#is it me or is there almost no talk about welt in general?

[darabeatha]

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[k9wa]

𑣲 RENEWAL. ft. DAN (F)HENG

⠀ — it is not he that is familiar to you, nor you to him.

⠀ OR

⠀ — time and reincarnation aren’t enough to ever make you truly forget each other.

⚠︎ angst if you squint, fluff, mild hsr spoilers? thank u to the high cloud quintet for having the most heart breaking lore, i listened to memory by toby fox on repeat while writing this.

dan heng wasn’t sure what to feel when his eyes met yours.

familiarity? no, that’s not possible. he’s never met you.

nostalgia? no, that too was not possible. he cannot name one person who your eyes could possibly remind him of.

…what was it? what was it that had left dan heng unable to will his gaze to move somewhere else? surely the intense eye contact was leaving you uncomfortable, even he was beginning to feel squirmy in his own skin as you stared back at him with an equal intensity.

dan heng can feel something in the deepest pit of his mind, leaking down and adding to the tense knot in his gut. 

yet, the feeling isn’t…unwelcome.

it’s warm. it’s akin to a comforting hand on his shoulder, or a small squeeze to his fingers. he could not, no matter how hard he tried, recall a time such a sensation had left him so utterly speechless. 

“dan heng?”

it’s welt’s voice that finally pulled him out of his trance, his eyes blinking rapidly a few times before he turned his head to look at the older man.

“sorry. what was that?”

dan heng shook his head as if to rid himself of the thoughts of you. what was your name again? yukong had just informed him. not that he was really listening, anyway.

the conversation between his crew and the sky-faring commissions helm master continued on, talk of stellarons and something about the cloud knight’s general. dan heng couldn’t seem to focus despite his efforts.

another voice calls out to him just before he can depart alongside caelus and march, however this time it is not the deep and rough voice of his companion, but one that is much sweeter, and seems to strike a chord somewhere within him.

“dan heng?”

he turns around and is once more met with your eyes. dan heng willed himself to blink and nod before he could be entranced by them once more.

“i apologize, but…”

you trailed off before you were able to get the words out of your mouth, and there you found yourself back in the odd silence the two of you had just broken out of.

“…have we met before?”

you asked, and it finally clicked with dan heng where he had seen only snippets and flashes of you before.

my dreams, he thought. the dreams that haunted him night in and night out, but would occasionally grant him just a glance of a peaceful memory.

“no. we haven’t.”

you’re an amicassador of the sky-fairing commission, one brought on board long after he was banned from the ship that you called home. your meeting at any point before now would have been impossible.

yet, his mind drifts to the occasional memory he has only when deep in slumber.

“yingxing gifted me this.”

he looks down at you, head in his lap as you pull a small jade coin out of your pocket, a fine “永” carefully carved into the surface.

“he has too much time on his hands now that jing yuan is growing.”

your chuckle is soothing to his ears, the sound like a balm applied directly to his soul.

your face is unclear, almost as if his eyes are unfocused. yet your voice is unmistakable.

“i don’t disagree.”

is all he responds, fingers idly pushing a few stray hairs behind your ear as he looks down at you. although he can’t see it, he can feel the grass he and you reside on, smell the pollen off the fresh flowers the breeze blows towards him, can feel the sun on his skin.

“you’re sure?” you question again, voice just as calming as he was sure he’d imagined until now.

“you just—“ you chuckle a bit, almost awkwardly. “—seem so familiar, is all.”

you try to approach the topic subtly, but you truly did know him. from your own dreams, the ones you had that woke you in a cold sweat from just how real and jarring they felt, regardless of whether they were mild or sweet in nature. they conjured such emotion in you.

“baiheng was telling me of reincarnation.”

you muse to him, sitting with one hand on the ground just over his crossed legs, leaving you leaning across him.

“do you believe in such a thing?”

“of course.”

he nods, hand naturally finding it’s place on your waist.

“don’t you?”

“i don’t think so.”

you reach your free hand out to play mindlessly with the silver trim of his robes.

“it’s a nice thought, though.”

dan feng can only hum quietly.

“some day,” he began, drawing your attention back up to his face. “after i reach my end, i’ll come back to find you.”

the small tug of his lips could only be described as a smirk, but it felt softer than that.

“to prove it to you.”

you tilt your head teasingly, brow cocked.

“how will you recognize me?” “I would know you blind.”

he can feel his chest warm as you smile at him.

“i’ll hold you to that.”

“sorry.” dan heng bowed his head lightly. 

“but we haven’t met before.”

he was being truthful, you hadn’t. it was your past lives that you two had been acquainted, had formed a bond so strong that it appeared to have transcended death itself.

dan heng did not wish to have dan feng’s deeds or past haunt him any more than they already do. the urge he felt to sit and talk with you, to perhaps hold your hand or touch your face would surely only lead him down a path he’d apparently gone down centuries ago.

“right.”

you nod at him, bowing yourself.

“sorry to keep you, it was nice to meet you.”

dan heng was released and regrouped with his crew, march and caelus bickering about something or the other and walking ahead of him. he decided to stay a bit further behind with welt.

his decision quickly regretted when welt gave him a knowing look, the lines on the older man’s forehead deepening as his eyebrows pushed together.

“you know them.”

“i know who they used to be. that’s all.”

welt can read the room well enough to know to end the topic there. dan heng had never enjoyed or been keen on talking of dan feng, and being back on the xianzhou alone had already left him with an unusual tension in his shoulders.

even as he walked away, moving up to engage in conversation with the sillier two of the quadrant, dan heng couldn’t shake you from his head. your smile, the way you held yourself as yukong introduced you, the small laugh that he had not expected would weave itself so deeply in his chest.

he kept walking on anyway. dan heng was not him.

⠀ 𑣲 MASTERLIST / GOT A REQUEST ?

[yurinaa-world]

hellooo please make when jing yuan, blade, welt, and luocha gets jealous when you're w another boy and they spot this. thank youuu

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Jing Yuan, Blade, Welt, and Luocha x Gender-Neutral Reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: getting jealous seeing their s/o talking to another man

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, Spelling mistakes

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

There are two types of jealousy for Jing Yuan.

It’s playful when he sees you with your "little friend." He doesn’t say anything to you until you're both alone together and get pouty and mopy. "I’m not enough for you (Name) that you had to go to another man?"

He says, almost sounding like it’s real, before wrapping his arms around you and hiding his face in your chest, pretending to be in tears, "It’s not like that, Jing Yuan; we’re just friends!" You denied trying to peel him away from your chest to look at him.

Instead, you see him with a grin on his face.

The second being in a possessive way, like he can’t keep his hands off of you; you are his lover and only his; who knows, this "little friend" of yours might have caught feelings for you since he’s spending so much time with you?

But he should know not to touch The General of The Xianzhou Luofu Lover.

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

You can tell. Well, sometimes he always has a poker face and doesn’t say anything since he trusts you, but in the end, jealousy gets the better of any man.

You can’t help noticing a blade glaring at your friend with Kafka beside him whispering in his ears, most likely to mess with him, saying that your friend might steal you away from him.

When you arrive home, only one thing to say is good luck, because Blade has his arms and rough hands going, caressing your figure, not letting you go, and kissing you all over your neck.

He wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon.

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔

He’s a calm man; not a lot of things bother him. He trusts you and your friend after all; you're the one who accepted his ring on your finger, but hearing you talk so much about your friend is nice; it’s good to be close with other people. He isn't stopping you by any means.

But Welt seems more clingy than usual; he just can’t keep his hands off of you, but you pay no mind to it.

Until one night, he had his arms around you, your back against his chest, and he whispered in your ear. You couldn’t even understand what he was saying since you were so flustered!

He can admit that he’s jealous. There's nothing wrong with jealousy; it's a human emotion. After all, he’ll tell you why he’s jealous; it’s just that sometimes he wants your pretty self all to himself.

𝐿𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽𝒶

Luocha is similar to Welt; he makes no big deal about it. If you say that you're nothing but friends, then that's that, but of course, things get lonely whenever you're not around since you talk quite a lot.

When you come back to the cabin you rented for the stay there, you just find Luocha on the bed sitting up right back against the headboard whilst reading a book, with of course his coffin in the closet (Since you sort of find it weird since he brings it everywhere with him).

You just sit beside him and put the book on the side table before he gives you a long kiss on the lips. His hands rub your back before going underneath your shirt and going up your back. Feeling his soft, smooth fingers always makes you shiver.

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[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Hi!! Can i request the re8 women with an s/o thats really insecure of her big thighs (smut and fluff) please!! thank you in advance!!! :))

Hello, dear! ♥️ I hope you don't mind that I went with our dear Countess on this one 👀😌

Alcina looked at you incredulously, almost offended at your words as you stood in front of the mirror, half clothed.

"What.. did you just say?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.

"They're too big, my lady! Just look at them!"

You smacked the outer part of your thigh, making them jiggle. An act that only made the Countess' eyes narrow in an entirely different way.

"Draga, your thighs are exquisite. A feast for the eyes, among.. other things."

She stood, slowly circling your body before coming to stand beside you in the mirror.

"Why, it'd be nothing but an honor to mark over every inch of that supple flesh of yours, pet."

You pouted, pulling the shirt you wore down a little lower in a poor attempt to cover your exposed skin.

"You're just saying that."

The Lady sighed and placed her cigarette onto it's holder on the dresser. A single fluid movement of her fingers and the back of her dress was unbuttoned, the soft fabric willowing to the floor beneath her. You instantly blushed - not that you hadn't seen Alcina's naked before - but you honestly didn't think you'd ever not blush at such a sinful sight.

"Now, my dear.. tell me, what do you see?"

"Fucking beauty."

Alcina chuckled. "Language."

"Ah.. sorry.. I mean.. you're beautiful, my lady."

"Mh.. and how much larger would you say my thighs are than yours?"

You bit your bottom lip, eyes grazing over the ashen landscape that was the lower part of her body.

"Quite.. quite a bit."

"Exactly.. and does that make them any less beautiful?"

"What!? No! But you're.. you! I'm just-"

She leaned down low, taking your chin between two fingers.

"Just what? Careful with your words, draga."

You huffed slightly. "I mean.. I'm just.. you know.. me-"

Before you could fully finish your sentence you were lifted into the air and tossed onto the Countess' bed - rough enough to pull a small amount of air from your lungs but still placed with the upmost of care. Your body instantly overcome with a fevered heat as she moved in a little closer, removing your underwear with a single swish of her claws.

Clicking her tongue in disappointment, Alcina leaned down.

"We have talked about this, pet, have we not?"

You nodded, cheeks already flushed in a deep crimson.

"Y-yes, my lady."

"And what did we discuss, hm?"

"That.. that there's nothing.. just.."

A pause - followed by a moan when her hand came down against your thighs in response, marking it with a delicious red welt.

"Mmph-! That there's n-nothing just about me! My lady."

"Mh.. better."

Alcina rose to her full height before coming to join you on the bed, her large frame positioned directly in front of where your body lay.

"Now, draga.. lie back while I take my time marking this pretty flesh of yours."

Your eyes closed at the first touch - as her lips came to your skin, quickly followed the graze of her teeth and the sweet sting of her claws. And oh, how the juices pooled within the heated space between your legs, building with each imprint of her claim on you - with each drop of blood that trickled down the inner and outer parts of your thighs from the deeper ones. Your breath catching in your throat as the warmth of her breath moved even closer to your core.

"Such a stunning pet. So perfect."

Another kiss, and then another, only stopping after she finally placed one to your clit.

"And all mine." She growled.

Her tongue swept generously over your core and you nearly lost control, hips immediately bucking into her. The Castle air, cool - soothing against the heated marks on your skin and exposing the full measure of your arousal.

"Yes, all yours." You gasped.

A moan mixed with a growl muffled into the wet folds that enveloped the lower part of her face - vibrating against your entrance and making you even needier, desperate.

"M-more." You pleaded.

The Lady obliged, lifting your hips with one hand as the other came to your core - a single tease over the slit of you before her finger slid in, filling your core almost instantly.

You moaned, embarrassingly loud and with zero inhibitions.

"Someone's greedy." The Lady smirked.

"Y'yes."

The next few moments were but a blur, with the Lady's finger driving relentlessly in and out of you. Forcing one wave of pleasure over you after another as your whole body convulsed in pleasure - time and time again. And even if you'd wanted to, there was no voice for which to protest with - not to tell her you've had enough as each word in your body was swallowed by a cry.. a moan.. an endless scream into the night as your desire continuously soaked her bed sheets below you.

By the time your body had fallen breathless to the bed you could barely think, barely breathe. Panting as a thick fog of bliss took residence in your mind and aftershocks of pleasure rolled warmly over you.

"Alcina-"

"Hush, pet. Reserve your energy."

You nodded, allowing your breath to slowly begin to return to normal. A few moments and one or two glasses of water later and Alcina came to sit beside you, fingers gently tracing over some of the marks she gave you.

"Now.. draga.. the next time you have these unsavory thoughts about yourself, I want you to take a look at these marks and remind yourself of exactly what I think of you."

You looked at her sheepishly, blushing even harder when you saw the full lengths of what she'd done to you.

"I .. I will, my lady."

"Good. Good, pet."

[miam0re]

Overheard Fantasies | Honkai Star Rail

Warning: Fantasies(mentions) of- Group Sex/Gang Bang, Blowjobs, Cunnilingus, Anal stuff, spanking, biting, deep throating, cum swallowing, more stuff i probably missed

Summary: And there you were with your best friends, talking about your fantasies of fucking the men you've met...who happen to be hearing your conversation from the other room

Pairings: Welt Yang, Jing Yuan, Gepard X Fem!Reader (together)

Mia's Notes: Yooo This was inspired by THIS ASK asked by @cxxmine lots of love for the ask!! I wanted to include whichever men i could but Im not too good with writing group stuff so I thought I'd write for 3! If you all like it then maybe I can write more owo but yep this is it for now, I hope you enjoy it mwah mwah Ps bold text is you talking and the normal text is their reaction

“Oh, Mr.Yang? He’s such a dilf, ya know? Like I would totally spread my legs wide open for him-oh or maybe just sit on his face- and I just know that he’s got the most skilled tongue ever. Would I call him ‘daddy’? Absolutely yes. Would I start whoring out if he called me his dearest little one? You bet I would be an obedient girl for him while all the other guys watch me be good for him."

Your sweet Mr.Welt Yang coughs into his fist, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, imagining it accidentally bump against your clit while he eats you. Really, he wasn’t that much older than them in looks…but apparently, in your eyes, you considered him a ‘Daddy’. Maybe he would almost immediately get addicted to the taste of your leaking juices, lapping them up greedily the way he’s imagined so many times. Yes, he’d desire for you to be a good girl for him, he doesn’t have the time to tame you and discipline you. But maybe a few harsh bites to your thighs, leaving marks of his presence ought to do the trick. 

“I’d let him play with my ass while I’m being eaten out by Welt. I just get this feeling that he has the biggest thing for asses like have you guys noticed how his eyes keep wandering down when I walk in front of him? And if you’re asking if I’d let him stuff my hole…perhaps. I bet he has a collection of toys. Yeah…I wanna use them. I would also shamelessly ride his fingers if he asked me to.”

He’s smiling to himself, a slight glimmer in his golden eyes with faint pink dusting his cheeks. You are quite the observant lass aren’t you? Seeing the way his eyes have been stealing glances at your plush ass. And since you’re so willing to permit him to have his way with you, maybe he would stuff you with one of the many plugs in his possession. All different shapes and sizes that will stimulate you till you’re convulsing and rolling your eyes to the back of your skull. If you’re good for him, maybe he’ll smack your butt to sear his touch into your skin for you to never forget. And if nothing else, he’s got his long slender fingers that he can thrust into your puckered up hole till you’re loose and prepared for his cock. 

“Awww I’d love to see his face all flustered and red as he tries to keep his composed self. Definitely going to give him head in this situation. Kiss his pretty red tip and run my hands up and down his thick cock- you know he’s gotta be sporting a monster behind those pants with a body and adorable personality like that. Roll my tongue all over the length till he’s shaking and cumming on me.”

Oh my…oh dear…Gerard has gone as red as a tomato, covering his burning ears to cool them and try to not let any more of your vulgar thoughts corrupt his mind. But he’s already too far gone, imagining having your hair in a fist while pushing you down on his generous length, watching how you so professionally swallow it all up, hollowing your cheeks to vacuum around his hot dick. Oh god, he’s imagining the way you’ll drool all over him and then lick him base to tip to clean the saliva and precum. If you’ll go on looking at him with those dazed eyes, he might just shoot a heavy load down your throat, clutching the back of your neck to keep you in place as he bucks into you. 

The three men accidentally make eye contact with each other, breaking the uncomfortable gaze and bouncing on their heels, hands in their pockets to adjust their growing boners. 

Will any of them make the first move to talk to you? I guess it’s up to March to decide how this plays out!!

[o-hora-o]

hello your art is amazing !! i wondered, do you have hcs / doodles / thoughts about the aftermath of the 1955 disaster ? be it eins and tesla's reaction, how they had to support each others to rise again, how eins had to survive joyce's loss etc... also i'm curious because we always talk about einjoyce in 55 naturally, but the game showed us she still thinks of him even in 2018, it's been so long.... after all the welt joyce is the whole pillar emblem and creation of anti-entropy, it must be hard to be one of the founder of a worldwide organization based on your old lover's legacy otl

Thank you very much!!! Both for the compliment and the question. I often think about 55's aftermath, of course. And these thoughts torment me most of the time so that I draw sketches and make hcs about the alternative outcome. Sometimes I do want to draw more arts about canonical events, and I probably will but it's just...hard.  

Now further goes my headcanonical 1955 disaster aftermath and einjoyce fan ramble and I’m sorry in advance if this is not what you expected to hear from me: 

In the novel, Ada mentioned that after waking up, Ein and Tesla accepted everything that had happened very calmly. But I imagine Ada wasn't present there when they woke up, she spent all her time with Joachim and took care of him. And maybe at some point, the boy got so attached to her that that’s why he eventually decided to run away with her for 20 years, away from the problems and legacy of the late hero (And then hi3 mentions Ada only...what, once?) I imagine that Ada was really the only one who could look after Joachim because Planck spent most of her time in the hospital. 

So, now let’s talk about Planck. I love Emma, she might have quirks but she’s very dear to me. She played the mother figure whose presence could bring the sense of peace, comfort and safety. Emma was “everything is going to be alright” person with a strong yet soft spirit, she was someone Lieserl aspired to be. But oh, how lonely she’d been...throughout all her life. I think Carl was the only one who understood her like no one else. Then she lost him and was on the verge of losing her dear girls. Not to mention she had already lost Edison and Schrodinger. She had to take Edison's place and single-handedly create an entire organization out of the ashes, and Schrodinger...Planck did not live to see the day when it turned out that Erwin was alive. So yeah, Emma was a lonely woman with no one by her side but the unthinkable unbearable burden, she was the first one who had to carry the weight of the World on her shoulders. All in all, back in 1955-56 Plank was either in the hospital or busy trying to find a new base. Oh, yes, most likely she had to organize funerals which Ein and Tesla, obviously, missed. 

Ein and Tesla...as I’ve already said once, not seeing waking-up-from-coma scene in the novel was the greatest loss but the greatest blessing at the same time. I think it was the hardest and most horrific moment in their lives. And I also like to imagine around then they got drunk together for the first time. 

To be honest, I admire Tesla's copium and how she's doing...mostly alright these days. Especially regarding her unfortunate life. But damn how easily 1955 can trigger her. I think she's been holding a very deep personal grudge against Welt all these years. She almost never mentions him or speaks his name out load and, in general, she never speaks of those years either, unlike Ein. If Ein and Joachim are stuck mentally in the past, Tesla seems to exist only within "today". It's only when Joachim tries to sacrifice himself over and over again all the accumulated resentment and despair wakes up in her. Because Welt's sacrifice did all this to Joachim and Welt's legacy is louder than Tesla's cry to stop playing a lonely hero. I think Tesla is a definition of "I told you so" in this story. She was the one who foresaw Welt's death. She was the one who wanted to share her "know there's nothing worth remembering in our lives so there's no need to dwell on the past" ideology to help him let go of the guilt and start appreciating his life. I think she cared about him no less then Ein because I see Tesla and Welt as a younger brother/older sister duo, they always bicker, tease but care for each other nonetheless. So of course when she woke up, she was lost, angry, hysterical and hurt. I think she deserves no less than Joachim or Ein the opportunity to meet Welt again and to talk everything she’s been holding inside all these years out. But apparently this was too boring for the writers, and they just decided to erase Welt’s soul for forever and took away from AE the opportunity to try locating his soul in the core and bring him back when they’re not busy preventing the end of the world every day. But instead, we got Joffrey (I have nothing against the boy but this whole clone thing just feels so.... utterly wrong, help). And I find it ironic that the one who unwillingly made Tesla’s life a mess is, kinda, became her son whom she’s been taking care of and who will be by her side from now on. 

And Lieserl...you know, I’ve never been a fan of romantic stories but somehow einjoyce got a chokehold on me and my heart, for me they’re the true manifestation of soulmates and match-made-in-heaven thing. I already had a little brainrot post about her living after 1955 but yes, you are right, she still thinks of him even in 2018 and I still can’t wrap my mind around it. That and the fact she’d been analysing him for 3 years before she took him in to the 42 lab. For 3 years, without seeing him in person (and she even tried to practice talking less “nonsense” so she would look mysterious and idk attractive to him? But totally failed on the very first day spent together with him). And then, in the course of one, ONE, month Welt became someone who could not only understand Ein’s quirks, chaotic thoughts but also enjoy her personality and communicate with her in pure silence. He was the last one she talked to so freely and who actually listened to her. And Lieserl being ready to rather die than let Erwin hurt Welt is a whole “hear me out” conversation on its own. So yes, I believe a part of her died that day with Welt and the other - later on with the death of her "ultimate navigator" Planck (I still think about how she shortly mentioned that that period was a nightmare for the organization). Now she's just Doctor Einstein and even though she acts as her younger self from time to time she still feels like an... empty cold vessel with an escapistic fixation on work, books and games. And if she has no Tesla to tease, no work to do, no book to read and no game to play, she escapes into nostalgic thoughts. Does she really care about the future of the world and humanity? Because I think she can't care less about 99% people around her. She and Joachim are just driven by symbolic and twisted sense of Welt's legacy who thought his death would be insignificant and then it turned their lives upside down and inside out. Does she even care about Joachim or just sees him as a part of Welt’s legacy? 

But back to the 1956. 

Would it be too sadistic to imagine she had a long dream in which no one died whilst she was in coma? I remember I had an old headcanon similar to this one but it's about present days where 14th Herrscher puts everyone to sleep with an ideal dream. And it back loops to the moment when Ein wakes up in sweat early in the morning in the villa of Southend-on-Sea.  

But anyway. The moment when she woke up from coma...I’m no writer but let’s say her consciousness awakened before her sensations. She couldn't understand where she was or who she was. She didn't remember what happened. And this void of perception caused both calmness and unease for her, everything around felt like through fathomless water. It was hard for her to open eyes and concentrate because she was met by blinding light and dizziness instead. Her hands were shaking, and her body was shivering when she tried to get up. As she called for Welt and Tesla her lips felt numb and every word seemed to scratch her throat, taking away all her energy so that she was ready to fall asleep again. And let’s say Tesla woke up sooner than Ein so that Nicola and Emma were both in anticipation and fear of the moment when she would wake up only to split her life into “before” and “after” with mere three words. She would be in denial and panic would slowly rise up her throat. As the realisation set in, she would slowly suffocate on the verge of tears. Because all of it was so unfair, she entrusted her little World’s fate to the world, and it took him away. She failed to protect him, and the guilt slowly consumed her from the inside day after day, year after year. And to give her an eternal life with an option of ending it by her will is... sigh. I hope she and Tesla at least got sedative pills while in hospital. 

So that’s when Tesla and Ein formed a strong bond. But their problem is that they are constantly keeping all their opinions, feelings and thoughts to themselves (yes, even Tesla) and most likely it resulted in various quarrels and then Emma helped them realise that from now on they only have each other and the life will go on but in the end... they will be the only one left.  

Sometimes I forget that not long after all of this hospital chaos they took part in numerous interviews with Joachim who had to shapeshift into Welt's appearance, and he had to do that for years. That's almost as dreadful as getting eternal lives.  

As you can see, I can endlessly talk about them and all the known scenes they took part in after 1955. I honestly tried to write my thoughts as short as possible, and I hope you don’t regret opening this door into abyss of my endless thoughts with your question. 

[beneathashadytree]

Hello dear author! I've just recently watched Moriarty the Patriot and I cannot get over the fact how beautiful the protagonist Willy is. Thus I'd like to request prompt 2,8 & 10 with him. A fluff piece overall. Additionally I would like add the reader kissing him here and there as to cherish him like the cheek, forehead, the spot behind the ear, neck, collarbone, the spot of the nose between the eyes, on the shoulder, back of his hand, the palm of his hand, the wrist [woah that's a lot] and anywhere else honestly

Please bear with me, I love this precious man so much and on top of that I'man hopeless romantic. If I was talking about timeline then may it be after the stunt he pulled on that broken bridge or whatever with Sherlock trying to save him

Yes and thank you very much ❤️💙

AFTER THE FALL - WILLIAM MORIARTY X READER

Warnings : none I think, just general talk of William’s suicide attempt, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : hurt/comfort I think? Not sure

Word count : 1.2K words (oh shit)

Additional notes : Hi love! I’m sure we share the same feelings for William. He’s quite lovely, and I think he’s brilliantly written and complex. This is supposed to be an event for works 1.0K words long and under, so I couldn’t fit all those kisses in the request without it being too cramped. I did try my best though, so I hope you like it!💗

Prompts : “Could you play with my hair?” “You put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic.” “You’re legally obligated to keep holding me.”

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“Months?” William managed to croak out, an incredulous look in his bleary eyes as he tried to sit upright, only to have them stop him with a hand on his shoulder.

Shaking their head, they wondered how long it would take to convince him to take things slow; to finally rest easy after…

Before they could choke on their tears, they blinked them back and instead crawled into the space beside him on the bed. It took everything they had in them to not fling their arms around him and squeeze him in an embrace he could never escape from.

They had to settle for only curling up against his side, carefully reaching out and parting his fringe, checking whether or not the scar had healed up enough for them to be less cautious while touching him.

“Does it hurt?” they asked, deft fingers combing through his pretty bangs, careful so as not to tear it. After staying at the hospital for so long, it was only natural that his hair would grow duller and drier, much to their disappointment.

“Not really,” he thoughtfully answered, “Maybe a little twinge every now and then, but I mostly can’t feel my eye.” William watched as they mindlessly fiddled with the few strands in front of his good eye, before he spoke up again in a quiet voice. “Could you… play with my hair?“

Their movements stilled for a few beats, before a half-smile made its way on their face. “Of course.” And they obliged, one hand gently cradling the back of his neck, while the other began to run through his locks, fondness filling their chest as they watched the way his eyelids fluttered peacefully.

“Feels nice, does it?” they chuckled a little, feeling confident enough to let their other hand trail down his back, stroking his clammy skin until oh-so-carefully resting at the small of his back.

“Yeah,” their lover mumbled out. Despite the relaxed look on his face, William somehow managed to still look utterly exhausted. They supposed it was only normal, after having nearly flung his life into the pitfalls of hell—almost literally too, if one believed in God.

The very thought brought a stinging pain to their chest that wouldn’t let up no matter how hard they willed it to. After all, nothing could erase the memories of seeing William aching and moaning in feverish unconsciousness, welts and blisters covering his entire drenched body that shivered on the riverbank. It took more effort than they ever had to try and push these dreadful thoughts to the back of their mind, and focus on his now-healthy body in their embrace.

He let out a sound that was a mix between a depreciative sigh and a bitter laugh. Giving him a questioning look, they noticed how he failed to meet their eyes. “You put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. To not even be able to pull myself up…”

Weakly smiling, they tried to offer some sort of comfort. “If it makes you feel any better, the first time you reached out for me in your sleep I nearly passed out from crying so much.”

“It doesn’t,” he solemnly replied, “Make me feel better, that is. I’ve left you all alone…”

Before he could go on with his abundantly clear self-hatred, they interrupted him with a tender kiss to his now-exposed forehead. “I prefer having you in a hospital bed than not having you at all. You intended to leave us all, William. I’m just glad we somehow got you to stay.”

He fell silent for a few minutes, before his crimson eyes blew wide open and he scrambled to get up. “Sherlock—!”

Another kiss to his soft cheek. “He’s alright, darling. He’s been visiting you regularly, you know, even though he was quite banged up himself.”

That didn’t seem to ease his nerves; something they should’ve foreseen. “How bad is it? Is he alright? I must see him—“

“Absolutely not,” they firmly stopped him, pushing him down by the shoulder, hoping that it was with enough force to convince him to stay without causing him any pain. He settled back down, but the unease in his eyes didn’t let up. In hopes of soothing his rattled nerves, they pressed a chaste kiss to his shoulder. “You’re not going anywhere before the doctor allows it. He’ll be here in a few minutes.”

Momentarily distracted, he asked, “You called for him?”

“I rang the bell as soon as you began waking up, yes. He’ll need to run another check-up to clear you out.” As they answered his questions, they began to press soft, lingering kisses to wherever they could reach in their position. The tip of his nose, the corner of his rosebud mouth, his chin… it was enough of a distraction to have him sighing at the lovely feeling.

William somehow managed to ask another question. “And everything’s working? Aside from my left eye, that is.”

In response to that, they pressed their lips to that spot between his furrowed eyebrows, hoping to soften the creases formed there. “Perfectly well, yes. Worry more about getting your strength back.” With a teasing smile, they leaned down to nip at the junction between his jaw and his neck. “After all, I’m sure Miss Moneypenny will need a helping hand getting the mansion back in order.”

“Miss Moneypenny and everyone…” A concerned look came on his face, consternation clear in his eyes. “Are they ok?”

“Liam, I’m begging you to stop worrying,” they huffed, “I’ve already written to them. Last time I had, they were fine, but I knew you’d work yourself up as soon as you awakened, so I made sure to contact them again.”

“I can’t help it.”

“I know you can’t, but that’s why I’m here.” Smoothing out the wrinkles between his eyebrows that refused to disappear, they looked at him with a look that was equal parts exasperation and adoration. “You always want to carry everyone’s burdens along with your own, and never ask for help either. It’s what got us into this mess in the first place.”

Swallowing thickly, William seemed to be blinking back his own tears as he visibly struggled to find the words. Ever-so-patiently, they waited, stroking his skin, giving him the time to think of what he wanted to say. Though under any other circumstances it might’ve been an act of seduction, the kisses they littered down his chin, over his throat, and on his collarbone were nothing more than an affirmation of love and a form of encouragement.

He took in a rattling breath. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Sorry does often feel like the hardest word, doesn’t it?” they said, though not unkindly. It was that smile of theirs that they gave him that spoke volumes of their adoration and immense relief to simply have him in their embrace once again. “You shouldn’t tire yourself out with your thoughts, my love.”

“Hmm, I’ll try not to.”

They shook their head, before nudging his neck with their nose, kissing behind his ear as they did. “You say that, but I know you’ll still be in your head until you fall asleep. So, let’s busy you with something else. As of now, you’re legally obligated to keep holding me.”

A weak, watery sort of chuckle left William. If they knew him half as well as they know they did, their lover would now be silently crying in their arms, where he was undoubtedly relieved that they couldn’t see him. “I’ll gladly be taken into custody, then.”

Taglist : @sherlockscumslut @lilias-highlights @thispersoniscrazy @wifeofkyojuro

[kiwicopia]

Hi! I would like to ask for a v-day match-up please (i apologize if this is too much) (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

The fandoms of my choosing are WHB and Honkai Star Rail (I would also prefer a male character pls)

My pronouns are She/Her (though I'm also fine with They/Them).

My personality: I’m a infp and virgo(both sun and moon and I’m pretty sure I’m a taurus rising). I’m shy, sensitive, easily flustered, a pushover, dependent, and just an overall submissive person though when I do get close to people (witch can take a bit) I’m pretty chill though I can get really excited when talking about my interest(sometimes when doing this I tend to raise my voice to loud) I also can have a hard time reading tone. I like plushies, Video games, Drawing, sweets, animals (with slight favoritism to cats), and listening to music.

Other things about me are that I have an anxious attachment style, abandonment issues (I apologize if that one is to personal) I have a hard time putting my thoughts into words, I have general anxiety as well as adhd, autism, and trust issues(again apologies if to personal).

My preferred Valentine’s day activity: I would honestly be fine with doing anything they want to do (I’ve never spent Valentine’s Day with someone before) but if I had to choose I would say being pampered with affection and gifts (what can I say I’m a sucker for princess treatment, though I would pamper them back to the best of my abilities)

Sitri would love nothing more than to pamper you for Valentine's Day. This devil is absolutely over the moon at the idea, and his deep, almost obsessive affection with you will play into that. He's at your beck and call, doing your bidding and making sure anything and everything is perfect for you. He'll draw you a bath, light candles, and even decorate the bed with rose petals just to make everything romantic. Sitri will also brew you a bit of tea to help you relax, and possibly entice you for a certain activity later. He's already got your presents ready for you on the bed, too. All in all, this devil treats you like the princess you deserve to be.

Welt has no issues when it comes to pampering you. He's a little quieter about it, but his love deserves nothing but the best on this special day. He's an absolute gentleman with you, as he is always, but he takes it up two notches for today. Welt wants you to feel special, so cue many, many gifts from him, followed by anything else you have your eyes set on. When it comes time for the two of you to wind down for the day, he'll offer a sensual massage, if you'd like, followed by a few sweet nothings whispered into your ear.

[plasmasimagination]

Hey hey, I hope you're good.

I saw your match up event and i wanted to participate in it.

So:

Fandom: Honkai: Star rail

Preference: male

Pronounce: she/her (bit I can go with they/them)

Characters I don't want to be paired with: Sampo, Welt (not that I don't like them)

MBTI: intj

A virgo by sun, à sagittaurus by moon and capricorn by rising sign.

I'm1,63 meters tall and I have blue/grey eyes, with a really dark blue circle around the iris. and middle lengthed brown hair (stopping a little over my boobs) cut in a butterfly cut, but without bangs. And I'm wearing glasses and have quite a lot of moles on my skin.

I really love lollita fashion and hats. But I have the problem of beeing chubby and the most things don't fit me (but I have the luck, the fat is equally distributed and still having the sandhour like figure, if you understand what I mean(I hope so)). Because of that I'm overthinking myself and I'm kinda insecure about it.

In general, I overthinking pretty much everything and think about everything twice or thrice before I say it and what people think about me and if I did something wrong (especially if they act like something pisses them off), but for the people around me, I'm looking pretty chill and that I would have no problem to talk, with someone else. And if I know the person (even just a little) I can show the chill nature of mine. With strangers, I'm panicking inside and for almost every situation I have like a folder with answers and reactions. But when I know the person good enough I can even, be your partner in crime. Want to solve Sudoku? Want a battle with water guns? Want to take over the world? I'm in. In all of them. Even jumping off of a cliff-.

But I'm afraid of heights.

I would eat almost everything you give me to eat. The exceptions are seafood (fish is okay, but not raw), spinach any type of meat except chicken and maybe pork.

Things my friends say about me, that they can talk about everything with me (and I'm still the second choice *sniff sniff*).

I love to take photographs and to write (especially poems) and to show them to others. But thing is: I don't have many people to show them to. My parents are not always happy to see what I've did and I have like six friend, that I don't want to bother, because they have other things to do.

I hope I haven't forgot anything this time.

Thank you and have a god day/night!

HI THERE SUGAR (*ˊᗜˋﾉﾉ

HM HM HM, my writer instincts are tingling....and your matchup issss.... ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

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DAN HENG

Introvert and introvert that got stuck together and now literally fit with each perfectly

Anxious X calm

He doesn't like talking much, but will talk with strangers for you, he wouldn't want his sweetheart to get troubles over such a preventable thing after all!

Write poems? Show them to Dan Heng please...that man might not tell you but he does appreciate you showing it to him and is genuinely interested in your writting

Also you have little march 7th running after him so you get her in the pack too, so talk about photography with her Will ya?

I like to imagine that you guys would enjoy to just sit around (probably in his room or smth)

Sometimes in silence, comfortable silence. Sometimes you chat about something, sometimes you just do something together (write, watch a movie, etc).

And those are the moments he enjoys the most, being comfortable with you, and just enjoying your company.

[thesillygoosetapes]

First Impressions - Jing Yuan

Word Count: 621

POV: Second Person

Commission for: myself

Note: this is ocxcc! I wrote it in second person, yes, but this is ocxcc!

When you guys arrived on the Luofu you didn’t expect to be running around like chickens with your heads cut off saving people. Welt explained that the Luofu is generally a serene and peaceful environment, but that this time was much different. You already knew what lied ahead, having played the game and all, but decided to stay quiet about it for the time being. Everything had gone smoothly so far, even despite the small differences. You didn’t want to accidentally fuck anything up.

“The Ambrosial Arbor sure is pretty.” March 7th commented, “So that tree is what keeps everyone alive for so long?”

“It is a plague mark,” Welt explained, “planted by the Aeon of the Abundance, if my readings are right.”

“But the people of the Luofu still see it with such grandeur.” you said. “Right?”

“I wouldn’t say everyone does,” Welt said, “though, that foxian lady did.”

“Tingyun?” March 7th said, “Yeah. She’s giving me a weird vibe.”

“You’re not alone in that.” Welt responded.

You shrugged to Stelle, who shrugged back in response. Stelle looked at March 7th and Welt before sighing and heading into the Seat of Divine Foresight. Stelle had always been a quiet one among the Astral Express, being a Stellaron and all. You never knew what she was thinking, what she thought, or how she felt about the whole thing. She mostly kept to herself, silently working in peace as the rest of you went around talking to people. She never seemed like much of a sociable person, but you two had been able to get close to one another.

The Divine Seat of Foresight was really a sight. Such a beautiful indoor library/office area with guards all around. In the front area there was something akin to a game of checkers on the projection. It was almost like a human sized checkerboard. You and the rest went up the stairs leading to the rest of the place, which is where Jing Yuan stood smiling and greeting you all.

“Hello there, nice to finally meet in person.”

The projection of himself did not do that man any justice. He was very tall (and you were only 5’) reaching to about 6’6, with big bulky armor that made his chest pop. He had this smile that reminded you of a cat, the way his lips curled up into a smile. It was almost as if you could draw whiskers on his face and he wouldn’t look any different. He also had this air of authority around him, but had a sense of gentleness too. You weren’t afraid of him, and it seemed like he didn’t want to make you afraid of him.

Throughout the conversation you realized that he was actually smart, not that you doubted him, but that he was clever. He knew how to strategically get around the mara-struck people and deal with the intruders around them. It had seemed like he thought of everything up to this point, and even then he was still planning what to do for the future. He was a kind man, offering you guys a place to stay in the Luofu (which March 7th was wary of) as you stayed for the unforeseeable future.

He seemed gentle and friendly, but also a good leader too. The way he knew what to do and what steps to take next. He really did earn the title of “General” with how well thought out his plans were, even if he did keep some of them to himself. As far as you knew, the General was loyal to the Luofu and was willing to do anything to protect it. He was proud of all that he had accomplished so far in terms of the Luofu.

Maybe that was what drew you to him the most.

[queeniecook]

May 27

As promised, Dakota did some research and found a protection spell to place on the Vatore Mansion to try to keep out Count Vladislaus Straud at the behest of Lilith Vatore. Naturally, she is paying Dakota generous fee for his service, which is the only reason he’s truly doing the job. He does his best to get along with most vampires but he’s not exactly a huge fan of them. There’s many reasons for that that Dakota doesn’t really want to think of currently.

“Fancy seeing you here, Dakota.” A voice calls from behind him. He almost jumps, not expecting anyone to be around him.

“James.” Dakota greets before slowly turning around, not feeling comfortable with having the other warlock behind him. He still thinks James was behind Jillian’s mysterious appearance of welts on her body in the magic realm.

“Doing a spell for Lilith?” James asks, though he knows the answer. He had been out for his nightly walk around town when he sensed magic in the air. 

“Look, I’m not here to chat with you. I did my job and I’m leaving.” Dakota tells James, he’s feeling more aggravated by the older warlock’s presence as time passes- something many feel while James is around. 

James smirks at him, he’s not offended. He’s actually enjoying this side of Dakota. It tells him the younger warlock actually has a backbone. “It’s interesting how you show me more hostility than the ones who are supposed to be one of your natural enemies.”

Dakota raises an eyebrow at James “I don’t trust you and that has nothing to do with magic or vampires.”

“You’re smart not to trust me.” James comments, it would be nice for him to have an ally that isn’t a vampire, though he doubts Dakota will ever come over to his side. “I can be quite ruthless at times.”

Dakota scoffs at that, thinking not only of Jillian’s welts but of James simply dropping in on Vera and Caleb with the news that Liberty has been a vampire for years when Caleb thought she was dead and he had killed her. How it caused a lot of problems for the couple. Granted there was a small part of him that had wished that Vera had changed her heart during that time and come to him but now he wouldn’t have Jillian in his life. It’s funny how things work out at times.

“You seem a million miles away, something on your mind, Dakota?” James interrupts his thoughts. Dakota shakes his head. “Hmm, don’t want to talk, I can respect that. Instead, how about we finish our duel from earlier this year?”

To both warlock’s shock, Dakota accepts the challenge. He rarely gets to visit the magic realm anymore, duels are good for witches and warlocks – if they are done in good faith. Having one with James is a bit risky but James doesn’t try to hurt him once again. The warlocks battle until they are both feeling exhausted. This time, they call it a draw and go their separate ways.

[goldeneyedgirl]

Ficmas22: Day 4: The Meadow

Bit of a chaotic day today, so we've had a change of plans!

Today's offering is a little one shot I wrote back in June - some classic Human Alice/Vampire Jasper because that's a genre that never goes out of style.

I'm off to catch up on some much needed sleep, lovelies, I hope you enjoy this!

It’s not their first assignation or their tenth, the night she confesses. He rolls off her, and she puts her leggings back on (always cold, that’s Alice’s thing). She leaves her sweater bunched up on the ground and for a moment he just admires her. Barefoot, in the flimsiest bra he’s ever seen (he really doesn’t have much of a reference point for modern brassieres though, to be fair), and leggings that shimmer when she moves. 

He’s left bruises on her again; one on her jaw, one that spills down her neck, thumb and finger prints over her ribs and arms and stomach. She always shrugs them off, blames herself and her body for the fact that he can’t even touch her without staining her. 

The flowers and grass of the meadow scratch at her skin as well; red welts have risen on her back from being pressed back into them. She doesn’t seem to care about that either. 

There are wildflower petals sticking to her hair, and it makes her look almost inhuman. Like she’s going to fade into the night sky as the world darkens around them. 

He truly wishes she wasn’t human. However this started, as fumbling and groping at each other tucked behind the old outbuildings at school, hoping that his siblings never, ever found out about this weakness, it’s now something that has very quickly carved itself into him. That it’s Alice he turns to after a bad day, even if he can’t tell her why it’s bad and hard. It’s Alice who grounds him and calms him in dark corners, where no one will see them and make assumptions. 

He never asked her if it was okay they weren’t public; that they were never seen together. But Alice never said anything, and just accepted what he offered at face-value.

“Jasper?”

Her voice is flat, and she lies back to stare at the sky, at the gap the clouds have left; pink streaks of afternoon turning blue. 

“Yes?” He stretches out next to her once he’s clothed again, his head on her school bag. She immediately rolls closer, burrowing against him; she always claims he’s warm and he tries so carefully to make sure he wears the warmest sweatshirts so she never realises it isn't him. 

(He kind of loves that she holds him rather than puts her own sweater back on. It’s still weird for him that she seeks him out, that she sees him in such a way.)

“Can I tell you the big secret?” She looks over at him. 

She doesn’t say much about herself really. What he knows about her is vague and general, and she’ll say that she doesn’t want to talk about something if he pushes too close. Talking about that makes me tired is her go-to response if they skim the edges of that big Something in her life. 

(What does he know? That her mom walked out when she was seven and Cynthia was one, and never came back. That her mom moved across the country, married a local with family money, and produced three blond children for her brand new family. That until they moved to Forks, her contact with her mother was a video-call four times a year, for no longer than thirty minutes. That Cynthia had no memories of her at all, and yet they were shipped off to live with her.) 

“You can tell me anything you want,” he says immediately. Her eyes look dark purple in this light, and he truly…

“I’m dying.” She closes her eyes briefly. “I’m going to die.” She puts her hand over her eyes for a second, to compose herself. The grief and heartbreak and frustration that comes off her fizzes like oil in a hot pan against him for a moment, and he wants to crush her into a hug, except he can already see his bruises darkening on her. (He knows her legs will be the real mess, of bruises staining her thighs down to her knees; he can see the ring of fingerprints around her ankle where he held it too tightly. He had nearly cried the first time he’d seen what he’d done to her, and she’d shrugged it off. I bruise like a peach, Jasper. It’s a medical thing. Don’t worry about it.)

“Tell me,” he breathes, and he allows himself to tuck her hair out of her eyes. 

The words spill out like thorns. A brain tumour that has finally burrowed itself too far in that it can’t be fixed (she lets him trace the scar under her hair; far too large for her, they had to break her open to be able to get it all out. Scars have never made him squeamish before, but this one makes him sick.) Diagnosed when she was fourteen; her migraines were blinding her. Surgery and chemo and more surgery and more meds and then… 

“And then Daddy sat me down and told me there was nothing left they could do, just ‘maintenance’.” Her voice is waspish with anger. “That mother deserved to spend time with me before I was gone as if he didn’t need me gone and under the care of a different doctor so he could fuck my oncologist in peace.” Her rage at such a betrayal is sharp and that’s when he reaches for her. 

“And now I’m going to die and leave my sister with a mother she doesn’t know and just wants some live-in baby-sitter. I’m not going to college. I’m never going home again. I’m never going to live. I’ll be lucky if I ever get to drink legally.” Her breath comes out in a shuddering breath and then she looks at him. 

“I see my new surgeon tomorrow but there’s nothing anyone can do. I just… the first moment I can’t take care of myself, Mom will ship me off to hospice in Port Angeles or Seattle or something. I needed to tell you the truth before I go. I don’t know why, but I didn’t want to just go away to die without you knowing. It's weird, it’s been nagging at me that I never told you.”

He feels like something has been tipped. That all of a sudden the world is rearranging itself. 

(Bruises and migraines and always been cold. The way she sees distant from the entire high school experience. How thin she is, how easily they took up with each other, with no promises or oaths. The sharp tones of her scent, the rattling pill bottles in the bottom of her book bag…) 

He looks down at her and her eyes are beautiful. She is beautiful and angry and funny and smart and he could save her. He could give her a life. A chance. A little bit of hope. That he can’t give he back her sister, but he can give her something more. 

(He wants to. The word is on the tip of his tongue. That the way she smiles, spins on her toes, wriggles free of her clothing in the middle of this fucking meadow, twirls her pen when she’s thinking in class; the way her tongue sticks out of the side of her mouth when she reads, and she fucking clings to him every single time they kiss. If he doesn’t, he could. He’s pretty sure he does, though; he’s just not ready to say it out loud. Or even think it to himself.)

(…He also knows that his family will kill him. That this will break the treaty. That this is an apocalyptic choice, one that will change everything for him, for the Cullens, for Alice, for Bella… it’s been so long since he wanted something  more for himself, wanted someone.)

“Alice.”

His mouth is dry and his heart might be dead, but it feels like it is pounding. It feels like he’s out of breath and he doesn’t even breathe.)

“Alice, can I tell you a secret?”

[f1]

Magazine criticised for exclusive Michael Schumacher interview generated by AI | Formula 1

A magazine has been criticised for publishing an article presented on its cover as a world exclusive interview with Michael Schumacher, which it later indicated was generated using artificial intelligence. The seven-times world champion has not been seen since he suffered a brain injury when he fell while skiing in December 2013. However German magazine ‘Die Aktuelle’ this week ran what it described as an “interview” with the 54-year-old. Its two-page spread titled “Mein Leben hat sich total verändert” (“My life has totally changed”) is promoted on its front page alongside a picture of Schumacher as “Das erste Interview” (“The first interview”) and “Welt-Sensation!” (“world sensation”). However in smaller type the magazine also indicates how the feature was produced: “Es klingt täuschend echt” (“it sounds deceptively real”). The piece is introduced as if it was a genuine interview: “Talk to him once. Ask him how he’s really doing. And finally got answers almost 10 years after his tragic skiing accident,” it begins. Report: Michael Schumacher’s family discuss his life after skiing crash in film “No meagre, nebulous half-sentences from friends. But answers from him! By Michael Schumacher, 54! Here it is — the incredible interview! With redeeming answers to the most burning questions that the whole world has been asking for so long.” The responses given to the questions – none of which are believed to have genuinely been spoken by Schumacher – refer to his injuries and the careers of his children Mick and Gina. The unbylined article concludes by hinting at the source of its material: “Did Michael Schumacher really say everything himself? The interview was online. On a page that has to do with artificial intelligence, or AI for short.” Elsewhere the website c.ai is referenced, which is the home of an artificial intelligence which mimics the responses of famous people. “There are actually internet sites where you can chat with celebrities,” the article notes. German media expert Boris Rosenkranz criticised the publication for the article and its presentation. “This story here is a particularly remarkable cheek, even for ‘Die Aktuelle’,” he wrote. “You can’t hide the calculation to give the readership the feeling that Michael Schumacher might be talking about his physical condition,” he added. Schumacher’s family has gone to great lengths to keep his condition private since his accident. In a 2021 documentary about the world champion his wife Corinna said: “We’re trying to carry on as a family the way Michael liked it and still does. And we are getting on with our lives. “‘Private is private’ he always said. It’s very important to me that he can continue to enjoy his private life as much as possible, Michael always protected us, now we are protecting Michael.” The lengths some in the media have gone to report on Schumacher’s condition since his accident has prompted criticism before. Shortly after Schumacher’s 2013 accident, one journalist was accused of impersonating a priest to gain access to him. In 2016 a photograph of Schumacher taken at his home in Geneva was offered for sale, prompting an investigation by the authorities. Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free 2023 F1 season Browse all 2023 F1 season articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net/

[pennywaltzy]

Moments In The Life Of One Daniel "Danny" Messer (2/10)

So I finally found where I put the original list of drabbles so here is an update! I hope you all enjoy the ten new drabbles.

Moments In The Life Of One Daniel "Danny" Messer - A series of drabbles depicting moments in Daniel "Danny" Messer's life.

READ PART 1 | READ PART 2

Title: Matters Prompt: #03 - Ends Characters: Danny Messer

So, this was it. This was how it was all finally going down. The end of his career because of some stupid decisions he'd made when he was younger.

Did it matter that he'd overcome so much? Did it matter that he'd had nothing to do with the murder at the stadium, even though forensically it showed otherwise?

He walked dejectedly through the labs to the locker rooms, opened up his locker, and began taking things out. If none of that mattered, if the team he worked with couldn't trust him, then what was the point of him staying there?

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Title: Finding The Perfect Gift Prompt: #08 - Weeks Characters: Danny Messer

He almost always waited until the last possible second to do this. This year, though, he knew there wasn't going to be time to wait. It had to be done now. The sign on the window was flashing "3 weeks till Christmas" and he knew that as the crime rate went up, his chances of having time to find the perfect gift went down. Three weeks...first Christmas in a long while he'd actually looked forward to.

He went in, went to the clerk, and said, "There's an office Christmas party and I need a gift for a classy New Yorker."

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Title: Smudged Gloves Prompt: #13 - White Characters: Danny Messer

Usually, even for important events, the dress uniform wasn’t necessary. He was a detective, he was at the crime labs...Flack was more of a cop than he was most of the time.

But there were times when the dress uniform was pulled out, taken to the cleaners, and worn. Funerals for fellow officers were one of them. And he hated funerals, but these he hated more.

As he pulled on his white gloves, he saw the smudge on them and wondered how long it had been there, how long he’d been able to go since the last funeral he’d attended.

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Title: Pinch Prompt: #18 - Green Characters: Danny Messer & Stella Bonasera

"No, I don't care what you say, everyone's Irish on Saint Patrick's Day."

Stella glared at him. "I'm Greek."

"Well, normally that's true, but today you're Irish. And you ain't wearing green."

"So you pinched me for it? I could claim sexual harassment."

"But you won't."

The glare softened as the pain faded until both were completely gone. "Messer...you're a trip." She shook her head and took the pin he was handing her. "The place wouldn't be the same without you."

Danny's grin broadened. "Just be happy Flack didn't get you first."

"Why?"

"He pinches much harder than I do."

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Title: What He Didn't Have Prompt: #23 - Lovers Characters: Danny Messer

Lovers were people you confided in, shared your feelings with, and generally cared about. Danny watched as Cindy got out of bed to get dressed to leave. She wasn't his lover. He didn't talk to her. Didn’t have a connection with her. They just had sex and good times together and that was all.

He wanted someone he could actually be with in all the ways that were starting to matter now. He was getting too old for the bed-hopping and the playmates. He wanted a grown-up relationship and all the things that came with it.

He wanted a lover.

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Title: Broken Body Prompt: #28 - Children Characters: Danny Messer

The cases that dealt with children...that was his hard thing to deal with. Let adults go kill each other, hurt each other. Just leave the children out of it.

As he surveyed the scene, saw the welts and bruises on the little boy, the kid's glasses smashed and broken, he felt like he wanted to wring the neck of the person who did this, give that person some bruises and welts and ask them how they liked it.

His eyes caught Mac's, who nodded. He was angry, too, and he understood. No one should ever do that to a kid.

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Title: Detective & Coroner Prompt: #33 - Too Much Characters: Danny Messer & Sheldon Hawkes Author's Notes: The added prompt of red plus the inclusion of Hawkes was from gregsgirl89.

Red. All that red. All that blood pooled up under the bodies...it was too much. Danny wasn't jaded enough to let it all just slide off his back. He took it personally.

"Hey, Detective." A young man with a Coroner's Office jacket came up to him. "You going to be okay?"

"Too much blood..." Danny got out. He turned away and walked out of the room, and the coroner followed.

"Yeah. Too much blood," he said quietly. Then he turned to Danny and extended his hand. "Sheldon Hawkes."

"Danny Messer," he replied, shaking Sheldon's hand. "New here?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Not so much."

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Title: Held Her Hand Prompt: #38 - Touch Characters: Danny Messer

He’d held her hand, just a moment longer than was necessary. All he'd started out to do was prove a point, about a gun and a dead man's grip, and he'd taken her hand in his and...

And followed it up with a rather quickly rebuffed lunch date invite.

And now, hours later, he could still feel her hand in his and he was wondering exactly what all that meant. She was a co-worker, not accessible. Not to him.

That didn't mean he wouldn't want to hold her hand again, or try and find some small way to touch her again.

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Title: Square One Prompt: #43 - Square Characters: Danny Messer

Back to square one. Of all the clichéd sayings he'd heard, that was one that irritated him the most. Square one was a no man's land, where you knew nothing.

He hated not knowing. The satisfaction of solving a case more than made up for the frustration he felt at the very beginning, and any time he ended up at square one again. But there were times, like today, when he really hated the uncertainty, when he wondered if they'd ever get from square one to the end.

Square one was pure hell if you were trying to solve a case.

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Title: Mocked Prompt: #48 - Diamond Characters: Danny Messer

Every once in a while he pulled out the small box and looked at the ring. Most everyone thought he was a player, but that was a front. He'd been in love once, and been ready to pop the question to the girl he'd been with since high school.

She wanted better than Danny. She broke it off before he'd asked her to marry him, told him she deserved more than what he could offer her.

He didn't know why he kept the diamond, because every time he looked at the ring the shiny stone seemed to mock him and his life.

[simplicius-simplicissimus]

Australia - New Horizons - Neue Horizonte

Looking back, it was probably a work colleague who gave me the idea of ​​traveling to Australia - by talking to me about his travel plans. Sometimes enthusiasm is contagious. I was mostly traveling with an international tour group (provider “Contiki”) in Australia: Americans, Dutch, French, British, Japanese, Danes, Germans and of course “Aussies” aged 18 to 35. It can be quite stressful, if you are traveling with wild party people for a total of almost 5 weeks. The party highlight was certainly “The Woolshed” in Cairns, where it is customary to dance exuberantly on the tables when the music starts to play. Contiki is a provider that offers you the opportunity to try many leisure activities. I tried or dared to do river rafting, jet skiing, 4-wheel motorcycling, skydiving, ballooning and sailing. Trying new things generally makes us braver - it shows our subconscious that we can master such things. I didn't find this out until years later, when I did a little research into psychology.

I made two trips to Australia: the first trip was from the north along the west coast (please do not underrate the beauty of Western Australia!!!) - the second trip was from the north along the east coast and later along the south coast. On the first trip I met D. - with whom I later maintained a long-term acquaintance. She was a feminist and I loved to discuss and argue about this topic with her - and by that learned a lot from her about women's view on this world. I could still laugh today: I talked to her in English for almost half an hour until I realized that she was German - and even from my area. She spoke English fluently. It was because of her that I didn't climb Ayers Rock (Uluru) one year later because she told me that the rock is sacred to the Aborigines. The Aborigines deserve respect because they were there before us and we „white people“ simply pushed them away from the land where they had lived for thousands of years. D. later married a New Zealander whom she had met on a Contiki trip through the USA and I lost contact with her after she emigrated to New Zealand. There are so many stories, big and small, that broadened my horizons and my courage on these journeys.

Wenn ich so zurückblicke, war es wohl ein Arbeitskollege, der mich auf die Idee brachte, nach Australien zu reisen - indem er über seine Reisepläne mit mir sprach. Manchmal ist Begeisterung ansteckend. Ich war in Australien größtenteils mit einer internationalen Reisegruppe unterwegs (Anbieter „Contiki“): Amerikaner, Niederländer, Franzosen, Briten, Japaner, Dänen, Deutsche und natürlich „Aussies“ im Alter von 18 bis 35. Das kann ziemlich anstrengend sein, wenn man insgesamt knapp 5 Wochen mit einem wilden Partyvolk unterwegs ist. Das Party-Highlight war sicher „The Woolshed“ in Cairns, wo es Brauch ist, auf den Tischen zu tanzen, wenn die Musik zu spielen beginnt. Contiki ist ein Anbieter, der einem die Möglichkeit bietet, viele Freizeitaktivitäten einmal auszuprobieren. Ich probierte bzw. wagte mich ans River Rafting, Jet Skiing, 4-Wheel-Motorradfahren, Skydiving, Ballonfahren und Segeln. Das Ausprobieren neuer Dinge macht uns generell mutiger - es zeigt unserem Unterbewusstsein nämlich, dass wir solche Dinge meistern können. Das habe ich erst Jahre danach herausgefunden, als ich mich ein wenig mit Psychologie beschäftigt habe.

Ich machte zwei Trips nach Australien: der erste Trip ging von Norden die Westküste entlang (bitte unterschätzt nicht die Schönheit von Western Australia!!!) - der zweite Trip ging vom Norden die Ostküste und später die Südküste entlang. Auf dem ersten Trip lernte ich D. kennen - mit der ich später eine längere Bekanntschaft pflegte. Sie war eine Feministin und ich liebte es, mit ihr über dieses Thema zu diskutieren und zu streiten – und habe dabei viel von ihr über die Sicht von Frauen auf diese Welt gelernt. Ich könnte heute noch lachen: ich unterhielt mich mit ihr fast eine halbe Stunde in Englisch, bis ich feststellte, dass sie Deutsche ist - und sogar aus meiner Gegend. Sie sprach fliessend Englisch. Wegen ihr bin ich auch ein Jahr später nicht auf Ayers Rock (Uluru) geklettert, weil sie mir sagte, dass der Fels für die Aborigines heilig ist. Die Aborigines verdienen Respekt, denn sie waren vor uns da und wir „Weissen“ haben sie einfach von ihrem Land verdrängt, in dem sie bereits seit Jahrtausenden lebten. D. heiratete später einen Neuseeländer, den sie auf einer Contiki-Reise durch die USA kennengelernt hatte und der Kontakt zu ihr verlor sich, nachdem sie dann nach Neuseeland auswanderte. Es gibt so viele kleine und grosse Geschichten, die meinen Horizont und meinen Mut auf diesen Reisen erweiterten.

Itinerary (Reiseroute):

Trip1: Darwin - Litchfield NP - Kununurra/Lake Argyle - El Questro Wilderness Park - Purnululu NP (Bungle Bungle) - Geiki Gorge NP - Broome - Karijini NP - Ningaloo Reef - Shark Bay/Monkey Mia - Kalbarri NP - Nambung NP/Pinnacles Desert - Perth

Trip2: Darwin - Kakadu NP - Katherine NP - Uluru (Ayers Rock) - Kata Tjuta - Kings Canyon - Alice Springs - Cairns - Great Barrier Reef - Magnetic Island - Airlie Beach/ Whitsundays - Hervey Bay/Fraser Island - Brisbane - Surfers Paradise - Byron Bay - Sydney - Blue Mountains - Melbourne - Great Ocean Road/ Twelve Apostles - Adelaide

-Simplicius Simplicissimus

[chiyoso]

hiraeth! how are you doing today?

got a 59, 35, 42. 56 and 57 for your ask game.

it's a lot BUT I AM I N T R I G U E D

hehe! hey pretty <3 feel free to ask more, because i love intrigued people 🤭

35) favorite subject

i've ALWAYS, always had an affinity for music no matter what. i realized it late though, but because of my mom's wants of me being good at music in general, i developed a natural talent for teaching violin/piano in my own way that amazes her.

e.g. i helped a clearly struggling student of hers, and it was the day of the performance + we only had 1-2 hours of practice left, a piano student, she was having a hard time with counting the beats, and being on beat, having trouble with pacing as well, which i picked up almost immediately, and my mom was busy making preparations so she couldn't help. but i stood up and decided to because i just- idk? i really just wanted to help!

and i wasn't aware that this certain action of mine would lead to a successful performance, with a damn headmistress of a school offering me a free college scholarship because of my own performance + my sudden deeds

bam. (i think i overshared and retold my story about the free college scholarship lmao)

more info under cut! ❤︎

42) favorite books

hrm, i don't have a lot of books to read in this time now BUT

my favorite books growing up was diary of a wimpy kid (i swear i was so addicted to it, and i finished all books of it, PLUS THE MOVIE??? RODRICK??? OMG)

those fairy books i forgot the names but i think the titles were literal names of the fairies? idfk

bridgerton (cough) i'm a sucker for this genre

i can't think of anything else since i dont read much anymore, but i want to say that my favorite genres are; fantasy, romance, dark mature content (no, not 50 shades of grey) smut duh, sci-fi and i think thats pretty much it!

need recommendations... i wanna read some books where we flirt with some shadowy, dark eldritch horror or even the grim reaper himself (im so fucked omg)

56) favorite food

ITALIAN FOOD BABY, but i've been growing fond of uhh... chicken liver. i'm also really open to trying lots of things

ranking: most favorite

1. italian cuisine

2. fried japanese foods

3. korean cheese tteokbokki and tteokkochi

4. tbh convenience stores go hard too for my broke ass

5. philippines food

pizza reigns supreme.

...along with fries dipped in ice cream.

57) favorite animal

cats. any cat. (except for the furless ones im sorry)

cats remind me of scaramouche, lyney, neuvillette, blade and jing yuan so much, i wanna have a black cat along with a white one with gold eyes.

59) why i joined tumblr

now this... hrm

i genuinely forgot why i suddenly downloaded the app... shit.

dammit, i forgot. fuck. i just know i joined when me and my ex were at an all time low and the verge of breaking up.

i remember why i stayed and decided to write myself, i got inspired, heavily inspired and horny from the star rail fics i kept encountering, like my sexual drive just went through the roofs because of this certain welt yang x stellaron hunter blowjob fic, and some aspects of it, like welt and her not trying to get caught — my cynosure reader is inspired by that, doing lewd shit in secret.

and then i kept encountering fics, over and over. showering support to all which was so rejuvenating for my mental health, and then i encountered nat's al haitham fic, encountered you through my first story, and nat's mutual who guided me when i received anon little shits talking about my tagging lmao, yall were the three pillars that kickstarted my writing career genuinely

but if i can try harder to remember why i joined tumblr... i was uhhh, i was heavily depressed, dealing with my ex's shit, life, etc, and i was just mindlessly looking for something, anything, to give me energy, anything eventful for my overly draining situation.

that's all! ehe, ily aine <3