sanjiswetcigarettes0 · 7 months ago
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Listening to old Brazilian love songs makes me think of zolu so much i am smiling so big rn. I want what they have.
They make me imagine them slowly dancing to one of those beautiful old salsa songs where they gently hold hands and move their bodies so slow, that they sweated terribly but still want to enjoy the warm sunny evening with the chilly breeze of the entire seas they sailed alone together while they hold and look at each other with endless love and big grins. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND I AM CRAZY OVER THEM.
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strigital · 11 months ago
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8aji · 2 years ago
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OMG NEW MOOTIE HELLO HI HOI HEY
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HI HI !!!! ITS SO NICE TO MEET YOU NORA BELOVED !!!!
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joninhaart · 2 years ago
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Eu fiz essas ilustrações durante o Dia dos Namorados de 2022, eu amo demais esse projeto!
"Uma moça inteligente e determinada, que para salvar seu pai de uma dívida, vai trabalhar na mansão de um jovem veterano da Segunda Guerra, recluso e amargurado pelas cicatrizes em seu rosto devido ao campo de batalha."
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I made these during brazilian's Valentine's Day 2022, and I love it so much!
"An intelligent and determined lady, to save her father from a debt, decides to work on a manor of a young, World War II vet, recluse and bitter due to the scars in his face caused by the battlefield."
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mariclerc · 5 months ago
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just finished reading the new chapter of an unexpected role and MORE LILY x GRID INTERACTIONS PLSS
Thank you very much for this request!! I love writing Lily's adventures in the paddock, it seems very cute to me 🥺🥺🥺
An unexpected role (pt.6) | cl16
Summary: you revealed your little secret to your date, you didn't expect he would take it so well. Warning: none, just fluff as usual.
Follow the series!! Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7, Part 8, Part 9
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Sunlight streams through the window of the Ferrari motorhome. You're sprawled on a plush sofa with Lily, your two-year-old daughter, she sits beside you with a half-eaten cookie clutched in her hand. She giggles as a video plays on your phone, showing her interactions with the Red Bull mechanics earlier.
“Hey amore, are you almost ready?” he calls from another room.
“Almost, just gotta find Lily's lucky socks!” you say smiling.
Lily throws her head back and laughs, cookie crumbs flying everywhere. You scoop her up, tickling her tummy. Visits to the paddock are more frequent now, since the first race you and Lily attended everyone in the paddock and the teams love you both, it's like a breath of fresh air in the paddock, and not to mention the fans, after the initial hatred little by little they gave in and now they adore you two.
“Where did my little lucky charm get all this cookie on her, huh?” you say softly while looking at her.
“Dan-iel!” Lily says.
“Oh, Daniel spoiled you again, didn't he?” you shake your head.
Suddenly footsteps are heard approaching the room.
“There they are! My two favorite girls.” He says entering the room with a playful smile on his face. Charles ruffles Lily's hair, who squeals in delight. “Found those lucky socks yet?”
“Yup, she had hidden them in my bag. Naughty little girl.” You say with a giggle and then lean towards Lily and put on her socks and butterfly shoes.
Charles raises an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. “How about a pre-race cuddle session to appease the racing gods?”
Lily claps her hands and squirms out of your arms, making a beeline for Charles. He scoops her up, showering her face with kisses.
“Careful, you might give her pre-race jitters!” you say laughing.
Charles winks at you. “Nah, she's got Leclerc blood in her veins, she thrives on competition. Just ask all the mechanics she's been racing around the paddock with today.”
“Speaking of which, did you see the fan videos circulating online? Lily giving Valtteri a high five was adorable.”
“I know, right? It's amazing how much everyone loves having her around. You'd think she's been on the grid since day one.” he smiles softly.
You lean in and kiss Charles softly.
“She brings a different kind of energy to the paddock, doesn't she? Reminds everyone there's more to life than trophies.” you whisper.
“Oh, absolutely! You and Lily are my lucky charms, my whole world! Now come on, let's get this show on the road.” he said while holding you close.
You hand Charles Lily's stuffed bunny, a constant companion on race days.
“Go get 'em, champ! We'll be cheering you on from the pit wall, as always.”
“Always.” he kisses your forehead.
He takes Lily's hand, leading them both out of the motorhome. As they disappear down the hallway, you can't help but smile. Charles may be a racing champion, but in this moment, you and Lily are his biggest victories.
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Charles emerges from the motorhome, Lily bouncing in his arms, her hair bouncing in a mini ponytail. The paddock is a hive of activity, mechanics bustling with purpose, engineers huddled over laptops, and fans straining for a glimpse of their racing heroes.
A collective gasp rises as Charles appears, Lily's bright eyes taking in the scene with wide-eyed wonder.
“Buongiorno everyone! Ready for another race?” he says while smiling to the fans in the paddock fan-zone area.
The crowd erupts in cheers.
“Forza Charles! And ciao bella Lily!” says a smiling little fan while waving his hand.
“Ci-ao!” Lily says waving her little hand.
Charles chuckles, then spots Logan Sargeant strolling towards them, a grin plastered on his face.
“Leclerc! Looking sharp today, even with your little pre-race mascot.”
Lily reaches out, giggling. “Lo-gan!”
Logan scoops her up in a playful hug, earning another round of cheers from the crowd.
“Looks like you've got some competition this weekend, mate.” Logan giggled.
Charles feigns a frown. “Don't worry, Sargeant. I'm sure I can handle a little competition... Especially when she's this cute.” He winks at Lily, who giggles and buries her face in his neck. Photographers snap pictures like crazy, capturing the adorable interaction.
“Looks like someone's got a lot of fans to sign autographs for today.” You say walking behind them.
“Only the best fans, amore. Now, come on, let's get down to the grid. It's showtime!” He says, handing Lily back to you.
You follow Charles through the throng of fans, Lily nestled comfortably in your arms. As you walk, you hear snippets of conversation, all praising Lily's cuteness and the joy she brings to the paddock.
One little girl, clutching a Ferrari flag, yells out:
“Good luck, Lily! You too, Mr. Leclerc!”
Lily waves enthusiastically at the little girl, a smile splitting her face wide open. You glance at Charles, a silent understanding passing between you. This little girl, surrounded by the roar of the engines and the cheers of the crowd, is exactly where she belongs. The paddock may be her playground for now, but who knows? Maybe one day, she'll be the one stealing the show on the grid.
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The roar of the crowd intensifies as they approach the grid. Charles, focused on the upcoming race, gives you a quick but reassuring squeeze on the hand.
“Alright ma belle, listen. I gotta get ready. You and Lily find a good spot at the pit wall, alright?”
“Don't worry about us, we'll be your loudest cheerleaders. Go get 'em, champ!” you say while nudging him playfully.
He leans down and kisses Lily's forehead.
“Be good for mama, okay? And remember, papa loves you the most.” he says to Lily and he gives her a little kiss on her cheek.
Lily giggles, clinging to her bunny plushie. A young Ferrari mechanic, a teenage girl with grease stains on her overalls, approaches you both shyly.
“Hey there, little super star. You want to see the car before the race starts? It's super fast, just like you!” the mechanic tells Lily timidly.
Lily's eyes widen with excitement.
“Would you like that, Lily?” you asked Lily while smiling.
Lily nods enthusiastically.
“Thank you so much, that would be amazing!” you tell the mechanic.
The mechanic beams, clearly delighted. “No problem at all! Follow me, little miss.”
The mechanic leads Lily, her eyes sparkling with wonder, towards the gleaming red Ferrari. You watch them go, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. The paddock, once a world of flashing lights and roaring engines, has become a second home, filled with people who adore your little family.
You find a spot at the pit wall, just as Charles takes his position in the cockpit. He looks out towards the crowd, his gaze locking with yours for a brief moment. You give him a thumbs up and a reassuring smile. He nods, a flicker of determination in his eyes.
The lights go out, plunging the grid into an electrifying darkness. Then, with a deafening roar, the engines ignite. Charles is off, a blur of red against the grey asphalt. You hold Lily close, her tiny hands clutching her bunny plushie.
“There he goes, baby! That's papa!”
Lily doesn't take her eyes off the track, her small voice joining the chorus of cheers as Charles battles for position. The race is on, and you know, no matter what the outcome, this day, filled with love, family, and the thrill of the race, the paddock visits will always be one of the best adventures for you and Lily.
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Lily's eyes are glued to the track, tracing the red blur that is Charles' car with rapt attention. You, however, find yourself drawn to a group of young engineers huddled nearby. Their animated discussion, usually filled with technical jargon, has an undercurrent of worry that sends a shiver down your spine.
You catch snippets of their conversation: "front wing damage," "pit stop for repairs," "crucial time lost." A pit stop this early in the race could throw Charles' entire strategy off balance.
Anxiety gnaws at you, but you force a smile for Lily, brushing back a stray strand of hair from her forehead.
“See that big red car down there, honey? That's papa! He's having a little trouble with his car, but the clever engineers will fix it up in no time, alright?” you whisper softly at Lily.
Lily nods, her brow furrowed in concentration. The little girl beside you, normally brimming with boundless energy, seems to have sensed the tension in the air.
“Why don't we send papa some good luck vibes? Close your eyes really tight and think of the fastest, strongest Ferrari ever!” you whisper again leaning closer to her.
Lily closes her eyes tight, squeezing her stuffed bunny with all her might. You follow suit, a silent prayer forming on your lips for Charles' safety and a successful race.
Suddenly, a flurry of activity erupts in the Ferrari pit lane... Mechanics scramble, tools glinting in the afternoon sun. Charles pulls into the pit box, the red flag forcing an unplanned early stop. You watch with a mixture of apprehension and admiration as the team works with lightning speed, their practiced movements a well-oiled machine.
Just as your heart starts hammering against your ribs, the pit stop ends. Charles, with a fresh wing and a determined glint in his eyes, roars back onto the track.
The red flag is lifted, and the race resumes with renewed intensity. The crowd erupts in cheers, their anticipation hanging heavy in the air. You grab Lily's hand, squeezing it tightly.
“There he goes! Now let's see papa show everyone what a true champion is made of!”
Lily beams, a spark of mischief returning to her eyes. She raises her tiny fist in the air, chanting along with the crowd. “Go papa go! Go papa!” she smiles shyly.
You watch, a rollercoaster of emotions churning inside you, as Charles battles his way back up the field. The race has taken an unexpected turn, but one thing remains certain: your family is in it together, for every pit stop, every thrilling overtake, and every victory (or defeat) that awaits your family on the racetrack.
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Disappointment hangs heavy in the air as the winner's car streaks past the finish line. Charles follows close behind, his red Ferrari a blur of consolation. The crowd, initially buzzing with anticipation, erupts in a mix of cheers and groans. Lily, perched on your shoulders, scans the track with wide, confused eyes.
“Papa?” Lily asks you with a tender look.
“There he is, honey! Look, it's the red car!” You point to the part of the track where Charles' car is located.
Charles navigates his way through the final corners, bringing the Ferrari to a stop in the designated post-race area. The roar of the engine fades, replaced by a wave of mixed emotions washing over you. While a tiny part of you yearns for the elation of victory, the bigger part swells with pride at Charles' fighting spirit. He may not have secured the top spot, but he fought hard, his skill evident in every daring overtake and smooth maneuver.
Mechanics swarm the car, their faces etched with a mixture of disappointment and respect. Charles emerges from the cockpit, his helmet tucked under his arm. His expression is a mask of controlled emotions, but a flicker of disappointment momentarily clouds his eyes.
He scans the crowd, searching for his family. When he spots you and Lily, a wave of relief washes over him. He strides towards you, a determined glint returning to his eyes.
“There you are! Come here, mes amours.” He says addressing the two of you.
You weave through the throng of fans, a mix of congratulatory pats and sympathetic murmurs on your way to Charles. The air crackles with the post-race energy, a bittersweet symphony of cheers and dejection.
Charles scoops you both into a tight embrace, the familiar scent of adrenaline and sweat wrapping around you. You bury your face in his chest, offering silent comfort for a battle well fought but narrowly lost.
“You were amazing out there, Charles. We're so proud of you.” You whisper as you give him a kiss on the cheek.
“I know it wasn't the win we were hoping for, but...” he kiss your forehead.
He trails off, his gaze falling on Lily, who watches the post-race celebrations with a furrowed brow.
“Hey little champ, what do you say we celebrate papa's second place with some ice cream? How does that sound?” He says smiling at Lily.
Lily's face lights up with a radiant smile, all traces of confusion forgotten. “Ice cream! Yaaay!”
Charles throws his head back and laughs, the sound a welcome release after the tension of the race.
“See? Second place isn't so bad after all, especially when you have the best pit crew a driver could ask for.” He says smiling at you.
He winks at you, the familiar spark back in his eyes. You smile, knowing that win or lose, your family bond remains the strongest trophy of all. Together, you navigate the bustling paddock, Charles and Lily hand in hand, ready to celebrate his second place and the unwavering love that binds them. The race may be over, but the joy of being together remains the most precious victory.
***
As the three of you walk through the paddock, several staff members and the drivers stop to say goodbye to the three of you... In particular, say goodbye to little Lily, since she has become the little princess of the paddock.
Lily lets out a little scream when she sees Oscar. “Osc! Osc!” she says, jumping up and down and smiles when she sees the young Australian. “Mama! Can I... 'ay goodbye to Osc?” She asked you and you smiled at her.
“Of course you can, honey pie! But be careful, okay?” you said sweetly and she let go of your hand and walked towards Oscar.
Charles let out a small chuckle as the two of you looked at Lily walking towards Oscar, Obviously you two followed her closely, but without stopping her little adventure.
Oscar looked down to see Lily, who had a smile from ear to ear. “Oh, hello there little Lily!” He said giving her a smile and bent down to take her in his arms. “What are you doing walking around the paddock alone? You know it's bad, right?” Oscar told her and she just stuck her tongue out at him as a joke.
Lily turned her little head towards you and Charles. “Mama and papa, there Osc!” She said pointing to Oscar where you and Charles were standing, you smiled at the young Australian.
Oscar smiled at the two of you and moved a little closer to you. “Hey, congratulations on the podium Charles!” says Oscar, greeting Charles friendly. “I got scared when I saw Lily walking alone in the paddock... Why did she come towards me?” He asked with a small grimace on his face.
You smiled softly. “Well she wanted to say goodbye to you.”
“Yes... And apparently she fell in love with you.” Charles said softly and Oscar's eyes widened.
“Oh, that’s so cute Lily!” he said as he hugged Lily.
“Bye Osc!” Lily said as she got out of his arms.
Both you and Charles said goodbye to the Australian and headed towards the exit of the paddock with a Lily who was somewhat curious about her surroundings.
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When you got to the hotel room, Lily was quite exhausted from the day of adventures she had had, so, with the help of Charles, you gave her a bath and put her pajamas on. Between the two of you, you told her a bedtime story while she snuggled with her stuffed bunny Mimi.
Charles leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Sweet dreams my little one. I love you.” he whispered sweetly towards Lily.
“Luv you da!” she said a little sleepy.
You leave the joint room and you stood in your place. Charles turned on his heel and looked at you.
“Are you coming love?” he asked tenderly.
You blinked. “Yes... Yes honey, just give me a moment, okay?” You tell him and he nodded as he walked to the bed that was in the center of the room.
Carefully, you opened your travel bag and took out an envelope with some papers that you had been processing for a couple of months. With the help of Fred, Lorenzo and Pascale you were able to do this, you wanted Charles to officially be Lily's dad... And maybe they don't have a blood relationship or anything else, but the connection that exists between the two of them and, in general, between the three of you, is something incredible and even though neither you nor he are married, the fact that Lily bears his last name is more than enough for you.
You carefully walked back to the room with the envelope behind you. “I would like to give you this.” You whispered softly while you handed him the envelope and he sat on the bed.
He looked at you somewhat confused. “What is this darling?” he asked.
“Find out for yourself... Open it.” you whispered again.
He opened the envelope delicately and took out the papers, some contained the entire legal process to be able to have paternity rights, kinship by affinity and so on, until he reached the last one that said: Lily Marie Leclerc, he looked at you with watery eyes. “Honey... I.” he said with a small voice. “I'm... I'm her dad, chérie... Tell me it's not a dream.”
You smiled at him. “It's not a dream my love, you're officially her dad.” you said and hugged him with all your strength. “Happy Father's Day mon amour!” you whispered and placed several kisses on his face, he couldn't believe it, he was officially a dad.
“Oh god, this is.. This is the best gift I have ever been given in my life! Oh mon cœur, thank you for this!” He said now with happy tears running down his face and you smiled lovingly.
“It's nothing baby boy... I thought, well, we should make it official.” you giggled.
While you two were hugging each other, a new adventure began for your little family... The now Leclerc family and you simply couldn't be happier about this, because you and Lily feel happy, much happier than you both had been before you met him.
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princesssdark88 · 2 months ago
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Ateez like Boyfriends: Bath time 🚿💦
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♡ Lembrando a todos que este post é meramente ilustrativo, e feito apenas para divertimento dos fãs.
♡ Reminding everyone that this post is merely illustrative, and made just for the amusement of fans.
♡ I'm slowly coming back guys, I hope you like it! ♡
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Mingi
Você mal falou "banho" ele já vai estar embaixo do chuveiro esperando
Prefere banhos de chuveiro do que de banheira
Gosta de beijos molhados embaixo d'agua
Gosta de sentir seu corpo colado nele
Esponja para quê? Se ele pode passa a língua pelo seu corpo
Gosta de dar prazer enquanto você puxa o cabelo dele
Vai virar você pro vidro do box pra poder ficar roçando no seu corpo enquanto fica sussurrando no seu ouvido
"Você é linda, eu amo sentir seu corpo assim, princesa geme pra mim, geme!"
Gosta de ouvir você elogiando o corpo dele enquanto se ensaboam
O vapor do chuveiro escondendo o que vocês fazem durante horas ali
Vai coloca o roupão e querer sair abraçadinho com você colada nele.
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You barely said "bath" he will already be under the shower waiting
Prefers showers to bathtubs
Likes wet kisses underwater
Likes to feel your body glued to him
Sponge for what? If he can, run his tongue over your body
Likes to pleasure him while you pull his hair
It will turn you to the glass of the shower so it can rub against your body while whispering in your ear
"You are beautiful, I love feeling your body like this, princess moans for me, moans!"
Likes to hear you complimenting his body while soaping
The steam from the shower hiding what you do for hours there
Go put on the robe and want to go out hugging with you glued to it.
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Yeosang
Diz que ama banhos, principalmente se forem com você
Ama ver você nua, mas fica todo tímido de fica pelado na sua frente
Vai prende seu cabelo pra não molha enquanto dá beijinhos nos seus ombros
Vai quere ensaboar você, e vai ficar todo sem jeito quando você grudar seu corpo no dele
Beijos intensos segurando a nuca um do outro
Ama quando você satisfaz ele durante o banho
"Eu te amo tanto, eu podia passar o dia assim com você!"
Nos banhos de banheira gosta de sentir seu corpo em cima dele
Gosta de dedilhar você enquanto te beija e ouve você gemendo por ele
Vai te cobrir com o roupão e te leva pro quarto pra seca seu cabelo, pra você fazer o mesmo com ele depois.
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He says he loves baths, especially if they are with you
He loves to see you naked, but gets all shy of getting naked in front of you
Go tie your hair up so it doesn't get wet while you kiss your shoulders
He'll want to lather you, and he'll be all awkward when you stick your body to his
Intense kisses holding the back of each other's necks
Loves it when you satisfy him during the bath
"I love you so much, I could spend the day with you like this!"
In the baths he likes to feel his body on top of him
Likes to finger you while kissing you and hears you moaning for him
He will cover you with the bathrobe and take you to the bedroom to dry your hair, so you can do the same with it later.
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Seonghwa
"Amor, vou preparar um banho de banheira pra gente"
Gosta de ficar abraçadinho embaixo da água caindo no corpo de vocês enquanto se beijam
Mordidas no pescoço e na sua orelha enquanto mexe no seu cabelo molhado
Gosta de cuidar de você, te ensaboando com calma enquanto fica dando beijinhos na sua nuca (se estiver de costas) ou nos lábios (quando está de frente)
Gosta quando você ensaboa as costas dele e depois passa os dedos dos ombros até a cintura
Prefere banhos de chuveiro aos de banheira
Gemidos no ouvido enquanto se acariciam
Gosta de esconder seus seios com a espuma do sabão para depois mordiscar eles, quando a água escorrer e tirar a espuma de cima deles.
Vocês saindo do banho juntos num só roupão, afinal dois corpos ocupam o mesmo espaço sim 😊
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"Honey, I'm going to prepare a bath for us"
He likes to cuddle under the water falling on your body while kissing
Bites to your neck and ear while fiddling with your wet hair
He likes to take care of you, soaping you calmly while kissing the back of your neck (if your back is turned) or your lips (when you are facing each other)
He likes it when you lather his back and then run your fingers from his shoulders to his waist
Prefers shower baths to bathtub baths
Moans in the ear as they caress each other
He likes to hide his breasts with soap foam and then nibble on them when the water drips off and take the foam off them.
You coming out of the shower together in one bathrobe, after all two bodies occupy the same space yesss 😊
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San
"Não ouse entra no banho sem mim!" diz ele fingido estar brabinho.
Nos banhos de banheira, gosta de senta de frente pra você ficarem conversando enquanto ficam esfregando os pés no corpo um no outro
Você gosta quando ele aperta seu corpo em diferentes lugares com as mãos dele
Ele gosta de brincar que tem um sujeirinha no seu rosto pra poder coloca espuma nele
Ama quando você monta nele pra ele ensaboar seus seios e suas costas
O jeito como ele geme baixinho quando você beija os ombros dele, quando esfrega suas costas ou mexe no seu cabelo
Banhos rápidos de chuveiro viram uma eternidade com ele
As toalhas envolvendo o corpo de vocês são apenas pra sair do banheiro ir até a cama pra recomeçar.
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"Don't you dare, get in the bath without me!" he says, pretending to be angry.
In the bathtub baths, he likes to sit in front of you so you can talk while rubbing their feet on each other's bodies
You like it when he squeezes your body in different places with his hands
He likes to joke that he has a little dirt on his face so he can put foam on him
Love it when you ride him for him to lather your breasts and your back
The way he moans softly when you kiss his shoulders, rub his back, or touch his hair
Quick showers become an eternity with him
The towels wrapping your body are just to leave the bathroom go to the bed to start over.
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Hongjoong
"Quer tomar um banho comigo, gata?"
Vai ligar a água e espera você tirar a roupa enquanto te observa, tira a camisa com facilidade mas fica todo tímido de tira a parte de baixo
Vai pedi pra você lava o cabelo dele só pra sentir sua mãos massageando o cabelo dele
Prefere os banhos de banheira pra ter tempo de brincar mais com seu corpo
Gosta da visão de você de joelhos na frente dele no chuveiro, mas talvez prefira de você gemendo quando ele te dedilha na banheira
Gosta dos arrepios que ele sente quando você passa as unhas nas costas deles
Gosta de ser intenso nos banhos de chuveiro, mas nos de banheira gosta de deixar você comandar o ritmo
Vai pegar os roupões pra vocês e o seu creme pro corpo que ele sempre se voluntaria pra passa depois.
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"Do you want to take a shower with me, babe?"
He goes to turn on the water and waits for you to take off his clothes while he watches you, he takes off his shirt easily but he gets all shy of taking off the bottom
Go ask you to wash his hair just to feel your hands massaging his hair
He prefers the baths in the bathtub to have time to play more with his body
He likes the sight of you kneeling in front of him in the shower, but maybe he'd rather you moaning when he fingers you in the bathtub
Likes the goosebumps he gets when you run your nails over their backs
Likes to be intense in showers, but in bathtubs likes to let you command the pace
He will get the robes for you and his body cream that he always volunteers to pass later.
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Yunho
Quando você fala em banho, ele parece um gato todo manhoso querendo que você peça pra ele ir com você
Tem vergonha para entrar no banho com você, mas depois não quer mais sair
Prefere banhos de banheira, a sensação do seu corpo sobre o dele, deixa ele contente e animado
Quando está no chuveiro, gosta de manter você sempre perto dele, tem prazer em te ensaboar
Gosta quando você dá prazer pra ele no banho, enquanto ele fica passando as mãos pelo seu rosto e dizendo que você é tão boa pra ele
Gosta de te colocar contra a parede, de segurar você pelo pescoço de costas pra eles enquanto ele te dedilha ou te dá prazer de outras formas
Ele gosta quando os dedos dele ficam murchos e o motivo não é o tempo embaixo do chuveiro
Gosta de sair abraçadinho com você de roupão e ir já secar seu cabelo, escolher a roupa de casal que vocês vão vestir depois.
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When you talk about bathing, he sounds like a sly cat wanting you to ask him to come with you
He's ashamed to get in the shower with you, but then he doesn't want to leave anymore
Prefers bathtubs, the feeling of your body on his, makes him happy and excited
When he's in the shower, he likes to keep you always close to him, he takes pleasure in soaping you
When he's in the shower, he likes to keep you always close to him, he takes pleasure in soaping you
He likes it when you pleasure him in the shower, while he runs his hands over your face and tells him that you are so good to him
He likes to put you against the wall, to hold you by the neck with your back to them while he fingers you or gives you pleasure in other ways
He likes it when his fingers get deflated and the reason isn't the time under the shower
He likes to go out cuddling with you in a bathrobe and go dry your hair, choose the couple outfit that you will wear later.
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Jongho
"Querida, e se a gente fosse tomar um banho juntos?!"
Gosta mais de banhos de chuveiros, prefere deixar os banhos de banheira para ocasiões especiais
Gosta quando você convida ele pra toma banho mesmo quando já tomou
Fica meio tímido de tirar a roupa pra você, mas não resiste a dar uma palmada na sua bunda ao ver ela nua
Gosta de aperta seu corpo e te segurar firme perto do corpo dele, mas morde os lábios e ri sempre que você aperta a bunda dele
A velocidade dele aumentando ao ouvir você gemer e gritar o nome dele dentro do box
Beijos intensos embaixo do chuveiro com as mãos dele segurando sua cintura a suas mãos segurando as costas dele
Vai busca os roupões de vocês e te ajudar a secar o corpo enquanto fala que vocês são o casal mais cheiroso do mundo.
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"Honey, what if we were to take a shower together?!"
He likes showers more, prefers to leave bathtubs for special occasions
He likes it when you invite him to take a shower even when he has already taken it
He is a little shy to take off his clothes for you, but he can't resist slapping her ass when he sees her naked
He likes to squeeze his body and hold you tight close to his body, but he bites his lips and laughs whenever you squeeze his ass
His speed increasing as he hears you moan and scream his name inside the box
Intense kisses under the shower with his hands holding your waist and your hands holding his back
Go get your robes and help you dry your body while saying that you are the most fragrant couple in the world.
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"Você tá tomando banho?" diz ele abrindo a porta do banheiro, e logo em seguida vai dizer "posso entra? Posso né! Estou entrando!" diz ele já tirando a roupa.
Vai fica olhando pra você nua e fica fazendo "Wow" e sorrindo
Gosta de ensaboar seu corpo com calma, enquanto fica cheirando seu cabelo e dando beijinhos pelo seu corpo
Fica meio tímido e dando risos bobos quando você ensaboa ele, mas gosta quando você dá prazer pra ele principalmente se junto com isso você ficar dando beijos na nuca dele e falando coisas no ouvido dele
Tanto faz banho de chuveiro ou de banheira, ele vai te fazer gemer e ficar com você embaixo da água por um longo tempo
Gosta de brincar com seus seios ao longo do banho, a língua dele gosta de seguir o curso da água pelo seu corpo
Quase sempre saem nus do banho, sempre levando uma toalha que vai servir pra seca vocês juntos depois.
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"Are you taking a shower?" he says, opening the bathroom door, and then goes on to say "can I come in? I can, right! I'm coming in!", he says, already taking off his clothes.
He'll stare at you naked and he'll be doing "Wow" and smiling
He likes to soap her body calmly, while she sniffs her hair and kisses her body
He gets a little shy and laughing silly when you soap him, but he likes it when you pleasure him especially if along with that you keep kissing him on the back of his head and saying things in his ear
Whether it's a shower or a bathtub, it will make you moan and stay with you underwater for a long time
He likes to play with his breasts throughout the bath, his tongue likes to follow the course of the water through his body
They almost always come out of the shower naked, always taking a towel that will serve to dry you together later.
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one-of-tankhuns-neurons · 4 months ago
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My Stand-In episode 10 was sOooo fucking satisfying to watch
First of all
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Cute. You can tell this poor little puppy never sneaked a guy into his room in his teens and never had a parent walk in on him. He fr thought that was gonna work and Ming just went along with it bc he finds it endearing. This is the episode where we see ming's trUe growth as a character and as a person
Because time after time he keeps STANDING UP FOR JOE. He's asking for forgiveness, he's acknowledging all he did and he's trying to repair the damage. He changed from bossing people around to actually being on the begging end. He's asking, he's making the effort. Yes he pulled contract, but because of TIME, he didn't force anything on Joe violently this time.
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Look at my boy getting angry for Joe and facing the very asshole that had him on a leash for years.
I loooooved how his face changes when he hears he doesn't have the upper hand. Props to Mek for being a great actor but bitch ur making me hate your face... Lots of love still.
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THIS LINE HERE... It's not enough experiencing it.. I need it as drUgs fr. That rich turban daddy KNOWS Tong. He knows his every move and the way he gets human shields for him and takes the credit.. that's why Tong is so afraid of him. He cannot play him... Oh my god seeing Tong fucked up feels so good it should count as p*rn fr.
AND WHAT DID I TELL Y'ALL ABOUT THIS GIRL
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She's getting caught up in the mess, I hope she gets out. Because the monster is cornered...
LITERALLY cornered. Look at that fucking coward physically HIDING behind Ming's mom.
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Go grow a pair. He couldn't find a stand in for his bALLS so he didn't even go to Ming's dad.
But DEAR LORD THE LITERAL BEST MOMENT OF THE YEAR, BEST TURNAROUND, BEST CHARACTER GROWTH
Step 1: making them think they've won
Step 2: pull the sassiest face in the history of EVER that's fueled by extreme gay rage
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Step 3: fuck em up
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FUCKING SHIT YES
He's literally weaponizing Tong's threat. He doesn't care. He is not only standing up for his BOYFRIEND, but he is standing up for HIMSELF. My man Ming was always manhandled and abused and scared. He's seeing clearer than ever now, and he's all in. FUCK YES MING IM AO GLAD YOU DIDN'T FUCKING LET US DOWN. This is hot. This is what we nEed.
I mean how he passed by his mom and Tong and goes up half the stairs... he is ABOVE THEM now, he cleared that stage.. and now look how far up his dad is physically. This shows how much of a difference in power and importance that man has, and still Ming is facing it alone.
GOOOOOOLD
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eii, i LOVE your fics your writing is like SO GOOD.
Também tenho um pedido, vocês poderiam fazer um leitor Poly! Plastics X onde a leitora tem TDAH mas não faz nenhum tipo de tratamento porque os pais dela não levam o diagnóstico a sério então em algum momento ela começa a ficar sobrecarregada e brava consigo mesma por não conseguir se concentrar e por pensar demais então ela acaba se afastando um pouco da Plastics para não ser um fardo e isso fode um pouco a cabeça dela, nisso a Plastics vai percebendo aos poucos e correndo para fazer uma intervenção e ajudar a leitora.
Desculpe se fui muito específico, eu meio que me identifiquei e queria um pouco de conforto :/
Searching for Quiet
|| poly!plastics x fem!ADHD!reader
(i myself am poly)
|| Warnings; reader struggling with ADHD (descriptions of what she's going through), short drabble
|| Summary; when reader's ADHD becomes too much for her to manage on her own, she distances herself from the plastics. Not wanting to be a bother to them. The plastics don't let reader get away with that, though.
Requests open!
Started; september 24th
Finished; september 25th
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The classroom felt overwhelming. Everyone was talking while they worked on their assignments. Everyone expect you. You couldn't focus on the paper in front of you. Your foot tapped impatiently, the noise around you feeling impossibly loud and overwhelming. Making your skin crawl. Even though in reality, it wasn't quite as loud as it felt. It was more of a casual buzz of conversations; but the way they mixed into each other and overlapped was not helping you.
As you continuously tapped your foot, you clicked your pen at the same rate. Usually repetitive motion of some kind helped your ADHD to focus on what you're doing and not the rest of the world. Today apparently wasn't the case. It was all too much.
Too loud.
Too crowded.
Regina, Gretchen, Karen and you all sat around the same four desks, you could hear your girlfriends talking with one another but couldn't pick up on what exactly they were saying. You did however focus on the gum in Regina's mouth, the tapping of Gretchen's nails on the desk, the subtle rocking Karen did in her chair.
You flinched as you thought of everything around you and that was your last straw. You needed to get out. Go somewhere quiet. Anywhere that wasn't here. Maybe under a staircase or the library if a class isn't in there.
Before you knew what you were even doing, you were out the door. The teacher had called your name but you didn't hear. Even if you had, it wouldn't have stopped youz
Taking off at a light jog through the halls, you rounded a few corners until you were at the library door.
You slowly opened the door and peeked your head in, only to find a class there so you closed the door again and headed to the nearest stairwell. The stairs were open underneath, so that's where you decided to hang out until you weren't overstimulated.
Settling down against the wall, you took a deep breath and sighed. Burying your face in your hands. You were there for maybe ten minutes before you felt a hand on your shoulder; causing you to flinch.
You were met with Gretchen's worried gaze," Y/N?" Her voice was soft as she sat with you and you relaxed a little in her presence," you okay, baby?"
You shook your head and leaned against her. You weren't as overwhelmed as before but you weren't 100% either.
"What's wrong?" Her voice was soft as she held you, trying to be as soothing as possible as the door to the stairwell opened. Regina and Karen ran over and relaxed when they saw you. Which made you confused so you looked to Gretchen for an explanation," we got worried when you ran out of class and searched the whole school for you."
"Do you need a hug?" Karen asked with a small smile, arms stretched out.
You couldn't help but smile as you nodded and stood, getting your hug from Karen who kept you close.
Regina stood off to the side, arms folded as she watched you and Karen while Gretchen stayed seated where she was.
"So. Gonna explain what all that was about?" Regina asked. Trying to seem annoyed to mask the worry she felt.
"I just- was overwhelmed by everything. I was frustrated and didn't want to worry you guys so I left." You explained in a mumble, burying your face into Karen's neck. You heard Regina sigh.
"That's stupid."
"Regina-!" Gretchen frowned.
"Ugh, not like that. I mean it's stupid you wouldn't just talk to us. We were right there. We could have helped."
You took in what she was saying. They could've, but there were so many things that held you back from asking for their help.
"It's just something to work on!" Karen said with a smile as her hands went to your shoulders, you looked into her eyes," right, baby?" She asked.
"Yeah... we- I'll work on it."
Gretchen got up and gave you a hug from behind while Karen wrapped her arms around you again. Then held her hand out to Regina, who rolled her eyes but came and joined the group hug.
Yeah. This helped. You made a mental note to try and start asking for help when you need it.
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cellbitupdates · 5 months ago
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🟩 Cellbit postou no Twitter/🟨 Cellbit publicó en Twitter/ 🟥 Cellbit posted on Twitter:
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🟩 qsmp acabou hoje e sou muito grato por todos os momentos que eu vivi graças ao projeto! ♥
conheci amigos que tenho muito carinho e que vão continuar na minha vida, e nada seria possível se eu não tivesse topado participar de um server de minecraft depois de tantos anos
obrigado a quackity pelo convite e a todo mundo que deu vida a esse servidor e fez ele ser tão especial! (especialmente você, richas, que tá em algum lugar nesse mundo aí)
🟨 qsmp terminó hoy y estoy muy agradecido por todos los momentos que viví gracias al proyecto! ♥
conocí amigos que quiero mucho y que seguirán estando en mi vida, y nada hubiera sido posible si no hubiera aceptado participar en un servidor de minecraft después de tantos años
gracias a quackity por la invitación y a todos los que dieron vida a este servidor y lo hicieron tan especial! (especialmente tú, richas, que estás en algún lugar de este mundo)
🟥 qsmp ended today and i'm very grateful for all the moments i got to experience thanks to this project! ♥
i met friends that i love so much and who will continue to be in my life, and none of this would have been possible if i hadn't agreed to participate in a minecraft server after so many years
thank you to quackity for the invitation and to everyone who brought this server to life and made it into something so special! (especially you, richas, who's somewhere out there in the world)
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hey-i-am-trying · 8 months ago
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Aos amigos brasileiros e os outros falantes de português: versão em português
I find it very interesting how Bagi and Richas have a very similar grieving process.
For them, grief is something you fix, you don't look it in the face, you just move on.
I always bring up the "stream from the hole" here, but I think it's relevant to show how Bagi's head works, at the moment of her greatest hopelessness, Bagi needed a task, something to fix, to concentrate on, because she couldn't just sit and feel her own pain.
Richas makes pranks and jokes because it gives him a sense of normality, not just for him, but he believes it will also help the people around him to be okay too. He also jumps at any opportunity to save the people he loves, even if it hurts him.
It's easy to see how this way of thinking can go to extremes, the two often ignore how they feel, in favor of acting out or trying to distract themselves from their own emotions, they end up hurting themselves and even hurting others around them.
I think this was made explicit when they were dealing with Em's grief, who is much more introspective.
Bagi and Richas being insensitive towards Em for the way she deals with her grief came from them not really being able to understand her. Bagi tried to distract her, thinking that if she could occupy her mind Em wouldn't be sad anymore. Richas was frustrated because he couldn't understand what good sitting with their thoughts would do.
Sometimes being empathetic is difficult, "treating others as you would like others to treat you" doesn't go very far, especially when "others" don't want to be treated as you treat yourself.
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beacarrot · 13 days ago
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Saved by a Stranger. - Text dedicated to Liam Payne.
I needed to take some time to search for where my words have gone. In the corner of the room where I danced to the band's first songs about someone who could love me "more than this"? On the poster stuck next to my bed, which will be the way I remember him every morning? From the beats of songs that saved a life? Mine, and that of a few million across continents I still haven’t reached?
Memories don't connect to thoughts, the pain lost in the current of the most beautiful joys, the sweet years of genuine innocence. And right now, I want to scream so loudly, because no word can soothe my soul.
The sweetness colored in his voice can never be altered, not by the forces of evil, or by the relentless time. Fate is funny and irrevocable... life likes to throw curveballs. It turns long roads into spheres. All I know how to write about is inner death. I wasn't ready for what was to come...
Who could have guessed? "Life is like that." It could certainly be worse, but we never say how much better it could have been. We wait for the "worst", but we pray for the "best". And what will always catch me is seeing the writing: "1993 - 2024".
Death is what unites people, as it’s the only thing that awaits us all in the same way, walking silently by our sides.
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Part specifically for Liam.
"If I try to scream and manage to get some sound out of my lungs, would you be able to hear me? I keep dancing in my room, this time more alone than ever. I wait for your return, which, mockingly, won’t come, but wait somehow comforts my small and now withered heart, like the curse of nostalgia that promises to bring back the old times but never does. I didn’t want to let you go, but I spent too much time endlessly planning how to chase success while breaking down in fear. Mapping an escape to the past when I felt I was no longer the same, locked in a lethal and vivid attachment.
I feel like I never really touched you, but even without the tips of your fingers, you touched the deepest, most intimate part of my heart.
Dear Liam, we are all proud of the love you spread throughout your years of life, how you lent your voice to tell stories wrapped in threads covered with solid gold. For being the 'Daddy Direction,' for the rumors of your spoon aversion that always make me laugh when I look at one, for your youthful and naive love for Batman, Toy Story, and plaid shirts! For always having been and always being our red...
You make me strong, and 14 years wouldn't last forever, not for me, not for you. The love and the tender way you always treated your admirers and fans warm me somehow.
Heaven could have waited a little, right? But it didn’t. I fall to my knees in a pleading prayer that when you open your eyes on the other side, peace will greet you, your sins will be healed with time, and that our love can reach you, soothing your soul, which will rest in serenity.
As long as we're together, it doesn't matter where I am, right? Nor where you are now.
I believe nothing is an accident for God, although I still can’t believe everything that has happened before my eyes and in my adolescence. I know it’s my duty to keep the part of your heart that you lent me, which now belongs to me. And even though it cuts like a dagger, my heart is filled to the brim with love.
Yes, I will be strong with every breath I take. Your journey ends here, but your legacy and history will span decades. Home is where the heart rests...
Rest in peace, angel."
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VERSÃO EM PORTUGUÊS >>>>> (portuguese version)
Salva por um estranho. - Texto dedicado ao Liam Payne.
Eu precisei tirar um tempo para procurar onde foram parar minhas palavras. No canto do quarto onde dancei as primeiras músicas da banda sobre alguém que poderia me amar "mais que isso"? No pôster colado ao lado da minha cama, que será a maneira de lembrar dele durante todas as minhas manhãs? Das batidas de canções que salvaram uma vida? A minha e a de alguns milhões pelos continentes que eu ainda não consegui alcançar?
As memórias não se conectam aos pensamentos, a dor perdida na correnteza das mais belas alegrias, os doces anos da inocência genuína. E agora mesmo eu quero gritar absurdamente alto, porque palavra alguma inquieta meu espírito.
A doçura tingida em sua voz nunca poderá ser alterada, nem pelas forças do mal, ou pelo implacável tempo. O destino é engraçado e irrevogável... A vida gosta de jogar bolas curvas, transformando longas estradas em esferas. Tudo o que sei escrever é sobre a morte interna. Eu não estava pronta para o que estava por vir...
Quem poderia supor? "A vida tem dessas." Certamente poderia ser pior, mas nunca dizemos o quanto poderia ter sido melhor. O pior é uma espera, mas o melhor é uma oração. E o que sempre me pegará será ver a escrita: "1993 - 2024".
A morte é o que une as pessoas, pois é a única coisa que espera a todos de maneira análoga, caminhando silenciosamente ao nosso lado.
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Parte especificamente para Liam.
"Se eu tentar gritar e conseguir que algum som saia dos meus pulmões, você conseguiria me ouvir? Continuo a dançar no meu quarto, desta vez mais sozinha que nunca. Espero por sua volta, que, desdenhosamente, não virá, mas de alguma forma consola meu pequeno e agora murcho coração esperar, assim como a maldição das nostalgias que prometem trazer os velhos tempos de volta, mas nunca o fazem. Eu não queria te deixar ir, mas passei tempo demais planejando incessantemente como perseguir o sucesso, mesmo me desfazendo em medo. Traçando uma fuga com destino ao passado quando sentia que já não era mais a mesma, trancada num apego letal e vívido.
Sinto que nunca pude realmente te tocar, mas, mesmo sem a ponta dos seus dedos, você tocou a parte mais profunda e íntima do meu coração.
Querido Liam, estamos todos orgulhosos do amor que espalhou em seus anos de vida, como doou sua voz para contar histórias que estão enroladas por fios cobertos de ouro maciço. Por ser o 'Daddy Direction', pelos rumores de sua aversão por colheres que, toda vez, me faz rir ao encarar uma, por sua jovem e ingênua paixão pelo Batman, Toy Story e camisas xadrez! Por sempre ter sido e ser o nosso vermelho...
Você me faz forte, e 14 anos não durariam para sempre, nem para mim, nem para você. O amor e a terna maneira com que sempre tratou seus admiradores e fãs me aquecem de certa forma.
O Paraíso poderia esperar um pouco, certo? Mas ele não o fez. Eu caio de joelhos em uma oração suplicante para que, quando você abrir seus olhos do outro lado, a paz o receba, seus pecados sejam curados com o passar do tempo, e que nosso amor possa chegar até você, acalentando sua alma, que descansará em serenidade.
Contanto que estejamos juntos, não importa onde eu esteja, certo? Nem onde você está agora.
Acredito que nada seja um acidente para Deus, embora eu ainda não acredite em tudo o que aconteceu diante de meus olhos e minha adolescência, tenho como dever guardar a parte do seu coração que você me emprestou e agora está dada. E, mesmo que corte como uma adaga, meu coração se encontra cheio até a borda de amor.
Sim, eu serei forte em cada respiração minha. Sua jornada acaba aqui, mas seu legado e história atravessará décadas. Casa é onde o coração descansa...
Descanse em paz, anjo."
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so excited to read your fem aos headcanons!
I HAVE LEFT THIS IN MY ASK BOX FOR FAR TOO LONG, I DON'T HAVE AS MANY CONCRETE IDEAS AS I DO FOR MY FEM TOS GIRLIES SO WE'RE JUST GONNA MAKE EM UP RIGHT NOW BECAUSE IT'S FUN AND WE CAN!
-Okay to start off: TOS Kirk may be a Jane, but AOS Kirk is a Jami
-Bones is the tall girlfriend in AOS. That woman is big and beautiful and broad shouldered and she can pick up her girlfriends and toss them around as she please.
-Sporty Kirk! Always trying to find crewmembers who are up for a game of volleyball during shore leave.
-Adding onto that, Spock does a lot of yoga, and Kirk joins her when her duties as Captain start to weigh on her too much.
-Bones doing Kirk's hair is also part of AOS McSpirk to me forever. Plus AOS Kirk always has her hair in a ponytail anyway, someone's gotta put it up for her.
-Kirk calls Bones a MILF just cause it pisses her off.
-Spock barely wears makeup, but she's very good at doing it. Kirk asks Spock to do her makeup for her when they don't need to rush to the bridge first thing in the morning.
-Bones is maternal but hypocritical when it comes to her girlfriends. She never gets enough sleep but gets on Spock's ass about not getting enough sleep "even if you are a Vulcan". She drinks too much but chides Kirk when she does the same because "Once you're my age you'll regret forming the habit".
I love my AOS f!McSpirk designs so dearly, do y'all want more art of them??
TOS f!McSpirk headcanons here!
https://www.tumblr.com/t0mashek/751435321087016960/i-love-your-fem-mckirk-designs-have-you-got-any?source=share
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I know something like this didn't happen in the books but imagine a scenario where a young Percy is alone fighting a horde of monsters near the ocean, she hasn't yet learned how to use her powers and she's still not very good at sword fighting
Ela encontra um templo (talvez abandonado) de PJ Poseidon, ela corre em direção ao templo rezando para que PJ Poseidon atrase os monstros para que ela possa entrar no templo com segurança, mas suas orações são ignoradas (he heard them but he couldn't do anything because Zeus was watching him, if he did something to help Percy that would make Zeus have an excuse to punish her by justifying that her existence was interfering in the agreement that the big three made but Percy is knows this so she just thinks her father ignored her once again)
Depois de lutar e derrotar todos os monstros, ela arrasta seu corpo ferido para o tempo e desmaia aos pés de uma estátua antiga de seu pai
Agora imaginem os yanderes (principalmente Poseidon) assistindo essa cena, só de ouvir a voz assustada e chorando de Percy desperta todos os instintos de luta-proteção dos yanderes, mesmo sabendo que essa luta já aconteceu anos atrás e que eles não podem fazer nada para mudar seus instintos e auras, eles estão a todo vapor procurando a ameaça para sua princesa, sinceramente a aura sombria e sanguinária desses 7 deuses (contando os futuros yanderes) faria Valhalla tremer (sem falar nos yanderes platônico)
Seria ainda melhor se essa briga acontecesse depois daquela conversa sobre por que os pais divinos não conseguem se apagar dos filhos
(E sobre sua pergunta, eu não tenho um diploma em biologia/ciência ou algo assim, eu sou apenas obcecada por construção de mundos complexos e estou apaixonada pela sua fanfic)
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you're always so good with angsty scenarios, i'm almost afraid of the platonic AU about percy with the yanderes kids that you're cooking up for me 😭😭😭
obviously the yanderes are gonna be furious about this, but i just can't help but think about how ror!zeus would feel 😭😭😭
i think he'd actually be quite heartbroken at how cruel pjo!zeus is. pjo!zeus has always had it out for percy more than any of the demigods, AND DID YOU SEE HOW HE WAS IN THE TV SHOW???? shit he was about to blast that kid to smithereens 💀
ror!zeus is one of the platonic yanderes, so seeing how pjo!zeus treats percy.... how different their dynamic is to their own would actually effect him SO much. ror!zeus is awful yes, but he adores percy and loves her as a niece, so it'd be heartbreaking to see how awful his counterpart is towards her
AND NOT JUST TO HER, BUT TO PJO!POSEIDON TOO!!! i always thought one of the reasons why zeus is soooo fucking hard on percy compared to nico is because she's a daughter of poseidon. poseidon tried to overthrow zeus many times (through physical tournaments and by siding with hera with the whole 'tying him to the throne until he promises to be a better king' thing). meanwhile hades is just chilling in the underworld 💀
i always saw the relationship as zeus looking down on hades which is why he didn't care that nico was illegally living with him in the underworld, but he felt THREATENED by poseidon which is why he sees percy as a danger, and hates her more.
so yeah, ror!zeus learning about all of this messiness would actually give him psychic damage 💀💀💀💀💀
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tiny-chrys · 4 months ago
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Seraphim of Hope, Emily
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I take my time, but I deliver. Here is Emily's version from Princess of Heaven AU. Its design was based on the art of @kaledya. In this AU, she doesn't change much from her original version in terms of personality, the only difference is that she had a BFF/stepsister/possible love interest while growing up. When I talked about my problem with ships, that's what I was talking about, because I don't really know what to do here. Do I just put her as a sister/BFF or do I give in to my Team Charlie's Angels side? I also like the idea of her forming a pair with Lute, in a way mirroring Charlie and Vaggie, but I'm tempted to give in to the chaos and make an angelic quartet.
[PORTUGUÊS]
Eu demoro, mas entrego. Aqui está a versão de Emily da Princess of Heaven AU. Seu design teve como base a arte do @kaledya. Nessa AU, ela não muda muito da sua versão original em termos de personalidade, a única diferença é que ela teve uma BFF/irmã de criação/possível interesse amoroso enquanto crescia. Quando eu falei sobre o meu problema com ships era disso que eu tava falando, porque eu não sei direito o que fazer aqui. Coloco ela só como irmã/BFF ou me entrego meu lado Team Charlie's Angels? Também gosto da ideia dela formar um par com a Lute, de certa forma refletindo Charlie e Vaggie, mas estou tentada a ceder ao caos e fazer um quarteto angelical.
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leinielly · 4 months ago
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REGAL ACADEMY o refúgio para contos de fadas
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💚🇧🇷:
● Era uma vez... os reis e rainhas dos contos de fadas que nos conhecemos uma vez se reuniram em um baile de batizado do filho da Branca de neve e durante o baile discutiram sobre suas histórias e temendo que seus filhos passarem pelo mesmo que passaram, após muito discutirem a rainha Bella propôs uma ideia que chamou a atenção de todos:
- e se fizéssemos algo para impedir que isso aconteça? Como criar um lugar seguro e os ensinar a se protegerem quando a hora chegar?
Todos amaram aquela ideia e logo proporam a ideia de criar um forte completamente seguro para protegerem os príncipes e princesas de qualquer perigo, nem bruxas, nem fadas revoltadas poderiam os fazer mal.
Assim foi feito, sem demora eles começaram a planejar este forte seguro, sua estrutura, quanto de guardas deveriam ter, e o mais importante onde ficaria? Em uma de suas viagens, o príncipe... quer dizer, Rei Lefrog! Achou um lugar perfeito afastado de seu reino, cercado de água e uma densa floresta, avia uma ilha cercada de pedregulhos que era de um difícil acesso, era o ligar perfeito para o forte.
Sem perder tempo, começaram a construir um forte muito bem protegido e quando foi finalizado, já tinham guardas muito bem treinados vigiando o local, o filho da Branca de neve foi o primeiro a ser mandado para lá por segurança assim que completou 17 anos, pouco a pouco os outros filhos, príncipes e princesas, eram mandados para lá. É para não os deixar ali como uma prisão, foram feitas aulas de etiqueta e para eles aprenderem sobre como se defender ou reconhecer o perigo é não cometerem os erros dos seus antepassados. Tudo estava um mar de rosas, por isso a rainha Ella fez um baile completamente memorável para sua amada filha Claire, por em breve ela Também ser levada para o refúgio real, todos os príncipes estavam presentes para ver sua nova colega que iria para lá junto deles é Claire se divertia muito dançando todas as músicas, Ella não esperaria que na manhã seguinte ao ir ver sua filha, acabou vendo apenas um quarto vazio. ONDE ESTA A CLAIRE? PARA ONDE ELA FOI?!
Imediatamente o rei mandou todos os seus guardas procurarem em todos os lugares por sua filha perdida, procuraram os magos e fadas mais poderosos, porém nem eles sabiam como achar a princesa. rainha Ella ficou inconsolável pelo desaparecimento de sua tão amada filha e os outros reinos se desesperaram ao ver que poderia ter alguém atrás dos seus filhos para achar o forte real. Logo a idade para ir para a Academia Regal foi diminuída e após um tempo filhos de pessoas igualmente importantes Também eram levadas para lá por segurança, caso eles tivessem em um perigo eles seriam levados imediatamente mesmo ainda não na idade,com isso não teriam ainda as aulas e sim ficariam apenas sobre a proteção de lá.
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REGAL ACADEMY the haven for fairy tales
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● Once upon a time... the fairytale kings and queens we know of once gathered at a christening ball for Snow White's son and during the ball they discussed their stories and fearing that their children would go through the same thing as passed, after much discussion, Queen Bella proposed an idea that caught everyone's attention:
-What if we did something to stop this from happening? How to create a safe place and teach them to protect themselves when the bad time comes?
Everyone loved that idea and soon proposed the idea of ​​creating a completely safe fort to protect the princes and princesses from any danger, neither witches nor angry fairies could harm them.
So it was done, without delay they began to plan this safe fort, its structure, how many guards should it have, and most importantly where would it be? On one of his trips, the prince... I mean, King Lefrog! He found a perfect place far from his kingdom, surrounded by water and a dense forest, there was an island surrounded by rocks that was difficult to access, it was the perfect connection to the fort.
Without wasting time, they began to build a very well protected fort and when it was finished, they already had very well trained guards watching the place, Snow White's son was the first to be sent there for safety as soon as he turned 17, shortly Little by little the other children, princes and princesses, were sent there. To avoid leaving them there like a prison, etiquette classes were given and for them to learn how to defend themselves or recognize danger and not make the mistakes of their ancestors. Everything was a bed of roses, so Queen Ella threw a completely memorable ball for her beloved daughter Claire, as soon as she was also taken to the royal refuge, all the princes were present to see their new colleague who would go there together. Theirs is Claire had a lot of fun dancing to all the songs, Ella wouldn't expect that the next morning when she went to see her daughter, she ended up seeing only an empty room. WHERE IS CLAIRE? WHERE DID SHE GO?!
Immediately the king sent all his guards to search everywhere for his lost daughter, they looked for the most powerful magicians and fairies, but not even they knew how to find the princess. Queen Ella was inconsolable by the disappearance of her much-loved daughter and the other kingdoms despaired when they saw that someone could be after her children to find the royal fort. Soon the age to go to the Regal Academy was lowered and after a while children of equally important people were also taken there for safety, if they were in danger they would be taken immediately even though they were not yet of age, so they would not yet have the classes and yes they would just be under the protection there.
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REGAL ACADEMY il paradiso delle fiabe
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● C'era una volta... i re e le regine delle fiabe che conosciamo una volta si riunirono ad un ballo di battesimo per il figlio di Biancaneve e durante il ballo discutevano delle loro storie e temevano che i loro figli avrebbero vissuto la stessa cosa, dopo tanto tempo discussione, la Regina Bella propose un'idea che catturò l'attenzione di tutti:
- e se facessimo qualcosa per impedire che ciò accada? Come creare un luogo sicuro e insegnare loro a proteggersi quando sarà il momento?
Tutti adorarono quell'idea e presto proposero l'idea di creare un forte completamente sicuro per proteggere i principi e le principesse da qualsiasi pericolo, né le streghe né le fate arrabbiate avrebbero potuto far loro del male.
Così fu fatto, senza indugio iniziarono a progettare questo forte sicuro, la sua struttura, quante guardie avrebbe dovuto avere e, soprattutto, dove sarebbe stato? In uno dei suoi viaggi, il principe... voglio dire, Re Lefrog! Trovò un posto perfetto lontano dal suo regno, circondato dall'acqua e da una fitta foresta, c'era un'isola circondata da rocce di difficile accesso, era il collegamento perfetto con il forte.
Senza perdere tempo, iniziarono a costruire un forte molto ben protetto e quando fu finito, avevano già guardie molto ben addestrate a sorvegliare il posto, il figlio di Biancaneve fu il primo ad essere mandato lì per sicurezza non appena compì 17 anni, a breve A poco a poco vi furono mandati gli altri bambini, principi e principesse. Per evitare di lasciarli lì come una prigione, furono organizzati corsi di galateo per imparare a difendersi o riconoscere il pericolo e non commettere gli errori dei loro antenati. Tutto era rose e fiori, quindi la regina Ella ha lanciato un ballo assolutamente memorabile per la sua amata figlia Claire, non appena anche lei è stata portata al rifugio reale, tutti i principi erano presenti per vedere il loro nuovo collega che sarebbe andato lì insieme Se Claire si è divertita tantissimo ballando tutte le canzoni, Ella non si sarebbe aspettata che la mattina dopo, quando sarebbe andata a trovare sua figlia, avrebbe finito per vedere solo una stanza vuota. DOV'È CLAIRE? DOVE È ANDATA?!
Immediatamente il re mandò tutte le sue guardie a cercare ovunque la figlia perduta, cercarono i maghi e le fate più potenti, ma nemmeno loro seppero trovare la principessa. La regina Ella era inconsolabile per la scomparsa della sua amata figlia e gli altri regni si disperarono quando videro che qualcuno poteva inseguire i suoi figli per trovare il forte reale. Ben presto l'età per accedere alla Regia Accademia venne abbassata e dopo poco vi furono portati per sicurezza anche i figli di persone altrettanto importanti, se erano in pericolo venivano portati subito anche se non erano ancora maggiorenni, quindi non hanno ancora le lezioni e sì, lì sarebbero semplicemente sotto protezione.
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q!Cellbit just wants to give what he didn't have, because now he's living the life he never could: an analysis of his relationship with the Eggs
disclaimer: I wrote this long before the eggs disappeared so… MAYBE it's out of date, keep that in mind when you read it but this is my analysis of that time
q!Cellbit grew up in the war, that is a fact. His life has never been particularly peaceful since then and, considering that shortly after the war ended he was arrested, he was never able to truly live.
Survive. Your mind is always focused on surviving, on not dying to anything or anyone, on staying alive. His playground was the battlefield, his childhood games were to kill his adversaries. His "quiet time" was amidst the chaos of a field of blood.
Soon after he was arrested, living a few good years there before escaping in a miraculous way after threatening everyone and having a gun with a bullet and a dream. He had miraculous therapy, became a detective and is now living on an island; married; with a son; being friends with the people he threatened; leader of a resistance and constantly being manipulated - and trying to manipulate back - a cruel mysterious organization that has trapped everyone where they are.
Anyway, I've repeated these lines so much that they were simply written automatically without me even thinking straight. I may seem repetitive in the next paragraph, but it's something I want to emphasize: q!Cellbit didn't have a life.
q!Cellbit didn't live his life. He spent all these years before arriving on the island thinking about just surviving, he only had the chance to live a "normal" life NOW. On that island where he was tortured; mistaken; kidnapped; had his friend kidnapped; his son was threatened; his family broken multiple times; his nearly month-long investigation stolen; all this, for this damn place to be where he's probably having the best time of his life.
Understand? Do you understand how absurd this seems? And that's exactly why q!Cellbit does everything to protect the eggs: he wants all of them to have the life he didn't have. That they can play without worrying about having to survive another day; that they just be the children they deserve to be and not the killing machine he was when he was younger.
q!Cellbit wants his son to just do the pranks he does, for Richarlyson to enjoy his childhood and his paintings without him having to worry about who the person he will kill tomorrow will be. q!Cellbit wants his son to live a normal life. In fact, he wants all the eggs to live a normal childhood.
Even with all the dangers that plague the island, even though the eggs were forced to be little warriors like he was, he still always does his best to encourage them to play. He always joins in on their games, always falls for their pranks, always prioritizes talking to them and has always treated them like what they are: children.
And that's exactly what makes it 1000x worse that he was the one who found the report of the little egg abandoned at the adoption center. For me, he saw his reflection there in those dirty pages and desperate words of a child who just wanted to be loved by someone.
An egg that I'm sure q!Cellbit would have loved to give the love he so deserved, a love that overflows with his failures and setbacks.
A love that every child deserves.
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disclaimer: eu escrevi isso bem antes dos ovos sumirem então... TALVEZ esteja desatualizado, tenham isso em mente quando ler mas isso é a minha análise daquela época
q!Cellbit cresceu na guerra, isso é um fato. Sua vida nunca foi particularmente tranquila desde então e, considerando que logo depois que a guerra acabou ele foi preso, ele nunca pôde realmente viver.
Sobreviver. Sua mente sempre focada em sobreviver, em não morrer para nada e nem ninguém, em ficar vivo. Seu parquinho era o campo de batalha, suas brincadeiras eram matar seus adversários. Sua "época tranquila" foi em meio ao caos de um campo de sangue.
Logo depois ele foi preso, vivendo alguns bons anos lá antes de fugir de uma forma mirabolante depois de ameaçar todos e tendo uma arma com uma bala e um sonho. Fez uma terapia milagrosa, virou um detetive e agora está vivendo em uma ilha; casado; com um filho; sendo amigo das pessoas que ameaçou; líder de uma resistência e sendo constantemente manipulado - e tentando manipular de volta - uma organização misteriosa cruel que prendeu todos aonde estão.
Enfim, eu já repeti tanto essas linhas que elas simplesmente foram escritas automáticamente sem eu sequer pensar direito. Posso parecer repetitivo no próximo paragrafo, mas é algo que eu quero frisar: q!Cellbit não teve uma vida.
q!Cellbit não viveu a vida dele. Ele passou todos esses anos até chegar na ilha pensando em apenas sobreviver, ele só teve a chance de viver uma vida "normal" AGORA. Nessa ilha onde ele foi torturado; enganado; sequestrado; teve seu amigo sequestrado; seu filho ameaçado; sua família quebrada diversas vezes; sua investigação de quase um mês roubada; tudo isso, para esse lugar maldito ser onde ele provavelmente estar tendo a melhor fase de sua vida.
Entende? Entende o quão absurdo isso parece? E é exatamente por isso que q!Cellbit faz de tudo para proteger os ovos: ele quer que todos eles tenham a vida que ele não teve. Que eles possam brincar sem se preocupar em ter que sobreviver mais um dia; que eles sejam apenas as crianças que eles merecem ser e não a máquina de matar que ele foi quando menor.
q!Cellbit quer que seu filho apenas faça as pegadinhas que ele faz, que Richarlyson aproveite sua infância e suas pinturas sem que ele tenha que se preocupar quem será a pessoa que ele matará amanhã. q!Cellbit quer que seu filho viva uma vida normal. Na verdade, ele quer que todos os ovos vivam uma infância normal.
Mesmo com todos os perigos que assolam a ilha, mesmo que os ovos tenham sido forçados a serem pequenos guerreiros como ele fora, ainda assim ele sempre faz o possível para incentivar que eles brinquem. Sempre entra nas brincadeiras deles, sempre cai nas pegadinhas, sempre dá prioridade para falar com eles e sempre os tratou como o que eles são: crianças.
E é exatamente nisso que é 1000x pior que tenha sido ele a achar o relato do pequeno ovo abandonado no centro de adoção. Para mim, ele viu seu reflexo ali naquelas páginas sujas e palavras desesperadas de uma criança que só queria ser amada por alguém.
Um ovo que eu tenho certeza de que q!Cellbit teria amado dar o amor que tanto merecia, um amor que transborda de suas falhas e recaídas.
Um amor que toda criança merece.
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