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bobbin-buckley · 4 months

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Wednesday Addams Headcanons

Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff and Smut (aged up!!)

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SFW

-When you both met Wednesday hated you she only disliked you because you were better than her at lots of things

-She didn’t actually really hate you she was just mad because she actually loved you

-All she would do is ignore you when she discovered these feelings. Enid told her that she should put on her big girl pants and ask you out

-Wednesday was always blaming you for this feeling, it wasn’t partially your fault I mean you’re so goddamn pretty

-She finally accepted this feeling and asked you out on a coffee date at WeatherVane. It went nicer than Wednesday expected, you exchanged numbers (you had to help her), gave her a kiss on the cheek and planned another date

-Sooner or later you asked Wednesday to be your girlfriend and how you really liked her

“The feeling’s mutual” she’d say

-After not even a few months of dating Wednesday was pretty protective of you

-If a guy were to flirt with you she’d give them a death glare causing them to flee

-You didn’t mind the Over-Protective-Wednesday-Addams it was honestly sweet that she cared for you so much, even if she wouldn’t show it physically

-Wednesday wasn’t much for physical touch, she was rather more for words. Eventually she adjusted to some touching like pinky holding, hugs, kisses on your knuckles, a kiss on her cheek or forehead

-some physical touch is always behind doors, Wednesday hates pda. The closes thing to pda you’ll get is her pinky holding under a table. It’s quite cute infact

-Wednesday was never for pet names but she’ll call you “Cara Mia” “Mi Amor” “Mon Tresor” “mea vita” in Spanish, French or Latin

-Enid tended to tease Wednesday about you, how she was so head over heels for you without even realizing it

-You guys eventually get a room if your own together

-Fencing matches, watching/listening to her play cello, hearing her type on her type writer, going to the raven with her, investigating together, she offers to grave dig with you and you actually enjoy it

-You’ll give her ideas for her writing and sometimes she’ll write them in

NSFW (Everyone is Aged up)

-More dom for sure, if you’d fight her over it she wouldn’t be slow thats for sure

-Honestly most times you guys have sex she prefers it vanilla, unless she’s feeling kinky and mad then roughness will come in

-Sex at night, never usually during the day because she’s worried Thornhill or Enid will walk in

-She’s moderately quiet there’ll be groans and whimpers from her, while as you…she wants to hear you scream but in the environment you’re in it won’t work out

-Enid almost walking in on you guys

-She’d definitely do knife play and pain play, she won’t be crazy about it like actually stab you. She doesn’t wanna hurt you too much. (So she’s still soft even during intimate)

-probably owns a strap, a black strap ina box under her bed (uses it once in a while)

-Will throw thing out of the room and will lock him in a drawer if he ever attempts to spy

-She really tries to pleasure you, she’s never done nor thought about having sex with someone (obviously this is aged up)

-She loves pleasuring you, even if she likes to make you hold your orgasm or pulls away before you cum but other than that she likes to please you well

-I’d say she is the type to do queening (face sitting) she loves having you sit on her face, like actually sit she likes the thrill of not being able to breath while tongue fucking you

-She is soft during sex, making sure your okay if she does something different or if she accidentally hurts you

“This okay?”

“Okay…I’m going to put it in Amor”

“Shit, are you alright?” “Wednesday Addams apologizing? No way” “shut up…but seriously”

-Whenever you’re top (rare) she wants you to be rough with her she loves pain. You are always unsure about it but she claims she’s fine

-Aftercare is a meh for her. She’ll make you a bath but you’re kinda on your own from there (depending on how you feel) like if she went rough and you’re super tired and can’t walk she’ll help you to the bathroom but otherwise ur good

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Where are my little gays at?

Sorry for a late upload I’ve been going through something and I broke up with my gf so it’s been hard for me to find motivation but I’m alive! I think?

Anyways, I’m starting something for Tara rn I think you guys will like it cause I love it

But have a good day/night! 😃

#wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair #wednesday x enid #wednesday series #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega

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doawks · 11 months

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reminder, yoon jeonghan.

pairing. father’s bestfriend!jeonghan x f!reader.

warnings. some crying. dirty talk. unprotected sex━ missionary. some degradation mixed with praise. possessiveness. sir kink (2). hard dom (ish)!jeonghan. angst ?? or maybe not i could be exaggerating lol. age gap.

♫ reminder, the weeknd.

˗ˏˋ#XiMENA SAYS! not proof read, per usual. ANYWAYS!!! this felt kinda rushed & i don’t know if i like it yet && it’s 4am so i’m tired lol ´ˎ˗

“Do you enjoy disrespecting me, YN?”

Jeonghan was highly upset━ fuck that, he was enraged. The tips of his ears tinted a cherry red, nostrils flared, veined hand tightly wrapped around your throat whilst his lips were slightly parted - his warm breath fanning against your face.

He had you placed on your knees in front of him ━ rough material of the woven floor covering underneath bruising your skin.

He looked so fucking scary and honestly you should’ve felt intimidated or frightened, but it would be a complete lie if you said you were. Though he looked daunting, he also looked so, so good. Strands of his black hair partially covering his eyes, the light weighted gold jewelry delicately dangling from his neck, the head of his tongue prodding at his inner cheek━ God, you should not feel this turned on right now.

“I asked you a fucking question, slut,” His lips were so close to yours, you almost thought he was going to kiss you. Oh how painfully wrong you were. “You enjoy sneaking behind my back and having boys fuck that dirty pussy of yours?”

No matter how it may sound, Jeonghan doesn’t get jealous. Or that’s what he tells himself, at least.

You shake your head, jutting out your bottom lip, “No, Sir.”

He chuckles, so dryly and humorlessly, an unamused look taking over his handsome features, “No?” His unoccupied hand reaches down to your panty clad pussy before his fingers sneak under the soaked fabric. He then scoffs in what sounds like disbelief, “What a messy little cunt,” Licking his lips, he begins to toy with your clit while looking into your eyes with a glint in his, “Can’t believe you let some little ameteur frat boy stick his dick in my pussy.”

Jeonghan clicks his tongue, tilting his head to the side, “Did he fuck you nice and good, at least? Did he hit that spot that has you arching and begging for more? Hm? I guess not since you’re here on your knees grinding onto my fingers like a little bitch in heat.”

At this point, you’re a complete mess and Jeonghan hasn’t even done anything yet. He seems to have that effect on you.

“Please, Hannie . . . I’m sorry.”

Jeonghan lifts a eyebrow, “Hannie?” Shaking his head as he continues to speak again, “That shit isn’t going to work on me, YN. Not tonight. So save all that whining and pouting ��cause it isn’t going to get you anywhere.”

There was no doubt in your mind that Jeonghan was going to go anything but easy on you tonight. You deserved everything he had coming your way.

When Jeonghan was mad, he could get mean. Very, very mean. Eye watering and lip trembling mean. And rough. Not too rough, though.

As soon as he entered his spacious room, with you tailing along, of course, he simply turned his body around and gripped your waist - instantly pressing your bare back to closest wall, causing to softly wince at the coldness. For a split second it looks like Jeonghan’s eyes hold softness before they’re switched back to his dark gaze. “Should I fuck you up against this wall?”

The question was rhetorical. He didn’t expect you to answer though even if you did it would fall on deaf ears.

His lips attach themselves to your collarbone, “Leave your legs a wobbly little mess while you’re gripping onto my shoulders for balance as I pound your cunt? It’s not like whores including yourself deserve to be properly fucked on a bed.”

“I-I’m not a whore.” You mumbled, coming out more brattier than you intended for it too. Immediately causing Jeonghan’s attentive ears to perk up in response.

He scoffs and removes his lips, peering at you with irritation, “Shut the fuck up. You are a whore and a nasty one at that. Getting fucked hours prior by some douche and now you’re here wanting to get fucked by your father’s best friend,” He shakes his head in disbelief, “It was silly of me to think that you were my good girl.”

It’s sad and embarrassing that out of everything Jeonghan had said, his last sentence is what caused your heart to clench. Jeonghan always referred to you as his good girl.

The day when you had your legs spread for him diligently as he brutally and animalistically lapped at your sopping pussy, after you came prettily on his tongue, he kissed up your soft, silky skin whilst whispering “my good girl.”

Or, the day you came home excitedly because you got the highest test score in your class and instead of squealing about it to your father, you found Jeonghan in your kitchen and decided to tell him about it in lieu. He was so, so proud of you and took you out shopping, fucking you in the backseat of his car after the long spree. The sounds of skin clapping was loud but not louder than Jeonghan’s praises as he was constantly telling you how much of a smart girl you were and how you were also his good girl.

Jeonghan, noticing your long silence, brings a hand up to grip your chin, “Are you my good girl, YN?”

“Yes,” You nod slowly, “I’m your good girl, Hannie.”

A sigh flies from his divided mouth before he, finally, presses a kiss to your lips. One, soft singular kiss. It was so quick and unexpected.

His hand releases your chin and comes up to cup your cheek, stroking the flesh tenderly, “I know, baby. But you’re also my little slut and I’m gonna fuck you like one.”

Without saying anything else, Jeonghan guided you over to his bed, pushing your body down onto the mattress. He wastes no time as he’s unbuckling his belt, not breaking eye contact with you for a split second, after he’s finished, he pulling his boxers down and grabbing your ankles to pull you to the end of the bed.

“You think you need my fingers to stretch you out a bit first?” His tongue pokes out teasingly.

“No! Please fuck me, Sir, please. . .”

Jeonghan laughs, “You like calling me Sir, huh? You like me having authority over you?” He takes his painfully hard cock into the palm of his hand, giving it a few strokes before guiding it over to your pussy, tapping the reddened head on your puffy clit. “Can I slide in, angel?”

“Yes, please,” You whine out, back arching off the mattress, “Want you━ Need you so, so bad.” You sounded so desperate, but honestly you couldn’t find yourself to care. You needed Jeonghan. You always needed Jeonghan. Truthfully, Jeonghan was one of a kind and it was extremely idiotic to believe that someone could even come close to him.

“Of course you do. Needy little thing,” He tsks, shortly letting out a throaty groan afterwards once sliding into your fluttering hole. “Fuck,” His head drops, sweaty strands of hair dangling in front of your face.

“Pretty fucking pussy,” He punctuates each word with a particularly hard thrust, “And it’s all mine, right?”

You heard him ask the question, but he was fucking you so hard, you really couldn’t find a voice inside yourself to answer. Which, of course, was not going to slide with Jeonghan.

His hand comes to your neck for the second time tonight, the cold rings on his fingers contrasting with your warm skin, “I asked you a question. Don’t tell you’re that fucked out? I barely even started, YN. Fucking ridiculous,” Annoyance was laced in his gruff tone, “Don’t worry - you don’t even need to answer. You hear how loudly you’re squelching for me, baby? I bet she doesn’t do this for anyone else. This is all the proof I need.”

He was right. So right.

Your hands sneak underneath his arms, placing your hands on his sides and pulled him closer to you, “Love your cock - Love you, I’m sorry . . .”

You were a blubbering mess. The pleasure was so overwhelming, though so euphoric. You couldn’t think and could hardly speak properly. Tears began to prick your eyes, vision blurring. He was the only one who could do this to you.

“You shouldn’t say things you don’t mean,” He places a kiss to your forehead, hooking a hand under your knee and pressing it to your breast - giving him better access to reach deep inside you. He was basically balls deep. “But I love you too, angel. My pretty girl.”

The way your cunt was clenching down on Jeonghan so greedily was enough to make a sane man go mad. And Jeonghan could admit, he was a sane man who was about to go absolutely mad if he was in your pussy any longer.

“Ah!” You cry out when you feel Jeonghan’s scheming fingers toy with your sensitive clit. “Gonna - Gonna come, Hannie!”

Jeonghan’s pace instantly quickens. At first, before his cock was even near your cunt, he had it stored in his mind that he wasn’t going to let you orgasm. He was going to fuck you, though, nice and good, but as soon as you felt like you were going to come, he was going to pull out. But now that the time is here, it feels criminal to stop. And besides, you looked so pretty as you were going to coat his cock. Plump lips slightly parted - drool trickling out your mouth, Lashes wet from all the crying, cheeks red and flushed━ God, you were such a heavenly sight that would never get tired of.

Jeonghan leans forward, huskily whispering in your ear, “Come for me, baby. Make a pretty mess all on my cock.”

Jeonghan’s voice never failed to push over the edge. Whether he was talking you through an orgasm or asking you something as simple as “how was your day?”

“Jeong━ Hannie!” You were a broken record stuck on repeat. It was like the only two words you could properly say was Please or Hannie.

He lets out a breathy titter, “C’mon. Come for me.”

You came, Jeonghan shortly following afterwards. He takes a breath. Then another one. His forehead rests on top yours, “I’m not gonna let this shit again. I said I love you and I do, baby, but if I catch you fucking somebody else who isn’t me, it won’t end well. You understand?”

“Yes, Jeonghan. I’m sorry.”

“Mhm,” He nods slowly, you can tell he has a lot more he wants to say, but he doesn’t, and you didn’t want to pry it out of him so you drop it. “Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

#�� ━ JEONGHAN!#ೃ⁀➷˚#jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan yoon #yoon jeonghan smut #jeonghan yoon smut #༘♡ ⋆｡˚#seventeen smut #seventeen jeonghan #seventeen x reader #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x y/n #jeonghan

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mrwavellswaps · 10 days

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What type of body would you like to swap with? Hairy or smooth? Muscled jock or fit twink? Young or old?

A simple question that I’m more than happy to answer.

Overall I tend to gravitate more towards hairy men so if I had to pick I’d most certainly pick a man with a nice healthy amount of body hair. And of course anyone that knows me will know I absolutely adore a good beard on a man so that’d be something I’ll be looking out for as well. But yeah hairy all over would be ideal for my new body. Really helps give off that masculine aura as well in my opinion.

Now growing up I was always skinny and somewhat twinkish and all I can remember is wanting to break free of that and become a huge muscular hunk. To this day I continue working towards that goal. That said if I were picking a new body I’d definitely want one that’s already jocked up and thick with powerful muscle. Then all I’ve gotta do is maintain that bulky size and hopefully push it even further. Would definitely be hot knowing that I stole a hunks body and then managed to improve it hahaha!

As for age I’m honestly not too bothered overall. I’d be perfectly fine taking the body of a huge hairy daddy. You have no idea the rush that would give me. But I’d be equally as happy going for a younger man as well. That said if this is a one and done permanent body swap I’d probably go for a younger hunk. Simply because that way I’d have more time to enjoy it. And with time that new body would eventually become a daddy as well anyway so in a sense I’d get the best of both worlds!

So in conclusion I’d most likely be forcing a young hairy muscled jock to switch bodies with me. A perfect example being the gorgeous hunk you see below 🤤 Mmmmmm… can’t wait to switch and make that buff fuzzy body mine

And I know you didn’t ask but I’ll add a few extra points on the end here as well. A thick ass would of course be a great bonus. In terms of cock size I’d be hoping for just above average length however I’d want it to be extra fucking girthy like a beer can. When it comes to race I’m partial towards White, Black and Latino men so those are what I’d be keeping an eye out for on that front. Height isn’t one I’m massively bothered about honestly. Certainly wouldn’t be a deal breaker. If the dude is hot, hunky, hairy and hung then I’m not gonna give a fuck whether he’s 5’6 or 6’3 Lmao! Voice is another one I’m not too bothered by. Sure I love a deep voice as much as the next gay but it’s wouldn’t be a huge deal in this case. Tattoo’s would be a welcome addition (as long as they’re good ones). I’d lean towards a guy that has decent hair most likely however if he’s bald and makes it look good then I could still work with that. And finally last one, if I can find a guy who fits all of the main categories up top but is ginger and therefore has ginger body hair and a ginger beard, he’d immediately become a top candidate. Idk what it is but I love hairy ginger dudes.

Hope I answered your question my friend! - Wavell ❤️

#asks #magic #male body theft #male body swap #permanent #identity theft #hairy #muscled jock #jock #muscle theft #body swap #bearded #daddy #age progression #race change

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delulu-with-wandanat · 6 months

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Fatal Attraction

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: Mentions of sexual stuff.

Summary: Natasha gets hurt during a mission with Wanda, and Wanda for some reason found herself more attracted to Nat. Yes, in her state on injury. (Featuring Y/n, Natasha's dumbass little brother and Wanda's wingman)

"Incoming!" The young super soldier yelled as he jumped into the Quinjet with his best friend. Wanda groaned at his antics, wanting nothing more than to go home and continue watching her shows.

Y/n had insisted Wanda that they flew into the back of the Quinjet instead of entering like a normal person. It's not that Wanda didn't have the heart to say no, Y/n simply doesn't take no for an answer. "So long fuckers!" He gave the middle finger as the door closes.

"Will you stop using my powers for your little attractions?" Wanda asked.

"Gosh you train with Nat too much you're starting to sound like her." Y/n rolled his eyes.

"That's not a bad thing! She get things done."

"I get shit done too! But, I make it fun."

"Not when we're-"

"Ugh quiet you two, you're being too loud." They heard Natasha complained. The two young Avengers glanced at her and their face twisted into concern when they finally noticed her injury.

Before Y/n could approach his sister, Wanda was quick to be at her side. "Natasha! What happened?"

Natasha shook it off with a faint smirk, "Don't worry about it Wanda. It's just a scratch."

"This is not just a scratch."

"I've had worse."

"You need to go to the med bay."

The former Russian spy rolled her eyes, "No doctors."

"Wands, there's no point. One time she got a broken rib and she still wouldn't go." Y/n snickered, he was concerned for Nat, but he knew she had went through worse. A flesh wound on the side of her stomach was nothing... To the Black Widow I mean.

Meanwhile Wanda's eyes grew wide at the new information. "Just take a seat, little witch. I'll handle this." Natasha said gently. Natasha was normally sarcastic to everyone, yet she had a soft spot for the young witch. Wanda blushed slightly at the nickname.

Wanda took a seat across from Natasha, Y/n approached his sister and handed her a medkit. "You good?"

"Just a normal flesh-wound-Friday, I'm good." She responded with a flat face. Her little brother rolled his eyes and took a seat next to her.

"You're always so mean to me. Wanda doesn't get this kind of treatment." He grumbled.

"Because she's kind and cute, meanwhile you're a pain in my ass." Wanda's heart skipped a beat, she thinks I'm cute? She heard her best friend groaned again.

Wanda and Natasha had been growing closer each day, especially now that Natasha was mentoring her. Wanda was close to Y/n first, as they were closer to age and not to mention he was the first to welcome her into the Avengers. Natasha took a little while longer, not that she had any resentment towards the young girl, she just wasn't exactly a people person.

Now that Steve had assigned Natasha to mentor Wanda in hand-to-hand combat, the two women are now closer than they were before. And also caused Wanda's itty bitty tiny crush on Natasha to grew. Y/n knew of course, Wanda was not subtle, at ALL.

The way her gaze would follow Nat at the gym, or how Wanda would blush whenever Natasha gave her compliments. Honestly, he might've been the one who gave Steve the idea to assign them to train together. You'll never know.

It seems like Wanda was too deep in thought as she failed to notice that Natasha had unzipped her suit in order to stitch the flesh wound on her stomach. She only looked up when she heard Natasha saying, "Keep it steady Steve."

Holyfuck, Wanda turned as red as her powers. The widow had her suit partially unzipped from the waist up, she had the sleeves of her suit take off as well to give her more flexibility. Showing off her toned bicep and of fuck her rock hard abs. Wanda let in a sharp breath.

Natasha, who has ears like a hawk, looks up at Wanda and gave her a wink. "Like what you see?"

Wanda knows Natasha is a flirt, but damn you don't gotta do her like that. Wanda quickly averted her gaze. She swore she tried to maintain her eyes elsewhere but with Natasha grunting as she tended her wounds, it's pretty fucking difficult.

She used alcohol to clean up the wound, and winced. "Agh shit-" Natasha cursed. Well that twisted something in Wanda's stomach. Y/n who had been playing on his phone, internally scoffed at his sister. She was doing this on purpose. He decided to pull out his earbuds, I'm hearin none of that.

The widow was more than capable of not making any sounds when her injuries are being cleaned. Y/n knew damn well Natasha was just teasing Wanda.

"Do you uh... need any help?" Wanda asked timidly.

"It's alright, little witch. It's nothing I can't handle." Natasha winked again. Christ, Wanda is a mess right now.

Natasha grunted again, "Ugh fuck-" she rested her head back and purposely tightened her abs. Wanda's mind raced again at the thought of hearing Natasha curse while they're in bed as she rides her abs-

No- nooope no no no

Wanda quickly shook to the thought again. The whole ride to the compound felt excruciatingly long. Natasha had opted to wear a tank top that she kept hidden somewhere in the Quinjet. (Don't question her-)

When the quinjet door flew open Y/n was the first to dart out, Steve followed after him. He look back at the two women, "Wanda, make sure she goes to the med bay. The wound still needs a proper cleaning."

"Leave it, fossil." Natasha said flatly as the two walked beside each other. Steve merely gave them a kind smile and continue his way inside the compound.

"Do you need any assistance?" Wanda asked.

"In what terms?" The widow teasingly asked. Wanda turned bright red again.

"I- you know what I mean." Natasha let out a soft laugh, she sounds so beautiful. Wanda could listen to Natasha laughing all day.

"It's alright, little witch. I can walk to my own room."

"Nu uh! Steve said-"

"Wands, I've had wounds like these many times in my life. I can handle it." Natasha said gently with a smile.

Wanda huffed slightly like a little child, shit she's so adorable. "At least let me walk you back to your room then?"

Natasha chuckles, "Alright, lead the way." The two women made their way in a comfortable silence. They reached their shared floor and soon enough they reached Natasha's room. "Well, here we are."

Natasha opened the door to her room and look back at Wanda who was standing outside awkwardly, "Are you sure you don't need to get to the med bay?" Wanda asked again. Her face showed concerns for the other woman.

Natasha gave her a gentle smile again, fuck her smile she's absolutely gorgeous. "I'm sure." Natasha retreats further back into her room. "I'll see you around, Wanda." She closes the door. Wanda lets out the breath she had been holding.

Fuck everything about this woman drives her crazy. Even as simple as Natasha saying her name. She wonders how her name sound if Natasha moaned it-

"I swear how many seasons do I have to wait til you guys get together." Wanda heard a voice beside her and yelped in surprise. She turned to find her best friend standing in the hallway leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. He had a shit-eating grin on his face.

"What are you talking about?" She asked Y/n.

"You like her, she likes you. Seriously, stop with the tension and just kiss already-" Wanda quickly shut his mouth with her hand.

"SHHHHH-"

Y/n's face cringes in confusion, "Hmpf?!"

"You can't just say things like that!"

"Like what??" He asked as Wanda let go of her hand over his mouth. "That you like her?"

Wanda glared and shut his mouth again. Y/n being the dumb best friend decided to stick their tongue out causing Wanda to pull her hand back and wipe it on his face. "EW!"

"Noo!!! I'll get a breakout-"

"Then don't lick my fucking hand!" She yelled in hushed whisper.

"Wanda, as your friend, and her brother, I'm telling you just ask her out or something."

"What if she says no?" Wanda asked, "Beside I don't want to ask her out until I'm sure she's into women."

With that Y/n gave a very, very, extremely, disappointed look. "You really did not just say that." Did she not hear the part where I said, 'she likes you'?

"What?"

"I-" Y/n shook his head. "Never mind." He turned on his heel and walked away.

"Y/n? What does that mean?!!" She chased after her friend.

These dumb lesbians I swear.

I just wanted an excuse to use that pic of Nat, teheeeeee. Hope you guys liked this! I'm still not sure whether or not to make this into a series or nah, butt i love me sum Nat x Sibling!reader shenanigans.

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horsegirlwarcrimes · 1 month

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Hi! Can ask about "YQY and SQH De-Aged Fic"?

this fic honestly makes me crazy insane and its a crime i haven't finished writing it

During a Peak Lord meeting, Yue Qingyuan is given a strange gift. Recognizing it, Shang Qinghua attempts to stop the artefact from activating, only to be caught in it as well. Now, the other Peak Lords are left with a qi deviating Sect Leader and a logistics manager who's convinced he's done insane--both of whom are suddenly seventeen.

A flicker caught Shen Qingqiu's eye, unsettling enough that it drew his attention from the hole in the wall. Shang Qinghua, thrown back by the burst of energy, had rolled against the undamaged back wall and partially under the table. He was hunched up with his arms over his head, as though waiting to be kicked. Looking at him was like focusing on the spots and flares of color that a migraine brought to the corners of the eye. His form flickered, as though two people were sharing the same instance of space-- one moment there was a slim boy with Shang-shidi's familiar brown hair, surging with the spiritual flares of a qi deviation. Then, like a light going out, he was replaced by a heavyset young man with ink-black hair cropped at the nape of his neck and around his ears. The change seemed to snuff out his spiritual energy again before it flickered back to life and the image shifted once more. Caught between these two simultaneous disasters, Shen Qingqiu found himself frozen-- halfway to following the Bai Zhan oaf out through the demolished wall and halfway to investigating this incredibly unsettling sight writhing on the floor. Mu Qingfang seemed similarly conflicted. Shen Qingqiu watched him waver, hesitate, then throw a hand out to the Peak Lord of Talismans and Enchantments. "Li-shimei, attend to him. Wei Qingwei--" He broke off, but Wei Qingwei was already nodding and heading after Liu Qingge. Li-shimei seemed stunned by this turn of events. Thankfully Qi Qingqi, standing near the other woman, was swifter on her feet and on the uptake. She quickly rolled her sleeves up and headed towards the flickering child, pulling Li-shimei behind her. Thus decided, Mu Qingfang took off through the broken wall. If Shen Qingqiu had not taken this as reason enough to follow, the bellowed scream from outside would have had him rushing out before his mind caught up to his legs.

#svsss #sqq #sqh #sj #yqy #scum villain #scum villains self saving system #yue qingyuan #shang qinghua #shen qingqiu #mu qingfang #burywrites.pdf #askbox #buryspeaks.mp3 #svsss fic #my fics #my writing

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reticulating-splines · 5 months

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West 70th

Row of Gilded Age Upper West Side New York Brownstones.

When I started this build in late 2022, I ofc had no idea there would be a pack specifically dedicated to apartments coming out a year later. At most I planned for people to use mods, but I had also never used any such mods myself. All this to say, I'm honestly not sure how well this build plays as a rental! It is almost completely un-playtested and still largely unfurnished, and is only being released from the vault early in honor of finally getting rental residentials to exist.

But since the exterior facades and interior floorplans are done, its still an excellent shell for you to fill out! Only the first unit is (partially) furnished as an example for which rooms are which. In terms of build and furnishing, this is the wealthy decades player's dream, a Gilded Age townhome worthy of Upstairs, Downstairs.

Lot Features:

30x30 lot

3 four-story townhouse units

Fire escapes with roof access

Family and service stairs for each unit

Front and Back entrance for each unit

Large kitchens with separate scullery and pantry

Servant's dining hall, Housekeeper's quarters, and staff dormitory

Three story stair hall with glass skylight and picture gallery

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foreveramattgirl · 4 months

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Chris Sturniolo - Let Me See

Chris x Fem!reader

Warnings - SMUT!! 🔞🔞 (don’t really know what else to write here)

Authors Note - Hii!!! This is my first Sturniolo imagine and smut, also didn’t proof read lol! I’m so sorry it’s so long! Let me know what you think😊

Also I don’t think Chris would speak like this at all!! It’s just for the story!!

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(Y/NS POV)

Growing up with all boys can have its difficult moments, but mostly was a good time. Especially when the boys you grew up with consist of your godmothers sons, who are the most handsome boys I've ever set eyes one. The Sturniolo triplets. Nick, my best friend, my honouree older brother. Matt, my anxiety support, my tough guy, my honouree older brother. Christopher, my weakness.

My brother Nate has always been close to the triplets, as I have been. Though the one thing he doesn't know is how intimidated I get from Chris. My blood heats up, my heart pounds, my breathing becomes heavy. And there's only two ways my speaking goes, either I ramble nervously or I go speechless, really depends on the situation.

Today's situation is the fact I am in Hawaii with the Triplets, my brother and Madi, who I have come to really enjoy. Madi is so fun! And we are the same age! However, spending my time on an island with Chris walking around with either a wife beater, or no shirt at all, has me going mental.

Currently we all sit around the fire, all in our own conversations. Nate, Chris and Matt in their own, while Madi. Nick and I are in our own. Though our conversation goes quickly quiet after hearing a quick sentence from the boys.

"I haven't had some good pussy in a while." Christopher announces.

Madi, Nick and I turn shocked to the conversation, however Matt and Nate looked unfazed. In fact they seem to be agreeing with him. Unaware of our intrusion into their conversation, the three carry on.

"I get what you mean!" Matt pats Chris.

Nate nods as well.

"I just wanna get pussy drunk." Chris shakes his head as if the sentence was completely normal.

"What in the world!?" Nick shouts, bring the boys attention to us.

The three burst out laughing at our mortified faces.

"Sorry we didn't know you guys were listening." Nate laughs.

I gulp, Madi and Nick seemed to understand what the three were talking about. But I sat in questions. What was pussy drunk? And is there a good pussy and bad pussy? I look around the group. I couldn't ask anyone those questions, as last time I saw Chris I blabbered on about how good sex was with my ex. Honestly it wasn't, and I'm so inexperienced, which doesn't help either.

"Madi got any friends with good pussy?" Chris laughs.

I start to zone out filling my own mind with questions, did I have good pussy? Is that why I haven't enjoyed sex in the past because men think I have a bad pussy? I shake my head trying to forget the topic hoping the one in front of would have changed by now.

"Ooo and a nice set of tits." Chris adds.

It was no mystery Chris was a boob guy, to anyone. He loved a good set of tits. Which made me pretty happy during late middle school and high school when my boobs grew and grew to there now F's. Yet it doesn't matter what shirt I wear, what bikini I wear Chris never pays attention to me, especially in that way.

"Imma go inside, I'm getting a bit cold." I lie standing up.

"Goodnight guys." I say before heading inside.

Once in the comfort of my own room, in our air B&N. I partially close my door, I put my head phones in and open my laptop. I was curious, I mean how can everyone talk about how great sex is? When I had it, it was worse then mid. I have to be doing it wrong, right?

(CHRIS'S POV)

I was walking but to my room for the night, Matt, Nick and Nate had done the same a few minutes ago. Alone in the hallway I notice Y/N's door partially opened, she'd be asleep by now but the light was on. I walk closer to the door when I hear a sentence I never expected to hear.

"I mustn't have good pussy!"

My eyes widen. I hear the sound of a laptop shutting, what was she doing in there? My mind ran back a step. Y/N is the most beautiful thing on planet earth, an angel sent from heaven. Boobs of a Greek goddess, I just wanna bury my head in them. Hips so pretty and a waist so little. There's no way a girl like her has bad pussy, especially with the little to none amount of men who have been lucky enough for experience it.

Pulled from my thoughts as the door opens. I look down at the brunette, whose eyes become wider than mine.

"Chris!" She gulp.

I smirk a bit. I'm not stupid, I know Y/N has a thing for me. She's not very good at hiding it, for heavens sake.

"What are you doing in there?" I ask her crossing my arms.

Her lips part, as her eyes look desperate for answers. She'd never tell me the truth, now I've asked. Her cheeks heat up, her hands fidgeting with the opposites hands nails. I lean down to her ear.

"What's wrong mamas?" I whisper.

I pull away her eyes darkening. Suddenly there's a look in her eyes, knowing I had caught her. She takes a deep breath.

"Look, outside you were all talking about good pussy, and I didn't know what that meant so I did some research. And by research I mean watched porn, but not for my own enjoyment!" She begins rambling.

My smirk turns to a smile, she's so cute when she rambles, using all her energy to make up a story however this one was true. I could tell by the way she kept getting redder the more she explained.

"And well, the only conclusion I can come to, is I have bad pussy. That's why I don't enjoy sex like other people."

She takes a deep breath. I smile a bit with a chuckle. She looks down in shame. I bring my finger to her chin lifting her head lightly. She needed reassurance, I could tell.

"How many men have you slept with?" I ask her.

She gulped lifting her right hand. A fist slowly rising to 1 finger. Her pink cheeks and eyes going puppy like. She's so submissive already, answering my every question. I can't lie it turned me on big time.

"How many times?" I ask.

A second finger raises, slowly. So she's slept with 1 man two times.

"It was about 1 years ago ago though, does that count for anything?" She gulps.

I chuckle, nodding.

"It means you aren't a slut Y/N." I tell her letting my finger slowly dis attach from her chin.

"But I could still have bad pussy." She complains.

I push her inside her room. I shut the door fully and flip the switch the lock it. She looks at me, wide eyes, fiddling with the oversized t-shirt she is wearing.

"Do you trust me?" I ask her.

She nods her head, making me smirk.

(Y/N'S POV)

"Great, take your pants off." Chris says forward, stripping himself of his tank top.

My eyes widen again. How'd I end up here? I try to back track my steps but before I could finish, Chris towers over me.

"Come on mamas, I'll tell you if you have bad pussy, trust me I won't lie." Chris smirks.

Though the offer was compelling and the heat between my legs grew stronger and stronger, what if I did have bad pussy. Chris would hate me. I'd mess this all up and Chris would know I have bad pussy.

"All you have to do is say no, and I'll stop. I'm just trying to help." He raises his hands in defence.

"You promise you'll tell me if it's bad?" I gulp.

"Of course." Chris nods.

I look at him, I had so many questions.

"What if I do something wrong?" I gulp.

"I'll walk you through every step." He smirks. "And answer any questions."

This man is a mind reader. I nod my head slowly. Chris steps back and sits on the edge of the bed. He pats his lap.

"Come sit on my lap." He smiles.

I walk over placing one knee on his left side swinging my other over his lap. I'm sitting on him. I'm sitting on a shirtless Chris Sturniolo.

"Good," Chris licks his lips.

"How do you wanna do this?" He asks.

I think for a second. I've been there when women leave Chris's bedroom, I want whatever he does with them.

"I want whatever you do with women." I nod confidently trying to hide my nerves.

Chris kisses my forehead softly, shaking his head.

"You are not one of my hoes." He tells me softly, he eyes sincere. "I will not do what I do to them to you."

I look at him confused. He makes it sound like what he does is bad? But they all seem to enjoy it, why can't I.

"But?" I go speak, but I'm flipped to my back.

Chris hovers over me, chain dangling, hair falling perfectly. My core pulses quickly.

"I said no, Y/N." He said sternly.

I nod my head, quickly.

"Just lay back and trust me." He leans down pressing a kiss to my cheek.

Peppering soft kisses down my neck. I smile at this sweetness. I felt safe, safe enough I let out a little whimper when he pulled away. He smiles.

"Don't worry mamas I'm just getting started." He winks. "Let me see all of you please."

I sit up pulling the large shirt over my head. My bra had already been taken off before I got into my bed the first time. I lay back in nothing but my black panties. I look up and see Chris with parted lips and dark eyes.

"Fucking hell." He whispers.

I lay patiently for his next move. Chris reached. Hand out slowly softly laying it on my right breast. He gives it a squeeze before leaning down, flattening his hot tongue on my nipple. He closes his lip around it. I let out a soft moan. He looks at me through hooded eyes, repeating the action on my other breast. He pecks all over my chest leaving saliva everywhere.

In a minute, he begins kissing down my stomach softly. This isn't the hot, steamy, rough sex Chris always talks about having. He is taking his time, paying attention to my whole body.

"You're so bloody pretty mamas." Chris says standing.

I feel my cheeks blush, my arms attempting to cover me at the compliment. Chris reaches for my ankles pulling me to the end of the bed. Placing both ankles on his right shoulder, Chris licks his lip.

"Now what we are all here for."

He reachers to my waist band ever so gently pulling it off. I bend my knees making it easier for him. I was so confused what to do with my hands now. Chris gets in his knees on the foot of the bed. I begin to get nervous again.

"Remember, all you have to do is lay and relax." Chris winks. "Oh and try to be quiet."

I look at him confused, not once have I ever been loud during sex, I thought that was just pornstars. Chris chuckles kissing both my thighs before placing one of each shoulder.

I watch him intently, his corse fingers spreading me for himself. The feeling was new. He rubs my slick around slowly.

"Mamas," he looks at me.

I gulp. What's he going to say?

"You've got such a pretty little cunt." Chris smiles. "So wet, so pretty, so soft."

I moan a bit at his words, making him chuckle. He leans in pressing a kiss on my bundle of nerves. So soft and sweet. The hand not spreading me for him hooks around my hip laying on top of my stomach. I watched him, what was he going to do next. Before I can question him, he flicks his tongue around my clit. My back arches on instinct, my breath hitches, my eyes close softly. Chris begins sucking on me, ever so softly, lots of pressure. I've never experienced anything like this. It was euphoric to say the least. His thumb on my stomach caressing my skin softly. I moan softly, enjoying every minute of him.

The longer he was down there the more I couldn't hold it together. His mouth and tongue driving me quickly to the edge. My hips squirm, my back arched, my eyes squeezed shut. When I did open them seeing Chris perfectly in between my legs, concentrating so very hard on me, his fluffy hair, his blue eyes looking back at me, his lips smirking. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Chris?" I moan out feeling a much tighter knot fill my stomach.

"Come on mamas." He mumbles against me.

"Oh my god!" I moan out loudly, pressing my hips deep into the mattress.

I slap my hand over my mouth quickly. My chest rising and falling quickly. My eyes go blurry. The biggest orgasm I've ever had, and it was given to me by Christopher Sturniolo. I feel his tongue softly sweeping its way around me, collecting my cum.

I look down at him, his hooded eyes look at me sweetly, before going he pulls away. I see some of my juices and his saliva spilling down his chin, looking so hot. His eyes were lit up, he was proud of himself, I could tell.

"Ever touched yourself?" Chris asks me.

I nod my head, slowly, a bit embarrassed. Chris nods his head, with a smirk.

"Bet it didn't feel like this did it mamas?" He winks at me.

I feel my blood rush to my cheeks. My squirming and moaning must have given me away.

"You taste so good." He says diving back in.

My hips jerk, feeling sensitive. Chris smirks looking at me. His lips pink and swollen so hot, eyes sparkling. They were begging me. He sucks in my thighs softly.

"I want more, can I have more?" Chris looked desperate. "Please mamas."

I didn't know how to respond, a man begging to eat me out? I've never had that. Let alone the man being Chris.

"I just wanna taste that pretty little cunt one more time, get it ready for my dick." He whispers against my skin.

Both his hands are on my thighs, sliding them, and gripping them softly. I nod my head at him, agreeing. He smiles like a child before attaching his mouth to me.

"Holy fuck!" I moan out.

I was so sentitives now, I was also a lot for comfortable. Chris looks up at me smiling.

"You sound so hot mamas, but I don't want the others to hear." He looks at me, with dark eyes.

"I don't think your brother would appreciate me eating you out when he's down the hall." Chris chuckles.

I nod my head quickly. He smirks leaning back in. It felt so good, just like the first time. Right when I thought it couldn't get any better, I feel a pinch. I look down and see Chris watching his hand.

"Fuck princess, I can barely fit a finger in you." He groans.

His middle finger slowly slips in and out of me. He licks his lips. I let out a groan. A second finger it slid in making me gulp.

"Lay down ma, just relax." Chris smiles at me. "I won't hurt you, I just want to loosen you a bit."

I bite my lip, the feeling being so different. His long corse fingers sliding around my walls. Chris looks at me, our eyes connected while he begins sucking on my clit again. I let out a soft moan. I felt so sensitive, my hips couldn’t help but buck against him.

“Chris.” I whimper.

Looking at me with a smirk, he continues to finger me while eating me out, clearly knowing I’m close. His teeth grazes my clit, while his fingers curl, making my right hand quickly attach to his head. I couldn’t help but arch my back while holding him closer.

“Oh my goddd!” I moan out.

I close my eyes, reaching my high. My left hand flies to my mouth, my hips begin jerking against Chris’s mouth and he hums against me.

“Chris.” I moan into my hand.

He helps me ride my high out, before cleaning me up with his tongue. Chris was good at this, like crazy good! He pulls away, licking my cum from his fingers with a groan.

“Fuck sake mamas, I just want more.” Chris’s eyes are lustful, but his smile was mischievous.

His fingers come back to my core, rubbing my clit more.

“So so so good.” He licks his lips.

I watch his hand reach down and palm himself through his pants. I felt kind proud of myself making him hard. Chris Sturniolo is hard because of me! I wanted it, I wanted his dick.

“Chris.” I say softly, while sitting up.

He looks up at me, his eyes are needy. My heart was pounding.

“Could you?” I gulp.

I didn’t know how to word it. How do you ask your brothers best friend to fuck you without it being weird? What if I ruin this moment? What if he doesn’t want to? But he looks like he really wants to.

I look at his crotch, his hard dick pressing against his shorts, I can see the outline. I gulp, even the outline was intimidating.

“Are you sure?” Chris licks his lips.

I nod my head bringing my hand to my mouth, bitting down in the acrylic. Chris stands up, he was towering over me again.

“Cause if you don’t want to we don’t have too.” Chris says.

“Please.” I look up at him.

I reach my hands to his pants, while looking at him. The way he was looking at me, I was dripping all over again. I untie the little knot that was holding them up, before pulling them down. I see a wet patch on his boxers, I bite my lip. Chris hand comes down and pulls my hair over my shoulders to my back. I pull the boxers down, his dick springs up to hit his stomach.

I gasp a little, he was big. His tip was bright red and leaking with pre cum. I had to touch it, there was no way I couldn’t. Chris groans as I spread the pre cum from his tip down his shaft.

“I can’t wait anymore Y/N.” Chris bites his lip. “Fucking hell.”

I look at him, both of us filled with desperation. I lay on my back.

“I’ll go slow I promise.” Chris whispers to me.

He moves my legs to be widely spread for him. His left hand finds my right hand intertwining our fingers. He lines himself up, his tip entering me. I let out a whimper, but Chris groans. He was stretching me out and it was kind of painful. He stops for a second.

“You’re doing so good baby.” Chris whispers.

He leans down intertwining our other fingers. He kisses my forehead.

“You’rere so right.” He groans. “Im not gonna last long.”

Once has has bottomed out, I had full tears in my eyes, Chris kissed both my cheeks softly. I looked him, something in his eyes told me this wasn’t just sex. Slowly be began moving, only a little.

“Chris.” I whimper.

He stops his movements and look at me quickly.

“More.” I say softly, finally starting to get used to his size.

Chris leans down and kisses me. It shocks me at first, but I kiss back. Our hands unlock and I wrap my arms around his neck. He begins to move more. I moan into his mouth, he does the same. He speeds again making it impossible to kiss, both of us trying our hardest to stay quiet.

“Fucking hell Y/N, I’m so close.” He groans in my ear.

“Me too.” I breathe out.

He begins sucking on my neck, in attempt to stay quiet. I could I drew blood from biting my lip. I was so close as his hips rocked into me. My nails dig into Chris back, I didn’t mean to do it but it was the only way I could stay somewhat quiet.

“Chris!” I moan as I hit my high.

I clench around him harder, making Chris groan and I feel his hot ropes of cum fill me up. He slowly brings us down from our highs, my legs feeling numb. We begin to kiss again, as he was still inside me. I didn’t want him to pull out, it felt so good with him in me. We pull away finally, and Chris pulls out slowly, we both groan.

He disappears for a second into my bathroom before returning with a wet cloth. He softly cleans me up, I didn’t know what to say so I laid in silence. I felt so exhausted.

He put his boxers on before grabbing my shirt. He helps me put my shirt on. I slide back and lay in my bed, I expect him to leave. But he doesn’t.

Chris slides in next to me after turning the light off, making me smile a bit.

“Come here mamas.” He opens his arm.

I lay on his chest, his arms closing around me. I sigh in relief.

“Chris.” I whisper.

What did this mean to him? I needed to know.

“Tomorrow, baby, we can talk tomorrow.” Chris whispers.

“I just want to hold you, right now.” He pecks my head. “I’ve been waiting to long to be in this moment.”

I smile, at his words, snuggling close to him. I close my eyes and quickly fall asleep myself. I didn’t know what to expect tomorrow but I was too tired to even ask Chris about it.

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agendabymooner · 11 months

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colour me your colour || toto w. x ofc (4)

Summary: Tilly Marie nearly loses faith in her passion as she refuses to listen to everyone who told her to quit. Everyone but one. And it’s the man she met years ago at a racing event she didn’t want to attend. Who would have thought that her father’s partial ownership of three brands could take her to the zone of Mercedes and meet the love of her life?

Chapter summary: Can you actually fall in love fast? or is Tilly just fortunate enough to catch Toto's attention and gain his respect and determination in span of a day? As of this point, she might as well host a slumber party as Daniel and Lewis continue to pester her with the most important topics of her life right now: her family and the hypothetical ones she'd make with Toto.

Content warning: Age gap, brief use of explicit language, discusses the 2014 austrian gp, flirtatious banter, mutual pining kind of romance, platonic relationship with Lewis Hamilton and Daniel Ricciardo, fictional family and business involved (Hearth family and Hearth Automotives Group). NO PERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS INVOLVED SORRY

Note: Thank you all so much for the 50 followers! I honestly have been writing these just because I didn't have anything occupy my time and it's a good idea that I posted them up here. knowing that you're enjoying my brain's ideas, it fuels me even more into writing. As of this point I'm currently writing a spin-off for Rush and this series so keep an eye out, I suppose. I hope you all enjoyed today's race because I certainly did (Albon was way too fucking good this weekend, I shit you not). And I hope Alonso's 2nd place makes up for the Father's Day that I'll never get to spend with him. Enjoy xx

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iv. fast lane but not the race weekend kind

“Regards,

Tilly Marie F. Hearth…”

That should be okay, I tell myself silently as I put away my laptop. It’s only 6 pm, and I already wish to retire to my bed early.

I can be doing a lot, but instead I’m moping inside my hotel room while I’m waiting for Lewis. Being on a paid vacation is nice; I don’t have to do anything and deal with people. But at the same time, I’m craving more tasks to occupy my time because truthfully, I do NOT want to be stuck in a hotel in Silverstone with nothing to do. I spent my early 20’s being away from people, but now I’m entering my early 30’s, I’m slowly thinking that I probably should’ve done more than attend festivals by myself or with my sisters.

None of the people I was around with earlier had looked my way until after they'd been told that I was working in communications and was a boss’ child. The staff from the other teams also did the same—but some of them knew who I was already and had already made themselves comfortable. Just how I wanted.

But then again, this is my first day. And Sunday would probably be my last considering that I’ll be back to my stuffy office the next week.

I can take up the role as a consultant for communications. My father did offer me that role for Ferrari, Red Bull and McLaren—telling me that I can do so much more in Formula One than my no-good employers.

Bunch of bullshit, I curse out. He wouldn’t let go of his legacy like that.

I already told him about writing for magazines or simply writing in general, but he still placed these executive positions in front of me as if he knew I’d give in. Sad fact is that he actually is right; I’m close to giving up on my job. If The Devil Wears Prada didn’t warn me the first time, Lauren Weisberger should have at least taken both of my shoulders and shaken them.

It didn’t hurt to think about balancing Formula One and journalism out. After all, it’s what I can do as a journalist—know enough about racing and engines and ensure that my knowledge is being shared through my writing and published works.

I try my best to relax in my bed, lying flat on the mattress with my hands resting on my stomach. The silence is deafening and I can hear my steady breathing. My eyes are growing tired as they continue to look up at the ceiling of my room.

For a moment, I debated whether or not I should come downstairs for dinner with Lewis. If there’s anything that I know about him, he takes his dear time to get ready—and I have an endless closet at home. That’s telling you a lot.

A knock on my door makes me stand fast and rush to open it. Daniel Ricciardo stands there with a grin.

“Oh you,” I blurt out.

Displeased with my response, Daniel cries out, “I’m not terrible all the time, Tils.”

“Sorry,” I shake my head as I correct myself, “I meant that I thought you were Lewis.”

“He phoned me and said we should head down instead of waiting for him,” he shrugs as he sticks his arm out and offers, “let’s go?”

I nod and head to where my flats are, slipping them on with ease as I grab my keycard and wallet.

Daniel only pulled his arm back when I wrapped my arm around it. We descend to the ground floor where the restaurant is located.

A host takes us to a four table seat at a corner. Seeing familiar faces from the venue, I nod at them as a greeting before I find myself sitting across Daniel.

Soon enough, Lewis arrives and we begin to talk about today’s events. Forty five minutes had passed, and we found ourselves conversing in front of our already empty plates.

Daniel asks about my family and all I can tell him has something to do with my mother’s side of the family. I guess out of the wealthy people in my family, I can understand my mother’s connections to the automobile industry. My toxic trait is that I despise my father but love my mother.

The difference is that my mother loves us more than anything and cares for our half-sister more than he does.

But it seems Daniel has focused on a different matter.

“Your mother is— you’re a Ford, Tils,” his eyes widen like an owl as his mouth gapes open. I can practically see a fly entering his mouth.

“My mum is,” I laugh, looking at Lewis as he, too, laughs at Daniel’s shocked expression.

“Mate, she’s a Ford,” Daniel reaches out to nudge at Lewis and gestures at me. “You carry that information around just like that?”

“She’s not really putting it out there for everyone to know,” Lewis chuckles, sipping on his water as he puts it down. “Besides, if you were really into racing you probably have heard about her dad or mum’s family one way or another.”

“I don’t really go digging for information about old money families,” Daniel rolls his eyes as he looks at me again, “you don’t look like you’re happy to be here. For someone who came from families who are into cars.”

“My father insisted on having me work for his teams,” I tell him, “I’m not exactly the brightest for motorsport. I prefer the media more than what my father wishes me to pursue.”

“Have you raced before?”

“I had a karting career at some point,” I shrug, “or at least I started at the age 4. Mum didn’t agree with it and I should’ve started at 7, but my father insisted. I was already competing by 7. My sisters were too, but some preferred equestrian over racing.”

“If my dad was a twat, I’d stop it just to spite him too,” Daniel says as I raise my brows at the statement. He then corrects himself, “What I mean is I’d pursue the karting career for me, not for him.”

“Gotcha.”

Lewis pipes up, “Blanche is a pretty decent woman. You should see her, mate.” He turns to look at me and asks, “Is she coming this weekend?”

“With Aimee and Sylvie,” I nod in confirmation, “I’m not quite sure about Stevie yet but she wouldn’t want to miss out on your home race.” Not elaborating any further, I return to the topic, “My father is absolutely baffled when I quit karting but he can’t do much because Poppy, my mum’s dad, was still alive. So between him and Poppy, he chose not to interfere.”

“But you’re still here on behalf of your father though,” Daniel points out.

“It’s to secure my position and family’s future,” I tell him with a sigh. I look at him then back at Lewis before I say, “Whether I like it or not, I still need to do my part regardless of how much I hate the surname. It’s an obligation that I can’t avoid but it’s alright. It’s not just for me— it’s for my sisters and my future children.” Wow, I’ve only been friends with Daniel for a month and I’m already airing out my dirty laundry to him. Is this what happens when your friends are your sisters and just Lewis?

“You’re taking your elder sister role way too seriously. You can’t even catch a break,” Daniel says incredulously.

I can only nod as I agree; my mother’s capable enough of worrying about them and I should just be doing whatever I want. She cares for my sisters as much as I do but being cut off from my father’s side of the family isn’t something that I’d allow.

It’s not as if my sisters don’t want to join me at the trackside; they want to keep an eye on one of each team in fact. They want to be able to know what kind of thing our father brags about. But much like me, they don’t want to be on the track itself—they’re better off being models because that's what they wanted to be. They’ll join me soon enough, they just need to make a career out of modelling and come to work for the driving teams whenever they’re ready.

“They’ll be in a lot of magazines soon enough,” I shrug nonchalantly. “I’d like them to do that first unless they feel like carrying a headache coming from either Brown or Horner.”

“There are three of them,” Lewis chuckles, “if anything, those three would outnumber your team principals. With you alone I got scared, could you imagine Sylvie? She’s feisty.”

“It’s not just to keep them sane,” I roll my eyes, my foot underneath the table kicking Lewis in the leg. The table shakes lightly. “I just started working in this kind of industry. What kind of a big sister would I be if I’m just as clueless? I need to know more, especially if I want to be able to teach my potential kids about it.”

Lewis, the piece of shit, decides that this is the right time to joke about it and say, “I didn’t know you’re already thinking about a future with my boss, Tilly.”

I snap my head to Lewis’ direction too much that I’m thinking I just got a whiplash. My glare hardens when Danny and Lewis’ faces turn red from laughing too much.

“You ought to quiet down, boys,” I hiss, not wanting to look at the people who are giving us the unnecessary attention being gathered by their laughter.

“You have to admit,” Lewis breathes deeply to refrain from laughing again, “you two got along well. Was it because of Dubai?”

“I told you that in confidence,” reaching down in his thigh, I pinch it as he whines quietly. He slaps my hand away as I say, “You’re a shit secret keeper.”

“Wai— what about Dubai?” Daniel, clearly not understanding what’s going on, asks as he looks at me while he expects a context.

I muttered to him, “Met Toto Wolff in 2006. Spoke to him and all that.”

Lewis nearly cries in laughter as he speaks, “She told me about it years ago. She never knew his name–or she refused to tell me who. She said he was attractive alright but—ow, stop it, Tils.”

I pull myself away from Lewis and sit back straight on my seat as I claim, “He doesn’t remember nor think of me like that, Lew. He’s just a silly crush.”

“Is he?”

“He was,” I correct him even if I’m wrong. It’s like Toto Wolff got an on-and-off button in my life. One moment he’s there making me blush the next thing he’s already gone.

“You’ve been single for as long as I know,” Lewis huffs out, “why don’t you try dating again anyways?”

“With your boss?” I raise a brow, “Are you that obtuse?”

“What? He isn’t bad,” Lewis shrugs, returning to his usual composure as he crosses his arms, “the opportunity’s right there. Why are you adamant on not taking it?”

“Because she doesn’t want to get on Christian’s bad side for fraternizing with the enemy,” Daniel jokes.

“I’m gonna kill you, Daniel,” I threaten him emptily, making him giggle again.

“I’m repeating what you said!” He cries out, still laughing as he laughs obnoxiously. Men! Seriously.

“He’s quite interested you know,” Lewis states, his arms now crossing as he leaned against his seat. “He’s playing 20 questions with me whenever you leave. I’m not sure if he’s interested in me winning or you.”

“He’s not interested like that,” I insist, “I’m sure he means well because I just popped up all of the sudden today. Nobody likes to step on the wrong foot of a newcomer. You’ll just make an enemy.”

“Yeah, sure,” Daniel scoffs haughtily, “the guy who’s been asking Christian questions about you left and right— the same person who doesn’t like Christian— isn’t interested.”

“I haven’t been in a relationship with anyone since 2004,” I scowl, trying to keep my voice quiet as I say, “What makes you think I’ll be able to have an interesting relationship with him?”

“He isn’t subtle about wanting to spend time with you,” Lewis answers, “what did he say again? You’re welcome to be in our paddock anytime? Does that ring a bell?”

Of course I do, I almost huff out, it’s one of the things that I intend to do. Be able to spend enough time admiring his team…

“I know men,” Daniel adds, “and with the way of how he’s looking down at you during the interview? With the heart eyes making contact with another pair of heart eyes? Yeah, that man is in loooove~”

“Like it’s a fast lane.”

Now I can’t deny it.

I like being around Toto Wolff, more than anything. Speaking to him is like a breath of fresh air after stepping out of a cigar lounge. He’s a gentleman; I’ve always wondered how he’s not married. Women deserve him. Yet he’s here, being the most eligible bachelor in the grid following Fernando Alonso. God, I will snatch him up if I can even meet his level. I doubt he likes his women like me… trashy trying to be classy.

But it turns out, my cynicism is unnecessary. I find myself thinking a lot about the things that could be. In an empty elevator, I wait as it slowly closes. But the call from outside forces me to keep the door open until the person catches up.

The man makes it inside as he stands tall, trying to catch his breath. There’s no way in hell—

“Tilly,” oh my god. I’m seeing too much of him today.

I turn to my left as I dumbly ask, “Bonjour, what floor?”

Toto looks at me with confusion in his face, probably wondering if I’m playing stupid or just stupid in general as he looks past me and says, “You’ve got it.”

Wow, not only am I seeing too much of him, I’m also on the same floor as him.

I nod and look back at the front, I can see him through the reflection from the doors. His polo remains unbuttoned and his hair unruly after running his fingers through it. I can see traces of sweat dripping down his forehead. I probably shouldn’t do a physical examination on him.

I look at him and ask politely, “Have you had dinner yet?” It’s a polite thing to ask, right? Like I’m not coming off as desperate to speak to him?

“Ah,” he keeps his mouth shut for a second and answers, “it is something to take up in my room, unfortunately.”

“Is it?” I ask out of curiosity, “You could have joined others for dinner?”

“Busy, as always,” he smiles sadly, “it’s an endless battle.”

“Quite a shame,” I tell him with a shake of my head. “Do people know time zones or just business hours or is it just something written on papers?” I ask no one in particular.

“My brain doesn’t shut off the moment 7 pm hits,” he tells me with a rueful smile. “It calls for work all the time. So, no. I don’t follow my own business hours policy.” God, I feel sorry for him.

“It’s like a wire, Toto,” I nibble on my bottom lip, not knowing how to express my empathy without looking like an arse, “you can’t plug it back in if you’ve something to prevent it from happening. Like a baby proof.”

“You’re right,” he laughs. “What do you suggest I should do? The baby proof, I mean.”

I watch him as the door slides open, thanking him as he gestures for me to walk out of the lift first. Then my mouth does not stop speaking, “Have a dinner away from your work, for instance. Never hurts to isolate your work once in a while,” he laughs at that, “read a book? I love reading novels— I am currently skimming through Das Parfum. You can even time your break before going back to work because I can assure you that habit isn't good.”

“Do you understand the German language?” He asks me. Mentioning Das Parfum clearly piqued his curiosity.

It was smart of me to bring it up. When he told me earlier that he came from Austria, I knew I could talk to him in so many languages. Like I knew what I should say next. Like a mastermind.

I'm such a fucking mastermind.

My mouth quirks up and I answer, “Wir haben schließlich viele deutsche fahrer.” We have a lot of German drivers, after all.

He nods at me like he listens to everything I tell him. As if he’s following an order or he’s rather impressed with my pronunciations. Nice.

Our conversation leads us in front of my hotel room.

I look at him and gestures to the door, “This is my bat lair.”

“Bat lair?” He chuckles.

“My little humble abode,” I joke. “I can unfortunately hear my bed calling for me. I have to go.”

“Right,” he nods as I open my door and step inside my room. Telling myself to get my shit together, I turn around to see him still waiting for me to head in. That was a surprise.

I suggest, “One way to turn your stressful work day around would be breakfast. If you’d like, you can have one with me tomorrow?”

“Are you asking me on a breakfast date?” He teases, watching me fall apart with my face flushing red. He stops eventually and answers, “I would be more than happy to accompany you before we head out.”

“Okay good,” I laugh nervously, “I’ve no one else with me anyways so there’s that… does seven sound okay?”

“You can ask me for anything I think I’ll say yes, liebling,” boom. There goes my heart once more. He grins gleefully as he says, “I know a place nearby. Would you like me to pick you up tomorrow?”

“As far as I know I’m the one who asked you first,” I roll my eyes in a joking manner, smile escaping my lips.

“I’d love to have you pick me up but I know the place,” he tells me with a shrug. “Besides, it’s by the tracks. We can head down there together before they start piling up for the day.”

Not wanting to fluster myself anymore, I nod almost eagerly and he exclaims, “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Have a good night, bello. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, schatz. Sweet dreams.”

Oh I really am going to have the sweetest dreams ever. Trust me.

#formula one fanfiction #formula one fic #formula one imagine #formula one x oc #formula one smau #f1 fic #f1 imagine #toto wolff fluff #toto wolff imagine #toto wolff x oc #toto wolff fic #toto wolff x reader #mercedes amg imagine #formula one fluff #f1 fluff

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It has been done!

I really enjoyed making these, especially Megatron!

I decided that Megatron has a man bun, because… idk, he seems like the type. I only gave him partially gray hair because he is technically supposed to be younger than Optimus (so weird…) but I think it’s fun that his years of stress and adding dark energon just made him gray faster in terms of human translation since he’s literally gray. I honestly adore the fact I gave him an aquiline nose, similar to in IDW comics, I also did similar stylization with the two-triangles shading.

The scars looked more red and raw than I intended, but honestly it looks metal (heh) so I don’t mind too much.

When you were talking about how hard it is to nail Optimus’s holoform… you weren’t joking. I got his hair down pretty easily, I figured he’d want it short and styled back for convenience. I originally wanted to make him ginger but went with what you intended for him, so I just made his hair a reddish-brown instead (the warm lighting more than compensates for it, and I honestly find it cool that his hair just looks bright, firey red in golden hour/sunlight!)

I had to change Opti’s colors so much, but I’m satisfied with his desaturated red jean jacket. I leaned more towards brown, I’m sure it used to be brighter, but working the the Corps gets you dirty and I think he’d appreciate the look of earthy tones (plus, I think kids and people in general like the more familiar and warm palette than the bright red, idk)

I’m rambling a lot but I did want to put as much thought as I could into these bc 1) I adore the concept of holoforms and wished they were used more and 2) Megatron/Mathew is my fav, so…

Just as a last note: if you look at the eyes of both characters, Megs has a triangle purple highlight and two small, blue dot highlights while Optimus has a yellow square highlight and two red dot highlights (they aren’t super visible but it’s the thought that counts 😅)

Thank you for your wonderful work and make sure to take care of yourself!

FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!

Second, yes, it is so wild to me that Optimus is actually older than Megatron, because according to the covenant of Primus and the Aligned continuity, Optimus was reborn as Orion immediately after the War of the Primes. Meanwhile Megatron was actually born during the Age of Wrath.

Optimus looks so pretty, but his smile also looks so sad. He's hiding his burdens and traumas with a smile! Look at the fluffy hem of his coat! It looks so cozy! Also, I really like the shading for Optimus because it looks like the sun is setting behind him. The shading of his hair looks so gorgeous!

Hehe. Looking at Megatron's hoodie, all I can think about is how Megatron who put the hood over his head and sulk when he's upset. And I absolutely adore the different colors that both he and Optimus have. Like you brought up the fact that Optimus has warmer colors and even with the sun shing behind Megatron, you can tell that there are cooler colors being used. Like I can see hints of purple in Megatron's hair.

I actually did zoom in to see the eye coloring that you were doing and I absolutely adore it for both Optimus and Megatron.

Honestly this is so amazing and thank you so much for taking time to do this. I genuinely appreciate it.

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also this is sword anon again and honestly your cookie run art is partially why i wanna get back into it after a long time but i remember some drama circulating around that darkmilk has a significant age gap n stuff and in extension so does yammilk (ik your pinned post doesnt include them I just added that since that was part of the discussion) so whats your take on their age thing cuz idk what type of shipper you are lol

HII AGAIN LFMAOO BUT OKFG RLLYYY?? YAYYY

I don’t talk about milkyam cause I just don’t like the ship, or most of its shippers. I don’t like a lot of choco ships tbh..but all I will say, is milk would protect choco from yam BUT THATS IT. THATS ALL.

for me, I hc young prince as 15 and milk around the same age, idk maybe 13? I cant see how people think young prince choco was an adult...?? Yes she went out to find a sword by herself but I think she was only allowed that because she is a good fighter and can survive on her own, it’s obvious cacao had trust that choco will return safely.

She just looks tall or mature for her age ig?? I think it’s because how she was raised, never allowed to be a child and trained to be better but yea no, I fr can’t see her as an adult here

edit: I forgot to add but she still kind of had that “oblivious” mindset I guess? Believing she can save her kingdom and could change her fathers mind even tho he’s so stubborn and that mentality of being “a hero just like his father”, I’m sure thats associated w younger people because “ur just a child you don’t know any better”

after she comes back she sees what her father rlly is and basically calls him a coward. It’s fr someone maturing and seeing someone for what they rlly are, not blinded by the child mentality anymore and only seeing someone as perfect when they’re not at all (not saying cacao is a coward mb minty, but bro wasn’t the best father 🙏😔 I love cacao) but also choco is manipulated easily because of her weak mentality.. my girl.

I know a lot of people are iffy or just hate chocomilk and that’s alr ig but god pls enough w tagging the ship and making threads telling people to hate it.

I know someone whose too afraid to draw it because of what people say and I’m like !! I got you bro I’ll draw it for us!!

Also I don’t think devsis would even allow such a ship to exist if it was wrong?? (it’s funny cause they make art of it n even make captions like that one where choco and lico go to an amusement park together, w “don’t tell milk” )

also I just hate how mischaracterized milk is w choco... my god y’all are weird as fuck w him. Milk wouldn’t harass choco or stalk him pls stop that, it’s uncomfortable..

he respects his space and choco’s life. When he met choco in that cutscene, people took choco being “uncomfortable” around milk, he wasn’t? He was just shocked or just “?? Rlly??” Kind of reaction because this man hasn’t been told anything nice after he became “bad” or whatever, so having someone tell him that he was the reason they became stronger and “want to be just like him” is obviously shocking to her, she wouldn’t believe that she made someone life better because she thought she only hurt people and deserved to be hated and treated in any way.

Anyway yea, they def both met as teens, didn’t see eachother til adults and it’s obvious milk is in love w choco idc (me too bro)

this is long as fuck sorry but GOD I NEEDED TO SAY SHIT!!

Take the cute art tho I love them sm (I think choco just has the mentality that no one could love him after what he’s done so he doesn’t understand why milk faints all flustered n shit but the idea of her being oblivious is cute too 😭 fuck it shes both!!)

also what type of shipper I am?? Wym

#dark choco cookie #milk cookie #darkmilk #chocomilk #God bless goodnight

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3.69 Done

I stepped outside to greet Sophia and see why she lingered outside. She stood on the sidewalk with her eyes fixed on her phone's screen. As I approached, I saw pain etched on her face like a tattoo. She wasn't looking at the phone at all; it was just a prop. A stall tactic while she willed herself to be okay. I dashed over and gave her a tight squeeze, assuring her that everything will be fine. It took no time for her to let the weight of her sorrow crash down on me. As tears ran down her face, I whispered reassurances, encouraging her to let it all out. Though I hated hearing her wails of desperation, I'm glad she let go because she'd been carrying that burden for a while. She did what she believed was right, persevering at work because of a long-held dream. But it slowly destroyed her.

When she was ready to talk, she'd talk, so I didn't prod her. I just stood there, being the support and comfort she needed me to me. Moments later, she pulled away and looked up at me with red, glassy eyes.

"Luca?"

I grabbed her hands.

"I'm here."

"You were right."

I honestly hated hearing that, but it was music to my ears. I wanted what was best for her, and that job was not it.

"I'm gonna take a few days off and figure this out," she continued.

"Take all the time you need. I love you and don't want to see you like this again. I got you. Don't worry."

"Thanks. I really appreciate you, Luca. I'm not spontaneous, and I wish I had even half of your confidence, so quitting without a plan has always terrified me. I think I just needed someone to tell me it's going to be okay."

"It's definitely going to be okay. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."

"I know you wouldn't."

"Mama's still here. You want me to tell her to go home?"

"Nooo, don't send her away on my account. I'll be fine. Just give me a minute."

I held her again, hoping to transfer my strength and positive energy to her. When she was ready, we went inside. Mama was playing with the dogs in the kitchen, and when she noticed Sophia, I could see the alarms beginning to blare. Sophia was in front of me, so I shook my head, pleading with Mama not to engage. Luckily, my message was received, and she quickly thought of something else to say.

"I was just giving your babies a little birthday tussle."

Sophia painted on a smile that looked partially genuine.

"That's so rude they aged up without me. I didn't realize they were that old."

"Me neither," I said. "It was pretty uneventful anyway."

Rosie was trying to convince Kooper to play, but he wasn't having it, so I stepped away from the conversation to address her. The ladies sat, and I hoped Mama would behave. I couldn't really hear what they spoke about over Rosie's excited yelps, but at one point I thought I heard the word vacation, and my antennas went all the way up. But by then, Mama had to go.

I would never wish away my mom, but I was relieved when she left. I wanted Sophia to have a quiet, cozy evening with minimal distractions. Socializing drained her energy, and even though she'd take time off and would have time to recover, I wanted her to conserve. It was a good thought, in theory, but life didn't always go our way. An hour later, as I put the finishing touches on dinner, someone knocked at the door. I rolled my eyes in disdain at the nerve of whoever dared to disturb Sophia's peace. When I saw it was Dad, I felt a little better. He wouldn't stay long and was much better at reading rooms.

"Hey, Dad! You just missed mom."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, she left about an hour ago. You hungry? I made spaghetti."

"No, I'm fine. But thanks. I just came to meet these little singers of yours."

"Ha! Well, they're not so little anymore."

We went inside, and Sophia had already finished her food. I really hoped she'd go through with quitting, if only so dinner could stop being her first meal. Sadly, most days, I failed to wake up with her and cook breakfast. Early mornings were just not my thing.

We joined her at the table, and I could see the point where he realized something was wrong. I knew he wouldn't ask, but I couldn't risk it and told him of my SimTube success.

"Wow! That's awesome," he said.

I went on to tell him about our plans to move and get a bigger house and gently hinted at some career changes for Sophia. This extra money couldn't have come at a better time.

"You know," Dad began, "your mom's candle business originated from a dream I had of a family operation."

"Really? I mean, I knew you were the one who taught her, but it always seemed kind of random."

"My father was a carpenter, and I inherited his crafting spirit. I learned how to make all kinds of things, but woodworking was my favorite. I always wanted to teach my children how to craft and start a business selling handmade goods that would be family owned and operated."

Wooooow. If my parents had stayed together, I might have been a maker? That was wild to me. I didn't often think about how different my life would have been without the divorce, but when I did, it was fascinating. But I could take those thoughts only but so far because at a certain point my would-be life became unrecognizable and unappealing. We may have never gone to Mt. Komorebi when we did, and I never would have met Sophia.

"My plan was to keep working my job until the business could support itself and our family. We didn't have a lot when I was growing up, so I told myself if I ever had extra money, I'd save some of it and invest the rest so I could generate some passive income. Maybe that's what you should do with this new SimTube money."

"That's not a bad idea, Dad. Thanks. I never would have considered that."

The business and finance world was completely foreign to me, so I asked questions about where and how to go about it, what portion I should invest, and the like. Much like many other father-son discussions we've had, I appreciated the unexpected but much-needed lesson. I realized no matter how old I got or how much I matured, there'd always be something he could teach me until the day he left this world.

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #emerald pope #luca winston murillo #sophia aguilar #ali murillo #rosie #kooper

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utilitycaster · 1 year

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Wizard Breakdown Tracker: Mighty Nein Reunited, Part 2

Gather ye wizards while ye may, though with the return to Campaign 3, we are finally headed to Yios, where there are wizards, once we finish with the Gloomed Jungles, where there are were-creatures, which are also very cool. The hierarchy is, as always: paladins; wizards; were-creatures; literally everyone else; dhampyrs, kalashtar, changelings, and "hey DM, can I play a tiefling bard with intelligence 7". But I digress.

Ludinus Da'leth: So at this point (ie, shortly post-this episode), Caleb, known bridge between the Cerberus Assembly and the Cobalt Soul, has taken a job at the Soltryce Academy, which means any efforts to make a new, slightly more palatable volstrucker program and quietly keep it from Archmage Becke are going to go straight out the window. The walls are closing in, and he doesn't even know that Jester can go to the Feywild. 7/10.

Astrid Becke: Caleb listened and took the job! That's one success in what's got to be a thankless new position in many ways. Also I still really want to know who the hell has become Archmage of Antiquity, or if the Assembly just writes that one off as "make a deal to bring back a powerful Age of Arcanum entity and raise it to godhood once, shame on you; make a deal to bring back an powerful Age of Arcanum entity and raise it to godhood twice, shame on us and also what the fuck are we going to do with two nickels in a society that uses gold, silver, and copper currency." 3/10; Astrid's doing better than she ever has in this tracker, and good for her.

Eadwulf Grieve: Caleb is still keeping him in mind, which is good, because he really is like...look, he's a wizard, so he's not dumb muscle, but compared to his two former lovers he's very clearly the 'And Peggy' of the bunch. On the other hand this means he's probably just organizing the Temple of the Raven Queen Yulisen Night Potlucks and inventing the Exandrian equivalent of Minnesota Hot Dish or something. 0/10.

Yussa Errenis: Is aware of the storm on the horizon. Is chilling in his tower. Is largely unbothered. Other people pointed out that while he has developed a reputation for fucking around and finding out, he has also technically never physically left his tower to do so, which is honestly impressive, but does explain why Beau did not have to bamf out a partially dissolved old wizard when she ended up in Uk'otoa's gullet. Anyway, glad he's keeping up with Caleb and making potions. 3/10, for being aware of the storm.

Allura Vysoren, whose name I keep misspelling: Yasha did give Kima back the sword, and Caleb doesn't seem to have her staff, and she helped make a new, cooler sword! 2/10 for League of Miracles reasons only.

Essek Thelyss: Still under a lot of political pressure, regardless of where he is...but he's also getting, as Figueroth Faeth would say, his kisses in, so better than I expected! 5/10.

Caleb Widogast: So here's the thing. It is, as the other post said, about the green beans. And it is, as my last iteration of this said, not time for deep Caleb meta in here. But I do have a lot of thoughts about the similarities between Caleb and Fjord, as I always do, and about how neither of them really had much of an understand of what happens in their life past That One Big Thing They Need To Do, having already woken up at some point and been like *Mitski voice* I used to think I'd be done by 20. I do feel that the Caleb Widogast of part 1 of this two-shot was truly a Caleb Widogast who could go either way re: the T-Dock usage, and the Caleb Widogast of part 2 of this two-shot is not; the event has not (in my understanding, at least) occurred but the decision has unconsciously been made. Also he's dating Essek and he gets to have Dragon Time, which sounds like Floor Time but better. He does get a 4/10 though, because he takes it upon himself to become the Mighty Nein's Social Event Coordinator. As someone who just had to cancel a carefully scheduled D&D session for tonight because I am sick but also the DM and if I have to talk for 2 hours while simultaneously using my brain I will cry, this is very stressful.

Veth Brenatto: Camp's going great! Only one kid died, and not permanently! 1/10.

Known Gem Wizard Hotsauce Lutefisk: Oh so the demigod leviathan CALAMITY SNAKE gets released from its prison beneath the sea, three seals in three temples broken in under 18 months, and yet, I, Halas Lutagran,

Bonus!

Warlock Breakdown Tracker

Fjord: For real? Who knows. I personally imagine that it does, as they say, briefly go to 11, because though Uk'otoa is dealt with and Zehir seems to have understandably gone "you are way too interested in love and the ocean for me to give a shit, I'm going back to bed", Fjord (not unlike Caleb) has to sit with the fact that he's done with that and he's happy OH GOD HE'S HAPPY WHAT THE FUCK DOES HE DO WITH THIS. Also he has to deal with the orphanage, which is going to be traumatic and unpleasant for sure, plus you know someone named "Grankton" is going to be holding a massive grudge against the world at large. But with time, it settles back down somewhere more reasonable, only to briefly spike and resolve again during Kingsley's little maneuver. So you know. Some numbers, probably.

#critical role #critical role spoilers #wizard breakdown tracker

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i’m not sure if you’ve already done something similar but i was wondering if you had any hc for regina’s relationship with clothes? i just feel like there’s so much to dig into with all her mother’s bullshit and how she was raised to value appearances, how performative a lot of her outfits were as the evil queen, the shift in how she dresses after the curse breaks, her and emma’s opposite approaches to how they dress themselves. idk i just feel like if anybody else would also have thoughts on this, it would be you

anon i am literally in love with you for sending me this ask. honestly why have i never done a post on this before!!! this is SO interesting to me!! clothing is definitely a hugely important part of regina's character and journey over the course of the show.

PSA: this turned into a literal play by play biography of regina's life through clothing. ur welcome. also this is totally unedited, we die like men

I think clothing means a lot of different things to Regina. I think she both revels in and resents the glitz and glamour, uses it as her shield, weaponry and armour but also it can be very vulnerable for her... it's a lot

and I agree that, unfortunately like many things with Regina, we have to start by tracking back to her childhood and how Cora raised her

Regina is a young noblewoman in the enchanted forest, and much of her 'value' to her family would lie in making an advantageous marriage. Layer on top of that Cora's absolute single minded determination for success, social climbing and for Regina to become queen one day and you just KNOW appearances were a huge deal when Regina was growing up (we see this threaded through canon too, in Cora magically changing Regina's clothes/hair/makeup for her)

to Cora, Regina's beauty was always a valuable tool she could use, but her brutal ambition would have led to absolute perfectionism.

After all, sweetheart, queens have to be perfect.

I think even when Regina was a very young child, a huge amount of weight was put onto her clothing and how she was presented.

I can imagine Cora choosing elaborate outfits for her infant daughter, dressing her up like a doll and making sure the ribbons in her hair matched exactly, being absolutely critical of everything to ensure her child was the best dressed, the most perfect

And I think this hugely impacted Regina's childhood. Cora would have allowed Regina very little freedom, partially because she was conditioning her to behave like a queen (or just like an obedient pawn for her to do whatever she wanted with) but also partially because Regina literally could not risk getting messy or dirty.

Image is everything, darling.

As child, Regina couldn't really play because she would ruin her dress, or her hair, or scuff her shoes. She had no choice but to occupy herself with the 'proper' pursuits that her mother approved of, because she physically couldn't do anything else. No running, tree climbing, flower picking etc for tiny Regina. Lots of sitting quietly and looking pretty, even as a child.

I can definitely see Cora showing Regina off from an early age, dressing her up like a doll, inviting other noblewomen for tea and dressing Regina better than any of their children, making her sit nicely and quietly.

If Regina were to be 'bad' and accidently dirty her dresses, mess up her hair etc. I think Cora would definitely punish her quite severely. because from day one, Cora was drilling into Regina that her appearance was one of the most valuable and worthwhile things about her. Queens have to be perfect.

And of course, little Regina doesn't want to be a queen, she just wants to go play in the meadow with the other children, but she wants to be a good girl more than anything, because mother hurts her when she's not.

As Regina grows older, I think Cora becomes far more critical of her appearance. A doll like, cute child is far easier to keep 'perfect' than an adolescent girl, and it's also all a huge control tactic for Cora to keep Regina affection starved and desperate to please her. So there would be backhanded comments, the constant pressure to be more beautiful. The feeling started to grow in Regina that she was pretty, just not pretty enough, never enough.

Ik I've talked about this before here (TW for EDs) but I headcanon Cora as absolutely fucking up a young Regina's body image and relationship with food too, controlling/restricting her diet. So I can imagine that dress fittings became a source of enormous stress and pain for an adolescent and teenage Regina.

In the enchanted forest, as a noble, all of Regina's clothes were likely hand made from expensive fabrics. Cora would spare no expense for making her daughter the most fashionable, beautiful, ideal young lady. So there was enormous pressure on Regina to 'wear the clothes well' and to keep them pristine. But these fittings would have been hell, because Cora definitely was stood in the corner, never ever asking Regina's opinions or how she feels in the clothes, but only ever criticizing the fit, asking if her corset could be laced tighter, and despairing over tiny mistakes.

Despite all this though, I do think a young Regina enjoyed clothing and fashion in a way. As much as her mother made it absolute hell, Regina really did like the few dresses she was allowed to have a say in and I think she always liked pretty things, she just wished she was allowed to like them on her own terms.

I think the white dress we see her wearing in a lot of her early EF flashbacks was one of her favourites because it's pretty but also simple and comfortable, something she would have chosen herself and just luckily happened to be considered suitable by her mother.

I've written about it in this fic but I also think Cora would have been actively sexualising Regina from a young age, trying to make her as appealing to suitors and other noblemen as possible to get more power and advantage. This would make Regina very uncomfortable, and I think at this point she really resented all this elaborate clothing and heavy jewelry.

There's also something really interesting in canon ouat costume design I want to discuss because I've never seen it discussed before: in 2x015 The Queen Is Dead, we get a glimpse of the fashions in Leopold's kingdom around the time Regina and Snow were about to meet for the first time. We see Queen Eva, clearly an empowered adult woman, wearing a tightly fitting deep red dress covered in jewels. Meanwhile the ten (ish?) year old Snow White wears a more appropriately girlish frock with puffy sleeves, a simple bodice and full skirts. Around this time, we mostly see Regina dressed in the latter style, implying she is still being dressed and presented more as a young lady/maiden than an adult. The blue dress Cora puts her in to meet King Leopold is a very similar design to Snow's, with full sleeves and skirt; her riding coats are also loose and puffy sleveed; the dress she wears at dinner when married to Leopold is full sleeved and skirted too; the white dress we see her in several times is the exception, but looser still than Eva's style.

I believe the earliest we see Regina in that adult style dress is in Fruit of the Poisonous Tree, when she's years into her marriage and about to kill her husband and seize power. This is a moment of empowerment for her shown through costume, and a clear shift she's gone from girl to woman, which is actually disgusting considering this is at the end of her marriage to the elderly king.

My point here is that I think throughout her marriage the world still saw Regina as a child to a degree, a poor replacement for Eva, and Regina was still very much a young woman, who did not feel any older or freer. Her marriage kept her trapped and unempowered, just like her mother had.

She always had to be beautiful and perfect, and this pressure was amped up even more as queen. I can see a newly married Regina trying so hard in the first few years to always be perfect, constructing elaborate outfits, hair and makeup just like Cora taught her, to try and be good enough for Leopold, to make him more kind to her, to make anyone at court notice her at all, but it never works. She is still only ever objectified or sidelined or both.

When she begins training with Rumple, we start to see Regina developing a new sense of style: she begins wearing darker colours, to mimic her mentor in a way. I think this is very indicative of her mental state, how easily influenced she was, how much she wanted to latch onto this one source of potential hope and power in her life.

But this was of course a transitional period, and I do think it's interesting that we see her in 1x11, seducing Sidney and killing her husband finally wearing one of the long, tight, elegant 'adult' dresses Eva wore as queen. This is when Regina really steps into her own power.

Once again to refer briefly to the same fic I think in the few years leading up to this (remember, as I love to remind everyone, her entire horrific marriage was probably around 8 years at least), Regina began to learn more of her seduction politics, and started to understand how she could manipulate the way men behaved towards her. She started to fully understand what her mother meant, how to choose a dress for the right situation, how to choose a neckline, a lipstick shade, a way of walking and talking.

I think this took her a while to stop feeling disgusted by. At some point, the rush of even this tiny way of grabbing power was exhilarating, long overdue. At some point, that stopped making her skin crawl.

Starting to wear darker colours was I think a way of rebelling against her past self. I really think throughout her reign as the 'evil queen', Regina had to loathe her younger, innocent self because that was the version of her that got hurt, used, raped, manipulated, brokenhearted. It was easier to hate that version of herself, to blame herself for being weak and stupid (Mother's voice in her head, always) than to fully feel the pain she was still in. So the pastels and whites of her youth were completely gone. She buried them, and the girl who loved them, as far as she could.

It also seems like pastels were commonplace in the Enchanted Forest based on every extra in every ballroom scene ever, and at this point Regina was so reliant on her attractiveness as a form of power that wearing dark colours and deep jewel tones was a way to ensure she always stood out, always caught the eye.

As her reign grew, I think the Evil Queen costumes grew more and more extravagant as a show of wealth and power to dazzle the commoners and intimidate all the nobles. Regina was showing them with her style choices that she was in a league of her own. And the more she leaned into it, the glitz and glamour, all the diamonds and makeup, the things she hated as a young girl, the safer she feels. The more hidden. The more superhuman.

The Evil Queen was a physical symbol as well as an idea of who Regina was. I think of it almost like how celebrities have public persona, sexualised and stylised, instantly recognisable and fastidiously designed. I think this made Regina, a physically small woman, much smaller than all the other older, male leaders and rulers, feel protected, confident and powerful.

(I think it's also a defense against the fact that as a very young girl Regina was sexualised by her own mother for a much older man, for his whole court I suppose. Regina has always been taught, through her mother's words and actions, that her beauty and attractiveness correlate to her worth, power and usefulness. And now she sort of enacts that on herself to keep herself safe. Because they can't sexualise her if she's sexualised herself first, they can't be using her if she's letting them and using their lust for her to her own ends. Her beauty keeps her safe. Queens have to be perfect, Regina.)

When we get to Storybrooke, I think it translates somewhat. In this world, political figures are the power symbols, and unfortunately in this world too, female politicians are more successful if they are polished and beautiful. Or so Regina would see it.

Queens have to be perfect, sweetheart.

She upkeeps the Evil Queen thing where she has a recognisable image, this polished perfect professional thing. Though this world is on a much smaller scale, Regina's mindset is not at all. She would never be seen out of the house without a perfect face of makeup, without perfectly done hair, manicured nails, the right outfit, the right shoes. Because queens have to be perfect. You can't show them a single crack in your armour.

It isn't all a chore though. I think Regina really does enjoy her own style, especially in Storybrooke as it is so different to anything Cora or Leopold would have had her wearing, and because it's part of a world she made for herself, there's more of a sense of independence and ownership of her own style. I think she has a really nice sense of routine in doing her makeup and hair, which is good for her too.

But still in Storybrooke, we see Regina using her attractiveness, using seduction as a often reached for tool in her arsenal.

And on the other hand we have Emma.

Now, this is a Regina post but the ask did specify and I do find it interesting and want to discuss, so I'll give a much briefer overview of my headcanons about Emma and her style.

Off the bat I'll say I consider 'Emma's style' as season 1 and 2 Emma. (I'm not going to analyse the straight-girl-style-ification of Emma Swan in the later seasons bc that's another story and also just Bad storytelling imo)

Skinny jeans, boots, tanks, plaid, leather jackets, beanies, baseball shirts. She's mostly casual, can be a bit edgy, a bit lesbian swagger, a bit teenage boy (at times). Sometimes she does a winged liner, sometimes nothing. And she dresses with nothing else in mind but what makes her feel confident and cool and herself.

Because Emma as a kid never really had the freedom to pick her own clothes. The homes got a lot of donations, and sometimes there were cool things she could grab a hold of if she managed to beat the older kids to it, but a lot of the time she was just in whatever hand me downs she could get. Not ideal for a young queer girl trying to work out her identity.

So when she started to establish a life for herself, the first time she buys her red leather jacket etc, these moments are really meaningful to Emma because it's more about being able to own her sense of self and stand on her own two feet in a stable way rather than just being about the clothes.

Which is so beautiful, because it just goes to show that once again Regina and Emma are complimentary opposites. Clothes were never important in Emma's life, so when she gets the chance, she just likes being able to wear whatever the fuck she wants, to never really worry about it, and to feel good. To Regina, clothes were always enormously important and so a great deal of thought and preparation goes into everything she wears.

I think it is interesting the way they interact in this case, because they are so different, and they both find the other one so hot, and I think they also both admire how different it is for the other.

Regina in denial would definitely consider Emma's casualness to be improper and lazy, but deep down, and eventually openly once they grow closer, she knows she admires her freedom and fearlessness.

Meanwhile Emma thinks Regina is the hottest woman on the planet (she's right) and appreciates how perfectly her gf puts outfits together, how good her makeup and skincare collection is.

But Emma can also see the other side of it for Regina too, is one of the few people (perhaps because of her own history with clothes) who can see the strain there. The control and obsession with her own appearance, the perfectionism.

And I think Emma is really good for her in that sense. Emma's own freedom and confidence is a good influence. Because gradually, as they get together and their relationship develops, Regina is able to let down a little more of that mask, bit by bit.

Letting Emma see her with wet hair, her natural curls straight out of the shower. Or in her robe with no makeup on in the mornings. And as they build their life together, Regina finds this immense relief in having someone who sees all of her in every state.

It's not as scary as it once seemed.

And Emma thinks Regina is just as beautiful in leggings and fresh faced as she is with makeup and an expensive dress. (Once again, she is right). This is groundbreaking to Regina, this idea that she can be loved and valued without upkeeping her definition of 'perfection'. That she could be enough as she is, for Emma.

That she is enough, as she is.

And of course, she doesn't always believe that. How can she, after the life she has lived? But she's working on it, and when these feelings of immense vulnerability and insecurity in herself arise, she is able to voice them to Emma (sometimes with a bit of struggle) and Emma holds space for her, listens without judgement, calls Cora a dumb bitch (sometimes) and assures Regina that she is the most beautiful person Emma's ever seen, but that her beauty is not why she fell in love with her, and it's not what makes her worthy.

And slowly, I think Regina starts to get back to finding more joy in fashion. More appreciation, in the way her younger self always wanted.

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Olive Tree Sonnet [Raffle Winner]

This was supposed to be a little drabble for four-eyed-nerd, who was chosen randomly during the Follower Raffle. But I'm a liar. So it's a whole damned oneshot instead. So much for promises.

Masterlist

Characters: Juniper (OC created by four-eyed-nerd, Warriors, Wild

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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Things have been strange with Wars lately. Ever since they'd found out about Juniper's ancestry (and his unusually prevalent place within it), he'd been the most infuriating toss up of awkward avoidance and brooding cucco and Juniper was just about done with it. She respected him, truly she did, but for being so intelligent he sure had a way of putting his foot in his mouth.

Just because he was her grandfather (and wasn't that something) doesn't mean she wants to be his apprentice or some nonsense. He had his strengths and she had hers, and no amount of nitpicking or corrections was going to change that. She wasn't him.

At the time though, she hadn't known how to brooch the topic. Usually so willing to voice her grievances and set boundaries (her gerudo blood, perhaps? her hero's spirit?), it had caught herself off guard just how much his opinion mattered to her. Partially because of their revelation, yes, but also because of just how much she admired him.

He was just-

He was just so confident. Self-assured in a way she struggled to be, elegant and cultured too. Intelligent and frighteningly strong, well spoken and educated. Handsome and connected. Respected by the group (though he often bickered with Legend and Twilight). He even had Time's ear.

There was just so much to admire. So much to live up to, and she just-

She couldn't be him, no matter what he expected of her. The shoe didn't fit and she doubted it ever would. He might have been her grandfather, but they were not woven from the same cloth.

So here she was (fresh out of a tense argument with that very man) hiding behind some outcropping of boulders with Wild (like some sulking teenager) while Time talked Wars down. Scratching pictures and anxiety fueled nonsense into the aged stone only did so much though, so she began picking at her split ends with dust covered fingers instead.

A hand grabbed at her wrist, pulling it away from her now tangled, dirty hair. She yanked her wrist out of their grasp without thought.

"For fuck's sake! It's just damn hair!" Juniper snapped in frustration, turning to the interloper with a tense frown.

Wild just leveled her with an unimpressed stare as he pulled his hand away from where it'd been hoovering, but the downward angle of his ears gave away his hurt. As did the slight tensing of his shoulders.

She immediately felt regret for her loss of patience. All the progress they've made, and this is what starts the backwards slide.

Hell no.

"Look, Wild. I'm sorry. I'm just really fucking tense. I didn't mean to snap at you like that." Juniper apologized, struggling to keep eye contact while he looked so- betrayed.

At her words though he softened, nodding in acceptance before pointing at her doodles. The curious upward flick of his ears was like a balm on her heart.

"It's Wars...slipping on a banana." Wild snorted, eyes alight with mischief (and promise). "Hey! I was mad, okay? It's not like I actually want him to fall on his ass."

"Not even a little, huh?" A familiar voice spoke from behind them, startling the pair. Wild had nearly reached for a weapon, but thankfully caught himself.

Juniper looked up at Wars, wanting to fade away into the rocks behind her but also too upset still to think of backing down. Though she also wanted things to be okay between them, and less awkward. Honestly, she was just a mess right now.

War's eyes flickered to Wild's for a moment, assessing. Surprisingly, he seemed to find what he needed in the way Wild frowned, dug his boots into the grass below and crossed his arms impatiently. Protective as always.

"No need to get testy, Wild. I'm not going to ask you to leave." Wild snorted, as though amused Wars thought he'd have abided by the order even if it had been given.

"Wild." Juniper said, grateful for her friend's unflinching support, but also not wanting to be the cause of bad blood between the men. Wild was just too damned loyal sometimes.

Wild side-eyed his red haired friend unhappily, but backed down, leaning against the boulders behind them. Still watching like a silent predator, but willing to take the support role for this one.

An awkward moment of silence.

"I wanted-"

"What do you-"

Silence again. Warriors cleared his throat, readjusting his scarf in a practiced motion, body language far too relaxed for the way his eyes wavered with uncertainty.

Even his fidgiting was smooth and elegant. It was so unfair.

"I wanted to apologize for my behavior recently." He began, face very carefully passive. "I have been- unfairly strict with you, Juniper."

Juniper felt almost- shocked maybe? Validated? She wasn't sure, but her heart ached as Wars continued.

"I- I know I wasn't there in your life. You have no reason to listen to me, and I know I've overstepped my place as your comman- comrade multiple times now. I know that, and I'll make no excuses for myself. It was my own selfishness that led to where we are now." He paused, pointedly not looking at Wild who was watching him like a coiled snake.

"I'm sorry, Juniper. You're your own person and I have no right to criticize you for who you've become." Juniper felt her heart flutter, relieved and touched and suddenly, unexpectantly, sad. "I'll do my utmost to remember that."

Silence once more. Awkward as it's ever been between the both of them. Wild's eyes flicked between the two, just as awkward in this stilted atmosphere.

Wars nodded his head, suddenly looking unsure now but trying to hide it with pleasantries. "That's all I wanted to say. Thank you for your time." Then he turned to leave, ears red and lower face tucked into his scarf.

"Wars. Wait." The red haired woman said, voice fighting passed the swell of her throat.

The man paused midstep, turning back to her. He was composed now, quick on the recovery as ever.

Wild looked to her too, curious and confused.

"I'm sorry too." The unreadable passivity of War's face was unnerving (it always had been), but Juniper pushed through. "Not everything you've tried to teach me has been unreasonable. Actually, most of it has been damned helpful." Juniper went for her hair again, but remembered how Wild disliked when she damaged it.

The woman took a moment to gather herself, and Warriors was kind enough to let her. Even if now he still looked a little lost. Maybe a little hopeful too. "I don't want you to stop teaching me things." That was the last thing Juniper wanted. "I just- don't want to constantly feel like I've failed you." She looked down, unsure of how to continue.

Arms were around her then, warm and strong but also so incredibly tender. It was almost enough to pull a sob from her.

"You've never failed me, Juniper." Wars said, with such strong conviction in his voice it made the woman's eyes sting. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way." She lost the fight to maintain her composure, hiding her face in his scarf.

"I'm proud of who you've become." She sobbed harder and he held her tighter, speaking into her hair. "I'm glad you were born. I'm so blessed to have met you."

Wild quietly slipped away then, certain now that things would be alright between them. Eventually.

They just needed time.

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I must now return to the shadows to rest again.

#linked universe #for my followers

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