. Then, you helped him achieving what he had always craved the most by playing the good cop of the game – and now you were turning on him. Oh, more than acquaintances, less than friends and under many circumstances craving to be lovers.

The evening after the race called for a huge party thrown into your honor and the 1-2 finish for the team, and the timing could not have been more perfect as that was the last race before the summer break. You needed this, you deserved the win – and you were going to celebrate with everyone who wanted to do so. All the drivers were invited, Charles Leclerc included. Most of you knew that he will not came. Charles had missed most of the parties in the past two years, even though most of them were thrown for him.

“He is going too far with his World Champion vibe.” Norris spoke as the group you were with at the bar were talking about the bet that has been placed at the beginning of every party in the last year or so: will the champ come?

You slightly sighed, your bid for tonight was “no” no matter how much you would have wanted him to truly celebrate with you your win. You took one of the shots that were placed across the bar and drowned it whole. That’s it Y/N, you have to abandon the idea that he still finds you likeable.

Shaking your head due to the high percentage of alcohol you found burning your mouth, you turned to Norris and gave him frowned look, “You always choose the most grotesque shots to start the night with.” You added, napkin now glued to your lips.

Norris’ eyebrows cockily twitched up, “Wait until you see the other that I have plan—” Norris begun to speak but shut his mouth tersely as his eyes went behind your shoulders fixing them on whatever he saw that made him grunt, “Oh fuck – losing all my money again just because of him.” Norris muttered, eyes rolling as well.

Your heart sunk the moment Norris’ finished, Charles was right behind you. You could have caught that judging by what Norris just said, and yet what gave it away was the scent of that one Prada perfume you knew too well. Looking over your shoulder, your glare fixed Leclerc who was already looking right back at you. Besides sarcastic and bitter comments, excruciating long enduring stares was one of your things too. Perhaps they meant something more than just seeing who is winning at the game of asserting dominance, something in between the lines of “I want to touch you, and yet I am afraid I might get burned.”

“Don’t give her too many shots – she gets drunk easy.” He commented, and of course the very first thing your teammate said in a mass of people was about you.

“I don’t.” You childishly replied without breaking the eye-contact, knowing very well yourself that your alcohol tolerance was not something you could show off like you do with your driving skills.

Leclerc let a short amused chuckled escape from between his lips, “Let’s agree to disagree.” He then added, taking a shot as well after quitting in fixing your glare with his – you won this time too.

“That is all you two have been doing since the beginning of the season, aren’t you bored yet?” Russell interviewed with a swift move inside the party, patting your shoulder and gently taking you into a warm embrace, “Congrats darling, awesome drive today!” He then added, joining Leclerc for shots but not before he metaphorically turned the knife inside his friend, “I wish I could say the same about you too, Charles.”

You mimicked an embarrassed smile watching Leclerc giving George a side-eye, “Thank you, George.” You added, not missing on the chance of mocking Charles together with him, “You did your best, don’t mind George.” You bittersweetly spoke, Leclerc placing the empty shot glass back on the bar and giving you one of his signatures shake of disapproval accompanied by a short silence before a scornful comment.

“Since when does George Russell call you darling?” Leclerc then asked, watching George and Norris make their duty in finding homes for the remining shots made of the other drivers’ hands.

Your shoulders shrugged, “I guess it is a British thing.” You shortly laughed, “And since when do you care how other drivers call me?” You wondered, catching yourself too comfortable to really laugh in presence of Leclerc without the laughs being results of sarcastic comments exchanged in between the two of you.

Leclerc’s eyes widened for a short while as he found himself a contented position next to you, who were sitting on a high-bar chair making yourself stood a little taller to Charles’s side, with his elbow pressing the bar’s surface and his chin sustained in his palm, forearm fully into your sight now as well as his peering eyes on yours again. To add to this whole thing, Charles’ other hand wrapped its fingers on the edges of the chair you stood in.

Inches away from each other while the others were taking their seats at the woodened table at your left next to the bar waiting for the food, you two felt like you were alone in the whole entire restaurant – just as you feel when your cars are creeps away on the track.

“I don’t.” Charles replied, fingers gripping on the chair even tighter – sign that Leclerc actually did care on whatever appellatives others used for you when you two only permitted surnames in between the two of you, “We need to talk about today.” He then voiced and you could feel your heart sinking right into your stomach.

“We don’t.” You added, getting down from your seat with a hasty move that meant being trapped in between the chair and Leclerc for a brief second before he took two steps back, almost as if he was careful of your bodies not to accidentally collide, “I have nothing to say to you – I was faster and I passed.” You smiled right back at him, “Sucks to be the second driver at Ferrari for the day, right?” You spoke looking over your shoulder as you made your way to the table next to the others.

You left Charles hanging in there with no chance to reply. He breathed slowly, and after selfishly taking another shot from the bar, your teammate followed your steps towards the table but made sure to sit across from you.

Hours passed, food was served and finished, drinks were aligned and tasted. You enjoyed celebrating your win, and you would have wished for the one standing across the table from you peering with those beautiful damn eyes catching yours from time to time analyzing them back, to celebrate it with you too. Yet, that was unheard off – Charles Leclerc was not celebrating other drivers’ wins anymore.

You liked sweet Charles better than villain Leclerc, and you caught yourself thinking about this while Charles was exchanging shots with Pierre at the bar that evening laughing about unknown whispers coming from the French driver right at Charles’ ears.

In all loudness, Charles’ laughs echoed the most in your head and you would have been able to give up all your wins for him only if that guaranteed you that Charles that you knew back into your mentorship years could come back – that is how complicated being teammates with Charles Leclerc was for the moment, and how much more complicated it will become now that you were turning into the devil you were so afraid of walking with.

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thepurplewombat · 5 months

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Character headcanon ask: LXC + JGY!

Okay, so it's finally cooled down enough that my computer has stopped making distressed noises whenever I turned it on, PLUS! we even have power for a few hours today, so here goes:

Lan Xichen

Sexuality Headcanon:

I'm gonna be honest with you, I don't give a lot of thought to characters' sexuality, at least not in terms of having headcanons for them. In my head, LXC is probably some flavor of bi, except that in practical terms, he's A-Yaosexual.

Gender Headcanon:

I think I've read one fic where LXC was actually a woman - not in the sense that he any flavor of trans, at least that was not the impression I got, he was biologically and emotionally a woman, but he was presenting male because of Political Reasons, and I thought that was quite interesting. But in general, I think he's a cis male.

A ship I have with said character:

Oh I don't know, I just don't know, who could I possibly ship the incomparable First Jade of Lan with - it's Jin Guangyao. Like, I'm not going to say that xiyao is canon and everyone who disagrees is wrong (even though they are) because everyone is allowed to be wrong on Beyonce's internet, but any version of Lan Xichen that isn't in love with Jin Guangyao is a Lan Xichen who is so wildly out of character to me that I just don't know what to do with him.

A BROTP I have with said character:

I think he'd get along really well with Jiang Cheng as friends - like, among the reasons that I don't think they work as romantic partners is that I think Lan Xichen would find being in a relationship with JC utterly exhausting. As a romantic partner, you feel somewhat responsible for managing your partner's moods, in a way that you don't necessarily feel the need to do in a friendship. I just think that the distance of a friendship would give him the opportunity to enjoy Jiang Cheng's cunty tendencies and temper, while not making him feel in any way responsible for managing Jiang Cheng's moods.

A NOTP I have with said character:

That being said, Jiang Cheng is not actually my NOTP for this character. I remain convinced that chengxiyao is a viable ship that just needs the right story to take off, and I'm sure that if I were to read a really good x!cheng fic, where Jin Guangyao is not demonised or erased, I would probably enjoy it.

No, my NOTP is Nie Mingjue. Mainly because I think he's an abusive jerkweed who reminds me of both my murderous ex and my late father (although to be fair to the Great Old One, he never tried to kill me) and I don't think that someone who is incapable of understanding that maybe other people have different priorities and points of view, is a good fit to be in a relationship with anyone who doesn't precisely share his values.

Oh and also Nie Huaisang. Just no. NOPE.

A random headcanon:

Not long after the end of canon, Lan Xichen disappears from his house of seclusion and is never seen again, because he's given the entire jianghu the middle finger and fucked off.

General Opinion over said character:

When I finished the book he was my favourite, and I was initially drawn into thinking more about Jin Guangyao because I was looking for stories where Lan Xichen has a happy ending, and a lot of the time, a happy ending for Lan Xicnen requires a happy ending for JGY as well. In the months since, he's been somewhat supplanted by JGY - it's not that I love him less, it's that I love JGY so much more (send help I am genuinely unwell about Jin Guangyao).

More general opinion - I think Lan Xichen should have the opportunity to go absolutely feral.

Jin Guangyao

My lovely boy, my sweet cheese, my rotten soldier, I love him so much.

Sexuality Headcanon:

I mean, canonically he loves both a man (LXC) and a woman (QS) so, bisexual?

I do think he has a complicated relationship with sex, because of his mother's profession and his father's...everything, but I think that like most of his traumas, he pushes it into a box and never ever thinks about it.

Gender Headcanon:

I think that when he was a small boy, his mother went on her knees every day and thanked all the gods and ancestors that he was a boy, because at that point she must have still hoped that JGS would come for them.

So I don't think that JGY has ever actually thought about his gender beyond 'thank the gods I wasn't born a girl'. Like, he could never allow himself to even consider anything other than being a man, because he was his mother's son, you know?

A ship I have with said character:

Xiyao. They're just so *clenches fist* I love them, your honor. Like, they just so obviously love each other - it's more obvious in CQL, but it's not exactly subtle in the novel either, and I just...my heart breaks for them and I love them so much.

I can also be convinced about Chengyao, because I think that Jiang Cheng and Jin Guangyao have got some things in common, and the ways in which they differ are very complementary.

A BROTP I have with said character:

I think that he and Wei Wuxian could have been great friends, if the stars had aligned properly.

A NOTP I have with said character:

Obviously it's a free internet and everyone can do what they want, but personally I can't ship my blorbo with someone who tried to murder him three times and hated him so much that even without knowing that JGY had killed him, he became a fierce corpse and escaped the grave to come after him. Just nope.

A random headcanon:

I don't think that JGY would have left the temple that night. I think he was genuinely trying, because at base he's an engine of survival, but honestly I think when push came to shove and he had to leave Lan Xichen and never see him again, I'm not sure he would have done it.

General Opinion over said character:

I love him. he's my favourite character in MDZS, and he's near the top of my list of all time favourite characters.

#Wombat answers asks #wishthefish #Jin Guangyao #my favourite son #meng yao #maybe he did commit some atrocities #but have you considered that I love him #Lan Xichen #LXC #My favourite son-in-law #best boy lan Xichen #a deeply fucked up but unfailingly kind individual #not a himbo #he just drank his Respect Meng Yao juice

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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supermodel ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)

"yeah, she's a master, my compliments."

summary: an episode of the måneskin tour vlog was uploaded and people are not having it. OR lester really tried not to cry as she spoke about her engagement and life with daniel ricciardo. danny only wanted to fulfill her dream without her worrying about the cost.

content warning: brief use of explicit language, fluff, dirty jokes (no smut), lester being me irl (mentions of money and middle class girlies), måneskin members making their appearance, smau/video clips content.

note: writing this to fulfill my imagination that someone would come swooping in and save me from my student loan (a joke, i will be pursuing press relations this year hopefully). i'm going to uni this year. also. we've had way too much unhinged danny and lester. that's why most of the posts i'm uploading are fluff or relating to babysitting toto wolff's kids. enjoy xx

masterlist

MÅNESKIN TOUR VLOG #2

[first caption: (italian) my fiancé is asking me if we should have a rustic-themed wedding. i told him "mio caro, if we want a good marriage, we can't use our yeehaw persona as a factor of our wedding!" he asked me if i had an input, all i said was "i haven't thought of anything yet."]

[second: person: and your wedding is in december. lester: we've hired a wedding planner, of course. whenever he's on a race or at home and i'm touring we would have a zoom meeting with our coordinator. i'm not being useless, i promise. my planner has been useful so far, and we've already come up with guests, location, entourages. it's challenging but exciting.]

[third: (italian) "your wedding is going to be amazing, from what i can hear" i hope so. danny pushed me into planning it out with him because i've told him about not wanting to impose. everything were so expensive- i still think everything's pricey. he pushed me, asking me what i want for our wedding. he didn't like it when i think about money, because apparently it's stopping me from pursuing my dreams.]

[fourth: (italian) i like to be independent and earn money on my own. but the kind of wedding that i wanted-it wasn't on my budget. when danny said "tell me what you want" all i can think about is him taking control of the matter. his budget, not mine. beggars can't be choosers.]

[fifth: he wants an answer. at first i wanted to joke, but then i remembered vividly watching a tape from the wedding of princess diana. she had this really nice dress. and she got married and she had all of these pictures in a palace. i told him, "if you don't mind, i would like to get married in a castle. be a princess for a day." he looked at me funny for thinking that he would be bothered by anything that i'm saying]

[sixth: i still feel like i'm imposing whenever i get invited to gatherings with/by his friends or family. it's like the same with (my) paddock passes- i know i've earned my place but it still feels like i'm not one of them and never will be. but the thing is: i love danny. he makes me feel like i belong somehow. and i feel like i'd be more than willing to give my body and soul to him as soon as he asks for it.]

[seventh: *sniffles* (italian) i need to stop speaking about him especially if he's not here. he's got some sort of sense when i speak about him and he'd text me (to ask) if i was chatting shit. but he's been amazing. i cannot imagine spewing out the worst things especially to/about him. those two years of being together and my six years of pining on twitter were worth it. i just hope he sees me as his equal not as a burden.]

bonus !!!

f1tillywolff posted !

user1 replied: "he's fiancé" sounds like danny saying "i'm baby!" while sipping on an apple juice lmfao 🤣

user2 replied: i'm sure with learning how to speak french fast, she should be able to learn and speak wombat.

user3 replied to user2: bestie wtf is speaking wombat? 😭

user2 replied to user3: it's when you can't speak joey, you resort to wombat.

f1tillywolff posted !

user1 replied: why am i even excited for the reception nood art painting 💀 it's nice to know she's still as messy

user2 replied: first pic really said "lester alessandro, h0rny on main, caught in 4k" 😔

f1tillywolff replied to user2: nah that's just lester being lester. it's been the wildest 2 years for us danester dumpster fans.

user3: her attention going from her fiancé to the mechanical bull really shows you where her priorities lie 🤡🤣

loressandro replied to user3: everything reminds me of him 🤠

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kaaaaaaarf · 2 months

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hello!! I am late for the music asks so pls answer whichever numbers u wld like that someone has not asked but u wished they would 🫶🏻

Hi lovely Skye! 🫶

20. do you have any band t-shirts or other clothing items and what are they??

It is my main wardrobe staple! I have the following shirts: 2 Led Zeppelin, 1 Queen, 1 Mitski, 1 Ray Bull, 1 **** ****, 1 Chappell Roan, 1 The Beaches, 1 The Walkmen, 1 The Wombats, 1 Stiff Little Fingers! (I feel like I missed one) I also have two band totes, 1 Boygenius and 1 Noah Kahan! I would give my left tit for a Replacements shirt...I also would love one from The Smiths and Talking Heads, although I do have a Talking Heads pin on my leather jacket. It says love me 'til my heart stops, love me 'til I'm dead. Oh and I have a T-Rex button on my purse.

25. Is there any activity (walking, housework, studying, etc) that you cannot do without music?

The dishes and going for walks/riding the subway!! I would never raw dog the outside world.

🎵🎸🎹 music ask game 🎵🎸🎹

#ask me #skye tag

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mr-up-on-a-downer · 24 days

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I am normal and have opinions please you should ask about one.

The answer, may shock you, dear mutual and or follower

for example take the humble wombat. One might call it the pinnacle of nature but I think it’s a abominable beast best served up in a tasty little stew.

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mackeydoodledoo · 11 months

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Burning Sun: Chapter 12

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You've seen her in the school halls, the cafeteria, anywhere really. You, for the longest time, hoped... Wanted to be noticed by Rosalie Hale. However, you give up when you realize it was getting you nowhere... Throughout high school and just some time after the high school years, Rosalie’s true feelings come to fruition.

Chapter Warnings: Past Trauma, Slow-Burn Romance, NSFW

Chapter Theme: Turn - The Wombats

Key: Italics = Thought, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Italics = Flashback

A/n: None

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The wedding guests all make their leave one by one after Bella and Edward’s departure to their honeymoon. You were planning on staying for a couple days extra before going back to your apartment in the city.

You made your way to the guest bedroom, however, the room was the way you walked into it...

“Actually... You’re staying in my room,” She says, “Moved your bag into my room while you were talking amongst other guests.”

“O-Okay,” You say

She takes one of your hands into hers as she gently pulls you out of the guest room and towards her room. Not being able to protest, you follow. However, once you two had gotten to the second floor, you were about to turn off into the spare room until Rosalie tugged at your arm, leading you into her room.

“Still very Rosalie last time I’ve seen this room,” You chuckle

“Yeah...” Rosalie chuckles as her voice trails off

You begin taking off the wedding outfit and begin putting on looser, comfortable clothing.

“Hmmm... I'm actually going to miss being here,” You confess, taking your hair out, letting it fall

“What do you mean?” Rosalie asks, looking up at you

“You forgot? I don’t live in Forks anymore Rosalie,” You say

“You could just move back here... You know,” Rosalie tries to talk you into staying

“You know I can’t do that Rosie,” You chuckle, “My life isn’t here...”

“It could be, if you really wanted,” Rosalie says

And here she goes again...

“There lies the problem between us,” You sigh

“What are you talking about?” She asks

“You attempt to change my mind about my own life,” You say, “It’s like you’re only concerned for your own life... When you can literally live forever...”

Rosalie forgot that you knew about her secret; being a Vampire.

“You had so many chances back then, when I was actually willing to let you persuade me to do certain things with you because I really did like you back then,” You add, “It’s now that you decide that you actually like me back?!”

“I was scared then...” Rosalie confesses, “That if you knew what I am then, it’d scare you away... But... The process of actually falling in love with someone... Is what I miss...”

“What could the vampire Rosalie Hale be so possibly afraid of?” You ask, still not persuaded enough

Rosalie gently grasps your warm hand into her cold ones, jerking you forward as she has your hand gently cup her breast.

"R-Rosalie?..." You look at her

Her thumbs gently stroking the back of your hand as she says nothing: waiting for you to do something.

"This... I was scared of this Y/n..." Rosalie answers, "I wanted you... More than anything... But, each time... Each time I... I had the chance I thought of...”

You listen to her voice trail off as her eyes do as well. You take another step forward, your hand still settled upon her breast.

“Before... Before I turned I was..." She begins

Rosalie could remember her former fiancé and his group of friends brutally sexually assaulting her like it was yesterday, fresh in her mind. Her echoing screams caused her to begin crying. She attempts to turn away from you so you wouldn't have to see her so vulnerable.

"Rosalie," You coo

You stop her mid-turn, pulling her into your embrace.

"Shhh," You coo, gently stroking her blonde locks, "It's okay... I'm here... It's me."

*Rosalie's POV* Someway... Somehow... The steady beat of her heart calms you down. You cease your crying as you continue listening to Y/n's heartbeat. Something you wish you still had.

"You were sexually assaulted in your human life... Right before you were turned," Y/n completely guesses, “And as you were turned, you didn’t have a choice...”

You pull away from her embrace (not entirely) just to look up at her.

"How?.... How did you?..." You attempt to ask

"It makes sense to me now,” She says, “Love was something you wanted but... Could never find the ‘right’ one you were longing for: a regular human life with the most romantically romance you could achieve.”

"Well, also your blood has a play in it too..." You start, "It was like... Calling to me... Serenading me... Everytime I was near you I... Couldn't get enough of how good it smelled... How bad I wanted to try it... That was why I was pushing you away all the time. The scent of your blood was too addicting..."

You try to look away out of sheer embarrassment; something that occurred to you so long ago, comes back to creep on you.

"Do you still want to?..." She asks, "Try it? My blood?"

"Well, yes but-" You attempt to decline

Before you could protest to her that you didn't want to try it out of fear of losing control, Y/n was already holding a pin.

"I know you vampires would often... I guess lose control if you have human blood," She chuckles, "But... With you... Rosalie... I trust you. One hundred percent... That you wouldn't go over board."

She sits at the edge of her bed as she preps to prick her finger. You follow to sit in her lap, and stop her..

"What's the matter?" She asks

"Are you sure?... You trust me?" You ask

She leans forward and kisses you, slowly and passionately before she pulls away, a smiling creeping along her face.

"With all my heart," She replies

With that, she pricks her finger: a deep crimson dot seeping through her finger. She squeezes the flesh between the blood for more to seep out. She begins holding it up to your mouth. You carefully grab her hand as you hesitantly bring the finger into your mouth.

*Y/n's POV* You watch carefully as Rosalie's eyes darken as she drinks the little amount of your blood. She opens her eyes to hold your gaze as she continues drinking the blood from your finger. You couldn’t feel any sort of pain... You only felt turned on. You watch as she opens her mouth and drags the tip of her tongue across the no longer bleeding palm of your fingertip.

“Rosalie,” You sigh

She puts her forearms upon your shoulders as she closes the gap between your faces; kissing you passionately. When she pulls away, she hops off of your lap and turns her back to you. She reaches behind her for the zipper, barely getting a grasp on it as she seductively begins unzipping it, watching you from over her shoulder. You on the other hand, instinctively look away, shutting your eyes out of respect and privacy.

"You're cute when you look away," Rosalie flirts

You felt three fingers underneath your chin as your eye direction changes back to Rosalie.

"But, not this time," She tells you, "Don't look away from me... I want your gaze on me..."

"Are... Are you sure you want to... With me?" You ask

You only asked out of respect and wanted to give Rosalie the option to stop if she wanted to.

She nods, "More than anything..."

You watch her let the dress fall to her ankles; her blonde locks falling back down along her shoulders. She doesn't break eye contact with you as she turns back to face you, sauntering her way to get back into your lap. Rosalie takes your hands and places them onto her hips as they automatically begin exploring her exposed skin. She shudders under your hands as one snakes around her back, and the other trailing up from her stomach. You lean forward as your lips kiss the skin above her breasts.

*Rosalie's POV* You tilt your head back as Y/n's lips explore your chest. Feeling bold, you again take her hand into yours, you lingered at it: feeling her unnaturally warm body.

"What is it?" She asks

"Your warm touch... Compared to mine," You say, intertwining your fingers with hers, "I forgot how warm bodies can be... How nice it feels to have a heartbeat, flowing blood..."

"If there was a way I could switch being a vampire so that you could feel human again.. I would," She says

"Time's change," You state, "Right now... You make me feel alive..."

You reach around the back of your bra and pinch then together; letting it fall between your lap and Y/n's lap. However, you pick it up and toss it over your shoulder, hearing it clank against a table. Again, you take Y/n's hand into yours and have her cup your bare breast. You do the same for the other.

*Y/n's POV* You look up at Rosalie as her hands remain over yours. Your eyes shift down to your hands as you lean forward slightly, kissing the skin between her breasts as your hands instinctively close down on what was around it.

"Y/n," Rosalie moans

You yank your head away as you hear your name come out of Rosalie's mouth... Sexually...

"Y/n?" She asks, "Whats wrong?"

"Nothing it's just... I was surprised is all," You answer

"Was it because of how your name came out of my mouth?" She guesses correctly

She could hear the blood rushing to your cheeks. She smirks as she leans forward, feeling her lips hover over your cheeks.

"Y/n~" She moans against your ear

You coil your arm around Rosalie as you slam her back into your bed, crawling on top of her. Your heart raced, you didn't know what came over you. One point you were trying to keep your cool, next you're acting out. However, you only see a smirk fly across her face as she tugs at the hem of your shirt as she helps you out of it. Before she moved onto your sports bra, you lean in and trail your lips over her neck. You bind her wrists down as she attempts to press her hands onto your shoulders.

"Let your hands explore me... Y/n..." Rosalie attempts to hold back moans

You stop to look at her directly into her eyes.

"Then guide me" You say, letting go of her wrists, "Show me what you like... Whether it's my hands, mouth, even eye contact... Show it all to me Rose."

Rosalie looks at you: trying to figure out a way to even simply guide her lover. From her human life, they've always put their hands on her, however they'd like. She never expected you to ask what she wanted.

"You... Never had anyone ask you a question like that before... Have you?" You guess

"Will you stop correctly guessing everything?!" Rosalie giggles, slapping you in the shoulder

You catch her hand before it slaps your arm again, pinning it to the side of her head.

“Not if you don’t want me understanding why you’re inexperienced with intimacy,” You answer

“You seem to know what you’re doing...” Rosalie adds, “Your ex-girlfriend was lucky.”

Your eyebrows furrow into a confusing expression.

“What ex-girlfriend?” You ask, “I never had one.”

“What?” Rosalie asks, sitting up, “I thought you?...”

Your lightly chuckle as your hand finds itself sitting against Rosalie’s cold cheek.

“The entire time... I never had eyes for anyone else,” You confess, “I’ve ever only wanted you...”

“Even after you figured out that...” Rosalie begins asking

Your head bobs into a nod, knowing what she was, figuring it out yourself.

“It doesn't change how I see you,” You confess to her

Rosalie pounces onto you, your back hitting the bedsheets.

“No more waiting,”

“No more arguing,”

“Just you,”

“And me,”

Rosalie tells you in-between kisses.

“Always,”

You reply.

*Rosalie’s POV* Y/n sits up as she also wraps her arms around your hipline: keeping you close.

+*+

You wished you had limited stamina when it came to being intimate.

“Y/n...” You moan

Your head lifts to see Y/n’s head between your legs, still working her magic. Your head leans back into the pillows as she hits a sensitive spot.

“Y/n,” You moan again

As you lift your head again to look at her, Y/n makes eye contact with you. Your upper body heaves upward as you felt your “climax”.

“Y/n- Y/n wait,” You sit up

“Is everything okay?” She asks

You nod, but hook your finger underneath her chin as a sly smirk curves.

“It’s your turn,” You smile

*Y/n’s POV* You open your eyes when you feel fingers gently tracing shapes against your collarbone. You lift your head as Rosalie makes note of your movement.

“Morning sleepyhead,” She looks down at you

You were about to question why Rosalie was up but you just remembered; she’s a vampire.

“Sleep okay?” She asks

“Yeah, I did,” You hover your face in front of hers

“Hungry?” She asks

“No, not yet,” You sigh, “I just want to be here... With you.”

+*+

You took an extra few hours to just wake up before beginning to pack all of your clothing items back into your suitcase.

“I still want to go back to college to get a degree,” You say

Rosalie looks up at you as she places a pair of your pants into your suitcase.

“I know,” She stands up

She steps over the case to grab at your hands and put them against her hips.

“I was so busy trying to keep you around, I forgot about your feelings,” She says, “I forgot that I also wanted you to live as a human first.”

“Give me until I graduate college,” You suggest, “Then we can be in the talks about turning me.”

“I-I couldn’t do that to you,” Rosalie says

“You could,” You say, “Unlike Bella, I decided to remain human for a little while longer.”

“Yeah... That’s true,” She smiles

“Plus, we don’t have to decide it as soon as I graduate,” You say, “We can discuss it when I do and take some time on it.”

+*+

You shut the trunk of your car and turn around to face Rosalie and her family.

“Don’t be a stranger Y/n, you’re always welcome to stay here,” Esme tells you

“You know I’ll visit,” You smile

Your attention goes back down to Rosalie; who is clearly trying to fight back tears as she immediately could her arms around your torso.

“Hey...” You coo, wrapping your arms around her, brushing her hair

She pulls her head away to look at you.

“You don't have to be a stranger at my place either,” You smile, “You can visit, stay, whatever else. We can make this work.”

She nods as you give her one last kiss before finally departing back to Seattle.

Chapter 13

#Rosalie Hale #Rosalie Hale x Reader #rosalie twilight #rosalie hale imagine #twilight saga #nikki reed #female reader

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