#*characteraesthetic

[reputayswift]

"We shall wed her to MOROZKO, the lord of winter. Can any maiden ask for a finer or richer bridegroom? Why, he is master of the white snow, the black firs, and the silver frost! [...] Some say he is naught but a cold, crackling breeze whispering among the firs. Others say he is an old man in a sledge, with bright eyes and cold hands. Others say he is like a warrior in his prime, but robed all in white, with weapons of ice. No one knows." The cold man—the frost-demon—stood in the center of the room, and at least she could look at him. His dark, unruly hair hung to his shoulders. The sardonic face might have belonged to a youth of twenty or a warrior of fifty. Unlike every other man Vasya had ever seen, he was clean-shaven—perhaps that was what gave his face the odd note of youthfulness. Certainly his eyes were old. When she looked into them, she thought, I did not know anything could be that old and live. (x,x)

[dannyarts01]

Dark elegance meets mischievous charm 💀✨ Who's your favorite? 🖤🔥 #SinisterStyle"

[jaegarongalreos]

The War of Houses is the enticing prologue of the events that changed the world of Sleacirion. Written in Jaegaron Galreos's own hand, read of Undon Mathrim, and the Court of Amendment, and of the failure of heroes and vilains alike - for the Contract binds all. And even a God loses hope. Read now: 📖- https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/107318/the-war-of-houses

[lyrinami]

Kismetwish

[danniswrites]

Universe: Adia's World - Part 3 Areon (on Wattpad)

 https://www.wattpad.com/1485283671-universe-adia%27s-world-part-3-areon?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=DannisWrites 

 Welcome to Areon, the world you didn't see much of in Adia, Scientist. This is a guide to the people and Adia's world beyond the walls of her team's lab in Alternative Fuels, part of the Eicken Project.

[weekendlusting]

A TALE OF FAME

pairing ꪆৎ charles leclerc x ahaana patel ᥫ᭡. f1 driver x bollywood actress au

chapter ꪆৎ 1

summary ꪆৎ she's everything, and he just drives.

note ꪆৎ no hate to any characters used in the story, none of what i write reflects on how they actually are. all my love, happy reading.

characteraesthetics | socials&intro | one | two | three | four | five | six |

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Ahaana Patel was an enigma wrapped in stardom. She’d emerged onto the Bollywood scene with a debut that was nothing short of explosive, pro shaking up the industry and catapulting herself into the hearts of millions. She featured in a movie of one of the most celebrated Indian directors, Karan Johar, alongside her costars Varun Dhawan and Sidharth Malhotra, and hasn't looked back since. It was a journey no one, least of all her academically fixated parents in Ahmedabad, could have foreseen. From their meticulously structured plans of engineering degrees and Ivy League aspirations to the glitzy chaos of movie premieres and magazine covers, her story was the epitome of unpredictability.

Now, twelve years later, Ahaana strode confidently through the paddock of the Chinese Formula One Grand Prix. Her steps were light, but her presence was impossible to ignore. The roar of engines, the sharp tang of gasoline, and the relentless buzz of the crowd enveloped her in a world she had come to know well over the years.

Dressed in attire that matched the casual coolness of the paddock air, a fitted white top and denim skirt. Her hair, perfectly styled despite the chaos of travel, swayed gently as she moved, her signature smile lighting up the faces of everyone she passed.

The first race of the 2024 season was underway, and the paddock was a symphony of excitement. Engineers tinkered with machines that cost more than most people earned in a lifetime, journalists scrambled for the perfect soundbite, and VIP guests mingled in their designer ensembles, trying to look like they belonged. Ahaana, however, didn’t need to try—she was a natural here.

“Ahi!”

The familiar Dutch accent cut through the cacophony, and Ahaana turned, her eyes narrowing playfully as Max Verstappen approached. Helmet in hand, the reigning world champion exuded confidence. His movements were deliberate, his gaze sharp, but the moment he saw Ahaana, his expression softened ever so slightly.

“Max,” she greeted, her voice laced with mock seriousness. “Are you ready to win, or should I start drafting my consolation speech now?”

Max rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Your faith in me is touching. Truly inspiring. Maybe you should stick to Bollywood instead of doubting world champions.”

“And miss this circus?” Ahaana gestured grandly at the bustling paddock around them. “Not a chance.”

Their bond was one of playful banter and unspoken trust, forged in the early days of her association with Red Bull. At first, their interactions had been fraught with the awkwardness of two young professionals forced into photoshoots and promotional events. But as time passed, they found common ground in their shared struggles—both carried the weight of their fathers’ expectations and both were determined to carve their own paths. What began as reluctant camaraderie soon blossomed into a sibling-like relationship. Max truly saw Ahaana as a little sister, and always would.

“Where’s Kelly?” Ahaana asked, scanning the crowd for Max’s girlfriend.

“She’s around,” Max replied, shrugging. “Probably hunting you down.”

As if on cue, Kelly Piquet appeared, her presence as radiant as ever. Spotting Ahaana, she broke into a wide grin and pulled her into a warm hug. “Ahaana! I didn’t know you were coming today. Otherwise, I’d have brought P—she misses you.”

Ahaana beamed. “I miss her too. We’re calling her as soon as these boys get in their tractors.”

“Tractors?” Max echoed, feigning offense. Ahaana gave him a look that baited him to argue with her on that. Thinking better of it, Max just shrugged. Another familiar voice joined the fray.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Red Bull’s golden girl.”

Ahaana turned to see Lando Norris, the ever-charming McLaren driver, strolling toward them. His grin was as cheeky as ever, his orange, oh sorry papaya, jacket standing out starkly against the sea of Red Bull merch.

“Lando,” Ahaana greeted with mock disdain. “Lost your way from all the oranges. Here let me show you, its that garage with a mark that looks like a disfigured comma.”

“It’s papaya and you know it. You’re obsessed with me , aren’t you?” Lando shot back, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “Admit it—you came all the way here just to see me.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Ahaana replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Couldn’t resist the charm of McLaren’s poster boy.”

Max chuckled, shaking his head. “I can’t deal with both of you.”

The banter continued until race preparations called for Max and Lando’s attention. Kelly and Ahaana waved them off, heading toward the lounge.

The race was a spectacle, with Max clinching victory and Lando following closely behind in P2. The podium celebrations were a blur of champagne showers and roaring applause, but the real festivities began that evening.

The group—Max, Kelly, Lando, Carlos Sainz, Rebecca, Carlos’s girlfriend, and Ahaana—found themselves in a luxurious nightclub, the VIP section buzzing with energy. Neon lights danced across the room, the bass of the music reverberating through their bodies.

“Did you hear?” Rebecca leaned closer to Kelly and Ahaana, her voice conspiratorial. “Apparently, Alex cheated on Charles.”

Kelly’s jaw dropped. “You’re joking!”

Ahaana raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “How do you know?”

Rebecca shrugged. “Word travels fast in the paddock. Apparently, Charles tried to break up with her, but she keeps avoiding the conversation.”

“Classic denial,” Ahaana remarked, sipping her drink.

Kelly shook her head. “Why doesn’t he just cut her off?”

“He wants a clean break,” Rebecca explained. “But Alex is… persistent.”

The conversation shifted to lighter topics as the night wore on. Lando, ever the photographer, took candid shots of the group, earning playful protests from his friends.

By 3 A.M., the nightclub was still alive with energy, but Ahaana needed a breather. She stepped out onto a balcony, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the heat inside. The city lights stretched out before her, their glow reflected in the glass of the towering buildings.

She wasn’t alone for long.

“Hey, Ferrari,” she said, spotting Charles Leclerc leaning against the railing, a glass of whiskey in hand.

Charles glanced at her, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Do I know you?”

“Not yet,” Ahaana replied, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “But you looked like you could use some company.”

Charles chuckled softly, though the melancholy in his eyes remained. “Maybe I do.”

Ahaana joined him at the railing, their gazes fixed on the cityscape. For a moment, neither spoke, the silence between them comfortable.

“Rough night?” Ahaana asked eventually.

Charles hesitated before nodding. “Something like that.”

Ahaana studied him, her expression thoughtful. “You know, brooding doesn’t suit you. You should try smiling—it might just solve all your problems.”

Charles couldn’t help but smile, albeit faintly. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely,” Ahaana replied, her tone light. “But if you’re not ready to smile yet, I’ll settle for a drink.”

Charles handed her his glass without a word. She accepted it, taking a small sip before handing it back.

“Not bad,” she remarked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Charles looked at her, truly looked at her for the first time. The neon lights from the club painted her features in hues of pink and blue, her hair catching the faint breeze. There was something about her—an effortless charm, a warmth that drew people in.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice softer now.

“Ahaana,” she replied, extending a hand.

Charles took it, his grip firm but gentle. “Charles.”

“I know,” Ahaana said with a grin. “You ready to party now, Red?”

Charles chuckled, a genuine laugh this time, and downed the rest of his drink. “Lead the way.”

And just like that, the night took on a new energy, two strangers finding unexpected companionship amidst the chaos of flashing lights and thundering music.

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ᝰ.ᐟ first part! i know this isn't much, but i plan on writing more and this is just the start. i hope you aren't freaked out by the rather rustic writing and keep reading the chapters to come!

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[abacada123]

Character aesthetic board for Vanessa. Hates being touched, doesn't trust easy and is on a mission to prove herself. #Branded #writing #writersofinstagram #authorlife #characteraesthetic

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[chaseelen]

If your favorite/original characters had Instagram, what would their page look like? (Part 2) Today I want to introduce you to Francesco and Eric's IG pages! Fra and Eric are the main characters of book 2 in my Italian romance series, "When we were fire on fire." This is how I imagine their pages a year after the end of the book, so SPOILER ALERT! Although, I write romance so is it really a spoiler? Really?🤣 #queerbooks #queerbookstagram #queerbookstagrammer #readqueer #indiereads #lgbtbooks #lgbtreads #characterprofile #characteraesthetic #gayromance #gayromancenovel #mmromance #mlmromance #newadultromance #newadultfiction https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch5awfGLl3K/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[taylorfennersbookishworld]

Hey Bookdragons! Happy Saturday! Thank you to everyone who made the cover reveal of No Check Out so special! • • Day 13 of August’s #writerfriendschallenge is “Share a Character’s Personality” • • Meet Huntleigh Graves, the MC in No Check Out! Age: 26 Hometown: Charleston, SC Current City: Goodlettsville, TN Occupation: Travel Blogger (formerly), Researcher and Team Liaison for Tear Back the Veil Investigations Backstory: her mom died when she was 11 and her dad started tagging along with a crew of paranormal investigators so she was always traveling and living out of crappy motels while her father tried desperately to make contact with her mother on the “other side” until he too passed away. Personality: Huntleigh is very reserved, closed off emotionally. Prefers to see the world through an analytical, skeptical lens. Would like to pursue a relationship but doesn’t want to open herself up to get hurt after her past with her parents. Has a somewhat close friendship with her team members Verbena and Orion. • • What do you think of Huntleigh so far?? No Check Out releases 1-13-2023 and you can preorder now! • • #nocheckout #characteraesthetic #charactermoodboard #indieauthor #indieauthorsofinstagram #indieauthorsofig #indieauthorgram #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #writersofig #writergram #authorsofinstagram #authorlife #author #authorgram #authorcommunity #writer #books #writerscommunity #writing #writerslife #amwriting #authorsofig #authorssupportingauthors #write #bookworm #fiction https://www.instagram.com/p/ChM-vUvL3Co/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[reputayswift]

VASILISA PETROVNA was an ugly little girl: skinny as a reed-stem with long-fingered hands and enormous feet. Her eyes and mouth were too big for the rest of her. Olga called her frog, and thought nothing of it. But the child’s eyes were the color of the forest during a summer thunderstorm, and her wide mouth was sweet. She could be sensible when she wished—and clever—so much so that her family looked at each other, bewildered, each time she abandoned sense and took yet another madcap idea into her head. In truth, VASYA was still awkward, but she had begun growing into her face. The bones were still rough-hewn and overlarge, her mouth still too wide and full-lipped for the rest of her. But she was compelling: the moods passed like clouds over the clear green water of her gaze, and something about her movements, the line of her neck and braided hair, caught the eye and held it. When the light struck her black hair it did not gleam bronze as Marina’s had, but dark red, like garnets caught in the silky strands. (x,x)

[pedroalonso]

I found the formula. Music. I listen to music from my youth and travel there. To the shabbiest bars of Buenos Aires. I dance like I did back then... when pain didn’t exist. Dance with me.

[slytheringiraffe]

✨Irene Adler✨

[forestduck]

Lorri.

[danniswrites]

Universe: Adia's World - Part 2 Thirteen Galaxies Of Trade (on Wattpad) 

The rise of two intergalactic trade networks and the major species in them.

https://www.wattpad.com/1483267636-universe-adia%27s-world-part-2-thirteen-galaxies-of?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=DannisWrites

 Welcome to Areon, the world you didn't see much of in Adia, Scientist. This is a guide to the people and Adia's world beyond the walls of her team's lab in Alternative Fuels, part of the Eicken Project.

[weekendlusting]

A TALE OF FAME

pairing ꪆৎ charles leclerc x ahaana patel ᥫ᭡. f1 driver x bollywood actress au

summary ꪆৎ when the paths of a girl who has stopped believing in love, and a guy who does everything in his power to show his love, cross,  it's bound to be a dynamic meet. A collision of two worlds that couldn't be further apart, yet fit like pieces of a puzzle.

characteraesthetics | socials&intro | one | two | three | four | five | six |

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charles leclerc ferrari  f1 driver

MONEGASQUE ⭑.ᐟ 16th October 1997

her C ʚɞ

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ahaana patel bollywood actress 

INDIAN ⭑.ᐟ 15th March 1997

his Ahi ʚɞ

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