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gokartkid · 1 year

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f1 fic rec list

self indulgent! my personal masterlist of hits, also theres 25 of them... 25 days of fic christmas, an advent calendar perhaps!

turn back and return by @rudesses

“No! We are climbing together,” Charles says, because Charles is very generous. He likes to phrase it that way—together. They haven’t climbed together in years.

charles/alex mountaineering au, SUCH good characterisation, the universe is so full and it has this like. longing-not-going-for-it that makes me crazy. THEE chalex fic to me. it holds tension so well and really makes you feel nervous in the high adrenaline moments, and you can tell the care that charles and alex have for each other, and their well established relationship immediately as the fic starts, which i think is so well communicated in so little time!

phantoms and pencil marks by cazio

Pierre woke to a boy sitting next to his bed. Amnesia AU

pierre/charles, amnesia au where pierres been in a accident and has severe amnesia, its written so well from his perspective you can feel his confusion the whole time and its amazing piarles but also a standout character study of pierre it has so many painful moments, i love how pierre he... is meeting charles again and again, but warped and you can see how painful it is for everyone. so so so good. it takes everything i love about amnesia fics and elevates it

Second Star to the Right by @gufettogrigio

It is stupid of Nico to even give Lewis the chance to notice. The hot water kettle is just a bit too heavy at breakfast one morning and Nico loses his grip. Lewis is next to him at the buffet table of the hotel and catches it out of reflex; Nico knows better than to think it’s kindness. He stares at where Nico’s fingers are still refusing to cooperate. "What happened to your hand?" "Nerves" - Nico answers with a shrug, glad for the double meaning in the English phrasing. It's up to Lewis how he wants to interpret it; Nico didn't lie.

nico rosberg/lewis hamilton but also jenson button/nico rosberg but separately, there are alternate endings.

SOO so so iconic, i have reread this multiple times. mind the tags, but it's an incredible nico character study, everyone in this is amazing but especially toto, this line: [Toto laughs, kindly. “You are my World Champion and I’ve only got two of those. I am invested in your continued survival. Always.”] it is everything to me. nicos mentality about himself, his feelings about racing, about the championship, about lewis. wow!

provenance by ecorone

At the end of the world, art curator Lewis Hamilton finds his way back to the artist called no5.

lewis/sebastian, genuinely like. an incredible work of art fic. it's an apocalypse - non driver - surreal fic. its setting is if the end of the world dinosaur times were happening now, and what to do with all your regrets, and follows lewis as the main character. it has so much depth to it, the writing style itself is incredible. the characterisations, the philosophies, the EVERYTHING. i left an insane comment on it just so i could spill my thoughts out better and i can't do it a second time hahaha but i would so so so highly recommend reading, to be honest even if sewis is not your thing just because. imo it is so much more than just a fic about drivers. also read their other stuff bc i do not like lewis/max as a pairing but i will vouch for ecorones interpretation as being. THEE lewis/max thesis.

echo of the future by @tetrapod7

Lewis, once on the path of the Jedi and now in the midst of the Galactic Empire, learns of the chance to save ancient Jedi texts. Max, a stormtrooper, becomes smuggler Daniel Ricciardo's copilot. They too pursue the Jedi texts -- with the hope of selling them to the Empire. Their stories collide at the Jedi Temple on Genbara. As the danger of an Imperial Star Fleet looms large, Max, Daniel, Lewis, Seb, and Jamie have to figure out what matters most to them, what they owe to each other, and devise a plan for an unavoidable space battle with the Empire -- a battle for their future and hopes.

lewis/sebastian max&daniel i will like. forever and always be a star wars guy x i read this in one sitting it made me feel insane everything about it is perfect, all of the storylines running at once then colliding. lewis in this especially is EXCEPTIONAL, r0s-c0 made me laugh so hard when i read it. droids 4eva! the particular sw verse this is is built up perfectly there are SO many details here and so much world building it makes me want to eat it. the entire atmosphere is quintissentially star wars, a mission running on hope and a few credits. amazing <3

in that iron ground by @lilyrizzy

"Maxy,” Daniel says and it sounds like he’s choking. Max frowns, deeper. He crouches in front of Daniel, resting his hands on his bare thighs. Daniel is still only wearing the boxers and undershirt he went to sleep in. Nothing’s changed. “Daniel, what is wrong?” Max repeats. Daniel swallows. I don’t want things to change, he thinks again. “My dad’s dead," he says. Or Daniel takes Max home to Perth for a funeral.

max/daniel incredible scholarship on daniel and max, who they are to each other especially in daniels lowest moment, i love how it... it is the lowest point of daniel that we are seeing which brings out so much depth to his character, and who he is especially behind his like, media/character mask. the characterisation of daniels family, how he struggles to process the grief, the complexities around grief and the consistent running undertone of why-mine-and-not-yours surrounding max and daniels fathers. his internalised homophobia/fear of coming out. amazing

sixteen cadences for children in bloom by distressedgremlin

Pierre flips his cap around and marks it on his calendar: 2021, the year of living selfishly

pierre/charles SUCH A GOOD PIERRE. such a good pierre. he deserves to be selfish and to live selfishly. i think seeing him become so confident is so great in this fic and especially the narrative foils between him, daniil and yuki i love, how he evolves in those relationships, becoming a team leader, becoming someone who HE likes. also obsessed with distressedgremlin's sewis fics. so so so obsessed. the le mans fic is everything to me

constellation falling into place by wraysford

For some reason, the last part is what sticks in Nico’s head, you were quick, in that awed, painfully genuine tone of Lewis’, but, he hastily reminds himself, how fast or slow he was back then doesn’t matter anymore or, wherein Nico goes to university and Lewis races

nico/lewis HEARTBREAKING au to me. nico quits racing and lewis doesn't and they meet again. im obsessed with it as a nico character study and a look inside his strange little brain in this universe... its perfect. the underlying jealous and what-could-have-been in every scene, the way lewis is so. GENUINE about wanting to reconnect with him, it kills me.

tomorrow on every shore by @missyourflight

This season on Below Deck Sailing Yacht... Six weeks. Nine charters. Lots of hot tub stuff. * “Is it not your colour?” Max says. The production team gave the whole crew new uniforms for this season, swapped their usual navy polos for something that apparently pops more on camera. It’s sort of peachy, not Max’s favourite, but it looks good on Daniel. “Please,” Daniel scoffs. “Everything’s my colour.” He bumps his hip into Max. “You weren’t tempted to go with the skort option?” Max bumps back, pretending to consider. “I thought about it, but it’s just not practical on deck, you know?” “Guests are arriving,” Christian says, his smile tight, eyes fixed ahead. “Could we attempt to act like professionals, please?” And then the guests are on the dock, and everyone puts on smiles to greet them, and it’s almost like a normal charter except for all the fucking cameras everywhere.

max/daniel, below deck au, i read this right after binging below deck med so obvs it was perfect. i love everyones characterisation especially christians. + yuki as the chef is perfect. i love the interview sections paired with whats happening in the fic bc its like... i love an unreliable perspective! fantastic au and they are so 3D fleshed out

striving for goodness while the cruel men win by @misonikomi

Lewis had been at a disadvantage. Cruelty had never been bred into her; she had to learn it one piece at a time. When she first started karting, she had tried to blend in with the other kids, an impossible feat. There had been so much violence even then, in the way the kids looked at her, spoke to her, and touched her. She had to learn that violence as well, in order to win

lewis/sebastian, gender swap au, i think one of the first and only i read because i get a bit nervous about them, but incredible, incredible thesis material. the characterisations of lewis and charles and amazing, how they change and are the same as women. perfect narrative foils for each other. sebastian and lewis' relationship in this is fantastic, how lewis' past with nico has affected her into her relationship with seb but also with f1 in general. suzie is standout in this to me, the woman-woman relationships in general are perfect

december makes me quiet by @warriorbarnes

“Hallo?” he greets, and gets to his feet. “There is a snow storm,” are the words he’s met with. He’s taken aback at first, the accented english not what he’d expected, and has to recalibrate his brain from german to english. His brows knit together when he realizes who it is on the other end of the line. “Charles?” he asks. or, right before Christmas, Seb gets an unexpected guest.

sebastian/charles, one of my favourite sebchal fics!!! i think it handles that line between awkwardness and getting to know each other so well. any sebchal fic that has charles being normal around sebastian is immediately inaccurate, we know his complexes! i love to read it... so comforting, being snowed in is THE premise!

lucky thirteen by @azzy421

Being the daughter of the most successful racing driver in the world (retired) comes with a lot of privilege and a few very notable downsides. 1. Dad is famous, and it makes people act weird around him and ask Ayla weird things, like what he eats for breakfast or what deodorant he uses. 2. Sometimes he gets talked into going to Germany for the summer to talk about engines and aerodynamics with Uncle Toto’s team for months on end. And this is only really annoying because - 3. He never, ever wants to talk about racing with Ayla. Ayla, head over heels in love with the world of Formula 1, is determined that she’s going to prove she has what it takes to start karting, even if it means going behind her dad’s back to do it. When she discovers that not only is there a girls-only karting group next to their temporary home in Germany but that it’s being run by four-time World Champion Sebastian Vettel (Ayla’s second-favourite driver of all time) (also retired), she is determined to seize the opportunity with both hands. And, well. Her dad is lonely. Sebastian seems even lonelier. Solving that problem would be a nice bonus.

lewis/sebastian, i also usually never go for kid fics but this one intrigued me and it is SOOO good. seeing lewis through the lens of his kid, her passion for karting and especially his very, very real fear for her entering that world... so so so realistic and good. it has the exact right amount of self indulgence but also reality, i love seeing the 'future of f1' with mick, lando and george, and how lewis to ayla is still first and foremost her dad. sebastian in this is incredible but also this cannot be prophetic because if he did become an f1 hermit it would make me so sad xx

how to get it, how to live it by grandsprix

Alex wants to say no, because - well, because his ex was a closet case, and Charles is the kind of beautiful Alex is going to feel insecure about, and he has half a tub of strawberry cheesecake Haagen Daaz and a rental of Dune waiting for him at home after his shift, and is that worth giving up to give some French twink a blowjob in the staff bathroom? or, Alex works in a gay bar in Soho, and Charles is lost.

alex/charles, obviously love every grandprix chalex fic, but this is my favourite! i am so charmed and in love with charles' characterisation here, his clumsy confidence and how he is immediately offended by alex not wanting to have sex-sex with him haha also alex's like... slow sense of impending doom at becoming closer to him. perfect

come on, starboy by @yekoc

Daniel’s just slinging his bag over his shoulder to head out to the parking lot when there’s a noise behind him, the hollow metallic echo of a locker door slamming. Turning, he sees that kid. Max. The running back who always fumbles. He’s standing in front of the locker he just slammed, muscles tense. His too-big mouth is drawn into a flat line. He has his phone in his hand: he looks at it, puts it in his pocket, and grinds his fist against the bank of lockers in front of him. “Hey,” Daniel says, because he feels creepy now, just looking. The kid looks up at him, startled. “Oh,” he says. “Hi.”

max/daniel, obviously like anyone reading this list will have read this or if you haven't you should?? max and daniel are perfect in this actually perfect. it has that... stuck in a small town that you are outgrowing but will you ever be able to stretch. standout to me: the spectre of max's dad. we hardly see him properly but you can tell the impact he is having on max, and by extent on daniel. this is also possibly my favourite lewis, second only to new wave (new emotion). the way he steals the show for me in every scene he is in, his college aspirations, fears for the future, wanting to gone beyond the simplistic perceptions of him... amazing. number 2 yekoc favourite is glory from a high rise but i am only reccing one per author strictly to not make this list insane

the heartbeat is a hunger by @thelittlebirdthatkeptsomanywarm

2019 FORMULA ONE SPORTING REGULATIONS Art. 34: BONDING Teams are required to register all bonds between drivers with the FIA at the beginning of each season. New bonds must be formally recognized through a bonding ceremony under supervision of at least one FIA representative [...]. Art. 34.1 [added on 1.01.1993] Bonds between drivers competing for different teams are prohibited. I'm so unused to being - well, understood perhaps. - Vladimir Nabokov's first letter to his future wife, Véra

lewis/sebastian, lewis/nico, SUCH a good bonding au... a really interesting look into how dystopian something like this could get, and i think a realistic look into how sports is constantly pushing us to the limit so if there were more ways to do so.... they absolutely would take advantage? lewis and nico's relationship is so interesting here, and seb as the trope inversion is SOOO. it is so well executed.

new wave (new emotion) by nothoughtsjustvibes

In which Max realizes he’s in love with Daniel and flies to Colorado to make it Lewis’s problem. Lewis just wants him to leave – preferably on a plane to Australia.

max/daniel lewis&max, my favourite lewis. ever!!!!!! max in this is STELLAR as well, their relationship is so so funny and so well balanced, i mostly love how... lewis deals with AD21 mentally in this? and how he's like urgh max is here? i will be nice. to hey. max is pretty cool :) in a very organic sense and also lewis being a mentor figure when i have 2022 lh superimposed over 2008-2016 menace lh in my mind is very funny. lewis micromanaging max's problems to fix them is my favourite thing, also every small interaction with charles in here is brilliant.

crude generalisations and vulgar simplifications by @janinaduszejko

Alex remembers attending his first Cabinet meeting - he’d been awed by the imposant room, the history this place held, where wars had been declared, disasters averted and ensured, with its stately inner ring of ministers, surrounded by the bustling outer ring filled with their advisors and assistants. The gratitude he had felt in that moment, being a part of the centre of it all, the place where power housed. Almost six hours later, he’d stumbled out of the stuffy room with George at his side, eyes wide with commiseration as he’d led Alex through the narrow halls. “These ministers.” Alex had said, a hollow look in his eyes. “Are they all-?” “Afraid so.” George’s voice had been kind, but knowing, like he’d expected this and had grimly prepared himself. “Halfwits.” Alex had moaned, as George had patted him on the back in sympathy. “Fools and idiots, every last one of them.”

george/alex, so so osos oso os good. i LOVE a political au i love intrigue i love stupidity i love jargon <3 and this baby has it all!!! i love any kind of misunderstanding/torment in a fic and in this one... alex u are so good at torment <3 george also coming up with the weirdest solution to their workplace romance is SO him. christian horner in this made me laugh a lot. this was i think the start of my galex downfall

steal the air out of my lungs (make me feel it) by @baking-soda

Max has never been so tired in his life. He can’t believe he’s going into call like this, that he couldn’t get to sleep last night. What an idiot. “Hey,” Daniel says, sauntering into a work room balancing a green smoothie and two large coffees from the caf. He puts one in front of Max. “You ready to save lives, Maxy?”

max/daniel obviously like. titular maxiel material, but i read it again and often! i am not a med student by any means but ive done placements in hospitals + medsci papers and reading this was like. it is exactly the feeling! when ur in it and you are a cog in a very big machine made for helping people and it is the most exhausting thing you have ever done but the most fulfilling... max in this fic is so so so amazing. the dissonance between how he sees himself and everyone else around him sees him. scenes that stick with me: when hes going to text his dad about the intubation but then he deletes everything because he thinks it wasn't impressive even though he had just been riding high. and every scene where he comforts the rookies but he like.. doesn't even realise himself he's doing it. to him he is being normal. love <3

Invent us as we were (real tears, hard love) by diamondcrystalink

“Seb, aren't you freaked out?” Every human who doesn’t work with mimic engineering hates seeing mimics down to their components, it's said to ruin the illusion. Sebastian didn't even hesitate to help him. “Why would I be? It's just you,” Sebastian replied without much thought, his concentration on shaping the lattice to the gash. - Charles is an android who should have had his memory wiped at the start of the season per regulation, Ferrari decided otherwise. Sebastian doesn't know.

sebastian/charles, android-au-i-love-you! illegal ferrari goings on i love you!!! i am forever and always a sci fi lover and this hits all the spots for me, the idea of charles as the golden boy of ferrari because he was literally made crafted and perfected by them, the ethics/philosophies of being an android (charles hating remembering that he is), the way it starts and ends with a dream as well, bookended perfectly. so so good

the alps by @grandprix-ao3

Yuki catches his first glance of Pierre somewhere without him in pre-season testing. He’s blue and pink, he’s glowing, a flat-brimmed cap with Alpine’s A emblazoned on it sitting backwards on his head. Pierre and his sunglasses, the microphones in his face, the questions, the novelty, the half-arrogant grins. “He looks different in pink,” Liam remarks, halfway to a joke. Yuki hates it. It reminds him of all the distance between them, all the words he’s too scared—too late to say. There’s a gap between them, now. It's mountainous. It’s brutal.

yuki/pierre, this is one of my favourite all time yukierre fics so i couldn't not include it. every single thing about it is perfect, yuki struggling with his feelings, the way he and pierre are drawn to each other again and again. the struggle with what people seem to see so easily and making that real. ALL TIME!

cleaner better breed by @toastandvegemite

The lights inside the glass box turned on and Daniel saw the android for the first time. Something hooked in his chest. “Did they have to make it look so real?” he murmured to Michael, turning his head slightly. (RedBull builds a robot driver. They call it Max.)

max/daniel this had me on the edge of my seat the whole time, the idea already of technology displacing high risk/reward activities like sport is so fascinating combined with the fact that sports is such a political tool in terms of soft power, almost unmatched, so how to wield that soft power effectively with a robot? make him a bit human and likeable. all of daniels internal monologues feel so true to form throughout this fic, and the ending. AGH! catch! love this au

Everything I do, I'm gonna think of you by @misonikomi

Charles's eyes scan up and down his body, expression somewhat unimpressed. Seb takes inventory of himself. Nondescript jeans, gray Puma sneakers, plain gray t-shirt. Not much to look at, he admits. Or: Charles is Bella Hadid, if Bella Hadid used to kart and was also a bit disillusioned with modeling, and Seb is still Seb.

sebastian/charles, SUCH A GOOD AU!!! i love fashion and i love f1... this is like a perfect in between. a really really good charles character study again i love taking the drivers out of their... natural habitats! and this as well, it doesn't shy away from how charles in this universe has lead to quitting karting, homophobia, gender etc. and sebastian is so unabashedly seb and them learning how to be together and charles gradually showing more of himself... the modelling world in this as well is so rich. its so good!!!

home (is wherever I'm with you) by actparci

On the drive back to the hotel Max had turned to him, blue eyes fierce and piercing. “Promise me you won’t stop being angry. You’re angry because you know what you can do. Use it, control it, let it fuel you. Other people won’t understand but that doesn’t matter, you know what you’re capable of.” You and me, he’d seemed to say, we’re the same. Charles wonders now how he ever thought Max wouldn’t understand. Or: Charles leaves Ferrari, tries to win a championship, and learns some things about belonging. All the while, Max is there

max/charles, i do not read much lestappen at all but this was amazing. charles moving to red bull and its done so well, because. i am a forza-ferrari-forza-charles guy forever but i am also addicted to alternate universes! all of the moments where there are differences between the teams, having the cheesy but so emotionally cathartic races and interactions and wins... its too good!

For the thrill of it all by @boxboxlewis

Charles unfolds from his headstand with cervine grace and stands up. “Geooooorge,” he says slowly. “George, George… George.” His eyebrows fly up, and he narrows his eyes at Alex. “Your friend who needs a place to stay for a few days, he is George? The George from your classes? That one? Posh George?”

george/alex, this is a series so technically cheating... essential george characterisations here! they are both so british (deeply derogatory) all of the dialogue is so perfect!!! i love their dynamic as flatmates, charles i love you but if i were flatting with him id kill him xx [If this were real, if they were dating, he wouldn’t fuck George, not tonight; he would draw it out, the anticipation, he would allow them the luxury of a long slow discovery. As it is he pulls back] my favourite line because alex is in every universe deluded. that boy loves you!

transmotion by heroics

Vettel's eyes fly to Lewis's, and he looks as shocked as Lewis feels. Then he grins. "You again." "Me again," Lewis says. He's lived in Frankfurt nearly four years now, and the German feels clumsy on his tongue in a way it hasn't since those first few months.

sebastian/lewis, literally what can i say. football, fashion designer au. the sebastian in this fic is so well fleshed out, and i love how its the.. uncertainty of being between stages in life, and how they struggle as adults with their relationship. lewis having moments of unintentional cruelty that they have to pull apart, and sebastian the same, the perils of homophobia in sport. charles and pierre in this i love, when pierre and lewis talk about his fashion show. pierre is a lh fanboy in every universe!

okay. that's it! they are literally in no order and also so muddled i am so sorry. if you are on this list i am such a big fan of you and just want to show my appreciation xx

#fic rec #f1 #chalex #sewis #maxiel #galex #yukierre #sebchal #brocedes #piarles #f1 rpf #cl16 #sv5 #aa23 #mv33 #dr3 #gr63 #yt22 #pg10 #lh44

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The Long Game

A/n: Life has been kicking my ass lately 😮‍💨 Here's a very self-indulgent oneshot that I wrote while I should've been working on my next chapter of Developpe 😉🫠

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The loud music thrummed through the house. Suddenly, the sharp ringing that you'd grown accustomed to pierced your eardrums, as it had many times before. Grimacing and putting your hand not holding a drink up to your ear, you decided to venture out onto the porch for some relief. Weaving through the crowd, you pushed your way out the front door.

Vanessa's house parties were known to get a little crazy - not to mention crowded. Breathing in the fresh air that hit your nostrils, you glanced to your right at the empty porch swing. You surveyed the yard from the porch, seeing no one in sight. You sighed and walked over to the swing, slouching down in it. Your muscles were achy and tired from a long day at work. You hadn't particularly wanted to come to this party tonight, but Vanessa had a way of talking you into things.

It was a warm summer night, and the only noise out here, aside from the obnoxiously loud music in the house, was the chirping of crickets. If you closed your eyes, leaned your head back in the swing, and listened carefully, even beside the window, you could hear it. You don't know how long you stayed that way, with your eyes closed, letting the crickets urge you to sleep. The sound of the front door opening and music spilling out startled you to attention.

Jonah. He was standing at the door, holding a beer. He looked puzzled, seeing your slumped form out on the porch swing. You quickly sat yourself up, realizing that you'd almost let your drink topple out of your hand. You cleared your throat and rubbed your wet palm over your jeans.

"(Y/N)? Is everything alright?"

The question was unexpected. You stilled as soon as the sound hit your ears. Jonah was part of your friend group, had been for about 2 years, but he was the one that you knew the least. Anytime that you'd had the chance to be alone with the man, he'd fixed you with an icy glare and a cool demeanor. Not exactly inviting. He intimidated you, so you stayed away from him; even if you found him insanely attractive.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just tired," you excused before you sipped your drink, looking out at the grassy lawn.

For some reason, you had the unsettling feeling that Jonah's gaze never strayed from you.

"Did you fall asleep out here, alone? You should be more careful. There are a lot of people here tonight."

He was right. You knew it. But Jonah had always rubbed you the wrong way. His statement, however true it may be, made you bristle. You cleared your throat and met his eyes.

"I'm fine. I can handle myself. Plus, I highly doubt that anyone wants to kidnap me. They'd bring me back," you snapped.

Jonah said nothing, but stepped in your direction. The movement, as slight as it was, made you feel threatened. Cornered. On edge. You rose to your feet. You wanted to go back inside, away from Jonah. You tried to push past him, but he delicately caught your wrist. Firm enough to get your attention, but not firm enough to hurt. Pausing and blinking down at your wrist, your eyes rose to his. His face was serious, and his eyes showed something that could almost be described as concern.

"You should be more careful," he whispered, inching his face closer to yours.

"And you should get more sleep. I know that you just got a promotion at work, but don't overdo it."

You realized you'd been watching his lips. Flicking your eyes back to his cool blue ones, you furrowed your brow.

"Why do you do that? Completely ignore my existence, and then drop random information from time to time, like you know all about my life?"

You yanked your wrist out of his grasp. Jonah let you.

"Ariel, Sebastian, they're all worried about you. They say you've been working too much," he finally glanced away from your face, taking another swig of his beer, and acting uninterested in the conversation he initiated.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks and you scoffed.

"Well, despite what they think, I'm fine," you spat.

Moving to shoulder your way past him, you were surprised again when Jonah whirled you to face him, his hands grabbing your jacket. He must have set his beer down. Before you could protest, you were face to face with him. You sucked in a sharp breath. You blinked, once, twice, as your eyes roved over his face. You didn't want to move, didn't want to speak, didn't want to breathe. Jonah's face was a mere inch or two from yours. Could you get away from him? Yes. Did you really want to? No.

"What's the matter," Jonah teased. "All that bark and no bite?"

His tone was dripping with condescendion.

"What're you doing, Jonah?" That was all you could muster.

Jonah sighed, drooping his head slightly, before sweeping his gaze back up to yours.

"Aren't you tired of it, (Y/N)? The cat and mouse game?"

You were completely lost.

"What cat and mouse game?" You practically squeaked.

Jonah rolled his eyes.

"Come on, (Y/N). You've had your fun. I don't mind the long game. I can be very patient, but you've made me wait for long enough."

Dropping your gaze to his lips again, lust clouded your vision.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you mumbled.

You were surprised he heard it.

"Really?" Jonah fixed you with an incredulous look.

When you had no reaction, still staring at his lips, Jonah pushed them forward, ghosting them over yours.

"Well then, leave. Walk away. I won't stop you."

You instinctively slacked your jaw, feeling his breath fan across the lower half of your face. Jonah's hooded eyes carefully studied yours. When you finally peeked up at him again through your eyelashes, Jonah saw a spark in them. Urgently molding your mouth to his, you reached beside you to the window sill, setting your glass down, so that you could wrap both arms around his neck.

The kiss was passionate. Ravenous even. Jonah's hand came up to your throat, squeezing it possessively. When you moaned into his mouth, Jonah startled away from you.

"Shit, (Y/N). We have to stop."

You were still leaning forward in the empty space he left behind. Your face was now the picture definition of confusion.

"What the hell do you mean?"

The arousal between your legs made you press your thighs together.

"I...I don't want to move too fast with you," Jonah shoved his hand through his hair and you swore he whispered fuck.

"Like I said, I don't mind the long game. I just got carried away for a moment. I've been drinking."

Still stunned and utterly confused, you suddenly withdrew into yourself. Fixing your posture and crossing your arms over your chest, you took another second to look at Jonah before you turned to leave the porch and walk to your car. You hadn't drank much of anything, so you had no problem driving. If Jonah said anything, you didn't hear it over the music from the party inside.

Shifting your car into reverse, you cursed yourself for kissing him. Why did you do that? Sure, it was tempting. He was dark and mysterious. He may just so happen to be exactly your type. But he was in your friend group. You shouldn't have crossed that line.

Shedding your clothes as soon as you entered your apartment, you plopped into bed, and pulled the cover over your head.

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The next time you saw Jonah, three days later, he showed up at the restaurant where you'd met Vanessa for dinner. Meeting his eyes as he approached the booth, you kicked Vanessa under the table.

"Ow!" She grimaced at you.

"What the hell? I thought we were having dinner alone?" You sneered at her.

"What? It's just Sebastian and Jonah," she shrugged. "They were in the area."

As the two men approached your table, you cleared your throat, and grabbed your water. You politely smiled at Sebastian when he said hello, but you didn't let your eyes drift to Jonah. You watched with dread as Sebastian slid into the booth next to Vanessa.

No, no, no. Shit.

You felt Jonah's warmth radiating at your side as he slid on the bench next to you. Speaking of warmth, was it hot in here? You were suddenly sweating. While Vanessa and Sebastian were chatting, you examined your water glass. You felt eyes on you the entire time. Jonah's soft voice broke the silence.

"(Y/N), how are you?"

The question annoyed you. Finally meeting his persistent gaze, you tried to hold your chin up.

"I'm great. How are you?"

Jonah smirked.

"Great. It's funny, the last few days, I keep thinking of this woman that kissed me at the party the other night," he replied coolly.

Your eyes blew wide and you looked to your friends across the table to make sure they hadn't heard him. Lucky for you, they were still engrossed in their animated conversation. Licking your lips, you flicked your gaze back to Jonah's. Jonah spoke again before you got the chance.

"She left though. Left me on the porch, practically with my dick in my hand."

You swallowed and made sure, once again, that your friends had not overheard. They were still talking. You narrowed your eyes at Jonah.

"Hush. Don't say that so loud," you scolded. "And yes, I did leave you on the porch. You told me to stop, so I stopped."

Jonah's eyebrows knitted. You hated how much you wanted to soothe that crease out with your thumb.

"I said we should stop. I didn't mean solely you. I was rather enjoying where that was going, before you bailed."

It was your turn to furrow your brow. You crossed your arms over your chest defensively, just like you had the other night. The movement didn't go unnoticed by Jonah. His eyes dipped down to your arms and chest.

"I bailed because you said the word stop," you clarified.

"I shouldn't have kissed you in the first place. It's not like we know each other well. I'm sure you're probably used to women throwing themselves at you, but I don't chase. Especially when I don't even know much about you."

Jonah's eyes bounced between yours, like he was looking for something. Whatever it was, he must have found it. Amusement slid over his face.

"I'm flattered that you think so highly of me. Unfortunately, I've cut out the women who throw themselves at me in the last couple of years."

You stared at Jonah for a second, puzzled. Noticing your expression, he continued.

"You see, it was about this time a couple of years ago that I met this one particular woman. She didn't take much notice of me. I think I scared her off initially. She misread my anxiety as vanity. She never got close to me, but I kept up with her. I admired her. Her grit. Her hard work. Her determination. She's a spitfire in a small package, after all," Jonah smiled.

"So imagine my surprise when, the other night, I found her alone out on the porch. I approached her, and she kissed me. Just like that. Like she'd secretly been craving it all this time, too," Jonah angled his eyes at your face.

"Then I realized that I was being too intimate with her. I'd gotten too excited and skipped several steps. No decent man would treat her like that before taking her out on a date at least, right? But just as quickly as it happened, it ended, and she left. I'm sure you can imagine my disappointment."

Clenching your hand over your chest, you realized that your eyes were slightly teary. Glancing across the table, you found your friends wide-eyed, completely immersed in your conversation now. They looked dumbfounded.

Giggling at their expressions, you turned back to Jonah. He met you with a small smile, gauging your reaction to his speech. You uncrossed your arms and scooted closer to him on the bench. Letting your thumb reach up and smooth out the crinkle between his brows, you found him still staring at you. Those crystal blue eyes reminded you of the ocean. You could get lost in them. Letting out a laugh at the intensity of the moment, you pressed your lips to his.

#jonah hauer king fanfiction #jonah hauer king x reader #jonah hauer king x y/n #jonah hauer king imagine #jonah hauer king smut #jonah hauer king #the little mermaid 2023 #my stuff #jonah hauer king x fem reader

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Now that I'm talking about history sklslsldldld here's another post...

Historical accuracy in fanworks - why?

A recurring thing w me is that people get annoyed with how obsessed I am with historical accuracy 😭😅 Like people have had to physically restrain me from doing 5 hours of research for a throwaway line in a fanfic, and one friend and I once had an hour long argument about word choice... But unfortunately I am just Like This lmao.

The thing is though, it's not because of any inherent sense of superiority or anything like that lol, I just have preferences. Also, I'm not the kind of person that needs everything to be 100% accurate all the time, I can still have fun JAPFLDPGPF. Basically, for me it comes down to a few things:

1. Suspension of disbelief / immersion

With historical fiction, the "he would not fucking say that" kicks in w dialogue easier than w something set in the modern day. Sometimes it's because of glaringly modern language (a 19th century guy going "sup" or something xD) but other times it's because a character is way too familiar with people of a different class, or acts/dresses/speaks too casually in general.

My hugest pet peeve with this are character names for side characters that the author made up 😭😭😭😭😭 As a non-native English speaker I don't really get the urge to insert random English names into my stories even when the stories are in English, I always look up the historical context and try to use names that a parent would give their child in that context. I'm sorry for naming and shaming but in one tdv fic Alfred's surname was Smith and I had to put down my phone because it broke my immersion so badly xD

2. Enjoyment

Historical accuracy can also be a characterisation thing!!! With crown prince rudolf of austria specifically his whole appeal as a character comes from his neuroses, and his neuroses are the specific way they are because of his specific position and status, and all that those entail in his historical context. It makes a story so much more interesting if these are properly taken into account 👀

3. What's the purpose of fanfic?

To me personally the purpose of writing and posting FANfic, as opposed to writing other stories, is threefold:

Making a point about the original story (is it a fix-it fic? An AU reimagining? A canon-compliant elaboration on something I think could expand upon a character's personality or two characters' relationship? These approaches all comment on the original work and its themes and characters.)

Personal enjoyment/self indulgence (I write what I would like to read)

Hopefully connecting with other fans (persuading them to see my Vision re specific characters/relationships, the setting, or the work as a whole; keeping the fandom alive; inspiring other people to make fanwork; providing entertainment; finding people who are the same kind of insane as you and making friends)

To me, putting historical accuracy into my fic or drawing inspiration from history fulfills all of these goals. With the first one: the original work usually comments on its era in some way as well, so drawing inspiration for the fic from that era complements it and keeps them grounded together. IRL history can also give you fun ideas to put in. W the second one: I love late 19th century history specifically and historical accuracy is my kink KSLFPEPDOFO. W the third one: I like sharing weird/funny/interesting historical facts w people so we can enjoy them together 😌 I also like Informing people of things that happened in history so hopefully they can have as much fun w the knowledge as I do. I try not to do this unsolicitedly and in general try to avoid criticising anyone for historical inaccuracies without being asked to because that's boring, I'm not trying to be cinema sins here

4. Exceptions

Sometimes historical inaccuracy is more fun than historical accuracy, though this is highly personal - you just have to do what you think is best and accept that something you enjoy might be something that breaks another person's suspension of disbelief (and hence makes them not enjoy the story). My personal metrics are roughly:

Sojblfpldlpf fun fact an unnamed person and I had a conversation about rudolf's probably not existing [redacted] register last night and while writing a fic about it would be historically inaccurate, the conclusions we arrived at about it were pretty funmy and interesting. With gay and homosexual implications

One of my favourite pastimes is to comb over crown prince rudolf's life and purposefully misinterpret random things as gay KSOGODPFOTK 😌😌😌 it's a good way to get fic ideas. So um yeah idk where I was going with this post haha

#writing #fanfiction

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ciaossu-imagines · 5 months

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Any Kusakabe and u Xmas HC?

Holy, you spoil me so frigging much, Martha! I love you and this ask and thank you for the chance of getting to be delightfully self-indulgent!

Oh boy, you bet your ass I have lots of Christmas headcanons for me and Kusakabe. I love the man and he is definitely a fictional character where, even when I'm not using him as a fictional other, I'm using him as one of my fictional best friends.

So, as anyone who knows me or has read this blog in previous years has learned about me is that I absolutely frigging adore Christmas. It stresses me out to insane degrees, but it is tied with Halloween as my favourite day of the year. Everything about Christmas, the magic and wonder and peace on earth and peace to all mankind build-up around it, just makes me happy and strangely nostalgic for things I've never experienced and only seen in movies and Norman Rockwell paintings.

I start my Christmas decorating ridiculously early, something Kusakabe likes to tease me about and kind of grumps about. He points out that…it's legit November fucking first, we really don't need to be digging up the many boxes of Christmas decorations yet. We really, really don't. Like, can't you at least wait until after Remembrance Day to which I always reply with 'Halloween is over; it's fucking Christmas bitch!' with the exact same confidence and sass as Britney Spears when she said 'it's Britney, bitch!'

He does grump but Kusakabe is great at getting all the boxes down from the higher shelves before I even have the time to think of getting a chair. He picks up all the heavy boxes and brings them out for me too, telling me it would really help him out if I'd grab the awkwardly shaped but really light boxes.

Because this man is stupidly strong, and he seems the type who would lift weights just to make sure he can pick my fat ass up, he lifts me up to put the Santa hat on the top of my tree instead of risking me falling off the chair or taking the joy away from me of putting the tree topper on.

Kusakabe has not a shred of aesthetic value or appreciation though and leaves the overall decorating scheme of the year up to me.

I do see Kusakabe as someone who has learned to be a really good cook and a decent baker. Hibari is such a finicky, fussy eater that sometimes the only way he gets fed is if Kusakabe makes his meals just so, so Kusakabe learned kitchen skills. Skills that come in useful not just for helping me do all the Christmas baking, but the jam and pickle making, for the care packages full of goodies that we go and deliver to friends and family the week leading up to Christmas proper.

And because he knows just how hard the big family supper will be for me, he makes sure that we have a Christmas supper all our own done on Boxing Day or Christmas Eve, whichever one I'm feeling more like that year. We spend hours together putting it together and making a fun time out of it, singing along to Christmas carols and sometimes dancing in the kitchen.

And that big family supper? Food was highly weaponized by my mother first and then by my step-father and his family growing up. My portions were heavily restricted growing up, always less than my sister's, and there were chairs I was plain out told I was too fat to sit in growing up, that I would break them. I still have a lot of anxiety around eating at big family suppers, though therapy has made things better when it comes to my family.

Kusakabe plates for me, keeping the portions small enough that my mother won't kick up too much fuss, and abruptly changing the subject if she or my sisters bring up my weight or the food or anything like that, shutting them down without causing drama to erupt. He drove me to and from the meal so that we don't have to stay overly long, and he tucked a Tupperware container in the back seat before we left without me realizing it, with slices of freshly made bread in it and little containers full of butter and jam, as a special treat for surviving the supper to eat on the way home.

He gives me head pats and lets me lay my head in his lap and fall asleep on Christmas night as we watch It's a Wonderful Life and I am just perfectly happy and content and I feel spoiled and full of goodwill and joy towards all of mankind.

#replies #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #self-shipping headcanons #headcanons #kusakabe tetsuya #self indulgence #i love this man

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mbti-notes · 2 years

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Anon wrote: hello! i really appreciate your work and it's helping me a lot. i think i'm an infj (i can't be sure yet but i'm 100% sure about having an inferior Se). this is a bit long but i came here with the hope that you can help me.

i was emotionally and verbally abused by one of my parents for about one year. the other one was supportive of me through it all but yeah it damaged me in a lot of ways anyway. before the abuse started, i went through a break up. i didn't love the person but it broke my heart to hurt someone else's. instead of crying i went to exercise to physically exert all the intensity i was feeling.

after the abuse started though, i got uncharacteristically defiant and really stood up for my beliefs unlike anytime before (probably never before). it's like i had been suppressing so much all my life, something inside of me just finally snapped. i ended up giving into the intensity and it made me feel incredibly drained afterwards but back then i just couldn't stop responding even though i didn't want to.

i just wanted to feel "in control" of my life. and not in the ways you would expect reckless teenagers to- in the way that i needed my own structure and didn't want someone else to micromanage me (constantly taunt me despite me doing everything right or at least in a way i knew would make everyone happy). they weren't emotionally consistent and often forced very contradicting advice. they controlled the environment in a way that made me feel like "all doors are closed." that mislead and confused me often.

for the context, this parent had been away for most of our lives and only when they came back did i see the abusive side of them. they had also abused the other parent in the past till they got su1c1dal and till this day mock them for getting treatment.

i slowly got tired of everything. i stopped giving attention to any unnecessary and illogical criticism thrown at me but also not act like i'm ignoring it + stopped telling them why they were being illogical and selfish. they stopped paying attention to me as well and that gave me more space to go back to my natural agreeable self but unlike my normal self now i had lost my inner vision (that used to drive me) and had trouble with responsibilities.

through this though, there was a constant confusion and even though i started "seeming" like my natural self i still felt a whole tornado of confusion relating to who i was inside of me. during the time it was happening, i wasn't feeling like myself, i felt so hyperactive it was insane. i couldn't sit and focus on studying for more than 20 minutes at a time at first. it was like an out of body experience.

keeping the abuse aside and looking at how it was affecting me: i ended up with highly unrealistic dreams. the only thing i saw myself channeling my energy included sensory indulgence (in my case physical exertion, despite not taking care of needs like good sleep, remembering to stay hydrated etc.) so i felt like i couldn't study and maybe i should just do a career that included it. wrong move, obviously.

after the abuse stopped: as i slowly started making friends, started asking myself important questions like "what are my values?" "how will my future career support my values?" "what exactly am i going to do with the hobby (that was my escape during tough times) that i want to turn into a career?" i realised that i wasn't on my path. my future career WOULD NOT make me or my loved ones happy so i changed my path back to my original path. the path that i was always going to follow before any of the bs happened, before that parent happened.

fast forward to my problem: one of my friends that i made after the abuse stopped was helping me with my anxieties by talking it out and stuff. i never told them anything about what happened, we only talked about my anxiety relating to the future. i had trouble getting stuff now unlike when none of this had happened and talking it out with them always put me at ease which helped me focus and calm down UNTIL i started getting burdening. it's like i started venting about things that didn't actually matter to me so i could avoid talking about the actual issue but at the same time let out the heat.

i mean mental/emotional health troubles can't exactly be solved like this right? i did the famous infj door slam on them (not that i wanted to but i couldn't bear the thought of burdening someone else with my issues and in that moment i was so unhealthily attached i couldn't stop myself so i just had to do it, i wanted my sense of independence back). my friendships had never been codependent before. this was new and surprising and deeply i'm ashamed of it.

right now, i'm supposed to be focusing on my dreams till i have the opportunity in front of me but i feel like i'm trapped. i got back into overindulging (this time through binging on food and netflix and sometimes i go on an hour walks while listening to music- maybe the latter is harmless though). so yeah, i keep distracting and fooling myself. i'm no more inspired like i was when i had my friend (or when i was younger and none of this had happened and i had my own vision to run after) but i didn't know this would happen if i left them. could i really depend on someone else to keep me inspired?

i just don't know what to do anymore. i've got much lesser time but i still want to do something but i got stuck in my old unhealthy ways of dealing with things again. the supportive parent (they're an istj) keeps trying to ground me and remind me to work hard but i'm not able to bring myself to do it. i see the potential in the opportunity but everything "feels" hopeless. not fulfilling their expectations hurts me as well + they were my dreams to begin with, which they treat like their own 🥺 i feel tired of my own self.

it feels like an out of body experience again but i don't want to miss this opportunity. i have a friend to go back to and this time as a friend not a whining broken child, a parent to make proud. i just want to be my normal self again and i want to meet my potential. i know i can do it i just don't know how to get myself out of this, whatever this is.

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Abuse is not nothing. It's extremely stressful to be actively treated as though you don't matter. One does not simply "get over" such trauma at the snap of a finger. Cut yourself some slack. Have compassion for yourself in the same way you would have compassion for anyone being bullied or abused, especially a child with no power to change the situation.

It is well-documented that when people are under extreme stress, their brains lose the ability to function well, which means they lose the ability to make truly rational decisions. On top of that, the pent up negative emotions (like frustration, despair, anger) have to go somewhere. Through tertiary loop and inferior grip, they manifest in highly distorted thinking patterns and out-of-control behavior.

This isn't to say that you aren't morally responsible for behaving badly - stress isn't a license/excuse to behave badly. It is to say that bad behavior is sometimes very understandable. Context matters. Through understanding where bad behavior comes from, the root of it, you can look at yourself and others with empathy. Instead of judging and blaming, you can use the experience to grow, and you can properly address the problems that led to the bad behavior.

In order to move on from bad experiences, you have to find a way to resolve them in your mind, to find some kind of closure. Many people say closure isn't possible because you can't change the past, but closure isn't about changing, ignoring, denying, running from, or resenting the past. As long as you still have very strong feelings and emotions about the past that haven't been properly processed, it's hard to move on.

Generally speaking, to achieve closure, you have to:

confront and process your feelings/emotions honestly (therapy may be a good idea)

address any long-running problems that caused or contributed to the bad experience

put the past in the right perspective that allows you to gracefully accept what happened

make a conscious choice to close the chapter and look forward to something better, with fresh eyes and an open heart

accept the fact that obtaining closure is often an ongoing process (and not some sudden epiphany that magically frees you from all pain)

As long as you're able to embrace your past as important experiences that contributed to your growth as an individual, negative memories can be laid to rest. You don't want to feel dogged by bad memories forever, right? Perhaps you haven't recovered or healed properly because you haven't properly addressed the past.

-Have you been able to make peace with the experience of being a victim? Do you understand that it was never your fault and you didn't deserve it? Do you understand that the abuse ultimately wasn't about you but actually a manifestation of the abuser's psychological problems? Do you understand that when something isn't about you, the best thing to do is step back, avoid taking it too personally, and view the entire situation more objectively?

-Have you made peace with the friend you doorslammed? Did you make amends or atone for your negative/hurtful behavior? Whether or not you can revive the friendship, it seems you at least owe your friend some honest reflection on what happened between you? If they are truly a friend, they should be able to understand and empathize. They should want to lay hard feelings to rest as well.

-Are you doing enough to honor yourself and your needs? If not, you won't feel at peace. If you want to live a meaningful and fulfilling life, you have to build your life from the ground up properly. The first step is to care well for your physical and mental health. Are you doing what it takes to get this foundation of yours in order, so that you can then build the house you truly want to build for yourself? When you don't take care of yourself, you won't have the right frame of mind to make good decisions, and you won't have the energy to walk very far.

-Do you have something to aspire to? It's hard to get moving in life without some kind of goal to work toward, something to look forward to every day. It doesn't have to be a "grand" plan. Start with a series of small steps, like establishing a better physical routine or improving certain skills. Work your way up to bigger steps as your recovery progresses and you have more energy for bigger goals. Make incremental progress in life to gradually build self-esteem and self-confidence.

#infj #abuse #trauma #recovery #healing #past #closure #stress #loop #grip #ask

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 2 years

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BOOGA :: Art car

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I lack the peace of simple things. I am never wholly in place. I find no peace or grace. We sell the world to buy fire, our way lighted by burning men. -Wendell Berry

The only reason to do this stuff is for the relationships. My collaborators over the years on this project are among the core of my weird extended chosen family. There's no way to name names without leaving people out. Everybody mattered. The mark of family is that you still love each other after driving each other insane with unreasonable behavior because you are there to grow together. I believe that we all made something beautiful and highly improbably pop off this year at the burn better than we ever have before on any other project, after working together for years. I cherish all of these relationships deeply, and tending them was at the core of my burn this year.

This stuff is incredibly fun and incredibly hard and takes all day if you invest wholeheartedly in contributing to the event. As with most things in life, the bigger the investment, the more fun you have and the more you learn. My primary $$$ clients (I don't get paid for working on Thunder Gumbo) are also burners and producers who understand why I'm doing what I've done, and I'm very lucky to have them help make it possible. I lost five pounds, and have probably eaten about 200,000 calories since getting back to Reno six days ago. I gave a couple thousand dollars and a few months of my life and efforts to hard work on the project this year between helping produce on three major fundraiser parties (with two more to come this fall), a kickstarter campaign, a thirty five person camp (with kitchen / shower / shade / lounge / workshop / car parking), and an elaborate trucking, breakdown, and financial reconciliation process that is still going on.

The event wouldn't have been the same without investing in it so heavily-- sometimes the object of devotion isn't as important as the devotion to seeing things through in general, no matter what it takes. Even if it means that I was tending to my responsibilities to the point that I brought out a record player and a stack of vinyl, three decks of tarot cards, and a six foot inflatable hamster ball without using any of them once.

Like most difficult things, Burning Man is not for everybody. There's lots of goofy stuff about lots of the tribes that go, it's a pretty self indulgent event in a city that gentrifies steadily every year, some of the internal politics are extremely wack, it is expensive and dangerous and time consuming and classist and dusty. I acknowledge all these things and remain a fan regardless.

Every critique of Burning Man is true, and I honor the festival for being able to contain everything-- it is a Tantra, not a Sutra. It has, love, hate, beauty, ugliness, skill and lack therof, computer programmers who call themselves spanky and dress up as gay aliens, impoverished mystics, kind older people, children, fire spinners, burnouts, prodigies, trolls, real danger, injury, sex, death, cops, life, freedom, an FAA sanctioned airport and a functioning post office, dubstep, waffles. I guess I like that there's a little something for everybody.

My experience at the burn this year was extremely life affirming, but I feel no need to fetishize the experience. I was there and now I am here. It was a great party. There is no way I can give as much of myself to this set of tribal forces next year, having joyous demands on my time in the temporary city of New York like professional development and yoga teacher training, but it has been an incredible ride and I regret nothing. I am completely energized by all that has transpired, and am ready to make my entire life the best it can possibly be every day that I am alive on this planet.

[Shalin Scupham 20 Sept, 2015]

#Burning Man #art car #BOOGA #festival in the desert #Black Rock City #S.A.A.S.

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my-time-at-brainrot · 1 year

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more my time at sandrock ocs :)

having quite a bit of fun going a little insane over the whole... knives out update implications and ended up writing/doodling a new dude and settling on a design for the Schrodinger's save character

also yeah this is. super ultra mega woohoo self-indulgent and absolutely off the walls AU territory but i’m already so starving for content, i have to entertain myself somehow ;w;

cut cause it’s a little long and out of focus lol, no game spoilers i think(?) and i spilled tea on my sketchbook, then attempted to cover it up with hasty terrible blood spatter in the first image which really only made it worse :)

Name: Armaros (Rose) (they/she) Age: 24 From: Atara Occupation: Farmhand/Technician, Alliance agent Likes: Poetry, birds, hot noodles Dislikes: Snow

Bio: Armaros was born to well respected academics in Atara, who passed shortly after her 5th birthday in a railway accident. Whilst in school, she learned the Alliance’s formal sign language to communicate (as she is physiologically mute), and demonstrated an eerie, prodigy-level skill with weapons, especially rapiers. Of course, this was only against striking dummies, but certain war-hungry (or war-adverse depending on your viewpoint) officials saw an opportunity where most others saw a child. She was quickly removed from her orphanage, and trained for the purposes of a highly classified investigation. Rose would be sent with a “doctor” to Highwind at 11, under the pretense of him being her “father”. Although her “father” was against the Church, he would comfort her with scripture and children’s tales he learned from his time in Meidi.

In the present, Rose is a close friend to Sonia and Lily, who are Builders in Sandrock. While visiting, she establishes a pen pal adjacent relationship with Owen that slowly turns intimate through their letters. After about another year, she will return to Sandrock sharing her true purpose: finding and eliminating Juno.

Personality: Rose is a very bright, cheery person. Simply, they are happy when others are happy. They do have a “serious” mode, but that’s reserved for the hours she bills Atara for.

Name: Zerachiel (Zera) (he/him) Age: 41 From: Meidi Occupation: Travelling “doctor”, Alliance agent, Armaros’ interpreter Likes: Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, maybe hot chocolate, but mostly coffee Dislikes: Filth, unorganized spaces

Bio: Zerachiel from a young age was designated by his family to serve in the Church of the Light as a minister. He wholeheartedly accepted this, and served to the best of his ability, focusing his little free time on traditional medicine. That is, until a certain traumatizing incident shook his faith to the core and led him away from the Church, and Meidi as a whole. If Duvos was keen to exploit Old World relics, then the Church’s staunch position would inevitably lead to the subjugation and deaths of many. No matter how certain believers and ministers spun their interpretations of the scripture, Zera firmly believes that the Church’s doctrine had more potential for harm than anything else. Why, it’s because of the red tape set up by the Church that medicinal progress has lagged behind. With this worldview, Zera made his way to Lucien to enlist as a soldier, however the officials there saw better use of his talents as a field doctor, an assignment he happily accepted and excelled in. Soon after, he would become embroiled in a highly classified investigation straight from Atara, sending him to Highwind with a mute child of barely 11, pretending that she was his “daughter”.

In the present, Zera accompanies Rose nearly every place she goes as her interpreter, with the notable exception of her first Sandrock visit. Rose had avoided visiting Sonia in Sandrock further by blaming “her father’s overprotectiveness”, so Zera has played this role well.

Personality: Can be excitable about medicine (and quick to anger over doctrine), but is otherwise a very calm, laidback man. But, he can be a drama queen over petty arguments.

#mtas #my time at sandrock #oc #i did swap their names because it Felt Right #i am legally obligated to have oc angst stories #zera steps on some toes by the time he arrives

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What son names would Terry like? I feel he’d have several of them? And also like some daughter names :)

Oh, man, John would definitely be there as a name option. In the 80's, it is abundantly clear it would be, as a homage, as gratitude, and as a crown of Terry's and John's lifelong friendship and camaraderie. In present day, it is somehow far more insidious, worrying (and funny?) because Terry would be naming his kid John...after he put the original John in jail on trumped up charges. A kind of a you're named after the greatest man I know situation (because John still is the greatest man Terry knows, even with all this mutual baggage and messiness --- great enough to name his son after), except, Terry feels hideously betrayed by John. Hurt. Heartbroken. Done dirty. So, he'll produce and raise himself a more devoted John, singlehandedly through his own offspring, flesh and bone. A John that doesn't step out of line or bring him ache. Now, John will forever be his, in a sense, because this John is also his child, and his child will only ever love him.

Would probably utilize whatever Ponytail's real name was?

That way, all of his friends are always with him and part of him.

Terrence is always there as an option, of course. Naturally. Terry has a cult of personality, Terry is arrogant, Terry is haughty, so it is undeniable he'd have at least one kid named after himself. Terrence Jr? Terrence Silver the 2nd? There's something undeniably rich about all of these variations of names and he's well aware of that. That much is deliberate. The Valley is saddled with not just one Terry Silver, but two, and he's here establishing a dynastical order through naming practices. Might even make it a tradition. Immortalize himself through his sons and grandsons and great grandsons. Make himself into a living Ouroboros. Might even include whatever his father's name was into that concoction of titles. Doesn't matter what he feels his relationship with his own father was in the first place --- Terry is building himself as an Emperor in small. An Emperor needs elaborate legacy.

I always personally headcanoned that all of Terry's children would have insanely cutesy names. You know how all the OG Cobras have cutesy names? Bobbies and Johnnies and --- well, anyway, I imagine Terry doing something very similar and very much on purpose, where all of his slightly unhinged, very dangerous, very dastardly children all have names like Sammy, Timmy, Tammy, Terry (of course) Ronnie, Morty, Rory, Riley, Gary, Larry, Olly, Kerry and the likes --- a great many of which can be unisex. He definitely would have a daughter called Terrie or Terri. It gets more hilarious the more children he actually has. It think it is a personal joke of Terry's, meant to slightly trick the perception of the world around him. His kids would never be bad or misbehave. One of them is called Timmy, for crying out loud! Never-mind that little Timmy Silver broke someone's arm on the bleachers at his private school. His sons are a matching set of baby snakes with tremendously precious names, but watch out, it is all just a (marketing) ploy.

Possibly any (highly self-indulgent) name actually meaning or alluding to Silver, as in, the precious metal? Arian (Welsh) --- Arianell, for girls, also Welsh or Ariene in Irish. Airgead, in Irish, for boys? Aridai, in Hebrew, that is just...well, yeah, Silver? Going full VIP, upper class eccentricity and naming a son Sterling Silver? Crosses his mind, of course. Gives him a good chuckle.

Now, for girls; oh the girls get the full brunt of his excessiveness, I feel. They, again, sound wealthy, and that is very much a choice in the likes of Casiphia, blatantly meaning silver and money? That one is a bit giddy and on the nose admittedly, so he'd probably scrap that. But, dropping the references, I think a great many of Terry's idea's for girl's names would be very lofty. Downright fanciful. Aurelia? Gold and Silver in one name? A win. Allegra? Especially in reference of classical music? Another win. Octavia, just due to how it sounds as a nod to several Roman Empresses? Helena, after Helen of Troy? Anything and everything associated with Terry's own mother? Cressida? Again, a name meaning gold --- the synchronicity isn't lost on Terry. Olympia? Does get more haughty and victorious than that. Something traditionally fancy with a bit of archaic flare to it, maybe, like Beatrice? Ursula? Dahlia? Vivienne? Delilah? Who doesn't like a clever seductress who overcomes men ten times her size? If we headcanon that Terry has even an ounce of Irish in him, probably something like Ailonora (a version of Eleanor) or just Orla, which again means Golden Princess. Now his daughter can be his silver and his gold. That, or, he can just go full on control freak and flat out name his daughter California like he really owns the place.

#i don't know i have so many ideas #feel free to attach your own #terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #dad!terry #terry silver as a parent #silver!son #silver!daughter #silver children #silver family #terry silver headcanon #terry silver headcanons

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Since when did the graphics suck they're literally so cute

This one is literally embedded in my mind like I ASSOCIATE this with you

It isssss literally so cute but your other graphics are also so cute wthhhhhhh

Buuut I can do some tutorials on things you wanna know that I can do? I've been wanting to make a tutorial for a while now actually

. Me too like I don't have a schedule and while I write on a "rotation", I spend so muxh time and energy on irl things that I don't get much time to write. I literally haven't gotten through my reqs from last August. Rip my 800 event from. Before then??? Cannot even keep track it's been like a year

My follow count is only that high bcs I wrote for haikyuu (in 2020 its peak) then I joined the genshin bus kinda early (?) Which is still huge and I wrote misc fics for whatever else, and it was also my edit blog??? And now I'm here shitposting so I got followers from like lots of places

The way yours is in the 700s and a loooot older than mine pls I'm also in the 700s in nazukisser.... insanity

Well personally i love your leo so I think that it should happen because you deserve it. And writing a series.... yes.... smaus are so fun I have domicile on nazukisser for reference if you want it and my fav smau ever is club stupid by tumblr user kodzuvii highly recommend I just become a redhead kita's cousin and tendou's best friend number 1 miracle girl and down bad for suna rintarou whenever I read it.

WAAAA I can't wait to see your revamp !!! Thank you.. I always try to have some sort of match (character/color/style) all throughout!! If you need help/opinions/etc lmk!!!

Right like what happened . We were thriving. Then we boomed for a second and died. Like I see the nazuna x reader tag and ME AND KAZE ARE THE ONLY ONES like bruh? And my fics have been flopping tho it seems everyone's have been flopping too

Yeah the only thing keeping me tied down here is the server..... it's like my lifetime... come back we miss you

I MISS NURI TOO... bee has arknights now....I miss.... and runanananna....... ate swanee's writing.... SHE DOES THAT TO US TOO not that I hate it but she drops like a couple of lines in snippets and dips and I'm like *SCREEEECHES*

If you come back to my server we welcome you back we miss you :(((

I can only be grateful that some of us are left tho.... i7 is so dead and e7 LMFAO??? I was legit the only one it was so darned sad

THAT'S THE ONLY ONE I LIKE!! i love watching vids about journaling and that kind of thing and they make the cutest decorated polaroids so i wanted to do something like that but very cutesy themed,, spring made me think of picnics so gingham <3 i actually played around with a few similar concepts like polaroid + random stickers and i planned to make banners with that but uuuu there are so many characters,, can't keep my focus for too long. i think they came out cute but it's probably too late to use them </3

i always wonder about what do people use to edit their pics because i was born a ps girlie and i still don't know how to use ps properly oops making your themes look nice and cohesive,, those cute pinned etc etc people who edit icons and make them look super aesthetic

i think i never tried to promote my blog because followers don't feel like an integral part of the process for me. i just write what comes to mind and share it with the world: if people like it i'm absolutely delighted and if they don't well,, at the end of the day most of my writing has been fun for me ^^ like come on i've written things that are silly and self indulgent and they worked fine and i'm here like. wow

i have considered writing for more series but the thing is the media i like has a fandom of like. 2.5 people on the good days. so it really doesn't make too much sense to even try that <.< genshin fandom scares tf out of me so i'll keep my extra fluffy albedo thoughts to myself. the bazillion "childe being a dumbass in love" posts. kazuha writing poetry. oops. getting flashbacks to the time i almost made a hypmic blog but i stopped myself at the last second out of embarrassment

i'm torn on whether a) people just aren't interested in that kind of content anymore (no way) or b) people DO read our stuff, they simply don't interact. not even a like. the migration of people from other social media into tumblr,, like sorry but i've been here since 2016? and it gets worst for writers every day </3

i have an immense amount of cute enstars thoughts a day and i feel like if i can't share them i will combust (my best friend has to deal with me every day),, it's mostly cute romantic stuff with my favs and my ocs, for obv reasons so i'm like uuuu should i even tell this to someone it's just embarrassing. like only other enstarries could understand why i keep rotating this bunch of dorks around my brain and getting the biggest serotonin boost out of it ueeee

i kind of miss being in a server with other people. i've been feeling very lonely lately due to uni so i think that'd be good for my mental health but at the same time,, i don't want to go back to talking once in a blue moon you know? ooo to be an anxious mess every day of your life.... like i get nervous so easily and i know i'll make someone uncomfortable so i simply keep quiet or i don't know how to join conversations because my social skills are -1. i'm a bit of a mess TT

as a bonus for reading all of this, wips of some of the banners/wallpapers? i was working on the last time. rei was meant to be a light pink/purple ish kind of shade but i don't mind how these came out either ^^ i need to print the cgs as polaroids again

#i feel like we understand each other pretty well <3 #aaa the pains of fandom really

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What would Wei Wuxian canonically wear at each point of his life: A Self-Indulgent Analysis

The novel isn’t very descriptive at all when it comes to WWX’s outfits. All we know is that he began wearing black after he crawled out from the Burial Mounds and didn’t stop since, but even his black outfits can tell a story so!! Let’s see what we’ve got (fun fact: not even the red ribbon is mentioned! only as an easter egg that showed up in the incense burner extras two years later!! buuut i’ll be considering it canon here because it’s fitting and also who cares)

This is analyzing how each adaptation dolls him up with and which one had the best idea according to me, based on fully unbiased points such as “i like it” or “i think it’s neat”, or even “this doesn’t make any sense why is this here?”

i’m really just here to show my thought process of why i like each of these outfits for these events and have no intention of “convincing” anyone of anything, so if you’re wondering “Hey op do you take constructive criticis--” no i do not, let’s go

WARNING..... LONG, VERY LONG POST

Edit 1: Change of preferred design for Ressurection Edit 2: Correction about Qiongqi Path outfit Edit 3: added special mention from new audio drama episode!

1. CR Study Era / Yunmeng Da-Shixiong

Winner: MDZS Audio Drama (SpoonKid’ & Tai’s art)’s Gusu white guest disciple robes and/or YMJ purple disciple robes

Special Mention: CQL

Sorry guys but there is only one correct answer here, and that is: PURPLE PURPLE PURPLE PURPLE PURPLE!!! he is the YMJ DA-SHIXIONG, there is just NO WAY he would wear literally any other color!!! “Oh but Madam Yu had him wear different colors because he’s not part of the family” THAT DOESNT EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE, HE’S STILL A DISCIPLE!!! AND A VERY IMPORTANT ONE AT THAT. It’s purple. that boy wears purple and continues to wear purple all the way until Lotus Pier falls

If i’m feeling extra self-indulgent i’ll have him wear white during his CR study era because i can’t see the Lans enjoying a bunch of different colored uniforms in their highly aesthetic home and also WWX in Lan white is incredibly seratonin-inducing, like what’s next?? Gonna get married to a lan and wear it everyday??? heh. but yeah in my heart they all wear white, and if not, WWX has to wear purple, none of that red-and-black thing most of the fandom sticks to

CQL Special Mention

i LOVE the choice they went with for the white disciple robes!! unlike the AD which has LWJ wear the same type robes of the guest disciples, CQL was very throughout in giving the disciples different styles of robes WITH COLOR ACCENTS!!! TO IDENTIFY MEMBERS OF EACH SECT WITHOUT BREAKING THE AESTHETIC. 10/10 big brain idea, love it!!

HOWEVER i cannot give CQL the cake because.... WWX does not wear purple or any outfit that identifies him as a YMJ disciple, WHICH DRIVES ME INSANE. i know that WWX occupies an awkward place in the sect where he is more than a disciple but less than family, but having his clothes always be too different to fit one or another just... idk, it takes me out of the story everytime. AND THAT RED..... LOOK, WE’RE GONNA GET THERE, BUT IT IS!! NOT!!! TIME!! FOR HIM TO BE WEARING RED!!!! a big flaw here is that already he has too much of the aesthetic he wears as YLLZ, so when he actually transforms it’s just kinda???? okay??? what changed???? not a fan, should have gone with either a lighter blue or more of a purple tone, and REMOVE that red from the skirt, her time will come, just not now!

EXTRA SPECIAL MENTION: Baoshan Karo’s illustrations for the CR era. god i’m SO HAPPY that WWX in Lan guest disciple robes are officially a thing in some editions of the novel now (1) (2)

2. Qishan Discussion Conference

Winner: MDZS Manhua’s red ceremonial uniform

Special Mention(?): Novel cover by Qianerbai

This one was eaaaasy because it’s one of the few occasions where we’re told what Wei Wuxian is wearing, which is the “red, round-collared robe with narrow sleeves, tied with a belt of nine rings—the juniors’ ceremonial uniform during the Qishan Wen Clan’s Discussion Conference” (fanyiyi translation).

CQL doesn’t cover this arc so it’s out. The Donghua still keeps them in those initial designs, the Audio Drama’s only art of this moment "First Meeting with Wen Ning" has him in YMJ purple (which i would be happy with in any other occasion), so all we’re left with is the manhua!! my second favorite adaptation wahoo!!

the artist maotuanxjj made us all a favor in making WWX look extra handsome in his red uniform which follows the novel’s description to a T, so well done!! amazing!!! 10/10!!!! (can i just mention how i love this style of bangs for OG wwx? i wish the manhua had kept it that way ahhhh)

Qianerbai Special Mention

So i wanted to put this here because YES we do get to see him in the red junior uniform, but......... this is the novel’s 3rd volume, and i’m quite sure it’s meant to represent the Phoenix Mountain hunt, which they were NOT wearing red for, so??????????? anyway the uniform is still perfect though, just not on the right moment of the story

3. Wen Indocrination Arc

Winner: MDZS Audio Drama (SpoonKid)’s purple YMJ disciple robes

quick and simple: the answer is the same as the Yunmeng Da-Shixiong, purple!! which once again, SpoonKid is the only one who has represented as such in an official art, so here it is two more of them, as a treat.

4. Yiling Laozu

okay you guys will have to be very patient with me now, because what the fandom mostly refers to YLLZ is actually 3 different stages of his life (+1 bonus) which directly affect whatever he is wearing, and the only thing in common they have is that WWX will be wearing black (OR NOT?)

i went back and forth with how to present this one, and in the end i decided i won’t be announcing a “winner”, because most adaptations only have one look for him in this stage (a great look let’s be real), but it’s not particularly realistic or even canon-compliant for it to be so, so i’ll be looking at adaptations that do change his look during his era and see which are more fitting for each moment

4.a) The Return

Favorite outfit: Donghua, Manhua & Audio Drama’s black/red large robes with wide sleeves

no competition here AT ALL, this outfit SLAPS!! if i have one (1) complaint it’d be the donghua’s fire motif on the sleeves, it just doesn’t make sense for him to wear something so similar to QishanWen’s uniform, but other than that the aesthetic is on point!

the large robes make WWX look bigger, more intimidating and mature. THIS is the look of a man who spent 3 months in hell, eating corpses and fighting the resentment just to crawl out half a ghost half a human. the silhouette is so different from what he had before, it really feels striking!!

about the colors: THIS is the one point in the novel where we know he starts wearing black and red on a daily basis! and it is no coincidence his color palette is the exact same as the ghost flute Chenqing, they’re one in the same, carved into a different shape the Burial Mounds, made for the purpose of leading the dead.

Red is a very strong and lively color, but it’s also a color of extremes. it can mean the most positive and the most negative things, and for Wei Wuxian, what will be very telling about his fate and mental state is how much of it is present in his outfits. He’s always had a red ribbon on his hair, the strong, bright and passionate boy that he was, but things have changed, wei wuxian is back, but he came back wrong. Pay attention to the red from now on 🔴

for many people, the outfit above is not only his “i’m back baby” outfit, but also the one that defines him for the rest of the following events, and that’s perfectly fine! it is one HELL of a good design! buuuut since i’d never make things easy for myself, let’s look at some other ones

4.b) Sunshot Campaign

Favorite outfit: CQL’s black robes and red inner robes with narrow sleeves and shoulder padding

Special Mention: Zelda CW (i know she’s not an offcial MDZS artist but i NEED her art to explain my point here)

NOW is the time for the red skirt to appear!! man can you imagine if they hadn’t shown him in black and red before and then boom! he shows up in this color palette? it’d have been soo good. ANYWAYS, notice the colors!! Red inner robes, black outer robes, fancy shoulder padding, a red skirt that feels quite striking. Remember what i said about WWX and Chenqing matching and being one in the same? in this stage of his life, such resemblance is even more important, you CANNOT separate WWX from the Ghost Path at this point.

RE: The design, this is a wei wuxian who has now returned to the cultivation world. He took a nice bath, had some soup, took off those clothes that he probably stole from corpses, took his YMJ money and got himself a uniform to kick some QishanWen butts! i like this one for the Sunshot Campaign much more than his poncho look from earlier because i just find it a loooot more fitting for a soldier, ESPECIALLY ZeldaCW’s interpretation over there with the shoulder padding and sleeves that almost look like a cape (and the small YMJ lotus symbols around)

The silhouette isn’t as intimidating as before, but it doesn’t have to be, he’s no longer a resentful ghost haunting the dreams of Wen soldiers. He’s a commander, carrying a military tally of his own, with the favor that the right hand man of Sect Leader Jiang ought to have. He’s become a respected and feared war hero, but that people still look down upon due to his cultivation and refusal to carry a sword. That made him have to carry himself in a proud and arrogant way which years later even WWX himself will recognize as obnoxious. ALL I’M SAYING IS, i find this clean silhouette and design much more fitting for this stage of his life than the loose and ruffled look he had previously, ya feel me? More military-feeling, less angsty ghost man.

(also this is my fav look for YilingWei Sect AUs but that’s neither here nor there)

4.c) Burial Mound Settlement

Favorite outfit: CQL’s grey+black, coarse overalls with red sleeves and belt

(farm boy wwx is SUCH a treat for us, thank u xiao zhan)

LOOOOOVE THIS LOOK SO MUCH!! One major irony in MDZS is how WWX is named the “Yiling Laozu” and is at his most feared in THIS stage, when he is actually in his most harmless form. CQL in general really nailed the vibes of the Burial Mound Settlement as a farming community, we see people in coarse clothing doing all sorts of manual work, there is really no difference from them and any other farmers, no identification at all that these people are Wens other than their surname. And people think he’s forming his own sect, pfff

at this point WWX is really only worried about 1. keeping the barrier of the BM safe 2. keeping everyone fed 3. locking himself in his cave and working on his inventions . As much as he IS still doing plenty of use of demonic cultivation, it doesn’t come close to how he was using it back during Sunshot, leading entire armies of corpses everyday with nothing but resentment. Here, the Ghost Path is still part of him, but it doesn’t define him anymore, he’s much closer to a poor scholar than anything else, and his clothing reflects that!

anyway, coarse materials, slim silhouette, presence of red but much less saturated, looking very soft and cozy, 10/10

Special Mention!!

Spoonkid’s YLLZ!WWX from the new incense burner Audio Drama extra! Notice how the YLLZ is also wearing comfy clothes instead of the usual robes she’s drawn him in for mid-sunshot campaign! We know that the incense burner puts wwx’s in his original body, likely the one from shortly before his death, so it makes sense he’d be wearing something more casual like this!

EDIT

BEFORE WE HEAD TO THE NEXT ONE

so something i had COMPLETELY overlooked and it’s 100% my fault is that, for Jin Ling’s 100 day celebration, Wei Wuxian buys and wears a new outfit that is white. YEAH. I never noticed it, and a apparently many people didn’t either? Thanks to my dearest HellingLaozu on twt for pointing it out!

Unfortunately, however, no adaptation gave us this outfit :’( we were robbed!!! interestingly though, by the time WWX gets unfrozen and heads to Nightless City, he is wearing black once again! Maybe WN and WQ changed him? no idea! could have been an overlook on MXTX’s part, could have been implied in some untranslated part, I’ll have to analyze it more in-depth later!

Since we have no visual reference of him wearing white robes on Qiongqi Path, I’ll maintain my pre-edited text below that assumes he buys a new black outfit instead

EDIT: so it’s technically not official art, but Changyang (that one official artist) did draw the one and only art of the YLLZ in white i’ve ever seen, and it’s gorgeous, check it out!!!

4.d) Nightless City

Favorite outfit: CQL’s black robes with bright red at the sides + red inner robes and cuffed sleeves

Special mention: Novel cover by Qianerbai

now this.... this is A Look. do i even HAVE to tell you to look at the colors and the presence of red? gosh, it’s almost popping out of the screen, it’s incredibly telling to what is happening in the story now

the reason i particularly love this look for the Qionqi Path and Nightless City events is that we ARE TOLD that WWX used WQ’s money to buy not only the pretty tassel pendant for Jin Ling’s gift, but also to buy a new outfit for the ceremony! (edit: it was a white outfit. i’m silly. pls honk my clown nose) GUYS, HE DOLLED HIMSELF UP TO MEET HIS NEPHEW, he wanted to make a good impression so bad 😭 goddammit jin guangshan

anyways! the outfit above is very fitting for it! as always all we know is that he was wearing black, and of course WWX wouldn’t want to give up his YLLZ vibes, he still needs people to fear him if he wants to keep the Wens safe, but the outfit is very nice and clean. You can see it’s nothing too fancy though, nothing too elaborate esp compared to what he used to wear before, but it’s good enough to meet with the Jiangs again! it’s not like the Jins would like him even if he came dressed as an emperor. (edit: this paragraph doesnt rly apply anymore but i still like it, so it stays)

so during the day it’s just that: nice, clean, still striking but not too intimidating. During the NIGHT though??? ohhhh that red starts POPPING so hard it’s almost all you can see, him and Chenqing are once again matching perfectly, and after losing his two closest friends and hearing of how these “righteous people” are vowing to invade their settlement even though they’ve promised not to hurt anyone else if the wen sibs gave themselves up? well, he’s ready to commit some murders <3

if you asked me “hey lace what would you wear to crash a party and go into a hopeless descent into madness as you lose everyone you’ve ever loved?”, probably a nice lil outfit with some satured red on the sides.

Qianerbai Special Mention

I can’t help but feel like that CQL look look was inspired by th *checks when the 2nd edition of the Pinsin edition was released* [it was July 2019] [i am now VERY confused] ok so i was gonna say CQL took inspo from this novel cover, but i just realized as i type this that this cover was released long after the show finished filming so now i’m??? HM??? COINCIDENCE??

anyway this look that WWX has in the qianerbai novel cover is VERY good too, has all of the pros i mentioned above when it comes to color and “yeah i can visit carp tower and see my nephew in this AND kill a bunch of people 3 days later”. if the CQL look had a red belt i would honestly be even more sold! honestly if it wasnt for the white inner robe, this could have been the winner as well!

5. Ressurection

Winner: MDZS Donghua’s black/red short outer robe and white underrobe

EDIT - NEW WINNER: MDZS Manhua’s black short outer robes w/ red accent and white underrobes

[so yes the text below was for the donghua, but then my dearest @10000111100101100 brought attention to WWX’s ressurection look in the manhua and WOW, somehow i’d forgotten about it!! and it’s even more fitting!! so yeah new winner <3]

GOD I LOVEEEE THIS LOOK FOR MXY!WWX SOOOOO MUCH, i may be a bit of mxy simp we all know that but ugh!! it’s so good!! i forgot the name rn but these short robes coupled with the disheveled hair and trousers is just. idk, it gives him such a youthful look that is especially fitting for the absolute gremlin energy that WWX brings upon ressurection!

the outfit is dark, but it isn’t like what he wore during his YLLZ era. Of course the black and red are still very pronounced, he did just get dragged back from the dead by a demonic ritual he wrote down himself, and has no qualms about commanding corpses, digging graves, and creating talismans as soon as he can walk again. my man is back in business!! though of course, his mentality is different now, he’s fully aware that he’s got nothing rooting him down, no responsabilities, no one to protect, free to do whatever he wants!! and then promptly forgets all about it as soon as few teenagers look like they need help lmao

basically: this wei wuxian is very dependent on guidao, but thanks to his new freedom, it’s not to a level that could endenger him or cause major problems if he lost control. This outfit passes the message well by still having dark colors, though mostly on a grey scale, with red left only for some accents on his lapels/belt/ribbon. he doesn’t look intimidating, or fancy, or scary at all, he’s really just vibing, good for him!

also is that a white inner robe? ohoho... some changes are already beginning to take place

6. Present & Post-Canon

Winner: MDZS Audio Drama’s black outer robes + white inner robes and pants, with a red accent only on the ribbon/chenqing/belt

Special mention: CQL’s post-carp tower black outfit + white inner robe

if this post feels like i’m tooting the horn of the MDZS audio drama it’s because i am. SO!! for those who don’t know, the AD’s design for WWX is quite unique! in all versions he’s always seen wearing a dark robe with loose sleeves on top of a white inner robe. his pants are usually white as well and so is the belt

do you notice the almost complete absence of red? it’s usually left only for his ribbon, and more rarely, his belt, but that’s it!! of course, through most of the present timeline, chenqing is nowhere to be seen. obviously that doesn’t stop wwx from using demonic cultivation, but once again, it is in a far smaller scale than he did back in the day, and usually only low level spells (that on his hands become powerful)

all of that red has beem almost completely replaced by white, and if that makes you think that it’s because he now has lan wangji by his side to protect him, congratulations, you get a kiss on the head and a cookie. the word that comes to mind for me is: soft. this is what this AD outfit makes me feel. Soft. WWX is no longer controlled by his debts and duties, he doesn’t have to solely rely on demonic cultivation to protect himself, LWJ offers him that freedom and protection now, what he’s been craving since his first life, and that’s visible not only in his color palette but in the silhouette as well: his sleeves are long and flowy, but his black robes don’t outright consume him as they did back when he first crawled back from the burial mounds. LWJ’s influence is seen in his new easygoing disposition, that unlike his youthful energy, it’s far more calm. he’s matured and grown into that love and trust and man it feels SO good to see!!

CQL Special Mention

i always really liked this cql outfit, and for quite the same reasons as i’ve mentioned above! the feeling of calmness, trust and safety it gives to WWX is so great it makes.... well, soft! a total lack of red, a black robe over white inner robes (LWJ’s... inner robes), and it’s very fitting for this part of the narrative as well. WWX just woke up from being stabbed at Carp Tower (which in the novel is also when he starts noticing his own feelings for LWJ) and things get quite sweet and domestic. LXC tells us the story of Madam Lan, cql wangxian have that nice little moment in the snow that totally doesn’t end in sex, they see the rabbits together, leave CR, wwx plays wangxian.mp3, they either meet mianmian (cql) or jump into a pile of hay together (novel) and it’s basically just all so so sweet.

the reason i can’t give it the cake though it’s just that it would be better imo if it followed the AD footsteps and gave him loose sleeved instead of narrow, and added a bit more white, just to REALLY show LWJ’s influence in his current mental state, but other than that it’s a very nice looking outfit, with great vibes, very simple but very domestic!! love it!

i ended up putting waaaaay too much thought into all of this lmao, but anyway!! these are the outfits i believe are the most fitting to each stage of WWX’s life, according to the novel’s descriptions and my own personal interpretations. i love how all the adaptations expanded a little bit into it and allowed us to pick and choose our favorite ones. MDZS is one hell of a good book but it really is made even better with the added thought of fan and other cretaive insights

if you made it to the end, congratulations, i honestly didn’t think anyone would read this *gives you another kiss on the forehead and a cookie*

#mdzs #the gif isnt serving any purpose i just think he's beautfiul #my goal in this fandom is to ignore all of the popular and repetitive discourse #while having very strong opinions about crap that does NOT matter #and god i even wanted to talk more abt LWJ but that isn't happening this post is already a MONSTER #the WWX brainworms have completely eaten my brain. oh well. enjoy!#modao #lace speaks

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lulu-zodiac · 3 years

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okay, i have a new take on the infamous underbear panel:

we all know how INSANELY messy jensen is in it, and over the years that's been chalked up to various different reasons (jet lag, nerves, alcohol, an emotional day). which. yeah. all completely valid suggestions for why the man couldn't stop talking and literally took his pants down to show his crotch to his co-star onstage.

but this panel has always struck me as being a little more than that. we've seen jensen tispy or stressed or nervous or drained a whole bunch of times, and it doesn't look quite like this. to me, this feels like something a little more personal, like jensen is on some kind of emotional edge that he doesn't know how to deal with. and all the evidence points to it being pretty damn likely it's to do with misha.

see, jensen's behaviour is really out of character. there's absolutely none of his usual cool, self-contained demeanour, and he's constantly talking over misha in a way that's very at odds with the way they usual relate with each other during panels. he seems really highly strung and all over the place, which, again, is very unusual for any panels he does with misha - typically, jensen relaxes when misha's there and his walls go down. instead, this feels a little performative and like his walls are very definitely up.

yes, on the surface of it they're messing around and having fun - but, to me, there's a kind of an edge to it that suggests there's something more going on under the surface driving it.

so here's my take: i think that something happened between jensen and misha before this panel, maybe for the first time, or maybe during a period where they weren't quite sure what they meant to each other and it was all pretty new and overwhelming.

and this? this is jensen's way of trying to deal with the situation and regain some control over the dynamic between him and misha, because he's panicking and has absolutely no idea how to handle what happened/how he's feeling.

his preoccupation with constantly sexualising the conversation and trying to fluster misha feels VERY telling in this context. jensen feels overwhelmed in the face of his feelings for misha/whatever's happened between them, and so he compensates by trying to overwhelm misha. if you pay attention, he barely lets misha engage properly with him in any serious way at all in the first half of the panel, almost like's he's afraid of meeting misha's gaze and confronting the reality between them. which, given the way jensen usually can't stop staring at misha, is super interesting.

misha's body language is also very telling; he engages with jensen directly WAY less than is typical for their panels, and although he indulges jensen's antics, he also often seems uncharacteristically hesitant, almost awkward around jensen. like he doesn't quite know how to handle things, like he's holding something back. again, this is very at odds with how at ease and open misha usually is around jensen. it feels kind of like he's aware of why jensen's behaving the way he is and wants to coax him out of it doesn't quite know how.

misha also keeps stealing glances at jensen in a way that's at times, almost shy and reserved, is super interesting to me (you can see it particularly well in this angle). like, you can literally SEE misha ducking his head multiple times when jensen meets his eye, like he's fucking nervous. and jensen does the same thing (you can see this better in other angles). again, this is TOTALLY out of character for the two men whose panels usually literally consist of staring deeply into each other's eyes for extended periods of time.

also the fact misha absolutely LOSES his composure after the underbear moment says a whole lot about the pent up nervousness he's feeling. okay, anyone would have been a little flustered by that. but the poor man is literally shaking with laughter for a full five minutes afterwards, and there's this kind of slight hysteria to it all, like he's feeling way more flustered than he wants to let on, which, to me, definitely points to something having recently happened between them.

so yeah. this is just me with my tinhat on, but my theory is that something happened between jensen and misha before this panel - maybe for the first time, or maybe just something intense they didn't quite know how to handle - and the reason jensen is so totally worked up and giggly and nervous throughout this whole mess is because he had absolutely no idea how to deal with it.

#tinhatting #cockles #cockles body language #cockles trash dumpster #cockles meta #cockles tinhatting #underbear #misha collins #jensen ackles #jenmish #spn #spn cast #supernatural #my stuff #my posts: cockles

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muthmergya · 3 years

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"Just like lovers do~"

Warings- smut,heavy smut,

yandere x yandere, twisted behaviour,long fic - 1,572 words 8,407 characters

I highly recommend listen to just like lovers do or gingerbread man While reading

@rinnieren this is a repost of your request.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Masterlist

Intoxicating

Utterly intoxicating and sheer madness were one of the words one would use to describe their so called intoxicating love.

y/n kasier and kaeya albrich both orphans from the cursed Kingdom of Khaenri'ah.

Both kids left by there families as a sleeping eye and last hope of Khaenri'ah.

The both childeren being heirs to noble families while acting as normal commanders at the knight of favonious.

Even if the both never quite got the chance to meet eachother throughout the entirety of their childhood.

The both atleast got the sweet treat of meeting getting infatuated with eachother as adults

Y/n Kaiser and kaeya albrich the venomous duo that planned teyvat's doom all together.

If one were to ever look at y/n and kaeya's sheerly Despondent childhood which ended up becoming the very reason to both their crazed and insane behaviour. The only words that would come to mind will be that the

both were made for each other .

It all felt as if the both were falling down the abyss, druncked by their madness of a love for each other while as well being thirsty for vengeance against the ones to wronged them.

Against the gods who wronged them.

The archons, those cruel self proclaimed gods whom were actually just mere puppets by celestia, assigned to look over the pesky humans so they won't use their endless power of knowledge and suppress them,

As afterall if anyone were to ever disobey celestial it would result in their very downfall, since afterall khaenri'ah were one of the very nations that disobeyed celestia in the name of cataclysm.

If the destruction of khaenri'ah were to be demonstrated by another perspective then dare I say that those fools up there in celestia were simply jealous and baffled by how far this kingdom without a God had reached this far to now master in the arts of khemia.

As said way before in ancient tales.

"Khaenri'ah was a nation without a god — not because it had a god that died or abandoned them, but because it never had a god to begin with. It was a powerful nation, built purely by humans, an unprecedented flourishing and glorious civilization — it was the pride of humankind"

But afterall the history of the great kingdom of khaenri'ah is to be told another time for now we must foucus on the

very self proclaimed gods of the new world.

(I highly recommend listening just like lovers do by hey violet for the further parts)

Scheming, committing various kinds of murders, plotting and being busy fooling everyone around them, were one of the many acts the 2 indulged in performing almost every night.

But tonight however was quite the different one, tonight were one of the nights that the both had devoted to each other.

One of the fobidden nights where the both indulge in the act of adultery.

"Clothes on the floor we're exploring our bodies~"

Hushed down sultry tones leave the nude women as she lets the man above her dive into her body and let him explore the entirety of her body as he peppers her up like she's a glorious art peice.

"You seem to be quite eagered no~"

Coos in her ear as he marks any fresh skin on her body that were to catch his eyes, swiftly binding her hands up her head with his belt as he looks down at the "art" of red bites and spots that were decorating her skin and especially the valley of her breasts and thighs.

"Mmm~ kaeya stop pepeppering me just take me already will you~"

Whining as she willing spreads her legs and wraps them around his waist, grinding her wet self upon his harden grith searching for some friction.

"Patients my love~ patients"

His voice once again cooing in her ears as he slides himself into her starting of with a painfully slow pace and highly sensual thirts making her whine out once more.

"My love why must you whine out like a child I am trying to make love to you-"

"Kaeya~! How must I say this politely?Love me harder and don't be nice, please"

The sheer soft love in kaeya's eyes soon being replaced by utter want and lust as soon as her sultry voice once again makes its way towards his ears, bewitching him as it always does.

His slow pace replacing with a fasten up one as he makes sure to graze all her euphoric spots making her see white the very moment.

(I highly recommend listening to ginger bread man by melanie martinez for thw further parts)

"Ohh my dear y/n you act like such a beautiful siren in bed I could just gobble you up~"

Leaning down as he once again brings his face closer to hers breathing in her lips as he continues with his thurts.

"H-haa~! Nothing i-is stopping y-you~!"

Saying between strained moans y/n stares at him with her beautiful heart irises making a darkened chuckle escape him.

"Do you by any chance know who were behind the murder of cat's tail owner my love~?"

Cooing in her ears as he stares down at her. A Cheshire cat smile soon decorating her face as the facade of soft love completely disappears from both their eyes replacing with an utterly crazed love sick look.

"I did a good job right?? I made sure to stitch up her eyes too so even in death her pesky little spirit can never look at you!!~"

A child like grin appearing on her face as she looks eagerly at him hoping for him to praise her.

"You did amazing my love but leaving her body outside by the forest where she was easy to find and also to leave her in such condition, I expected better from you"

Staring down at her with a glint of disapointment, this disheartening look from him soon made a scowl appear on hers.

"You're the one to talk didn't you beheaded the man who tried to give me flowers and also threw his body down starrfelch clif? Dare I say that now I quite miss those windwheel asters and that cute little face he made while giving them to me"

The daring words leaving her caused kaeya to be the one scowling now as he harshly slams into her making her main out in both pain in pleasure.

"Oh do you now-! Miss his cute little face that brought you flowers! ~ I wonder what kind of expression he might have if he were to be Alive and were to witness me using you all to my likling"

All the playfulness leaving him as he now harshly slams into her making her loose her sense of self in one go and making her orgasm as she moans out his name.

"Tch, big talk little girl~! If you wanted to get used you could ve just begged from the very start acting like a little bitch is quite to much no~?"

Exclaiming through his now harsh and crazed thurst, as he makes her see stars. Y/n on the otherhand soon decorates her face with her crazed smile thorugh her tears of pleasure as the thought of prvoking him continuously so he would use her pops in her head.

"Oh how I wonder if that flower boy would enjoy me being a little bitch~"

Yes,that mere line was simple enough to set kaeya off like a feral animal as his eyes completely darkened as his hands harshly grabbed her hair pulling it upwards so now she would meet his gaze, his mere harsh thurst going completely animalistic.

"You utter whore! You wanted me to use right I'll make sure to fuck this little cunt till the only word you know how to say is mine"

Kaeya harshly slams into her, making her cry out once more as he proceeds to use her all to his liking

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Hours had gone by since the both had started, hours since the darkened room had been utterly filled with all kinds of forbIbsen noises as kaeya uses her body in all sorts of positions.

Kaeya was abusing her cunt oversimulating her oh so much, chanting a mantra of "mine" as he continuously fucks into her.

One would expect her to cry out by the sheer hours of oversimulation but,No y/n loved this she loved this oh so much getting completely devoured by the man she loved, getting out to use by the man she loved.

This feeling of him using her, claiming her, and slamming in her felt oh so euphoric and other worldly.

She didnt care if she was highly oversimulated all that mattered was that it was him doing this to her.

Ahh yes such an

Intoxicating

Love was shared between them, utterly and madly inlove were the 2 with eachother.

The relationship between y/n kaiser and kaeya albrich can be defined by a gingerbread man.

Y/n being the sweet icing made up of facades while he's the crazy ginger bread man, kaeya being the one who experiences her delightful smoothness on his body while y/n is the one who gets the joy of breaking him piece by piece as their

intoxicating love ends up with them eating each other up into nothing~

Such a beautiful yet crazed tragedy the both will be as they too take the entirety of teyvat with them.

Glossary-

The art above does not belong to me all credit goes to @RONDNOIR__ on Twitter

So yes ofc some lines and references in this fic were inspired by -"just like lovers do" by hey violet and "gingerbread man" by melanie martinez

The meaning of kaiser is -emperor or warrior and Is a old german last name I took that bez i wanted the theme to be the region where kharnia is based of but since that isn't yet confirmed I went with German bez the word ablrich is also taken from German.

I honestly don't know but for some odd reason I feel highly disappointed with this fic, it feels as if I didn't give my best or smt? But I hope you were able to enjoy it at the very least🛐🏳

also I apologise if you got the songs messed up and the lyrics didnt add up with the story bez I was actually switching both the songs continuously to get the best from both worlds while writing it so some lyrics and references may get mixed up🏳Also the mentions of y/n and kaeya being a tragedy and "them eating each other up" is basically referring to how the both are the very reason to their endlessy insanity.

Note -I fukin hate tumblr this is a repost since my original one wasnt showing up in any tags.

#genshin impact #kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #kaeya albrich #kaeya albrich x reader #genshin x you #genshin smut #yandere genshin #yandere x yandere #childe smut #genshin imagines #diluc x reader #yandere kaeya

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voltagesmutter · 4 years

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Obey Me x Heat

Obey Me - Diavolo Head-canon.

Prompt: ‘I’m in heat’

Warning: NSFW, Female MC, Priest Kink.

Diavolo:

‘Beast in heat’ is named after Diavolo. The whole of devildom prepares for his heat due it’s length, almost a month long.

The first signs of his heat about to start is he’s incredibly sensitive to smell, his nose buried in the locks of your hair, your skin or even your clothes if you're not around. He will wait outside the shower for you, hands all over your body just to savour your scent as he licks the trickling water droplets from your skin. The second is he always has bedroom eyes, even across a crowded room he can find you with one glance, shooting you that look. Lust in a glossy wax beneath half-lidded eyes meets yours, sending tingles down your spine and directly to yours core, knowing exactly what he plans on doing to you the minute you're alone. The third, and most obvious, is his sex-drive. He is hard constantly, waiting for any given moment to pounce you.

“Diavolo, here?” You whisper, not putting up much protest as his fingers push past the band of your panties to stroke your wet folds. “Hush little one, no-one will interrupt us if you keep quiet,” He whispers back between kisses to your mouth, his teeth taking your lower lip and giving it a sharp tug as he pushes a finger inside you. You moan in response, gripping onto the collar of his RAD uniform, spreading your legs slightly so he can add another finger. The ruler of demons woke up alone in bed on the first day of heat, storming out to RAD to find you and whisk you away, no one daring to question the mighty ruler as he pulled you into a empty meeting room and locking the door. Three fingers stretching you, your hand wrapped around his thickness already leaking with pre-cum. Pushing you down on the table, fingers pulled from you as he pulled your panties down your legs until they hung off one ankle. His hands gripping your ankles and pull you to the edge, spreading your legs wide and a thrust of his hips has him buried deep inside you. You cry out his name at the sudden thickness inside you, back arching off the table with finger nails scratching lines into it. He felt bigger than normal, pulsing with heat and need inside you as he ruthlessly thrusted into you. He thrusted in, pulled out, thrusted in harder and felt your walls already tremble around him. The foreplay and the sheer size of him bringing you to climax in seconds as you pulsed over him, legs trembling in his hold as he continued to thrust into you. “Shh little one,” He lets out a lowly chuckle to see you so vocal beneath him in such a public area. Freeing one of your ankles he removed your panties, leaning over you and putting them in my mouth in attempt to silence your moans. The grip on your ankles tighten as his pace only picks up, head thrown back in pure bliss as he brings you to climax once more before finding his own. Only instead of slowing after, he continues to thrust, still standing solid and erect inside you. “D-Diavolo!” You whimper, panties soaked from saliva as you try to open your heavy-lidded eyes, unsure if you could take anymore. “One more, I promise just one more,” He whispers, readjusting his grip and removing one hand to circle your clit. Tears falls from the corner of your eyes at the motion, legs shaking violently as the knot inside you tightens again, your third orgasm hitting you as he pounds into you. He thrusts one last time, groaning as he pushes as far as he can inside your squeezing walls to release himself. After a few breathless minutes, Diavolo still standing solid but finally letting you go back to class. He helps sort out your skirt, smirking to see the slick essence of mixed release spilling atop of your thighs thats leaked from out of you. “Now go be a good girl and finish your classes,” Helping to fix your messy hair and flushed face, “I can keep myself busy for a few hours but I’ll come back to find you at lunch, by then I’ll be quiet starving and you are my main meal,”. You walked out of the room, a heavy sigh of relief to see that it was still the first period and no-one would have heard you, or that that you missed much of class. Just as you made it to the room a hand tugs you back, Diavolo pulling you into an embrace, your panties he’d kept shoved in his hand. “I changed my mind, have the day, no the week (it was the month) off, I’m starving now so come back with me and let me have my breakfast in bed,”.

Can be very sadistic when in heat, he loves nothing more to watch you beg to be fucked. Heat is also when he lets his fantasies come to the surface, wanting to indulge in all of them.

“Again” His words sharp and crisp, ringing through the empty chapel.

“I- Forgive me father… I have sinned,” You repeat, unable to see Diavolo as your bent over the service table.

“And what have you done as such sin?” The feeing of fabric presses against the back of your thighs, the edge of your skirt being pushed up to expose your laced underwear.

“I had- devious thoughts about you, dirty thoughts, lustful thoughts, sinful thoughts,” You reply, breath hitching to feel his hand curve around the globe of your ass.

“And what do you deem as fitting punishment for these sinful actions, hmm? I think a good spanking would do just fine,” Although asked as a question, it’s a statement.

“Please father,” You whisper, cheek pressed against the flat of the table.

“Say it properly or you shall receive no help to cleanse your sinful ways,” Words as smooth as the devils bow.

“Spank me father, make me see the error of my ways,” Face glowing to hear the dark chuckle behind you, the palm on you now lifted. The sound of skin on flesh contact followed by a gasp fills the chapel, sharp stinging tingles against your skin. He repeats the action a few more times, each time growing in pleasure rather than pain and before soon your mewling at each one.

“This is supposed to be punishment little one,” He hums in disapproval, his other hand slipping under your underwear to trace along your slip, a low growl to feel you so wet.

“I-“ You start but cut off into a moan, two slender fingers thrusting inside you and twisting, sending your mind blank. He continues to curl his fingers grazing over the sponge patch inside you as he spanks you once more, the sensation matching your thighs tremble as you pant heavily.

“D-Diavolo please,” You whisper, needing more, the aching of needing to be filled with something bigger taking over you.

“Tch, do you forget who you speak to?” He teases, slowing his fingering movement, a teasing slap to the side of your ass that made your skin wobble.

“Father- please… please,” You whine, hands grasping the community sewn cloth beneath you.

“Please what? I do not understand what you need,” He twists his wrist and you cry out in pleasure, unable to hold in the noises as your eyes screw shut.

“Fuck me, fuck me farther please. Please please, fuck me I need you so bad,” You beg, feeling heat within your stomach rise and tighten. Fingers removed causing a heavy whine from your throat, panties pulled down until they drop at your ankles, your knees wedged further apart by his thigh as you feel his erection pressing against your ass. A small trail of wetness presses against your cheek from his leaking cock, slightly ragged breath as he strokes himself to the glistening on your core in front of him, ready and dripping to be filled. He gives it a few more sharp slaps, humming in appreciation to see a slight mark of a red-hand print forming on your skin.

“Fuck me, please, however you want,” You whimper, trying to raise your ass as an offering to press his head against your core, “Please, please just fuck me-“. You don’t finish the last of the sentence, Diavolo grabbing your hips and mercilessly thrusting into you, fucking you to a greater level of pleasure upon the alter of the empty church. He repents your sins whilst adding a thousand more to the list as he brings you to multiple climaxes in ways that would make his own father blush. “Oh god-” You wither, body curling over as the pressure inside you builds more, tears falling freely like a streaming river. A raspy chuckle followed by the sound of intense sound of slapping skin, you’d came so much already each time he thrusted out and back in wetness collected atop of the altar before dripping onto the floor in a shiny puddle, “God can’t save you now little one, there is only me,”. The devil indeed fucking you to mind-numbing overstimulation.

Something primal is released within him to see your core dripping with his essence.

“Keep them spread for me,” He coo’s, pushing your trembling thighs apart. “Diavolo… no more please,” You whimper, clit twitching at the air hitting you. Your body ached slightly, muscles set alight from the sheer intensity of Diavolos' heat this evening as he had taken you to the brink of insanity with the sheer amount of orgasms you had had. Over-sensitive wasn’t even close to how you felt. “It’s okay,” He reassures you, taking two fingers to spread your folds, eyes a blaze to see the beady white leaking from out of you, “Just stay like that,”. Still in demon form, his champagne orbs glow, fixated on the sight before him. He nestles between your spread thighs, taking his spare hand to jerk himself off to the sight. His hips bucking, growls spewing from his mouth as his eye’s never leave your velvety fold. The sight is self is purely erotic as you watch with beneath your thick lashes, it can’t help but make you wet, gloss of liquid dripping from you spurring him on more to see you aroused at his actions. You call his name, taking one finger to slowly circle your clit, over sensitivity and hips spasming at the first touch. You whimper highly and it takes only a few circles to bring yourself to climax, his earlier releases flooding from you as you pulse over nothing. He ravels at the sight, groaning louder and louder with his twist of his wrist, before finding his release, pushing the head of his cock against your dripping folds and coaxing them once more.

Lucifer and Beel - Heat

Satan and Leviathan - Heat

Mammon and Asmodeus - Heat

Belphegor -Heat

Obey Me - Masterlist

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celestialevie · 3 years

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Birthday surprise // Niall Horan x singer! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: none

A/N: Since it's officially my birthday week and Niall's has just passed, I decided to write this very self-indulgent fic (even though I can't sing, but a girl can dream </3). I mostly wrote this for myself because I adore this human with my whole heart. Anyways hope someone will enjoy this fic just as much as I did writing it.

Finishing the first two songs, you chat a little with your fans. Noticing some of the signs they brought with them to get you to notice them, some of them making you laugh, while some of them made your heart clench with love. Sitting down at the piano, starting to play 'champagne problems'. While you were in the happiest relationship to date now, you still had some issues with your past relationships, where you were made the villain and them a victim when in reality it was the literal opposite. Niall was the blessing you were praying for. So what if you were fucked in the head? Niall loved you just the way you were.

Your birthday was coming up, and you were going to spend it while being in one of the cities you absolutely love touring in – Dublin. Although you were heartbroken because this will be the first birthday you were going to celebrate without your boyfriend, Niall. Ever since you've known him, you celebrated both of your birthdays with one another. His tour lead him to being in America during your birthday, which really sucked. You were both bummed out about it, he even offered to reschedule that concert, so he can be with you in Dublin, maybe even visit his family whilst already being in Ireland, you told him no. You didn't want to be selfish just because it's your birthday. Talking on the phone with him right from the moment he was awake (which was already in the afternoon for you). '' It feels weird to not be with you on your birthday, how will I survive without my birthday kisses and hugs from you? '' you ask while pouting. Niall chuckled and mimicked your put. '' I will give you your birthday kisses and hugs as soon as I see you. With extra ones for each day between your birthday and the day we see each other again. I promise. '' he gives you a smile. And you just pout harder. '' I really miss you. I can't wait to see you soon. '' checking the time, you realize it's almost time for you to start getting ready. '' Hey baby, I have to go start getting ready soon. I'll make sure Jenna calls you to FaceTime and shows you at least some concert if you're not busy. I love you and I miss you. '' as you say that, you hang up and quickly text your makeup artist, she can come over. Two minutes later, her and Jenna (your assistant and close friend) are in your dressing room, and you're getting ready. An hour later, you were done with your makeup and hair and all that was left was to put on your outfit. Ten minutes later, you were slowly making your way towards stage. Quickly texting Niall another I love you, and wishing him good luck on his own show later, you were off on the stage, the intro of your song' dress' starting to play as you were brought onto the stage. Let the fun begin.

After champagne problems, one of your favourite songs you wrote was next.

''... Don Perignon you brought it, no crowd of friends applauded

your hometown sceptics called it, champagne problems.''

'' A lot of you might not know, but this next song was inspired after I was done watching the amazing spider-man 2 for the millionth time. My love for Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield is unmatchable. Just ask my boyfriend, who's been hanging out with Tom Holland, how both of them are feeling betrayed by my love for both Amazing Spider-man's movies. This is How you get the girl. '' The intro of the song started playing and so were the screams of people.

Singing two more songs, you go get changed into a different outfit. Going back onto the stage, you're surprised that your manager Anna is standing there with a grin on her face.

'' Stand there like a ghost

Shaking from the rain

She'll open up the door and say 'are you insane?'

Say it's been long six months

And you were too afraid to tell her what you want, want...''

'' Uh-oh, manager is grinning, prepare yourselves guys, it's not going to be good. '' The crowd laughs while Anna rolls her eyes and smiles at you. '' We have a small surprise for you. '' as she says that, she points on the big screen behind you, when you turn around you are surprised to see a familiar face of one of your closest friends, Lewis Capaldi, wishing you a happy birthday and saying you guys need to go clubbing again soon. Laughing as his face fades away and the next one shows up, your very close friend and sometimes co-writer Taylor Swift, again wishing you the happiest birthday and saying how much she adores working with you and that she loves you very much. It went on for a while, all your friends and even your parents were there. Tears were falling down, and you didn't care it ruined your makeup. And then at the end there he was. My favourite face to see. Niall. '' Happiest birthday to you angel. I wish I could be there with you, just like we are always for our birthdays, but unfortunately I am not there to give you all the birthday hugs and wishes. I love you so much angel, keep rocking the world, and I will see you as soon as we can. '' At the end you were full on sobbing happy tears, hugging your manager and your band. The best surprise ever. '' I am very sorry for being a mess so publicly '' wiping your tears and thanking to whoever invented waterproof mascara for being the reason your makeup is not that ruined. '' Anyway, the show must go on, so let's go. '' picking up your acoustic guitar, adjusting it, you announce the song. ''You are in love. Let's go.''

''(...)

As the show is slowly coming to an end, and you're about to play a song that is about your boyfriend, that he inspired you to write. And Taylor helped you co-write it.

Morning, his place

Burnt toast, Sunday

You keep his shirt

He keeps his word

And for once, you let go

Of your fears and your ghosts

One step, not much

But it said enough

You kiss on side walks

You fight and you talk

One night he wakes

Strange look on his face

Pauses, then says

You're my best friend

And you knew what it was

He is in love. ''

'' Sadly, the show is slowly coming to an end. You guys were the absolute best and I adore spending my birthday with you all. This next song is literally one of the most accurate songs I've written about any of my relationship. When I got inspired by my loveliest boyfriend, I had to invite Taylor to help me write it, as we all know she is the lyrics master. Lover is one of my many nicknames I use for Niall, and I know that he's probably watching this or will watch it later, so hi Niall. '' you wave to one of the camera's while the crowd laughs. Gently, you start playing the guitar.

What you didn't know is that your boyfriend is a liar and is actually hiding with your assistant Jenna, waiting to come on the stage to surprise you. Of course, he wouldn't miss your birthday, even if he has to reschedule the concerts. You were absolutely worth it. As he waits for the part of the song he's gonna crash in, Jenna and Anna are making sure you don't accidentally notice Niall before time. The plan is for Anna to quickly distract you on one side while Niall comes out on the other side of the stage.

'' (...)

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Lover '' as you sing that part, you notice Anna waving at you like a maniac, distracting you and mouthing something to you. As you're trying to figure out what is she saying, the crowd starts screaming, and you freeze as the familiar voice starts to sing the next part of the song

''Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand...''

The song soon comes to an end, and you're bringing Niall into another hug. He just smiles and wraps his arms around your waist. '' Happy birthday, angel. I hope you don't mind me crashing. '' You just shake your head while holding him as close as you can. '' You are always welcome to crash my show. The next song is your song anyway, so you might as well stay and sing with me. '' he pulls away and looks at you. '' Let's go finish this show, so I can give you all the birthday kisses and hugs you want. ''

You turn around with your hand on your mouth, as the man himself makes his way towards you. You're in absolute shock because this man is supposed to be in America. He only laughs at your reaction as he pulls you towards him in a tight hug while still singing. Hugging him back, not wanting to let go of him. Slightly pulling away, looking him directly in his beautiful blue eyes while singing.

'' I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover ''

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