#i don't like understanding things sometimes

[dcxdpdabbles]

For Danny, gravity is a suggestion, but when he's human he prefers to feel ground under his feet while he's thinking. This leads to him often not realising he's started walking on the wall or ceiling when he's lost in thought or otherwise distracted.

Tim's definitely normal human friend Danny, pacing on the ceiling during his third visit at Wayne manor: [ranting about something, probably defending his love of weird flavour combo milkshakes]

The Batfam, silently debating how they're gonna break it to Danny that he's a meta: ........

Tim's eyes follow Danny as he starts pacing around the table, his homework abandoned on the table. His voice is becoming sharper, and his words are strung together more as he continues. He noticed that he became less aware of his surroundings when his friend started going on his rants.

Watching Danny's body language become slightly less human was fascinating. It started with his eyes—if Danny felt angry, they would glow green. Tim always knew when to cut back on his teasing whenever he saw the flash of green, no matter how brief the green was.

When Danny rants about something that upsets or makes him sad, his voice gains a particular echo. It is almost as if he is slowly walking into a cave.

There were times when Danny got excited or happy; his hair would start to puff up slightly. This reminded Tim of when he would rub a balloon on his hair to study the positive and negative charges.

Danny's hair didn't flout straight up, but it was electric enough to be noticeable if you paid enough attention.

It was as if his emotions affected his physical form like a mood ring. Tim could always tell what Danny felt by watching for the little effects.

All these little things were easy to hide. Most people noticed less than Tim did, but there was one little quirk Danny did that was rather hard to miss.

"What if we talked about the effect of well-lit street lights on crime rates?" Danny asked, striding up to a wall and casually pacing on it. He continued to think out loud, with his eyes closed, as he made loops on the ceiling. Tim needed to pay more attention to the subject of their presentation, but he was somewhat distracted by how Danny's hair and shirt defied gravity.

They stayed perfectly in place as if his friend were still on the ground and not upside down. Tim wondered if his powers were less flying and more gravity-shifting.

It would also explain his lower degree of super strength if he could manipulate gravity. (Tim didn't care what Danny claimed in gym class. No regular human could lift two punching bags like nothing, especially for something as casual as cleaning up)

Or maybe he was able to move in a fifth direction. From his perspective, while Tim was stuck in 3D, Danny could move in the fourth and walk on the ground. It would explain why he didn't notice he had stepped on the walls or ceiling. To Danny, he never left the floor.

"No, that wouldn't work," Danny mutters, making loops around the chandelier. "What if we...but then that would mean...."

Tim couldn't make out most of his words, but that was fine. Danny also tended to mutter under his breath when he was deep in thought.

He cranks his neck back, eyes tracing the way Danny seemed to strut around as if he was out for a walk on a nice sunny day in the park. Carefully, making sure Danny was too distracted by his thoughts, Tim aimed his camera phone at him.

He takes a few photos and then opens the family group chat.

Tim: I need advice on gently telling a friend something that may change our friendship. I've tried to say it to him before but he doesn't seem to get it.

Jason: buy him some flowers and write him a poem. He'll love it.

Steph: That's terrible advice, Jay. No one does that anymore

Jason: No one has class anymore, you mean. Besides, boys deserve to be romanced, too.

Dick: Just tell him how you feel, Tim! Be direct and make sure you use the words "I like you romanticly." Sometimes people don't understand you're asking them out.

Damian: Do not bother me with your failed courtships.

Duke: Maybe don't go as far as Jay said, but Dick's right. You have to say, "Go on a date with me" or something.

Steph: Try the bend and snap! It's Elle Woods-approved!

Tim: No, that's not what this is about. I need help telling Danny he might be a metahuman with Superman-level Power.

There is a long pause before his phone vibrates again.

Damian: I beg your finest pardon?

Bruce is typing.....

Tim: He's friendly! He just has yet to notice that what he does isn't regular.

Jason: Wait, isn't Danny that kid we saw you at the ice ring with? The one that snuck up on Cass by accident?

Tim: Yes

Multiple people are typing.....

Tim briefly glances up to see what Danny is up to, and he is surprised that Frost has started developing in his footsteps. That's certainly new. He attached the photos to the chat, sending them off as Danny slowly floated back down.

He watches as his friend flips horizontally in mid-air so that he's standing upright when he lands. His hair is starting to puff up again, so he is not surprised when Danny's eyes snap open with a gleeful glint in them.

"I figured it out, Tim!"

"That's great," Tim tells him with a smile as Danny eagerly returns to his seat. He is babbling about the solution to their government class and how he knows he can get their proposed bill passed with the correct narrative.

Tim watches frost develop around his pencil and chair. Fascinating. Does that mean excitement? He almost forgets about the family group chat while attempting to figure out what emotion Danny is experiencing to connect to frost that he missed a few messages.

Bruce: Tim, where are you?

Bruce: he made Cass jump because she didn't hear or see him coming. That's worrisome.

Bruce: He could be dangerous

Bruce: Where are you

Bruce: Tim, answer me

Bruce: Timothy Jackson Drake, answer the phone right now

Dick: Oooooohhhh middle name

Damian: They are in the left-wing dining room, Father. I already have a visual on them.

Damian sent a photo of two teenage boys sitting at a table, bending over to look at a book together. Papers and pencils are scattered around the stranger while Tim's trusted laptop is in front of his part.

Bruce: Good. Keep them in sight at all times and report any suspicious behavior.

Damian: Naturally.

Steph: No DNA test is needed

Duke: Literally.

Cass: I am confused. I thought we all knew Tim's boyfriend was not human?

Jason: We did not, in fact, know that Cass.

Cass: It is obvious by the way he moves that Danny is not a meta-human. He is close to one, but he moves like a different being. He reminds me of Captain Marvel.

Multiple people are typing......

[teaboot]

Hi

I have a question for u

It is maybe a very cliché question but I am sincerely looking for the answer because it feels like most other people know it and just I don’t understand

So here we go: what differentiates love from friendship?

I can recognize friendship. All explanations given to me what others told me makes the distinction to loving someone (romantically?) didn’t make sense to me mostly because it always included some people that fall into the definition of friends

So yeah.. I’m having difficulty with relationships (apparently)

Thank u for ur thought! Ur blog always brings me happiness!

I hope u have a wonderful day with some quiet time to watch the fluffy creature

-🥬

Personal opinion?

Friendship is love. Love is friendship. Kissing is friendship and holding hands is love. Sex is friendship and washing laundry is love.

I've had crushes on people I'd never want to date. I have friends I'd be comfortable kissing. I don't think I've ever been attracted to sexually, but there are people I think are beautiful who make my heart race. I don't know if I've ever felt romantic attraction, but there are people I want to spend my life with, and others I'd rather admire from a distance, and others I want nothing to do with.

I think that honestly, really, words like "Husband", "Wife", "Partner", "Friend", "Queerplatonic", "Soulmates", "Life Partner"... I think they're useful tools to describe specific experiences, more than they are rigid boxes to sort and divide our experiences into.

I'm not sure if I understand tge difference between platonic affection, aesthetic attraction, romance, and friendship, but I find my best relationships so far have been, "We like being around each other, and we work together to find what kind of intimacy we want from each other".

Sometimes that intimacy is physical, like kissing or sparring. Sometimes it's emotional, like sharing feelings. Sometimes it's just good, quiet company, or doing things together.

I can't speak for your own experiences, but in mine, idk. Just kinda letting things happen.

(It is hard when you feel lonely, though, and don't know how to describe to most of the world what it is you want.)

Long post, but uh. Same boat, I suppose?

afraid I don't have a better answer right now, but if anyone else figures it out, I'd love to know.

Thanks for the ask, and I hope you're having a great day too!! ♡

[barcaatthemoon]

Could you do “I’m only going to say this once. You’re the only one I think about, day in, day out. And it’s so fucking scary, feeling like this.” with lia wälti pls

running || lia walti x reader ||

"(y/n)!" lia called out as she chased after you. nobody had understood why you had pitched a fit whenever jonas told you about playing against city. to be fair, you hadn't told the team about your ex that played on the team. "where are you going?"

"home," you answered. lia watched as you shoved your things from your locker into your bag. "i can't be here anymore."

"stop-," lia placed her hands on yours to stop you, "-talk to me. i want to help you if you'll let me. what happened out there?"

"she's so frustrating. all i wanted was a little more, but she wanted it to be casual. now she's out there kissing her new girlfriend out and fucking proud." tears brimmed around your eyes. lia sighed as she pulled you in for a hug. it hurt to hear you caught up on your ex, but she hated to see you upset even more. "and i'm not even into her anymore, but it just hurts."

"i understand," lia told you. her voice was soft, just as soft as her hands as they cradled your face. "sometimes, we see things that bring up old feelings. why don't you get cleaned up and we can go to the bus."

at this, you froze a little, "j-just the two of us?"

"i don't see anyone else around, and i really want to make sure you're not all alone. there's not anything wrong with that, is there?" lia asked you. she was terrified of hearing you tell her that you hated her or something. lia tried so hard with you, and sometimes, you tried to avoid her like the plague.

"no, i guess not," you mumbled.

"you guess not?" lia looked heartbroken, and in a rushed attempt to fix things, you definitely caught a case of word vomit.

"i'm only gonna say this once because that's all i can manage. you're the only one i think about, day in and day out. and it's so fucking scary, feeling like this. one day you're just going to come to your senses, and i'll have to go sprinting back to america again," you said.

"i won't push you away, and i'd never let you run that far from me. i love arsenal, it's my home, but i'd follow you to america," lia told you. she didn't miss the way that your eyes lit up, but there wasn't much more to focus on for either of you when she leaned over to press a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth.

[pinkflower2003]

Not Goodbye, Just See You Later

Daniel Ricciardo x Schumacher!Reader

a/n: hii! this is just an idea that popped into my head, i’ve been a Schumacher fan since when i can remember and i watched Michael race so he is my hero! hope this is okay! totally open to doing other parts to this💛 send in your submissions!

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@/YNSchumacher: back home where it all began! So excited to be back at the Monaco GP with my F1 family. No one will ever understand what this sport means to me and my family, now being back seeing Mick, I couldn’t be prouder❤️

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The roar of engines filled the air, the smell of burning rubber and fuel a familiar scent as you walked through the paddock of the Monaco Grand Prix. This was a second home to you, a place where you grew up, surrounded by the titans of motorsport. You were (Y/N) Schumacher, daughter of the legendary Michael Schumacher and sister to the rising star, Mick Schumacher.

But unlike your brother, you had carved out a different path for yourself. You were a successful model and actress, gracing magazine covers and starring in blockbuster films. Despite your fame in the entertainment industry, your heart always belonged to the racetrack. The glitz and glamour of Hollywood were exciting, but there was something about the visceral energy of Formula 1 that always drew you back.

Today, you had come to support Mick and to reconnect with the F1 family. As you made your way to the Mercedes garage, you felt eyes following you. This was something you were used to, but today, there was a particular set of eyes that made your heart flutter. Daniel Ricciardo, the honey badger himself, was staring at you with wide eyes, a goofy grin slowly spreading across his face.

You smiled and waved at him, and he almost tripped over his own feet. His fellow drivers, Lando Norris and Carlos Sainz, were quick to notice his reaction and began teasing him mercilessly.

"Oi, Danny, watch your step!" Lando called out, a mischievous grin on his face.

Carlos nudged Daniel with his elbow, smirking. "What's the matter, Ricciardo? Never seen a movie star before?"

Daniel turned a shade of red that matched the Ferrari cars. "Shut up, guys," he muttered, trying to play it cool but failing miserably.

You couldn't help but laugh at their antics. Deciding to put him out of his misery, you walked over to them. "Hey, Daniel," you said, your voice warm and friendly. "It's nice to finally meet you."

Daniel's eyes widened even more, if that was possible. "Nice to meet you too, (Y/N)," he said, his voice slightly higher-pitched than usual. "I've, uh, seen all your movies."

Lando snickered. "Yeah, he even has a poster of you in his room."

Daniel shot him a glare. "Lando!"

You laughed, feeling more at ease. "That's okay, Daniel. I'm flattered."

Daniel rubbed the back of his neck, looking both embarrassed and thrilled. "Yeah, you're amazing. And Mick's doing great too. You must be proud."

"I am," you said, glancing towards the Mercedes garage where Mick was getting ready for his race. "I'm really proud of him. We all are."

Just then, Mick appeared, grinning when he saw you. "Hey, sis!" he called out, jogging over to give you a hug. "I can't believe you're here, i've missed you!"

"I've missed you too!" you said, ruffling his hair. "I just came over here to meet some friends."

Mick noticed Daniel standing there, looking a bit starstruck. "Hey, Daniel," Mick said, a knowing smile on his face. "I see you've met my sister."

"Yeah, I have," Daniel said, finally regaining some of his composure. "She's lovely."

Mick chuckled. "She is. Just don't let her beat you in a kart race, okay? She's pretty fast."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Mick, don't scare him off."

Daniel laughed, his nervousness finally melting away. "I'd love to race you sometime, (Y/N). Maybe you can teach me a thing or two."

"Deal," you said, shaking his hand. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

The conversation continued, flowing easily as you discussed racing, movies, and everything in between. You learned that Daniel had a deep passion for cinema and often spent his downtime watching films. He was particularly excited about your latest project and asked a myriad of questions about your experiences on set.

As the day wore on, you found yourself drawn to Daniel’s genuine nature. His infectious laughter and warm personality made him easy to talk to, and soon you felt like you had known him for years. The two of you strolled around the paddock, drawing curious glances and knowing smiles from those who saw you together.

"Do you ever miss the racing life?" Daniel asked, referring back to your karting days and coming to the races with your dad, his eyes shining with curiosity as he led you to a quieter spot near the back of the Mercedes garage where you were going to wait for Mick.

"Sometimes," you admitted. "I love what I do, but there's nothing like the thrill of a race. Being here brings back so many memories. And honestly, it feels like coming home."

Daniel nodded thoughtfully. "I get that. It's like we're part of one big, crazy family."

You and Daniel shared a laugh, the moment feeling easy and comfortable. "So, have you ever driven a Formula 1 car?" Daniel asked, his tone light but genuinely curious.

"Only once, as a special treat for my 18th birthday," you said, reminiscing. "Dad arranged it with Ferrari. It was incredible, but I realised pretty quickly that I belong on the other side of the camera."

"I can imagine," Daniel said, his admiration evident. "But I'd still love to see you in action sometime. Maybe we can arrange another go in a kart."

"Deal," you said with a grin.

"Your dad is my hero, y'know." Daniel said, a small smile playing onto his lips, you returned that small smile. "I don't want you to think i'm only around you because of him, but he's really lucky to have kids like you and Mick, I think you both do him proud everyday."

"He's my hero too."

As the race weekend progressed, you found yourself spending more and more time with Daniel. Whether it was watching the practice sessions, enjoying a quiet lunch, or simply chatting about life, the connection between you grew stronger.

On race day, the energy was palpable. The anticipation in the air was electrifying as you stood in the Mercedes garage, cheering for Mick. Daniel, about to get into his car, gave you a thumbs-up from across the paddock, and you felt a surge of excitement for him as well.

The race was thrilling, filled with nail-biting moments and spectacular overtakes. Mick put in a solid performance, finishing in the points, and you couldn’t have been prouder. Daniel, too, had an incredible race, securing a podium finish with his trademark exuberance.

After the race, the paddock was a whirlwind of celebration. As you congratulated Mick, he hugged you tightly. "Thanks for being here, sis. It means a lot."

"Of course," you said, your voice filled with pride. "You were amazing out there."

As the celebrations continued, you spotted Daniel making his way through the crowd. He caught your eye and made a beeline for you, his face lighting up with a radiant smile.

"You did it!" you exclaimed, pulling him into a hug. "Congratulations, Daniel."

"Thanks, (Y/N)," he said, his eyes shining with happiness. "It feels even better knowing you were here to see it."

Before you could respond, Lando and Carlos appeared, both wearing matching grins. "Looks like our boy here finally grew a pair," Lando joked, clapping Daniel on the back.

"Yeah, he couldn’t stop talking about you all weekend," Carlos added with a wink.

Daniel rolled his eyes but laughed along. "Okay, okay, enough with the teasing."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Well, I’m glad I could be here to see you both race. It’s been an incredible weekend."

As the weekend came to a close, it was time for you to leave Monaco and go back to real life, going back home to Germany to be with your mama, sister and papa whilst Mick stayed on the road. You stomach dropped at the idea of the weekend being over, not only leaving the racing behind, but also the idea of leaving Daniel. Your connection had grown close over the racing weekend, and now leaving, you would both go back to your normal lives.

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@/YNSchumacher: Monaco, you were everything and more, oh how i’ve missed you. Mick, I am so proud of you and everything you do. Off back home for some much needed rest! Until next time F1🫶🏻

tagged: F1, Mickschumacher, MichaelSchumacher

MickSchumacher: love you sis! wait, thats not me in the third pic??

Username1: she tagged Michael🥹

Username4: the third pic?? WHO IS THAT? IS THAT A DRIVER?

→ Username3: from zooming in, the guy has curly hair?? Lando maybe??

→ Username8: that’s not Mclaren colours he’s wearing🧐

DanielRicciardo: you left without saying goodbye🥲

→ YNSchumacher: cause it’s not goodbye, just see you later!

→ DanielRicciardo: see you later YN x

→ YNSchumacher: see you later Danny x

F1: the princess of Formula One👑

→ MickSchumacher: does that make me the prince?

→ F1: no, that spot is for Leo Leclerc only

→ CharlesLeclerc: facts

[pumpkinbxtch]

hi!!! I was wondering if you could do hcs for what arguing would be like with the HOO boys

Don't talk me like that! | headcanons

— arguing with the hoO boys

warnings: angst, language, boys being...boys

who's here: jason grace, leo valdez, frank zhang ands percy jackson.

a/n: ohh ohh ohhh, yes. I can. I love drama.

— jason grace:

To get into a real fight with him, you must have come a long way because he's so peaceful and always tries to negotiate calmly, making sure both of you communicate effectively. But at the end of the day, you're like any other couple and sometimes end up having real fights.

The big issue is Jason's nature. He goes silent when he's really upset, his emotions hard to show.

When he’s that mad, you can see it on his face. It’s scary, let’s not lie.

When the ice breaks, he tries to take charge to explain what's wrong, which often makes things worse.

He keeps his distance when you argue, tense and rigid. He’s like a handsome, angry log.

Sometimes he says things reluctantly, like "don't act childish," which is so him.

Yes, he raises his voice and gets frustrated, "no, I said NO, THAT’S NOT HOW IT IS, gods…"

If you're wondering if his powers show, the answer is NEVER, or at least not against you. His mouth might taste like metal or his fingers might spark, but that's just him being really stressed.

His eyes get cloudy and grey.

He takes off his glasses and rubs his temples while muttering.

When things finally start to work out, he breathes better and starts talking more because he knows nothing will work if he doesn’t.

He’s practical, coming up with solutions to problems.

When the fight's over, he hugs you and kisses your forehead, relieved to be out of that situation.

Can he stay mad for days? Depends on the problem, but he’d prefer it doesn't last more than a day.

— leo valdez;

Leo and you usually argue over small things because you have that kind of relationship where you bicker and tease for fun, but when things get serious, the arguments can get heated (get it? heated? laugh, please).

That’s when things get tough. He may seem easy-going, but Leo has a strong temper and is very stubborn when he's mad. Whatever made you really fight doesn't matter because he’ll be stuck on his point.

"No, that's not how it happened." You could be contradicting each other all day until you both turn away and stop talking.

"Well, screw you!" you say, and he growls back, "Yeah, you too," swearing in Spanish. "vale ma-" "me lleva la ch-"

Yes, he switches languages mid-sentence.

"I already told you no! CUANTAS VECES TENGO QUE DECIRLO, carajo!-"

If you know Spanish, you can reply; if not...

"I don’t understand you, idiot. Say it in English or fuck yourself ." (just in case because you’re not sure what he said)

Swearing is common if he's really mad, but it's more his way of dealing with it than being mad at you.

That or sharp sarcasm.

Yes, he might cry if the argument is really bad.

His rigid feelings and insecurity can come up.

Leo is attached, so he’s constantly thinking of ways to fix it because he can’t stand being away from you for too long.

He keeps his distance, terrified of hurting you with his powers, which makes him nervous. "No, DON’T COME NEAR ME." It's for your safety, but it hurts him to see the look in your eyes when he says it.

Can he stay mad for days? Absolutely, but he misses you a lot, though his pride might keep him from showing it.

Don’t worry, he’ll eventually sit down to talk it out, and you’ll both calm down and fix things.

Then he'll give you a big hug and kiss your cheeks.

— frank zhang:

it’s hard to imagine: WHAT DID YOU DO TO FIGHT?

Yes, Frank is Mars’s son, but he’d never choose the battlefield for his lover. He’s very careful and always considerate, but yeah he can be severe when things get bad, and when isn't enough just have a serious talk.

You end up fighting in not-so-quiet whispers, with your faces and gestures being the most expressive.

"Of course not, I already told you, hey!" He raises his hands, and his body tenses up threateningly.

Frank tries to understand your point and make himself heard, always mindful of both your feelings. He knows how to set boundaries.

Sometimes, he just can’t take it anymore and signals a pause. "You know what? This is getting too much, and neither of us is in the best shape. Let’s talk tomorrow or later, please."

Does he raise his voice? Hardly, only when he really needs to make a point.

His eyes are bright, tinged with sadness and anger. The deadliest is his calm face or the way he slightly curls his lip, almost growling.

His eyebrows always seem to be touching, even if he doesn’t want them to.

He keeps a cool head to solve things.

Can he stay mad for days? Yes, while clearing his mind and thinking. He’ll come up to you, and you’ll talk it out, making things work in the end.

He’ll take your hand. You might feel guilty for pushing a guy like Frank to his limit, but he doesn’t mind having relationship problems with you:

"I hope we fight many more times, but about totally different things because it means we’ve really solved the previous issues."

— percy jackson:

wtf did you both do to get into a fight?

Percy won't waste a second, trying to resolve it immediately by asking and reflecting on his own actions. "What did I do wrong?" if it was his fault. "Can you listen to me for a second?" if it was you.

He hates being mad at you, just can’t stand it. But if the fight starts, he wants to start or finish it (or both).

Yes, he might cry.

Yes, he might raise his voice. "No, I didn't do anything. LISTEN TO ME."

Then he apologizes for it because he lost it.

He tries to hold your hands and says, "Babe, babe…"

He makes you both breathe and talk calmly.

He argues, of course, but differently. He’ll stop the conversation. "You know what? I'll think about it." He leaves or makes you leave.

Consequently, he might stay mad for days, or both of you might be mad at each other, but he’s thinking of what to say rather than just calming down. (Nothing wrong with that, everyone handles feelings differently and that's valid.)

Yes, he asks his mom.

Yes, he asks Paul.

You both end up fixing things, and he hugs you tight, giving you kisses all over your face while pouting.

"I missed you, babe."

[littleheartsong]

Laios x fem or gn reader where she also enjoys monsters but she also enjoys animals (in the mentally ill way). Which leads to them always chatting about them, like chilchuck will be walking by and he'll hear that female hyenas have a penis. He just walks away thinking "what in the fucking fuck was that!?" I imagine they would also stay up late talking about monsters. :D

(↑The big little man learning that information)

i too am mentally ill about animals i could talk about biology for literal hours

laios/gn reader content: fluff. autism-to-autism conversation warnings: casual conversation about killing animals+monsters. mentions of animal genitalia. pretty normal!

"So... what's your favourite monster?"

The sudden question prompted Laios to look up from the delicious aroma of simmering kelpie, probably the one thing to take his attention away from food, while both Chilchuck and Marcille grimaced at what you'd just unleashed.

"My favourite monster?" Laios ponders the question as you nod in confirmation, "Well, Basilisks are pretty cool since they have two heads, though it's thought that the snake head is the actual head." 

"Really?"

"Yeah! Since it's cut in half, the snake head lives longer." His smile widens at your interest.

"I wonder what would happen if you cut a two-headed animal in half. Would one head live longer or would they both die at the same time?" You wonder while tilting your head.

Laios thinks about that for a second; it's a pretty good question! He's only seen two-headed calves in his village, and they didn't live long after birth.

"I think it depends on where it's cut since two-headed animals aren't supposed to have two heads and Basilisks are born that way," he concludes with a nod to cement his statement.

"That makes sense! It probably depends on the animal too; it would be harder for a larger animal like a calf to live longer than something smaller; like a snake," you say.

It appears Marcille has since lost her appetite and absconded from the area to avoid any more of this conversation and tucked into her bedroll, praying to whatever spirits can hear her you will stop soon. Chilchuck is more morbidly fascinated by what you two are talking about. He didn't even know animals could have two heads, and he hopes he never encounters one. Two-headed monsters are enough for him.

"No one can seem t' decide where th' 'ead begins n' ends," Senshi chimes in while preparing dinner.

"So are Basilisks your favourite then?" you ask Laios.

"Huh? Oh!" Laios perks up, reminded of the original question, "They're cool, but not my favourite," He taps his finger to his chin, once again in thought, "I'd have to say Wargs are my favourite," 

You smile at that." Wargs are so cute! They remind me of hyenas or bears, with their big, boxy heads and bulky bodies.

Laios is stunned for a moment; never in his whole life has he heard someone describe Wargs as 'cute'. He'd sooner describe them as 'cool' or 'ferocious'; does that mean you think bears and hyenas are cute too? He could understand bears. They look fluffy, though they also have those big claws. What other things do you think are cute?

"Yeah, they kind of are; they remind me a bit of my dogs back at my village," he says. "They also have really soft fur,"

"Wow! I wanna pet a Warg!" You clap your hands together in delight. "It'd probably bite my hand off, but it'd be worth it."

Warm laughter falls out of Laios' mouth before he can catch it. "Maybe we can find one and pet it together sometime."

Your face breaks into a grin as you sit closer to Laios. "Sounds like a plan! Hey, maybe they're really social, like hyenas."

Laios has to clear his throat, so anything he wants to say doesn't get stuck in there, as a flush rushes to his face. "I don't know that much about hyenas... I've only seen pictures."

That moment is when you really light up. "Oh! They're so cool! Especially spotted hyenas; they're the biggest ones, and they're also called bone-crushing hyenas since can break bones with their bites," and off you go.

"The females are larger than the males, and it's a matriarchal society too! So even the lowest-ranking female is still higher-ranked than the male. Even their penises are bigger!" 

Laios watches you share this information with wide, wondrous eyes. "Wait, their penises?"

"Oh, well, it's not a real penis," you correct yourself. "It's just the clitoris enlarged, but it pretty much acts like a real penis. They mate with it, pee through it, and even give birth with it!"

A pause

"... How does that work?" Laios asks.

"Well-

At that point, Chilchuck silently excuses himself to his own bedroll. He doesn't need to know the details. Birth is excruciating enough as is, but with a- no. No. He shakes his head to get rid of the terrible thought.

Senshi seems interested in listening, though.

[toxophilitis]

Spread, Auntie, Spread cont

CHAPTER FIVE

By the time Lori arrived in the living room, Marty had been invited in by the two kids. He was sitting on the couch, her niece and nephew nearby, chattering up a storm.

Lori frowned at them, but they paid no attention to her. "Would you like a drink, Marty?" she asked.

"Fine," he replied, grinning at her. "You know I like these two."

"They're little pests, that's what they are," she said, going to the kitchen to mix him a drink. "If they bother you, swat them on the behind!"

When Lori brought the drink to him, she found Janice sitting on his lap. "Janice," she said in a warning tone, "remember what I said? You get off Marty."

Janice was straddling his lap, facing him. She pouted up at her aunt and started to move, but Marty said, "No, stay where you are, Janice. Hey, I don't mind, really. They're cute kids."

Lori sat across from them on the floor near her feet. She thought, but wasn't sure, that Janice was wiggling her little ass against Marty's laps. She frowned. She was not the least bit jealous, tut she wasn't sure how Marty would take this. He had already made known his displeasure about Lori keeping them. At the moment, Marty did seem to be enjoying them, or at least enjoying Janice sitting on his lap. But if Janice was too forward, he might not enjoy that.

Marty was a horny man, she knew, but Janice was a young girl. It would not bother her if Marty fucked her niece, but it would bother her if something happened to the girl and Karen found out. They had been placed in her keeping, and Lori had to make sure they were okay.

Lori had lived alone for so many years that she sometimes slipped deep into thought when alone. She was deep in thought now, thinking about her niece and nephew, and was not aware that she had slumped in the chair, her knees somewhat apart. Nor was she aware that her nephew was peeking under her skirt, between her nyloned thighs, that Marty, too, could peek up her dress. Neither was she aware that Marty knew Stevie was peeking at her. When she did become aware of it, she blushed, clamping her knees together quickly.

Marty looked at Lori, a grin on his face. Stevie laughed.

"What's so damned funny?" Lori said, somewhat angrily. Her blush had deepened.

Lori primly smoothed her skirt over her thighs, mentally cursing herself for not wearing panties. But it didn't seem to bother Marty, she noticed. Janice was still straddling his lap, and this time she saw, without a doubt, her niece wiggle her little ass against him.

"Okay, you two," she said, sternly, "I think it's time for bed."

"Aw, Aunt Lori," Stevie complained. "You never make us go to bed this early."

"I'm sorry," she replied. "I told you two not to be pests, and you're bothering Marty. Scoot... off to bed, both of you."

Janice swung her legs from Marty, her skirt high on her slim thighs. She giggled, and Lori knew damn well she had lifted her leg that high on purpose. Marty had gotten a glimpse of her tight little panties.

Stevie and Janice kissed their aunt, then went off to bed, still pouting.

"I didn't mind, really, Lori," Marty said when they were alone. "You didn't have to be so rough on them."

Lori glanced at the front of his pants, and, just as she suspected, saw that his cock was quite hard. His prick was outlined there, showing that her niece had excited him. She raised her eyes knowingly at him.

"So what?" Marty said, understanding her expression. "Janice is a cute little thing, and if she's feeling a little sexy, that's natural, isn't it?"

"And I suppose it's natural for you to love it?" she said. "Sitting there with your fucking cock so hard and pressing, into her cunt!"

Marty grinned at Lori. "She started it."

"Oh, my God," Lori groaned. "You sound just like a kid. 'She started it.'"

"Does this look like a kid?" Marty said, opening his pants and removing his cock.

Lori stared, feeling immediate desire well up inside her. It was that way every time she saw a cock she would quickly steam up, her cunt pulsating wetly. She licked her lips with anticipation.

Getting to her feet, she went to Marty. She stood there for a moment looking down at his prick, then slowly sank to her knees before him. She reached out with an eager hand and closed her fingers around his cock. The powerful throb of his prick filled her fist as she slowly caressed up and down his cockshaft. Her hot eyes gazed at his swollen, smooth prickhead, the way the come juice dripped from his piss hole.

Holding his cock very tight, she pressed her fist hard into his groin. His cock seemed to become thicker and longer, and she mewled softly with bubbling desire. Leaning down, Lori kissed his dripping piss hole tenderly. When she lifted her face and smiled up at him, her lips glistened with the slippery fuck juice. Her tongue came out, licking slowly over them, tasting his come juice.

She moaned hungrily.

Lori dipped her head, her open mouth covering his swollen cock. Her lips closed hotly about his prick and her tongue raced about his piss hole. Her body shook with pleasure as she moved her lips down, taking his throbbing cock deeper and deeper.

Marty leaned back on the couch, his eyes wide, watching Lori's lips stretch around his cock. He placed his hands on her shoulders, scooting his ass to the edge of the cushions.

Lori sucked his cock fully into her mouth, his swollen prickhead slipping easily into her throat. Her mouth was totally stuffed with his hard cock, and her mind was reeling with the ecstasy she felt. She loved the hotness of a cock between her lips, the way a prick throbbed and filled her throat.

Lori was a born cocksucker and she knew it. She was not uncomfortable with her desire to suck cocks -- she loved it and accepted it. The sensation of a throbbing cock between her lips was much different than inside her toiling cunt, and she often wasn't certain where she wanted the cock. Most of the time she allowed the man to put his cock where he wanted to, her steamy, hairy cunt or in her wet, hungry mouth. Sometimes, though, she would initiate where she wanted to be fucked. And right now she wanted to suck him off.

Gliding her lips up and down his cock now, she made gurgling noises that were becoming louder and louder. She was only concerned with her ecstasy. Her eyes remained wide open and gazing hotly up at him as she sucked. But her eyes weren't seeing much. Even her mind was almost blank. She was filled completely with the pleasure of sucking his cock.

As she sucked up and down his prick slowly, savoring the deliciousness of his cock, she opened his pants and, when Marty lifted his ass, tugged them to his feet. She never turned his cock loose once. Now she brought one hand up beneath his ass, clutching one muscled asscheek tightly, her fingers moving into his asscrack. With her other hand she cradled his hairy balls, gently massaging them. Her hot lips moved a bit faster on his cock, sucking a bit stronger. She felt Marty trembling beneath her and that thrilled her.

She worked a fingertip into the crack of his ass and began to rub at his asshole. Marty loved that, she knew, and she wanted him to love everything she was doing for him at this moment.

She pulled her lips from his cock and looked up at him, her eyes still somewhat glassy. "Mmmm, I love it, Marty!" she whispered thickly. "Oh, God, I love to suck your cock! It's so hard, Marty! So fucking hard!"

And then she was sucking his cock again.

She turned her head about az she sucked, her lips sweetly stretched, her tongue moving every chance it had. Lori sucked up until she held only his smooth prickhead, her tongue lapping across his dripping piss hole, then down she went, until the head of his cock was again inside her throat. Holding his prick there, she worked on his cock with her cheeks and throat, moaning softly, loving the way his prick throbbed in he mouth.

Rubbing at his asshole, Lori hungrily devoured Marty's cock, her mouth racing up and down his prick swiftly now. She became anxious for his cock to squirt down her throat. Her hot, wet mouth hungered for his come juice.

Marty was squirming on the couch, grunting. Lori sucked much harder, knowing he was close to coming. She mewled about his prick as she sucked hard, almost in a frenzy, her ecstasy building.

His cock swelled even more, stretching her lips wider, throbbing powerfully as his prick began to jerk deep in her mouth.

Then Marty came.

Lori squealed as the thick, slippery come juice spurted into her mouth. She squealed again as he spewed more come juice. She quickly pulled her lips up until she held just his cockhead, her tongue licking furiously across his spurting piss hole. The come juice splashed into hers mouth, filling it.

She swallowed eagerly and kept her tongue flying. Her cunt convulsed and her ass shook. The slightest taste of come juice was enough to send her cunt into a clutching orgasm.

Lori sucked the head of his cock until his prick stopped gushing, then she ran her tongue over his cockhead lovingly before pulling away. She caressed his cock and balls as she looked up at him.

"Maybe Janice gave you the hard-on, Marty," she murmured wickedly, "but it took me to handle it."

"Lori," he said, exhausted, "you can suck a cock off better than any girl I know. I've been sucked off by a few so-called experts, but I'll be damned if you don't run circles around them."

"That's why you come around so often?" she said. "Because I'm a good cocksucker and love to suck your prick off? Is that the only reason, Marty?"

"No," he said slowly, "not the only reason, Lori. I have a special feeling for you."

"Sure you do," she sneered as she got to her feet. "And it's all in your fucking balls and cock. Marty, I think you better just clear your ass out." She looked down at him, at his still exposed cock and balls. "At least for the night."

He laughed as he pulled his pants up. "I knew it, Lori," he teased. "It isn't me you like... it's just my cock."

At the door he grabbed her and kissed her hard, his hands squeezing at her swelling asscheeks. "I'll see you tomorrow, baby," he said, then he was gone.

Lori leaned against the door, her eyes closed. The taste of his cock was still in her mouth and she ran her tongue over her white teeth.

He was probably right, she thought. It is just his fucking cock I like, not him.

She went to her bedroom and showered again, thinking that she was taking a lot of showers these past few days. But then, she smiled to herself, before she had not been getting as much cock as she had been... and pussy.

Thinking of pussy sent horniness and lust rising inside her body again. As the water cascaded over her slender, curvy figure, she thought of Janice. Such a sweet girl, so pretty and so fucking horny. As soon as Marty had arrived, Janice had sat her little ass on his lap, twisting her sugary cunt against his cock.

Forward little shit, Lori thought. Not at all bashful. That damn Marty loved it, too, the bastard!

Out of the shower, she toweled her body until it glowed pinkly. She looked into the mirror at her reflection, still thinking of Janice. And wondered what her sister, Karen, would say if she knew her daughter was such a hot little sex kitten.

Knowing Karen as she did, Lori felt her sister would scream to high heaven. Her brother-in-law she wasn't sure about. She knew hardly anything about Bob. He had always been friendly toward her, but somewhat aloof, even though they had fucked.

With her mind filled with such thoughts, Lori was in the hallway before she realized it. She was still naked and headed for the bedroom door of her niece. She felt the wet pulsating of her own cunt. She paused at the door of Janice's room, looking in. The nightlight was on, and the sweet little girl was visible.

Janice was sprawled on her stomach, breathing softly in sleep. She was naked, and the sweetness of her ass cheeks curved up from her waist and creamy thighs. Lori's cunt quivered with desire as she looked at her niece and then she was standing next to the bed, looking down at her succulent, naked body.

The thought came to Lori that Stevie should be in here, sleeping with his sister. There was no reason not to, not after what she had seen them doing in the living room, joined in with them.

Lori leaned over and caressed her niece's asscheeks. She could feel the warmth of her smooth ass, hotter than normal. But it wasn't a temperature associated with an illness -- it was a temperature of intense horniness.

Janice stirred but did not wake up. Lori moved her hands over the sleeping girl's naked little ass lightly and gently. There was no reason to conceal her presence, she knew, but there was a nagging doubt in the back of her mind that she could not pin down.

Leaving her sleeping niece's room, she paused at the room where Stevie was sleeping, looking in at him. Stevie was on his back, his chest moving up and down rhythmically. Her gaze went to his cock and balls, and she smiled to herself when she saw his prick was standing up hard.

He must be having a beautiful dream, she thought as she turned from his room and started for her own.

She had wanted to go in and wake her nephew, play with his cock, fuck him or suck him off. But the thought of how easy all this had been had come back to bother her again.

Lori lay on her bed in the darkness, stating up at the ceiling. Her body was still tingling, her cunt moist and warm. She began to rub gently at her clit as she thought about the things which were bothering her.

As far as she knew, she was the only one in her family with such a hot ass. Karen had never seemed to have much of interest an sex. Where Lori had been fucking her dates almost from the start, Karen had, as far as. Lori knew, married as a virgin.

Then she thought of Stevie and Janice. They were just like their aunt, not their mother.

Karen was so moral and proper, but she had two young kids who were so hot they'd fuck anything. It just didn't make any sense to Lori. Karen was a beautiful woman, too. It was a shame that all Karen's beauty should be wrapped up in that cool, foolish attitude about sex. Deep down, Lori suspected, her sister could be a hot piece of ass if she would just let herself go.

Lori laughed quietly to herself. Marty would be good for Karen, she thought. With that big cock of his, he'd show her how to really enjoy a fuck.

She thought of her brother-in-law, Bob. He was good looking enough, but was such a cool person. Lori wandered how they ever managed to get up enough passion to have Janice and Stevie.

Shoving such thoughts from her mind, she turned onto her side and curled up, a hand underneath her cheek. She drew one knee to her tits, closing her eyes. The wetness of her niece's creamy naked ass was in her mind as was the delicious hard-on of her nephew.

[000-pawz]

how taesan loves ( zodiac series ) ˚ · .

how i think taesan would navigate relationships/love/communication based on his natal chart/birth chart!

wc: 1k+

more under the cut!

taesan is "communicative, free, and understanding" when he truly loves.

taesan is a tough shell to crack. because of his gemini moon, he is always looking for excitement and variety, which means that he doesn't "settle down" often. despite this, both his sun and mars are in leo, so he can be very loyal when he genuinely likes someone. he either will have a crush on one person for a very long time, or wait until he finds the perfect person for a long-term relationship.

if he is going to confess, he'll be very detailed and communicative about it. he doesn't take his feelings lightly!!! he's attracted to people who he can have engaging conversations with, learn from, and have witty charm. he's pretty sarcastic himself, so i think he'd also like to have someone who can meet him on that level. other air sign moon placements are a good match for him as they can share their values of freedom and understanding with eachother.

taesan has a high need for variety and change and he can get bored quickly if things stay the same for too long; especially if he feels mentally understimulated. this is why he likes people who are a little unexpected, wild at heart, and have a passion for trying out new things!!! >< introduce him to new music artists, fashion brands, movies, etc.

he'd like dates that involve experiencing the cultures of other cities, road trips, museums, and other things that involve learning ^___^ he'd also like getaway trips to other countries, sightseeing, and stuff like that!

his love language is words of affirmation. he likes to be complimented, whether it be for his taste in fashion, his appearance, his mindset on something, etc. he wants you to think he's cool!!!! and because of his leo placements, he's especially sensitive on his spine, so hugs where you run your fingers up and down his back are ideal <3 also placing your hand on his chest right over his heart when you kiss will have him folding!!!

he is incredibly talkative once he feels comfortable around you. he will talk your ear off for hours if you let him, and please do! communication and sharing ideas and knowledge is one of the best ways to get closer to him. let him info dump about all of his favorite things, and he would like it if you do the same with him!!!

once taesan feels fully safe and commited in a relationship, he can provide you with some of the best security, comfort, and care. with his moon squaring jupiter, he requires the same treatment. he might not be the most emotional person ever, but his loyalty and admiration go a very long way. he can be passionate and driven by desire, so i think people who can match that are a good fit for him. it doesn't seem like he'd be into the "opposites attract" type of thing.

he loves being the center of attention, even though he'll never admit it. taesan is a cancer venus, so he is very sensitive at heart, but he hides behind the dismissive and cold demeanor of his gemini moon. he is very emotionally intelligent and self-aware, preferring to analyze and process his feelings thoughtfully in solitude before confiding in someone.

back to his cancer venus, taesan pays attention to your actions more than your words. don't try to lie about being "okay" if you're going through a hard time because he will see right through you. he'll encourage you to confide in him and if you ask him to, he'll help you figure out how to go about difficult situations.

the biggest area for potential conflict would be his struggle with empathy and concern. don't get me wrong, he does have a genuine interest for his partner's feelings, but sometimes he can be too rational. while he prefers to resolve conflict through communication, he gets really uncomfortable in highly vulnerable or irrational situations. this is where he struggles to incorporate empathy into his communication style, rather than stating facts over feelings.

if taesan is feeling insecure or rejected, he has a tendency to retreat into himself. expect pouting fits and silent treatments if you ever make him upset. :< he can get fired up pretty easily if he feels disrespected, humiliated, or mischaracterized. he might even resort to petty tactics to see how much you really care about him. he's a leo-gemini sun/moon so he has no shame in playing games with you. he'll probably do and say things to get a reaction out of you, like trying to make you jealous or pity him. he can also hold grudges for a bit too (cancer venus lol)

once he has enough alone time to sort out his emotions, with his mercury in virgo, he'll probably organize all of his thoughts in his notes app before sitting down with you to talk because he hates when his words are skewed or taken out of context. he likes serious communication to be neat and thorough. screaming fights and intense arguments make him shut down and go ghost, so communication should be respectful and calm. when he's clear-headed, he can see from multiple points of view very well; "i see where you're coming from", "i understand why you feel that way and i'm sorry".

how can you make taesan feel loved? firstly, be understanding. he may have bouts of criticism and pessimism, so understand that this is just who he is and it's never directed at you or your character! he thinks that being understood and communicating needs and wants clearly are the most important things. he wants you to truly know him and you can show that in whatever way feels best. secondly, be free and full of whimsy! take him out to dance in the rain, roll down a grassy hill...just enjoy those unexpected moments with him.

taesan is truly a big kid at heart, but has built up these walls around him which leads him to being extremely independent. he wants his partner to value independence as much as he does, and understand that they can still be each other's safe spaces. he wants to be able to let his guard down around you, so be open-minded and love him through it all. he'll do the same for you <3

reblogs are greatly appreciated! lmk what u think or if you have any other takes!!! i'm always open to learning more :o thank u...<3

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[pickingupmymercedes]

I'd like to believe - Lewis Hamilton

Alternative sequel to Maybe in another life / When I get to meet you

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

warnings: mentions of mourning, angst, will make you emotional

wordcount: +1K

a/n: Alternative-ish ending (this was actually my first draft to continue their story, so the happy-ish one is the alternative, sort of).

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

MILD TRIGGERING CONTENT UNDER, PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

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My dearest little one,

Today marks ten years since you should have been here, celebrating another year of life. Ten times the snow has fallen, making everything quiet outside.

They say time heals all cuts, but some cuts go real deep, leaving scars that never quite go away. And I still find it hard to believe that a whole decade has passed.

You'd be so grown now, so full of life and curiosity, brimming with questions and dreams. I often wonder what you'd be like – would you have my stubbornness and determination, or your mother's grace and patience?

Maybe a beautiful blend of both, creating someone truly unique.

I’m going to visit your stone again later today. Leave this letter like every year. I suspect there’ll be fresh flowers, as always, probably from your mother.

She never forgets.

We never reconnected, not like I'd hoped for. But I think about her often.

I searched everywhere for her. I just really needed someone to share the pain with, someone to hold onto while everything fell apart. We tried talking, spilling out all our feelings, but the words wouldn't come out right. Maybe we were afraid of saying the wrong thing or making things worse.

Maybe we were both thinking the same thing – maybe if we'd done things differently, maybe you'd still be here.

After a while, the space between us just kept getting bigger, too big to cross. You see, your mom, she found a way to move on. She built a life for herself, a life where the pain was still there, but it didn't control her anymore.

I hope she's found peace and happiness, something she deserved more than anyone. She was an incredible woman, and I wish I had been the man she needed me to be.

I hope she reads these letters someday, that she understands how much I loved you both, how much I regret not being there when you needed me most.

Maybe one day, when the weight of these years starts to feel a little lighter, I can finally forgive myself.

Maybe then, I can find the strength to reach out to her, not to get back together, but to find some peace, a simple way to say thank you for the love we shared and sorry for the loss that tore us apart.

You know, life has changed quite a bit since I last wrote to you.

I'm with someone, have been for the past four years. She's patient, kind and knows about you. I don't think we'll ever have children though. She's got her own ghosts.

I retired from racing. Shortly after I won my eighth championship with Ferrari. It was a dream come true, but also bittersweet because I couldn't share it with you. I work as a consultant for the team now, just like Niki was for me at Mercedes. You’d have loved him.

It's a different kind of thrill, guiding the next generation of racers, helping them navigate the same challenges I once faced, but it drives me forward.

I’d like to believe you’d be proud of your old man for that.

I sometime wonder if you would have been drawn to racing too, or maybe you'd have found your passion in something entirely different. Whatever it might have been, I would have supported you every step of the way and with all my heart.

I think about the things you'd enjoy often; you know?! The hobbies and interests you'd develop.

Maybe you'd love music, like your mother. She had an incredible ear for it, always humming a tune or singing softly to herself. It’s what got us close in the first place so many years ago.

Perhaps you'd have a knack for building things, creating something out of nothing with your hands and imagination.

Either way, I hope you'd have found joy in the simple things, just like I try and do now.

There's so much I wish I could’ve shared with you. So many lessons I've learned the hard way and would to show you. Life isn't always easy, my little one. It's filled with ups and downs, triumphs and failures.

One of the most important things I wish I could’ve taught you is the value of love. Real love, the kind that fills your heart and soul, and is worth every bit of pain and sacrifice.

I had that with your mother, even if I didn't realize it at the time. She saw right through me, saw the man behind the driver, and loved me for who I was. I'd hope you'd find someone like that, someone who understands and loves you unconditionally.

It might hurt sometimes, but that's how you know it's real. Love isn't always easy, but it's the most beautiful thing.

I would want you to know that it's okay to make mistakes though. I made plenty, and each one taught me something valuable. The key is to learn from them, to grow and become a better person. But each moment, whether good or bad, shapes who you are.

I wish I could have been there to guide you through it all, to help you navigate the challenges and celebrate the victories. My motto has been “Still I Rise” for the longest time and if you wanted it could’ve been yours as well.

Life isn't about being perfect; it's about being true to yourself and striving to be the best version of you.

In the quieter moments I still dream about you, you know. In my dreams, you're a whirlwind of energy, your laughter filling the air. We go on adventures, explore the world together. I teach you what I know, and you teach me about everything else.

Those dreams are my sanctuary, a place where we can be together, even if just for a moment.

Sometimes, I catch myself talking to you out loud, as if you were right beside me. I tell you about my day, about the races, about the world. It might sound silly, but it brings me comfort. It's my way of keeping you close, of making sure you're never forgotten.

Even though we never got to meet, you are a part of me, and I carry you in my heart every day.

You are my greatest loss, but also my greatest gift. You've taught me more about love than anything else in this world.

Sometimes, under a sky full of stars, I imagine you up there with the constellations, looking down at me with curious eyes. And I need you to know that we love you still, deeply and unconditionally.

Ten years old. A whole person with your own personality, dreams, and wishes.

The world missed out on knowing you, and so did I.

But your memory, my precious child, it lives on. It lives on in the way I cherish every moment, every sunrise, every laugh shared with a friend. It lives on in the way I try to be a better person, kinder, someone who would have been a good dad to you.

This letter is my vow written down. A promise that even though you're not here, you'll never be forgotten.

Happy birthday, my sweet child. I hope, wherever you are, you're smiling, knowing that you are loved and cherished.

You are my light, my angel and a part of me. And though the path I walk may be lonely sometimes, I carry you and your mom with me in my heart, always.

With all the love that would have filled a lifetime.

Dad.

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[transmascaraa]

NYX💃🏻 bet you didn't expect me here did you? (You probably did)

Anyways remember that one time you wrote this><

Could you maybe do that with Xiao?? Anyways gotta go back at texting you at discord lmao

Love you<33

bf!xiao headcannons!

you're not used to such kind words of affection...

bf!xiao x adeptus!gn!reader

author's note: OFC OFC I LOVE YOU TOO💗💗 i hope you guys enjoy this one as well as you enjoyed the one with gaming lol^^ (in the end it came out as smthn like js comfort but it includes praise soooo)

"is this what mortals call— praise?.."

-okay so where do i startttt

-at first, when he met you, he didn't understand AT ALL what showing affection meant

-so whenever you showed him affection(which you never received yourself) he felt warm but weird

-since he never kinda received it himself

-i mean after losing so many friends what do you expect lmao

-and he never really understood "love" as a whole

-the only reason you got with him was because YOU confessed, and he said he felt the same way, unknowing that it was literally love itself

-so after quite some time of him asking zhongli what it is and for his help, he understood it pretty much finally

-and seeing you a bit down one day was his chance to do his best to help you.

-you sat on a high cliff, your knees pressed to your chest, in which you buried your head.

-feeling somebody's presence, you lift your head only to see xiao sitting next to you, putting a hand on your back, gently rubbing it.

-but he didn't look at you, not yet, he just kept looking straight into the horizon.

-"i see you don't feel as... good.. as you usually do." to which you just hummed.

-"and... i understand that it can be tough sometimes.." he continued.

-"but i still think that doesn't make you any less of what you already are. the brave and... kind adeptus you are." now you were a bit surprised, to say the least.

-"you're.. beautiful/handsome/fabolous just the way you are and..." he paused to turn his gaze towards you.

-"you're really sweet to me." that's when he noticed your surprised blushing face that replaced the one of despair just a while ago.

-"n-no, xiao... but i'm not-"

-"you are. you're... how do they say it again... perfect..?"

-"i'm not, i swear-"

-"i swear on the powerful and almighty rex lapis. you... shouldn't change for anyone but for yourself. your role as an adeptus like me... i understand your struggles, but you'll get through it, just like i did. you're too strong to look at yourself so lowly."

-"xiao, no-"

-"i promise."

-you were a bit stunned by those simple 2 words.

-"huh?"

-"i said, i promise, if that's how it's said."

-you just hugged him tight, burring your head in the crook of his soft neck, letting him gently hug you in return.

-and even tho you didn't accept his praise and words of affirmation at first, they slowly grew on you after some time.

-you gradually got used to them, just as xiao got used to saying the phrases using them with you.

-and he always kept his promises.

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i haven't written for one character individually in quite a while but damn this is long

in fact i think this is my longest one-character writing😰

it's not a bad thing smh if only every other was as long as this one lmfao

| @mariaace <3

[danrishy-ava]

No words

AvM 35 spoilers!

(Includes HC I adopted from @/multifanforever : Green and Purple are able to 'speak' music and doing it when they can't find right words)

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The door of the backstage room slammed so violently that all four of them thought that the doorframe would just break. No one dared to knock or speak, they kept staring straight, sometimes exchanging the hesitant looks. Green was pissed. And it was a huge understatement. From the moment he came back to his sense and more or less recovered from the stage falling on him, he didn't say anything that the rest of the Color Gang could understand. The concert went the opposite of what it was supposed to go like.

Blue was the first one to try and knock on the door. They slowly raised their hand and asked, hoping that Green would hear them.

"Green? Do you need a healing potion maybe?" They asked softly. Green definitely wasn't in the mood for the talk about the concert, but maybe he needs some healing after the physical damage he received.

"I don't need anything!" Unfortunately, Green wasn't ready to even see anyone. He shouted through the closed door. Everyone could almost see him clenching his fist. "Leave me alone!"

Red stepped forward, but Orange grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled back. He wanted to protest, but just the look on youngest's face was hint enough to understand that they should leave Green to be. The Color Gang slowly left the corridor. They still had to clean up the stage after all...

... Green heard the footsteps getting quieter and quieter, as his friends were leaving. His mind was loud as well, silencing everything around him. The amount of emotions that were flowing through was extremely high and much more than he could actually proceed.

Green kicked the wooden block than they used as table and it flew to the opposite wall. Everything that was on it fell down, vase broke, note sheets scattered around the room. Green picked up one of the sheets. It was the best music he ever made, he worked so damn hard for this concert.

And he didn't get a chance to play it. His time was completely ruined. The applause and cheering the audience gave in the end of the performance weren't his. They didn't hear his music. All they saw was him being completely humiliated by that stupid army of silverfishes. And even his friends were applauding to these bugs. They had fun, they just played with the creatures that made their friend feel so miserable and mad.

All while Green's dream to make a real concert was getting crashed.

He felt hurt. For everyone it was just entertaining show. At least it looked like that. Green crumpled the sheet in his hands, throwing in at the wall and breathing out. He still was so mad. So hurt. He couldn't just get over it. Couldn't move on and accept that things again went wrong. Not when he spent months planning this day. Not when he worked so much for nothing.

Green hopelessly fell on the wooden stairs, hiding his face in hands. The flow of the emotions wasn't getting any easier. Anger was standing out, but everything else kept overwhelming him the more he was thinking about the whole situation. Anxiety, embarrassment...

When that silverfish just appeared, gut feeling told him it won't end good. The performance was already not as perfect as he wanted it to be. He could see audience exchanging looks, whispering and such. Green was already nervous about how the whole concert will go, and the unexpected guest just made this anxiety worse.

And everyone saw it. His helpless attempts to return control, to make the performance go as it was supposed to go. He invited to many people. So many familiar faces, so many people he now wanted to avoid so he could escape this embarrassment and shame. Hell, even Purple and MT were here! And he just failed the whole thing he was so excited about.

He stood up, passing back and forth through the room. The note sheets were getting crumpled under his feets. Green took off the jacket and threw it on the floor, pushing away. He felt like he was the biggest disappointment for not taking control over the situation. On the other hand, how could he predict the damn silverfishes to get so tempted to play music exactly in the moment he was leading the concert?

He slowly sat on the floor, leaning on the wall. He hugged his knees, burying his face in them as tears come to his eyes. The happiest day of his life turned into the worst. And he didn't even know who to blame anymore...

... Suddenly he heard a voice from behind the door. It wasn't exactly a voice, no words were said. But he still could understand everything on some different level. Familiar, soft and comforting violin-like tone appeared out of nowhere. The melody was saying so much, so many things he didn't even realize he wanted to hear. He didn't realize as well that all this time he wasn't silent and kept letting his own musical voice speak for him.

The violin melody was soothing. Green rubbed his eyes, feeling tears on his palm after doing so. His breathing slowly started to slow down, as voice from behind the door kept reassuring him. It wasn't his fault that things went this way. He didn't overreact, he wasn't at wrong for being hurt with how the concert turned out.

Soon tears stopped flowing, the breathing became even. Only headache was reminding him of this breakdown he just had.

"Feeling better?" Purple asked from another side of the door. The voice, this time real one, was quiet, but Green could hear the worry in it.

"Yeah..." Green slowly turned to the door, not sure if it's a good idea to open it or not. "Thank you..."

"Any time." Green could almost see their smile. He closed his eyes as Purple continued. "Anyone would be upset in your place."

Green let out a relieved breath, leaning on the door. The feeling of being hurt with the situation didn't disappear, but he felt better. He felt heard and understood.

"Take your time." Said Purple, as if they felt that Green wasn't ready to come out yet. They both kept sitting in silence for quite some time, occasionally exchanging their musical voices. It was mich easier than picking words.

Everything went terrible today, but at least Green had someone who could understand how he feels without any word...

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[thebestsetter]

Which Blue Lock character should you date based on your MBTI? + some relationship headcannons

~ A/n: this is TOTALLY based on my opinion about the characters' MBTIs. You can desagree with me and give me suggestions on how to do better in the next part! (Assuming there's gonna be a next part lol)

Isagi Yoichi

◇ I feel like Isagi's an INFJ, since he's overall a selfless and kind person (off the field of course). He's also perceptive and creative to find solutions to his problems in the field and in life, but he may also end up overanalyzing and overthinking things a lot

◇ Based on that, Isagi would be attracted to someone with a great sense of humor and who would show interest in what he has to say about something, be it football or any other topic

◇ He would also enjoy being with someone lively and ambivert/extroverted, who would encourage him to be the best version of himself and would brighten up his days

◇ So, I think ENFJ and ENFP would work PERFECTLY with Isagi, since they tend to be more extroverted and care A LOT about their partners, and show it openly (something tells me Isagi would love to be babied by his partner)

◇ He would be one of the greatest Blue Lock boyfriends imo, a real sweetheart. He would 100% take you to the best dates ever and would probably ask his mother for advice about how to act around you☝️

◇ He would die for a supportive girlfriend who would cheer loudly for him during his games, he'd feel so appreciated!

◇ 10/10 boyfriend.

Karasu Tabito

◇ Karasu's 100% a ESTJ. Don't argue w/ me, you know I'm right.

◇ He's loyal, rational, objective, practical and responsible. He's also reliable and extroverted.

◇ Even with all these qualities, Karasu can act a little hasty and not be respectful when hearing opinions contrary to his own beliefs.

◇ In a relationship, he looks for someone who is supportive and respectful, patient and understanding

◇ He's a great boyfriend and brings out the best in his partner, helping them achieve their dreams and goals

◇ So, Karasu would have a great relationship with someone who would offer a balance to his somewhat "commanding" nature through a more sensitive and adaptable personality, such as an ISFP, or someone who would also be as methodical and rational as him, like an ISTJ

◇ He would LOVE if his partner watched his football games and, in return, he would watch theirs too, no matter what sport they played

◇ If you're an artist, he loves complimenting your art pieces and says you're like a modern-time Picasso (even though some of them may look like they were drawn by a 5 year old with crayons)

◇ Overall, the best boyfriend ever (literally the loml)

Rin Itoshi

◇ Rin's a very reserved introvert, for sure, but he's also very ambitious, determined and self-confident

◇ With that said, he would be an INTJ

◇ Imo, he would need someone to balance his "cold" personality with a cheerful and outgoing personality, like ESFPs or ENFPs, or a more reserved partner that's still a little ambiverted, like an ISFP

◇ To date an INTJ, you must understand that there are times when they just want their personal space and tranquility, which also applies to Rin

◇ He would try not to be so hard on you, but sometimes the feelings would "escape" (old habits die hard Ig) and he might come out as a little harsh. Don't yell at him, he would definitely regret it quickly! His ego is just too big to admit it sometimes....

◇ Not a bad boyfriend, just needs someone patient with him!!

◇ I think his love language would be acts of service, since he's a little shy about expressing his feeling with words

◇ So, your relationship with him would be based on "little things". Like grabing something you can reach from the top of a shelf or tying your shoelaces for you

◇ Overall a very good boyfriend!!!

Pls someone tell me the easiest and quickest way to become an ISFP or ISTP 🙏😭

[ysrjune]

Okay another fic idea, Nerd!Anakin talking about something that the reader doesn’t understand but she just thinks he looks so cute talking about it that she doesn’t even ask questions, just sits there intently listening to every word because he has the prettiest voice and a face that matches, meanwhile he’s super passionate about the topic and doesn’t even realize she’s making heart eyes at him until she makes it abundantly clear

“Oh! and then they started talking about how—” you tuned out whetever else he was saying since you didn’t even understand. all you paid attention to was the way his eyebrows would shift upwards when he remembered something he forgot to add, the way he spoke with his hands everywhere in the air, making circles or pointing to nothing.. the way he smiled everytime he recalled something someone said that made them sound stupid.. Anakin just looks so cute whenever he talks your ear off about the things hes working on or the conversations him and his colleagues had.

He really thought you were listening since you made eye contact and nodded your head along with a few ‘mhm’s and ‘yeah’s. the only reason he didnt notice you weren’t listening was because his eyes were darting around everywhere because he always needs to be looking all over the place when hes explaining something or else he ends up repeating himself and stuttering a lot. “Maddie said she was getting tired of Vixx talking about jars..” he all of a sudden went off topic. “I don’t really get her fascination with jars, its weird, but I never say anything.” Anakin adjusted his glasses.

“Ugh, how could I forget! Vixx told Mad—” there he went again. changing topics for the 5th time. not like you even noticed.. you thought he was still talking about writing and a bunch of other things he always babbles about. it took only a few moments for you to realize that he hasn't realized you were staring at him and not actually paying attention. for a whole minute, you tried to make it obvious but he just kept saying stuff. “Anakin,” you start off, and receiving his attention right away. “yeah?” he responds. “im not paying attention to a word you’re saying, you know that, right?”

he became a little embarrassed, looking down at his hands resting on his tummy. “no, I didn't notice.. sorry for talking so much about these things, but I—” you stopped him and took his hand. “its not like you’re being annoying.. its just that whenever you talk about these things, you look really cute.” she smiles, rubbing his thumb with hers. “the way you talk with your hands, the way you adjust your glasses every 5 minutes—gosh, its just.. I cant pay attention to what you're saying while you look so handsome doing it.” Anakin blushes, looking down at his sweatpants, not smiling (because hes still a little embarrassed, but relieved for the most part.)

“Oh.” he finally replied and looked over to you. “so you have a thing for me not being able to stay still. is that it?” he laughed and kissed your cheek. “well, I think it's cute that you make heart eyes at me while I'm talking about things you sometimes don't understand.” his hand travels to her hip, bringing her in closer while he rests on his side to match her position. “I love you, baby. thanks for letting me talk and not telling me to shut up just so you can make out with me or something.” he joked again and placed a loving kiss on your lips.

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@vixxensvoid and @heartsforanakin MENTIONED 🥰🥰 (not paid actors in this HAW HAW!!)

[suplicyy]

this is really specific but haikyuu characters reacting to the reader sticking different flowers in their hair throughout the entire school day!!

A Flower for my Lover

Summary — Haikyuu characters reacting to you putting flowers in their hair at school.

Characters — Kuroo, Daichi, Ushijima, Suna, Hajime, Hinata.

— Fluff

— Gn!Reader

You're in the school's botany club, and recently you've been secretly picked up some flowers from your club for one purpose: put flowers in your loved one's hair at any time at school.

And this has been going on for almost a week, and it looks like you won't get tired of making this strangely affectionate gesture anytime soon...

Kuroo Tetsuro

The first time you did this he was confused, but soon after he joined in too!

The first few times he was taken by surprise and couldn't react, but as time went by he started to lightly tease you about the act.

If you are short, he would raise his head as high as he could so you wouldn't reach him, while laughing at your irritated face because of his teasing.

But don't worry about this!! Kuroo actually loves it when you put random flowers on his hair by surprise.

He would also pick some smaller flowers from the grass, and try to do the same to you.

By the end of the day you would both be laughing as you look at each other's flower-filled hair.

Daichi Sawamura

The first time you did this, he didn't even realize there was something in his hair.

He only realized it when he entered the gym and his teammates were laughing and teasing him.

And at that moment Daichi already knew who was responsible for putting this little flower on his head.

He knows he can't resist because he knows you won't stop, so he just accepts the situation with a laugh.

But what you didn't expect was that the next day he would show up at your door with a bouquet of flowers for you. <3

He approaches you as he takes one of the flowers present in the bouquet, and places one behind your ear, looking passionately at you.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

He really didn't understand why you were doing this.

You thought that when you put a flower in his hair he would express some emotion, but all you got was the same dull expression as always.

I think Ushijima would say something like "That's childish."

You would have thought he didn't like it if you hadn't seen his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.

He wouldn't protest if you kept doing that (Deep down he likes you doing this, but he would never admit it out loud.)

He doesn't really understand why you were doing this all the time, but if it makes you happy he would keep letting you do it.

Rintaro Suna

He would be the type of person who is too jaded to protest to things like that, so he just accepts the situation.

But I think Suna would find your gesture cute to be honest.

When he wasn't training, he would always stay close to you, as if he were your shadow. So putting flowers in his hair would be a pretty easy task.

Sometimes he would take a photo of himself and post it on his story, tagging you in the corner of the image along with a song that reminds him of you!!

And he would do the same to you, putting flowers in your hair and taking a picture of you, always reminding you how beautiful you are.

Hajime Iwaizumi

Just like Daichi, he also wouldn't realize he has flowers in his hair. With you hugging him so lovingly like that, how would he imagine that you were putting flowers in his hair without him knowing?

He would only realize that something was wrong when Oikawa and the other third years started laughing in his face.

But after throwing a ball in their head, they didn't have the courage to say anything else after that.

Initially, Iwa thought you did it for the purpose of mocking him, but when he notices how sweetly you're looking at him, he dismisses that possibility.

With a blush on his cheeks, he lets you continue to style his hair with the flowers, but don't expect him to keep them in his hair all day.

Hinata Shoyo

He sure would be a blushing mess.

And him being short is a great advantage for you, as you can put flowers in his hair more easily.

At first Hinata would be shy, but as time went by he would start laughing at the situation along with you!

If he saw any flowers on the way to school, he would pick them up and secretly keep them from you.

And the moment you were distracted... flowers would be all over your hair, just like you do with it!!

His happy smile when he sees that you fell for your own prank is certainly priceless.

A/N — Hellooo, tysm for your request!!

You told me to do it with "Haikyuu characters" , but that description is very vague since there are MANY characters...😭

So I put all the characters I could remember in a roulette wheel and chose 6 of them, and the result was the ones that appeared here!! So I'm sorry if there's a character that you don't like. 💔💔

[fishnapple]

CRYSTAL READING : Getting in touch with your inner child

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Book a personal reading for you.

Reading for each group below:

1. Moss agate

An active child radiating warm energy everywhere they go.

There is something oddly vulnerable yet brave about your inner child.

A balanced yin and yang energy.

Every passing emotion and need is shown truthfully, no hiding.

I see a red apple under the sun, so full and warm.

The way your inner child sees the world is very unique and magical. If you speak from the inner wisdom of your inner child's honestly, without filters, you would see the profound impacts those words have on everyone.

This child is very creative and always on the move, ready to have fun with their friends. I see that your inner child doesn't really like solitude very much. They need to be free, mingling with people and nature. They care very much about other's well-being.

Life should be an endless adventure with new discovery every moment. To honestly be open to life and see the beauty of it. That is your inner child's belief. Their message for you would be "drink plenty, eat healthy, getting your daily dose of sunshine and play with me often."

🪆How to get more in touch with your inner child :

Make your emotions more transparent

Sharing the little things with people

Be open-minded , speak with candour and honesty without judgement

Go on adventures, travel

Move your body around, dancing, sports

Try out foreign culture's foods

2. Citrine

A doer rather than a talker.

There is a dualistic energy to your inner child.

Soft, gentle, but assertive and bold

Elusive and intense

Quiet but deeply philosophical, is both the teacher and the student

Discipline yet messy

Your inner child is very independent and solid. They don't really need other people's validation or praise to know their worth. Quite stubborn also. Sometimes, they would find it hard to accept help or advice from others.

There is a fascination with hidden things, mysteries, but also a reluctance to delve into them.

Your inner child likes routine and structure. They would feel threatened and nervous if your life is lacking those.

Their deepest need is to have faith and hope in life, that is also their biggest fear, to lose faith and hope. They are very brave, but everything needs to have meaning for them to understand and navigate the world.

Their ideal about the world is deep and compassionate. If you live your life in a directionless and superficial way, your inner child will be very lost and sad. Their message for you would be "always look for the light."

🪆How to get more in touch with your inner child :

Have some routine and build more structure in your daily life

Getting to know your inner fears, shadow work

Speak with intention and when necessary only, avoid frivolities

Finding faith, what you truly believe in

Be more assertive and brave, but with a gentle touch

3. Moonstone

I see an image of a child making a snow angel.

Life is a celebration for your inner child.

Nothing sets your inner child in a high mood than sudden outings and adventure. I think your inner child could get along very well with the first group's inner child 🤭, they are so similar.

I'm also seeing building blocks and castles. Your inner child enjoys building things.

Their deepest need is to be protected and guided through the dark. They could have a fear of the darkness, ghosts, and unknown entity.

Even though they are brave and open, they seem to have endured some deep pains that make them fearful. Lacking an authoritative figure to guide them, having domineering and demanding care takers.

They would love to talk to you constantly, to connect with you, and always be a companion for you. Their message for you right now would be "no matter how things change, we will build our castle tall and strong to weather them all, just be sure to keep the light on"

🪆How to get more in touch with your inner child :

Journaling your thoughts, whimsical inspiration

Active imagination, imagine having a dialogue with your inner child

Lying down, facing the sky above

Making something that feels magical

A kaleidoscope

Going for a swim, taking a run

Discover some new hobbies

Love.