#Like that is the basis of his attraction even if he doesn't have the language to describe it
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After Each Midnight Begins A New Day
Extra #13b - 'Technically A Cutsleeve?' (Mo Xuanyu and Lan Jingyi)
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Jingyi stares up at the shadowed ceiling of his guest quarters and Thinks.
It isn’t unheard of for him to be unable to sleep despite it being well past hai shi - it happens every so often that his mind won’t quit running itself in circles even if he’s physically tired, and he’s even got special permission in Cloud Recesses to be up and about at any time of night (so long as he keeps quiet and doesn’t disturb others’ sleep with his restless wandering). But this isn’t Cloud Recesses, and though it seems like Lanling city far beneath the tower never sleeps, he still doesn’t think anyone here in Jinlintai would take kindly to him pacing around the halls in the dead of night.
So he stays put in his bed, and he thinks about Mo Xuanyu.
Throughout Jingyi’s (relatively sheltered) life, he’s had no shortage of examples of relationships to look up to and help him attempt to decide what he might, hypothetically speaking, want for himself and his own future. His parents, from what he can remember, were very much in love. He hopes they still are, he hopes they’re still alive and cultivating together on the back mountain like they’d left him behind to do shortly after he’d turned five. He dimly remembers watching his mother kiss the top of his father’s head any time he was seated at the table in their home, and the way his father would always smile back at her, or pour her tea, or fetch her her favorite books down from the shelf just to read them to her himself. He’s always loved to think of them like that, happy and sweet.
He’s seen Hanguang-Jun and Wei-qianbei over the years - what he privately thinks of as a ‘traditional’ cutsleeve relationship, if one can really call it that. Cutsleeve pairs weren’t unheard of before Hanguang-Jun and Wei-qianbei fell in love, but the practice wasn’t exactly in fashion either. But then, so the story goes, they’d wanted to marry as young children, and Jiang-zongzhu had humored his ward and thought little of it, seeing as cutsleeve pairs had been (relatively) common in Lotus Pier. The Jiang don’t seem to bother making much of a distinction between relationships between men and women and those between cutsleeves, and Grandmaster Lan, who’d been acting sect leader at the time, had allowed it for reasons everyone can only guess at. Jingyi has always thought that was romantic too, the way Hanguang-Jun and Wei-qianbei had fallen for each other so young and in the course of pursuing each other had changed the very culture around romantic relationships in the Cloud Recesses - after all, if Hanguang-Jun is allowed and encouraged to have a husband, why can’t others be cutsleeves as well?
And then of course there’s Zewu-Jun, Lianfang-Zun, and Chifeng-Zun. Jingyi’s mind still boggles a little sometimes if he thinks too hard about how that works, but he knows better than to try to ask anyone his questions. It’s not something he could ever imagine for himself anyway - with men or women - so he supposes it doesn’t matter.
The point is - Jingyi has seen cutsleeve relationships of all sorts over the years in his own sect and in others, and he’s never once felt that it’s right for him. He’s never seen a man, no matter how handsome, and felt the same sort of fluttering, shivery anticipation he feels sometimes for pretty women. It’s a sensation that he’s been heartily reassured is attraction and therefore he should closely monitor it to ensure he doesn’t allow it to become a distraction from his cultivation.
What he’s never felt able to confess to another living soul, though, is that in the last couple years or so he’s grown afraid that he’ll never meet someone he truly wants to settle down with. He’s met pretty women and they’re fun to flirt with in passing in the same way that he likes making anyone laugh and feel happy. How is he supposed to pursue something as fleeting as that and turn it into a lifelong partnership, even if he’s definitely attracted to them physically?
He hadn’t known until today that someone like Mo Xuanyu could even exist, and it’s making him feel as if everything he’d thought about himself, everything he’s been afraid of, is pointless. He can understand, in abstract, the appeal of a cutsleeve relationship. He’s comfortable around men, he knows how to talk to men, how to behave with them. He’s also comfortable enough around women, though he knows he has to behave differently, talk differently. As Gusu Lan’s head disciple as a boy - and now as a skilled full cultivator of a Great Sect in his adulthood - his interactions with women always feel so…loaded. It’s difficult to feel as if he can truly become friends with any women not in his sect, and he’s already decided that he isn’t interested in any of the eligible Lan women his age.
He’s thought plenty of times before that things would be so much easier if he were attracted to men, if he could marry someone who had been easy and comfortable to befriend, if they could go forward through life as friendly companions and never have to bother with flirting and courting and dating and all that mess. But at the same time - he wants to court someone. He likes flirting, and who could ever say that they don’t enjoy a pretty face? It would just be nice if those things could fit nicely together - all the ease and comfort of a man, and the beauty of an elegant woman.
Someone like Mo Xuanyu.
Jingyi groans to himself and covers his face with both hands as if that could help his mind stop turning itself in anxious circles like a dog snapping at its own tail. He’s heard plenty about Mo Xuanyu over the years of being Jin Ling’s friend, of course, but somehow his friend had neglected to mention that his uncle is so beautiful there must be reams of poetry written about him somewhere if there’s any justice in the world at all. He’d never once told them that Mo Xuanyu dresses and moves like any wealthy woman of the gentry, but that he still seems perfectly comfortable and natural in the company of men without any of the distance of propriety Jingyi’s so used to with women. It’s maddeningly attractive in a way Jingyi has never felt before, and he suddenly understands why he’s been warned not to let physical desire run away from him.
Which, of course, begs the question - is he even allowed to be attracted to Mo Xuanyu? Jingyi isn’t a nobody, necessarily, but he’s realistic about his position in life. He’s lucky enough to have made friends with three sect heirs who truly respect him and see him as an equal, but that doesn’t really mean much as far as the rest of cultivation society is concerned. Jingyi is, for all intents and purposes, an orphan. He’s closely enough related to the main branch of the family to be a reluctant consideration for sect heir in the absence of literally anyone else better born for it, but Lan Xiafeng will probably step up to take the position soon unless Zewu-Jun and his husbands find a child to adopt and name as heir. Jingyi was the head disciple while he was still a student disciple, but now that he’s a fully-fledged senior cultivator that distinction doesn’t really matter anymore. He’s just…a Lan. One of many. And Mo Xuanyu is not only a direct member of a powerful and wealthy gentry family, he’s also technically of the older generation. He may be the very youngest of it, and Jingyi one of the oldest of his generation, but that line is still there. Jin Ling still calls him ‘shushu’ and is expected to show him the proper filial respect, whether he actually does or not. How could Jingyi ever hope to bridge that divide while keeping Mo Xuanyu’s reputation intact and not causing offense?
Besides - Mo Xuanyu is Jin Ling’s uncle. There must be some kind of unspoken rule about that, not courting your best friend’s unfairly beautiful uncle, and Jingyi doesn’t want to find out for sure that it exists by upsetting the balance of their little foursome with an inappropriate crush.
Jingyi flips over onto his stomach to bury his face in his pillow and groan again. It’s too hot in Lanling and he feels stifled under his blanket, his trousers and shirt are all twisted up around him now from his restless stirring, and his mind is still running incessantly, so in the interest of not going insane he shoves himself up out of bed to give into the inevitable and start pacing.
Moving helps him focus his thoughts a bit more, but it doesn’t help him stop thinking about Mo Xuanyu, or about what this might mean as to how he’s understood himself these last few years - nor does it help him sleep. He changes his clothes at dawn and forces himself to stick to the schedule ingrained in him over the course of his entire life. His golden core is more than strong enough to push through a bit of exhaustion from one sleepless night, so he meditates and prepares for the day as well as he can with his mind still hounding on the same exact things he’s been obsessing over all night long.
He goes to breakfast still feeling distinctly unsettled, and any hope he might have had of hiding it promptly flies out the window when he arrives for two reasons he can’t even be annoyed with.
Sizhui takes one look at him and frowns softly, obviously concerned. Their guest quarters share a wall, and it’s unlikely that a cultivator as keen as him hadn’t heard the way Jingyi was up pacing all night long even though he’d tried to keep quiet.
Mo Xuanyu smiles sweetly up at him from where he’s kneeling with little Jin Ye in his lap to cajole her into eating her breakfast and Lan Jingyi is absolutely certain that none of his questions about what all this means actually matter - which in turn leaves him hopelessly defenseless against trying not to look absolutely gobsmacked by his attraction to this impossible man.
“Are you alright?” Sizhui asks when Jingyi sits down beside him and he brushes it off with a smile and a jostle of their elbows, some joke he doesn’t bother to think too hard about already on his lips. That’s easier; it’s like when he was a kid and he never knew how to answer questions in class, or when adults would ask him what he thought he was doing with a punishment already in mind. Jokes are safe and they make people happy, he’s good at using them to deflect attention away from himself, he doesn’t even have to think about it anymore. Which is good considering Jingyi feels like he’s one more happy glance from Mo Xuanyu away from blurting out that he’s already picturing a future together despite his sleepless night spent trying to convince himself not to fall for him just yet just yet.
(Oops.)
Jingyi eats as quickly as is polite and makes his escape the moment Sizhui looks like he’s done as well, which means that it’s only a matter of minutes before they’re safely on their own in the gardens where Sizhui pins him with that damn look of his that’s kind and understanding but also leaves no room at all to successfully bullshit him. (Having met Wen Qing a couple of times now, Lan Jingyi knows exactly who he learned it from, though her version is usually not gentle at all.)
“If I apologize for keeping you up with my pacing will that be enough to get me out of this conversation?” he asks somewhat desperately. Sizhui’s smile just widens and he tips his head a little to the side in a gesture that’s all Wen Qionglin.
“It doesn’t, but thank you, it only woke me up briefly and I was able to go back to sleep when I was sure you weren’t leaving to go off on your own somewhere to get into trouble.”
“Where would I have gone to get myself in trouble?”
“Out of all of us you’re the most upset with Jin Ling for how he treated Mo-gongzi. I thought you might want to go punish him yourself.”
“Well that brat needs someone willing to smack some manners into him,” Jingi grumbles and crosses his arms tightly over his chest. “I’m happy to take on such a sacred duty for the good of all mankind - hey!”
Sizhui pockets his needles again calmly when Jingyi yelps and jerks away from him, the implicit threat startling a laugh out of him even as he escapes out of reach. If only Sizhui would do that in front of people who think he’s purely sweet and not at all a little shit under that polite exterior, but alas, he plays his cards too well to ever get caught being the absolute gremlin he is.
Jingyi’s distraction tactic has thankfully done its job, though, and before Sizhui can insist on him spilling what’s on his mind he hears Zizhen calling out from behind them, Jin Ling hot on his heels, and the chance to corner him is thankfully cut short for the time being. Safe for now, but he’s savvy enough to know that he’ll have to get more and more creative if he’s going to manage it again.
The presence of all three of his friends is a decent distraction for most of the morning, the only problem is that apparently Mo Xuanyu had been really good at hiding before, and now that he’s not bothering to hide anymore he’s everywhere. Over the course of the morning Jingyi spots him no less than six times, though always at a distance and simply in passing as the man goes about his beautiful business.
And then disaster strikes at the afternoon meal.
“Mo-gongzi,” Sizhui starts with an innocent little smile. “You mentioned before that it might be possible to persuade you to come spar with us if we ask at the right time - could I persuade you today?”
Jingyi feels flushed from head to toe at the laughing, sly look Mo Xuanyu sends Sizhui, who’s still smiling peacefully like he isn’t a monster out to kill Jingyi specifically. “Wen-gongzi, you flatter this humble one,” Mo Xuanyu teases with a little half-bow accompanied by the quiet tinkling of the chains dangling from his hair pins, the pair of jade bracelets on his wrist clacking ever so slightly as he reaches for his cup to toast Sizhui. “I’d be happy to join you, I’m not needed anywhere else.
Jingyi risks a glance over at Jin Ling and can’t help but think that it’s good it had been Sizhui to bring it up - he’s pretty sure Jin Ling would have outright murdered anyone else for trying if he didn’t die of embarrassment first. Something hot and protective takes ugly root in Jingyi’s chest at the sight of his friend’s grimace, and his irritation with him for being so awful to his uncle creeps back up to the surface, not so easily pushed down again this time like he’s been trying to do since yesterday.
What’s he so embarrassed about anyway? Jin Ling has described some of Mo Xuanyu’s wilder stunts to them before, but they hadn’t been anything that Jingyi himself wouldn’t think up if given the same choices, so it can’t really be that. He wonders abruptly if it has to do with the way Mo Xuanyu dresses, the way Zizhen had mistaken him for a woman when they’d bumped into him in the gardens the day before, and if that’s the case then Jingyi really is going to run him around the practice ring a few extra times to give him a nice set of bruises. He’d do it even if he hadn’t already developed a rather unfortunate crush; as someone who’s never really fit in with the family he was born into, he finds it especially difficult to tolerate seeing others shamed for the same thing.
“Your uncle’s cool,” Jingyi tells Jin Ling at the first available opportunity once they’ve finished eating. They aren’t planning to spar for a little longer yet so they’re wandering the gardens again, this time skirting around a lotus pond under an arched bridge in the family quarters, and Jin Ling turns to glare at him suspiciously.
“Which one?”
Jingyi doesn’t bother trying not to roll his eyes. “Which one do you think? Mo Xuanyu. I bumped into him last night on my way back to the guest quarters so he walked me back, and Sizhui got him to hang out with us for a while. He’s nice, I like him. So do Zizhen and Sizhui.”
“You - what?!”
Jingyi stops walking and turns to face Jin Ling, his smile slipping just a little in the face of his friend’s baffled spluttering. “We invited him to spend some time with us last night after dinner, and we were lucky enough that he agreed. He’s nice, A-Ling. Don’t keep him away from us anymore, alright?”
Jingyi claps Jin Ling on the shoulder once, just shy of too hard to be entirely friendly, before he turns and runs up to where Sizhui and Zizhen are walking ahead of them to sling his arms around their shoulders and jostle them into wrestling him off them, all three of them laughing even as Jin Ling recovers enough to snap at them to cut it out.
#the untamed fanfic#Technically A Cutsleeve?#Mo Xuanyu#Lan Jingyi#Lan Jingyi/Mo Xuanyu#Nonbinary Mo Xuanyu#Junior Quartet#Jingyi is specifically attracted to gender fuckery#Like that is the basis of his attraction even if he doesn't have the language to describe it#He wants masculinity and femininity in one person but had no idea until he was confronted by someone who can offer that#and suddenly he's like 'oh this is why Lans love Like That okay I get it' lol#Also Black Sheep Un-Lanest-Lan Jingyi doesn't know what it's like to struggle with his gender but he does know what it's like#to be eccentric and weird by your family's standards and struggle to feel accepted for who he is so he's particularly sensitive#to Jin Ling's behavior about all of this
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kaaatttt 😭😭😭 i need some satoru headcanons to heal my soul... what is he like as a bf??
ask and you shall receive my love (writing this to heal my soul)
content: modern AU, fluff, nsfw headcanons at the end
SFW
“mmm..i think i deserve a little treat right now.”
except he says that at least 5 times a day and you will also be given a little treat. he does not care if you don’t want to eat kikufuku right now, you will be accompanying him to get some.
speaking of, this man is basically eating 24/7. if gojo leaves your side for any reason while you guys are home, just know he is scavenging the kitchen for scraps like the raccoon he is.
food is one of satoru’s main love languages. there’s something oddly satisfying and strangely warm about his loved ones eating and sharing a meal together, even if they tend to make him the butt of the joke in every single dinner conversation.
will force you to become a sanrio girly idc (if you aren’t one already)
“babe, look!” "satoru, we have enough cinnamoroll plushies at home." "so you hate me then?"
the type to pick you up and spin you around whenever you two hug. he’ll spin and spin until both of you are dizzy and crash onto the couch.
attention whore. also just a whore in general but mostly a whore for (your) attention. will absolutely do the MOST to make sure your eyes are on him— i’m talking about poking your cheek, locking your phone if you’re scrolling through tiktok next to him, and it doesn’t even take much for him to start begging. he’s a loser like that.
scarily in tune with you. satoru is a lot more emotionally intelligent than he likes to let on around others, but he picks up on a lot of things. both of you are at a function and he can take one look at you and know that it's time to pack it up and go home.
is very sentimental about the things you give him/the things you two do together. before you started dating, satoru wasn't really one to collect tiny trinkets or keep ticket stubs because he thought they were just a waste of space. after you two got together, he started keeping virtually everything in a little box hidden in his closet. he realized that it's nice to give sentimental value to the little things, because then the memories associated with them live on in something physical.
he just... can't keep his hands to himself LOL. and like not even in a sexual manner either (sometimes), he just naturally gravitates towards you and is almost always touching you somehow— hand fiddling with your jewelry or hair, arm around your shoulder when you're sitting, arm around your waist when you're standing, playing footsies, whatever.
this man is painfully in love with you, and he makes it everyone's (mostly nanami's) problem. manages to bring you up in every single conversation with a lovesick grin on his face.
you will rarely ever hear satoru address you by your actual name. it will always be some variation of baby, babe, sweetheart, love, etc. uses snookums, cupcake, sweet cheeks, cinnamon sugar roll, my little sausage mcgriddle <3 on a rotating basis to annoy you
NSFW
you know those couples that just have this pent up sexual tension between them for no reason? like y’all could just be looking at each other but to everyone else it feels like you two are just eyefucking 😭 that’s you and gojo
no matter how long you guys have been together for, that spark between you just doesn't go away. people can see the immense physical attraction between you two.
is somewhat of an exhibitionist LMAO. he literally gets horny at the worst times and will drag you to the nearest supply closet, even if it means breaking the door in the process. who knows, maybe his real kink is vandalism
enjoys when you put up a bit of a fight/act like a brat. it makes putting you in your place so much sweeter.
very vocal— talking, moaning, whimpering. he sounds very pretty. he's extremely receptive to your touch so simply rubbing your hand along the bulge in his jeans has him moaning like a pornstar.
say it with me: satoru gojo is a pussy👏🏻pleaser👏🏻!
really likes going down on you. he thinks he could stay in between your thighs forever if you'd let him.
nasty. will cum inside you and clean it up with his tongue.
oscillates between wanting to overstimulate you and deny you. sometimes he does both. the way you get this hazy look in your eye and become so pliant, so needy for him gets him going.
he gets strangely possessive during sex. maybe it's a way for him to affirm that you really do love him and find him attractive.
"i'm the only one that can fuck you like this, right? make you feel this good?"
is a fan of snacks during aftercare LOL. you could have just had the most wild sex of your life, with the two of you panting as you lie in bed before satoru rolls over and opens his nightstand drawer and pulls out a pack of oreos before shoving one into your mouth
Some of these aren't even bf headcanons they're just how I think he'd be LMFAO
#i have a lot more but i'll stop#gojo headcanons#jjk headcanons#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojo headcanons#gojo x reader#jjk x reader#satoru x reader#kat's writing#kat’s demon time
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Juke Jeudi Jinhaeng Jung
Look at that alliteration. did i use google translate until i found a language that had a translation of “in progress” that started with a ‘j’? yes. was it happenstance that it was korean, the language of all the k-dramas Imène has been coercing me to watch, to be the first i found? also, yes. anyway. i just wanted to post something that might motivate me to continue working on it so here we are.
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"The train will arrive momentarily. Please stay behind the yellow line until it comes to a complete stop."
Julie doesn't even glance up from her phone as she hears the train's rumbling approach bouncing off the tunnel wall, the brakes screeching as they engage. Stale air ruffles her hair as it bursts from the tunnel and comes to a stop at the platform. When she hears the hiss of the doors sliding open, she finally puts her phone away and waits for passengers to disembark before she makes her way into the third car from the end.
It's always the third to last car. The front cars fill quick with people too lazy to walk further along the platform, tired from their days, or maybe they just really like standing too close to people. The last car is also out. Something about the extremes, if you can't be in the front, go to the back. Or maybe the social ladder rules from primary school have too strong a hold on them. Cool kids are at the back. The back of the bus. The back of the classroom. The back of the train. Doesn't really matter, the point is that it's full too. Julie's not judging, but she sure as hell isn't joining them when the third car from the back has space to at least pretend you have a personal bubble.
Seeing an empty seat on the bench in the middle, she sits down, slipping her second earbud into her ear. It's going to be 25 minutes before she arrives at her station. She might as well use that time for her music. Moving to her personal discography, she presses play before pulling out her half size notebook. She turns the pages until she comes to a blank one. This particular melody had assaulted her last week and while she had managed to flesh out the chords over the weekend, creating a solid basis to start with, the words haven't come yet. So, she will listen to it on repeat for the remainder of her commute and see what the music tells her it's to be about. Thankfully, this isn't Julie's usual writing process. It's much more likely for her to have the words first and the melody comes days, weeks, or even years later. Only occasionally will the words will come holding hands with the melody from the get go. No, melody first isn't her usual. But these songs tend to be more satisfying to complete. Figuring out what they are about is like befriending someone's pet at a party. It's shy, but with patience and gentle coaxing, you will be rewarded.
Two stops later, Julie's eyes stray from the notebook up to the doors. She watches for him. She doesn't know his name, but he started sharing a commute with her about a month ago. He always gets on two stops after her. He also has a preference for the third car from the back. And he's hot. Look, It's not like Julie is constantly rating her fellow commuter's attractiveness. The loud colored beanies he wears over his shaggy brown hair, and the ridiculous cut-off shirts displaying very toned arms, along with a soft covered guitar slung across his back, just kind of...snags a girl's attention. But Julie got over that pretty quick. No, the reason she watches for him each day has nothing to do with his being "eye candy", as Flynn would call him, but because of his shirts. It's like he has an infinite number of cut-off shirts each with a more ridiculous band name than the last. Julie likes to play a game and guess the genre before googling them. She has perfected the art of looking while not looking like she's looking. Oof. That was a sentence.
The doors slide shut with a small rattle she can just barely hear over the piano notes in her ears. Huh. He must not be here today. Julie focuses back down on her notebook page. It's still pretty bare, only a few shorthand notes about changing a progression here and holding a chord a beat longer there. The song starts over just as the rhythmic sounds of the train on the tracks gets louder, someone moving from the car ahead to this one. Looking up, hazel eyes lock with hers. It's him. He's carrying a paper grocery bag in one arm, his guitar slung across his back like usual. And hanging of his right arm is a small elderly woman, slowly shuffling forward. The man is the only thing keeping her upright as the car sways back and forth. The corners of his mouth lift before his gaze drops down to the woman he's helping, saying something to her as he guides her to the empty bench at the front of the car. The magic of third car from the back. It rarely ever disappoints. Once she is sitting, he sets the grocery bag down next to her, then he grabs onto the handhold right next to her. They continue to converse, and Julie doesn't realize she is staring until he glances over and they make eye contact again. Flushing, she directs her head to look down once more. Her eyes followed a half beat behind, so she could glimpse his shirt for the day.
My Goose Has a Knife
Julie barely contains a snort. It's probably some alternative band. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she navigates to google. A youtube channel is one of the top results. It's a local Folk Metal band. Oh wow! They have a hurdy gurdy! Pausing her music, she watches their top videos for the remainder of her ride. She quickly packs her notebook away and removes an earbud when she feels the brakes begin to engage, and she stands up as the tunnel wall outside the windows is exchanged for bright lights and the bustle of people. Calves engage as the train comes to a stop, holding her balance, and Julie chances one last glimpse at him. His easy smile as he comfortably stands there talking to the woman makes her heart skip, just for a moment, before she exits the train and begins the walk home to her apartment.
#happy juke jeudi!#my writing#Joolee attempts writing#it's a work in progress#i should probably tag more but laaaaaazy.#also i'm going a bit late on my lunch break lol#juke#jukebox
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How do you think Rivusa overcame the awkward stage for physical touch, like how they become so comfortable with each other, at what each of them prefer to do?
Oh, thank you for this lovely question and sorry for taking so long to reply (haven't noticed the ask at first).
Hmm, let's go to the first canon moments of them actually touching each other because each such moment can be considered a small milestone in them getting more and more comfortable with their company. I guess the very first one is Riven carrying (!) Musa when they all encounter a monster at Alfea in S1, back then there isn't that much of romantic tension between them yet since they met only recently. Even though they already have their eyes on each other, it isn't such a big deal for them, or at least for Riven. Still, you could say it was a certain ice breaker in touch.
Next, we have Musa clinging to Riven's chest in S2, and Riven has no idea how to respond to it, since it's something out of his comfort zone, but he still tries to awkwardly embrace her. Later this season, Musa puts her hand on his shoulder when they spy on Trix, and it's when Musa shows that she trusts him (which in turn gives her a Charmix upgrade). Later, Riven grabs her hand and pulls her into a hideaway. And finally we have the ending episodes of S2, when this time Riven pulls Musa into a sudden hug which speaks volumes because he finally musters courage to say that she matters to him, and some time later Riven shields Musa against a spell. While sobbing and holding him, Musa expresses her gratitude and feelings for him with an emotional kiss, which is their first one.
After that touch comes much more natural for them, partly because they are now dating. But with the small steps mentioned above they realize they both value touch as a love language. From what I see in the canon, Riven becomes more confident about initiating touch. As for how I headcanon things later, I can see them slowly lowering each other's walls, which leds to longer hugs, cuddling, and then actual intercourse. They may not seem like it, but they do like holding hands. I guess the reasons for touch being one of their primary love languages are different for each of them; Musa craves physical intimacy in general, but she also desperately wants someone to fill the void she has felt for years after losing her mother who offered her much more powerful parental touch than her father ever did, whereas Riven sees touch as something substantial and meaningful. For a hands-on person like Riven, touch is a channel to display his emotional side, and for Musa it provides warmth and security she was lacking. There might also be a different layer of meaning in it: touch doesn't need speaking, which makes it attractive for Riven who has trouble expressing his feelings vocally, and silence which accompanies touch can be a stepping-stone from all the noise and sound overstimulation Musa experiences on the daily basis. I like to think they have no-talking cuddling-snuggling sessions in private during which they recharge their batteries and just enjoy their safe spaces.
As for what they like to do, Riven embraces Musa casually even in public, and she gladly reciprocates it, but neither of them is into intense public display of affection. When they're alone, apart from snuggling, Musa likes to run her fingers against Riven's face, hair, and chest, while Riven often caresses her waist and plays with her hair, however long is it. When he wants to kiss her, he usually grabs her by the chin.
Drop your headcanons in the comments!
#winx musa#winx riven#winx club#winx couple#rivusa#winx rivusa#rivusa headcanon#winx headcanons#ask skylar
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OMG, I just looked at a couple of gifs... And it dawned on me!!! In psychology, there is a concept - "psychological defenses" - that is, these are not conscious defenses that our psyche uses to survive any traumatic situations... I just love the topic of defense mechanisms, because thanks to them you can really understand what kind of injuries were in your childhood and how it affects your behavior now. I love this topic because I just had an incredible sight when I went through all the defense mechanisms and analyzed in relation to me.
So I see Derek's behavior as a defense mechanism - reaction formation. Derek uses it a lot with Stiles, especially in seasons 1-3 (although not only with him, but I'm going to focus on those two). What is the purpose of this defense mechanism? This mechanism is literally the epitome of the genre: "love/hate". With this type of defense mechanism, a person replaces some of his emotions with others, OPPOSITE to the original ones. That is, if a person loves, then he begins to show aggressive behavior or hatred (this is demonstrated in order to hide inner interest). This is the very situation when a person does unpleasant, annoying things in order to attract attention to himself, thereby showing his interest and love, through aggression and annoying behavior, etc. because of the fear of rejection (this may reflect falling in love and interest. BUT NOT ALWAYS!!! If someone harms you, this does not mean that he is just in love with you, sometimes harm is a reflection of cruelty and only cruelty).
So, come to think of it, Derek really doesn't want Stiles to touch him? After all, he was literally the first to violate Stiles' personal space by infiltrating him in aggressive ways. Derek clearly has problems expressing emotions (yes, non-verbal monologues and a special "eyebrow language" do not count! The bottom line is that Derek does not talk about his emotional state with others at all, the question of his emotional state is often hidden from others). If you take into account the problems with expressing their feelings, trying to survive everything alone (on their own), frequent (relatively) changing partners and generally changing their place of residence, repeating an unsuccessful relationship script, death of loved ones (obviously, Derek is a traumatized kitten. Although in "Teen Wolf" - everyone is traumatized to one degree or another), and therefore Derkk probably developed an avoidant type of attachment, as a result of which he is afraid, very afraid of falling in love, since the fear of betrayal and rejection, rejection of his personality by those he loves, is basis of his personality. Because he blames himself a lot and considers himself insufficiently capable of protecting others, having a high desire to do so, I think he feels "not good enough, talented and capable enough." And he is probably afraid of making mistakes, but at the same time he often jumps to conclusions and strives to quickly fix the problem (and this is ironic).
I think the more Derek felt affection, gratitude, admiration and a desire to protect, to keep safe (not to forget the wine). In terms of being in love, the warmer and safer he felt with Stiles, the scarier it was to get close to him. Because Stiles becomes unbearably significant, so significant that one no, one rejection, a reaction of disgust, and it reflects the unbearable pain inside Derek, it breaks him. Therefore, with big, sincere and deep feelings comes a great fear of being in these relationships, feelings, you want to run away, sometimes even literally on a physical level, from the object of love, which Derek did (leaving). So it seems to me that Derek may well have suffered from "unrequited love" for Stiles, but it is unrequited not because he was rejected, but because he was so afraid of rejection that he never admitted his feelings. And I would like more stories where exactly Derek is internally not confident in himself, his strengths and is afraid of being rejected, but outwardly he shows detachment and coldness, because this looks like his usual behavior (at least for me).
Stiles, by the way, during seasons 1-3 was more confident than Derek and remains (relatively) more balanced compared to Derek, despite all the events, he remains true to himself and is still quite confident in his abilities. That's why I like Stiles Stilinski. And Stiles knows that he has the right to make a mistake, he allows himself to be wrong - and this is a healthy moment of acceptance of himself and his own possibilities. I don't really like it when Stiles is portrayed as an insecure teenager, because he's not, he's actually quite confident in himself.
Derek hates Stiles' Jeep? Oh no, definitely not. He hates that Eli steals that Jeep. Because it doesn't let Derek forget his feelings, but he definitely doesn't hate Stiles' Jeep.
P.S. There are a lot of defense mechanisms, and it takes a lot of time to analyze them all in detail for a character, which I don’t have. But you can read articles about defense mechanisms on your own - it's very interesting and it seems to me that they don't talk much about this in psychology, this is basic knowledge, but in the media space it's not so common, and if you have a sufficiently developed reflection skill, it can become interesting experience for you. And yes, of course, I chose a defense mechanism that was in favor of Sterek and could confirm the love format of their relationship. In fact, of course, there was a moment of distrust on Derek's part and his fear of betrayal by others, so he chose an aggressive model of behavior towards a person (but he still violated Stiles' personal space, so the possibility of unconscious attraction cannot be denied). I do not pretend to be reliable, I just like to analyze and come up with theories.
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PUBLIC VS. PRIVATE INFORMATION.
Feel free to refer to this when deciding how much your character should know about Lupin, especially if they're from outside his canon and have no pre-established basis on if/how well they know of each other.
PUBLIC. Accessible to everyone.
He is the grandson of Arsène Lupin, notorious French gentleman thief, and the third generation to continue in this line of work. No treasure is said to be outside of his reach once he's set his sights on it, and as a result he's been granted the title of the world's most wanted thief.
He's a master of disguise, and (much like his predecessors) is able to perfectly mimic another's appearance, voice and mannerisms with minimal observation needed beforehand. Only tiny details, such as his mask not showing sweat where real skin would, are able to give him away.
He is affiliated with Daisuke Jigen, Ishikawa Goemon XIII, Fujiko Mine, Laetitia Bresson, and more (verse/relationship dependent).
His 'eternal rival' is Zenigata Koichi of Interpol, the only man able to consistently capture Lupin, even if it's only for short bursts of time.
Zenigata has arrested and successfully imprisoned him on multiple occasions. However, Lupin has managed to find a way to escape from every single prison he's been put in, often relying on the assistance of his gang.
He's said to be in love with every woman in the world, though his prized paramour is Fujiko. He will never stop trying to win her affections, no matter how often he's betrayed or rejected.
His preferred weapon is a Walther P38 and it's kept on his person at all times.
A calling card is always sent to his chosen target pre-heist, detailing the item to be stolen, and the time/date of his appearance. It's signed with his name and peanut caricature.
He was once married to Rebecca Rossellini, well-known heiress and secret thrill-seeker. When he left Italy to continues his crimes travels, she didn't follow him.
SEMI-PUBLIC. Still accessible, but lesser known.
He's bisexual. His attraction to men is just greatly overshadowed by his womanising.
He's a mostly self-taught polyglot and remains at least conversational no matter where in the world he travels. He's also fluent in some dead and computer languages.
The details sent on his calling card are specific, and he sticks to them rigidly. Lupin will leave the premises once the window has passed, regardless of if he managed to snatch the treasure or not.
He's an art connoisseur and can tell a real piece from a forgery with a single glance.
All car maintenance is done by him. He's very proud of all three of his vehicles, and does his best to keep them in top condition for as long as possible. A lot of his wealth gets re-invested into fixing them up after a heist.
Lupin doesn't kill. That's one of the rules of his game, and it's one that he's unlikely to try and bend. He has people to kill for him, if necessary, but he himself refuses to take a life until it's the only option left.
This no-killing rule is one of the biggest copycat downfalls, and often the thing that gets them discovered. Thief he may be, but Lupin has a strict code of ethics he's set for himself.
He's intelligent. Many underestimate him because of the silly, childish persona he performs, failing to realise that this is not only a deliberate part of his plan, but necessary for his success. Any foe becomes easier to beat when they forget just who they're going up against.
He's a capable scientist, and uses this knowledge for his heists. All of his gadgets, smoke bombs, and knock-out gases are handmade and often re-evaluated to ensure they have maximum efficiency.
He can work any vehicle, be it designed for the land, skies, or water. He's an especially good stunt driver, so naturally prefers to use motorcycles or cars whenever possible.
PRIVATE. Available only to Lupin's closest.
Lupin doesn't dream, nor does he get nightmares. His REM sleep, or if he's even capable of achieving it, remains a mystery to everyone.
He is the legal wife of Onabes, an art collector. Despite his best efforts, the divorce papers were never completed, and thus their marriage remains binding.
The addresses of all his safehouses. In order to remain untraceable, Lupin's constantly selling off property and purchasing new ones, and rarely bothers to inform anyone about these developments unless necessary. His chosen locations range from penthouse city apartments, to countryside mansions the size of a small village, to cozy coastal bungalows. He has hideouts in every conceivable corner of the earth.
He's afraid of octopi, squid, and similar cephalopods. They freak him out big time.
Lupin will, on occasion, allow Zenigata's men to "recover" the occasional stolen artefact. Usually these are ones of historical/cultural significance or gems that he just can't sell for a good price. He has no interest in keeping these items; they've already served their purpose and gone to show that he can take them.
He sneaks into Interpol a lot. He's always disguised as different people of varying levels of importance, and loves to catch up on the latest water cooler gossip (and start some of his own). As a result, he's gotten a pretty good understanding of a lot of Interpol officers and knows more than they'd probably want him to.
All of Lupin's heists and their accompanying details (such as maps, blueprints, security routes, required technology and disguises) are all written down on paper and kept on Lupin's person. He's done far too much hacking to trust any sort of digital security system.
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💗 - How long does it take your muse to fall in love?
💝 - What's their love language?
💘 - What traits personality-wise are attractive to your muse?
❤ - What's something you feel like your muse needs to work on for a relationship to happen or for a relationship to be healthy? Do you think that's possible? Or is it something that'll likely never happen?
💌 - How would they confess to their love interest? Would they wait on a confession?
🎀 - Do they aim to impress their partner often? If they do, how so?
💓 - What are some signs your muse has fallen for someone?
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Let's talk about romance! Muse questions
This will be a loooooong post, so answered under the 'read more' line~
💗 - How long does it take your muse to fall in love?
This varies based on A LOT of factors. Vladimir, by default, is extremely distrusting towards other people, for any purpose of a relation with them.
To him, they always seem to want something from him; whether that be power, favour or to gain his trust to then later use anything they can gain against him or to increase their own position in the world.
With that in mind, it can take ages, for him to open up and consider anything in the terms of romantic emotions.
💝 - What's their love language?
Physical touch, gifts and words of affirmation are the most notable ones from Vlad.
Those that grow to have an emotional bond will be met with all of those on a regular basis.
This does not mean the other two love languages: acts of service and quality time, never happen. But they are less prominent when dealing with him. He is by no means negligent towards any potential partner, but at the same time also is a very independent individual and does appreciate his own personal affairs and time and will be very adamant in keeping those.
💘 - What traits personality-wise are attractive to your muse?
First and foremost honesty is extremely important to him. He may be many things, but dishonest is not one of those. He will not lie in any situation. Withhold the truth? Perhaps, but lying is out of the question for him. His past experiences have grimly taught him the repercussions of being lied to.
Confidence and ambition are also something he appreciates in others. The will to further ones self and the courage and intelligence to back it up. To not be stagnant in life, but move forward.
❤ - What's something you feel like your muse needs to work on for a relationship to happen or for a relationship to be healthy? Do you think that's possible? Or is it something that'll likely never happen?
His demeanour towards trusting others. While it is expected from someone who has been betrayed many a time in the past, the level of distrust he can hold is often too much to get past in an acceptable time.
He would have to come to accept that sometimes there are people that genuinely do not intent to use him for their own gain. It would definitely make him open up quicker and not push people away. But he's a stubborn man after all. One that survived over a millennia on this method.
💌 - How would they confess to their love interest? Would they wait on a confession?
Vlad is the type of man who doesn't waste time around with being embarrassed or waiting around for reciprocation. If such a situation would come to happen, he would most likely be very direct about how he feels.
He would not demand or require an immediate response, remaining realistic how tedious and time-consuming such a realisation can be to have a shift in feelings towards another. He knows full well how he himself can be at times, after all. Even if he disregards responsibility towards it at times.
🎀 - Do they aim to impress their partner often? If they do, how so?
Oh most definitely not. He abhors showboating and intentionally impressing others to attempt to gain affection or attention.
He holds the opinion that any partner would already know of his qualities and skills, so there would be no need to try and impress them.
However, he does not know how to tone himself down. So often any act he does do might be interpreted as exactly that which he does not intend.
💓 - What are some signs your muse has fallen for someone?
His behaviour would change, albeit in the slightest of ways. Someone that he falls for will be deemed more respectable in treatment. A good example would be how he has the tendency to call others child, boy or girl, due to his age. Slowly that would start to cease.
Also he would be more direct in his attention towards them. Listening more intently, looking directly at them or in their eyes.
Slowly but surely along the process would come the use of nicknames, pet names, in the many languages he is fluent in. both in use and forgotten.
While he always maintains the habit of using endearing words like 'my dear', 'darling', 'my boy/girl'; whenever he would say anything of that category, emotion lingering to those words would become more notable. More... genuine.
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For Claudia and Faline!! :D
Waaaah 🥺😭 Thank you for asking me about my sweet babies. These two have been on the brain a lot lately so this works out perfect for me. Thank you dear! This’ll probably end up being a pretty long post so I’ll include the answers under the cut. ❤️
Misc. Ask Meme - Ft. Claudia and Faline
Claudia Fantana and Faline Brookes are my own OCs. They are shipped with canon characters from different universes. If you do not support canon x oc, please move along. This post is not for you. I do not own rights to the canon characters and their respective universes.
Claudia Fantana
S/o: Vampire!Dutch Van Der Linde. He's not as accurate to canon as you all are thinking. Mostly on the basis he is of sound mind. My friend and I are aware how bad canon Dutch is and she would not be pursuing him if her story took place in canon. V!Dutch behaves more like a grumpier Trelawny - do not come for our throats.
❣️- What are their love languages?
Claudia is a woman of action and passion and thus her love language shows through that way. Either by acts of service or through physical touch. She is often touching her beloved Vampire in some shape or form, even as little as grazing her fingers against his arm. If she is not touching, kissing him or doting on him, then she is doing little things such as making sure her flat has his favorite whiskey or singing to him while he rests.
🍷- How do they feel about alcohol?
Claudia believes that having a glass of wine a night is good for the soul. Drinking red wine helps her relax after a long day. Even on performance nights she makes it a point to drink some to help her. That is to say she doesn't have her fair disdain for alcoholics and drunken men that feel a little too confident in their pants. However, her dear friend, Darius runs several bars so she holds no ill will to the alcohol industry. Just the selfish and reckless folk.
💓- What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection?
Generally speaking, Claudia keeps to herself as much as she can outside of work. However, when she is fancying someone - either like her "ex", Darius or Dutch, she will go out of her way to spend time with them. She'll also go through the trouble of keeping something in her house for them if they're visiting. Whether it be cigarettes, whiskey, or something like slippers.
👨👩👧- What’s their relationship with their parents like?
Nonexistent; they died when she was only a baby. She has no bond or connection to them.
☂️- How do they feel about rain?
She finds it both soothing and a nuisance. Soothing for on the days she has off and she can curl up at home under a blanket. It's more of a nuisance when it comes to work. It can cause delays in the shows and traveling to and from the theatre becomes more challenging.
🎶- What’s a song they really like?
Given the time period in which she lives, she doesn't quite get the luxury of listening to music like today, however; she quite enjoys Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake".
🖌️- Do they have any hobbies?
When she is not on the clock, she loves reading books or going for walks in the nearby park. Currently she is reading "Frankenstein" in the rp.
💘- What do they find attractive about their partner(s)?
I'm going to assume we're just talking about Dutch here. Although Darius is an Ex of sorts, the two are on good terms and still quite close. But for the sake of the ask I'll stick to Dutch only. For Dutch she finds his voice quite attractive. It's very warm and sultry - has a bit of a tart bite to it? (Idk if that makes sense???) And it just makes her melt. She also really admires his fangs. His are much larger and pronounced compared to hers. Seeing his fangs for the first time when he punched a drunken flirt for harassing her, made her feel things. And finally, his hands. He is,,,, a very multi-talented man with those hands. He can shoot, protect, and soothe with those hands - what more could a woman want?
🐾- Do they have any pets?
She does! A sweet little black and white , long-haired cat named Wyatt.
🧑🤝🧑- Do they have any siblings?
She is an only child.
🥰- What pet names do their partner(s) use for them? How flustered do they get by them?
Darius - Satakieli (Nightingale in finnish) (Yes I'm including him again because their connection makes me weak. He still calls her this even as friends.)
Dutch - Dear, my sweet, dove, and Songbird. Songbird gets her the most flustered.
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Faline Brookes
S/o: Karl Heisenberg (RE: Village)
❣️- What are their love languages?
Sweet miss Faline's love language is a combination of physical touch and words of affirmation. She is not one to shy away from making sure her husband feels loved and cared for. Not only does it make him feel cared for, but it makes her feel good as well. Win-win.
🍷- How do they feel about alcohol?
She tolerates it at best; and that is on a good day. She feels comfortable enough around Heisenberg to be okay when he drinks it. But generally speaking, she doesn't think highly of the products, and she hasn't had good experiences with others when they're drunk.
💓- What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection?
Seeing as Heisenberg was her first and only relationship she's had, it's hard to gauge a pattern. However, when she started to catch feelings for Heis, she had a tendency to hum a lot. It wasn't something she did often up until that point. She also started baking more. Leaving little offerings on his work bench of muffins, cookies, apple slices, etc. Just something to ensure he had food in his system, and he wasn't neglecting himself.
👨👩👧- What’s their relationship with their parents like?
*Sweats* Currently nonexistent considering they live on the other side of the world. Her family abandoned her in Romania, and she was left to her own devices months before being brought towards the lords. However, it's for the best the ties have been severed - Trust me.
☂️- How do they feel about rain?
Faline will get any chance she gets to go dance in the rain. She will drag Heisenberg out with her to play in it. It's the little things like that help them both decompress while living in such a stressful environment. If she isn't smooching her husband in the rain, then they're both curled up on the bed taking advantage of a good nap.
🎶- What’s a song they really like?
Faline's taste in music varies, especially with what's accessible. But "Let me Be Your Superhero" by Smash into pieces would be one she listens to as much as she can.
🖌️- Do they have any hobbies?
Baking since its accessible to her. Modern day entertainment isn't always the most available in a crazy village ya know?
💘- What do they find attractive about their partner(s)?
Holy moly what doesn't she find attractive? His eyes, his nose, his hands, his squishy dad-bod? His voice?! His determination for freedom, his ambition to create? She adores it all. There's too many things to decide. When she fell for him, she fell deeply and madly in love.
🐾- Do they have any pets?
Does Sturm count?
🧑🤝🧑- Do they have any siblings?
Technically yes, but no.
🥰- What pet names do their partner(s) use for them? How flustered do they get by them?
Buttercup, Pumpkin, Angel, Prinzessin, babygirl, duckie, and sweetheart. Those are but a few but Pumpkin and Angel are the most special to her and they always make her squirm without fail.
Thank you again for the lovely ask, Nemo! Hope you enjoyed!
~Faye
#ask#ask game#nemo asks#oc game#Claudia Fantana#Faline Brookes#the scarlet siren#the pixie#oc#original character#not my oc#canon x oc
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Not much has happened. Just the usual.
We did go to one of my husband's friends houses over the weekend. They held a dinner for him and several other friends. His best friend and his wife were supposed to come but she didn't come so I was staring off and watching my daughter since they were talking about boring things in their language. The lateness disrupted my daughter's sleeping schedule and as a result she didn't sleep until 1 AM.
On the weekends the past few weeks I have been helping my husband so Uber eats delivery. I drive and he goes inside and whatnot. I want to get out and do stuff and so that's a way to do it since otherwise I'm not allowed out. Of course I get screamed and cussed at if I make a wrong turn or something but still.
The last few days have reminded me of my first marriage. My husband likes to poke at me and grab me to irritate me and point out how unattractive and fat I am. My ex did something similar to make me feel like a piece of meat but he was groping and raping me on a near daily basis instead. The screaming and cussing me in the car is also familiar. In order to force me to let him drive my car, he would complain about my driving and cuss me out if I missed something. I was less confident driving then and it was super stressful to drive at all but he wasn't supposed to drive a car much less my car because he has totaled 9 cars over the last decade from his bad driving or accidents. It's not like my husband now is a good driver either, he's very bad at it mainly because of his bad eyesight. Another thing they had in common, they both have terrible eyesight and have thick glasses/ specialty prescriptions and can't see much without. Their names also both start with A. That's where most similarities end, my ex was 6 or close to it fairly conventionally attractive (until he gained so much weight, he was overweight when I met him but not as much) if he lost the weight, I'm sure he'd look a few years older than me since he has all his hair, to me he looks alike someone of his ethnicity which is why I was surprised I liked him, he was my first crush. My husband is the same height as me, unattractive (his friends used to joke with him when he was younger that he couldn't even pay a prostitute to do stuff with him), fairly overweight, balding, no jawline, etc.
Other stuff is my job has gotten very stressful as we are not meeting our goals and not much can be done about it. I've also not found any more jobs to apply for that are remote and fit my salary criteria, I don't think any of the ones I applied for are going to call me back. I hope they do, once I get this second job and have it for about a month, I'm going to hire a lawyer. I've already reached out to some but nobody has gotten back to me and it's been over a week. I'm expecting to have to use up my savings to pay for this lawyer. The plan is for him to not find out anything until I have him served. That way he leaves then he doesn't contest and I get what I want and he cannot come back later and say he wants to change. If he stays and fights, there is a possibility I can get some of his assets or money in child support. Either way, he either forgets everything to leave the country and his job or he has to pay a lawyer and give up assets to pay child support. I have evidence I can use if he decides to play dirty, they may not hold up in court, but they will if he tries to accuse me of things to my friends or his friends. He will prove himself to everyone when he flies the country to get out of paying child support and shows he cares nothing about his daughter. If I tell anyone, it won't be until I have the second job and get the lawyer, even if someone tells him, it won't matter at that point. I might tell him for extra support because at least his best friend has connections to his family back home and might tell them about his horrible behavior and ruin his chances of some blissful life back home. Since they are unlikely to listen to me about anything. I don't care. He will get what's coming to him. He has lost over six figures in investments and is continuing to lose.
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Nowadays, The Tollywood industry has gained immense popularity among pan-India viewers and have become the toast of Hindi filmgoers. Breaking down the obstacles and split ups of North-South movies, Telugu cinema is not only setting new box office records but are also being appreciated for the amazing and meaningful content that is now thrilling to the Hindi audience like never before.
Keeping up with the pace, now another intense, dramatic and emotionally charged up film directed by Anthony Matripalli, 'Geeta Sakshiga' has been released and is creating a lot of buzz and positive response on social media with the trailer and beautiful songs. The music, given by Gopi Sundar, is just an incredible add on to the complex story of the movie and is soothing to the ears. Here a few specifics for you before diving into the movie:
Movie Name: GeetaSakshiga
Writer & Director: Anthony Mattipalli
Release Date: 24th March 2023
Languages: Telugu, Hindu
Cast: Aadarsh, Chitra Shukla, Roopesh Shetty, Srikanth Iyengar
Story & Producer: Chetan Raj
Music: Gopi Sundar
Keywords: geetasakshiga, tollywood, women empowerment, courtroom, fight for women, aadarsh, chitra shukla, movie review
I recently watched the movie after being recommended by a friend. The film is based on one of the most socially relevant topic in today's world. The story line of the movie is about a girl being raped and murdered and an innocent, fun young boy named Arjun (played by Adarsh) is put behind the bars for a crime he didn't commit. The film begins by introducing Arjun to the audience as a family devoted boy and a loving mentor to his students whom he teaches music for free. Arjun's character portrays about his warm heartedness and nature as a kind boy. Later in the movie, he falls in love with an attractive young woman, Amoolya (played by Chitra Shukla) and makes alot of efforts to introduce Amoolya to his family. But things don't go as planned for him. His life takes a deep turnaround when he gets convicted and sentenced for life imprisonment for rape and murder of a young girl only for the reason that he was present at the same location when the incident occurred.
The plot of the movie changes when after 5 years of being convicted for a crime he didn't commit he finds a way out with the help of a saviour. The movie continues with a courtroom drama and how an innocent man faces the society while the real person who committed the crime roams around freely.
The film not only displays the difficulties and injustices faced by women on daily basis but also promotes the agenda of women empowerment. In the film, it is also shown how Amoolya becomes a lawyer and works hard to bring the culprit to justice. The intention of the movie is to draw attention towards the heinous incidents that women face in today's world. It is shown how at an era where we talk about women's equal rights and opportunities they are still treated as objects and violated of their honour in every possible way. They are raped and murdered by thugs and influential people who with the help of money and fame roam around freely while an innocent man faces the charges and the victim gets no justice.
The movie is a fight against the system and society which doesn't support the victims and their families after such incidents have happened. The film depicts how even the legal system of the country is influenced by power and money. It brilliantly handles and depicts power dynamics that run the society.
One more thing that I absolutely loved about the movie was how the hero of the film was a female and is not a typically male driven movie. The film shows different females who have played major roles in bringing justice to the victim. Amoolya, being the main character of the plot, is not only shown as a love interest of Arjun but also an independent, intelligent and passionate woman who becomes a lawyer to help Arjun come out of jail and works hard to put the real culprit behind the bars.
The film is a great example of a realistic cinematic experience that depicts today's world and challenges faced by women. It not only shows the problems faced by women but also gives them the strength they need to face such challenging in future. Overall it was a mesmerising and hypnotic experience and I would highly encourage everyone to watch this another blockbuster hit by the telugu industry that has the audience going crazy. Go see it at the theatre nearest to you!!
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Headcanons (human AU!) :).
(Some of them are based on @askthefamous8 ,whose AU is awesome).
Thomas:
He arrived to Sodor when he was twelve, after his parents' passing in a traffic accident. Edward and Gordon have his custody. Annie and Clarabel sometimes take care of him.
Currently, he's eighteen and have been working with a supervisor for two years. When he turns twenty-one, he won't need it any more. He eventually goes to college to get a degree in dramatic arts.
Terrible singer and proud of it, but excellent dancer in general. Professional at ballet, tap and breakdance.
Has really naive concepts about love. And it's a little shy hanging around with girls of his age (e.j. Ashima or Rosie, even though the latter's crush on him is way obvious).
Has the bad tendency to fall asleep on places he should not have. Usually Edward, Gordon or Henry ended up carrying him to his bed.
“Cheeky” and “Sassy” are his second and third names. He roasts Gordon and James on a daily basis. Edward, Toby and Percy usually help him.
It's allergic to chocolate. More than once he had to be carried to and hospital due to his stubbornness of NOT eating it.
He and Percy are so brothers at this point of life: they have Netflix nights together; steal cookies and candies, play video games they should not buy because of age restrictions and prank the Diesels.
Enjoys racing and affectionate insults with his also stubborn and competitive grandpa Bertie.
Loves when Toby or Edward tell him stories about Sodor's old days.
Edward:
Been working on the sheds since he was twenty-one, three years after his father's death (terminal illness) and his mother's suicide. Now he's forty-four.
Literally the dad friend: he shares Thomas's custody with Gordon; Percy's with Henry; Bill and Ben's with BoCo, and sometimes he and James take care of Philip. He ended up adopting Thomas, Percy and Philip, since BoCo did the same with the twins.
Excellent singer (mainly on 80s pop and rock songs), but really embarrassed about it. Only James and his children know about it. He's also good at swing, twist and rock 'n roll dancing, despite his age.
Making him laugh is the goal everyone tries to accomplish every day. His giggles and chuckles are contagious, and has a ticklish spot on his neck that James usually takes advantage of.
Has degrees in Industrial Engineering and Literature. He also did an online knitting course, and usually knits scarfs and sweaters for anyone.
Still everyone doesn't know why he fell in love with James, but Edward have always found him funny, with trust in himself, charismatic, and extremely attractive. And even though James is not the most respectful or friendly engine, Edward could always see the best of him when everyone didn't.
Self-esteem problems. He never talks about them with anyone. Also, he doesn't cry very often because he loathes tears. In terms of physical health, he has arthritis and need glasses for near-sightedness.
Amazing huger. You feel surrounded by full love. He should get a banner that says “Free hugs”.
Never make him angry. Ask Thomas about it: his mischiefs are frequently gently scolded, but once in a while he takes things too far to the point he accidentally insulted the older man. The lecture Edward gave him made him weep like a baby. If it wasn't for his attempt to make the boy understand why what he did was not okay and then hug him, he would not have made his point clear.
Can be really sassy and playful when he wants. He's a child at heart.
Henry:
Arrived to Sodor at twenty. Been there for eighteen years. Still communicates with his mother via letters and calls. He never met his father.
It's doing virtual college for getting a degree in Biology. He's also interested in languages, and whenever he has free time, he will listen to audio classes.
Has a lovely singing voice, especially for 60s and 70s Spanish ballads and American pop. However, he only sings when he's alone or driving his engine. He's not such a good dancer, mainly due to shyness, but at least tries to move.
He's really sassy and arrogant with James and Gordon (and sometimes with Emily, but just as a way to joke between them), and will usually scold them after they do something stupid). Somehow, Percy's presence always pushes any arrogance out of his body. He just can't be unkind to Percy (or Edward or Toby, as a matter of fact).
Master baker Henry for the win! His mint and chocolate cookies are the best, but considering Thomas's allergies, he bakes cinnamon rolls just for him. Now Henry is the boy's favourite uncle.
Never watch scary movies with him. Gordon tried a film date with the typical "he will hug me if he gets scared" belief, but he didn't expect Henry throwing to him his soda and running away from the cinema.
Weak immune system. He catches a cold monthly. Glad Sir Topham Hatt understands his condition and makes sure he feels well to work. He also uses contact lenses for astigmatism.
His crush on Gordon wasn't at first sight. To be honest, he never would have thought he would date the ol' and grumpy Gordon after years of just being co-workers.
Professional at hiking, much to Gordon's dismay, who sucks at it.
Loves tea. Hiro taught him some good receipts, and now he's the designated tea maker of all of his friends.
Gordon:
Started working on Tidmouth at twenty, three years after Edward. He's now forty. Doesn't remember his parents and is not interested at all on meeting it due to his and Scot's abandonment when they were pre-teens (don't worry, they were raised by their uncle and had the company of their "beloved" cousin Spencer).
Never went to college, but did two years of gastronomy school and has a thing for athletics and resistance sports.
Nowadays, he still works out. Every day, he gets up at five a.m. and runs along the huge garden the Really Useful Crew have in their shared house for thirty minutes.
He can't and won't sing, but he sometimes murmurs some jazz and soul songs, but he's perfect at dancing waltz, Charleston and a little of ballet (Thomas may or may not know it and asks him for advice for his practices).
He really doesn't know why, of all the oldest drivers on Sodor, it was him who Sodor's court decided to be Thomas's other tutor when half of the interactions aren't "nice". Certainly he didn’t expect the boy to be fond of him.
At first, he had a rocky relationship with Henry. It might be time, or might be the bond they and James started to create throughout the years that made him knew more about the person rather than the teammate. Who would have thought they went from holding fists and throwing comments to holding hands and catching feels?
Master chef Gordon! Along with Toby, they cook lunch and dinner for their friends on weekends. The only thing he doesn't make is breakfast because he really doesn't know what to do and usually has to turn off a fire. That's why Henry makes it.
Secretly loves ballads. Loves to listen Henry singing in his weird Spanish when his boyfriend thinks he's alone.
Teaches Percy and Emily boxing. Diesel really hates him for that.
As much as he tries to deny it, he really appreciates the Flying Scotsman's visits to Sodor. He secretly misses his younger brother and would like to repair the relationship they had when they were children.
James:
Left his hometown at sixteen and travelled to Sodor after a terrible argument with his parents that involved physical violence. He's now thirty-five.
Has two degrees in fashion design and music with emphasis on singing. He studied and worked half-time during his first six years in Tidmouth.
As a result, he's the best singer of his friends. He's also a good dancer, with tap, rock 'n roll, bachata and a little of salsa being his favourites.
His crush on Edward wasn't first sight. At the beginning, he always saw him as an old, naive, a boring man. However, every time James got in trouble, the number two engine driver was always there for him and never judged him. Edward gave James the only thing he would have wanted when he was younger: support.
Has pretty low self-esteem due to his personal appearance (has a lot of scars in his body). Sometimes he cries in his sleep.
Loves coffee. He and Toby like to share a cup in the mornings, while they make fun of Gordon's clumsiness at breakfasts.
Fashion icon James. That's it. He rocks high heels.
He likes to show off how strong he is (that's it until Gordon, Henry and Emily appear). Enjoys carrying Edward in his arms when they're on a date, and doesn't mind giving Thomas and Percy piggyback rides when they act childish.
Despite his vanity, James can be really helpful and supportive, especially with Emily. Nobody messes with his adopted sister.
He plays the guitar when he is alone. He finds it peaceful.
Percy:
Orphan. Never knew his parents. Social services had him until he turned sixteen, then he was transferred to Tidmouth, where Edward and Henry signed the papers for being his legal tutors. It's been a year since that.
Library science has been in his mind since he was a child, but he's keen on graphic design.
Can't neither carry a tune nor move his feet for saving his life, but Thomas usually convinces him to get out of his comfort zone to play Just Dance with him.
Snorts when he laughs too hard.
Loves to read comics. That usually ends up with Thomas angry at him for having the lights on at 2 a.m. while he's reading.
Not as mischievous as Thomas, but still gives Gordon, Henry and James weekly headaches. He does the typical pranks, but somehow they always fell on them.
If you thought Thomas was naive at love, Percy is even naiver. He's so innocent. Nobody had given him the talk. He also doesn't swear at all because Edward and Emily have already warned James and Thomas (he creatively curses a lot. Doesn't use your typical swearwords) to not teach the kid their vulgar language.
Can really be a know-it-all when he wants to show off to the older men.
You make him cry, and you're the worst being on Earth. End of story.
Platonic kisses for the win. Thomas, Henry, Edward, Emily and Toby appreciate them so much.
Toby:
Studied laws because his parents (nowadays in their 80s and 90s) obligated him, but graduated and started working at the railway near his hometown almost immediately. He's now sixty.
Happily married to Henrietta for thirty-one years. However, only Sir Topham Hatt and their closest friends know. They didn't want kids.
The man can sing blues and doo-wop. Pretty good at square dance and jive too.
If you mess with him, you might regret it. He's not Edward and expect you to learn your lesson. He WILL teach you a lesson. Toby is not into physical or verbal fights, but is clever and knows that the weak points of his bullies are his egos and goes after them.
There is a library in Sodor, and Toby already read all the books that are in it.
Makes the best pies you have ever tasted.
He's the grandpa friend: tells the younger engine drives stories, plays and always wins at bingo and enjoys old telenovelas.
Has asthma and scoliosis. He also needs far-sightedness glasses.
Loves cats, but it's allergic to their hair.
It isn't on his plans to retire soon.
Emily:
Her parents impulsed her dreams to work as an engine driver and helped her to get a ticket to Sodor. She arrived when she was twenty-two and have been there for five years.
She got a degree in Civil Engineering.
Not so much of a good singer, except for pop, but she's awesome at Flamenco, Waltz and Acro Dance.
She's sweet and sensitive, but acts a little rude and sharp over new people or changes. She can also be a little jealous towards her co-workers's duties.
Likes to take pictures and selfies, even though she's not photogenic as much as James tries to be or as Edward effortlessly is.
Excellent at making funny faces. More than once she had succeeded in getting a cackle out of Thomas and Percy when they act grumpy. Emily cannot tolerate pouty faces.
Fashion disaster. Usually needs James's help when she chooses what to wear.
Loves ice cream. All of the flavours.
Show-offs her height (she's taller than most of them, except Gordon and Henry). Likes to carry Thomas and Percy on her shoulders while they cheer her.
Her biggest fear is to be considered inferior than everyone else.Being the only girl in her group of friends was easy at the first, but then she started to develop insecurities. The boys make sure to tell them that they love her and that she's as equally useful, important and powerful as them.
#Ttte#ttte humanized#ttte headcanon#ttte thomas#thomas the tank engine#ttte edward#edward the blue engine#ttte henry#Henry the green engine#ttte gordon#Gordon the big engine#Ttte James#James the red engine#Ttte Percy#percy the small engine#Ttte Toby#toby the tram engine#ttte emily#Emily the clever engine
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Hey! So I found your ask box so here's my request again : dieter hellstrom x Shoshanna, where they begin the relationship on a hate basis (I know I'm a very healthy person 😂 lol) so I don't know if this inspires you or not, if it doesn't, feel free to do whatever you like 😊 have a nice day/or night!
Thank you again!
I hope this is kinda what you had in mind, though I think I might've gotten a bit carried away😅
What Do You Want?
Major Dieter Hellstrom (Inglorious Basterds) x Shosanna Dreyfus/Emmanuelle Mimieux
Warnings: slight sexual themes but not much
Masterlist
Those ice blue eyes still hold her captive, still fill her with hatred, even as they bore into her with a new darkness. Their intensity and the piercing nature of the major's stare drives her backwards into the grimy wall behind her, his quietly commanding presence stifling in the cool winter air. Mentally, she tells herself it's the long leather overcoat that gives him this intimidating appearance, that his narrow figure underneath doesn't exude the same silent power, even though she can't help but wonder if it does.
The frigid azure of his eyes had been what Shosanna first took notice of when she met the Sturmbannführer Hellstrom, all those weeks ago when he'd called her down from the safety of her ladder. They had instantly made her uneasy, as disdainful of her as she is of him. "Mademoiselle Mimieux" he'd called her. Not Emmanuelle, as that idiot Zoller and his superior, the cruel Landa, had initially called her. The measure of detached respect, indifferent formality, had never left his tone when he spoke to her in the following weeks, something that only allowed her distaste for him to smoulder and grow. Neither had it left his blue eyes, Hellstrom's gaze almost always remaining impassive of her where others had instantly been overcome with that desire that so quickly comes to some men. It annoyed her that he could be so removed from the cruelty of his kind, that he could just ignore everything wrong with the people he served.
Somehow, that detachedness has now become the very opposite - a territorial coolness now resides in those icy depths.
Shosanna can smell the faint hint of cologne on Hellstrom's collar as he steps far past the boundaries of her personal, and then her intimate, space. It's sharp and biting, like him, not strong and overpowering, following the more subtle power he seems to exert. The light chemical reek of his hair gel also perpetuates the air around him, though it's far outplayed by the crisp, fresh smell of his uniform, which is pristine and meticulously pressed, as always.
She keeps her gaze baleful, somewhat cautious but still portraying the usual dislike she makes sure to keep in every glance she sends his way.
Ever since that first day, Hellstrom had appeared around the cinema multiple times, almost always on work duty. As Goebbels had eventually chosen her cinema as the venue for his latest detestable film, the security measures in place had to be inspected very often, to make sure nothing that needed attending to came up. Unfortunately, Colonel Landa had put Hellstrom to the job, meaning Shosanna has had to see the young major far more times than she'd like. He never spoke to her, not in French anyway. Any interrogative questions he had he'd ask in cruel, sinister-sounding English, never resorting to the language of the country he currently resides in; she'd often wondered if he could even speak it at all. This fact, on top of others, only increased her disgust of the man. Who is he to think he's above speaking the language of his current residence?
The major has always shown a certain hostility to Marcel (for obvious reasons, she knew, though would never understand), his lips turning into a scathing downturn any time he saw her lover with her. Annoyingly, however, Marcel had taken her close attention to the major's actions and whereabouts as a sign of attraction to the man, and so had grown increasingly absent. Shosanna had noticed Hellstrom watching an argument of theirs once, recently. It was the first time she saw his lips twitch into a smirk since that first meeting with Goebbels, when he'd given them all a sickly-sweet falsification of a smile. She had thought at the time that he simply enjoyed seeing her distressed.
That same gleam of sadistic amusement has crept into the frosty blue of his eyes now, his body crowding her against the wall even further. Glaring at him in badly concealed confusion and repulsion, Shosanna speaks for the first time since he found her in the alley behind the cinema.
"What do you want, Hellstrom? Why are you here?" She asks him in English, knowing her French is futile. She's long since stopped calling him major, unless around others.
Suddenly, those malicious lips twist into a horribly knowing leer.
The expression is unnerving, catching Shosanna off-guard as he stares at her, the smirk not quite reaching his eyes yet. For a moment, she's convinced he's worked out her true identity.
"Emmanuelle, you and I both know what I want." She blinks as he speaks.
So Major Dieter Hellstrom can, indeed, speak French. His voice is still as smooth and controlled as always, German accent only just biting at his fluid intonation, the sound somehow registering deep inside her.
Still, she regains her composure and lifts a single eyebrow.
"I don't believe I do." She replies haughtily.
Shock snaps through her as his large, pale hands suddenly slam into the wall beside her, caging her in. Eyes widening inadvertently, she looks up at him, fearful now, even as hatred courses through her. Another emotion brews inside her, but she tamps it down quickly; she cannot acknowledge that one, it's against all she stands for.
His breath, odourless and warm, blows lightly over her face as Hellstrom leans down close to her, the grin gone from his handsome face: yet another show of falsity.
"Don't play stupid." The major presses himself closer to her, body mere centimetres away from her as he lowers his head to her ear, "I want the same thing you do."
She struggles to keep her disgusted expression on her face as his hot breath ghosts over her ear, unable to stop herself from shuddering under his piercing gaze.
Silently, she curses his observational skills, hating how perceptive he obviously is, yet another reason to despise him add-in itself to her long mental list.
"What, you thought you could hide it? From your "lover"? Me? Yourself?" His tone is mocking, lips curling into a sneer again, "And here Landa said you were clever."
She wants to spit at him. Wants to spit and wipe that cruel smirk from his lips. But she can't bring herself to do so, so she settles for slapping him instead.
His pale skin colours slightly from where her hand has connected with his face, his face jerking to the side. As he slowly turns back to her, her blood goes cold. Those icy blue eyes are dark with fury now.
Quick as a flash, he has her chin in a harsh grip, fingers and thumb pressing hard into her flesh. Pulling her face close to him, he leans in, practically snarling as he speaks.
"Deny it all you want, Hure, but you know I'm right." Hellstrom growls to her, body rigid.
Quickly, he crushes his body against hers and smashes their lips together, holding her face in place as he kisses her, hard. It's with an almost bruising force that he presses her back into the wall, lips moving messily against hers, his free hand pinning her hands to the wall as she tries to fight him off. Disgust and rage fills her, until she finally realises something: a part of her is keeping her from making a real effort against this. If she really didn't want to kiss him, she'd fight back properly...but she's not…
The realisation makes her go slack in his grip, eyes wide.
Hellstrom notices and pulls back, only enough to stare into her eyes, breathing heavily. Looking at him now, she feels herself battling inside, torn between two options.
Finally, her primal urges win and a carnal strength takes over her. Shosanna leans in and kisses the major hard,arching his power as he kisses back, lips and teeth crashing together in a rough, messy mix, hands groping at each other, feeling over previously hostile bodies, which still remain wary of each other. The wall is hard and unforgiving behind her, and so is Hellstrom's body in front of her, his hips now pinning her in place as he kisses her, licking at her lips. Desire and want floods her system, stronger than she'd ever felt it, taking over her very sense, moans and sighs accompanying his grunts and groans as they move together roughly, tension building between them.
"Emmanuelle?" Marcel's voice interrupts her impassioned thoughts, drawing her from the violently pleasant sensations of the major, who pulls back abruptly.
Separating, the two turn to look down the alley, towards the lone figure at the end, who looks rightfully downcast, shocked and horrified at what he's likely experienced.
Guilt floods Shosanna at the sight of him, but the cruel smirk that creeps onto Hellstrom's lips once more only stirs up a stronger need for the intoxicating man. She can only watch helplessly as he adjusts his clothes and strides down the alley towards Marcel, clearly giving him a knowing look as he passes, shooting Shosanna one last glance before he disappears.
It's a glance that promises more.
#break writes#inglorious basterds#shosanna dreyfus#Emmanuelle Mimieux#major dieter hellstrom#dieter Hellstrom x Shosanna Dreyfus#dieter Hellstrom x Emmanuelle Mimieux#dieter Hellstrom imagine#Shosanna Dreyfus imagine#Emmanuelle Mimieux imagine#august diehl
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do u have any fic recs? im so starving
Yep! Fair warning, though, most of (if not all of) these are gonna be karlnapity because I'm one of the few that goes through the tag on a regular basis.
Under the read more for length's sake.
¿tu idioma o el mío? (your language or mine?)
Basically, Quackity realizes that neither Karl nor Sapnap speak Spanish and realizes, wow, he can tease them all he wants and they won't know a thing. But, whoops, maybe his joke proposals aren't jokes after all. I really like this one! Idk why. I have a soft spot for fluff for fluff's sake.
Let's Just Call It Commonlaw
Karl, Sapnap, and Quackity are three very drunk roommates who accidentally get married through a commonlaw marriage and forget about it entirely. Only problem when they find out it's legit is that Karl is in love with his roommates, and that Sapnap and Quackity aren't in love with him. Right? Anyway, this one's written by my number one fan and I'm this fic's number one fan. The legal aspects might not be all there, but I'm a historian, not a lawyer. It's sweet and cute. Enough said.
Oh, Sinners Come Down
Wilbur-centric. After the Antarctic Empire conquered the existing empire, the homeless population is in shambles, including one Wilbur Soot and his house full of tiny nuisances. And then some asshole named Technoblade shows up and says that the Empire is going to build a homeless shelter. Again, idk why I like this one so much, especially considering my distaste for c!sbi, but it honestly comes off as more of a semi-dsmp semi-smp earth type of deal.
When The Sunlight Dies
Runaway Prince George and his emotionally-devastated knight, Sapnap, are on their way out of the kingdom when they run into local shmucks, Karl and Quackity. Add in the weird god dude doing the worst job at trying to 'force' George through a corruption arc, and it's a legit good time. Look, I may dislike this fic personally, but this is an objective list. There's a reason everyone and their mother recommends this one. It's just good. Just ignore the random bits of infodumping, but that's all in the second half of the fic.
(Note: I do not recommend the very unneeded and overly-long final chapter or the sequel fic. At all. Save yourself the trouble and go outside instead.)
tuck me in your covers, bring the colour back into my face
Quackity definitely is absolutely alright. Don't even worry about him. Except he is kinda super traumatized and really doesn't wanna think about that. This is another one that's usually recommended, and I think it's pretty unique in that, unlike a lot of other fics in the 'genre', this fic doesn't present Quackity's PTSD as a weakness. I
Out of the Woods
Three idiots on one couch what problems can happen??? Gasp, a romcom!? Anyway, Karlnap are an established couple, and Quackity shows up and confuses both of them by being the most attractive man in the universe. Idk, I don't normally like college fics, but this one was nice. It's simple. Chill as hell.
We Must Have Good Pitch, ‘Cause Baby, You and Me are So In Tune!
Band au with bonus dnf. Look, everything Quid touches is just. It's good! I don't even like band aus!
Geodes in the Gravel
Immortal biographer and immortal shapeshifter menace decide to try and court freshly-immortal former vampire hunter-turned-vampire. Awkwardness and sweetness ensues. Technically this is part of a series by an author I don't really like, but it's perfectly readable on its own.
Bad Blood
Bad invites Karl and Quackity over to talk about their relationship with Sapnap. It's cute, and it's mostly just our two idiots having crisis after crisis during this conversation as Bad sits there pleasantly having a very good time.
It's Not Like You Ever Tried To Stay
Sapnap went to the Red Banquet. I think they should hug :(
A Leap of Faith
Tommy goes to Quackity to learn how to fly, and Quackity is the best big brother material anyone could ask for. Look, Q is better big brother than Wil could ever be. Enough said.
#asks!#anon!#fic recs!#i would have done more but there's a character limit apparently#so alas#i tried to include ones i haven't seen on lists before!#also read my fic read my fic read my fic read my fic
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❄️Todoroki HC's🔥
Aged-up pro hero Shouto. NSFW under the cut. Minors do not interact.
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General
Might as well be tied with Bakugou for the #1 pro hero spot; they seem to pass the crown back and forth every other year. Everyone knows about their intense frenemies uber-rivalry. Well. Everyone but Shouto.
He's asked to speak at a lot of charity events. If he has time to prepare (and hire a speech writer) he is capable of stirring crowds to standing ovations. But if caught unawares... he gets cornered into hilarious on-the-spot interviews. He's been memed. Mercilessly.
He's an OP character, but unfortunately he rolled -500 in fashion sense. Eventually he wises up and hires a stylist. When he finally cuts his hair a slightly different and even more flattering way, it's a national event. People faint in the street.
Does god-awful sleight-of-hand magic tricks when he meets young fans, even though nobody asked him to. The second-hand embarrassment is palpable. But he keeps doing it. God, why does he keep doing it?
Has hovering arm syndrome in every fan photo.
Super into pop music. Not a fan of any particular group or artist, couldn't tell you the name of a single song. But every time he turns up the volume on the radio it's like... really? THIS? Probably pumps that shit through his hero agency to keep up morale. Has no idea what you mean when you tell him his music taste doesn't match his personality.
Similarly, he enjoys brainless romantic comedies and old silent movies. Doesn't laugh at jokes but loses it over physical comedy. Thinks Buster Keaton and Harold Lloyd are the funniest people who ever walked the earth.
He's long and limber. Runs practically a hundred miles every day just to "relax." Doesn't even get sweaty doing it. A filthy yoga addict. He'll probably live to be 200 years old.
He can regulate his body temperature for quirk use but in everyday life he's always half a degree outside the Goldilocks zone. It drives him quietly insane; he has an epic love-hate relationship with his thermostat.
Has a therapy animal pet. Doesn't matter if it's a dog or a cat or a bird or an iguana or a teeny tiny rodent. It's the best-behaved animal in the country and speaks more languages than you. It has its own room and an instagram account with millions of followers.
Lives in a traditional Japanese estate that doubles as a national treasure. Probably has government-appointed snipers at the gate, and he's just like, "don't worry about it." You are afraid to touch anything. Fuck, don't even look at anything, just to be safe.
Has an outstanding personal chef who only gets to cook five things unless (thank fuck!!) company comes over. Impossibly picky eater. He rotates between a few "safe" foods and suspiciously side-eyes everything else. If you cook something unfamiliar for him it will be the most awkward meal of your life, because he'd never tell you he doesn't like it. But oh lord, just look at his face.
This clashes directly with his love of traveling. Frequently uses his hero earnings to visit exotic foreign locales over long weekends... but rarely tries the food.
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Dating
A grey-ace demisexual disaster. You could count the number of people he's been attracted to on one hand. He falls madly in love every time and always gets his heart smashed to pieces when his crush can't magically intuit the meaning of his frigid longing glances and generically courteous romantic gestures.
Which is stupid, because he gets propositioned constantly. He can't walk out the door without being flirted with. People keep slipping him their phone numbers and he always directs them to his agency like a moron. It's a good thing he will never understand how attractive he is because that's the only thing keeping him from total world domination.
Conventional attractiveness does not compute. Shouto doesn't have a type, doesn't care that he's an eleven whilst you are merely mortal. He will fall for your personality above all else.
Probably falls head over heels because your schedules overlap in a completely ordinary way and he witnesses you doing something endearing or brave or most likely: utterly mundane.
Pick a favorite, because you're his favorite coworker, or his favorite barista, or his favorite random bystander in line at the grocery store. You made him smile once; then he spent the next three months daydreaming about your future together before you accidentally stomped on his foot, initiating your first real conversation.
He's big on healthy communication. HUGE. He goes to therapy and it shows. Will talk through literally everything to the point of delirium. Sometimes his dedication to resolving every issue right away can get overwhelming; sometimes you just need some frickin time alone. But it pays off, because the two of you have practically never have a "real fight." There's just no way for bad vibes to fester.
STILL, his family wasn't exactly... erm... verbally or emotionally supportive, shall we say. For that reason, he might not give you all the compliments you deserve, because it simply doesn't occur to him to do so. He assumes you know how he feels. If you're self-conscious or insecure in the relationship, it might take him a while to notice. But when he figures it out (or even better, when you tell him directly) he will make it up to you with enthusiasm.
Will take you on lavish dates. Spoils you rotten without actually intending to. He's clueless about money. If you wanted a sugar daddy, you just hit the fucking jackpot. But if the word valet makes you uncomfortable, perhaps suggest some romantic picnics instead. He can still go all out with the food and five-star location without making you see cartoon dollar signs.
Chronic Insomniac. Stays up too late watching YouTube every night. His viewing history is an incomprehensible blur of k-pop music videos, serial killer icebergs, and super girly crafty ASMR channels. When he's watching a video, he is unreachable. Please call back later and try again.
He's disgustingly cute when he sleeps. Doesn't snore, but drools. Sometimes the drool freezes and leaves frost trails on his face in the morning. Still sleeps with the giant stuffed cat pillow that his mother gave him when he was like, zero. He'll inadvertently suffocate you with it, and you will welcome death with open arms because awwwwww!!!!!
The first time he tells you he loves you will be after your traditional Japanese shinto wedding. You won't hear it again until you start a family. Honestly, it's a good thing he doesn't say it often and is always holding you when it happens. It's a knee-buckler.
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Icy-Hot
I don't even need to say it. Shouto is as old-fashioned as they come. You will never open another door or pull out another chair for yourself as long as you live. He will ask before he holds your hand. He will ask before he kisses you. He will stop and check in if you so much as breathe funny during sex.
If you don't orgasm at exactly the same time while staring into one another's eyes, he'll consider himself a failed lover. God forbid you want him to pound you into the futon... cause you are going to have to present that scenario to him in writing first.
Physical intimacy rarely leads to sex. He loves cuddling, craves physical affection. He'll sprawl all over you and turn into goo while you hold him close. He's an amazing, astounding, phenomenally good kisser. And that's... nice and all... but sometimes you have to grab his face and say, "Shouto, I'm horny," before he's like so that's why you're currently dry-humping me?
Even if he isn't technically a virgin the first time (or the millionth time) you sleep together, you won't know the difference. He's a blushing violet. Every. Fucking. Time. This doesn't mean he's a bad lay, oh no. But there's always ten minutes of confused bumbling before he hits his stride and remembers oh yeah, I DO know how to fuck good.
Absolutely silent during sex. Focused. Intense. Sometimes you have to push him a little to make any kind of noise at all, just so you know you're pleasing him (oh don't worry, you are).
His cock is Just Right. Not to big or too small. Perfectly proportioned and symmetrical. Somehow pretty. Like a fucking factory prototype. It truly is not fair.
Gets handsy and restless at night, even if you both have work the next day. Seems to crave sex at three in the morning. You've given him more than one exhausted handjob.
Gets offended if you don't cum. Will go down on you for hours. Of course he uses his quirk to tease you. He doesn't typically use it during actual intercourse, but he's all about foreplay, and he'll use every tool in his arsenal.
His sex drive is completely fucking unpredictable. Sometimes he's all over you, other times he's an icy slab. His line of work leaves him busy and stressed on a near-constant basis, so you can't entirely blame his personality for this one. Just give him some time and help him take care of his basic needs. He'll come back around soon enough.
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For Fenton and Gandra, respectively:
❣️ - What are their love languages?
🗣️ - How do they handle public speaking?
🤔 - What’s something they’ll never understand?
❣️ - What are their love languages?
For both of them, the most prominent ones are words of affirmation and physical affection.
They are both VERY physically affectionate types, especially Fenton. He is prone to small touches, like squeezing her hand when he hands her the morning coffee, taking her hand during dinner, lingering touches when he passes by etc. If the two are sitting on a sofa or laying on a bed he usually wraps his arms around Gandra.
Gandra is a bit less so on a day-to-day basis,but there is still a lot of casual touch from her side too.
However, this mostly comes to show when one of them or both are stressed. They might not know how to fix the problem right away, but they CAN offer a hug. Whether it's a project gone wrong, one of their insecurities rearing the ugly head or just a bad morning that included spilt coffee and forgetting an umbrella, they are always there for one another with a comforting touch.
As for words of affirmation. these two are NOT shy about how much they admire one another. And they both have their insecurities.
For Fenton, it's feeling like his projects are not good enough and that he is not doing good enough job as Gizmoduck. The latter especially shows if a civilian gets injured while a supervillain is raging around the city.
For Gandra it's her lingering insecurities about her projects being dangerous and her past.
But they are both always, always, there for the other with a kind word. They both know they need it, and they are great at it.
🗣️ - How do they handle public speaking?
Most of their public speaking, except for Fenton's Gizmoduck speeches, are science-related presentations, so I'll talk about those mostly.
Fenton is a mess. He is not necessarily anxious about it, though he can be nervous, but he is just so scatterbrained, especially when put on the spot that whatever presentation he is making will be a mess. He will go on tangents, forget what he actually needed to say, trip on his own feet, etc.
However, if it's something really, really important, he will take a cue from Gyro's book and go with cue cards. Not necessarily to mind his words or tone, but as a reminder such as "Hey, this section should take 2 minutes! Don't go on a tangent about the electrons and make it 12!"
When he is Gizmoduck, he is usually just giving a report one what happened so he can stay focused with more ease because he doesn't trail off into long tangents.
Gandra's speeches are much more structured but, even as she has a hard time admitting it, she is actually the one dying of anxiety before she has to present. She hates messing them up. A lot of bad experiences in her childhood made her anxious and Heron's general attitude to those working with/for her didn't exactly help. Gandra actually needs to take an anxiety pill before presentations because she might freeze up otherwise.
🤔 - What’s something they’ll never understand?
Ok, the last two were rather serious so here are some more light-hearted answers here.
Neither will ever understand the couples with overly cutesy nicknames. They know that if they hear each other use something like "Sweetiekins" unironically, they should back away slowly because their partner was either brainwashed or is a clone or a shape-shifting alien taking their place.
Gandra doesn't get high-heels. Anything over three inches is mind-boggling to her. Why would anyone wear those? Sure they look attractive, but is it really worth the discomfort? (She is not all high-and-mighty in that "I'm not like other girls" way about it, it just doesn't compute to her.)
Fenton doesn't get people who don't ramble about their interest 24//. Like, you're telling him that there are actually people who will not info-dump about their latest project to whoever is semi-willing to listen? What kind of witchcraft is that!?
#ducktales#ducktales 2017#river rambles#river answers#fenton crackshell cabrera#gandra dee#fendra#head canon
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Writing ask 8,10,12 please and thank you :)
08: how slow is a slow burn?
as slow as you want it to be. if you want your couple to have mind-blowing chemistry for ages and never actually enter into a relationship, well, that's just fine with me.
10: top three favorite fic tropes.
see, this is tough. to borrow a sentiment from @memaidraws, i don't pursue - or write - stories on the basis of tropes these days. hear me out. i don't mean stories that don't have tropes. they all do. but it's not a deciding factor when it comes to a work. if i'm writing a couple that follows an enemies-to-lovers curve, i'm more into the particulars of their conflict than the fact that they're on that curve. many of my friends do like to write that way, and their enthusiasm is great. we're two different kinds of people who both know what we want.
broadly, i like characters who are hypercompetent and have seen too much, and who maybe aren't attracted to each other at first sight. i like mystery plots. i like thriller plots. i like stories that make excuses for their cast to get all dressed up for something. i have simple tastes.
12: if you write in more than one language, what’s the difference?
i'm not skilled enough in any of the languages i've studied to be able to write in them, unfortunately. that said, i do have characters who are bilingual, and that can give me a fun perspective on their dialogue. an introductory knowledge of russian helped me write rosie, because language learners tend to make mistakes based on the structure of their mother tongue. hercule, by contrast, is centuries old, so his english is perfect, but he spoke greek and french before that, along with god knows what else. "bad move" just doesn't sound as sinister as "mauvaise idée." even if you never use it, it makes you think about them differently.
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