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Everything reminds me of him
Oh and also I love my fellow fags
#baldur’s gate 3#bg3#baldur’s gate iii#astarion#astarion ancunin#ghoulhag I’m so sorry if you see this#and if anyone reads these tags you are contractually obligated to buy the next trans person you see a coffee or tea of their choosing#if you're trans and can see your reflection in your screen right now? You deserve a little treat go get yourself a hot cocoa#i love you very much
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@lilmissnia NIAAAAAA!!!! *running so fast towards you* 🏃💨✨✨✨✨🥭🥭🥭🥭🥭🤍🤍🤍🤍
Running back home and seeing this beautiful craft made by my favorite person has brought me a huge smile.
Thank you very much for these beautiful gifts 🎁 this year it’s not even over yet but sure you had made it the BEST!
#lilmissnia#I love you very much#thank you!!#little moon’s foot get injured but with some love and glue! will get as new!!!#os besaría si pudiera#kissssss yaaaaa#AWUUUUU 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖#fnaf moondrop#fnaf sundrop#fnaf oc#HONEYYYY LOOK AMAZING 😻#little stars 🌟
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Totally not thinking about bagi mourning all of the people she loved the most in this world. her brother, her almost kind of basically girlfriend (they’re girlfriends in my heart and soul okay) and her best friend. All people who she thinks are probably dead because they didn’t make the boat. Trying to reconcile in her head that she will now have to try and somehow live a life without her most important people when suddenly bad shows up! And she can breathe a sigh of relief because if he’s alive and okay then the others could be too! She doesn’t have to deal with the aftermath of purgatory alone because her best friend is here! And they help each other solve problems and mysteries and they listen to each others problems! And he’s back and he’s okay! Right?! But he’s not okay. He’s here but not really here. Not properly. Not the way she wishes he was. His mind isn’t here in the ways she desperately needs it to be. He’s here but she’s still without her best friend. And brother. And girlfriend. She’s still alone. It was naive of her to even believe for a moment that she wouldn’t be.
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hee hee. piarles + 15 🤭❤️
15. Con Artist and the person who saw through their grift.
'This is the last leg, focus, so all you need to do is-'
"Shut the fuck up," Charles hisses at Lando through his teeth. "I can't be seen talking to myself, and I can't focus with you talking into my - hello, Pierre," he says with a wide smile. He can feel sweat gathering on his forehead, but he refuses to acknowledge it in any way. He's trained himself out of those ticks a long time ago, and the harsh lights and his three-piece ridiculous suit are enough to justify the sweat.
"Hello, cher," Pierre says. He looks lovely, handsome and hot in his tuxedo under the casino lights, like a movie star from those old movies his maman likes to watch. "You look dashing," Pierre continues, and Charles hates the fact that his blush is real and not a ruse. He thanks all the gods no one on his team can see him, because he's sure they'd all know.
"Thank you, Pierre," Charles replies. "Do you want a drink?" He leans back on the bar and gives Pierre his honest, shy smile just as Lando says 'He's so fucking gone on you, it's hillarious'.
Charles is going to punch Lando as soon as the job is done. He sips his martini so as not to grit his teeth. Pierre steps closer to him and Charles can feel the heat of his body as he leans half over Charles to signal the bartender for a drink.
"Of course, Renard," Pierre says. "Do you want a refil?"
Charles does his best not to flinch as he shakes his head. Every time Pierre uses Charles' fake name, Charles wants to scream. It wasn't supposed to be like this. None of this was supposed to be like this.
"Suit yourself," Pierre says. His knuckles brush over Charles' hand and Charles supresses - everything. He's a professional. He can get through this without getting attached.
Liar, he thinks. You stupid, pathetic liar. Get yourself together. Pierre isn't the first pretty mark you've worked with.
He is the first and only one that seems to genuinely care, though, a traitorous thought escapes him. He squashes it with a big sip of his martini.
'I think Ricciardo is on his way,' Lando says. 'Seb will be with you in some ten minutes, and then-'
"My boss is on his way," Pierre says. He's close enough to touch Charles and with the way Charles is leaning against the bar, he's forced to look up at Pierre. "So the contract should be signed very soon."
"Good." Charles makes himself smile. "My boss is on his way too." He raises his glass. "I'll just be glad when it's over."
Pierre taps on his glass. "Hmm," he hums. "Yes, I suppose you will." He clinks his glass to Charles'. "You will be going as soon as we're done?"
Charles swallows around the lump in his throat. "Yes," he says. "I need to oversee the development of the compounds we are building and prepare everything for when Mr. Ricciardo comes for the tour."
Pierre hums again. "Yes, indeed." He looks at Charles, and Charles doesn't know how to interpret that look. It's intense, and it feels like Pierre is searching for something in Charles' face.
Except, you're not Charles, he thinks. You're Renard Deveraux, head architect for the seemingly sustainable water filtering factories in India. You're honest, and outgoing, and you're about to seal the deal that will cost Daniel Ricciardo millions and set you up for the next year so you won't have to work. Seb won't call you last minute because he needs a grifter, and you won't have to work with Lando, and you'll never see Pierre again.
Fuck, Charles thinks just as Sebastian walks up to them with Daniel, both of them laughing. "Gentlemen," Seb says in an exaggerated German accent that isn't that far away from his own accent that comes out when he's roo tired to keep up his accent-less English. "Everything alright here?" His eyes flash in Charles' direction but Charles ignores him. He's fine. Everything's fine.
"Of course, Mr. Schmidt," Pierre says. His hand touches Charles' as he moves a bit. He doesn't move it away. It doesn't even occur to Charles to move at all.
"Please, Pierre, call me Johann," Sebastian says with a wide smile. Charles smiles at Daniel, because he's not Charles who is disgusted with the blatant, dark desire he sees in Ricciardo's eyes. He's Renard, who has been flirting with Daniel since they met. Renard, who allowed Daniel into his personal space and hooked him just enough to make the fake deal that Sebastian came up with for the con a certain success.
Pierre inclines his head. "Of course."
Daniel laughs that uncomfortably loud laugh of his. "Alright, alright, we're all friends here, yes? Now let's go sign the deal and then we can party. Right, Renard?"
Charles smiles and hopes it looks seductive enough. "Of course, Mr. Ricciardo," he chuckles. "But business first."
"Just the way I like it," Sebastian adds, and follows Ricciardo towards his office.
Charles is about to follow them, when Pierre grabs him by the arm. Charles tries to keep his breathing steady as Pierre speaks.
"Renard, I-"
Charles can't - he just can't. He steps closer, all the way into Pierre's space, and leans in.
"It's okay," he murmurs, forces himself to smile. "I'll see you in South Africa in a month, okay?"
Pierre looks at every inch of Charles's face, and Charles is in a full three-piece suit but he's never felt as naked as he does now.
"Yes," Pierre finally speaks slowly, meaningful in some way that evades Charles. "You will."
***
They sign the contract. Daniel transfers the millions into an offshore account Lando had set up. They drink a toast, and as soon as it's possible, Charles and Seb excuse themselves and reaffirm the plans of meeting Ricciardo and Pierre in a month. When they finally say goodbye, Charles forces himself not to look back, deapite being able to feel two pairs of eyes on him the whole time, only one of which didn't make him want to either throw up or take a long shower.
They take a cab to the airport together. When Sebastian opens his mouth in front of the terminal as they're smoking a cigarette, Charles shakes his head. "Don't," he asks. "Just... don't." He inhales deeply, the smoke burning his throat and making him dizzy. "Please, Seb. Just... not now."
Seb doesn't try to speak again. His eyes, when they look at Charles, are uncharacteristically sad. He throws away his cigarette, hugs Charles close for a moment, and leaves without another word.
There is nothing left to say. Charles knows who Seb is thinking of; which mark he's thinking of. Charles was there when they conned... well, no matter. It's history, just like this con will be history.
Just like Pierre will become history. Not the man who listened to Charles talk about architecture like it's the most interesting thing in the world when Charles let his guard down and forgot to be Renard. Not the man who told Charles about his own passion for clothes, and the man who shared Charles' interest in old cars and fast cars. Not the man who looked at Charles like he saw him, saw Charles under all the layers his character demanded. Pierre will not be that man; he'll be just another mark in a list of people that Charles conned out of their money and left behind.
Charles smokes three more cigarettes before he goes inside and buys a one way ticket to Panama under the name Peter Freeman. He vowes to punch Alex the next time he sees him for that little dig, then boards the plane and gets just drunk enough to sleep most of the way to Panama.
***
Panama is beautiful, and warm, and colourful, and Charles hates it.
It's been three weeks of sun and sea and alcohol and beautiful people that wanted Charles. The only problem was that the sun burned Charles' skin, and the sea made him feel sad, and the alcohol didn't tase good, and Charles didn't want all those people.
He was pining, and he was annoyed, and he was bored, and he didn't know what to do or how to get over it.
He's sitting at the beach bar, deciding if another cocktail is worth it, when someone sits on the stool next to him.
"This seat taken?"
Charles turns so quickly, he's pretty sure he pulls a muscle in his neck.
"I - what are you doing here?" is all he can say, because he hasn't been this surprised since that job in Azerbaijan ended up with him and Sebastian having to improvise their way out of a drug kingpin's villa. Maybe not even then. Seb always makes risky plans.
"It took me a while to find you," Pierre says. His sunglasses are perched on his head, and his shirt is unbottoned just enough for Charles to see tha cross glinting in the middle of his chest.
Charles swallows. "How?"
Pierre's eyes twinkle. "You know, before I worked for Ricciardo, I had another employer. Nico Rosberg?" he says, and Charles' eyes widen. "Yes, I thought so." He chuckles. "Anyways, long story short is - I quit my job before Ricciardo realised he signed over fifty million for compounds that don't exist, I called Nico, and then I got out of Italy. The worst part was tracking down Schmidt - I mean, Vettel," he said, and Charles was finding it pretty hard to breathe. "Convincing him to talk to me was even harder, but in the end I managed to convince him to give me your location."
"Seb didn't know -" Charles starts to say, then bites his lip at Pierre's chuckle. "Well. You found me."
"I did."
They stare at each other for a moment, and Charles is pretty sure that it isn't the heat making him uncomfortable. He clears his throat.
"So. What now?" he asks, because he doesn't know what to think, or what to feel. Pierre is standing in front of him, after tracking him down to Panama, and he looks like sin and he doesn't look like he's mad at Charles.
Pierre slides off his chair and steps closer into Charles' space. "Now, well. Everything I have planned requires your explicit consent, actually."
The way his eyes roam over Charles' skin is enough to light a fire inside Charles unlike any he's ever felt. He clears his throat again, then remembers something.
"I - I think I will consent to anything you want," he says, cheeks burning under Pierre's gaze. "But I think you should know, well, you probably guessed, but my name isn't Renard."
Pierre makes a final step and Charles can't move. "Oh, I know. I guessed that a long time ago, and I know you probably want to know everything, how and why and all that, but for now," he raises his hand and trails a finger down Charles' arm, leaving goosebumps on Charles' skin, "I think I'd like to do something I've wanted to do ever since I met you." Pierre raises his gaze to look straight into his eyes. "Charles."
Charles doesn't wait a moment more; he can't. He pushes forward and kisses Pierre with everything he's got, and when Pierre's arms wind around his waist, holding him up, he allowsh himself to smile into the kiss and then deepen it, like he's wanted to ever since he first saw Pierre.
They'll figure it out. Pierre is capable, and Charles... Charles is a grifter. He can figure out anything, and right now, he needs to figure out how to make Pierre make that sound again.
#okay im in hella pain amd i cant sleep so. here. have this <3#i love you very much#con artists au#theres lore here but im too tired to incorporate it in not a clunky way#piarles#effervescentdragonwrites#my writing#f1 rpf#thanks phoebs <3333
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funniest and best take i've heard in the past few years btw was my very left-wing friend calmly explaining to me over starbucks that part of the problem with curent discourse is that people aren't in hitting distance anymore
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I’m here
It’s been a couple months. My mom restricted tumblr from my phone and uuuh, I can’t download anything without her knowing so that’s cool. I’m tired. I’m tired but I finally figured out the screen time passcode to my phone so I thought I’d talk with you all because I think some people might care 🤷♀️
It use to be bad (my mental state), but it’s mellowed out, I got use to it I guess. That being said I’m not sure about creating content too much, finding the time and motivation to is very difficult. It hurts coming back here and not feeling at home anymore. I don’t feel the same about art and I feel bland. Really meh. I want to go back but even if I tried to I think I’d just get beaten into the ground again (<- not literal please don’t call the cops).
That’s it I think. I love you very much and I hope you’re doing better than me right now.
#beloved mutuals#<- I can’t yell right now#sorry#I knew I’d freaking cry when I came back here ehdjsirhekwhdishd#emotionally drained#kind of a vent#?#I feel like I’m just being honest#But I do love you#I love you very much#Tumblr in general#Maybe not some of you (inkstargirl) but most of you were everything to me#And then you were gone#It’s not your fault and maybe not even mine#maybe that’s just how things work#which is so disgusting tbh :/#But hey#We’re alive#we’ll do the best that we can#I feel gross#like hallow and crusty#Very dry#I hate it#I don’t think I’ll be the same after everything that’s happened#I’m fine#I think.
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-Send this to someone you love a lot but don't always know how to show that ^^ <3
#you can also reblog this post and tag people you love#and don't repost without my permission or without giving me credit! thank you <3#art#i'm mel and this is my blog✌️#my art blog#my art#my art <3#art mel#my art style#cat art#words of comfort#i love you#i love you very much#cat#please. tag people/someone you love!#spread some love#<3
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*POINTS*
New mutual! :D Heck yeah!
*waves rapidly* HIIII!!!!!!!
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#my art#mels art#THIS IS MY FIRST TIME HAVING MOOTS#hello to all my other mutuals!!#i love you very much#<3 <3 <3#fnaf sb#fnaf daycare attendant#daycare attendant#sundrop#hi moots#you guys are so silly#click for better quality
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lil silly gifts for @feisaru <3
i always wanted to draw feisaru in houseki no kuni artstyle, and redraw that iconic game screenshot (that i love a normal amount <- lie)
and also SPOP x CS. even if i know nothing about Shera, but it was fun to draw them with new clothes 🥹
#the urge to yell happy birthday in capital#HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉#insert that yeepee gif#when i was doing the sketch in traditional#i always do the first lines in color pencjls#and ofc i took green and orange#but i drew fey w orange and saru in green 😭#and i noticed i mixed the colors but its still very cute 🥹🥹🥹#ur birthday gift was also an excuse to draw gυns again#I LOVE DRAWING WEAPONS#i hope the drawings are not bright tho#anyway#happy biryhday again#i love you very much#ily feysaru#<3
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#i love you very much#my heart#aww#sweet#care#arrow#arrowedits#arrowedit#olicity#oliver x felicity#felicity x oliver#felicity smoak#oliver queen#stephen amell#6x18#emily bett rickards
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Was checking your cayde6 posts and saw "optics" being used
I know what you are 👀 (transformers fan)
Also, love your writing 🧡 have a good day
how dare you LMAO
its been so long since i've checked my messages and THIS IS WHAT I FINDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
MY GOODNESS
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Yes, I know. And this is me as a husband:
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𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨! 𝙞 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 2024 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 - 𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝, 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠.
𝙗𝙚𝙚 🐝
#hny2024#hny#happy new year#to all my readers#i love you very much#stay tuned for more fics coming in 2024
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So, I know that I've just started writing for the Welcome Home fandom, but I don't think I'm going to continue anymore, at least for the time being. Welcome Home's creator, Clown, is going through a lot right now and I don't feel like it's appropriate for me to continue writing fanfiction about his creation while knowing that. It just doesn't feel right writing about it with him gone. If he decides to come back and continues Welcome Home, maybe I'll pick up writing again, but I just don't feel comfortable with it otherwise.
With that being said, I appreciate the comments that I've gotten! Some of them made me wheeze until I sounded like a tea kettle and my sides hurt. It was fun, for the week that it lasted lol
As for Clown, I wish them the best. I doubt they'll see this but that's alright with me. I just hope they're able to.. maybe recover isn't the right word.. recuperate? In any case, I love Welcome Home and it's sweet inhabitants. I love the little glimpses of Clown that they allowed us to see, and I hope that they continue creating the things they enjoy and loving those creations.
I may continue to write, maybe not, I have no idea! We'll see lol
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you are a truly wonderful person btw. Absolutely fantastic
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HELpp your Sandor Clegane fanfics are so good!!! 💗💗💗💗💗SO SO GOOD! So well written! He's just what he should be, I LOVE THEM! You're so so so talented, I need u to know that and wanted to say you're v appreciated 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
❗❗❗ thank you so much 🥺🫶 when I first started posting for the fic, I honestly resigned that I'd get like 10 notes on it because it's been so long since GoT aired and idk the climate of the fandom. But I was so happy to find people who seemed to like it 🫶🫶🫶🫶 I appreciate the time you took to send me this ask, my love. Let me kiss you softly with my lips 💖💖💖
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