#the rest of the mercs? drawing them. no problem

[ferngle]

Your art is very crunch-munchy, may I request an engi to nom on?

you may!!! however- i am dog ass at drawing engi. so these might be alittle bitter.

[kingcrow01]

DC/Marvel Pool Noodle Party 2024

Week 5 | Mercs & Murder Husbands

Marc Spector & Harley Quinn, 0 fics!

@dc-marvel-crossovers

Here’s the outline of the event for those interested. TLDR, This event celebrates relationship tags that have less than 30 works on ao3, both platonic and romantic. The rarest of rarepairs!

Inspired by Harley harassing interacting with Marc and Damian in chapter 20 of in labyrinths of reflections by @blackkatmagic, specifically these lines:

“Fuck the hell off,” he growls, and gets a hand on her face as she tries to kiss his mask. She’s wearing a lot of lipstick, and he'd rather not run around the rest of the night with a black lip-print on his face. 

and

Harley blinks at him, big eyes and blond pigtails and smeared makeup that makes her look like a raccoon with a hangover, and then laughs. 

Ho-ly-shit, I cannot begin to express how happy I am with this piece! Initially I was having a hard time with MK’s suit, to the point that I was contemplating just dropping the whole project. (I hate drawing superhero suits, why do I keep on doing this to myself) Like always, all it came down to was retaking my ref and utilizing that handy-dandy line of action, and I finished it pretty easily after that.

Damian was a last minute add-on, and I wanted to draw him on Marc’s right side and a head taller (kids are bigger than you think!) but I ran out of room on the page. I ran into the same problem with Harley’s mallet; I wanted it to be bigger, but with the angle it had to sit at to rest against her thigh, I kept it on the smaller side. 

This piece has made it very clear how limiting my sketchbooks’ size is. For example, I have an idea for another week in this event, but it literally wouldn't fit in this sketchbook so I’m not going to make it. Digital art 1: traditional, 0.

I tried out a new lining style as well, and I’m never going back. Before, I was making every line the same width, but it’s SO much more impactful with alternating line thickness! I attached the lined final sketch below. Do you see how much of a difference it makes?? (Written early May, so I've been using this style since.)

Details:

I think it’s silly that Harley’s boots are covered in blood, but not her actual weapon lol

Harley is as tall as she is because she’s standing on her toes in platform boots

The tattoo on Harley’s midsection is of ivy leaves (though, it’s not poison ivy) as a sort of homage to Ivy. Not that she’s dead or anything. They’re just. Lovers. So, tattoo.

I got to put NO WORK into shading the black parts of MK’s suit, and that was FABULOUS

I wanted to give her colored shoe laces, because I love small details like that. I would love to give characters any color of laces, but some of them seem to have negative meanings, especially on Doc Martens, so I went the safe route and gave her purple laces, which represents gay pride. Yes, I know she’s bisexual, but I felt like I didn’t have many options.

[timetodecidedjo]

“I’m ready to serve my after school detention, Mr. Howlett,” Wade said in a sing-song way that stopped Logan in his tracks. He had been clearing off the chalkboard in his classroom as part of his end of the school day routine. His final class had just let out a mere 15 minutes before, so now it was time to stay behind and prep the classroom for the following day’s classes. Since moving into the mansion to teach, Wade and Logan had kept their relationship a secret from the students. It wasn’t something that Logan had any interest in sharing, only with the students of course, so they had to be mindful when they were around each other in the common areas. Logan continued to clear off the last remaining chalk dust from the old green chalkboard and put the eraser back into its place.

“You should probably be serving your detention in Colossus’ class,” Logan replied dryly. “I hear you’re somewhat of a problem student there.”

“Well it’s hard to pay attention to anything he says when I’m busy wishing you were my teacher,” Wade grinned, using his fingers to draw circles onto Logan’s shoulder.

“Wade,” Logan signed as his husband began fiddling with the hemline of the mutant’s shirt. “What if one of the students comes back in here?”

“We’ll have ole Charlie wipe their memory,” Wade argued back, a lustful look in his eyes. “You worry too much.”

Wade shoved himself in between Logan’s body and the board so that he could lightly push the mutant into his desk just behind him. He slid one of his freezing hands underneath his husband’s olive green shirt, the one that complimented Logan’s gorgeous green eyes so perfectly, and brushed it up against his warm skin.

“If they were living back at home with their parents, they’d probably walk in on one of them anyway. What’s less traumatic? Walking in on your parents getting it on or your hot teacher?”

Logan rolled his eyes, all in good fun, and felt a smile form on his face before he decided to give into Wade just enough to hopefully appease him. It’s not like he didn’t want to kiss the Merc, he always did, but there had to be some rules around the mansion, especially where students could be. The mutant leaned in to kiss his husband's lips, their mouths only touching for just a moment.

“Such a tease,” Wade groaned, the one small kiss not being enough for his appetite, especially when Logan looked so good in the natural light from the window of the classroom.

“Don’t you have to go cause trouble somewhere else?” Logan asked as he wiggled himself out of Wade’s space so that he could get to the other side of his desk. “You might actually have detention with Colossus for not labeling your food in the refrigerator for the 100th time.”

“Well can I at least have a little something to get me through the rest of the afternoon until tonight? You know how fussy I get when I don’t have enough Logi kisses in the day.”

The Wolverine hesitantly put his hand out to pull his better half in for one final kiss, this one being much steamier than the last. Logan had slipped his tongue into Wade’s mouth with ease and his hand was gripped firmly around the merc’s waist. The kiss turned into kisses, hands began to roam, and breathing became laborious as they stood there pressed against each other in the middle of Logan’s classroom. The rest of the world didn’t matter when Wade and Logan were in each other’s arms. It was just the two of them.

“Mr. Howlett, can I ask a question about the midterm this—“ a small voice inquired from the doorway, stopping the two men from taking this make out session any further.

Logan quickly pushed Wade off and away from him, wiping the remnants of his husband’s saliva off his mouth with the back of his hand. He could feel the embarrassment fill his chest and the blood swell in his cheeks, his skin a bright red in color. Wade, of course, thought it was quite hilarious that they had been caught swapping spit in front of a student, the very thing Logan was worried about.

“I’m…I’m so sorry… Mr. Howlett… Mr. Wilson… I can come back another time. I didn’t mean to—“ the student blurted out as she backed out of the doorway and ran out. The two men looked at each other and then Logan covered his face with his hands, utterly embarrassed beyond belief.

“I’ll go find the professor…” Wade muttered, secretly laughing to himself at the whole ordeal. Worth it.

[quill-and-whetstone]

“The Sniper Problem”

I have a favorite litmus test that I apply to just about everything I write: “Could this entire plotline be resolved by one sufficiently trained sniper?” The hypothetical sniper is there to evaluate the quality of the conflict I’ve set up. If they can resolve the whole thing by taking out their target then I… probably have some rethinking to do, because the test succinctly highlights a few key issues with any story that fails it.

First, the obvious: if the problem your protagonists are facing can be solved this way it’s probably just not as interesting as it could be. A conflict of “big bad evil dude does a big bad evil thing and our hero goes and mercs him about it” can make for a fun blockbuster action film, but the plot of those films are rarely–if ever–the point. Stories with a central villain stand to gain a lot of narrative depth from asking yourself what issues would linger if they were suddenly removed from the picture. What internal struggles might remain in your protagonists? How might the world around them still need to be changed or healed? Which elements or areas of the story just seem empty without the big bad to fill the narrative space, and how can we develop them?

The second facet of the sniper problem is an inverted Occam’s Razor, a call to ensure that there’s a good reason the protagonists aren’t just using a simple and direct route to solve their problems. It’s like how modern horror movies have to cripple the victims’ cell phones to justify everything else that happens, though ideally less contrived. When revising a story through this lens, it’s almost difficult not to improve it. It aids suspension of disbelief, lets your protagonists present as more competent, and gives them more to do outside of biffing people they don’t like which in turn showcases more of their personality.

A great example of all of this is Avatar: The Last Airbender. Throughout the show the bottom line is that our heroes are out to defeat the Firelord to stop the atrocities he’s committing against the rest of the world. So it stands to reason to ask, why not camp outside his house early on with an assassin good enough to score a quick or lucky kill? But the show answers this amply with just its concept, mostly without having to draw direct attention to it. If Firelord Ozai dropped dead in the pilot there would still be a whole Fire Nation pursuing his goals complete with other emotionally unstable royals and military officers. It wouldn’t actually… solve anything. “Defeat the Firelord” is just the mission that sets our heroes on the path they need to take to stop a war that’s destroying the world. The real solution is cultivating friendships across cultures, healing and maturing together, growing spiritually, protecting and empowering victims of generational violence, dismantling fascistic power structures, and ultimately even finding a relatively peaceful / humane solution to the problem of the Firelord. While they do call this out directly in one episode, they didn’t have to, because with the way they structured the narrative it was already evident. As a result of that good planning the characters got to do a lot of interesting, character driven, thematically resonant things and the show isn’t just one long and kind of dry martial arts training montage until they show up at the finale.

So keep the sniper problem in mind as you write! Or even as you read, watch, and analyze other media for what worked and what didn’t. I can’t promise it’ll be relevant to every story, but I can promise that it’s a quick and easy standard that’ll help you layer in a lot of nuance and flavor into your narrative.

[c0nn0r-c0nn0r13]

“If Tim Drake was meta, his ability would be shadow travel!”

“No, immortality!”

“No, shapeshifting!”

NO. NO. NO. HE WOULD BE SPIDER-MAN. FIGHT ME.

actual explanation:

All ‘weird’ behaviour he does? Spider things. Walk with me. Sleeping in the most random places, spider hibernation. Getting in on high building as a child, sticky. Bad eyesight (thats a personal hc), spiders are nearsighted. Really smart, although arachnids have brains that could literally fit on the head of a pin, the work of scientists suggests that they have capabilities we'd have no problem hailing as signs of intelligence if exhibited by animals with much larger brains. (I copied that off safari but my point stands)

Now, you’ve read that and you’re probably like “but, Connor, thats basically nothing, why are trying pushing spider-man! Tim for meta AU’s.” Well, my answer to that is: i don’t know. But lets compare Peter Parker and Tim Drake for a minute.

Tim:

Heavily shipped with his friends (Conner, Bart, Bernard, Cassie, the rest of the young justice98 line up)

Bi

Wears red

Photography as a hobby

Skateboards

Smart

Nerd

Two (+more) friends that wear red

Peter:

Heavily shipped with his friends/people he works with (Wade, Johnny, Harry, Ned, Harley, Mary Jane, Gwen Stacy, Felicia, Matt, Flash)

Queer coded/Bi

Wears red

Photography as a hobby

Skateboards

Smart

Nerd

Two (+ more) friends that wear red

See, basically the same person. “But Connor, when would Tim get bit by the spider, or are you just gonna say he was born with it.” Yes and no, i have no idea how meta powers work in dc, so we’re going with marvel mutants, stick with me.

Tim was born with a mutant (meta) gene, but it doesn’t awaken till he’s nine and gets bitten by the spider. The spider itself is a failed lab experiment from one of the rogues. He gets bit when he’s following batman and robin. It gets him sick and he doesn’t end up following them for a while because his body is changing. The robin (1 to 2) switch happens, Tim’s still in boarding school so he can’t follow them everyday anyways.

“If Tims robin, when does he become spider-man?”

I hc Tim as gender fluid, so he goes by arachnid. Anyways, he becomes that universe’s resident friendly neighbourhood arachnid when his red robin arch happens (AND HE STAYS AS ARACHNID, NO GOING BACK TO ROBIN SHIT!) Dick still tries (and fails) to get him to go to therapy, all that good stuff. He still meets Pru, Owen, and Z. They (minus Pru) dies. You know how the red robin arch goes. Explosion and losing spleens.

Now, this had derailed so much, but i’m going to derail it even more. Anita Fite is this worlds Deadpool, and Cissie King-Jones is this worlds Daredevil. Why is this? Because i said so, anyways this is how it works.

When being trained by her mother, Cissie gets into an accident, loses her sight, that goops/ooze things makes her “see” the world like Matt does. She proceeds to relearn archery with her disability, she becomes arrowette, then retires like in canon. But later on, she can’t just sit by and let everything happen. She goes to college and gets a law degree, she quits being an actresses. She opens a lawyer place thingy. But its not enough. So she dawns the mantle daredevil.

Anita Fite’s parents get kidnapped as an attempt to draw Empress out of hiding. She comes to get her parents back, but they get killed in the process. She gets nocked out, then when she wakes up she can regenerate and can’t die. She feels like she can’t go back to young justice so she takes up jobs as merc. Taking the name Deadpool.

Why did i decide to add them into why i think tim drake’s meta ability would be spiderman. This was because i was trying to get you guys to think about my team red! Tim, Cisse, & Anita. *insert evil laugh*

I will be drawing art for this later. Good day (do you guys want more of this, because i want more of it, and have to the one make it.)

[writin-with-the-blues]

can you please write more of the blu medic x red mercs but the rest of red team finds out?? Like the red merc walks into base and the rest of the team is like "um hey what the HELL you have a crush on a BLU!?!?!?" (If you can't do this scenario for all the mercs can you do it for pyro, engineer, and scout please) thank you!!! Sorry If this request is alot.

Oh absolutely I can do this! Sorry if updates have been slow, finals has been killing me and this seemed the easiest to post. (I feel like I am always writing Pyro wrong LMAO).

OG Post Here

Right person, Wrong side

Pyro, Engineer, and Scout x Male!Blue Medic! Reader (Romantic)

Pyro:

They are probably the most interesting when it comes to you.

They tried to talk about you to the rest of the Mercenaries actually. However, since most of them can’t here them, they brush it off as utter nonsense. Except for one particular person.

Miss Pauling.

It was over a phone call, since pyro was in their room, they didn’t feel the need to put on a mask. It had to do with a contract killing you in particular and they rejected it. Miss Pauling inquired further about it, she was simply told, “Oh they didn’t tell you? I love him.”

“You can fall in love?”

Okay, ow, that hurt. But that one conversation with Miss Pauling somehow got spread around the entirety of Red Team. Though, it isn’t really a case of, ‘They are in love with blue team’ but a case of, ‘They can love?!’

Overall, it went alright. Though it did show how people felt about their cognitive abilities.

Engineer:

Ah yes, Dell, the man with more PHD’s than fingers of the Mercs have after a fight. He got caught because of an invention.

I am a firm believer that Dell’s love languages are Gift Giving and Acts of Service. He adores the moments when you just look so happy and excited, so keeping the stressful moments to a minimum with his inventions or hell just giving you a cup of coffee is something he thinks about a little too much.

So when he finds out that your medigun isn’t working as well as it should be, he immediately gets to solutions for you. It wasn’t like you asked though, since you didn’t even know something was wrong with your medigun in the first place but the nozzle doesn’t have the same range as it used to.

Though, his teams medic assumed it was for him until the very quick realization that it did absolutely nothing for his medigun. Which immediately was brought with accusations of being a spy and betraying the team.

To tell you it was ugly would be an understatement. To the point where his only defense is that he loved you. So he just simply said that. Did it resolve his issues with spy accusations? Yes. But it created a whole new problem.

Now there’s a bit of pressure from the rest of the team to just, ‘Snap out of it’ but he doesn’t. As much as he lies through his teeth, and as much as he tries to ignore it, he can’t. I mean, he’s a full grown man dammit, who cares?

Scout:

If you were to ask me how he even gotten himself in this situation, I’d say the many doodles he has of you.

He has a somewhat (very) crass way of expressing his feelings when using his sketchbook. Everything he feels about you just drawn out, kissing, hugging, other things a 20 year old with art abilities draws.

The first person to find these sketches of you is Spy. His first thoughts follow the beat of, ‘This is really good anatomy.’ To ‘Is that the enemy medic?’

Spy tried to use it as leverage against Scout. Once Scout realized what had happened, he almost immediately decided to tell every red merc on his own terms.

It’s the most Jeremy thing he could do, but I genuinely believe he’d do it. Though it goes as well as you expect it to. Which is not great.

To sum it up, there were so many argument over it. Whether it is justified or not, but most were in agreement that they knew they can’t change his feelings about you.

Masterlist

[mysteriouslyjovialcolor]

Qatar 2024

-YESSSS!

-Safety Car?? Franco?? Oh god, Williams

-“George Russel gets away well… second phase: here comes Max Verstappen”

-“Sergio Perez gets away well” Oh how we love to hear it

-Oh god Kevin- Shit that was Nico; that tire gamble didn’t pay off

-“Got hit by Stroll. I know he would do it. I could tell” Yeah the Williams is so cursed

-How is Lewis p9?

-Yuki p10! (I don’t remember where he placed in qualifying)

-Oh god another safety car? Who was that? Yuki?? Oh Liam

-“Speed on the straight is worrying” :(

-I love that there seems to be a fire lit under the Red Bull but can Max chill for a second? That car might still give up half way

-Woah Kevin! (That Haas/Vcarb/Alpine battle is so fun to follow)

-Max please, think about the tireeess

-“blistering pace” If they jinx him istg

-“Tsunoda-San” Love Jenson and Yuki’s relationship

-“The Frenchman has got his man”

-“It’s surprising how difficult the top 8 is finding it to overtake when the rest of the field seem to be doing it just fine”

-Yo? Zhou?! Omg!

-Max and Lando battling for fastest lap

-“How slow are we compared to others?” Hate that Merc so much

-No way both Saubers just over took Yuki. What’s wrong with his car?

-“The threat from the undercut disappears as each revolution of the tires go by” Idk why that sounded so poetic

-Okay Mercedes, starting off the pit stops

-Oh- that wasn’t very good

-“Is the car broken?” Back to back L’s

-Magnussen, Gasly, Alonso, threatening everyone’s pit stops

-Jenson’s voice is so soothing

-Okay halfway through

-“Speak louder please”

-…

Did Alex lose a mirror?

-“Max has got his wing mirrors” Vengeful, petty Max is my favorite (obviously it’s aimed at the FIA, don’t draw other conclusions)

-That yellow flag was so clear. Why didn’t he lift? Was there a problem?

-What the actual hell! There’s a whole mirror on track! Why is no one doing anything?? Are we waiting for someone to go over it and cause more damage???

-Ohmygodd! They are! They were fricking waiting!

-Now??? Now??? Now you want to call a Safety Car???

-Can’t even enjoy the pit stop games with this bs

-This is such incompetence. The hell is wrong with them?

-I need Zhou to get a point. I really do

-Safety car restarts make so nervous

-NO CHECO!!

-Nico too??

-I wanna cry

-Didn’t get to appreciate Max vs Lando in all that chaos; that was very cool

-Plus Charles! On Oscar!

-Charles, Charles, Charles, Charles, come on mate

-All of the cars are so close now

-“Albon just rammed me”

-Oh shit a 10s penalty

-“That seems unbelievably extreme” Why are we surprised about this? It’s the FIA

-Oh shit that’s- oh god

-Lewis penalty too?

-Zhou!!!!!

-Lewis retiring?

-Are they really saying he won’t race in Abu Dhabi?

-Can Bottas overtake Albon so that Sauber can celebrate like crazy??

-“F***k off” “Go for it Kev” Hahaha

-Cheering so hard for Sauber right now

-Okay I knew that wouldn’t last long but Zhou! Zhou! Zhou!

-“Denied pole but not denied victory!” Wohooo

-“Karma is a wonderful thing. Yes! We did not drive unnecessarily slowly today!” Tell them GP!

-Max, Charles, Oscar podium!! Let’s go, Let’s go, Let’s go!!!

(Also congratulations to Alex Albon for finally finishing a race)

[gophergal]

Author Commentary - I Know Where To Look (Chapter 2)

Howdy, y’all! Welcome back to another commentary post, this one will be a lot shorter than the last (probably?) I know that’s ironic given the extra length of the chapter, but this one just required less interesting research and decisions.

When does the fic take place, by the way?

So, I have a very specific headcanon for when canon materials take place in TF2 that may slightly contradict actual canon. Because of that, I am of the opinion that the Mercs were hired in ‘64, and this fic starts in May of that year. All of the Meet The Team videos take place between 64 and 68.

For your convenience, a list of relevant (and not so relevant) HC ages for characters as of 1964:

Heavy is 40, as mentioned in the chapter (his birthday is in October)

Medic is 46, though he looks young for his age despite going grey (This is relevant. Also his birthday is in March)

Scout is 19

Sniper is 22 (wear some fucking sunscreen, man)

Spy 42

Engineer is 38

On that note, I’m also taking advantage of the fact that MtT is in universe PR, so keep that in mind when characterization and events contradict them. I see the mercs’ personalities in MtT as exaggerations of what they actually have going on, and I think that is somewhat supported by the way they are presented in the comics, but I would never claim that is 100% the “correct” interpretation.

For example, Pyro at this point creeps almost everyone out, but only scares Scout. The fact that their own team is terrified of them in MtP is an exaggeration. Also Pyro related: you might notice that I typically use they/them for them, but in dialogue and prose, he/him is used. That will change, it’s just a result of the team assuming that Pyro is a man, since the rest of them are men. It’s just something that will change as the team gets closer.

Heavy’s backstory memory in the shower was just something I came up with on the spot. It felt right. Might have been projecting a bit about the whole “seeing your deceased parent in your reflection” thing. Who knows. Either way, every time I’m reminded of the characters’ who’s backstories we know, I’m just reminded of how if tf2 wasn’t comedic the damned franchise would just be a drama.

Also, the “victory round” (I’m blanking on what it’s actually called in the game, but you know when the winning team gets crits at the end?) fills me with genuine rage and I almost want to punch my laptop whenever I play tf2. However, if I did that I wouldn’t be able to write/draw more Red Oktoberfest queerness.

That Kotlet cooking scene is based on this recipe. I’ve never actually made it myself because meat has gotten really expensive, but it does just remind me of meatloaf. That’s all

“Horse Feathers” is something my maternal grandfather used to say all the time instead of “bullshit” or “goddamnit.” I thought it would be funny to make Engie talk like my papal *shrugs*. Speaking of Engie, he ISNT HOMOPHOBIC I PROMMY. That man is aspec and an eternal third wheel. He’s just uncomfortable with being involved in non-practical problems.

[iris-of-bliss]

An Untypical Morning [18+]

Summary: You enjoyed a nice night with the two Black Dragons, but would you expect more pleasure after you wake up? Time to settle for some more…

Pairing(s): Kabal/F!Reader

Warning(s): NSFW

A/N: Continuation of previous fic

You and your boyfriend Kabal had a good rest after that wild three-way from last night. The room lights were off as you were still fast asleep. Little did you know Kabal already had your wrists and ankles restrained together. He covered your eyes with a blindfold as well. Wrists face toward you in some sort of fetal position. Surprisingly, you haven’t woken up yet from his movements. Besides, did you guys have an important job coming up today? It could be a problem if the boss gets pissed.

A soft yawn came from you as eyes open slowly. You took notice of yourself suddenly being restrained and blindfolded by some silk fabric. All you can see is darkness. You weren’t so sure about who was responsible for this.

“What’s going on here!?” you shout worriedly.

As soon as you spoke, the sound of footsteps move towards you from behind. The unknown individual climbed on the bed above you. You can feel their presence hovering over your body. Your heart was racing.

“Who is it? Is that you, Kabal?”

“Relax, baby doll. It’s me.”

You sigh in relief when the voice belonged to Kabal. Just waking up and he’s already back to his desire of pleasurable activity. However, the speed demon knew for sure you would crave for this.

“Don’t we have work to do? What time is it even?”

You felt a hand rub along your hip. Kabal made sure to remind you, “It’s pretty early in the morning. Unless the alcohol affected him, the boss doesn’t wake up for an hour. Trust me, I got a fast memory.”

There was a brief silence until Kabal pulls your panties to your knees. He guides his rough fingers inside of your already wet cunt. Quickly noticing this, he pulls out his fingers to examine them. A slight grin forms across the merc.

“You’ve gotten nice and wet for me, baby? How sweet,” he whispers in your ear as his fluid-coated fingers circle around your exposed rear. You whimper at his actions and your stomach felt a pool of warmth. This was followed by your sex throbbing for his fingers again.

“Let me make you feel good, princess.”

Fingers rub across your slick entrance good enough to gain a moan out of you. Kabal smiled at the sight of you. Slipping every dirty sentence in your ear would drive you horny.

He leans down to your ear, whispering closely, “God you feel so fucking good for me. I’m gonna make you beg, doll face.”

The merc then licks and bites your neck for better satisfaction. You arch your back at this whilst a finger draws onto your clit. Circular motions were made to the small flesh. You wanted to grab his head close to yours so bad. The resting and slight rubbing of his knuckles towards your entrance drove you crazy. You were about to snap.

“Ah! Kabal! I-I want…ah!” You couldn’t contain yourself any longer.

Kabal teases you, “You want what?”

“I want your fingers inside me, Kabal! I-I want you to make me cum so badly!”

“Atta girl.”

Kabal places a kiss on the cheek before proceeding to slide his fingers back in you. He quickens the pace like the speed demon he was. Fuck, that feeling between your thighs came back again. He felt so good inside you. Feeling his free hand rub gently onto your hair, fingers tangling within it.

All of a sudden, your boyfriend’s fingers pull away so he could release his erect cock. He presses to your entrance, rubbing the folds teasingly. You couldn’t help but moan with some of your wetness coating the head of his sex.

“Let’s finish together, princess.”

After sliding himself inside you, he was going at a slow pace at first. It wasn’t long until he moved faster. His body towered over your restrained body. You still lay on your side getting fucked while Kabal did the work. The slapping of skin mixed with his panting breaths made you dizzy. This is such a good feeling.

“Shit, I’m so goddamn close!”

The merc’s body presses against yours with muscular arms wrapped tight around your torso. The climax was coming close to home. You start to shake when hot fluids erupt from both of you. The cries of your names wail in the air, taking in every pleasurable moment. You wish the session was just a bit longer, but you had important work to focus on later. Kabal slowly pulls out of your entry, and gave away soft kisses on your cheek. He then removes the silk restraints from you.

“I wish we had the time to cuddle, but we’ll have to set that aside,” he smiles at you while caressing your thigh. It wasn’t until a harsh knock on the door caused the both of you to jump. It was Kano wasn’t it?

“Oi! Kabal! Cut it the fuck out and get your arse out here! We’ve got work to do!” the boss shouts.

“Give me a minute, jackass! Jeez…”

Kabal rushes to change his clothes while you lie there watching. You had no motivation to move around for a bit after your legs turned into putty. You had to get up at some point though.

Your man walks up to you for one last kiss, “I’ll see you later, and don’t fall asleep on me.”

You nod at him before he exits the door. Kano is the last person Kabal would rather see every day, but he’s working for him after all. He had no other choice.

“We’ve gotten hands on some more cargo. I’ll need you and Erron to help unload them for me before our mission,” Kano ordered.

“You fuckin’ serious?,” Kabal’s brows furrowed, “And you’re just gonna sit and watch, huh?”

“Sure I am. I’ve got a fuckin’ headache to deal with.”

Kabal sighed, “Figured as much.”

[chevvy-ryder]

What does your heart look like?

@hydrasshole, @theviridianbunny, @elvenbeard and @morganlefaye79 tagged me doing this quiz. Thank you. <3RULES: Take this uQuiz for your V/OC.

While I was already writing Ry, I continued with the rest because I knew I would get tagged at least 4 times xD, so have all my blorbos in one post. I will color what definitely applies to them and bold the last sentence(s) because it mostly turnd out very accurate what they need to do in order to achieve love, to be happy, content and at peace with their lives:

Ryder

Iced over, out of the sun

Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw.

Ryder would say people are afraid of him, but in reality he's more afraid of them and what they think of him. He never received any value before he actively changed his life and found his small circle of close friends which he also calls his family. His real family hated him, reduced him to nothing but someone who couldn't do things right. No one liked him for his kind, warm and romantic personality, so he built up that ice cold iron fortress. Everything that clashes against this wall will ricochet into another direction. Only his closest friends are allowed to open a magic door to come in and see (parts of) his true personality. Inside that fortress beats a big heart with passion ready to give all the love he's got to offer. But beware of that black distorted shadow roaming the fortress. Keep distance from, it is not friendly. Ryder can't do anything against it. It's like a parasite you can't get rid off. Trying to fight it could end mortally for anyone. That beast doesn't want Ry to have peace and likes to keep him at a certain level of anger. Such anger that leads him to go berserk and tear everything apart. Ryder is indeed afraid of hurting his loved ones, therefore has to often wall them off as well. That doesn't mean he does not let anyone in. Sometimes you need to leave him be until he feels ready and in control to let you have a look. It will always be dangerous, though as long as this distorted warden is accommodating his fortress somehow guarding Ryder's heart and soul that desperately want to be loved and give all back. So, even if he falls for someone and shows it, he will never be allowed to let himself go and give himself completely into their hands. Therefore he only trusts those who he believes are strong and cautious enough to be aware of his beast any time.

There were a few questions where I couldn't decide if I chose “I am angry. (you are afraid, terribly so)." or "I am a monster. (Did they tell you that? or did you tell yourself?)" bc Ryder is both - so I did it twice to see if the outcome would be different which led to the same above. I've had the same problem with the home question but it still turned out like above. Ryder has a big home, it is empty because there's lots of space but he likes to be there so "Empty. I can't stand to be alone there. I'll be with everyone else." fits only 50%. The other 50% would be: "What home? I can't stop. There are things I need to do." because he indeed has a lot of merc things to do but he appreciates being at home as well, so it didn't fit either. I went with "empty" in the end.

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Thyjs

A bird struggling to get loose

Your heart can never hold still. It pounds against your chest frantically, always turning your sights to one thing after the next. When was the last time you were certain? The last time your life was stable? Maybe this is how you prefer things. On the move constantly, not tied down to one person or place. You chase one goal after the next. Can you ever really feel complete without a place to land? Shouldn’t you build yourself a nest?

Thyjs never stayed long in the places he lived during his soldier career. It always required him to be on the move. He got his home in Amsterdam, but the longest amount of time he spent there in a row was two months when he got forced to pause after a hard operation. He's constantly been on different missions and in combat zones all over the world, so he was in fact never tied to one place. Not until the Badlands accident, not until he has somehow forced himself to settle down in Night City becoming a merc. He was chasing one goal after another which led to him getting ranked up until 1st lieutenant. It laid more responsibility into his hands: actively plan things, care and look out for his squad mates, boost their morale, make decisions that could be of serious consequences and so on. He never tied himself to anyone in terms of settling down and marrying, because he didn't want them grieving should he die. If there's something Thyjs does not like it is becoming static. He constantly needs to do something, a purpose in his life or it will become a dread to him. As a soldier he had that, as a merc he feels there's a lot more static daily routine he can't cope with at first. He needs to adjust himself, find balance that leaves him content enough to go on with his new path. Luckily for him NC is never that static either, fast living, changing — it will give him enough adrenaline situations once he finds out. So, yes, Thyjs is like a bird — tied to the army he swore to serve his whole life but somehow he got free from these invisible chains, ready to look for a place to build his nest so he can settle to find his place in the world. He wants to have something stable but is just scared it might change him. Meeting Ryder was a good accident, because Ry will always be a challenge and gives him the chance to feel complete without having to worry about falling into some static (family) life. It opens the opportunity for him to eventually open up, let his craving heart give the love and affection that stacked up all those years. I was surprised it turned out to be that fitting for Thyjs. My boys are all water signs, but I do not picture Thy as an (in the) ocean animal but as a stormbird/seabird — a giant petrel to be more specific; those large seabirds live mostly pelagic. He's a bird that's constantly flying around out in the ocean only resting at the shore for a certain amount of time. So, that text pretty nails it for him.

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Vijay

A cage with iron locks

You are an enigma. You take care to remain that way. You aim to keep people guessing; your motives are uncertain even to yourself. What is it you truly want? You’ll never know if you keep your heart locked away like that. You deserve to be known, truly and fully. Stop being afraid of what you might find if you open your heart up to self-reflection. Stop thinking that no one will love you the moment they understand you. You are more than the facade you put on.

Netlords!!! Vijay is ultra cagey! He's always lending an ear and takes on everyone else's problem, making it his as well (see long-term Ry up there (depression, anger), Arki as well (the fucking entire story), even Hizumi (big Tyger Claw problem)) but never lets himself help. Good luck trying to get through to him. You either have to learn how to decode 100 enigmas in a row without making any mistake just to get through to his data fortress that locks all his problems away you have to hack into as well, or; you gotta be Arki. Ryder knows there's no getting through. Vijay will change the topic if you try and at some point you simply give up and leave him be. If you never witnessed a moment where he's showing he's got a certain problem, you will probably never notice that he even has them! You can only guess, because he won't tell you. Even if he is connected to the net almost 24/7, he feels disconnected, not complete, like he's missing something, but he is not sure if he will ever find it, because he doesn't know what exactly missing puzzle piece to fill that empty space and unknown knowledge. Opening up towards others is his greatest challenge — speaking about his past, about what he's done, what he is really capable of doing if he would make use of it but fears he might end up going cyberpsycho or worse. So yes, he fears himself and thinks no one can understand neither help him, since his problem seems not solvable anyways which is why he keeps everything to himself instead. He's got to learn, to let this mask fall and accept the offered help. Learn to give his loved ones the chance to lend an ear and listen, give advice, find a solution – together. His life would be so much easier that way and probably also help stopping his excessive overthinking a little. With Arki (and a bit later also Jaysen) he finds the one he can open up to and eventually talk about it all. He does not know why out of all it is Arki, but once he shows up there's light brought in to find answers — for both of them and the rest of the team as well. Netlords! Vijay always comes off as the boy with no problems, but he's got them. I did his and Jay's parallel and was quite surprised they end up entirely different and the text brings up exactly what I pictured about V all the time: the cagey boy with all his locked away problems.

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Jaysen

A compass that doesn’t waver

You are someone who is certain of what you want. Maybe you always have been, or maybe you made a discovery that you haven’t been able to tear your eyes away from. Your heart is set and certain. You fight endlessly for your goals. Above all else, you know who you are and what you are trying to achieve. Just be careful not to tear yourself or others apart in pursuit of your ideals.

Jaysen in fact knows what he wants, is doing and he believes it's the right way to do it. In fact one day he made a discovery he couldn't get away from because he still has unanswered questions that only will solve once he gets to find his brother Vijay and the entire thing starts rolling and making sense. Jaysen knows who he is, he also knows a few bits of his past that V does not know (yet). Jay knows what he's capable of doing and doesn't shy away from doing it. He can be ruthless in that way — the entire opposite of his little brother (who just stopped being like that). Once he's got a trace, he's pursuing it like a mad man, which means he does everything to get to the set goal. He's been searching for his brother for years, never giving up and if someone wants to stop him, to get to V, Jay will use everything he's capable to do, he doesn't care if someone might die along the way (who e.g. could have simply talked out of it). Jay always thinks what he does is right and moral is often the last he cares about. As long as it benefits him, it's a good thing he did. But that bold last sentence is in fact a reminder and warning for him, to remember he should not overdo it because there are consequences to it that do not look good. Even if he says he can't turn cyberpsycho for mysterious reasons he seeks answers as well, people will definitely see him as one.

Jaysen, be careful what you do. You really need your lil' brother to keep you grounded. The text only told me once more he's the chaotic good boy of the team. He does what his conscience tells him to do for the greater good. He does not care about following society’s rules, he cares about doing what’s right and benefits him.

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Tagging (sorry if you already received and did this - no pressure as always):

@gloryride, @nervouswizardcycle, @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @dreamskug, @jessxmetal, @86maylin, @lokiina, @sammysilverdyne, @caer-oswin, @miss--river

[2d-platformer-dw]

Character design

Castle Crashers:

The knights of Castle Crashers are all proportionally very similar and difficult to distinguish on form alone. However, most characters can be distinguished through the use of colour and tone to separate them. Even in the greyer knights, they have very different helmets and shades of grey to visually identify them. Use of colour and [very limited] facial characteristics can also suggest certain characters' personalities.

If I could take one thing from Castle Crashers' character design, it would be their use of detail to differentiate characters.

Team Fortress 2:

I'll be here a while.

Colour:

The TF2 mercenaries have far brighter torsos and heads compared to the rest of their bodies [see Scout and Sniper] and a colour gradient drawing the player's focus to the upper half of the character [Pyro, Engineer]. The character colours are also far more distinguishable than those of the backgrounds and maps so characters can always be identified. Colour is also used to identify individual mercenaries, such as how Medic's coat stands out from the rest of the mercs

Shape:

The TF2 mercs are all very blocky. Maybe not Minecraft-level blocky, but certainly chunky. They all have very different proportions, stances and equipment so that working only on silhouettes, each character can be identified correctly alongside whether the have their primary, secondary or melee equipped. For instance, the Pyro and Demoman have similar proportions, however with the Pyro's mask and flamethrower vs Demo's blast jacket and grenade launcher or their difference in stance, they can be differentiated. Sniper and Scout also are proportioned similarly, however with Sniper's rigid stance compared to, well, whatever Scout is doing means that they can be easily separated.

Detail [that's right I'm still going]:

The TF2 mercs aren't very detailed - especially when compared to their Overwatch counterparts. However, this means that they are very visually clean and uncluttered, so that that the player character can identify what weapon the enemy player has equipped. This isn't a problem for Overwatch due to a lack of weapon variety in individual classes heroes*, but in TF2 there is a lot of weapons so the player must be able to identify at a glance what they're up against. This works in conjunction with colour and shape with how colour brings the players eyes towards the upper torso where the weapons are and how the merc's shape changed based on weapon equipped but is still identifiable as the correct merc.

*they do have a lot of heroes though

If I could take one thing from TF2's character design, I would take their use of shape particularly to distinguish enemies [as a medic main I've gotten very paranoid used to this].

Minit:

Minit is very different from the prior two. It is monochrome and in a pixelart style which, when used in conjunction, is very easy to screw up. However, Minit levels of detail to differentiate separate areas, such as the shop section and the desk area which allows the player to visually identify different locations and also prevent the screen from becoming cluttered. Even in more linear-detailed sections [such as the wooden floor in the above image], it is broken up to prevent it from feeling repetitive.

If I could take one thing from Minit, it would be the use of detail to visually separate different areas.

[unflirtysimmer]

Later that night, Mercury lingered in the doorway of their bedroom, her hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of her pajama top. Travis sat on the edge of the bed in his purple boxers, his posture tired but relaxed. The faint glow of his laptop cast a ghostly shadow in the corner, a reminder of the late-night coding project that had consumed most of his week.

Mercury shifted her weight from one foot to the other, finally taking a deep breath before stepping forward. She stopped just in front of Travis, her presence immediately drawing his attention.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice tinged with hesitation.

Travis glanced up, his tired eyes softening at the sight of her. “Hey, you. What’s on your mind?”

She hesitated again, her arms folding across her chest for a moment before she let them drop. “Can we... talk? About us?”

Travis straightened slightly, his brows furrowing with concern. “Of course. Is everything okay?”

Mercury nodded quickly, her hands fluttering nervously at her sides. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine. I mean, it’s good. Really good. That’s kind of the thing.”

Travis tilted his head, clearly listening intently. “Alright, I’m following. Keep going.”

She took another small step forward, her bare feet brushing against the edge of the bed frame. “I guess I’ve just been feeling... nervous. About how things are going between us. Not bad nervous—more like I don’t want to mess anything up.”

Travis’s concern softened into a small, reassuring smile. “Merc, you don’t have to worry about that. You’re not going to mess anything up. But if you’re feeling this way, it’s important to talk about it.”

She let out a shaky laugh, her hands gesturing vaguely as she spoke. “I know. And that’s part of the problem. I feel like I should be able to just... say what’s on my mind, but it’s not that simple. There’s so much I’m holding onto, and I don’t even know how to start letting it out.”

Travis leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees as he looked up at her. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say everything right now. Just tell me what you can, when you’re ready.”

Her gaze dropped to the floor for a moment, then back up to meet his. “I guess I’m just scared of moving forward too fast. Of... messing things up by not being ready.”

Travis studied her face for a moment, his expression kind. “It’s okay to be scared. And it’s okay to take your time. I’m not in a rush, Mercury. I care about you too much to let something like timing get in the way.”

She blinked, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. “You really mean that?”

He nodded. “Absolutely. Look, relationships are complicated enough without putting pressure on yourself to be perfect. I’m here because I want to be, and I’ll wait as long as you need.”

A small, grateful smile broke across her face. “Thanks, Travis. That means a lot.”

He reached out, his hand gently brushing hers. “It’s the truth. And for what it’s worth, you’re doing a lot better than you think. You don’t have to carry this all on your own.”

Her heart swelled at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest that eased the knot of fear and doubt she’d been holding onto. “You really know how to make a girl feel better,” she teased lightly, her voice more relaxed now.

“It’s one of my hidden talents,” he replied with a grin.

[windrush-child]

This Ain't Ordinary Life 3

Back by popular demand. The plot is thickening in these coming chapters, and this one will focus more on Lewis' point of view. We're also gonna torture him a little bit, but in a nice way lol. Big fat filth warning for this one. Enjoy.

Summary: You're a rookie driver for Alpha Tauri, hungry to show what you're capable of. The currently reigning champion Lewis Hamilton is just as hungry, but for something different, though.

Other Chapters

"Don't- don't stop..." His needy sigh echoed through the empty briefing room, and then straight to your core. It was late Thursday night, and if it hadn't been for the two of you, the Mercedes quarters would've been eerily quiet, abandoned by everyone else. Only Bono was still working on his laptop in the room across the corridor, but he didn't see or hear a thing. Or at least he pretended not to. You looked up at him through your lashes with devilish eyes, soaking in every little detail, every sign of want you could so clearly read from his body. You had seldom seen Lewis this needy. He was leaned far back on the couch, his chest rising and falling a bit quicker than usual. One arm thrown above his head, his fingers gripped the hem of his own sleeve tightly, such that his nails had turned white. His other hand was intertwined with yours, resting on his exposed stomach, where you had pushed his black team shirt up to his chest. And the look on his face, oh... it made the knot in your lower belly grow tighter. His plump lips were parted and shaded red from where he had bitten them before, and he looked down at you through half-open eyes, heavily clouded with lust - so pleading and almost a bit coy. Yeah, he wanted it badly. The drops of precum that were steadily leaking out of him only confirmed it. When the salty, slightly bitter taste of it coated your tongue, you knew you had him at your mercy. It had been a stressful Thursday for Lewis. After yet another incident between him and Max two weeks ago in Singapore, where the Mercedes driver had been declared predominantly at fault, the press had spent the entire day putting him through the wringer. It's not that he wasn't used to it by now - he had no problem bullshitting his way through the endless stream of ridiculous questions - but Lewis, too, had his limits. Lewis, would you say that you've been a fair competitor to Max this season? Lewis, do you feel like your driving is now dirtier than ever before? Lewis, could the aggressive move we've seen in Singapore be interpreted as desperation? It had taken his full amount of self control today to get through the interviews without lashing out at someone. But he managed it alright, giving the media purposely bland answers as usual, always staying polite, albeit with clenched fists in his pockets. You had been looking for him later that evening, very discreetly of course, after all the conferences had ended. You had spent the interviews together with Charles, who had actually suggested for you to play a round of CoD with him and Lando that night. It was an enticing offer and you'd nearly said yes. But you hadn't seen or heard a thing from Lewis all day, matter of fact all week since Singapore. It was not that you were particularly worried about him or even missed him, no, you didn't have that type of relationship. You just wanted to exchange a quick Hello and make sure things were alright. Now, strolling into the Mercedes quarters on track as an Alpha Tauri driver was a bit of a covert operation to say the least, not to mention the fact that you weren't supposed to draw any attention whatsoever to you and Lewis. But you were a sly fox - because you had remembered that Redbull and Mercedes used the same backdoor to get from their quarters to the restrooms. Spa had a bit of a perplexing layout when it came to its facilities, usually it was a nuisance, but today it had made your mission a bit easier. When you had finally found Lewis on the couch in the empty Merc briefing room, your first reaction was a smile. However, it had quickly turned into a look of concern on your face. He was slumped down on the sofa, his brows furrowed into a displeased frown. He looked frustrated and tired, to say the least. It was quite uncharacteristic to see him down like this at the start of a race weekend. What is it? He had snapped as he noticed you standing in the door, but when he'd actually realised it was you, his tone had changed immediately. He'd apologised and lowered his head again.

After silently analysing the situation for a few moments longer, you had chosen not to strike up a conversation with him then - instead, you dimmed the lights in the room, tiptoed over to him, slowly lowered yourself to your knees in between his legs, and watched how his pupils widened as you pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants. It had only taken a couple of tender rubs over the bulge in his briefs to soften the frown on his face - and then some more until he'd thrown his head back, and eventually started to gasp with pleasure when you had freed him of his briefs and started licking him up and down. Things had escalated further from there, and now, Lewis was gripping your hand on his stomach tightly. Paired with the way he angled his hips upwards into your mouth, it was evident that he was silently trying to repeat what he'd said earlier already - please, keep going, keep going. This time, you took pity on him. Fully wrapping your wet lips around the head of his cock, you started sucking on the tip gently, making sure to run your tongue over the super sensitive spot on the underside of it once or twice. Lewis inhaled sharply and a twitch shot through his thigh, which gave you the cue to suck him harder. A deep, long groan escaped him as he exhaled, and he had to bite down on his lower lip in an attempt to suppress the noise. Damage limitation from his side, because there was no way Bono didn't know what was going on in the other room by now. You kept up the sweet torture for a while longer, until you felt his stomach tense up under your palm with every little swirl of your tongue. You loved how responsive and sensitive Lewis was, how shamelessly he moaned when you started stroking him slowly with your free hand, removing your mouth to catch a quick breath. Suddenly, you held him still in your palm - just to admire and enjoy the sight in front of you. His cock looked painfully hard, the tip had taken on a deep pink shade by now, it must feel so sensitive, you thought. He was covered in your spit and his own precum, which had dripped down all the way to the base of his groin. It was one of the most obscene and gorgeous things you'd ever laid eyes on, and you felt yourself getting wetter the longer you looked at him. Lewis began to squirm underneath you, letting out a trembling sigh when you still didn't go on. "More" he panted desperately. "What, baby? What do you want, Lewis?" you asked innocently while palming his balls in your other hand, knowing damn well the touch wouldn't be enough to satisfy him, but only drive him crazier. Your lover groaned in response as he grew more frustrated, shutting his eyes tightly. You watched as he bucked his hips upwards into your hand, desperate to get any sort of friction, just that little bit of pressure where he needed it most. "Use your words, sweetie" you breathed, a sickeningly taunting tone mixed with arousal in your voice as you observed his needy little show. His eyes shot open and he pierced you with a warning glare. "I could-" he snapped, suddenly and threateningly, "just grab you by the hair and make you do it, you do know that, right?" He said and leaned forward, on the verge of actually gripping a fistful of your curls. An amused smile twitched at the corner of your mouth. Being the submissive one didn't come easily to Lewis, he was used to being in control of things when in came to sex. But you weren't going to give in this time. You stared right back into his dark brown eyes, like a lioness locked on her prey. "Yeah... but you won't." You pressed your hand flat against his chest and leaned forward, pushing him back into the couch again. Completely catching him by surprise, you jumped onto his lap to straddle him, pinning him down underneath you in the process. Lewis looked up to you with a defiant glare in his eyes - but it also didn't go unnoticed by you that he let you do this, even though he could've easily turned the tables. Without a warning, you took his cock into your hand in a firm grip, and started stroking him up and down.

"Ah...fuck!" Lewis hissed and dug his fingers into your soft thighs, hot jolts of pleasure shot through him with every stroke of your hand. Your pace was relentless, and based on the little twitches you felt through the tender skin, it was clear he'd become undone any moment. You lowered your face next to his and put your free hand on the back of his neck, never easing up on your rhythm. "Lewis, my baby..." you purred into his ear, enjoying the feeling of his heavy panting on your cheek, "Are you close? Do you want to cum?" "Yes...please." he begged, a choked up noise which almost sounded like a whimper escaped his lips. For a second you couldn't believe Lewis had actually said those words. It was the first time you'd ever heard him beg for it. Having that kind of power over him, having him completely at your mercy in the palm of your hand, gave you such a hot rush that you were sure your cheeks were flushed deep red. You let yourself slip off his lap again, onto your knees. You wanted to finish him off with your mouth, longing to have his taste on your tongue. After two or three more strokes of your hand, you took his length as far down your throat as somehow possible. You heard him hiss sharply, knowing the sensation had pushed him over the edge when he grabbed a handful of your hair - this time, you let him. His cock began throbbing frantically inside of you, and Lewis threw an arm over his mouth to muffle his moans as he came. His hot cum spurted into your mouth and down your throat, and he couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips into you. All the teasing and edging him on had just been too much. Tears lingered at the corners of your eyes from the stretch he gave you - it wasn't easy taking so much of his length, especially with him not holding still. But there was something so unspeakably hot and intimate about Lewis spilling his cum down your throat, that your mind simply fired itself into tunnel vision, blocking out everything but the desire to please him, to make him feel good. When you were sure that you had swallowed down the very last drop, you let go of him and lifted your head. You had to blink a couple times and take deep breaths until your vision was clear again, then you saw a very spent, very flushed face before you, with beautiful, parted lips and brown eyes that were halfway closed. Two of his braids hung loose, you thought about tucking them behind his ears. It seemed like every last bit of tension from before had left his body, and the fact that it was you who got him there made you smile to yourself proudly. Lewis let out a long breath and met your eyes. "Fuck, baby..." he sighed and put a hand on the back of your neck, "That was...I don't even know-" Your smile grew even wider now at how dumbfounded he was. "Don't mention it. You're welcome." you said, your voice a bit hoarse, and you gave his thigh a little squeeze. But Lewis shook his head and unexpectedly pulled you into his lap. "No, honestly..." he started, still out of breath. "You make me feel so good, every time." He wrapped two strong arms around you and pulled you into a close embrace. "I don't know how you do it." You returned the gesture and put your arms around his neck, enjoying the way he held you firmly against his warm body. "I like to make you feel good, Lewis. You know that." you whispered as you rested your forehead against his. "And you do the same for me." He didn't answer, but placed a kiss on your jaw instead, before giving you another, more intense one on the pulse point of you throat. He gently sucked on the sensitive skin there, running his tongue over it, and a blissful moan slipped past your lips. He stayed there for a while, before tilting your head to the side with his hand, to replicate the sweet, wet kiss right below your ear.

Goosebumps ran all over your body, it was like you started melting in his hands. All of a sudden, you felt so exposed, so bare, and your heartbeat quickened at all those sensations, at everything he was doing to you with his mouth. The atmosphere in the room had shifted, you could sense it, and the situation felt so different... so intimate. "Lewis, I-" you gasped and pulled away from his touch. He looked up into your eyes, his gaze had something so warm and comforting to it, and you felt your eyes linger just a moment too long. That look on his face had made it harder for you to pull away than it should've been. Stop it, don't be ridiculous now. "It's past twelve already, I should probably go to bed." you mumbled. Lewis mindlessly caressed your back and nodded. Neither of you got up from the couch first, though. For a while, there was just silence between you. Lewis was the one to break it. "Do you wanna spend the night with me? Not here, I mean, but over at my place." he asked lowly. You felt your mouth go dry. Scanning his eyes, you searched for a sign, any hint, to figure out what he meant by that question. But you couldn't find any. His dark eyes were unreadable to you yet again. You openend your mouth, still searching for something to say. Why on earth was this so hard? It was a simple yes or no. Unbeknownst to you, though, the right moment to give him an answer had passed - you had stayed silent for too long. "I'm sorry, it was a stupid question. Forget about it." Lewis said dismissively and looked away. He stood up from the couch and lifted you up with him, then putting you on your feet, as you stayed mute still. His face revealed no sign of emotion, no disappointment, no shame, nothing. You felt so perplexed right now, not really sure what to say. "...See you tomorrow, yeah? Don't stay up for too long." you mumbled eventually and kissed his cheek. He returned a little smile. "Sleep well." he said.

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The smell of gasoline and hot rubber lingered in the air of Spa on this Saturday morning. There were a few clouds here and there, but the spots of blue sky and sun promised a rather beautiful day. Lewis watched the usual Qualifying preparations unfold in the pitlane through the big glass doors in the empty FIA briefing room, right at the track. He had found himself a quiet place to sit and drink his tea, while observing what was going on outside. A couple of Ferrari mechanics were already rushing through the pit lane in the early morning, shouting instructions at each other. Muffled drilling noises from the McLaren garage drowned out a discussion between Lando and his race engineer. In the distance, Max was wildly gesturing with his hands in an animated conversation with Checo. Lewis took another sip and let his gaze wander some more, until you caught his attention. You were sitting in front of your Alpha Tauri, outside of your team's garage, and scribbled some things on a piece of paper with a stern and highly focused look in your eyes - the scene put a smile on Lewis' face. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps tore him out of his thoughts. He turned his head and saw Sebastian stroll into the briefing room. "Hi Seb." Lewis smiled, the other man gave him an acknowledging nod as he closed the door behind himself. He held a coffee and a newspaper in his hands, his typical morning routine. "Do you mind if I drink a cup with you?" his friend asked, already sitting down on the chair across from him. Lewis chuckled. "Of course not. How's it going?" Seb threw a sugar cube into his cup and calmy opened the newspaper. "Oh, you know, it's been alright. A lot of things aren't going the way I want them to with my car, though." he said while scanning some of the headlines. "But I’m used to that already." Lewis nodded. His friend didn't have an easy task at hand at Aston Martin, their cars seemed to have a life of their own, more often than not. "So... how are things with you?" Seb asked and took a sip from his coffee. "Meh, I've had a strange tyre issue in both practice sessions. My car hates the mediums on this track, for some reason. I can't get them to work..." he answered. His friend looked at him pensively for a while, before starting to talk again. "Mhm. I see." Seb mumbled. He turned a couple pages in his newspaper and locked his eyes on the penultimate one. "By the way... have you seen this?" he took out the page and placed it in front of the Mercedes driver. Lewis scanned the page, and a very perplexed look spread across his face. >The Lady and the Champ: What's going on between Sir Lewis Hamilton and the beautiful Rookie?< the headline read. Below, there was a photo of the two of you hugging in front of the Mercedes headquarters. It was dark and low quality, it must've been taken on Thursday night after he had brought you outside. Lewis felt hot anger rise in his chest the longer he skipped through the article. It was some of the most objectifying, sexist bullshit he'd ever read. "What the fuck? This is so ridiculous." he cursed, still focused on the page. "Who wrote this crap? It's disgusting." "Yeah, it is very bad. I can only hope whoever wrote this was fired." Seb said, his eyes locked on Lewis. "It's a rag of a newspaper though, so I wouldn't put too much thought into it." Lewis let out an angry huff. "Maybe instead of publishing imaginary pieces on her sex life, the media should start writing about how she put an Alpha Tauri into third place. And smoked three other cars on the final lap last weekend." Lewis snapped and threw the page out of his sight, he could feel himself getting increasingly pissed off. "They're focusing on all the wrong things." Seb nodded slowly and leaned back in his chair, his lips firmly pressed together. "You might want to stop sleeping with her, then." he said, bluntly. Lewis eyes shot up to his friend's. "...What?" Seb crossed his arms in front of his chest and exhaled sharply. "Are you taking me for an idiot, Lewis? You're not as subtle as you think you are."

Lewis was completely stunned and he couldn't even hide it. He opened his mouth to return something, but nothing came out. How did Seb know about this? Of course, the German driver had always been close to you - you shared the same home country and the same mother tongue. From the beginning, you and Seb had a special connection. You considered him your mentor. But there was no way you'd actually told him about the affair with Lewis. "I- I didn't..." Lewis stuttered, "It was never supposed to become public." he said, feeling his face get hot as if he were a boy, caught in a lie by his mother. Seb shook his head in disbelief and ran a hand over his face. "It wasn't supposed to become public? You should be glad that this was picked up on by the yellow press and not the paddock journalists that could actually fuck you both over with this." He said, the accusatory tone thick in his voice. "And, since you seem to care so much for what the media puts their focus on when it comes to her-" he continued, leaning forward now. "just hypothetically speaking: What do you think that focus is going to be on, once the entire industry has found out that you're having sex with her?" Seb asked, his question carrying an unmistakably stern tone. The atmosphere in the room began to shift, Seb's words turned harsher the more he spoke. Lewis swallowed hard when he realised what the other man was about to get at. "Will people be talking about the fact that she's a talented, young driver, who still needs a bit of fine-tuning, but has some serious potential. Or..." he paused, looking his friend directly in the eyes now, "...the fact that Lewis Hamilton, the most influential man of the sport, has essentially reduced the only woman on the grid to his personal play-thing?" Lewis felt floored. He opened his mouth searching for an answer to Seb's questions, but not a single word came out. His friend's unforgiving glare was piercing through him while he struggled to come up with an explanation, a defense, anything. "Listen," Seb sighed and folded his hands. "She's not only a rookie who hasn't established herself yet. But she's also the first and only female driver we've ever had." he continued. "Are you the slightest bit aware of the consequences this could have for her?" Every word from Sebastian felt like a gut-punch. Lewis kept staring at him like a deer caught in headlights, silently clenching his jaw as it all dawned on him. "You could-" he paused for a second, "no, you are in the process of destroying her integrity, her reputation, and her potential career in the future. All the obstacles she's overcome to prove that she's here on merit, and not because someone pulled some strings for her, or because they thought she'd be nice for the publicity-" "Okay! Okay. Fuck!" Lewis suddenly burst out. "I got it, okay? You're right, you're absolutely right." he snapped, partly at Seb, but mostly at himself. He got up from his chair and took a couple of steps, trying to physically distance himself from the conversation somehow. Seb's brows were still furrowed into a harsh line. "Then take responsibility for what you've done." he said, turning himself towards Lewis. "Look, I'm not trying to act like anyone's parent here. I'm telling you this because you're a good friend of mine, and I care about her future in this sport." he continued and took a deep breath. "You're both adults. But one of you two is supposed to be the more mature and sensible one -" he paused, scanning his friend's eyes intently. "And that person should be you, Lewis." The Mercedes driver pressed his lips into a tight line and turned his head away from Seb, looking towards the glass doors again. You were still sitting in front of your car, now fiddling around with a part of your front wing. What were you trying to do with it? He didn't know.

All of a sudden, a wave of guilt hit Lewis like a train. He couldn't believe he'd let himself get so carried away with you. What if Seb was actually right with everything he'd predicted? How would the industry react? Would it permanently taint your blossoming career? Would it make you lose your sponsors, and then your seat? Lewis didn't know. All he knew is that he didn't want to be the person who ruined your life. He let out a defeated sigh and turned towards his blond friend again. They looked at each other for a moment and Lewis began nodding his head slowly. Seb took one last sip from his coffee while getting up from his chair. He put a hand on Lewis' shoulder and squeezed it once, a sincere expression on his face, before he left the room. Lewis stood in front of the glass doors for a little while longer, watching you mess around with the bits of your front wing - but the smile on his face from earlier long gone.

[doobnnoob-tf2]

here’s a classic scenario- by some form of science/magic (perhaps soldier pissed off merasmus again?) the mercs get body-swapped! who ends up in whose body and how do they react? -🕊🩸

Pyro is the only one spared.  whether it be because they weren’t on the base at the time, or they’re some kinda magical being on their own and spared themselves the world will never know.  they will watch the chaos with glee regardless

Heavy & Engineer

both of them are completely thrown off by the sudden change in size they go through

Engineer doesn’t want to move because he’s big and too afraid of breaking everything and everyone around him

Heavy is just baffled by the fact he’s so tiny now

Engineer spends the rest of the day shuffling around, trying to not move too much and make his way down to the workshop to figure something out that could fix them, but the moment he goes to read anything he realizes just how farsighted Heavy is and has to go find his reading glasses

Heavy insists on getting reading glasses from Medic the moment he can because unlike Engie, he will use them, goes to his room and immediately faces the problem with the fact he now can’t reach anything and has to get a chair to get his stuff off the top shelves

Engineer is amazed by how much easier it is to build things with his brains and Heavy’s strength and would scrap the idea of working on a fix to instead finish some of his other projects

Heavy can barely even lift his guns up onto his table to clean them and gives up and just cleans them on the floor instead, not that he thinks Engie is weak.. but not strong enough to lift his minigun that’s for sure

Engineer probably has the best time outta everyone, cleaning up and organizing his workshop while he has this new body, moving all the tools Sniper snuck in and put on the top shelf back down on his level, and overall just accomplishing a lot that he just wouldn’t be able to without Heavy’s hulking strength

Spy & Scout

Spy is suddenly bustling with energy and feels like everything need to be done RIGHT NOW and he could run a marathon and not be winded after and all he can think is that he feels like he’s going to have a heart attack

Scout immediately starts complaining about his lungs

Scout also says he’s feeling anxious all of the sudden, Spy tells him it’s because he hasn’t had a cigarette in a bit but refuses to let Scout smoke - even if it’s in his own body

Spy has a very hard time sitting still and can’t figure out why, Scout doesn’t even have an answer and suggests he just drinks a Bonk! because “I dunno, sometimes that fixes it” but he absolutely refuses to

everyone assumes Spy would take his chance to fuck around with Scout and call his Ma or go through his things but in reality he’s too busy babysitting his own body to make sure Scout doesn’t do anything - more importantly to make sure he doesn’t try taking the mask off

Scout HATES wearing Spy’s clothes, he’s not allowed to change but he at least takes off the blazer and vest and tie and rolls up the sleeves and unbuttons the top two buttons and - dammit Spy, stop complaining can’t a guy get comfortable?

Scout hates wearing the mask the most but Spy absolutely draws the line at that and won’t even let him lift it up a little

the two of them wind up hanging around each other the most, namely so Spy can monitor Scout

Sniper & Demoman

Demoman is seeing the world in a way he hasn’t in so long, with actual depth perception and clarity!

Sniper however goes to take a step and falls over everything around him and decides to just lay on the floor and not move

Sniper has a hard time walking anywhere without having to hug a wall the whole time out of fear of running into everything

Demoman is annoyed by how often he has to use the bathroom and no, Sniper, he will NOT use the jars.  he doesn’t care whose body he’s in, he’ll use the bathroom like a normal person

Demoman has Sniper show him how to use his rifle since he has two eyes now and can do things like that, quickly realizing how hard it is to aim when you’re so used to using explosives and close enough really is enough

Sniper tries to use his rifle once and accidentally shoots one of the others who was nowhere near the target and everyone discovers that, no, respawning doesn’t fix it

Soldier & Medic

Medic freaks out, thinking he’s gone blind but someone lifts the helmet for him and he’s fine

Soldier loses the glasses in no time and freaks out because he actually is blind now

Medic also goes downstairs to try and work on figuring out how to fix this should Engineer be unsuccessful but as soon as he starts getting his tools out the doves attack him because he’s not Dad and he shouldn’t be touching Dad’s things

Medic tentatively explored the idea of talking Soldier through everything but as soon as he REALLY considered that idea it was dropped

Medic still has to have Soldier come in and feed and clean up after the doves since they won’t let him do it in Soldier’s body

Soldier in turn has Medic come take care of the raccoons who is reluctant but also unwilling to let an animal go uncared for so he does it anyway

also hello, new anon, I’m naming you Archimedes.

[gutenachtliebe]

Warmth of Smissmas Lights

Another small ficlet, not shippy this time. I hope you enjoy! 🌻

Characters/ Pyro, Sniper, Engineer, Scout and Demoman <3

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*Scout and Pyro decorate for Smissmas. And Pyro worries that Sniper is left out of the festivities living in his camper.*

Pyro and Scout had gone about decorating the base in lights and what little festive decorations they could find. The arsonist had also insisted that Engie read The Story of Australian Smissmas to the both of them. The other mercenaries didn’t pay much mind to the youngest mercs and their end of the year shenanigans.

Almost everyone in the base had retired for the night, but Pyro was still a little melancholy and wakeful. He wandered the halls for a while, trying to decide what to do with himself. After several minuets of aimless walking he decided to go outside and get some fresh air. He went out through the main doors and that’s when he spotted Sniper’s truck. He sometimes forgot that Mick slept outside instead of in the base. He looked the truck over as a plan formed in his mind. He quickly dashed back inside and ran to the lounge. He grabbed a strand of multicolored lights and pulled them gently off the wall then ventured to Medic’s laboratory.

He quietly opened the metal door and peered inside. The lab was dark and Medic was nowhere to be seen. The doves quietly rested on various objects in the lab, all softly cooing. None paid Pyro any mind when he quietly slipped inside. He placed the strand of lights on one of the medical tables then crept to the refrigerator and opened it. The BLU Spy’s head blinked several times before his gaze settled on Pyro’s from. His mouth hung open and his cigarette fell out and onto the ashtray beside him. Pyro watched as his eyes grew wide in terror. Pyro tilted his head as he always did and observed the Spy. He had accidentally found him a few months ago when he was bored and decided snooping through Medic’s things was a good idea.

Pyro quietly reached into the refrigerator and gently scooped the head up. The Spy's expression remained fearful as he was lifted into the air. However, his fear slowly subsided when he realized that the arsonist was not interested in him, but rather the battery he was hooked up to. Pyro wiggled some cords and looked over every inch of the device before setting the Spy back into the refrigerator. He picked up the cigarette and put it back in the Spy’s mouth before closing the door. Pyro grabbed the strand of lights then headed toward Engineer’s workshop. This was going to be more difficult, because Engie would most certainly be awake at this hour.

Pyro quietly knocked on the door and waited until he heard Dell’s deep voice answer. Pyro slipped his head in and mumbled a hello and watched as Dell smiled back at him. “Pyro, come on in, what can I do for ya?”

Pyro stepped inside and tried to hide the fact that he was nervous. Instead he tired to move like he normally did and went to stand near Engineer at his desk. Pyro moved his gas mask up over his mouth before speaking. “I need some parts to repair my flamethrower, do you mind if I use some?” Pyro had never asked.

“No problem, help yourself, the tools are over in that corner.” Dell smiled his same warm smile then went back to the blueprints in front of him.

Pyro said a quick thank you before going to the workbench and looking for what he needed. Pyro found the things he was looking for then quickly went to the door. “Thank you!” Pyro said, and waited for Dell to wave back before leaving.

He quickly made his way to his room, turned the lights on and closed the door. His room was made of dark wood, with red and white paint over it. His first flamethrower sat tacked up on the wall near his bed, as well as various drawings and scribbles he has done while in Pyroland. Many tanks of gas sit lined up neatly against the back wall. He goes to his desk, and scoots all the tools, and random objects aside and gets to work. After an hour he has created a battery system, not as big as the one Medic is using to keep the Spy head alive. He encased it to eliminated any chance of electrocution, and even made a nice switch to click the lights on and off. The contraption was far from pretty, but it would work for it’s intended purpose.

Pyro had finished just in time for Sniper to come inside for coffee. Pyro made sure to avoid him on his way back outside. Once he was sure that Sniper was not up on the balcony he quietly slipped into his truck. The camper was small, cramped and a little messy, but otherwise clean.

Pyro strung the lights on the wall above Sniper's bed and sat the battery back down on a table nearby and flipped the switch. The lights came on filling the camper with warmth. Pyro smiled to himself, happy that he was able to do this in such a short amount of time. He searched through the camper until he came across a blank piece of paper and a pen. He scribbled his note then quickly made a hasty exit.

He passed Sniper on the way back into the base and greeted him with a tired mumble and a wave. Sniper tipped his hat to him then made his way to his camper.

Sniper opened the door and climbed the steps then froze. He stared in disbelief at the colorful lights, hanging above his bed. He thought maybe it was a joke and looked around outside but saw no one. He spotted the note tacked to the side of the battery. He climbed the rest of the way into the camper and cautious took the note from the battery.

The note was written in scribbled hand writing that he instantly recognized as Pyro, cause there were little flowers and unicorns also scribbled on the sides of the pages. “I thought you would like some lights. Me and Scout decorated the base, but you sleep out here. I hope you don’t mind, if you don’t, I’ll take them down for you. Oh and don’t worry about the battery, I tested it myself, it is perfectly safe.”

Sniper was unsure just how safe the battery was considering Pyro had made it. Despite his reservations he reached out and cautiously flicked the switch on and off a few times. Quietly he took his boots off and slipped into a simple pair of boxers and a white shirt. He set his glasses down on the table next to the battery before crawling into bed.

He lay there for a few minuets, looking at how the light cast new shadows on everything. The light was warm and made the camper seem more inviting and less dark. Sniper smiled to himself and closed his eyes.

The next morning Pyro woke up at his usual time, only tired. He shuffled his way to the kitchen, hoping that someone left something to eat, since he didn’t have the will to make anything. Maybe he could get Engie to make him some toast. Scout and Demoman were already there, sitting down at the table. Scout had a large plate of food, while Demoman had a simple bowl of oatmeal and a big cup of coffee.

Scout smiled at Pyro as he came in and Tavish merely grunted, his batteries not fully working yet.

“You doin’ okay there mumbles?” Scout asked before shoving a piece of bacon into his mouth.

Pyro mumbled quietly and shook his head yes, then sat down next to Scout. Everyone looked up when Sniper came over carrying a large plate of pancakes. He sat them down in front of Pyro, as well as a bottle of syrup, smiled down at Pyro before quietly leaving the dinning room.

Scout and Demoman both turned and looked at Pyro in shock. Pyro clapped his hands happily together like he always did. He poured an obscene amount of syrup onto the pancakes, grabbed a fork and dug in.

“What was dat all about?” Scout said gesturing in the direction the Australian had gone.

Pyro swallowed and mumbled his reply, no words actually getting past his gas mask. Pyroland was strong today, and the dinning room was already awash in bright pastel colours. Tavish and Scout’s voices were higher, as though they had sucked on helium. Tavish and Scout took the mumble as a sign that they weren’t going to get any answers out of him this morning and left him alone to enjoy his pancakes.

[henlex]

Woosan Charts & Synastry

Okay first thoughts: omfg sun and moon😭🤝 Wooyoung flirty af tracks. San's stage presence demon tracks. Dont get in a fight with San...but also dont get in a fight with Wooyoung??? They'll both fight until they win so idk how that works😂😂

Basic chart compatibility

Suns: San's Cancer sun is inherently scares off by the changeable nature of sagittarius because he needs stability and security (even more so with his moon♡) Fire and water is an interesting combo that isnt really ideal unless the rest of their chart is more compatible.

Moons: taurus: calm, secure, really stable aura, very loyal and realiable. LOVES comfort, can be slow. Cancer: soft😭 very emotional, sentimental, they cling to things, they really crave security. This pair is genuinely perfect. Sans is the exact security Woo needs and taurus moons are cuddly mfs so it's really sweet. Woo probably goes to him for support a lot or if he's having a hard time cuz he'd really feel like home.

Mercury: well. Scorpio and Leo really dont go well together 😂 they're really strong. But Woo is very curious and loves to learn but mostly to learn how and why things happen and get to the bottom of things. These are the people that will Facebook stalk their exes😂 They really love to know everything, but they tend to keep this info to themselves until it's useful. San could come off as a know-it-all which is when problems could occur. But they tend to speak with authority and win you over with warmth. They really need a creative outlet. But they're both very attached to their ideals which could cause trouble if they differ

Venus: So basically San is a dramatic mf. Leo's love Love. He really wants to feel special and basically need attention. They'll really show off to their crush and have big shows of their affections. Very loyal but can be a bit possessive (every time he glares when Woo flirts with someone makes a lot of sense😂) Wooyoung-big flirt. Libras love equality and theyll do the most to make a relationship work. They can be incredibly charming and idealistic. They love to share everything.

Mars: San is scorpio. Ofc he is. That's the demon stage presence for sure. Anyway so possessive....they like breaking taboos. They want power....yk dom Woo is Cap which is pretty chill/ level headed. Even when mad they keep their cool surface. Very goal oriented. Attracted to someone with experience, and they need loyalty. Personally I think they're really compatible because scorps are loyal af

SAN ( 10th July 1999 )

sun:cancer • moon:taurus • mercury:leo

venus:leo • mars:scorpio

WOOYOUNG ( 26th November 1999 )

sun:sagittarius • moon:cancer • mercury:scorpio •venus:libra • mars:capricorn

Synastry

So synastry is the way the planets in two people's birth charts interact. These create a kind of energetic pull towards each other. Since we dont have their birth times I cant get super in depth.

Moon Conjunct Sun (Cancer): "this is a classic soulmate pairing" 💕 There's a deep understanding of each other. San will be a bit more energetic and active (like how he's always vocally advocated for Woo) while Wooyoung will be more supportive and soft. They really understand the other without having to say a word (my best friend and I have this and it's incredibly comfortable and can look like you're speaking another language to outsiders😂) they know exactly what the other needs as their emotional expressions are the same. Typically the Sun leads while the Moon is soft and stable.

Mars Conjunct Scorpio (Scorpio): Draw to debate and intense conversation. Can turn to arguments tho (and with their mercuries being scorp and leo idk how that would go because they're so intense and dont like losing an argument. But with the sun/moon synastry I think their understanding of each other would let them know it's not malicious or theyd know when theyd crossed a line) But this can also be playful and funny.

Moon Opposition Merc (taur/scorp): Really great conversations. Very easily reveal things to the other and basically pour their heart out. They really confide in the other. But they could also just talk about anything for hours.

Note: Them both having moon aspects is just beautiful. Your moon is like who you are at your core, when there's no one else around it's how you are. So they really just always felt seen by the other. Probably that effortless feeling like you'd known each other your whole lives even though you met yesterday 💖 They really have the deep understanding of the other, as well as effortless communication. It must've just felt so easy from the very start. Yes I am sappy, grab the tissues

Sun Opposition Mars (cancer/cap): HAHA👀☠ "a strong indicator of sexual attraction" so ya.... Anyway attraction from the jump uh💆🏼‍♀️ Okay but this could lead to a power struggle between them. It could be that they need different things at different times, like one needs space while the other is clingy (but let's be real they're both clingy mfs 😂).....very passionate. Anyway it basically means they need good communication to make it work, which I've already shown they have so 🤷🏼‍♀️