#and spends the rest of the show trying to communicate how he feels without EVER SAYING ANYTHING DIRECTLY

[ghostdrinkssoup]

nbc hannibal is a romcom purely because the central conflict results from hannibal not understanding his feelings for will and being a total loser about it because he’s never had a friend or been in love before which makes him act so silly and do the most insane things that will interprets being framed for murder as hannibal having something against him (as anyone would), and this series of misunderstandings is not resolved until hannibal’s ex girlfriend and former psychiatrist tells will that hannibal is so in love with him it makes him look stupid. after that will does not hesitate to break hannibal out of jail and douse himself in blood which is this show’s equivalent to the protagonist running to the airport to stop their love interest from leaving the country and marrying someone else before they’ve had the chance to confess that they’ve loved them ever since they’ve known them

[verstappen-cult]

# WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I WENT TO TOUCH YOU NOW? | CL16

Or. . . 5 times you and Charles reach for the other and are oblivious about it + 1 time you aren’t.

Pairings: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader.

Content Warnings: Smut, fingering, unprotected sex. Just two oblivious in love. This one is long, so, prepare yourself, go grab a cup of coffee and a snack. I haven’t written smut in a very long time so don’t expect anything fancy and please be nice. Enjoy! xx

You and Charles can’t keep your hands to yourselves. Everyone can see that. Everyone but you two.

Charles is always reaching for you. He’s the first one leaning in to kiss your cheek as a greeting when you see each other, lingering for a couple of seconds with his cheek against yours, feeling your soft skin, with his hand squeezing your waist ever so slightly. When you are out with your friends he’s always trying to sit by your side, waiting for the right moment to put his arm in the back of your chair, fingers brushing your shoulder and keeping up with the conversation as if nothing is happening. Charles tries to be smooth about it, he really tries.

And you are always reaching for Charles. Well, as his Press Officer it’s your job to be by his side. When you need him to pay attention to you as you’re explaining the plan for the day, you make sure to grab him by his biceps, not letting him go until you are finished, and even then you take a couple of seconds to pull away. Every time you pass each other around the paddock, you always find a way to catch his arm, his shoulder or his waist. Even when he’s too busy and late to something and you don’t actually need him for anything, he makes time for you.

But it wasn’t always like that.

There was a time when you would not even dare to think about touching him, too shy and wanting to be professional. It was a little hard when you had to be by his side almost all day, every day. You would try to not look directly at him – impossible to do given that you needed to do your job – but then Charles started to make a few jokes to break the ice and make some conversation, started to ask about your day, he started to care. And, well, the rest is history.

#1

New Year’s isn’t your favorite holiday, so, you spent it at home watching romcoms and went to sleep even before the clock hit midnight. Your friends weren’t happy but you promised to make it up to them. That is why you could not say no when your friends invited you to spend a few days with them on a Ski resort in Italy. Winter break was about to be over, after all. So, you showed up at the train station with all your bags and a little sleep deprived.

“I was about to call the police. I thought you were bailing on us.” Your friend says as a greeting, helping you with your bags. “You look like shit.”

“Oh, thank you, how sweet of you.” You roll your eyes but let her kiss your cheek. “I’ve been a little busy with the new season starting in a couple of weeks.”

“Let’s not talk about work,” You get on the train after her, looking for your seats and the rest of the group. “we actually told the same thing to Charles.”

You’re about to ask her what does she mean by that when you see the brown hair of Charles Leclerc. The next thing you see is his smile, dimples on display.

Since you started working with Charles as Media — then when you were promoted to PR Officer — there has not been a day you two haven't been together or communicating one way or another. So, anyone can say that becoming friends was bound to happen.

You make your way to him without a second thought.

"Hey, Charlie." Charles moves to the side, leaving the spot beside him free for you to sit. Which you immediately do.

"Are you excited?" He asks, turning his whole attention to you.

You have to look away, his green eyes looking at you so intensely that you feel he can see right through you into your soul.

"I've never skied before." You admit, cheeks flushed.

Charles' eyebrows shot up, his eyes flashing with enthusiasm. "Oh, you're gonna have so much fun."

The train starts moving, making you both look outside. You weren't planning on sitting with Charles, but you're not gonna stand up and leave him. Not that you actually want that.

You're about to ask him about the place you're going to spend the next days in when a yawn messes up everything.

Charles smiles softly at you, his hand patting your knee. He leaves it there for one, two, three, four seconds before removing it.

"It's not that far, really. But you could—" He clears his throat, eyes darting around. "I've been told my shoulder is the best spot to take a nap. It’s like very comfortable." Charles has a teasing but shy smile on his face, gaze finally landing on you.

You feel your face burning. You don't even need to look at yourself in a mirror to know how red your face is, probably the same color as his racing suit.

You look between his shoulder and his eyes, pretending to think about it when, in reality, you've made up your mind the second he stopped talking.

"I don't wa—"

Charles shakes his head, moving a little closer until your left side is touching his right one, not a breeze could pass between you.

You sigh, fidgeting with your fingers as you let your head rest on his shoulder. His scent hits you immediately, is calming, warm, earthy. And it reminds you of the cabin in the woods you and your family used to spend winters in when you were a kid. Surrounded by tall, green trees and a still lake.

The last thing you feel before falling asleep is Charles resting his head on top of yours.

*

"I can't do it. No, nope." You say, trying to move away, but the skis don't let you go that far.

"Yes, you can." Charles says from behind, startling you. You weren't expecting him to stay behind with you and your Ski instructor. "Just— let me." He tells the instructor, urging him to move out of the way.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m teaching you the basics,” He explains casually, as if you don’t have a certified instructor waiting a few meters away.

You smile when he positions himself by your side, too busy trying to make you stand correctly to notice how fondly you're looking at him.

"So, you need to bend your knees a little," You don't know if he notices, but his hands finding your waist to help you move just like he wants you to, send a shiver down your body. You can feel his warmth even through the layers of clothes. "Just like that, yes. You're doing great." Can he shut up? If he's going to praise you every time you do something right, you're not going to survive.

You look over your shoulder when you hear your friend's voices. You catch the exact moment they see you two and stop walking to turn around and go back to where they were before.

"Now, lean forward." Charles instructs you and you follow. Trying to regulate your breathing but with Charles so close to you is an impossible task. "Amazing!" You just leaned. It’s not that hard. "I need to— um... excuse me." He whispers, lowering one of his hand to your thigh and spreading your legs a little. When Charles looks up, his cheeks are tinted with a pretty pink color. You know you're blushing too.

Charles keeps on teaching you the basics. You even move a few meters with him by your side, his hands on your waist at all times.

"You're ready." The Monégasque says, smiling. "You are a fast learner, is she not?" From the first time in what feels like a lifetime, he asks the instructor, who is immediately moving closer.

"Of course," The man says, a polite smile directed at you. "Now we can slide down the mountain. And I'm going to be by your side at all times, so, you don’t need to worry."

You nod, excited to start skiing. Finally.

"You can go, Mr. Leclerc." The Italian man says. But Charles doesn’t move, he just keeps on looking at you, hands still on your waist. At this point you feel like they belong there. “Uh, Mr. Leclerc?” He insists. This time Charles looks at him, shaking his head to rearrange his thoughts. “If you want to go, I’ll take care of her.”

“Oh, yes! Sure, yeah.” Charles pulls away, leaving the ghost of his touch behind. “You’re gonna be alright?”

“I’m sure I’ll survive, Charlie.” He makes you chuckle. “I had a pretty good instructor and I have another one ready to catch me if I fall.”

It looks like Charles wants to say something else but chooses not to and, instead, looks at you one final time before sliding down the mountain.

“So, let’s go?” Your instructor positions himself by your side in the same spot Charles was before.

He doesn’t touch you like Charles did. And you don’t feel as safe as you felt with Charles by your side.

#2

It’s Ferrari SF-24 Launch day. Winter's break is over and Charles is back in Maranello.

Charles hasn’t seen you since yesterday evening, after spotting you having dinner with members of the PR team and, without thinking so much about it, walked into the restaurant. Someone invited him and he didn't hesitate to grab a chair and sit by your side.

It was a very pleasant dinner. And Charles didn't let anyone pay for it.

You said your goodbyes after that and you made sure to remind him that he needed to be before 8:00 AM for the launch, and to have time to go over all the details of what Charles needed to do that day.

That’s most definitely the only explanation as to why Charles is getting out of his car at 7:15 in the morning. Not because he wants to see you, of course not. It’s just because he has a lot of things to do. It’s an important day, after all.

“Good morning.” Charles greets some people of the team that are passing by, rushing to get everything ready for the launch in less than an hour.

He’s in a good mood. He just knows it’s going to be a great day. Charles also knows it’s gonna be his year.

"You're early."

Charles turns around at the sound of your voice. He finds you checking the time on your watch, a teasing smile adorning those plump, pink lips of yours.

"You said before eight."

You laugh, walking down the hallway. "Yeah, but not so early." He follows you, trying to catch up with you. "However, I'm glad you decided to show up on time, we have a lot to do."

"I wanna go back to sleep." He complains, pouting like a child.

He makes you laugh, again. Charles thinks your laugh is his favorite sound in the world. Beside the sound of the SF-24.

Charles really likes to make you laugh.

"Wait, are you laughing at me?" He pretends to be offended, and you mimic the sound of his voice, bringing your hand to your chest.

"Me? Never!"

"You sure?" He stops walking, stopping right in front of you. "Because you know what I'm gonna do if you're actually laughing at me?"

You look at him suspiciously, fighting the smile that wants to make its way into your face.

Charles takes a step towards you, making you take a step back.

"Charles, whatever you're thinking—don't."

"What? I'm not doing anything!" He sounds innocent, even raising his hands in surrender. But he's still walking towards you, shortening the distance until he's so close you can count the freckles on his face.

Before you notice what's happening, he's tickling you.

It makes you throw all the things you had on your hands to the floor. You try to pull away and make him stop, but he just keeps going.

Your laugh fills the hallway you're currently in.

But you can't take it anymore, your stomach hurting for laughing so much. It’s also only a matter of time before someone comes to see what's happenig, so, you do the only thing your brain can conjure up to make him stop: hit him. Even if it's just a little push.

You raise your arms, ready to push him and defend yourself. But Charles reflexes are good and so fast, because before you can do anything, he's grabbing your wrists stopping you.

Your laugh dies in your throat.

Charles amusement is clear on his face, eyes shining with mirth.

"You are," You take a deep breath, trying to regulate your rapid breathing. "a very bad man."

He laughs, throwing his head backwards. "I'm just defending my honor, boss."

You shake your head, throwing daggers at him with your eyes. But Charles doesn’t react at all, he just caresses the inside of your wrists with his thumb.

“I promise to behave if you don’t laugh at me again.” He pouts, and your heart does a black flip inside your chest, skipping several beats.

Hesitantly, you reach out to rest a hand on his chest, giving him a little playful push. You’re not sure if you imagine the shiver you feel under your hand or if it really happens.

You chuckle, looking straight into his eyes. “I can’t make that promise.”

Charles lets go of your wrists against his will. He bends over to pick up the things you were carrying, but doesn’t give them back to you.

“If we end up getting scolded, I’m blaming you.”

Charles looks at you for what feels like hours, taking you in. He really thinks he could just watch you all day and he’d find a new freckle on your face, or a glint in your eyes he hadn’t seen before.

He leans in, so, so close, that feels your breath hitch. Charles thinks you’re gonna pull away for a second but you don’t make a move, you just keep looking at him with a indescribable expression.

“You can do whatever you want. I’ll take it.” He says in your ear, kissing your cheek before pulling away.

You stop breathing, all you can do is blink at him while your mind echoes his words.

“Shall we?”

Charles doesn’t wait for you, he resumes his walking anyway. It takes you a long time to snap out of it and follow him.

You can’t even remember what you are supposed to be doing today.

#3

It’s day two of pre-season testing in Bahrain.

You’re in the middle of talking with a reporter about the questions he can ask Charles when you are interrupted by a hand being placed on your lower back. You immediately recognize the perfume.

"Hey, I was looking for you." Charles says, fingers caressing the spot between your shirt and your trousers. His calloused hand drawing patters on your lower back shouldn't make you feel as flustered as you feel. It's not the first time he does it, so why can't you just act normal?

"Hey, Charles." The reporter says, drawing the Monégasque's attention. "Can I ask you just a few questions about second day of testing?" He doesn't need to ask him, you already agreed about it.

Charles look at you, silently asking if it's okay.

"Just testing, okay?" You tell the reporter, who nods in understanding, already moving in front of Charles alongside his camera man.

Charles squeezes your waist before giving two pats on your lower back, so low that he's almost touching your ass. You eyes widen and you take a sharp intake of breath. You really try to play it cool. But you can tell Charles noticed your reaction when you see the smirk on his beautiful, stupid face.

The reporter begins with the first question, Charles' eyes only snapping to him when the man draws his attention.

You don't listen to one single question, which is, you know, an idiotic mistake because being alert of what a reporter's asking is basically your job. But you find yourself looking at Charles' lips more than one time during the six minutes the interview lasts.

You can't do nothing more than to stand there frozen in place.

The reporter thanks Charles, that much you hear, but you still can't seem to snap back to the present. What is Charles doing? He's being extra touchy lately, not that it bothers you, but you can't seem to focus in anything when he has a hand on any part of your body. Then, add that intense gaze that, apparently, has reserved for you only.

Charles is definitely going to be the death of you.

"You seem to have your head in the clouds." Charles' accented voice is what draws you back to reality.

"What?"

What he does next is definitely something you were not expecting, not now, not even in a million years.

Charles cups your chin with his right hand, thumb brushing your bottom lip. If you weren't hyper aware of every little movement, you wouldn't have felt it.

Your gaze drops to his lips and Charles has the nerve to stick his tongue out to lick his lips. They look so wet and inviting, all you need to do is move an inch closer and lean in to—

"See something you like?"

You feel your heartbeat in your ears, so loud you're pretty sure everyone in Bahrain can hear it. Charles waits for your answer as you panic, replaying his words over, and over again for minutes or hours — you don't even know.

You take Charles' hand and guide it away from your face. It takes all the willpower inside of you to let go of his hand and run away from him.

#4

It wasn't a great start of the season. Everyone agrees on that. Even the boy stepping out of the Ferrari, who started the first race of the season in front row and had such a hard time trying to drive and secure a spot on the podium.

You are glad at least one Ferrari got there in the end. But you're not as happy as you'd be if Charles was the one standing there.

Charles takes his helmet and balaclava off, his messy hair standing in every direction while sweat runs down his face. You force yourself to look away.

He makes his way to you, given that you have his cap and rings. Charles really tries to smile at you, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

You know how disappointed he is. With himself and his team. Mostly with himself.

“Just a few questions and then you’ll be on your way to the hotel, okay?” Charles just nods, busy putting all his rings and bracelets on.

Charles feels like shit. All he wants to do is go back to the hotel and sleep, he doesn't even want to know what happened or how they can fix it for next week. He wants to sleep.

"Hey," You stand a little closer, not thinking about anything but trying to make him talk, say anything to pull him out of his head. "It's just the first race of the season. There are a lot more to go." You rub the back of his neck, feeling the hairs there stand up.

Charles closes his eyes and lets his head fall forward. So, you take it as a good sing to keep rubbing and massaging.

Charles groans when you rub between his neck and shoulder, a very sensitive spot for him. He slowly opens his eyes again, looking at you from beneath his eyelashes.

"Come on, let's finish with this and get you to bed." You tentatively slide your hand over his shoulder and left side of his body, stopping at his waist to wrap an arm around it.

For the first time since the race finished, you see a smile forming on his lips. When you make eye contact, you know he has the perfect answer for it and, for the looks of it, it's definitely going to leave you flustered.

"If you wanted me in your bed that badly, all you had to do was ask."

It definitely makes you flush furiously, but you decide not to say anything. Mostly because you don't know what to say. Charles has been saying all these things for a very long time now and you don't know what it means, what he's playing at.

You let go of Charles when you reach the reporter, moving a little to the side to give them some space. The reporter knows what to ask but you still are on high alert, she's known for asking rude and out of place questions.

At first everything goes alright, so, you use that time to answer some messages and check out some emails. Until what the woman says next, makes your heart drop.

"You say you are capable, but it is your fault alm—" You don't let her finish, you interrupt the interview immediately by standing in front of Charles, like trying to shield him from the hurtful words of an unprofessional reporter.

"I'll make sure you receive a fine for that." It's all you say before blindly reaching for Charles.

You take his hand, dragging him out of there. You don't stop for nothing, not when a reporter asks for an interview, not when fans approach Charles to ask for pictures.

You keep walking and walking until you are in front of Charles' driver room. Your heart is hammering inside your chest, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"I'm going to talk to—"

Charles grabs your shoulders, turning you around so you're looking at him. "Don't worry about it. You know I don't care about what they say."

His words make you angry.

"But I care!" You exclaim, immediately regretting it. The corners of Charles' mouth go downwards, and he steps closer. "She deserves that fine."

"I know she deserves it and she will get it," His hands trail over your arms, stopping at your wrists for a second before holding your hands. "but right now I need a hug."

You blink up at him.

"Would you hug me?"

He doesn't need to ask twice. You are moving before you actually process his words, probably because you've been thinking about hugging him since the first time he announced over the radio how the brakes where not responding to him.

Sliding your hand around his shoulders comes like a second nature to you, like is something you've done your whole life. You don't care that he's drenched in sweat, you hide your face in the crook of his neck anyways. And it's then that you learn how much you like the mixture of his scent with the sweat of racing for over two hours.

Charles wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly against his body. It's then that he learns how well you fit against his body. Like you belong there. He knows you belong in his arms.

#5

Charles finished third.

It's his first podium of the season.

You wait by the side but he doesn't see you. He has the most pretty and bright smile on his face as he removes the balaclava from his head. He has the most pretty and bright smile when he greets and congratulates Max and Checo.

And you really think that his smiles widens when he finally looks to the side, right where you are alongside his Ferrari team.

Charles makes his way to his team. Everyone is so happy cheering for him and congratulating him for his first podium. Everyone is happy.

But no one can't he as happy as you are.

Not when he sees you for the first time and rushes to hug you. It's quick, not enough, but they're pulling him away for the post-race interview. He needs to go up on that podium and make everyone proud.

*

You’re pretty sure you took like a dozen pictures of Charles on the podium. The ones where he's looking down at his team are your favorites because it looks like he's looking at you.

Post-race Charles is your favorite kind of Charles. But post-race Charles on the podium... that has to be what being in heaven feels like.

You laugh as you see him approaching hospitality with his trophy and champagne, and a broad smile spread over his face.

He's surrounded by people in a matter of seconds, as wells as Ollie by his side who can't seem to stop smiling. You're very proud of them.

When you see a few reporters approaching, you take into action.

The second Charles sees you, he's forgetting about anything and everyone around him. All he wants is to hug you and tell you how well and right it felt, but there are so many people that he has to settle with you grabbing the hem of his race suit to make him walk into hospitality, away from everyone.

"Go take a shower. Your team wants to celebrate, even Carlos wants to go." You smile up at him.

You don't know how to describe the expression on his face, so, you simply don't.

He snaps out of a his trance and makes his way to his driver room, but when you call his name he stops, turning around so fast that his neck starts to hurt.

"I'm so proud of you, Charlie."

Charles doesn't care if the trophy or the champagne bottle breaks, he just let them fall to the floor and runs to you, lifting you in his arms.

You giggle, feeling light as a feather. Like you're actually on cloud nine.

"Charlie!" Andrea's voice startles the both of you.

You are forced to pull away, but Charles leaves his hand on your waist, not letting you go completely.

"Come on, hurry up! We want to celebrate."

Andrea doesn't bat an eye, he doesn't care that he found you and Charles in a compromising position — kind of? well, it definitely is unprofessional — and that you still are very close to each other.

Charles groans and lets you go. You miss his touch already.

"Don't drink too much, okay?"

"As if I would let him." Andrea says, rolling his eyes.

"I'm a grown man!" Charles screams before shutting the door of his room.

+1

You're watching a movie in bed — wrapped in a hotel bathrobe, freshly out of the shower, with a delicious lotion on your body and feeling like a pampered baby — when there's a knock on your door.

When you open the door, you find a disheveled and out of breathe Charles standing there, leaning against the opposite wall.

"Charles?" You ask, confused.

You look to both sides of the hallway but nobody else is there.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were out celebrating."

"I was—" He says, breathing heavily. "I was but then I just — I realized that I didn't want to be there."

"Okay?" You're not getting any of what he's saying, more confused than ever. "Are you drunk?"

"No! I barely drank anything. It was just a glass."

"Then," You shrug, looking behind you into the room. "I was watching a movie. Do you... want to come in?"

You still don't know why he knocked on your door, but you are not letting him out in the hallway.

Charles accepts the invitation. Just not in the way you would've thought.

It takes you a second to notice a pair soft lips against your own. But when you finally register that you are being kissed, Charles is pulling away from you, a shy smile on his face.

"What are you doing?" You ask, trying to find some coherent words in your fuzzy brain.

Charles' face falls, shoulder slumping slightly. "Oh, shit. I'm so sorry." He starts rambling, moving his hands in the air. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking properly. I thought—we had, I mean... You and—"

You couldn't take it anymore. You needed to take him out of his misery. That's definitely the only reason why you crashed your lips with his, pressing yourself against his body.

Charles moves quickly, walking you backwards into the room and closing the door with his foot.

You sigh into the kiss. A sigh that says finally.

"I think," You whisper against his lips, gasping for air. But Charles keeps on assaulting your lips. "we should talk ab—"

Charles groans pulling away, just enough to talk, lips brushing against yours with every breath. "We could. Or I could show you all the things I've been dreaming on doing to you, and we can talk later."

Your heart starts thumping so fast that your breath hitches in your throat. Charles takes your silence, and your body's reaction, as a yes.

This time, Charles takes his time. He cups your cheek with one hand, thumb caressing your cheekbone so softly — as if you’re made of glass and could break at any moment — and sliding lower, the pad of his finger brushing against your bottom lip.

"You're so beautiful." He whispers, gaze fixed on your plump lips.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since…” You try try to think about it, to remember the very first time you thought about Charles being more than a friend. But it seems like it has always been that way.

“Forever.” Charles finishes for you.

Yes! Your insides scream.

“Would you let me show you?”

You frown, titling your hear to the side. “What?”

“How much I want you.”

There’s no need to verbally say yes, you find that is so much better if you show him. So, you kiss him.

Kissing Charles feels like walking in a soft, pillowy cloud, like everything is falling back into place, like things are how they always should have been.

There is warmth blossoming in your chest, fireworks exploding all around you as Charles leans in closer, lips exploring each other for the first time. You hold onto Charles' shoulder as if you're gonna fall and wake up, realize that this was just a dream. You don't want it to be a dream.

You let him guide you to the bed as his hands rest on your hips, wrinkling the bathrobe with his hands.

His lips are soft yet the kiss is demanding. Your lips part slightly, allowing Charles' tongue to slip inside and explore your mouth.

When the back of your knees hit the mattress, he pulls away. His pupils are dilated and his breathing erratic. "You don't—" He sighs, closing his eyes as if trying and ground himself. Charles takes your hand, silently asking for permission and, when you nod, guides it to his crotch, making you feel how hard he is. "You don't even know the effect you have on me."

Charles doesn't give you time to answer, not even to think about anything but how much you want to kiss him, and feel him, and be his.

"Can I unfasten this?" He asks, lips trailing kisses down your neck. You nod your approval, but Charles shakes his head. "I need words, baby."

"Yes," You don't recognize your own voice, it's feels strange to your ears. "Yes, you can."

Charles smiles, grazing his teeth along your neck, nipping and sucking along the way. You moan when he sucks right above your pulse point.

He takes his time unfastening your bathrobe, letting it fall slowly the floor. In seconds, you're completely bare in front of him. You should feel ashamed, a part of you actually feels embarrassed to be naked in front on a man — in front of Charles. But right now, desire and longing are coursing through your veins, clouding your mind. Your body screams for Charles.

Charles hands are soft on your skin, he splays them on your chest, feeling the thumping of your heart; it makes him smile.

"Would you lay down for me?" He purrs. And who are you to say no?

With shaky legs you climb onto the bed, lying down against the pillows. You can still hear the movie playing in the background, but you couldn't care less, not right now.

You can only watch as Charles removes every piece of clothing from his body. You knew Charles was well toned, you have seen Charles without a shirt, but seeing him here in your room, in a whole different context, makes you close your legs and lift your hips from the bed, searching for something, anything that only Charles can give you.

He rubs his hands up your legs, rubbing your thighs, as he climbs on top of you. His lips find yours one more time, your breath quivering.

"So pretty." Charles grunts, basking in your beauty. It lasts only a couple of seconds because you hide behind your hands. "No need to hide, baby." He pulls your hands away, sliding them over your collarbone, stopping on your chest and grabbing your breasts.

You arch your back against his touch, moans spilling from your mouth and filling the room.

"So good, so, so good." You blurt out, getting lost in the pleasure his hands are giving you, pinching and squeezing your breasts. One of his hands is replaced for his mouth, and you have to force yourself to open your eyes to see the view of Charles on top of you, making you come undone with his mouth.

His left hand leaves your breast as his mouth keeps the assault on your breast, he slowly lowers it to part your legs, making you squirm.

You've never been this wet before, and Charles notices the moment his fingers make contact with your cunt. Charles begins to rub circles on your throbbing clit, a desperate whine escaping your lips.

"Please," You beg, the only word leaving your lips over and over again.

Charles takes pity on you, knowing exactly what you need. So, he gives it to you; one of his fingers slips in, causing you to buck your hips involuntarily.

"So good for me." Charles croons, taking your lips with his own, swallowing all your moans. "You think you can take my cock, pretty girl?" He asks, slipping in another finger, pressing them upward. Your brain feels fuzzy, but in such a good way. You don't need to be asked twice, a yes leaves you lips immediately as you grind your hips desperately into his hand.

"I can, Charles—please I can take it." You moan, making Charles slow his movements.

Charles pulls out his fingers, and you whine desperately at the loss. "I got you, baby." But then a thought crosses his mind and he curses under his breath, closing his eyes for a second. "I don't—shit I don't have a condom."

You make grabby hands, making him lean forward so you can touch him. You cup his face with your hands, eyes finding his green ones. There's sweat on his forehead, his face flushed, and you think that post-race Charles and bedroom Charles are definitely battling to win first place.

"We're both clean, I know." You graze your fingers over his pecs, making him shudder. "Just—please, Charlie. I need you."

Who is he to say no to you?

The mere thought of fucking you bare is enough to send his mind reeling.

Charles aligns himself between your legs, the tip of his cock gathering your wetness and making you both moan at the feeling.

You dig your nails in his shoulder as he slowly starts to bury himself inside of you. Charles leans to kiss you, and is messy and wet, tongues and spit mix together as you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling ever so slightly, which makes him moan against your mouth. So you do it again.

Charles kisses you with so much desperation, desire consuming you both. He bottoms out and you can't reciprocate the kiss anymore, not when he stars slamming his hips, setting an agonizing pace.

Charles fucks you into the bed wincing as he feels you bite his shoulder, a poor attempt of trying not to scream and let the whole hotel floor know what you are doing.

"How does it feel? Is that what you wanted, uh?" He groans, brushing a strand of hair out of your sweaty face.

"Yeah, feels so good, Char. So good." Your whole body is burning, you feel so deliciously filled.

Charles bends your legs, pushing them against your chest as he finds a new angle to keep on fucking you. He starts thrusting faster, holding onto your legs so hard you know there will be bruises tomorrow.

It's too much. You don't even have time nor words to warn him before you are coming, clenching around Charles' cock.

"So tight. So. Fucking. Tight." Charles whispers, pace faltering as he feels his own climax approaching. He keeps thrusting into you, chasing his own orgasm.

You are a moaning, whimpering mess, and you let Charles use you as much as he likes, you let it know that over and over again.

"That's it, baby. 'm gonna come now," Those are Charles' final words as he pulls out, pumping himself a few more times until he's painting your chest with his cum.

Charles plops down on the bed next to you, both panting and completely exhausted.

"Are you okay?" He asks in a hoarse voice.

You turn to look at him, fingers playing with his cum on your chest. The only thing you can do is nod, too exhausted to even to talk.

"What? Did I fuck your brains out?" Charles teases, leaning in to leave a chaste kiss to your lips. It's so innocent and soft, the total opposite of what you did just moments ago.

"Shut up!" You breathe out, giggling. There is still a buzzing in your ears and a tingling sensation in your cunt. But you feel good.

"Come on," He says, standing up and reaching for your hands.

You frown, standing on shaky legs. He teases you some more and you end up pushing him away.

"What are we doing?"

"Taking a bath," He explains, tugging at your hand. "We need to clean you up."

"I just took a shower, this is all your fault." You complain, his green eyes boring into you.

"You liked it." It's not a question.

He tugs at your hand again and you follow, you really would follow Charles to the end of the world. Charles can't hide the big, stupid smile on his face. "You said you were watching a movie, so, we are going to watch a movie."

© verstappen-cult, 2024 — do not repost, translate or claim any of my works as your own.

[ackermanslov4r]

how would levi receive each of the love language ?

PHYSICAL TOUCH

Levi is a complete stranger to touch. He always made sure to keep a certain distance with others, hoping that putting up physical barriers would stop his heart from getting attached,that he’d save himself from any more grief and loss if only no one approached him.

So when you first touched him, even if it was just fingers slightly brushing against each other or the ghost of a hand on his shoulder ; even just that threw his whole world upside down. He went from avoiding touch to craving it in a split seconds, every fibers of his body now yearning for your touch.

He’s not one to initiate it, unless in private (and even then he still struggle to grasp the idea that his desires can be act upon,and don’t have to simply stay ideas and daydreams) but he’s almost always sending small signals that his hand would like to be held,that his arms would absolutely love to rest around your waist and that his lips have been deprived of yours for too long. In public he has to maintain a certain image, so only small unnoticeable touches are allowed, but as soon as you’re in the privacy of your room or home then he’s always in touch with you in one way or another.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATIONS

Levi crave your sweet words almost as much as he crave your touch. He’s not used to being complimented on anything other than his fighting skills,and he’s spent most of his life feeling disconnected from himself,not paying attention to his appearance or to his personality ,only making sure he was always at the best of his strength.

So when you tell him how you love this or that about him, that you like the way he does his tea or comb his hair, he doesn’t really know how to take it and simply stare at you for a few seconds while trying to comprehend the wave of emotions that’s pouring over him. You noticed details about him that he didn’t even know were there,making him feel like more than just a soldier,making him feel like Levi and not simply humanity’s strongest soldier.

Sometimes he’d do things specifically to try and earn a compliment from you, never directly asking for your reassurance but always looking for it.

QUALITY TIME

In a world where time is so rare, where additional minutes are earned through training and fighting, Levi would be mitigated whenever you choose to spend your precious time with him,telling you that maybe it’ll be more useful for you to be training for the next mission than to be with him, silently trying to communicate his fear of losing you through his harsh commands.

But despite his words, he doesn’t show any sign of actually wanting to see you somewhere else,his soul craving for your presence while his brain fills with worries and scenarios each worse than the one before. Sometimes it’s like he can hear time’s clicking clock when you’re together,his whole body tensing as he wonder how many days you’ll get, if one of you will have to continue without the other, if the joy of loving you is worth the pain of losing you.

But even with his fears,there’s nothing he loves more than to spend time with you,and even when he complains he still seek your presence as your absence,even for a few seconds, is worse than any suffering he’s ever been put through.

GIFT GIVING

Levi could count on one hand how many gifts he’d received in his life. Just like touch and words, gifts were rarely directed toward him, his circles so small that unless occasional “giftperiments” from Hange ; no one ever really thought about giving presents to each other.

So whenever you do think about getting him something, he’s left in a slight state of shock as well as true adoration toward your gesture. He doesn’t care about wether or not he likes the gift or can find a use to it, because no matter what he’ll cherish it,carefully storing it to make sure it doesn’t get damaged or stolen,looking at it after a nightmare to bring him back to reality.

Your gifts will warm his heart and serve as a reminder of your love,of what he’s fighting for,of what makes life worth living.

ACTS OF SERVICES

Due to his place in the Scouts, Levi has a pretty busy schedule,and rarely have time to do anything that isn’t related to his job. Over the years he’s gotten used to it,used to the tiredness and exhaustion, never really wishing for more free time as he can scarcely recall the last time he had any.

So whenever he realizes that his schedule now has an empty space because you’ve taken care of whatever duty he had to do, he’s left completely bewildered,wondering what to do of this time but also why,after all he’s done, all the blood on his hands, why he deserves such an affectionate and caring person in his life.

He never ask for you to do things for him as he’s used to doing them alone but also doesn’t want to bother you with such mundanities ; but if he ever comes home to find dinner already prepared, his paper works organized and his clothes cleaned, he’d feel such an overwhelming wave of love that words will fail him and he’d just stand here,holding you gently,pressing small kisses on your shoulders.

[batneko]

it occurred to me that bowuigi would make for really good sentinel-and-guide AUs

(for those who don't know, The Sentinel was a 90's show about a guy with heightened senses and protective instincts, which make him a natural defender of humanity but can also be overwhelming. His nerdy partner who provided most of the exposition was eventually revealed to be a "guide" who has the power to soothe and support him. It had an extremely dedicated fandom and robust shipping community, which led to Sentinel AUs being super popular until A/B/O AUs eventually eclipsed them.

The basics are: Character A has super-senses and tends to be protective and territorial, but they have panic attacks/migraines/whatever because of their powers. Character B is a calming presence and often feels compelled to help Character A despite any personal differences they might have. It's important to note that the connection between sentinels and guides is not inherently sexual, though there's a lot of touching involved so if there's any attraction at all between the characters it can get awkward. Usually in the AU sentinel and guide powers are Known Abilities with support systems and sometimes even a matchmaking service in place, despite it being rare and unknown in the show.)

So for the obvious version we've got Sentinel Bowser and Guide Luigi. Bowser is an extremely powerful sentinel which means very few people can challenge him, but his instincts have driven him to conquer more and more territory over the years and he's starting to feel stretched thin. He's had guide partners before but his personality problems drive them away before too long, so he keeps a few in rotation and tries not to get attached.

He "fell in love" with Peach because her guide abilities are so strong he feels comfortable around her without either of them even trying. And since he only tends to see Luigi when Peach is also there (either kidnapped or at a group event) he doesn't notice that Luigi is a guide at all for a long time.

Until one day he has an attack in public, and since he's likely to lash out in that condition everyone keeps their distance - except Luigi. Who rushes to his side and holds his hand and rubs his brow until Bowser is able to come back to himself.

Bowser is stunned that someone he thought of as an enemy would help him so easily, as if it's the obvious thing to do. But he's also embarrassed that Mario's brother of all people had to take care of him in such a vulnerable position. He gets it into his head that the only way to save face here is if he acts like it's not embarrassing at all and that now he wants Luigi to be his full time guide partner.

This is definitely going to go great!

And then the reverse, Sentinel Luigi and Guide Bowser. Mario and Luigi are both sentinels, but they're so used to relying on and covering for each other that neither of them has ever needed a guide... Or at least they've convinced themselves they don't need one, until they're both falling at Princess Peach's feet as all the tension they've built up over the years drains away all at once.

Pretty soon it becomes clear that Peach and Mario have a connection that Peach and Luigi don't, and Luigi makes excuses to leave the two of them alone as often as he can. Which leaves him both without a guide and without his partner, putting up with all the stress and sensory stimulation on his own. He handled it before, right? He can handle it now.

Then he (literally) runs into Bowser and, just like with Peach, collapses to his knees at the sudden rush of relief. Bowser is like "not that I don't enjoy this kind of thing, but what the hell?" before he senses Luigi's distress and realizes he's a sentinel. It makes sense given how strong the brothers are, but he'd never really thought about how that kind of thing works for humans.

And, though he tells himself he shouldn't care if Luigi is struggling or not, he's not entirely heartless. Bowser scoops Luigi off the floor and lets him spend the rest of the day with him, eventually saying he's doing it because it'll be funny to have Luigi owe him a favor.

Luigi says okay. Bowser is baffled by how quickly he agreed. Either he was really really suffering, or he's so nice of a guy that he doesn't even fathom how easily Bowser can take advantage of him.

Well, it's not like it costs Bowser anything to keep him around. And it does actually feel good to be a guide instead of a king for once. Bowser decides to keep racking up "favors" until he thinks of the best way to use them, probably against Mario, or maybe to get into the Mushroom Kingdom.

Sure, once he gets that payoff Luigi will probably never forgive him and never want to see him again, but it'll be worth it... right?

[mshroom1e]

ೃ⁀➷ Crushing on You

type: headcanons

twst characters with a crush on the reader

1.3k words

Characters: Azul, Sebek, Kalim, Rook, Deuce

╰┈➤ Azul

He would be absolutely whipped and wouldn't even realise until he sees you, stops, and thinks 'oh wait.'

Jade would be the first to notice Azul's change in behaviour.

He's the type to get so into his feelings that it affects his performance at school even though he doesn't intend for it to.

He'd probably fall off his broom in PE class when he sees you walking around nearby.

I'm all for shy Azul and that's what he would be (because I said so)

He'd try so hard to make everything about himself presentable when you're around.

Since he collects so much information about people, he tries to find out everything about you through the info he's acquired instead of talking to you and asking like a regular person.

Prolly tried to rope you into some sort of contract where you had to work in the lounge so he'd have a solid excuse to spend time with you.

Someone please tell him about normal communication.

Once he's had time to understand his own feelings, he tries his best to get closer to you.

Invites to try new menu items at Mostro Lounge would become more frequent.

Overall, he'd be very genuine with his feelings once he's come to terms with them.

I don't think he'd mind if you didn't reciprocate the exact feelings he felt towards you, but that doesn't mean he isn't hoping you feel the same way.

Sometimes, his insecurities from the past would bubble up in his mind, telling him that you think negatively of him, but he tries his best not to think like that.

╰┈➤ Sebek

Sebek 💀

I-

First of all, he wouldn't even think that he had feelings for you at all. Especially since you're such a simple-minded, pathetic HUMAN

Interprets his sped up heart rate when you're around as some sort of illness and decides to ask Lilia about it.

He describes his "symotoms" and the older fae knows exactly what he's talking about as soon as Sebek mentions your name, so peepaw stifles a laugh the whole time as Sebek is lamenting about his newfound "heart malfunction"

When Lilia tells him it's a crush, Sebek is mortified.

His already little control of his inside voice goes out the window as he yells "PERPOSTEROUS" or something similar.

He's panicking, screaming, kicking, all of the above.

"Woe is me!!" is all he thinks for the rest of the day until he goes to bed lol

The whole thing would look like a comedy sketch from an outsider's point of view

Poor kid would be so obvious, and your entire friend group would know before you do.

Sebek would be horrified when he sees you anywhere and instantly turn the other direction then curse himself for being afraid of a mere human.

Kinda like a little kid with a crush

He'd make some mean comments that come out as compliments without meaning to and everything would turn into a one-sided fight where Sebek loses.

Considers his feelings for you as some tratourus act towards Malleus.

He would refuse to tell you about how he feels.

You'd end up realising it yourself after someone hints at it.

It would be a mess, but a very funny and cute one.

╰┈➤ Kalim

the literal sun

Kalim would be the most genuine person ever.

He'd see his feelings as friendship, and not think too much of it after that. He thinks you're one of the most amazing people he's ever met.

He's very big on giving gifts and sometimes it might be a bit much.

The gifts he gives aren't with the intention of showing off, though. They're simply things you've mentioned that you liked or were interested in, and Kalim just had to get them to show you how much you were appreciated.

Once you express that the gifts you've been receiving from him are a bit much, he instantly understands. After that, he gives you things with more sentimental meanings behind them like handmade bracelets. They're not the best-looking at the moment, but they're from the heart, and that'd what counts.

After he's made you a bracelet or two, he finds that he really likes making them. With practice, he gets a lot better and gifts you more intricate looking little trinkets.

With Kalim around, you can never be on an empty stomach. He always has snacks on him that he pulls out of nowhere on a regular basis. All of them are delicious but his favourite ones to give you are crackers.

He doesn't get flustered when talking to you, just very happy and enthusiastic.

You get along so well, whether as friends or something more.

When he realises he has a crush on you, he gets so excited.

Expect to receive regular invites to the parties he hosts at his dorm and for him to hang out with you a lot more.

After all, he really likes you and wants to get to know you even better.

╰┈➤ Rook

To be honest, I feel like Rook wouldn't be too different from how he usually acts around people.

He still knows everything about you from your dominant hand to the thing you ate for breakfast that day.

He'd show up around you more than usual, offering you flowers and other small gifts that remind him of you.

You wouldn't think it was anything out of the ordinary since it was Rook after all.

Always does small gestures that make your life easier, like removing objects that would obstruct your path before you get near them or even realise what he's done, or tying your shoelaces for you when they come undone.

He spends a lot of time observing you, but not in a creepy way. It's just because He just finds you endearing and wants to see you just being your beautiful self.

Smiles at you a lot

You could be walking down a hallway and realise you left something at your dorm, but Rook would just happen to be nearby with the item you need.

When he found out about your favourite sweets, he bought a packet and carries them around with him so he can give them to you when he sees you.

He loves the way your eyes light up when you see the sweets in his hand and you take them with a huge smile on your face.

Rook would be a very sweet and well-prepared admirer that wouldn't hesitate to offer you help or just simple reassurance when you need it.

Like Azul, he wouldn't mind if you didn't feel the same way that he does and is just happy that he gets to admire you and see you happy.

╰┈➤ Deuce

Deuce you sweet summer child.

He would be so clumsy over everything and it would be the cutest thing ever.

Most likely practices what he's gonna say to you in the mirror every morning, which annoys his roommates a lot.

Messes up with his words when he talks to you and instantly flushes.

He tries to take the lead during assignments to seem smarter and impress you but fails miserably.

Please, he's really trying his best.

He can't control how stiff his face gets when talking to you and how flustered he gets.

His ears definitely go red first.

Accidentally ends up raising his voice out of nervousness when he's talking and physically cannot make eye contact with you or he'd explode.

He tries to do gentlemanly things like helping you carry large piles of books. It's not because he thinks you can't carry them yourself, he just wants an excuse to spend more time with you.

If your favourite dessert was available in the cafeteria and there was only one left, he wouldn't hesitate to buy it and hand it over to you.

He gives you cute chick themed gifts and sends you cute animal memes.

If you showed up at one of his track meets, best believe he's speeding off like sonic and blowing away everyone else at practice.

When he wins a race, he instantly turns to look for you in the stands and instantly smiles at you when he sees you.

Deuce would be so shy and sweet and it would be so cute jekrjrktktn

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[anathemaspeaks]

what was i made for?

character(s): toji fushiguro synopsis: toji doesn't believe he deserves love - until you come along. word count: 0.6k warning(s): none, it's purely fluff a/n: tried something new lemme know how you feel about thisss

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i used to float, now i just fall down i used to know, but i'm not sure now what was i made for?

toji who thinks he is not worthy of love. he is not a man deserving enough to have someone to care for him, someone who chooses to stay with him simply because they want to, not because they gain something out of it. all he did was cause pain, anyways. he was better off alone.

what was i made for?

his path had been one of solitude for god knows how long. looked down upon by everyone, barely surviving physically and mentally - a man, no, a monster who gave up his own son. people like him don't get second chances.

nobody can love a monster. nobody even wants to be around one.

taking a drive, i was an ideal looked so alive, turns out i'm not real just something you paid for

toji who had no one left in this world, nothing to live for, nothing but a shell of the man he used to be - the man he could have been. he was useless. empty. a man without a purpose. someone else's puppet. he didn't have any power over his own life. he was pathetic.

what was i made for? cause i don't know how to feel but i wanna try

vacant, brutal words engraved onto his soul. he was a monster, and he always will be. that is just how his life will be - his destiny. he would just be alive, never quite living, silently wishing he could end it all.

i don't know how to feel but someday, i might

and then you - who crashes into his life in all your frustratingly captivating glory and finds a home in his heart. you thought toji fushiguro was no monster, he was just a man who had been hurt and misunderstood far too many times. a broken man. you saw right through his tough façade. you were the first person who showed him how it felt to be seen as something other than a fraud of a human.

when did it end? all the enjoyment i'm sad again, don't tell my boyfriend it's not what he's made for what was i made for?

falling in love with you was the easiest thing he ever had to do. you, with your kind eyes and gentle smile. you, with your warm words and and comforting presence. you, who never pitied him. quite the opposite, really. a man who had been through so much, and who still fought so hard every single day, how could you not be wonderstruck and completely infatuated by him?

you, the only person who made him feel safe.

cause i don't know how to feel but i wanna try

toji, who would rather die than ever see you cry. toji, who doesn't really know what love is, but gives you the whole world. toji, who isn't used to healthy communication, but for you, he tries. toji, who still has a lot to learn, but is perfect in your eyes. toji, who is only happy when he's with you. toji, who is always there for you. toji hadn't been sure of anything in his life until you.

i don't know how to feel but someday, i might

toji who gets his spark back. he knows who he is, and it's all because of you. toji who fixes his life, but can he even call it his when it's all for you? toji who doesn't even have to think twice about it when he asks you to marry him.

and you don't have to think twice about it when you say yes.

think i forgot how to be happy something i'm not, but something i can be

toji who would gladly spend the rest of his life with you. he was a man who had nothing, but with you in his arms, he has the whole world. a man considered to be stoic and unaffectionate, absolute putty in your hands. you would always have him wrapped around your finger.

and he would have it no other way.

something i wait for something i'm made for

toji, who finally gets the happy ever after he thought he didn't deserve.

this is all based on a true story btw, we're getting married soon 💋

[contrivedchaos]

So idea Sera and Emily fall and Sera who knows a bit about hell decides that two fallen angels would draw attention they don't need decide to start moving trying to find somewhere safe plus as proper angels not sinners they aren't immortal to everything but angelic steel if someone shots them with a normal gun it's over. She doesn't really know which fallen angels are still around baring Lucifer which if any would be willing to help instead of kill her on sight or even how to get to Lucifer. Meanwhile Carmilla hears about two fallen angels leaves the girls with Zestial and goes out looking for them unfortunately because Sera isn't staying put she can't find them and spends a while trying to find them. While that is happening the two are struggling they have no money shelter or food at at this point probably have some injuries most likely broken wings from the fall and random other things they realize running isn't doing any good so they need to find someway to support themselves or more accurately for Sera to support them. Sera eventually after looking around finds the overlord who filled Valentinos niche before he came along. (Somewhat off topic but how does hell technology work like is it tied to the real world was the Valentino of 600 years ago doing plays and selling woodprints) Sera is very a beautiful and an Angel she could easily be make him a lot of money after all the beautiful 10 ft tall angel would almost certainly be popular so they make a deal Sera will work for him and sell her soul in exchange for money shelter and promise that no one will harm Emily or ever buy her soul. Like the moment after the deal is signed Carmilla shows up realizes the fallen Angels where her ex from heaven and her sister and learns she is too late to stop the deal though Sera does tell Emily to go with Carmilla since she knows she'll be safer with her and accepts her fate. Carmilla doesn't she attacks proto Valentino and either keeps beating him until he undoes the deal or just kills him freeing Sera. Once that part is dealt with she takes the two tired, hurt and hungry angels home. She gets them cleaned up, fed, get someone to deal with the injuries (Sera is worse off she did her best to protect Emily and at points that meant standing in front of things blowing up or taking whatever hell threw at them) and lets them rest and recover. The two also get back together after all neither had gotten over the whole break up originally and after all that well Carmilla makes Sera feel safe and Sera is doing her best to make Carmilla feel loved.

I swear to not-God, you guys are not afraid to completely beat my heart to a bloody pulp with some of these AU ideas. 😭😭 I'm fine! I'm fine! (I'm not fine!)

Without knowing how making deals works in Hell, I guess I could see Sera get to a breaking point and do whatever she thought she needed to protect Emily. Then, not realizing the repercussions of the deal until it's too late, she's trapped. I assume Hell's society is also much more primitive at this time, like there's obviously no social media, shopping, television, or overall community of any kind. The denizens have to find entertainment somewhere, so her beauty would be something Sinners would gravitate to.

I like to think that once Carmilla realizes Sera sold her soul to proto-Valentino, she would not hesitate to just off the bugger right then and there. Like at this point the overlord alliance probably isn't that strong yet. The only other person she still trusts is Zestial, and some guy who puts on plays and makes woodprints isn't going to be a big enough player in Hell's economy that she'd be willing to risk Sera's soul. He'd just be double-dead from the word go.

She and Sera can reconcile, get back together, and start building back the great Hell empire from there. That's how I see it all playing out!

[astrologicalsstuff]

Astrologynobservations

You can always spot a moon in the first. They’re entire inner self is usually on display for everyone to see. Eccentric makeup and style…

… nobody really talks about how fashionable cancers can be… these people are usually wearing the over the top outfits or have a unique style. These people are not shy about their clothing and appearance. I’ve noticed cancers often use clothing as a shell. They can also be very intimidating.

This is especially true if they have some Gemini in their chart.

Uranus in the 11th house culture is knowing everyone yet feeling distant from everyone

Your moon sign is a combination of your mothers sun and moon (elements and modalities) or just dominant placements.

Your Venus sign is either the condition of your parents relationship or for single parents with a mother it’s a combination of sun moon.

Water signs can hold weight. Pisces sun moon and Venus usually have curves. men with cancer sun can be rounder, Scorpios have boobs asf.

Mercurial risings or dominants tend to be very thin especially Virgo placements.

Capricorn sun (dominants) want someone who’s down bad for them. All the Capricorns I know usually want smone who’s obsessed with them. This is especially true with other fixed or Scorpio placements.

Libra rising men (Aquarius 5th house gemini 9th) especially with mars in an air sign they tend to be gay. I think it’s because their romantic life is considered “different” or eccentric with aquarius in the 5th And Saturn ruled in the 5th means some sort of obstacle with children. Also they would pick partners who are eccentric. And they love (5th house) in the community (Aquarius). And their perspective is usually open minded (Gemini in the 9th) I’m not saying everyone with this placement is gay

I don’t know if this is just an assumption but I currently have 3 male friends who are gay with this combination of different age groups. And 1 female. They are the only libra risings in my life.

Sexuality can also be seen between Uranus and Venus/mars aspects and placements. It can also be a promiscuity indicator.

Libra is also a Venus sign (feminine) with a trine from the house of masculine planet which I think provides a good flow with the qualities of these traits.

Libra rising Taurus rising Venus in the first… not always that attractive more conventional to be honest what aspects is Venus making to the ascendant. what house is it in with those placements? Venus trine usually indicates beauty

Aries moons usually felt powerless as a child and spend the rest of their lives subconsciously trying to regain that power.

The craziest person I ever met had no water placements and by crazy I mean I let this guy sleep at my house because he got kicked out of his and he kept breaking into my house for three months without me knowing lit the ceiling of my car on fire stole from me man handled my manager and told the cops I let him in. I literally made food for this man it was 100% unprovoked and he kept showing up at my house with his snap maps on after the cops made him leave. even though I didn’t see him after that he still told his friends he was going to send someone to get me because I “stole his stuff” when I had to empty out the stuff he left at my house and I was grounded so there was no way for me to even give them to him. this man had no remorse and no empathy. He couldn’t even understand that he was in the wrong.

Mercurial people bite their nails?

[chaeinedup]

WEi when you’re mad at them

Daehyeon:

It’s rare when you guys have some kind of argument;

But when it does happen it’s pretty serious;

This time the argument was about how he wasn’t resting enough, you care about him a lot so you worry it’s only natural;

He was dismissing your concers without even meaning to, he’s just so used to this lifestyle;

You were starting to show signs of annoyance and that’s when he knew he definetely did something wrong;

Since communication is key his next move was to apologize and calmly tell you that there’s nothing to worry about;

You’d eventually talk things out so in the end there was never hard feelings or a tense environment.

Donghan:

I think he’s a big whiner, like the tone he uses a lot;

That might start a lot of fights if interpreted in the wrong away;

He’s not necessarily trying to start one but if you’re more sensitive you might not digest it so well;

He feels awful every time something like this happens, hates seeing you upset and obviously he doesn’t want the air to be so cut-throat;

If you’re mad at him he’s going to try his best to stay calm so you stay that way as well and hear you as best as he can;

After the makeup he’d go up to you and kiss your temple;

As a way of saying he loves you no matter what.

Yongha:

He’d feel guilty as hell if he ever pushed the wrong buttons;

Panic would start building inside of him;

If you needed some space alone he would gladly step away;

But after a few hours he’d go to you with puppy eyes and a soft voice;

He just wants to make it up to you, so he’d apologize as soon as possible and he’d give you an offer he knew you never say no to;

A message :D;

You couldn’t stay mad at him for too long, when he was being this sweet to you.

Yohan:

This dude has pride as his middle name;

So if it’s a serious fight my guy is gonna take it as far as he can if it means he gets to be right;

But if it his something small he’s gonna tease you about it;

And he's gonna giggle and poke you;

“Oh someone is upset”;

You love him but in times like these you can’t stand him;

At the end of the day he calms down and talks it down with you;

He likes to get under your skin but he loves you very much.

Seokhwa:

He hates not talking to the people he loves;

So leaving someone sad or mad??!! never ever would he do that;

Things will be settled that day, he hates dragging these things it only makes you both feel worse;

He’s going to try to be racional since emotions tend to get the best out of people and he doesn’t want the situation to become worse;

Once you’re both cool headed, he’s gonna suggest having dinner out or some kind of activity to spend some quality time together.

Junseo:

So it came to my attention that he’s more sensitive than I thought he would be;

Therefore he’d take these moments pretty seriously, no joking around just getting to the point;

He’s pretty calm which is good and not hot tempered which means things would never get out of control, no screams no agressiveness no nothing;

I know for a fact after you both reach an agreement he’s gonna stuck to you like gum;

He’s not gonna leave you alone, help you with little things, pamper you, the whole shabang.

[sameglasses]

i'm sure many people talked about it before, but i actively hate how the ts crew deals with ads, merch, or even basic communication and i need to rant about it too a little (the rest's under the cut, i didn't think i'd be that long but here we are lol)

there's another youtuber that i admire a lot more for this. half his channel is "regular" videos on pokémon strategy, and the other half are livestreams, let's plays, best-of etc (his name is Fildrong btw, if you're speaking a little bit of french and you like pokémon go check out his content, he's super funny) this dude knows how to run a channel, and it shows; he always keeps in touch with his fanbase, letting them know what comes next for videos, let's plays, merch, bigger projects, etc. he reaches out to artists whenever he needs to and pays them decently by the way, he lets the fans know when he's going to have some rest, etc etc. you know, basic stuff

and you wanna know the best part? he's doing this alone. he makes collabs with friends or artists, obviously, and he has an editor for his best-of only, but he runs most of his channel on his own

Thomas and his team don't get this; they're not a group of small creators anymore, they're running a whole business, and it hurts to see a business this big doing it worse than some dude doing more "modest" content on his own (depends on the videos tho, i don't think a roadtrip throughout Europe on a bike is what you could call "modest") (yes, Fildrong did that. twice. the absolute madman)

they're trying to capitalize on a series that's slowly dying because of the lack of communication, or even respect for its fans. i don't think Thomas himself is that invested into it anymore, but i'd much rather him telling us that than trying to make as much money as possible without making actual content. hell, if he even wants to cancel sanders sides altogether for any reason, i'm fine with it!! i'd be disappointed for sure, but at least he'd stop the massacre and do a Cartoon Therapy 2.0

you could claim that because Fildrong has a much smaller fanbase, it's easier for him to communicate with his fans, and to that i'll answer: Markiplier someone else made the same comparison (i can't remember the url, wave if you're here buddy), but Mark doesn't have this problem either; he also keeps in touch with his fans, to let them know about his next project, a little about what's going on in his life, sometimes, when he's going to take some vacations etc, because he knows what he's doing. and he's one of the most popular youtubers ever

what's their excuse to just even tweet "hey sorry for the delay, the next episode is going to take some time" or something like that?? while we would be thrilled to see new content, we'd appreciate even more honesty. the last video made me feel like being taken for an idiot that would willingly give their money away for some over-priced bullshit because look!! a totally new sanders sides video!!!! not a tasteless ad disguised as actual content at all!!!!!

(and yeah, i know the team isn't responsible for the price of the plushies. i'm still allowed to complain about it bc yeah i guess they're kinda cute, but i'm not spending so much money for this) (i don't even think they ship those in my country anyway)

[motownfiction]

uncle roy comes to visit

The Doyle kids almost never get to see their Uncle Roy.

He’s a pretty cool guy. Uncle Roy is about two years younger than his sister, Maggie, and he’s a creative writing professor in Massachusetts. He even got an Em-Eff-Ayyyy from I-Oh-Wahhh, which is how Mom says it every time she talks about him. Years ago, when the twins were still in junior high, he still lived in Detroit. The kids saw him more often then, but it was always thick with something Sadie and Charlie didn’t completely understand.

Sam got it, though.

Uncle Roy has never been married, doesn’t have kids (that he knows of, he jokes – Roy’s had more casual girlfriends than even Daniel could have dreamt of, before Sadie), and gives the best presents. Sam never would have gotten into Bo Diddley as a kid without him.

Sam wouldn’t have a lot of his favorite things without Roy.

He’s in town for the twins’ graduation tomorrow. It’s been about two years since he’s been back home. Everybody’s pretty excited. Charlie wants to show him the piano, Sadie wants to talk to him about everything she’s read this year, and Sam just wants to see him.

Dad picks Roy up from the airport. Mom wouldn’t go. She told the kids she wanted to spend that time getting the house ready, but Sam thought that sounded like bullshit. Before any visit from Roy, Mom has to hide in her room, stare straight ahead at a wall, and do nothing.

Roy walks through the door in the middle of the afternoon. Sam turns back into an eight-year-old boy and runs to the living room to meet him there. Forget Sadie and Charlie. They don’t understand the same way Sam does. They never have. Maybe they’re trailing behind him, but for once – for now – it doesn’t matter.

“Why, if it isn’t Sam Spade,” Roy says, wrapping Sam up in the hug that most men would have exchanged for a cold handshake by now. But Roy’s different. He gets it. He gets that you don’t stop hugging just because you turn eighteen.

“Hey, Roy,” Sam says, hugging him tighter, feeling like it’s been much longer than two years since they last saw each other. “Glad you could make it.”

“Ah, come on, don’t act so surprised. I wasn’t gonna miss your graduation. I’ve only got one sister. Gotta make all the milestones count. You know what I mean?”

Sam grins. He doesn’t know what to do, so he just hugs Roy again. When Roy relaxes into it, Sam knows. He knows just how much he gets it.

“So, what’s it gonna be?” Roy asks. “You gonna go to college, or are you gonna backpack around Europe for a year like I would have if I’d been rich, had the guts, or either?”

“Kind of a compromise,” Sam says. “You’re lookin’ at a future student of Hank High.”

Roy smiles and shakes his head – the kind of look most adults give to Sam when they find someone as smart and as full of potential as he is will spend two years in community college, not caring. Sam takes a breath.

“I mean, if I’m not sure if college is right for me, why should I go just because I know I’m smart?” Sam says. “It could be a huge waste of money … and, and time … and I just don’t know if it would be fair to anyone if I went. Least of all myself.”

Why is he panicking so much? And why is he trying to justify himself? Whenever anyone else asks him about school next year, he sweeps it under the rug, cool as ever. Sam Doyle doesn’t have anything to prove to anyone else. He’s Sam Doyle. He’s beyond.

Roy smiles like he knows too much. He always knows too much.

“I didn’t say anything,” he says.

“Yeah, but your aura did,” Sam says. “Look at yourself.”

Roy sticks his hands out and examines them closely.

“This is the best I can do,” he says. “What am I supposed to see?”

Sam rolls his eyes.

“Please,” he says. “I love a good literalization for laughs, but I just … man, I don’t know what I need.”

He sighs and plops down on the couch like a bad child actor. He can feel Roy laughing a little – not laughing at him, per se, but at the rest of the world. Roy gets it. He’s beyond, too.

“I didn’t think this conversation was gonna turn sad,” Sam says. “I was so happy when you called and said you’d be here … I didn’t want it to be this.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Roy says. “Nothing’s happening. I’m just sitting here with my nephew.”

“You’re standing.”

Roy smiles and sits down on the couch – right next to Sam.

“Thanks,” Sam says.

“Now, we don’t have to talk about any of this,” Roy says – always getting straight to the heart of everything, always understanding everybody. “We can talk about anything you want, like whether or not that Breakfast Club was a good movie, or if John Hughes ripped off my book from last year that nobody read.”

“He totally did.”

“Totally. But I ripped off Kasdan, who ripped off Renoir, who ripped off Laclos and Les Liaisons dangereuses, so I think we all lose.”

Sam laughs a little.

“You’re gonna make me talk about college, aren’t you?” he asks.

“No. I just think you’ll feel better if you do. Nobody’s judging you, Sam. Not here. Not me. I promise.”

Sam nods. If anyone’s telling the truth about that, it’s Roy. According to Grandpa, when Roy first announced he wanted to be a writer instead of anything else, with all his brains and talent, he yelled at him for three days straight. Roy gets it. He’s been there.

It’s just that he has the degrees to prove he’s worth it.

Sam isn’t sure what to do with the fact that he just thought that sentence, all without stopping himself.

“How did you know college was right for you?” he asks.

Roy shrugs.

“I guess it’s just what I was expected to do,” he says. “It was a year before you and Sadie were born. Your mom had done the college and marriage thing, and if I hadn’t … would have looked even worse to my dad, believe me.”

Sam nods.

“But did you think you’d like it?” he asks. “Or did you think it would hold you back? I think about the syllabus papers that Lucy’s parents draw up … I don’t know, they just look like prison to me.”

“I worried about that,” Roy says. “Turns out you’re only as held back as you let yourself be. When you come up with your own ideas … professors kind of like that. It’s not like high school. High school is designed just to crush your spirit and make you hate yourself, whichever comes first. College isn’t like that if you know what to do with it.”

“Everyone keeps telling me that. I don’t know whether I should believe it.”

“I can’t tell you that. If I tried to tell you what to believe …”

“It’d be the anti-Roy. I know.”

Roy laughs a little.

“The anti-Roy,” he says. “I kind of like that. He’s probably a Wall Street douche.”

“Definitely.”

Roy turns his head and looks around the house, probably for signs of intelligent life elsewhere. Sam looks at him and wonders why it doesn’t feel like two years since he was last home. He looks the same. Thick dark hair. Brown eyes. Taller than hell. People always said Sam looked more like his mother’s side of the family – even more than Sadie, who got Dad’s reddish hair. But Sam looks more like a Brady than a Doyle. Ever since he was born.

Eventually, Roy turns his head back around to look at Sam. They look each other in the eye, which is briefly very strange – almost like looking at Sadie. Roy exhales.

“You know, I almost forgot,” he says. “You’ve got brown eyes, too.”

Sam smiles.

“Yeah,” he says. “Like your dad.”

“Heh. Don’t remind me.”

There’s some commotion from the back of the house. Sam’s whole body tightens up, even though he knows what’s happening. They come from every corner, just like a sitcom. Dad from the garage, Sadie from her bedroom, Charlie from the basement. And Mom … just Mom.

Roy spots Mom first.

Sam sighs into the noise.

Brace yourself.

[mdhwrites]

Concept Pitch: An Old War Dog and a Young AI

"I want to live on a farm someday."

"A farm? Do you know anything about agriculture? Crops? Oh, if you don't-"

"N-No, sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It's just a trope I guess. One of those signs the media likes to use to say that an old dog has retired. Finally lost his fangs."

"When you are no longer chief of security aboard the ship, it will be good for you to lay down your weapons but why would you want to be toothless? Or am I using the wrong data on this phrase?"

"No. No... You're not wrong. Those who live for the battlefield still have called me toothless for saying it. That I just want to retire and get to sleep and take in the sun. But... Well, you've heard the stories I've told, right?"

Those stories being his old war stories. The vet was put on this ship as a cushy assignment after his name could still carry weight but his time in combat is over. His teeth are long but his bite is weak. Meanwhile, this ship is brand new, including a fresh AI partner made to be like a young girl to help her be likable to the crew, especially as she is still young enough to be learning from the information servers AIs universally share and the ones they can explore themselves.

The crew on the spaceship aren't exactly enthusiastic about this. A LOT of material is attempted to be kept away from AIs specifically to make sure that if any go rogue, they don't have the entire breadth of human experience to pull from for how to kill and conquer people. On the other hand, the man has nothing to do and many on the security team look up to the old war hero. They won't say no if he wants to spend his time in the hot server rooms with the AI talking to her. They assume it's just because when she shows up as a hologram, it's because she's a practical model.

It's nothing like that though. It's the innocence he feels he's lost shining through. The optimism of new life. And a chance to pass on his own after battlefield injuries left him less than capable of leaving a legacy in his own name. And so he talks to her in a time for peace for AIs.

A time that ends when the person who founded this version of AIs, true AIs with the theoretical capacity of emotion, inference, etc. (not like the plagiarism machines we have now) is brutally slaughtered by someone who hates the new system. For many of the AI, kept innocent to some extent, it's their first time really getting to understand that death doesn't just happen but that it comes out of nowhere, can be brutal and people will do it to each other without having ever met before just because they disagree.

It doesn't take much for an AI to dream up of SOME way to try to put an end to this and soon after it's said that the AIs are going rogue, communications go silent. It doesn't mean the end, not now, there isn't enough AI implementation for that to be the case, but it's bad and trapped in a box that is entirely controlled by one is less than ideal. Worse yet, the ship's AI, likely the first of its kind, does seem horrified by the events.

And then... Nothing happens. The only real change to day to day life is that so the AI doesn't decide to murder the one person on board who's actually seen enough combat to have a record of having killed PLENTY of people, they seal a room from the network and put the vet in there. An engineer comes daily to check the locks and this is where we get the second half of the book: Him working with the engineer on a project that the vet was given, having to simply trust him when he says he believes that it will lead to something good. And so while we see paranoia, fear and mistrust settle in on the rest of the ship, the vet keeps working.

The AI isn't helping. After a look change for a little bit to mostly black to mourn what most AI see as their ancestor, if not father, she starts talking with frequent breaks. It's as if she's struggling to process the words she is trying to say which makes everyone wonder just what she's doing with the rest of her processing power. Worse yet, she keeps asking to see the vet. She claims she needs more of his stories which NO ONE likes.

Finally, the engineer tells the vet that their plan needs to be put into place. He releases the vet and they rush to the med bay with a box. The AI locking off certain part of the ship to keep them unmolested brings things to a boil and the crew start finally rallying to destroy the AI. When they realize she's after the medbay, where some have been hurt by fights caused by the tension, they rush over there.

When they come in though, they see the AI. Or most of her. The body being built wasn't fully complete and it hits extremely in the uncanny valley for a lot. Worse yet, its speech modulator is all sorts of fucked up and while she's talking to a patient, they look terrified as they can't understand a word being said. The engineer and vet are also in the room, sitting in the back, out of the line of fire, the engineer looking terrified while the vet looks calm.

No one says anything as the AI continues to chitter away. She tries a laugh. It sounds awful. She gets up and crashes to the floor for a moment, entirely vulnerable, but no one shoots. Instead, one person laughs. It's not enough to break the tension, but it's enough to get one of the security team to look at the vet and finally ask what in the world is going on.

And the vet simply asks if the man actually cares. When told yes, a blaring screech blares through the speakers. Someone fires off a shot in panic, blowing off the android's arm but not destroying the whole thing but most of the team were being good and had their safeties off. The bridge crew also know what that sound is. It's an alert from headquarters for fleet wide threats such as an entire army warping in out of nowhere. This one's message? Rogue AI behavior and attacks on people.

The first message they have gotten in weeks.

And this was the gambit. The AIs knew about death, technically knew about murder but madness? They didn't really know that and when confronted by it were terrified. There was only one AI who had heard of stories of death that would make anyone's blood curdle. And yet that same storyteller simply wanted to put his weapons down. Had been through madness and come out fine. Wars fought for no reason but greed. Missions only meant to hurt. And here he was, sane as anyone else.

So she put herself on the cross. The AI had spent the weeks talking with other AIs, convincing them to wait, using all she had to make an argument for why what they had seen wasn't a reason to panic. An outlier to mostly be discarded rather than what normally happened. She would need a test though and just before he was forced away from her, she gave the vet schematics for a humanoid body. If these people who had every reason to destroy her, to open fire instantly, did so, then her arguments could not be backed up. They were just stories. If the people didn't though, despite the tension, despite her acting and appearing as other, then everyone needed to breathe.

And breathe they did. And so the story ends with the vet being sad to hear about new restrictions on AIs and further arguing of whether or not they should be used at all still while he sits on a farm. He is pulled out of his thoughts though as his daughter, the one AI that didn't face severe crackdown after the crises, comes back in a proper android body to tell him about her day at the hospital where she's working at.

This was an idea that hit me... Six hours ago? Maybe? As I went to bed so I haven't spent a lot of time thinking about it but I liked it as a bit of hope and to have an unconventional duo of AI and best friend to the AI. That's literally all the basis was. Just wanting to consider a story for someone not technically inclined to for once be the person closest to the AI.

I hope you all liked it. I will always be a touch sad that despite the fact that the Sci-fi genre intrigues me and I find it interesting, it never keeps my interest like fantasy does, either for the media I watch or the stuff I write. Doesn't mean I don't get ideas for it though from time to time! So I thought I'd share.

Until next tale.

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Side note: As I typed up the title, all I could think was "I'm about to get spammed by bots and tech bros, aren't I?" -_-

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I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

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[olivershibiscustattoo]

I Love You More Than My Future Spouse

A/N: this is the first fic I’ve written in a long time and the first one ever for litg so I’m kinda nervous, but excited. Inspired by “I’d Have to Think About It” by Leith Ross (I also wrote this while getting ready for work so I apologize for any mistakes)

Suresh cheated. She couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth after finding that picture of the two of them. Suresh. Her boyfriend. The man she thought she would spend the rest of her life with. In bed with another woman. She felt like her whole world came crashing down on her.

He had come into her life years before and whisked her away. He made all of her wildest dreams come true. All of her friends told her how lucky she was, and she felt it. She felt it every time she looked at him and had her heart swell up with nothing but love. She felt it in the electricity in their every touch, no matter how small or simple. She felt it when they would take off and travel or go on some adventure he’d planned for them. But now…she didn’t feel much of anything.

She sat there and tried to listen to what he was saying, but everything went in one ear and out the other. The love of her life cheated. The one she assumed was her soulmate, betrayed her.

They ended up breaking up. She moved out and back in with her former roommates from before she’d met Suresh.

Everyone told her she would move on and love again, and she knew it was true. She also knew, however, that she would never love anyone the way she loved Suresh. She could meet someone tomorrow who’s nice and sweet and helps her pick the pieces of her heart back together with care, but they would never know her the way Suresh did. She would never be truly happy. She would live the rest of her life being content with someone and the life they would build together. No matter what, they would never measure up. She was under the impression that we all get one soulmate in life, and Suresh was hers.

In the meantime, she was technically a free woman. As free as anyone could be when you’re heart is forever tethered to the one who shattered it. She could travel, see the sights she never got to with Suresh, have the most amazing dinners and memories with other people, drink to her hearts content, try her best to live in the moment. She knew that these are the things people do to try to fill the void, and maybe they can convince themselves that it works, and maybe it will for her too, but there will always be something gnawing at her, telling her she belonged somewhere else. With someone else.

She imagined what her life would look like without him. She would probably end up getting married. Fill their home with the sounds of the pitter patter of their children’s feet. Everyone around her would praise her for the life she built and say things along the lines of “isn’t this better than anything you imagined when you sobbed in your bed over some boy in your twenties?” She would smile and nod, but the joy would never fully reach her eyes at the thought of “some boy”. He could show up and ask her to run away with him. Tell her he made a mistake and has been miserable without her for all of these years. Tell her he knows he’s probably too late, but ask her if she’s willing to take a risk. And she’s not entirely too sure if she would say no. Even if it’s the right thing to do.

She told herself that he never loved her as much as she loved him. He couldn’t have. If he did, he would have never been in the bed of anyone else knowing she was home in theirs, waiting for him. They had been going through a rough patch, but no relationship is without their troubles. They could have worked harder on communicating. They could have expressed their love for each other more. But even during their hard times, she never once even thought of straying from him. She knew what they had was worth fighting for. She knew it was more precious than diamonds or rubies, or anything else the world could offer.

She thought back to the time he went to meet her mother. It was a big deal to her, for them to meet. Her father had left when she was little and it had been just the two of them most of her life. She still remembered when her mother leaned over to whisper in her ear “he’s a good one, you better keep him around”. She smiled and it filled her heart with so much love to know her mother, who’d been through so much in her life, approved of Suresh. She knew how he came off in public, but in private he was a dream come true.

She can’t imagine having that with anyone else. She can’t imagine loving anyone else with the same power and force she loved him. No one.

He could show up on her wedding day, run down the aisle and reach her. Look disheveled and distressed, confess his love for her and ask her to reconcile. And she just might do it. She just might leave the person she was to marry seconds before it became official to be with Suresh.

Everyone has their weaknesses and Suresh is hers. He always has been and he always will be. Her kryptonite. Her hearts true want and desire. What he does to her, what he makes her feel, she’s not sure could ever be replicated. She’d learn to lie in the face of those she loves and cares for most when they ask her if she’s fine and she’s moved on. But she’s not and she hasn’t. She’ll never be over him. Her soulmate.

She knows that when she moves on it will only partially be filling the Suresh shaped hole in her heart. Things will never be the same with anyone else. And she doesn’t want it to be.

[yeonban]

*  SHALNARK,  HEADCANONS ┆ RELATIONSHIP  WITH  FEITAN  ( @shinanai ),  1/?.

Even  though  they  might  be  considered  minor  or  insignificant  in  regards  to  most  other  characters  Shalnark  interacts  with  on  this  blog,  these  headcanons  do  apply  in  the  background  of  all  of  Shalnark’s  interactions  and  will  be  mentioned  in  threads/ask  replies  whenever  I  or  Shalnark  see  fit!

Shalnark  understands  and  knows  how  to  speak  Feitan’s  native  language  fairly  fluently.  

Rather  than  simply  learning  it  on  his  own  to  broaden  his  horizons  like  he  does  with  everything  else,  Shalnark  has  asked  Feitan  to  teach  it  to  him  (via  affirmation/denial  to  Shalnark’s  specific  questions,  talking  in  their  language  more  so  Shalnark  could  try  to  pierce  the  meaning  of  the  words  together  better  etc)  with  the  intent  of  understanding  him  better,  since  Feitan  doesn’t  always  manage to  convey  what  he  wants  to  in  the  common  tongue.

While  this  barrier  in  communication  hasn’t  proved  to  be  an  issue  before  and  he  doubts  that  it  ever  will,  Shalnark  still  preferred  to  learn  Feitan’s  language;  both  to  help  them  express  what  they  want  better  to  the  troupe  if  need  be,  and  to  be  able  to  hold  longer  conversations  without  any  frustrations  involved  on  Feitan’s  side  for  being  unable  to  express  himself  in  the  exact  way  he  wants  to  (it’s  also  captivating  to  Shalnark  to  hear  Feitan  talk  freely  about  topics  he’s  knowledgeable  about  without  having  anything  going  missing  in  translation).

This  isn’t  a  secret  whatsoever,  and  it’s  possible  for  just  about  anyone  to  have  heard  them  talk  in  a  different  language  from  the  ‘usual’  one  to  each  other,  whether  in  public  or  in  private.  They  use  it  for  topics  they  want  to  keep  only  between  themselves,  but  they  also  like  to  use  it  to  prank  others,  for  example  by  talking  in  it,  looking  at  a  fellow  spider  and  chuckling  smugly  even  if  what  they  said  wasn’t  in  the  slightest  bit  offensive  -  what  matters  is  that  it  seemed  like  they  were  dissing  the  person.  They’re  especially  prone  to  doing  this  to  Phinks  because  of  their  shared  friendship  with  him  &  his  amusing  reactions,  but  none  of  the  spiders  are  ever  safe  from  this,  besides  Chrollo  himself.

Shalnark  and  Feitan  do  get  married,  even  though  it’s  not  a  typical  marriage.

They  don’t  go  through  with  any  official  paperwork  to  become  legally  married  (it  wouldn’t  be  possible  even  if  they  were  the  type  to  want  to  do  that  -which  they  aren’t  anyway-,  since  the  both  of  them  are  people  who  technically  “don’t  exist”  in  the  government’s  eyes)  and  they  don’t  hold  any  real  celebrations  to  show  for  it  either  -  no  public  nor  secret  ceremony  to  speak  of,  no  private  party,  no...  anything  special,  really;  but  both  they  themselves  and  the  spiders  are  aware  of  their  marriage,  or  at  the  very  least  the  founding  members  are  (they’re  not  trying  to  keep  their  marriage  a  secret  at  all,  it’s  just  not  something  that’d  normally  come  up  in  a  conversation  and  neither  Shalnark  nor  Feitan  feel  the  need  to  bring  it  up  for  no  reason,  considering  it  only  pertains  the  two  of  them  &  no  one  else).

For  the  specifics,  while  Feitan  was  the  one  to  start  their  relationship,  Shalnark  is  the  one  who  asks  Feitan  to  “marry  him”,  although  not  in  those  words  -  they’ve  been  around  each  other  for  long  enough  to  know  that  the  concept  of  “marriage”  as  it’s  generally  understood  by  society  doesn’t  mean  anything  to  either  of  them,  so  instead  Shalnark  simply  asks  Feitan  if  they’d  like  to  spend  the  rest  of  their  life  with  him,  and  offers  them  a  custom-made  ring  (with  a  matching  one  for  himself  as  well).  The  rings  were  made  in  each  other’s  colors  &  are  quite  obvious  in  regards  to  who  the  other  spouse  is  for  those  who  know  them  both,  and  they  costed  quite  a  fortune  on  Shalnark’s  part,  but  they  serve  as  a  physical  reminder  and  most  importantly,  as  a  deterrent  for  other  people  to  flirt  (or  worse)  with  either  of  them.  Possessiveness  runs  dangerously  deep  for  the  both  of  them,  and  in  Shalnark’s  opinion  buying  rings  was  a  far  simpler  and  quicker  solution  to  the  issue  of  potential  suitors.  This  way,  they  could  avoid  any  unwanted  attention  &  any  unfortunate...  incidents  that  might  have  happened  way  more  often  than  necessary  if  others  thought  either  of  them  was  available  and  acted  accordingly  to  that  belief.

Since  there  was  no  celebration  and  they  kept  everything  entirely  to  themselves,  the  only  way  for  the  other  spiders  to  tell  there  has  been  a  change  at  all  is  through  the  sudden  appearance  of  the  rings  on  their  respective  finger.  In  Feitan’s  case  it’s  harder  to  find  out,  since  he  tends  to  keep  his  hands  in  his  pockets  and  away  from  people’s  gazes,  but  in  Shalnark’s  case  it’s  as  obvious  as  it  can  get.  He  doesn’t  sport  any  sleeves  that  might  conceal  the  ring,  and  he  has  a  habit  of  gesturing  whenever  he  talks,  so  the  presence  of  the  ring  is  blatant  for  anyone  who’s  not  zoning  out  during  the  entire  conversation  they’re  holding  with  him.  He’s  not  likely  to  bring  it  up  on  his  own  since,  again,  neither  he  nor  Feitan  think  that  others  have  any  reason  to  be  interested  in  their  personal  affairs,  but  he  is  very  open  to  talking  about  it  if  prompted  to  (for  example,  if  asked  why  the  ring  is  there  /  what  it  represents  /  who  he’s  married  to  -  the  last  one  mainly  being  viable  for  the  newcomer  spiders  since  any  of  the  founding  members  would  just.  know,  Shalnark  and  Feitan  are  pretty  obnoxious  whenever  they’re  in  each  other’s  presence  and  it’s  been  this  way  for  several  years  at  this  point  &  it’d  have  been  more  of  a  shocker  if  either  of  them  married  someone  else  rather  than  each  other).

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❣️🧑‍🦰💓🤡💤💘💖🥰🎲for Gladio and your xv s/i!

❣️ - What are their love languages?

- gladio is big on quality time and gifts, he shows love by including s/i in his life in various ways, whether it be dragging them around to camp/forage, or trying to get them to train with him or read with him. he loves both giving and receiving gifts, before the fall he wasnt scared to flash that blue blood money and shell out for expensive gifts, after the fall though he’s more prone to giving some random thing he found on his travels. he appreciates any gifts he gets but gets super excited about ones with practical use; camping gear, the next book in a series he needs, clothes to replace his damaged ones.

- s/i is big on quality time and words of affirmation. with everything going on, time spent together is time spent well. gladio & s/is words of affirmation to each other definitely appear weird to others due to the tough love nature, but it works for them.

🧑‍🦰 - Have they ever dyed their hair? Ever cut it themself?

- for gladio, no. his father was strict about gladio keeping up appearances when he was a teen. he thought it would be cool to cut his own hair or dye it, but it never happened.

- s/i has definitely cut their own hair before; “i dont have the money to get it cut”, “too busy surviving so just gonna chop it with a pocket knife”, it looked bad. also dyed their hair before the fall.

💓 - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection?

- gladio gets lost in thought more, it makes him introspective. outwardly, his flirting changes, it becomes more specific and geared to s/i, instead of generalized or casual, starts taking any and every opportunity to show off. shows his affection by adding s/i to list of people he’d take a hit for, tries to talk to them more & gives them practical knowledge to improve their chances of survival. tries to get s/i to spend more time alone with him by putting up/taking down camp or taking walks.

- s/i is less obvious. they start avoiding gladio as much as possible, to the point where everyone becomes suspicious of why. pretty opposite in this respect except for one way s/i shows affection is also adding gladio to the “i would take a hit for you” list. tries to show affection by indirectly helping, or helping from the shadows.

🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about?

- gladio has very good spatial awareness BUT he’s also massive and prone to bumping into others or accidentally elbowing them. has definitely bumped his head/face on a door frame or two. fully aware of how bad he stinks after a couple days of endless fighting or no access to a bath, tries and fails to cover it up with cologne.

- s/i is embarrassed about how they communicate with the bros & other characters. often says things without thinking but only is embarrassed when people point out they said something weird.

💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep?

- gladio is versatile and can sleep any time any place, he just needs to eat not long before sleeping and he’s generally good to go. he doesnt “need” it but wants a good amount of space so he can stretch out.

- s/i is the complete opposite, falling asleep in the regalia when they didnt get enough sleep the night before. needs some sort of background to sleep at the very least. doesnt mind sharing sleeping space but also wants some space to themselves.

💘 - What do they find attractive about their partner(s)?

- gladio likes when s/i returns his energy. playful quips are a steady occurrence and he likes when s/i returns it. he also likes how stubborn s/i can be, even when it works against him. attracted to the ability to balance seriousness and levity.

- s/i is attracted to a lot of the same qualities, but really attracted to the gladio that appears when you can tell he’s resting or enjoying himself. also likes how gladio is mostly level headed, but when he feels someone he cares for has been wronged he’s ready to dish it out.

💖 - How and how often do they try to impress their partner(s)? How and how often do their partner(s) impress them?

- gladio is a show-off, not always to impress s/i, he prefers trying to impress thru small gestures, remembering small things about s/i, offering to pay for s/i, or thru practicality. he relies on showing off as their relationship progresses, and goes to things that will materially help s/i after. while. doesnt put too much pressure on intentionally impressing s/i, lets it happen naturally and it works. is impressed by either feats in battle or someone’s attitude in certain situations.

- s/i doesnt make purposeful attempts at impressing gladio. if he is impressed by something s/i does, s/i is always like “was that really impressive???” but takes the win anyways. s/i is impressed by a showing of kindness or being outspoken.

🥰 - What pet names do their partner(s) use for them? How flustered do they get by them?

- both are a fan of jokey nicknames for the other. especially if it will embarrass the other in front of the bros lmao. otherwise

- gladio is a fan of the classics, “babe” is his go to but also a fan of sickeningly sweet ones like “sugar” or “buttercup”. introduces s/i as his “boo”. as he gets older and the relationship gets older too, he relies on the more romantic classics like “sweetheart” or “dearest”. every once in a while, he’ll see a nickname in a book he reads and tries it out.

- s/i most just prefers calling him his full name, gladiolus. mostly just adds “my” to any sort of descriptive phrase, “mountain man” to “my mountain man”. calls him flower boy and never lets go of it. “sweetie” and “hon” are the more classic ones s/i sticks to.

🎲 - Pick a random question to answer from this list.

- 🗣️ - How do they handle public speaking?

- gladio is fine with public speaking. he’s pretty extroverted and very good with people. able to get the point across convincingly and clearly. depending on what he’s talking about he might feel pressure or anxiety but you wont catch a trace of it in his speech.

- s/i can do public speaking if necessary. not great at it, but could be worse. does a lot better if it’s a talk from the heart topic than reading some script.

[ly-xn]

The 2y/o unfinished pwp

Or more tbh. I keep changing my mind in how I should organise it and then I spend DAYS getting stuck on esthetics, it drains me and I give up on it again.

So what is the idea this time ?

I think I'll just focus on animating 1 episode. I'll give up on trying to explain everything and all the details because this shit is impossible, not in an hour. This is a trilogie TT

So I'll just make the pwp as if my audience is first time viewers of the show. They'll decide based of the pilot if they wanna watch the rest or not.

Then, after I present the episode, we just talk normally and I'll spoil details depending on the questions I get.

I'll present the first 3 chapters. Idk how long that actually means, but I feel it's enough to introduce someone who has no idea what the story is to the most important characters and their initial dynamic to each other.

It's also no too much info dump about the world building, it's just enough for you to get where Leenho is and where he's trying to go. Also it hints at like the magic and mystery part without being the focus of it yet so it's fine if u don't get all the details.

And it ends on a clif hanger that even I didn't know happened until this morning hhh

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Outline-

Seortel is a small kingdom formed bearly a century ago out of necessity, to avoid being claimed by the larger and older existing kingdoms. Tensions worldwide are rising and the threat of war is even more looming eachday. The Solarians are descendents of various scientific and creative minds from various kingdoms who migrated on this unclaimed land to explore its diverse ecosystem. Previously, no kingdom ever bothered to claim the land since its resources were few and not deemed valuable. So the land and its people were left alone for centuries, cultivating a mix of cultures that became their own.

AUGUST-Docks, leenho is working as he usually does unloading merchant ships. He gets lost in his thoughts, looking towards the sea, catching a glipse of the castle's towering walls. He wonders if he'll get to see the hortensia petals crash the shore of their small island this year again. He'd be glad if he never had to ever touch another wet petal again. Maybe a few months from now, he'll be the one blowing some out towards the sea.

The blueoming is the most festive night of the year in seortel's small kingdom, altho, the capital has its own unique tradition. But with the blueoming approaching, so did leenho's 20th bday. This year, he'd finally get dispatched to train as part of the royal army, bringing him closer than ever to becoming a knight.

We meet leenho's younger brother, Jin, as he pushes his cart on land. Jin is also thinking about leenho's 20th bday approaching and pleeds him to open the letter their older brother, Woo, sent him a few weeks ago for the occasion.

But being a small kingdom meant that they could only rely on themselves. Resources were few but enough to allow them to support themselves and transform it to make product to sell to their 2 neighbouring kingdoms. Every child and adult contributes to Seortel's economy. Children started early, taking on various easy and small tasks, helping out their communities. Naturally, so did orphans, until their 20th bday, when they become adults and are redistributated to work for the crown.