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charlie-lec-stories · 21 days
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Everything happens for a reason // CL16
Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Stroll!Sister
Summary: After a whole life of following her father's orders, Y/N's tired of being the good girl and when she finally stood up for herself with the help of her best friend, all hell broke loose.
Warnings: Sexual comments and scenarios, cheating, strong vocabulary.
Author’s Note: Well guys, gals and non-binary pals, you know I love messy stories, this is no exception. Rate: +18 (adult content)
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"UGHHHHHH". Y/N couldn't help but laugh out loud when her brother, Lance, sat down beside her, grunting as if it was the hardest thing his body had done in 20 years.
"Really, Lance, was it really that hard? Are you that old?". She rolled her eyes as the boy fixed his position on the roof, making sure that he wouldn't fall off. They had the tradition of sitting on the roof of their mansion after dinner and before bed time. They had an hour before the staff would start looking for them, the only time they could be normal and not billionaires.
"I'm not old, it was that hard, some of us train, you know. Not everyone is naturally gifted at driving cars". She laughed again. Even though her brother tried to act annoyed with her great driving, he was actually proud of her.
"I'm not that good". She lied, but he shook his head, then let it rest on her shoulder, getting comfortable next to her under the blanket she had. Her hand went to his hair, lovingly running her fingers through the locks.
"Don't lie. Gees, I'm not ever sure who you got that from, because dad sucks". She felt his body shake as he giggled at his own comment. "That old man may love racing but God knows he should never touch a steering wheel".
"Hey, don't be like that, he's an average driver...". Lance moved his head up to give her a pointed look. "He is!... When it comes to tennis karts he is". They stayed silent for a moment before bursting out laughing so hard that they got worried someone might have heard.
"Okay, okay, enough with roasting the old man". Lance said once they calmed down. He resumed his position close to her and changed the subject. "Are you excited for the new season? I mean, you have a real chance this time, sis".
"Carlos said the same". She said, sighing and looking into the horizon. The sun was setting and the sky had that perfect shade between pink and purple, it was lovely, it made her feel at peace.
"Well, we are right. I'm always right, as you obviously know, and Carlos is your best friend, he could never lie to you, that's illegal". Y/N smile, that was true, her best friend was the most honest person she had ever met, and if there were two people in the world she trusted with her life, those were Lance and Carlos.
"Speaking of Carlos, I have something to tell you about this season". Lance could feel the tension in her voice so he fixed his position again, showing her that he was giving her his full attention. "Nelson, you know, the PR guy, he told me that I have to get into a PR relationship. He gave me two options: Carlos or Leclerc. Of course, I chose Carlos. I'd rather fake-date my best friend than Charles-stupid-Leclerc".
"You should let go of that anger, your beef with Charles was years ago, he's a nice guy". Lance rolled his eyes at his sister. Y/N and Charles fought after a karting race when they were 16 and never got along after that. He was unnecessarily mean to her and she always over-reacted. But to be fair to Charles, she did say to him that he had a small penis in front of the whole grid, and that can be really harmful for a teenage boy. The fact that everyone knew that they had hooked up once only made the accusation seem more reliable, humiliating Charles even more in front of their peers. To add to the feud, Y/N called him "Peanut" and he called her "Matagot", which is basically a south-french mythology monster that only treats you well if you keep it well-fed, otherwise it can be your biggest nightmare. It was Charles' way of calling her a spoiled brat, that only cares for others when she can get something in return.
"He's not nice. But I don't want to talk about him, I want advice. I have never been in a PR relationship before and you have. It's pretty uncomfortable to have to do this with Carlos, but I have to make it work".
Lance and Y/N spent their hour talking, he gave her advice on what to do and how to keep the friendship strong after having to be all over each other in public. It was going to be awkward, but her contract said that there were things she had to do to get a better public image and Carlos was a great way to keep things interesting. Drive to Survive, the Netflix series about the sport needed something to talk about, and a relationship between two drivers from different teams was perfect, and that's how she ended up trapped with a PR relationship. Around 10 pm, they got down the roof and made their way to their rooms. Before bed, Y/N checked her phone and found a text from her best friend.
Chili-man: Hey kiddo! I know that this is going to be awkward, but remember that we're best friends first, if you ever feel uncomfortable, you let me know and I'll do everything to help out. Okay?
Y/N: Thanks Chili-man. I love to know that you're always on my corner. You're the best. And the same goes for you. It's gonna be weird, but at least I'm not fake-dating Peanut.
Chili-man: Don't be mean, he's a nice guy.
Y/N: You and my brother need to stop being such Leclerc's advocates, I'm sure he can pay his own defense lawyers, you guys don't need to do it for free. Anyways, good night and I'll see you tomorrow for the first day!
Chili-man: I promise he's not that bad. But whatever. Sleep tight kiddo. I'll see you tomorrow.
The next morning, Y/N woke up to the sound of her father shouting and her mother begging him to lower his voice. Still half asleep, she walked to the door and cracked it open. Outside, she saw Lance peeking out of his own room and after sharing a puzzled look, they moved their attention to their father. He was at the end of the hall, at the door of his room, their mother was pulling at his arm, trying to pull him into the room without success. It was strange to say the least, that their mother interfered with their father's affairs, she had her own business to worry about, but she seemed actually worried about the discussion their father was taking part in over the phone.
"I SAID NO. I don't care about the numbers, I don't care about the stupid show. She's not dating Carlos Sainz Jr. She'll do that over my dead body!". Both Lance and her looked at each other. Why was he so upset? He loved the Sainz; he had been friends with Carlos Sainz Sr. for as long as they could remember. "I DON'T CARE IF IT'S FAKE".
"Honey, please, they'll hear you". Their mother tried to calm him down, but he was furious.
"THEN USE LECLERC, BUT SHE'S NOT DATING CARLOS AND THAT'S MY FINAL WORD". She definitely didn't like that last statement. Her father hung up and stormed into his room. It was her turn to be upset, she didn't want to date Charles Leclerc, fake or for real, it was a nightmare both ways. A little later that morning she tried to convince her father in her favor, but he was so angry that it was impossible to make his change his mind. Carlos texted her mid-day, while she was on the jet on her way towards Bahrain, asking her what happened and why his PR team told him that he was replaced by Charles. She didn't want Carlos to feel bad or inadequate in the eyes of her father, so she lied and said that she had no idea and that as soon as she had an answer for that, she would tell him. When she made it to Sakhir, she was told to leave her luggage at her room and then go back to the lobby so she could wait for a car there with Nelson. They had to meet with Charles and his team to discuss the details of the arrangement. It was a quiet car ride, Nelson was aware of what she thought of Charles and that the change had not been her decision, so he let her off the hook for a few minutes.
"Welcome, Miss Stroll, please have a seat". Kathy, Charles' PR head of the department greeted her when they made it to the hotel where Ferrari was staying. The room they used for the meeting was a last time arrangement, but it had space and it made her feel better, considering how bad things could get once Charles arrived.
"Thank you". She sat down on the couch and Kathy handed her a glass of water. They didn't have to wait much before Charles walked through the door. If it wasn't for her being completely aware of how much of a prick he was, she was sure that she could fall at his feet over and over again every time she saw him. He was the most handsome man on Earth, she knew that, but he was also aware of that so it posed a problem for her.
"Sorry I'm late, I wanted to shower after the flight". He sat on the bed of the room and looked at Y/N when she scoffed.
"Thank you for that! Now the only thing that stinks in this room is your shitty personality". Charles growled. They spent less than two minutes together, 2 meters apart, and they were already at each other's throats.
"I told you this was not gonna work". He told Kathy. "She's a spoiled little shit and I can't stand her close to me. The feeling is obviously mutual, why force this?".
"Because you're the perfect marketing option and it's our job-". Kathy pointed between her and Nelson. "- to make you both a selling machine. So you'll both make it work or your teams will reduce money from your salaries for breaching your contracts".
"That's not fair. I need my money and this Matagot doesn't give two shits about her contract, her Daddy is a billionaire, you're giving her all the power in the world over me!". Charles complained. He knew that she didn't need the money, she could make his life a living hell without a problem and he would have to take it all like a good boy not to lower his income.
"Suck it up, Peanut. Compensate that small pecker of yours by being the bigger person!". She was enjoying the moment.
"The itinerary is long. Read it, learn it and follow it". Nelson explained to ease up the tension. "Remember to be caring and loving, but do not overdo it. Kiss once in a while, hold hands while you walk together. We'll take care of the interviews and the press. Act the part for Netflix and we'll help you with the conflict for the show-".
"We don't need help with conflict". Charles interrupted.
"We need conflict, not first degree murder, Charles". Kathy sent them a stern look as she let the comment out and both drivers looked at their laps.
"Okay, I got it all. Can I go now?". She wanted nothing more than to get out of there.
That night she texted Carlos, and he told her something interesting: His PR team and his father told him to put some distance with her. They were both surprised, since when did their parents dislike the idea of them being friends? They had been friends their whole lives, close since they remembered. They were like siblings, why couldn't they be friends anymore? They understood the whole PR thing, that she needed to sell and that there was drama that had to occur between her and her fake boyfriend, but why did it all have to happen with Carlos at an arms' length? It was weird and she needed to know. It was hard enough that her father had controlled her whole life, she was already old enough to make her own decision. Why did he care so much about her friends? It wasn't like she was going to date Carlos for real. Carlos had his own questions, he was almost 30, his father was stepping over a line trying to control his life like that, but he respected his old man and he was going to listen, as long as the decision didn't prove to be hurtful for his best friend.
"I'm not kissing you". She said as soon as she met Charles at the lobby of her hotel. They were supposed to show up together for the first day at the paddock. Of course, she wanted to make it difficult for him. "I'm not doing the same stupid shit twice".
"You don't have to do me this time, Matagot". Charles hissed at her. "Plus, it's not like I will enjoy it so shut up and make this easy for everyone".
"I said-". But he cut her off with his lips over hers. As fast as he did it, he pulled away and before she could say anything, he was practically dragging her to his car.
The day went by incredibly slowly, but at some point she became numb to holding hands and kissing with Charles. They would kiss and she would instantly start talking about something racing related, like Lance suggested she do to get rid of the awkwardness. Charles seemed okay with that. What was actually bothering her more was the fact that she spent the whole day without talking to Carlos. Charles noticed her looking for his teammate a few times but decided to ignore the raging fire it started inside his veins. He hated the idea that he had to date her, but he dated more the idea of her dating Carlos. He wasn't surprised when Carlos told him that he was going to date Y/N as a PR stunt, what surprised Charles was that they weren't actually dating for real. He could never understand why the Spaniard would refuse to date a woman like her. Charles found Y/N the most amazing woman, when she was nice, and she was definitely nice to Carlos. The older man explained that he never felt like that about her and it never made sense to Charles, after all, he did feel that way about her when she used to be nice to him. But that was a decade ago, and she had never been nice once to him since that time. Still, he felt pleased that Carlos wasn't a threat. She may have looked around for him, and liked him over Charles, but he didn't reciprocate her feelings, so Charles was safe. He was torn between a need for her to love him and constant reaction of disgust to everything she said.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Peanut? There are no cameras here". She said when he appeared at her room door.
"We need to talk". He made his way inside the room and she sighed, already too tired to complain.
"What do you want to talk about?". He sat on her bed and she went to the couch, not wanting to be near him.
"Do you like Carlos?". He decided that dancing around the question was pointless and she was kind of thankful that he cut to the chase.
"That's none of your business, Charles"
"Well, but we are fake dating, and he's my teammate, so I need to know". Lie, that wasn't the real reason, and she knew, but she let it slide.
"I don't like Carlos that way". She saw the accusatory look on his face and explained further. "We're best friends. Something happened. I don't know what. I think our fathers may have something to do with it. He told me that we can't hang out much for now. It's weird".
"Does this have anything to do with us getting together?". 'Failed act', Freud would say.
"We're not together Charles, we can't stand each other". He could pick up on her tired tone, maybe it was the right time to finally get her out of her shell.
"We used to. I remember that time. We had a great moment". But what he thought was going to be a comment that made her happy, completely backlashes at him.
"A great moment?! That's what it was for you? Just a great time?". She stood up, tears at the corners of her eyes and Charles suddenly felt the need to get up and hold her. He didn't, though. "That's why you just simply walked out and ignored me then? Because I was just another good time for you?"
"What? No, how did you even get there?! I never said that!". Now he was the one in a defensive mood.
"Your actions speak better than your words. You ignored me, after everything we did together, after how vulnerable I was with you. I gave you my virginity and you simply threw me away!". She was fully on crying and Charles just could take it anymore, he got up and pulled her to his body, hugging her as tightly as he could.
"I was embarrassed. I felt like I did it like shit. I was stupid and had zero experience. I came so fast because I liked you so much. I thought I let you down". He wasn't sure if she heard him, his words muffed by her hair and his sobs. "I thought you had not enjoyed that moment as much as I did and it was embarrassing, because I loved every second of it. I wanted to talk to you but your parents kind of scared me off from the house the next morning. It felt like I had done everything wrong. Then we saw each other at the race and you were so cold that I believed I was right. You then said those things... I- I just didn't know what to do".
"I shouldn't have said that. I was hurt and felt humiliated, I was wrong". She was grabbing at him as tightly as he was at her.
"We both were". He kissed her head and they broke apart. "I never stopped thinking about you. I always wondered what we could have been...". He let that linger in the air, the possibility. She took his hand and led him to the bed. Her actions spoke better than her words.
They woke up the next morning to someone pounding on the door. Charles quickly fell asleep again, but Y/N got up to tell the person at the other side to get lost. She was surprised when she found Carlos on the other side. The man didn't even say hi, he walked into the room, pushing her inside with him and slamming the door shut. The noise woke Charles up again, this time he did get up, furious when he noticed that his teammate was grabbing his girlfriend's arms with a python's grip. Carlos looked worried, but it was mixed with a bit of anger and something else Charles couldn't decipher. It wasn't until he spoke up that Carlos actually noticed his presence.
"What the fuck are you doing?!". The monegasque walked towards him, and Carlos noticed the lack of clothing, the black Calvin Klein's hanging from Charles' hips were the only thing keeping him decent.
"You two...". He suddenly smiled. "It was about time. A decade. Never met two people this slow".
"You're on thin ice, mate". Charles said, sternly.
"Then you're not going to like what I'm going to say next". Carlos took a deep breath. "I need us to fake-date, Y/N. I want to pressure my father. I think he's planning on setting me up with someone. But if he thinks we're dating even though he said no, he'll leave me alone". She looked at Charles, he didn't seem happy with the idea, but she also wanted to find out why her father was so against Carlos so suddenly.
"If- IF I do it, do you think we can make it happen sometime when both our parents are there?". Charles looked down at her frowning. "Remember last night, when I told you that I didn't know what happened? I want to find out".
"I don't know, mon Ange". She took his hand and his face relaxed a bit. He used to call her that, when they were younger, it felt right.
"I need to know, something feels off. This is the reason why we are together now. Over ten years of history fixed by one phone call by my father". He let out the breath he was holding, she was right. "Please, everything happens for a reason, Charlie".
"Okay, let's do this".
They had to wait until after the race. Carlos Sr. and Lawrence, Lance and Y/N’s father, were sitting at the hotel restaurant, chatting with frowns on their faces. Carlos and Y/N held hands and walked towards them, Charles following them close behind. He had a part in the plan, and he was ready to execute it perfectly, even if it was harder for him to act mad at Y/N now that they had made up. The older men looked up at their children when the three drivers approached them. To say that they looked horrified would be an understatement. Carlos Sr. seemed about to throw up, while Lawrence was simply shocked. The first part of the plan was done, keeping the element of surprise. Now to phase two: the lie itself. They sat at the table, Carlos in the middle of Charles and Y/N, his hand interlocked with hers resting on the table so their fathers could see them. It took the older men a moment to get the color back to their faces, but when they did, Lawrence went from white to red in a second.
"What the hell is this?". He asked, trying to keep the little cool he had left.
"We're dating, Mr. Stroll. We wanted you both to know". Carlos was the oldest, he took the lead.
"You can't". Carlos Sr. said with his voice rough thanks to the lump in his throat.
"That's not your decision, Dad". Everything was going as expected, but they had to admit that their fathers did look more disturbed than they had foreseen.
"It is. You won't date Carlos, you will date Charles as it was planned by the PR team and I don't want to hear anything else about it". That was Charles’ cue.
"I won't date her if she's in love with my teammate. We can barely stand each other, I won't get stuck into this mess for her". It hurt, but he had to say it like that. The other two didn't budge, and they had to pull out the last resort they had to press their fathers' buttons. Y/N saw their mothers walking to the table, so she took Carlos by the chin and started to get closer to him, ready to kiss him. Before they could make contact, Carlos Sr. was pushing them away.
"You can't do that, don't do that". He was almost losing it.
"Why?". She whispered, her eyes looking into his and a chill ran down her spine.
"You're half-siblings". It was Lawrence who said it. There was a long list of options that Carlos and Y/N had made of what could have happened, being siblings was not on the list.
"What?". Charles was as stunned as them. Lawrence and Carlos Sr. sighed and rested against the backs of the seat. Their wives, paralyzed behind them, were still unnoticed by the rest of the table.
"I had an affair with Lawrence's assistant. Of course your mother didn't know about it". Carlos Jr. had an expression impossible to read as his hand gripped Y/N tightly. "She got pregnant, asked me to leave your mother. I refused. She had the baby, Y/N. But then she got postpartum depression. She killed herself three weeks after giving birth".
"Y/N, you mother had just lost a pregnancy, no one knew, I found you in that house, alone, crying. It was the chance to give your mother a baby after the one she lost". Lawrence continued.
"You had the power and money to make it happen". Charles was officially angry, and it wasn't even his identity on the line. "What did you do with her mother? Where is she buried?".
"She was cremated. I took care of everything. I gave her the best there is". Carlos Sr.'s wife was looking at Lawrence's with pain in her eyes. She knew, all this time she knew that they were raising her husband's offspring and she hid it from her.
"Why did you let us become friends?". It was Carlos Jr.'s time to ask. 
"I wanted to keep in contact with her, watch her grow. You two got along so well, she ended up liking racing too. Everything led to you two in my life". Carlos Sr. let a few tears free. "Ten years ago, we considered letting you know the truth".
"Your mother and I discussed it, but then we saw that Charles was in the house, we kind of got rid of him to talk to you, but then you looked so upset. You got disqualified from the race for fighting with Charles. We understood that you were going through a lot, so we desisted". Lawrence added.
Carlos Jr.'s mother made her presence known and the three drivers took the chance to run away from the situation, knowing that the argument the two couples had was going to be too much to witness. The three ran to Y/N's room, crossing paths with Lance on their way there. Telling Lance that his sister was not his biological sister was one of the worst conversations they had. But they were all victims of so much, they found solace in sharing the tears together. They refused their parents' calls for the night, sending a text explaining that they needed time and that they would reach out when they felt like it. The four of them stayed in the room, chatting and calming themselves down. The irony of it all struck Y/N like a lighting and she couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny, mon Ange?". Charles asked and then kissed the back of her hand.
"If my parents hadn't scared you off that morning, we would have never discovered the truth". She explained, but her brothers didn't follow. "Charles walking out on me that morning is the reason why we fought that day in the race. Because of the fight in the race, we started hating each other. Because of the rivalry, I choose to fake-date Carlos instead of Charles. Because of my choice, Dad made the call and everything else followed".
"So, if you and Charles had made up that day...". Carlos started.
"We would have probably been together today, no need for PR, no need for your fathers to say anything".  Charles finished. All four laughed softly. "I was so sad that things didn't work out back then".
"Everything happens for a reason".
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Okay, this is a LONG ASS STORY, sorry guys for not posting in months, I've been so caught up with work I literally thought I could get fired, but I had some time to edit this one. I hope you liked it. Remember to like, comment, reblog and all those beautiful things you do.
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catofoldstones · 16 days
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The Ashford Theory and my patience running thin
Welcome, welcome my guys, gals and non-binary pals, to another scream into the void that the Ashford theory is, in fact, very jonsa
On to the arguments!
1. The suitor has to have the correct last name, not family, look at Joffrey Baratheon, you stupid jonsa
Hypothesis - the suitor has to have the corresponding name, not family, and because Jon is a Snow he’s out of the running. The other prong is fAegon who is actually a Blackfyre and not Targeryen, who can also be the suitor.
Thesis - Joffrey is the only other suitor to have a different name. Joffrey and Jon have also been set up as foils from the start of AGOT. Joffrey is a bastard masquerading as the rightful king and Jon is the rightful king (thrice crowned) masquerading as a bastard. It makes sense that they are the only two suitors to have the wrong name as this establishes them as inverses in another way. The last suitor being the foil of the horrible first suitor thereby showing character growth, and plot progression and resolution? Count me in.
As for Young Griff being a Blackfyre, here’s a meta or two, maybe even an argument, for him being the real Aegon VI Targaryen but take my personal fav evidences of Tyrion figuring out that Young Griff is Aegon VI Targaryen and then, Varys literally telling a dying Kevan Lannister about the true Targaryen prince and why would you lie to a dying man? How does that serve your purpose?
This is literally grrm telling us who Young Griff actually is, though this does not count him I out of the contenders, it reduces the weight of him being the fifth suitor, due to story arcs and well, his doomed fate.
Conclusion - While Aegon VI is a strong contender, there is much, much more literary weight and nuance with Jon being the Targaryen suitor.
2. Lady Ashford was not crowned the Queen of Love and Beauty by any champion!!! Take that jonsas
Hypothesis - tQoLaB is a title analogous to a betrothal/love interest
Thesis - there have been no allusions to the title of tQoLaB while trying to foreshadow a relationship, except for a really, really bad one (r + l) that plunged the whole realm into a civil war and we should not take that as a good sign
Conclusion - we’re grasping at straws here besties
3. Dunk disrupted the Ashford Tourney, therefore Sxndxr will disrupt Sansa’s prospects and other things
Hypothesis - Dunk & Sxndxr are are analogous and since there was no conclusion to the Tourney we can safely assume that it’s sxnsxn foreshadowing
Thesis - Brienne is the Dunk asoiaf corollary, not Sxndxr. Brienne is theorized to be Dunk’s descendant. She even has her shield painted like Dunk’s, apart from their striking character parallels and being a true foil to all the other knights in the story. Mr. Gravedigger is just tall :/
“Your door reminded me of an old shield I once saw in my father’s armory.”
Brienne II, AFFC
Brienne has Dunk’s shield in her family home possibly because she’s a descendant of Dunk but then goes ahead and gets her shield painted exactly like this one
“[The painted shield] was more a picture than a proper coat of arms, and the sight of it took her back through the long years, to the cool dark of her father’s armory. She remembered how she’d run her fingertips across the cracked and fading paint, over the green leaves of the tree, and along the path of the falling star.”
Brienne II, AFFC
Secondly, just because the tourney did not have a (satisfactory) conclusion does not mean that the tourney did not exist to serve a purpose. I doubt grrm would likely give out his whole story as early as 1998.
Conclusion - BRIENSA 4eva!!!!!
4. Valarr Targaryen died of a sickness and Aegon VI is doomed to die and is connected to a sickness, are you looking at the nerves popping out of my thick, brainy skull
Thesis - the fifth suitor is 100% Aegon and there’s no one else
Hypothesis - there is a Targaryen.. currently dead.. in the books… (thnk u @istumpysk for ur galaxy brain). The plague in the story serves to connects Aegon more to Dany than to a northern girl he doesn’t know about and might not like since she’s a Stark and his mother is Elia Martell.
Conclusion - jonsa
5. This is all a coincidence & u jonsas are reaching as always
Hypothesis - though george is known to tie every deep end, every crack theory, even farfetched ones that the readers have not caught, this one thing completely skipped his notice because exceptions are always there
Thesis - yes, because this is acotar & not asoiaf and he’s not grrm, i am
Conclusion - JONSAAAAAAAAAAAA
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fangirls-other-art · 3 months
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would you please spare one head cannons for each of these guys and gals (possible non-binary pals)
Sure! (And since they’re my OCs, technically every Headcannon is cannon hehehe)
Anastasia falls in love VERY easily, with anyone really (she’s Bi) but no matter what she tries, she just can’t strike a relationship with anyone 😞 still, she doesn’t let that stop her from falling in love. A lot.
Lloyd tries to pass off as a guy who doesn’t care— But he’s a huge nerd that definitely cares lol. Especially about his best friend, Anastasia. And she knows it, no matter how much he tries to hide it.
(I should also add that Lloyd and Anastasia should not be shipped. They feel more like brother and sister than dating (also Lloyd is gay ^^ (very gay… For Henry—)))
Henry/Ed was an experiment Dr. Jekyll did to see if his ‘condition’ would pass on to his kids. (It did) Rather than abandoning Henry/Ed, though, Dr. Jekyll (and Mr. Hyde) decided to raise them as their own ^^ (this is also why Henry/Ed look so much like their father(s), they’re literally made directly from their genes)
Brenda has a third eye, so she can look into the future :D I can’t guarantee that she’ll actually tell you what’s going to happen or not. If someone is going to do something incredibly stupid, she won’t tell them because they need to learn their lesson. If their life is at risk, however, she’s on top of it, trying to warn them.
Joy used to go to a school in Hell, but was since transferred because her mother thought that she could use a different school and that it would be good for her to meet new people. Joy is still pretty bitter about that. But is there a darker truth to the school down in Hell? 🤔
Polly may look all sweet and innocent, but she can be feral if she wants to :)
Evan can only have food with high amounts of sugar. It’s a play on words because in photosynthesis, plants ‘eat’ something called sugar but it’s not actually sugar we use for baking (idk what it actually is and I don’t really feel like looking it up first thing in the morning lol). So Evan can basically have as much cake and donuts as he wants (I’m jealous)
Bo (is non-binary, yes ^^) loves their dads, but can get pretty embarrassed by them. Sand Mann usually does it unintentionally, but Boogey Mann knows how easy Bo is embarrassed hehehe (but he stops when he’s told to by his husband or his kid)
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chloeseyeliner · 1 year
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[attention:general spoilers for the movie Dead Poets Society and the play which is now put on in Greece.]
I was finally able to watch the Dead Poets Society play,the greek version,and...let me just say,I got goosebumps from the acting,the scenery,the direction,the music (shoutout to Μαρίζα Ρίζου,she always eats and leaves no crumbs)...everything was just spectacular,to say the least.
(weren't we in a public space,I would sob my eyes out-I have this inability to cry in front of people,so...haha...)
I have been a part of this fandom for three and a half years and I have had my (unhealthy,lmao-) obession with this movie more than a few times.with thay being said,I just wanted to share some highlights here,apart from the script parts they followed to the letter:
(which I hope it is not "illegal",or anything,lol,it's not my intention at all!but I do believe it is not,for it is not a photograph or a video from the show,so.)
they began the play with mr.Keating (presumably near the end of his life??) reminiscing what he did wrong and right in his life,a trip through his memory of which we saw the part where he was hired to Welton to teach.
the platonic.physical.affection!!!!like,the dead poets were much more physically affectionate with each other,hugs and hair ruffling etc. were there almost in every scene between everyone.
they got rid of the party scene,guys,gals and non-binary pals!!!also,Knox was still kind of annoying (yes,this is just my opinion,I am sorry) but not as creepy as in the movie when it came to Chris-like,he still went to her school and recited the poem to her,but she was much more herself and not as "passive" (I am afraid it is not the right term,but forgive me,it's nearly two a.m. here,lol) in the relationship as in the movie,in the amount they (meaning the people working for the play) were able to do that.still not fanon Knox,but I liked him better,lol-
GINNY DANBURRY,AAAA!they realised our girl's potential!she was even singing when playing Hermia-ethereal,stunning,beautiful,what can I even say about her!still a small part,though,but seeing her as an active character in the story almost brought me to tears (yes,I love Ginny that much,I have even written fanfiction with her as a protagonist which I haven't shared,keep scrolling-).
they got rid of some of the racist stuff-kept the n*wanda (twice mentioned,if I am not mistaken) and the indian symbol of fertility thing,though...
if you thought I would leave Neil and Todd out of this,dear reader of this post,you are fooling yourself.first of all,in the desk set scene they used a Yale mug with the same script,except in the end,Neil turns it into a basketball game with the mug and when Todd scores two points,Neil is loudly cheering for him or something,they both stop at some point for mere seconds and then,out of the blue,Todd falls into Neil's arms and they hug for a little while,Todd saying thank you,Neil and it's so freaking beautiful I almost cried right then and there.
(tw:mr.Perry,mention of physical violence,suicide mention)
also,they were rehearsing for Neil's play in their bedroom,giggling and all that anderperry jazz,and then,all of the sudden,Neil's awful father comes in and slaps Neil for disobeying him and going to the play and it goes how we all know it goes after that...
they switched between Neil's suicide scene and Todd reading his poem in the cave,the others following suit and reading,as well;Charlie(?),Ginny and Todd read last,and Neil looks at Ginny while she is reading and then it's Todd's turn-when he finishes his poem,they sort of lock eyes and Neil goes behind Chris,Ginny and the dead poets and...well.pulls a Neil Perry.
I won't mention the scenes after that.
overall,it was one of the most beautiful and wonderful things I have ever seen.
*it's just so...unfair (a light word is used here,just because) that the greek government wants to degrade artists' university and college degrees to those of secondary school's graduates.
art is what makes us feel alive.
or,like mr.Keating himself said:[...]poetry,beauty,romance,love;these are what we stay alive for.*
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loverrrgirl · 2 years
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KISMET - austin butler x reader - PART 1
Description: you end up sitting next to each other on the plane when you have to fly home for a family emergency. Lucky youuuuu.
Austin Butler x reader
Warnings: it’s all fine for now but will eventually contain smut. Right now there’s mentions of a car accident. Minors run away.
NOTE: be in for the long haul guys/gals/non binary pals. This will probably go on for the rest of my life. Also, I’ve never written a fic before so please feel free to leave me feed back or ideas for the future plot of the story. Whateverrrrrrr. Love u byeeee.
Next part
***ring ring ring***
I grabbed my phone off my nightstand to see who could possibly be calling me in the middle of the night.
Mom??? Why the hell is she calling me at this hour?
"Hey mom. What's up?" I said sleepily. She was crying. Sobbing even. "Mom, slow down. I can't understand what you're saying."
"Dad and Jude were in a car accident. They're both in ICU. We don't know much yet. How soon can you get here?" She said between deep breaths in a desperate attempt to calm herself down. I knew they were heading on their annual father/son camping trip in Yosemite for the week before school started back up.
I lay there. Shocked. I don't even remember what I said to her after that. I don't remember getting off the phone. I just laid there. Frozen. Eventually I walked over to my desk, bringing my blanket with me because there's no cold like being woken up at 3am and having to get out of bed. Just me, my fuzzy socks, underwear, and a huge t shirt I stole out of some frat guy's drawer after he spilled his beer all over me one night. I opened my laptop and had to turn the brightness nearly all the way down. I was wide awake but my eyes were still used to the dark room.
Okay Stella. Just find the quickest flight to LAX. You can do this. The next flight out is in 4 hours. And it's first class but it will have to do. Better start packing. I'll  email my boss from the plane I guess. I can work from anywhere. Hopefully she'll give me a little bit of time off anyways. I doubt it.
I took a shower that was probably slightly too long for the amount of time I had. But I couldn't get myself to move quickly. My thoughts were racing a million miles a minute but my body moved in slow motion. I tried to hold my tears in because I was scared I wouldn't stop crying if I started.
Why didn't I call them yesterday to tell them to have fun and drive safely? What if I never see them again? The last conversation I had with dad was a fight. And now it feels so stupid. I wish I could tell him I'm sorry. Jude only has one year of high school left. He has to be okay. Senior year is so much fun. What if he doesn't get to experience it?
I got out of the shower, blowdried my hair and put some waterproof mascara on. Just in case. I put on my black cross waist leggings, the comfiest beige crop tank top, and a pastel pink and white checkered cardigan. I never travel anywhere without my crocs. Are they acceptable in first class? I wasn't sure. I'd never flown first class but I didn't care today. Crocs it was.
I quickly took the elevator downstairs from the 12th floor. I had moved to New York about 6 months ago for work. My apartment was downtown. Just a studio but the view was incredible. And I even had a balcony. Even though I loved where I lived, leaving home felt so stupid right now. Why did I ever leave?
I tracked down the first cab I could and prayed they could get me to the airport in time. I threw in my headphones and tried to forget that anything was wrong. Maybe the flight would be easier that way.
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thebigshotman · 9 months
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It took a miracle for it to happen, but I finally caught up with everything!! Woo hoo 🥳🥳 Seriously I am so excited that I finally had time and the energy to get to everything. Thank you to everyone for your massive patience. I’d say now I’m here to stay, but with the summer who knows 😅 But hopefully there’s no more month long hiatuses!
Unfortunately I don’t have the time for any other shenanigans, as it is getting late here. But before I go for the night, I present to you something extremely confusing that somewhat involves the funny Big Shot guy that I saw a day or two ago that somehow gave me the energy to come back?? You may or may not see why
Ok, so I’m a fan of the Fate Stay Night series, problems and all. I think the overall concepts and story are really fun and engaging, and that the mobile game (which I play frequently) is very very good, it’s just that…what it chooses to do with those concepts can be…interesting lol. Anyway, on a forum called Beast’s Lair I discovered a Servant-the thing that protagonists in the series summon that are actually famous historical and fiction figures in disguise-creating contest thingie and immediately checked it out from the most recent stuff down.
Now, most people will go for completely original concepts with this thing, with only the FCs being anime references or references to specific characters usually. However, occasionally a figure’s entire personality and skillset is themed around an already existing fictional character that has been molded over them. A good example is someone taking the Norse God Thys, molding him into Columbo, just Columbo, and somehow making it work.
…But then, holy crap I am not making this up. One time a few months back the theme was biblical figures, which is already a touchy subject to make anime characters out of. Some mad lad/cursed dude who probably did not think before posting…made Spamton out of the serpent that tempted Adam and Eve. Just…what??? No disrespect towards the creator of the sheet, but…what????
The justification is this is the form and voice he is taking for “misleading humanity into eternal torment”, so says the sheet, y’know as punishment. And when I take a step back, molding THE serpent that tempted Adam and Eve into a sleazy salesman type is not a bad idea. But why specifically Spamton…? Why not Saul Goodman or someone else? He could be a literal snake oil salesman but nope! Gotta stuff the funny meme man in there.
The best part is NO ONE acknowledged the sheet. Not discussions, not in the voting. It was like it never existed. The contest was happening not even half a year after Chapter 2 came out, too, so it’s not like people wouldn’t recognize the gimmick. People just…thought it was cursed 🤣 And I for one agree lol
So what does this have to do with bringing Spaul back? The moral of the story, guys gals and non binary pals, is that sometimes people’s bad ideas based around a character inspire you to try and do better. No matter how weird my Spamton is at least he’s not that. So! One cursed serpent thing later I am back and am hopefully not going to disappear for a month again.
Anyway on that note 😅 I am signing off for the night! Not sure if I’ll be around tomorrow cause it’s Father’s Day, but we’ll see! Hope you enjoyed story time haha. Have a good night and I’ll see you all soon!
Edit: Someone else also did a thingie for Pinnochio and made Spamton his FC but at least that’s that extent of it
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iris-athena · 1 year
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Hello guys, gals and non-binary pals yes i did just use Rebecca's famous intro lines but it's a great way to introduce all audience and to include all! Hope all you wonderful diamonds are having a great day! Can i call you diamonds?
(You can skip the fun fact if you want) Fun fact: diamonds are hard to break, they are very very expensive, (i like to think that diamonds shine like stars!)
So this is different POV of babtqftim because there are two bendys but one bendy is the bendy with boris cup and the gang looking for pieces while the other bendy is a child in a maison, the parents didn't name bendy after babtqftim!bendy, they just live far away so the chances of getting newspapers about inkwell is very rare. And named their child bendy coincidental. The father lives away far away from the mainson and his family to keep them safe, because he has distanced himself from them he left his husband to be the owner of his mainson, because the father felt guilty.
Here are bendy and H.S
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H.S is supposedly the mother of bendy, but bendys got gay dads 🏳️‍🌈, these two aren't the only characters to my comic, there are more but i haven't drawn them digital, but i have drawn them in pen. Bye, Bye guys , gals and non-binary pals!
(Edit: i forgot H.S halo 🥲)
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transguysrus · 2 years
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hello my night owls, couple of life updates from Ghost, formally known as Caspian.
after falling off the deep end, i basically disappeared. but i promise, i am better now, more so now than ever.
i recently had a baby, a boy, back in September. life adjusting as a father, let alone a trans father has been really difficult. ive never believed id ever have a family of my own, that id never find happiness within myself as well as being loved for who i fully am.
and here we are guys, gals and non binary pals. i unknowingly, took a chance on a cis, never met a trans person ever in person before man and he has taken the time to grow, learn and change along side me.
please, never give up hope. every single one of you deserve to find your definition of true happiness. we are trans, and we are so much more.
take this post and seeing me once again as a sign that this is not forever, that you WILL make it through this dark and scary path.
live loud and proud my friends ❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍
list of internal suicide hotlines. please reach out to someone, anyone. you deserve to see tomorrow.
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phycoish · 2 years
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*plays intense music and walls in from a foggy entrance*
Guys, gal's, non binary pals, I have came back
(unlike my father 😉) I shouldn't joke about that😶
I know I left yall- and we won't talk about that-
Just know I'm back🤪🤪
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weewoobrainrot · 2 years
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me: *rewatching castle after i just finished it*
my dad: are- are you watching castle?
me: yeah?
my dad: but you finished it?
me: and your point?
my dad: oh nothing, don't come crying to me when you get sad over fictional characters again
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unoriginalmess · 3 years
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A Second Mask: Chapter 4
Did that just happen?
Hello guys! It's me. I'm finally writing again. Sorry about the delay. I'm going to explain more at the end of the chapter, but I'm just going to keep the beginning short. So here is chapter 4:
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To say Adrien was concerned would be a huge understatement. He was downright disturbed. Its been weeks and still Marinette hadn't changed back to the happy, peppy, nice girl that he knew. AND SHE WOULDN'T EVEN TALK TO HIM ABOUT IT!
He tried to talk to her for a whole week after her original trasformation, but after the repeated firm rejections, he stopped altogether. He figured that maybe with some space, she might be able to work through whatever she was going through, but at this point, he's losing hope.
When he is feeling this distressed about something, he usually turns to his lady, but she has been acting weird too. Ever since she suggested they start sparring, she's started to show that she is going through kinda a rough time as well. She is the same ladybug when everyone is watching, but when it's just the two of them, she looks sad and tired. She has also started saying some concerning things while they are sparring. She has started talking about how she has started taking being Ladybug and the Guardian more seriously, and how she has less distractions now, which would be a good thing if she didn't say them so sadly.
The good thing is, the sparring has given him a chance to get out his aggression because of the whole Marinette-situation and his anger at his father in a safe environment. He didn't like the idea of hitting Ladybug at first (especially in the face) but with her not holding back on her hits, he felt more comfortable doing the same. It has helped them fight better too. He hopes that whatever Ladybug is going through in her civillian life will work itself out soon, but until then he will be there for her. He just needs to figure out how to be there for Marinette.
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Felix was making good progress with Marinette. After they first asked marinette about (insert fashion question of your choice here, I legit know nothing and I didn't have time to research anything for this chapter), she had started answering their questions on a daily basis. After a couple of days of that, she had started to rant to them about different things in the fashion world that were bothering her, exciting her, or confusing her that particular day. In response to that, they had started to respond to her rants with their own opinions on the subjects and even start their own rants.
It had gotten to the point where Felix would now consider them to be friends, though they know that Marinette would never call them as such, it was fine with them. They know she has trust issues, and they can understand why, so they are fine with being friends in everything but a name.
Felix was looking forward to their daily banter as they waited in their seat for Marinette to arrive. When she did, she was followed by a very pissed-looking Alya. Felix turned to look at her and noticed that she had what looked to be tears forming in her eyes. What they didn't notice was the little black butterfly that had entered through the window in the back of the room, and was making a beeline towards her.
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Marinette walked to school in yet another one of her newest fashion creations: a pair of oversized grey ripped jeans and a navy blue sweatshirt. She was actually really liking her new look, and the comfort that it offered was just an added plus.
She was actually feeling excited to talk to Felix about Gabriel Agreste's newest fashion flop. They were the only person that she had met that actually cared about fashion as much as her. It made her happy to talk to them. It kind of scared her how excited she was. Shouldn't she be distancing herself from everyone? she thought to herself. No. Felix isn't my friend, they aren't close to me, they are just someone I talk fashion with. Like a coworker, yeah. Totally. Felix is just a coworker. ("Liar" says the inner voice in her head)
She was shocked out of her thoughts when she was pulled to the side by someone as she entered the courtyard. Her mind immediately thought of an akuma, when the person spoke.
"Marinette! Girl," Oh it's just Alya. Wait Alya? "How long are you gonna keep up this cry for attention? Are you really THAT jealous of Lila? I know that Adrien likes her, but that doesn't give you the right to act like this! And you are hanging out with Felix, who accused her of sexually harrassing Adrien on their first day here-?" She looked absolutely furious at her, but Marinette had heard enough. She cut Alya off in the middle of her presumably long rant.
"ALYA!" Said girl jumped at both the inturruption and the tone of voice used, "First of all, this isn't a cry for attention, if anything its a cry for leaving me the fuck alone. Second of all, I'm not jealous of Lila. I'm not in love with Adrien anymore, and haven't been for a while. You knew that I was dating Luka right? Why would I care who Adrien likes? Lastly, I am allowed to hang out with whoever I choose, whether you like them or not. It's none of your fucking business Alya, and if you think that I'm just some jealous, attention-seeker why do you even care?" With that last question she stormed off to the classroom, leaving a speechless Alya behind her.
When marinette sat down in her seat, she just kept thinking about how Alya was just talking to her. How could she think that about her? They used to be best friends, and Alya wasn't even concerned about her not talking to her anymore, she was just concerned about her being "jealous of Lila". It made her so furious that she could feel tears trickling down her face. She sees the black butterfly out of the corner of her eye and without hesitation grabs it out of the air.
(Next part is taken from this post by @bigfatbreak)
"Go ahead and akumatize me- See what happens, Hawkmoth!" She screamed the words with a slight madness that the energy of the akuma was giving her, "Every leash has two ends! I just have to pull until I find where you're holding it!"
At this point, the entire class was frozen in place watching her and listening to her crazed-sounding voice threaten an actual terrorist. Marinette felt Hawkmoth's confusion and terror through the bond. What in the- She's sensing me through the Akuma?! The akuma then started to fly away, and when it couldn't it zapped her hand like it was made of lightning and fluttered through the same window it came from. Marinette felt like she had failed yet again and collapsed down on her desk, muttering, "Uuuuggghh. It escaped anyway... What a waste. I didn't realize that Hawkmoth was such a coward. He usually likes grandstand..."
She was startled when her hand was picked up by Felix's, "You likely scared him off by managing to locate him like that... A risky move, I should mention. I would ask that you not attempt that a second time. No one knows what his akuma is truly capable of. You'll want to keep off of this hand for a while, too."
"Oh, are those the doctor's orders? Why, Felix, it almost sounds like you care about meeee." Marinette was all too amused by Felix's concern for her. She also liked to tease them... AS COWORKERS DO.
"I have an investment in your presence. Now don't be cheeky and let's get you to the nurse's office," They said while holding her wrist and gently pulling her in that direction.
Marinette scoffed, "'An investment in my presence'??"
Felix chuckled while still semi-dragging her by the wrist towards the front of the room, being careful not to hurt her injury even worse, "What did I just say about being cheeky?"
On their way out of the door they passed a VERY distressed-looking Adrien. He seemed to be sharing the sentiment with the entire class of: Did that just happen?
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And thats chapter 4. It is VERY LATE! I know. I've been swamped with work, and when I went to write it, I had zero ideas on how to write this chapter. I never ended up getting those ideas. I just went where my writing took me, so if it doesn't really match the characters that's why. I will try to be better at updating regularly, but it probably won't happen. Sorry to everyone with a normal sleep schedule, but this is the time that I write things. Also I didn't have my outline with me while writing this chapter, so it might not have everything I planned to write in it.
I would like to thank you all for all of the support I've been getting on this fic. Despite all of the chapter delays, you guys have stuck with me through all of it, so thank each and every one of you. I love seeing so many people loving this au as much as I do. Without you guys this story wouldn't exist, and I would've stopped writing it after the first chapter.
As always, constructive criticism is always accepted. I love being able to improve my writing whenever possible.
Thank you for reading. Have a nice day/night/whenever you are reading this. See ya next time guys, gals, and non-binary pals.
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tojishugetiddies · 3 years
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Guys, gals, non-binary pals and everyone else, I give you my moth Shigaraki headcanons :)
Moth Shiggy hc's
Sfw
•he is tall! Like he is 9 feet 10 inches
•fluffy boi. Lots of fluff, super soft too, like chinchilla fur soft. He is very proud of his floof.
•Will definitely puff out his chest to attract his mate
•when it's mating season he produces pheromones and it spreads through the air and is mostly from his neck and chest fluff
•has 2 sets of arms and will use them to restrain you if he has to, and he would actually prefer of you to try to fight back. Makes claiming you more fun and he feels more accomplished
•he has separation anxiety. Please don't leave him :(
•when he is happy he chitters, croones, coo's and purrs
•expect to be pampered by him, he only wants the best for his mate (although it's kinda hard cuz he can't go to stores or be in public in general cuz well...he a moth boi)
•cuddles, lots of cuddles
•when you get too cold he will use his wings to shield you from the cold and pull you into his fuzz to warm you up. He wants his mate to be comfortable after all
•you can't leave the nest without him, even if you wanted to. It's like 50 feet above the ground and you are pretty sure you would die trying. So whenever you are good Mothura takes you down to the flow and will watch you. You can't leave the forest tho, he won't allow it
•you can't do Christmas anymore if you celebrate it. You tried to teach him and you both managed to put up the tree, some ornaments and tinsel, then as soon as you plugged in the lights this bitch yeeted himself into the fucking tree. Go figure. So yeah now Christmas is banned for y'all
•if you end up having kids at first he will be jealous of them. His kids are hogging his sweet little mate all to themselves!
•but after awhile he becomes a soft but loving father, making sure there's enough blankets for the babies and group cuddles with him chirping and humming happily
•but you have to get past the pregnancy first. When he sees you all swollen with his kids he is super overprotective and handles you like you had the word 'fragile' written on your forehead. Lots of cuddles and hugs, gets you what you need, and always makes sure you are happy and healthy :)
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•VERY long tongue. Like he can choke you with it becuase it can go down your throat pretty far kinda long. Needless to say he is a god at eating your pussy
•interestingly enough, it seems that he has a regular human penis...that is about 11 inches. Good luck when mating season comes
•speaking of mating season, when it arrives he will produce pheromones and be more dominant and aggressive. His need to mate and breed you is overwhelming to the point of almost painful, so let him have some coochie yeah? Don't make him suffer :(
•when it's not mating season however he is a soft sweetheart. Will gladly let you top him, he loves when you are on him and he sees your tits swaying due to the force you are riding him, he can't help but suckle and nip them while crooning happily
•is also a soft dom when mating season is over. When it's just beginning tho, hard dom. He will get his way one way or another
•this moth man has A LOT of juice in him. Can you blame him tho? His kind find one mate for life.
•can tell when you are fertile by your scent. Yes, he can sniff the air and be like "ah yes, coochie is ready for breeding good."
•will eat you out for hours on end. He loves how sweet your pussy juices are and can't get enough, so be ready to be overstimulated
•if you do end up pregnart when you first start lactating he clamps on to your tiddies with his mouth so fast it's like he fucking teleported
•He also becomes hornier when he sees you all big and round, knowing he was the one who caused it makes his heart flutter inside
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wrenhyperfixates · 2 years
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NEW SERIES COMING SOON!!!!
Fractured—Arc 1
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Summary: Everyone has a purpose in life, and for so long, you were sure yours was to help your father’s plan come to fruition. But when the coup is set in motion, you find yourself falling for the prince you’re meant trick. Now, no matter what you feel for Loki, you must follow the path that’s been set for you your whole life: overthrow the king so your father can take his place. All for the good of Asgard.
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Hello guys, gals, and non-binary pals! I’m so excited to share my latest wip with you! The summary above is for the first of Fractured’s five arcs. Each arc will be (somewhat loosely) based on a fairytale. And not the Disniey-fied versions, the real ones… which means some parts will get rather dark. Rest assured, they will be tagged appropriately, as well as written up in the warnings section.
For Arc 1: The Stroke of Midnight, as you've most likely guessed, the inspiration comes from Cinderella. It will start posting Friday November 19th 12:30pm EST. If you’re on the permanent tag list, no need to ask again, you’ll be tagged! If you’re someone who would like be tagged exclusively in this series, send me a message/ask or reply to this post letting me know. When you ask, please specify if you’d like to be on the Permanent (all loki) or Fractured tag list.
Keep reading for a sneak peek! (permanent tag list also under the cut)
“Why me, daddy?” you’d asked in your pouty toddler voice, dressed in servant garb for the first time.
Your mother had died just under a year ago, and your father had deemed your training sufficient for you to begin.
“Because, my child. Not many know of you. I could not possibly send Eirik or Ulla; they are too well known about the palace. Besides, your own mother was a servant once, before I whisked her into the court.” Your father had set his large, warm hands on your shoulders, and for just a second, you felt loved. “You do not want to disappoint me, do you?”
“…No. But-”
“But it would make your mother proud. And you do not want to disappoint her either, do you?”
“No,” you replied a little quicker this time. “I’m sorry, father.”
“Do not worry, child. From now on you are the most useful weapon in my arsenal. My little spy.”
You’d nodded, holding in your tears. You knew the headache you’d suffer from doing so was more bearable than facing the ridicule and scolding for letting them flow.
Snapping back to the present, you shook the memory off. Your father was concluding the meeting. “For a better future; for a new Asgard!”
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samsspambox · 2 years
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artem wing and his love languages
a 1k rant/analysis about artem wing and his affinity to make people food as a sign of affection by someone who is an artem simp
i know that we have this whole ass notion that senior attorney sir artem wing is emotionally constipated and to a degree i agree. the thing is that artem just doesn't have a chance to show how he cares for people. artem wants to be your typical physical touch/words of affirmation type of guy when in reality he's an acts of service/quality time type of guy. this motherfucker typed his own love language wrong. or rather, he wants to receive physical touch/words of affirmation and the only way he thinks he can get that is by doing it himself while also giving people acts of service/quality time bc that’s what comes naturally to him.
senior attorney artem wing likes to cook for rosa. that much is a given. there are literally cards dedicated to this premise. but there's this little tidbit in his sparks sr that kinda makes me think that him making food for others was his go-to plan from the beginning. when he's manning the grill he tells rosa to pass out the skewers bc no one was gonna come up to him. sure its sad and we know that it kinda weighs on him. why? bc that man wants someone to praise him for his cooking skills to his face (affirmation), or to hand them off himself (acts of service). and it's not like he doesn't take the time to learn what other people want either! or what they need!
like after they come back from the company retreat, we see artem genuinely giving advice and pointers to his employees. honestly, he could have left it to rosa to relay his own comments, but no, he does it himself. sure that may be because he's a perfectionist but also bc he genuinely cares about his team members and wants people to strive to be their best selves. the act here is giving advice and making sure to spend time with them individually.
then there's his sotn card. honestly the whole sotn portion with artem. he listens to rosa when they give the story about their parents and the pumpkin pie. he then makes the pumpkin pie and goes with rosa to the theme park. he gives her a keychain he commissioned! (that's veering into gift-giving but he did give up his time to practice drawing the mf pumpkin) when both of them were investigating medilla's apartment, he literally gives them his scarf bc he doesn't want them to get cold. idk about y'all but if that's not acts of service idk what is.
then there are his other ssr cards! in loving memories, the fucking preview of the card is 'every day with loved ones is a day worth remembering like ffs if that's not quality time i will eat my god damn sneakers. he spends time with rosa (albeit mildly forced, like come on this man wants to spend all his time with rosa) in a haunted house. his small tragic backstory shows that he was excited to spend the time in the haunted house with his mentor before they got called away. it wasn't the act of going to an amusement park, but spending that time with his pseudo father figure that had him excited. his lost gold card too! 'anywhere you want to go i will accompany you' headass like sir!! like okay, i'm the type of person to only fall asleep around people when i'm hella comfortable with them. i'm assuming that that's what happened with artem when he fell asleep. it still kinda counts as quality time imo bc of the fact that he's spending it with someone he genuinely cares about.
ok but why the hell would he type his love language wrong in the first place? because of the media he consumes and his people-pleasing tendencies my guys/gals/non-binary pals/and in-betweeners! a lot of modern-day media use words of affirmation as the most common way to show love to someone. what does artem do? he tries to express his sentiments using words of affirmation even though we've already established that it's genuinely easier for him to do acts of service. in some sci-fi novels and movies, physical touch is used much more often bc of the way it humanizes characters. ok let's do a simple one: wall-e. yes laugh it up all ay want but wall-e is a perfect example and honestly the first sci-fi movie that came to mind LMAO. anyway the whole just of wall-e is that wall-e wants to hold eve's hand. that's it. like okay obviously there's more but at the same time, the hand holding bit is very prominent in the movie so yeah. physical touch humanizes people. and we KNOW that sir artem wing likes to get advice from the media. there's the whole ass part of artem watching a drama so that he could know what to do. sure, it could also be his emotional constipation that makes him consume this type of media but then there's the book. so, seeing that his media consumption emphasizes these two, it's no wonder that he mistyped his own love language!
the book is another thing i want to get into. i wanna know how old it is and/or if there's a self-assessment. i also wanna know its contents. i know that artem skipped over the psychology side but honestly, hE SHOULD HAVE READ IT!!! this way he would have noticed that he was forcing out the wrong thing in him!!
i think this is the big thing about him being 'a robot'. a robot has clunky moves when it is doing something that it was not designed for.  i'm not saying that he should limit himself to this or that he doesn't have other types of love languages, absolutely not, bc technically everyone has all of them. it's just a matter of what he prioritizes first. what i am saying is that he should re-evaluate what he is giving and what he hopes to receive. the end.
watch his 1% fail rate be because he failed to identify his own love language LOL
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blurrycow · 2 years
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ayyy guys gals and non-binary pals
insert name because I didn’t think this through
warnings: death mentions, cursing, blood, vivid gore, (blood), etc
Kit and Ty raise Raziel to bring Livvy back to life instead of doing necromancy.
so… I didn’t think this through. unfinished ill finish it later ahahaha
EDIT: totally may have channeled my inner Five to AJ Caramichael in here ahaha see if you can spot it ;)
for @sandersgrey
Kit and Ty both stare at each other for a second, in silence. The wind is whistling, high and clear like spirits through reeds, and the black sky glitters with stars.
Suddenly, Ty snaps his fingers, loud and sharp in the quiet of the night on the roof. “I’ve got it.”
Kit startles at the sound. “Yeah?”
“We can have Raziel raise Livvy.”
This is not what Kit had been expecting for his night. “What?”
Ty is getting excited, and his hands flutter like butterflies. “Like Clary did with Jace, you know? We can summon him. He can bring Livvy back.” Kit notices that he carefully avoids saying my sister, as though he’s trying to detach himself from the word. To avoid less hurt, maybe?
Kit thinks about this. No necromancy would probably be best, but he does agree that having an angel summon Livvy would be better than having him and Ty summon her back. It’s not necromancy if an angel does it, right?
Besides, even if he says no, Ty would probably do the ritual anyway. He’s only there for… why is he there?
Ty seems to be growing steadily less confident in the silence, and he is starting to look wary, and Kit would like nothing more than to take that look off his face. “Okay.”
He blinks. “Okay?”
“Okay. I’ll do it. I’ll help you summon Raziel.”
Ty’s face breaks out into a blinding beam. “Okay.”
Kit doesn’t want to disappoint Ty, so he smiles with a grin that doesn’t quite match his eyes.
The wind has gotten a little bit colder, just that slight chill that edges your bones and makes you want to wrap yourself with a blanket, so Kit stands and offers a hand to Ty, who accepts it and hauls himself up. From the roof, they can see the moon’s reflection on the ocean. It’s beautiful.
“What do we need to raise Raziel?” Kit asks, and he’s genuinely curious. His dad’s summoned a lot of things, demons and such, but never an angel. To be honest, his dad wasn’t exactly an angel either. The farther he gets from that house and those memories, the more he’s starting to realize that the world as he knew it was not the world everyone else had. He doesn’t know any other kids who’d been locked in their basements their whole lives.
Ty looks thoughtful, pondering. “I’m not sure, but I’m sure we can find out.”
“The library,” Kit concludes, and Ty nods.
Inside is warm and bright. Kit has no idea why, but the Los Angeles institute had just automatically felt homier than any place he’d been to. Any place he’d been allowed to go.
Mark and Cristina and Emma are in the kitchen, talking with loud voices. They stop when they come in.
“Hey guys,” says Emma, sipping a questionable liquid in a martini glass. It could just be water, because Emma’s like that, but it could also be something else. Also because Emma’s like that. “Where are you two going?”
Kit opens his mouth, an instinctual lie posed on his lips, but before he can speak, Ty says, “just to the library. Come on, Watson,” and he grabs Kit’s arm and drags him away.
The library is quiet.
Kit likes the quiet. He likes the bustle of cities and streets too, but there’s something content and peaceful about the book-packed walls.
Ty walks over to a wall on the left and pulls out a brown leather-bound book.
The title reads The Shadowhunter Codex. Kit says, “I’ve seen that book before.”
Ty smiles. “I’d hope so. It’s the first book every Shadowhunter reads. It’s got all the history in here.”
“All the stories are true,” Kit says, nodding sagely. His father has said that to him many times, on his good days. Ty has moved on, though, opening the book to a seemingly random page and scanning the pages with a featherlight eye.
Kit doesn’t know what to do with that, so he stands awkwardly to the side, hands in his pockets. There’s a gum wrapper in there. A few pennies. He rubs his thumb against the cool surface of the penny until Ty says, “Okay, I got it.”
Kit waits.
“So, you remember how Clary told Raziel about Valentine? And he killed him?”
Kit doesn’t remember, but he nods.
“Well, no one actually knows what happened that day,” says Ty excitedly, hands fluttering like birds released into the wind.
There’s going to be an except, Kit can tell. “Except?”
“Except Simon and Clary and Magnus and Alec.”
He can remember exactly 0.02 of those names. “Who?”
Ty doesn’t seem mad or frustrated. “Simon and Clary and Magnus and Alec.”
Well, Kit knows that, but he doesn’t know who they are.
Does no one tell him anything?
“You’re going to have to ask Clary,” Ty says. Kit shakes out of his stupor. “Huh?”
“Ask Clary. About how she raised Raziel.”
“I’m not sure how she did that.”
Ty sighs. “That’s why we’re asking her, Kit.”
“Sorry.” Kit’s mind is jumpy, bouncing off the walls. It’s like he can’t concentrate on anything. He can clock into the wind rustling gently outside, the maniac silver glint in Ty’s eye, the super loud ticking of the clock, but he can’t seem to concentrate on what Ty is saying.
“So, this book does have a little bit of information,” Ty reports, flipping through the worn yellow pages. “Although Clary might have to fill in the blanks, because I get the feeling that there’s more.”
“Sherlock doesn’t operate on feelings,” Kit says.
“You watched the BBC Sherlock, so I’m not going to listen to you,” Ty notes.
“Hey, BBC Sherlock told me enough.”
“The book was better.”
“I won’t argue, but I haven’t read it, so I can’t vouch for that,” Kit smiles.
Ty smiles back, and Kit is almost blinded by his beauty.
~~~
Kit and Ty are disappointed to find that Clary knows nothing of how to raise an angel. She tells them that ‘it was a surreal experience’ and there was a lot of ‘golden light and flames’ but there’s not much that she tells them that would be able to help them actually raise the angel.
Kit concurs that they should go for answers at the Shadow Market. He knows a friend there.
~~~
The Shadow Market is the same as always- the smell of sage fills the air, and smoke, and blood, and it’s so familiar and bittersweet that it physically pains Kit to look around. There are the vamps on the left, with their blood vials and subjugates, and the wolves on the right, selling slabs of raw meat, and the fae towards the back, selling everything but iron, and the warlocks, sprinkled throughout the market, stands set up almost in shadows.
“This way,” Kit says, lightly tapping Ty’s shoulder to alert him of his presence. Ty’s fingers find his, holding fast. Kit’s heart gives a startled jolt.
“Oh, sorry, did you not want-”
“No, you’re fine,” Kit says quickly. “I was just startled, that’s all.”
Ty’s hand is warm and dry, and suddenly Kit is worried that his hands are too moist. Is he sweating? Do normal people worry about their hands being moist? Is he counting himself as a normal person?
What is he doing?
Normal people probably don’t overthink this much, Kit muses.
“Rook.”
Kit’s head whips around. He knows that voice, that creepy, slimy voice.
Barnabas Hale.
“What are you doing here, little Rook?” says Barnabas. “I thought I told you to get lost in London.”
“You did,” Kit says, heart pounding.Ty flinches and Kit pulls back, realizing that he’s probably been squeezing his hand too hard.
Barnabas steps closer, so that Kit can see the pearly pale scales dotting his face and skin, like some cruel snake. “I told you to get lost.”
Kit shrugs, struggling to keep a straight face and not run away screaming in terror. “And I did. You didn’t specify the fact that I couldn’t come back.”
Hale’s tongue makes an appearance, and then flicks back into his mouth. “I thought it was… implied. You know what happens now, Rook.”
“You’re starting to sound like the Duolingo Owl,” Kit snaps. Ty nervously touches his shoulder, but Kit is on a roll. “We’re not gonna murder all your precious employees, alright? This is my home, too, this is my family, and you kicked me out. You turned my family against me. Thanks to you, Hale, I’ll never belong anywhere.”
Kit is in Hale’s face right now, and the warlock’s eyes are wide but not as scared as Kit would have liked. Sigh. Try as he might, he’ll never be as intimidating as Robert Pattinson’s The Batman. That’s next level intimidation, anyway.
To his surprise, Barnabas laughs. Kit steps back, startled.
“Alright, little Rook,” he says, grinning coyly. “Go get your ingredients. Just this one time. I’ll give you time to say goodbye to your friends, or family, as you put it.”
Kit and Ty make to leave.
“And don’t come back,” Hale shouts.
The shadows are enveloping.
~~~
“That was the worst,” said Kit, after they were out of Barnabas’s earshot. “I’m never sharing my feelings ever again.”
He looks up. Ty is studying him closely, grey eyes milky and cool and comforting. Kit turns away, heat rising in his cheeks.
“Anyway, here’s Scarlet,” he says, desperately changing the subject, pointing to a red warlock booth shrouded in mist and moonlight. “She specializes in most bloods, and we can find the faerie blood we need to raise Raziel here.”
Scarlet is a tall warlock with long black hair that falls to her feet in cresting waves, like an inky waterfall, spilling over her toes. That’s her warlock mark, the ink-like hair, the red eyes.
“We’re raising an angel,” Ty tells her. “We need fae blood.”
“Which angel, hon?” Scarlet asks, long maroon nails tapping on the booth’s table.
“Raziel.”
Scarlet’s eyes widen. Ty glances at Kit, seeming to realize his mistake. Kit rushes to cover up, “That’s a joke. We’re raising Ithuriel.”
“Ha, so funny,” Scarlet says, with no humor in her voice. “You never told me, why’re you here, Rooky boy? I thought Vex and Hale threw you out weeks ago. I must be honest, I didn’t think you’d be back. I owe Hyacinth money now.”
Kit is silent. Scarlet’s nails clickety clack as she digs through drawers and shelves.
“He’s helping me,” Ty says, and Kit’s head snaps up. “I- I lost my sister, and I want to bring her back.”
Painfully honest like always. Kit shrugs internally. Scarlet’s sympathetic.
She surprises him when she ceases her rustling amongst the shelves and looks, really looks at Ty, blood red eyes serious. “Shadow boy, I don’t know what you’re going to do, but if you bring your sister back, it can destroy the universe.”
Kit holds his hand out, emotions warring in his chest. “The blood, Scarlet.”
She hands it to him, the carnelian liquid sloshing inside the crystallized glass. “Don’t make me regret this, Rookie.”
“Thanks,” he says.
“How do you know her?” Ty asks, as they walk away.
“I told you, this is my home,” Kit says, feeling strangely detached. “I know everyone here.”
***
“Okay,” Ty says, nose snugly tucked in The Shadowhunter Codex. “Draw the circle.”
“Is this really necessary?” Kit complains, stele in hand. “I don’t think this is actually how you summon an angel.”
“You wouldn’t know, though,” says Ty, looking up. He’s not being rude, just blunt, just honest. Kit’s found out, in the few weeks he’s known him, that Ty carefully crafts his words like a chocolatier on the back of a Lindor bag, honesty pooling from the seams of his mind and out of his mouth in a steady stream.
Still, Kit feels insulted that Ty is right. “Maybe this isn’t the best idea…”
Ty sits up. “Are you going to leave?”
His grey eyes look silver. They drill holes into Kit’s face. Kit swallows his protests. “No, I’m not.”
“Are you sure?”
No. “I’m sure.”
“Then draw the circle, Watson.”
Kit looks at the stele. It’s simple, wand shaped. It reminds him of the Harry Potter one he had when he was younger. But this one isn’t wood, it’s made of clear adamas, and is painted ivory white, carved with curling vines and colored with gold runes. He traces the stele in a large circle around the clearing. The wand leaves no visible marks, but Ty seems satisfied.
“How do we do this?” Kit asks, walking back over to Ty, who is still under the tree, still reading. His black hair waves in the wind like dark seagrass. “Do the oogie boogie and chant ooga chaka until Raziel flies from the magic hula hoop?”
Ty looks up and says, “Kit, no.”
Kit feels like those two words are the story of his life. “Kit, yes.”
“We are going to be chanting, but not ooga chaka.”
“What’s the fun in that?”
“Latin,” says Ty. “Latin is fun.”
“I can say from personal experience, Latin is not fun.” Kit’s mind flashes back to the nightmare of sixth grade and all the homework and Fs that came with it.
“It is to me,” Ty says, and his mesmerizing silvery eyes flick back down to the book. Kit feels like he could stare at them for forever and never get sick of it. There must be something wrong with me, Kit thinks. To think that just a pair of eyes could send him spiraling into depths unknown.
Still, the prospect that the two of them could be standing in front of the most important angel in Shadowhunter and Downworlder lore in less than an hour still scares Kit.
“It’ll be fine,” Ty says, in his sweet, simplistic way. “Raziel can bring Livvy back, and then everyone will be happy again.”
Kit’s not exactly sure how that’s going to happen. His stomach does the swoopy anxious thing again.
Ty places the ingredients around the circle, evenly spaced. “Here,” he says, placing the vial of fae blood in Kit’s hands. “Just put that on the other end.”
Kit does as he’s told.
Suddenly, the wind is knocked out from under his feet as his foot catches on a root, slamming him to the ground. Ouch. Kit watches in horror as the vial of faerie blood sails out of his hands, almost as if he’s watching in slow motion. If this was a movie, he would have laughed.
He’s not laughing now.
The vial, the last ingredient they needed to raise the heavenly angel, crashes into a rock and explodes.
Kit sits back on his haunches.
At least this gives him an excuse to not have to raise Livvy from the dead. He really doesn’t want to have to see the look on Ty’s face, but he knows in his heart that summoning her would have been so bad. Necromancy isn’t good, even if an angel does it.
“Kit?” Ty asks, coming over. Kit registers the exact moment when he realizes.
“Did you break it?”
There is no use in a pointless denial. “Accidentally.”
“Nothing’s an accident, Kit,” Ty says.
“Everything’s an accident,” Kit says indignantly. His head is starting to pound.
“Is it because you don’t want to do this?” Ty asks, agitated, running his hands through his black hair. “I can do it without you, I can, but I want you here. With me.”
“I do,” Kit says, head screaming. He must have bumped it when he fell.
“You’re bleeding,” Ty says, reaching up a pale hand to brush the hair away from Kit’s face.
Kit, startled, doesn’t move. Doesn’t move away from the touch, only leans in, because he’s been starved for contact for so long.
The blood drops from his forehead to the grass, turning it shades of maroon.
Kit and Ty watch, wide eyed, as the grass inside the circle ignites into white fire.
•••
Raziel gazes down at them, white eyes gleaming and bare. “Who has dared summoned me?”
There’s nothing Kit can think but shit.
“What does this mean?” Ty asks, face devoid of color.
Raziel turns his humongous head to face him.
“Herondale. Where is your faerie?”
Um. What?
Ty looks as confused as he does.
“Your faerie,” says Raziel, and Kit doesn’t know if angels can sound exasperated, but he certainly does. “The fair folk you sacrificed to raise me.”
They didn’t sacrifice anyone. Kit had tripped, and bumped his head, and…
Oh.
Faerie blood…
Ummm.
Ty seems to have reached the same conclusion that he has. “But Kit’s not a faerie,” he rushes to say. “He’s a shadowhunter. Like me.”
“You have living proof that faerie and shadowhunter blood can coexist in your family,” Raziel booms. Right. Mark and Helen. This does not reassure Kit.
Ty, too, does not look reassured. Kit’ll be honest, it’s not a very reassuring topic.
“Can you raise Livvy?” Kit asks, ignoring Raziel’s previous question.
“Who is this Livvy,” he thunders.
“My sister,” Ty says, giving Kit a look like I’ll take it from here. “Annabel Blackthorn mur- killed her during the trial.”
Raziel looks almost sympathetic. “Murdered by her own kin?”
Ty swallows. “Yes.”
Raziel peers down at them some more. Kit wonders if his neck hurts from looking down. But he’s an angel, so he probably doesn’t feel it. “Unfortunately, I cannot.”
What?
“But you’re an angel,” says Ty, face very still. “You can do anything.”
“But some things are not meant to be done,” Raziel says sadly.
“You raised Jace, you brought him back,” Ty says, and Kit feels a rush of sympathy, because he can predict what the angel is going to say next.
“That was different,” he says, voice unchanging but abashed nonetheless. “Clary had done me a favor. I was only granting her one in return. Her wish was that Jace be returned to the land of the living.”
“Then we’ll do you a favor,” Ty says, quiet but firm, eyes blazing. “We can do it.”
Raziel hesitates. It’s weird because Kit thinks that he wouldn’t really feel anything if he was an angel. But then, he’s not an angel, so whatever. “Alright.”
“Tell us what you need us to do,” Kit says, unwaveringly. Anything for Ty.
Raziel lifts his head and stares off into the horizon. “The Riders of Mannan are hunting someone- I cannot tell who. I would like it if you could figure out who. My eyes reach unmeasurable sights, but I am bothered by this thing I cannot see.”
“We will,” says Ty. “We’ll do it.” Kit hears his unspoken vow- for Livvy. My sister.
~~~
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okarawrites · 3 years
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Can I get both a SFW and NSFW alphabet for Future Trunks???
Thank you for aiding my obsession.
Of course! Here is the SFW and i'll get working on the nsfw one asap!
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
He isn't the most touchy person in public, but he also isn't afraid to wrap his arms around you when you two are alone. He tends to just go with what you're comfortable with.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
He's loyal AF! He will defend you to the end. The friendship would probably start after you help him out in a fight or help him to gather supplies.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He loves to hold your head under his chin. The man has spent his whole life in fear of losing those he loves to you bet he's going to hold you like you're the most precious thing on earth.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
This man doesn't have enough time for cooking and cleaning. It's a daily fight for survival so settling down isn't something he plans, but he hopes that it could happen one day.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
He'd be as kind as possible. He'd feel awful about it, but he would let you down gently.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Again, his worlds in a bit of a rut. But he dreams of a rebuild society were he could make an honest guy/gal/non-binary pal out of you.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He's gentle at heart, but he's had to harden over the years. But in the right setting he will show his gentle nature.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He loves a hug, but as said before isn't much into pda's. Though he will always offer a hug to those who need it.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
It takes him a while. He's scared of getting attached to people as he's already lost so much. So he'll try and convince himself that he isn't in love for a long time.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He hates to admit it, but he often feels a pang of jealousy. I think he definitely felt it a bit when he travelled to the past. To see a version of himself who had both his mother and father definitely stirred some unwanted emotions.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
They're passionate. Every kiss is like the last. He takes nothing for granted so he'll be intense and take your breath away.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He's great with kids! They love him and his friendly and protective way. He always seems to soothe them.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He's an early riser so he's normally up before you, but he'll always give you a kiss before he head out.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
He's usually very tired at the end of the day, so expect a lot of laying together talking about your hopes and dreams.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
He'll reveal things slowly. Not necessarily because he's secretive, but he want to know about you more than anything.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He's quite patient and understanding. Only really angry if someone hurts someone he loves.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He remembers every detail about you and will often surprise you by referencing little details you once said.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Any time when he can make you smile.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Extremely protective! He will lay down his life for you.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He doesn't have access to a lot, but he will always be thoughtful and try his best.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He gets in his own head a lot. End up blaming himself for things that he couldn't have prevented.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He's not overly concerned, but definitely knows what works on him. The man was raised by Bulma after all!
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Yes, you're one of the few people he still has. He couldn't risk losing you.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He has a major sweet tooth and gets super excited when he finds any canned fruit, though he will always make sure you have some too.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
He absolutely hates recklessness. It stresses him tf out!
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
He's a very light sleeper so wakes in the night often
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