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thefallennightmare · 2 days

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I know that you usually do the headcannons on Monday's and you were thinking of moving it to Tuesday, but I was wondering if you would consider do a special Mother's Day one for this coming Sunday with Noah? I would love to see how Noah and Kenji would surprise Angel on Mother's Day.

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Please enjoy this special edition Mother's Day headcannon! It takes place in the Miracle Universe!

"SHH!" Kenji's loud voice came from down the hall. "You're going to wake momma up!!"

Noah chuckled. "Buddy, your mom slept through a fire. She can sleep through us making her breakfast."

"Wait," your four-year-old blinked. "Momma was in a fire?"

"Shit," Noah muttered under his breath while running his hand through his hair.

Kenji was too young for the story of how your crazy long lost brother tried to kill you in a fire. And how Noah walked through literal fire to save you.

"Sorry, it's an expression," Noah said while flipping the pancakes.

"What's an expression?" Kenji asked while taking a finger and dragging it through the bowl of pancake mix.

Even though he was four, your son Kenji was smarter than he looked. He did take after Noah after all.

You awoke in bed just in time to see Noah and Kenji walk into the room with a tray full of food, Kenji trying to carry the cup filled to the brim with orange juice.

Your heart lept in your throat when you noticed they were wearing matching Bad Omens sweaters and they were sporting the same hairstyle.

Noah had grown out his hair again, along with Kenji, and they both had it pulled back into buns.

"Happy mofers Day!" He yelled when he saw you were awake.

"Thank you my loves," you sleepily smiled at them.

Noah kissed you before setting out the large spread of food in front of you, both of your boys taking their fair share.

You didn't mind. You never did.

"So," Noah popped a grape in his mouth. "What do you want to do for your special day angel?"

"Honestly? This sounds perfect. Laying in bed with you two," you admitted.

The thought of going out in public with large crowds made you nervous, especially now.

Bad Omens were even bigger than they were before Kenji was born. Every time the three of you went out, someone recognized you guys and there had been a few times where you caught people taking pictures of Kenji.

Noah rubbed your back, working out the kinks of a restless night's sleep. "It's whatever you want, Y/N."

"Thank you," you rested your hand on his shoulder as his hand rubbed at your stomach; your ever-growing stomach.

Being nine months pregnant was another reason why you didn't want to go out.

It was a hot day in California and if there was a chance you could sit inside with air conditioning, you took it.

This pregnancy was a lot rougher than Kenji's. And with the previous miscarriages, you and Noah were taking a lot of extra precautions.

Your doctor ordered you on strict bed rest two months ago and Noah, who had tours and media planned, canceled it so he could stay home with you.

Something you tried to fight.

But even if Noah wasn't the one to cancel it, Matt would have because he didn't want anything to happen while they were on the road.

"So is my sister or broffer coming today?" Kenji asked once he finished scarfing down his pancakes.

Like he did every day since you told him six months ago.

"Soon bud," Noah ruffled his hair when Kenji squished himself between the two of you.

The three of you watched Bluey for a while until the baby in your womb began dancing around; right on your bladder.

You and Noah wanted to be surprised so didn't know the gender.

"I have to pee," you grunted while rolling out of bed.

Suddenly you stepped in something wet and when you glanced down, you felt your stomach drop.

"Did you spill something momma?" Kenji asked looking over the bed. "Momma peed!"

Noah immediately sat up in bed, his eyes locking on yours. "Did your-?"

You nodded. "My water just broke."

Less than thirty minutes later, Uncle Jesse and Uncle Jolly were at the house to watch Kenji while you and Noah rushed to the hospital.

You would have been perfectly fine with the gift of breakfast in bed for Mother's Day.

But eight hours later, as you lay in the hospital bed watching Noah do skin-to-skin with your daughter, you let out a lone tear.

"Best Mother's Day ever," you sighed.

Noah kissed your daughter's head. "I've got two angels now."

#tina talks #noah sebastian #bad omens #miracle noah sebastian #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian headcannons

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mikobeautifulheart · 3 days

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JJK men when you accidently cut yourself (but they didn't know)

TW: little mentions of blood but not alot, a little bit of angst. And unedited.

INCLUDING: YUJI AND Megumi

-Yuji-

"I'm back" Yuji said, dragging his feet along the floor.

It's been a busy week for both of you. So busy that Yuji dosent even remember the last time you've even had a proper conversation.

To hell with the shower he thought standing over your plesantly sleeping form calmly breathing. Slowly he kicked his shoes off to the side and slipped his uniform jacket off and laid down on the bed next to you.

You let out a small groan as you felt the bed shift and slowly came out of your sleep.

"Yuji..." You mumbled.

"Yeah" He said tiredly.

You sighed in relife that he was finally back

Yuji slowly it his arm around your side before noticing how damp the blanket on you was. He took just arm off and switched on the bed side light making you put your head under the pillow.

At first Yuji just thought he was tiered but then he blinked again to see that it was real, the blanket was soaked in blood.

"Y/n? Y/N? Wake up" he pulled the blanket off you to see a blood soaked bandage on your arm.

Right away he had the first adi kit and helped you sit up on the edge of the bed.

"Sorry Yuji, didn't mean to panic you, it's the last thing you need right now." You sighed putting your other arm up to your face to shield tour eyes from the light.

"I can't believe you weren't going to tell me! Y/n if your injured you need to see Shoko or at least go to a hospital" He said making sure to not apply the bandage to tight or to lose.

"You've been working all week and and youre exhausted to, Yuji look at your hands, youuve got little cuts on them, you should at least put a band-aid on them." You frowned

"Your the one to talk, with a losey bandaged cut arm. And no matter what happens I'm always putting you first." He said finally finishing up.

" Tommorow morning I'm taking you to Shoko." He said before throwing g the blanket in the wash and getting new ones.

That night he woke up every few hours to check your arm and to see if he might accidently touch it before carefully moving his arm away from it.

-Megumi-

You pushed your dorm door open and stumbled into the room, one hand clutching your side and the other practically dragging you around. You managed to take off one of your shoes before looking behind you to see your boyfried lazily dressed.

"y/n? Are you okay?" He walked over and crouched down infront of you, starting to untie your other shoe.

As soon as he carefully took it off you shot up and tried to stumble away from him.

"Wait, y/n is something wrong?" He asked, arms put streached to grab you.

"I'm grea-" you tripped over your own foot while trying to escape Megumi.

"-T" you hissed you felt Megumis arm wrapped around you, saving you from the fall.

Your breaths became fast as he slowly (practically carried you) to the couch.

You gasped for air as soon as you sat down.

"Y/N? What's going on??" Megumi asked concerned with your behaviour.

You moved your arm away from you side, shooting pain through your body when the pressure was released.

"You were right Megumi, I'm weak, I wasn't strong enough and now I have a gaping hole on my body." Tears welled up. You weren't sure if it was from the pain or the feeling of being to weak.

Within a second Megumi had you comfortably sat up on the couch while working his way round round your wound, cleaning it with cotton.

"I never said you were weak y/n, because your not. I said if you keep working yourself to much with out resting you'll become weaker, we all have our limits." He put the cotton down and started to wrap the bandage around your torso.

You looked down the other way feeling guilty that he had to deal with your mistake..your mess.

"I'm sorry" you said

"Don't be. You shouldn't be sorry. At the end of the day you helped people and your still alive, just be more careful okay?" He finished bandaging you before kissing it gently.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: Tehehe need to get back into writing so send some requests.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen megumi #yuji itadori x reader #yuji x reader #itadori yuji

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waywardsou2 · 3 days

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ General Bad Batch Head Canons ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Hunter

He was secretly always jealous of Cut getting to settle down, have a life, a family, getting away from all the war and bloodshed. Hunter had wanted that but never thought it was possibleHunter cried, fully cried to himself the night after Crosshair, despite everything that had just happened on Kamino, had still chosen the Empire over his brothers. Despite all he had seen on the battlefield all of the people he had failed to save, nothing hurt more than losing his brother.

When he was young, and ever since then Hunter has only ever let his brothers trim his hair. And he helps them cut theirs too. Hunter is very particular about his hair being a certain length and usually only trims his hair a few inches at best.

Hunter's face tattoo is actually to cover a birthmark. His other brothers (not the batch) used to tease him about it when they were cadets. He eventually got the tattoo to cover it up. These days he regrets it and doesn't understand why he folded to their teasing but he's still happy with it anyway. He doesn't regret the tattoo perse more the reason he felt the need to get it in the first place

Wrecker

Wrecker got Lula from a kid he helped on Ryloth when the Separatists were attempting to invade the planet, he loved it and was very attached to the toy. But he knew how important it was to the kid and he kept it with him for years until he gave it to Omega. He thought it made sense to give it to her, a young kid he had helped gave it to him and now he had passed it on to the next kid who needed it

Wrecker used to place fake bombs or stink bombs under his brother's bunks as pranks. He was always so obvious whenever he was doing this because he would be over-eager and giggle to himself, but he did manage to jump his brothers a few times with the prank

When Wrecker was caught in a bombing accident that messed up his eye and scared his face, he had a hard time adjusting to the way he looked, he didn't recognize part of himself now. And he especially hated when his hair didn't grow back the same way, and because of that he decided to shave it all off and continue to keep his head bald

In addition to that I think that when Wrecker was younger, he had hair a similar length to Hunter, and he liked it, despite the Kaminoans telling him to cut it several times. He does miss his hair at times, but he does like it better without hair hindering him.

Tech

Techs goggles function the same as prescription glasses, he's actually far sighted, this is why his helmet was built to fit around his goggles because he basically cannot see without them

(less of a head canon more of a canon fact with my personal twist) Tech is the youngest of his brothers but he was the quickest to mature and grow, which he likes reminding them about constantly.

(this one is gonna hurt, sorry in advance) When he fell off of the rail car into the ravine below, he didn't instantly but have some very fatal wounds and wasn't far off, Hemlock and his men found him and Hemlock took his goggles from off of his dying body and left. Leaving his men to dispose of him (I don't know what my mind was thinking when I wrote this, I guess I just love angst too much)

Tech had feelings for Phee but he never knew if she was being polite or flirting with him. He never said anything about it to her or his brothers because he figured that there was never going to be a time for him to ever act on those feelings so he never did anything about them.

Echo

(keep in mind I haven't seen any pre Bad Batch content of Echo so some of this stuff might conflict with his canon)

When Echo got blown up and had to have his face reconstructed he was awake for most of the procedure because if he slept or if they induced him it wasn't likely that he would wake up again, especially considering all of the damage done to his body and brain.

(Idk why but this one is super random but just feels right to me) Echo really likes butterflies, he likes the delicacy and beauty that comes from the creature's existence, the first time he saw one he was taken aback and had stopped to admire it. His Commander scolded him for getting left behind at the time

Echo used to pick at his head implants, they made him really uncomfortable and self-conscious, and his brothers used to have to stop him from damaging them and endangering himself. It was a really big issue of his for a while.

Crosshair

Crosshair's tattoo is also a cover-up for a scar, it's the right side of the crosshair that touches his nose. That line is actually a healed over scar underneath. He thought considering his nickname that the tattoo wasn't a bad idea. He was also secretly just copying his big brother Hunter, not that he would ever admit that

This guy can nap anywhere, and I mean anywhere. He doesn't sleep so he naps when he can. In trees, standing up, in the cockpit literally any where.

Adding onto the head canon from before I think Crosshair would have insomnia. But as he would do he never told the Kaminoans because he didn't want them to "fix him"

Crosshair has a nervous/general tick where he chews on his lip, he used to chew it so often that he often had cuts all over them. In place of cutting up his lips he decided to try and alternative - toothpicks. This was a good way to hide it but to still be able to tick when he needed to, plus the toothpicks were easy to access because he could collect them from the mess hall on Kamino

I realised at the end that I hadn't written any for Omega. How dare I? I promise I'll upload some soon

Hope you enjoyed these! Tell me your head canons below!

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cosmicjoke · 2 days

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It seems pretty obvious to me that Levi doesn't care about how other people perceive him.

I think a lot of Levi's so-called "rudeness" just comes from Levi lacking awareness of what's considered socially acceptable behavior, or what's considered a proper way of speaking, due to the deprived state of his upbringing. But I also think Levi just doesn't care to learn what would be considered the proper way to conduct himself or speak, simply because Levi isn't someone who feels a need for or is motivated by wanting others to perceive him positively. He shows no shame or embarrassment for the way he is, no insecurity for how he stands out or is made conspicuous by his lack of social sophistication or skill.

The only time we actually see Levi express any sort of self-awareness or concern for his lack of social skill or his blunt manner and speech, is when it inadvertently has a negative impact on someone else. Like when Mikasa got angry at Levi for "blaming" Eren for not being able to harden his Titan skin, and Levi went out of his way to try and explain that he wasn't blaming Eren, but just complaining generally about the situation.

I also think Levi can become offended when people make certain assumptions about him, like how Flagon assumed Levi was used to living in squalor in "No Regrets", just assuming he had no concept of cleanliness because of where he came from, or when Eren made his remark about Rod Reiss being a "little old man", and Levi, according to Isayama, felt a little offended at the thought that his squad saw him that way.

But in terms of having feelings of shame for the way he is, or feeling embarrassed by it, I don't think Levi feels any of that at all. And I also don't think Levi is at all motivated in his actions by wanting others to like him. He never attempts to modulate his speech or behavior in order to ingratiate himself to anyone. Making friends or making himself popular has never been a concern of Levi's. Others viewing him as good or heroic or in a positive light has never been any sort of incentive for him. He never seeks praise or acknowledgement for his heroic deeds, like, for example, when Erwin tried to thank him for helping to capture the Female Titan, and Levi told him he should be thanking the soldiers that gave their lives for it.

As an aside, I think it also demonstrates why Zeke's attempt to deflect from Levi's questioning of him over Ragako village didn't really work. Because Zeke is very much the opposite of Levi, in multiple ways, the need to be liked being just one.

Zeke very much does seek to be liked. He wants other to perceive his actions as heroic and for himself to be viewed as a martyr, of sorts. He frames his horrific actions in a positive light, like when he murders people and says he's really "saving" them. He's very charming and knows how to talk to people, and uses those skills precisely as a tool to manipulate others into getting what he wants out of them. Undoubtedly those were skills he honed over time to become more effective in his ability to manipulate others. He's a con artist and a liar.

Levi is very much the opposite. If he wants you to do something, he'll typically either threaten you with violence, and resort to actual violence. He doesn't lie, or try to manipulate, or try to ingratiate himself to win you over. If he's attempting to solicit someone's help, generally, he'll level with you, be bluntly honest with you, and treat you as an equal by expecting as much from you as he would from himself.

That's why Zeke's comment about Levi's popularity wasn't the sick burn he thought it was. Because while being popular might be important to Zeke, it isn't important at all to Levi.

And again, I think that really demonstrates Levi's selfless and pure heart. That we only see him check himself and his behavior when he perceives it as having an unintentionally negative impact on others, and never in an attempt to make others like him, speaks volumes about his character.

He really does just want to help people out of the goodness of his heart, because he genuinely cares about them and wants them to live and be okay. He doesn't care what they think of him, as long as they're alright. They can hate him, and it's fine. That's also what his speech to the 104th shows, when he speaks about being willing to "play the role of a lunatic that kills people", as long as no one else has to go through it, too. It doesn't matter if others see him as a monster or a bad person, as long as it leads to them having better or longer lives. Ironically, of course, that only shows what a good person he actually is, that he's willing to take on that burden, that he's okay with people hating him, as long as they themselves are alright.

There's nothing egotistical about Levi. He really is just that selfless and kind.

#Levi Ackerman #attack on titan #shingkei no kyojin #analysis

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nunalastor · 1 day

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Dark Forced Family Recovery/Overlord Found Family + Angel Dust

Alastor made sure the overlords didn't know what was going on in his head after waking up—or they said he "woke up" but Alastor couldn't remember going to sleep. In his head he was never asleep, he had been somewhere else, somewhere he couldn't feel any pain, somewhere away from everything where no one and nothing could find him. He knew that wasn't real, but that begged the question of what was? Where he was now was better than where he had been, in his hotel territory that became his prison, he thought this wasn't real because it was too good to be true. He got his powers back at a level he wasn't used to, his full powers had returned but stronger, he could only assume it was a gift from someone, but who? Lucifer? Roo? They forced him to be weak, that didn't make sense, but who else had the power to? Was it someone who rescued him? He still could barely process anyone came to save him. Rosie he had hoped for, Zestial and Carmilla he was only slightly surprised by, but Vox? Why was Vox here? Why, after everything? Did Vox think this would undo everything that happened between them? He didn't trust Vox, he didn't want to be near him or spend even a moment in V-tower, but he had no choice. Nobody could know what happened to him, and thinking about being under the red skies where Lucifer or Charlotte could be hiding and ready to snatch him up made his skin crawl and shake outside of his control. Lucifer and Charlotte were still watching him, they still wanted him, he wasn't stupid enough to say otherwise. They probably just let him go to fix himself up and when he was fully recovered they would come back for him and—

"...Al?"

Angel Dust. He knew that voice anywhere, and hearing it made him lose his grip on the physical therapy bars, crashing to the ground in a humiliating fashion. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! No option was good, he hadn't done cocaine that day to empty his head because his control over his body was even worse while high, but if he wasn't high that meant he was losing it or worse: Lucifer and Charlotte found him. This damn tower was supposed to be safe! Static took over his vision so much he didn't see Angel running over and trying to make sure he wasn't hurt from a nasty fall. He could have been silent or begging for all he knew, static took over his hearing too.

Angel for his part was still shocked he ran into Alastor here of all places. He helped with the rescue but didn't think he had any right to see Alastor again for not taking action against the DFF situation sooner. Zestial agreed it was best he not see Alastor unless Alastor was ready, and if he had to guess from Alastor's reaction to seeing him being to fall and go into some kind of panic attack, muttering nonsense that Angel translated to roughly "I'm still broken, you don't want me yet, don't take me" (a claim that was a massive can of worms for prideful Alastor to say in desperation) Alastor was in no way ready. Angel wanted to leave, let Vox know he ran into Alastor on accident and someone needed to help him, but when he saw Alastor getting frustrated and punching hard on his own legs that barely reacted, Angel put the pieces together of what was going on and that he had to do something.

"Hey, look at me, Smiles. I'm not gonna hurt you, and I'm not gonna tell anyone I saw you. Okay?" He used his second and third set of arms to stabilize along Alastor's ribs and pull him up to his feet, Alastor flinched but was now more focused on staying upright than he was on being terrified. Angel waited until the panicked haze over Alastor's eyes cleared, waiting again for a fight that didn't come. "Come on, let's get you walkin' again."

👀

#hazbin hotel #nunalastor asks #dark forced family #overlord found family

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differenteagletragedy · 1 day

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Swap AU for @minthe-drawings' Baxter x MC week!!!

Day 1: First meeting

You stood on the shore, gazing out at the ocean and taking everything in. The smell of salt, the light of the sunset reflecting off the water.

The feeling of the warm hand placed so comfortably in yours.

Over the course of your long lifetime, so many memories had been made here on the beach by your childhood home. But if you had to pick your very favorite one, it was really no contest.

"Hey Baxter," you said, turning your head.

Your husband met your eyes, his trademark smirk playing on his face as he answered, "Yes, darling?"

You took a moment to study him. His hair was greying, not the same grey he had as a child, though that was present too -- he'd stopped dying his hair decades ago. Wisps of silver were highlighted in the soft waves that framed his handsome face. Crow's feet and laugh lines could be seen in the corners of his eyes and around his mouth.

Evidence of a life well lived.

Lifting his hand, you placed a kiss along his knuckles. You asked, "Do you remember the day we met?"

He laughed, an easy, bright, beautiful sound, then moved to take you in his arms.

"How could I forget?"

The thing was, you're sure that you both had forgotten lots of things over the years. Not because you didn't want to remember, of course, but because there had been too many things happen between you to catalogue them all. Maybe there was a kiss that you should have tried harder to hold onto, or an inside joke forgotten to time.

You'd spent over 40 years together. More than half of your journey was over -- you didn't know how many years you had left to make those kinds of precious memories, or how well you'd be able to save them.

"Tell me about it," you said softly.

Baxter kissed your forehead and began stroking your hair, then he did as you asked.

He told you all about how his family had moved to Sunset Bird when he was nine years old, and how scared he was by everything. Being in a new town, so close to the ocean that used to terrify him, it had all overwhelmed him. So that very first day, as his parents were directing the movers, he'd snuck away to the beach. He'd wanted to face his fear, to try to conquer it so it didn't eat away at him.

That's what he was doing when you approached him.

"I was so happy to see another child in the neighborhood," he said, moving to rub your shoulders. "And also scared that I wouldn't be able to make a friend."

"That's understandable, but I think it's safe to say you made one."

He laughed again, and when his laughter turned to a smile, he gave you a soft kiss.

"I think so too."

You wanted to share a million more kisses with Baxter. You wanted a million more days on the beach with him, a million more lifetimes with him.

As much as it broke your heart, there really wasn't any possible way to experience those last two wishes. But the first one, you thought with a grin, you just might be able to accomplish.

#our life beginnings and always #baxter ward #our life #our life baxter #baxter x mc #baxter x reader #baxter x you #baxter ward x you #baxter ward x mc #baxter ward x reader #our life swap au #baxtermcweek

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kingofthering · 2 days

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Read @flyingfabio's thoughts on her weekend in Le Mans and realized it could be nice for me to give mine as well. Also going to go under a read more for the sanity of everyone's dash.

context/overall things

This was my second MotoGP race weekend and my second time in Le Mans. Last year I went alone with a grandstand ticket (Zarco GS) that I bought in January kind of an on a whim. In October I had access to the presales for 2024 and I got two VIP tickets (Club Grand Prix to be exact), one of which I gifted to my dad for Christmas.

These were a hefty price (650 euros) and if I were to do it again, I would go for one of the other VIP ticket packages (probably Sunday lodge/box [can't find the right translation but the things above the garages] for 500 euros). I do realize that it's a lot of money but I'm in a place in my life where I can save money every month and afford to splurge on things like this occasionally, so, yeah. And I think that overall, the experience was worth it.

This was my first time being alone with my dad and traveling with him for 4 days. I love my dad but he's had a lot of health issues in the past years and he's done a lot of work to be better physically but he's still a little diminished now and can't walk as fast as I can and needs to take breaks every now and then. I will admit that this wasn't always easy to manage because of my excitement and my lack of patience at times but we had a good time overall. I was also stressed because I needed things to go well and I didn't sleep much (and didn't eat much because of the stress) so my dad ended up having to take care of me on Saturday night but we both survived in the end.

I will say, even if you have a GS ticket or even a GA one, a weekend in Le Mans has so much to offer that I think people should really attend if they have the chance to. In addition to the usual MotoGP/Moto2/Moto3, you also get MotoE and the Rookies Cup which means that there is always something happening on track (pretty much). The fanzone events with the riders are really nice (I didn't attend this year but I had a really good time in 2023) and the Mechanical Show on Saturday is pretty cool as well.

One thing that I will also always give to Le Mans is the access to the circuit. You have the tramway (that runs through the whole city) arriving 150 meters away from the East gate of the circuit. There are a lot of people riding the trams but it was okay, I even found the organization of Sunday afternoon pretty great (while I was stressed of being too late at the train station and I sure wasn't).

The sound of the bikes at the start might be my new favorite thing in the world. I will say, please if you come to a race weekend, have stuff to protect your ears (earplugs or headphones), you will need them (they do sell them at the track if you forget).

I knew from Thursday already that we were going to break the attendance record. The number of people on track on Thursday and Friday already were insane. Le Mans has always been a popular GP (duh, it was holding the attendance record already) but Wednesday and Thursday being holidays in France (and a lot of people not working on Friday as a consequence) definitely helped.

VIP things

Access to the stands' building : This was my favorite thing in the ticket. I could have done with just that (and the paddock visit). This building is the one right above the garages so you got the pit lane on one side (and a lot of seats you sit in in the 4th floor to overlook the circuit, the pit lane, the podium) and the paddock on the other side. You essentially get to watch things happening in the paddock and people working there and it's so interesting. When you're on the 1st floor, you have gates that riders come up to sometimes to interact with fans. This was quite eye-opening to me on how much riders interact with fans throughout the weekend (and that we don't get to see when we're at home). The one that I saw interacting the most with fans throughout my days there was definitely Marc (he's so loved but he gives so much back honestly). On the 2nd floor you had the media room where they do their rounds of media and if you were there at the right time, you could interact with the riders when they were going up or down from media center. Most of them stopped from autographs and photos all the times I was there (Thursday afternoon for the press conferences, Friday afternoon after PR, Saturday afternoon after the sprint).

Paddock tour/visit : maybe my favorite part that I want to replicate so badly. I had to pick a time among offered slots and I chose the 10:30-13:00 on Friday because I didn't want to be missing any important sessions. You're basically free to roam the paddock as you want during your time slot and I saw so many familiar faces, it was insane, even non-riders like Massimo Rivola or Jack Appleyard (from the MotoGP broadcast). The first rider I talked to was Cele and at first I wasn't sure I had recognized him and I didn't want to run so I walked fast to get him before he went into the VR46 motorhome and god, I was so awkward at first (sorry Cele) and he couldn't hear me well because the MotoGP bikes were doing FP1 at the time but I did ask him about his collarbone (and he said he was fine) and told him I was hoping we could see him back soon. He seemed shy as well but very sweet. I also got to talk to (and take photos with) Fermin, Manuel (Gonzalez) and David Alonso. After my brain remembered how to speak Spanish I congratulated David for his best rookie title last season and told him I was betting on him for this season (and wishing him luck). He was really sweet as well. On the MotoGP side, I waited an hour in front of Yamaha's side to see Fabio (also got to see Rinsy first) and well, I did see Fabio from very up close but things were very chaotic and people behind were pushing and that wasn't exactly fun but, well. In the meantime, my dad got to talk to Bezz and he told me he seemed like a very nice and funny guy (more on that story here) and I will say I got a little jealous of that. Overall a really cool experience.

Pit lane visit : I thought we couldn't do it at the supposed time and in the end, we were able to enter the pit lane around 11:40, after quali. Honestly, seeing the bikes from up close like this is so cool. Like, shit, they're so pretty it's insane. Also, I feel like the garages look much bigger on TV? It was quite cool to see. I saw Mav coming back to his garage and start his debrief with his team. Also saw Bezz in his box and I saw Mig, who I didn't get to talk to but love even more now anyway. After about 10-15 minutes we had to leave so that was quite short but cool anyway. I know they did a pit lane visit open to everyone on Thursday but there were so many people, it seemed a little scary (but probably worth it if you're ready to queue early and throw some elbows around if needed).

Club Grand Prix access : the box was on the main straight. It was quite comfortable and I will say that the access to easy bathroom and free drinks was quite nice. I didn't eat much because of the state of my stomach but people were complimenting the food. Oh and having screens in there was quite practical. As I said earlier, it's not the ticket I would book again. I was a little frustrated by the fact we were not in the open air and it took away from the race experience for me. (Still amazing for a lot of people and my dad really appreciated the comfort but I know I personally would have been better in the stands' building.)

My experience is subjective because of the times I was there but like I said before, I saw a lot of Marc taking time for fans (one time he couldn't go up to a little kid but he sent JL to give him a slider), saw Maverick a bunch of times as well, Rinsy too. I heard people say that Johann was also taking a lot of time for the fans. I saw Jack give his cap (fully unprompted) to a little kid on Saturday on his way down from media. The only time I saw Pedro he didn't have time for the fans and most people I've heard were saying that he never seemed to really be engaging with people (but I talked with a guy who fully understood it as "it can't be easy for him getting all that attention all of a sudden"). He sure got a lot of appreciation from the public in the stands, though. Bezz spent a lot of time to sign everybody's stuff on Saturday. Alex (Marquez) was the last one to go to media and I asked him for a photo right before he got in for a media and he said "two minutes" and came back 10 minutes later and immediately came to me for the photo and was super sweet about it. I already had a good experience with Alex last year and I was really happy to have another one this year as well.

the racing

I will say, I definitely need to watch the sprint and the race calmly because I'm so confused about what happened when. Like obviously I remember the last lap battle between Marc & Pecco and I remember Pecco's retirement in the sprint (even filmed him coming back to the pits) but hm, yeah, things are a big mess in my head. Moto2 was eh (filmed Tony getting to his box and being not so happy when talking to his team) and Moto3 was pretty entertaining.

People were so happy with Fabio got directly to Q2 and I was as well. Quali was fun to watch as well. I'm just sad I didn't get to see practice starts in front of me but the real starts were cool too.

We see them on TV but the sheer amount of people that are on the grid before races is insane. And the way everyone immediately starts running from the pits when the guys leave for the sighting lap? So impressive to watch. I honestly could have spent my weekend watching teams work, it was so interesting to me.

#lm24 blogging #guess I will put it in there #sorry this got long #I probably forgot a lot of stuff still #10 years ago I was having the roughest of time during my post highschool studies and now here we are #anyway let's not overthink this and just hit post

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₊‧₊˚Manifesting and the Bible 2/2˚₊✩‧₊

Part one here :🩵

I will talk about everything and anything here. My thoughts about some '' sensitive '' topics I guess..

The genesis

When I was a Christian, I always asked myself how the world was created. And I loved the Genesis part, I could read it again and again.

But when we think about that it's how we create our world in our mind. Everything is pitch black and we visualise the sky, the land, the sea ect. It's the same principle, when you want something in your mind, it have to be created. It's already done.

The Bible God didn't wait for 3 days, 21 days, months or years. Got instantly. He wasn't like '' How can I create tree? They need to grow. '' or '' I need water to make the ocean ''

No.

It's like when you have a desire, if... For example you want a cup of water, it will appear in your hand instantly and you will drink it.

The Bible God went straight to the end, when his creation was already finish. And it's true and good. Because what you think in the mind is true and good.What you think in your mind is the truth, what I mean by that when you think about your bad circumstances and bring those circumstances into your mind and focus on them, it's true for your mind.

Because your mind accepts everything as true.

The creation of man :

So God created man in his own image,

in the image of God he created him;

male and female he created them.

God (aka your mind) created the men (the outside people, the people in your 3d) at your image. They are created according to your inner self beliefs.

Let's take myself as an example.. When I was 11, I felt really alone. I had no friends, nobody to talk to. My inner self state was :Loneliness.

Guess what? People around me were created according to that state. They made me feel alone, left alone,ignored.

When you feel left out by your SP, your Sp will make you feel that way. The 🔥🧊 behavior is due to :

Sometimes I visualise and affirm that my Sp loves me.

But

Sometimes I tell myself that my Sp is ignoring me.

People around you are your inner self expressing themselves within the people around you.

The end of the world or Judgements day :

I want to tell you that nobody will come across the sky to judge you. No one. That's my thought tho. I mean a being who didn't lived on Earth cannot judge you for what you've done on Earth.

But let's go straight to the subjet. Hell is the state of living a life you don't like. Imagine a life in a body you don't love, seeing your Sp getting married and being happy with someone else and never achieve your dream? This is Hell.

Hell is looking around and seeing your circonstances getting worst and worst. Being trapped in this reality, being slaved to your senses, the 3d. This is Hell.

That's why (it's sound like those Christian classes I used to do) Jesus came to save you. Your imagination is here to save you. Your imagination forgives all your sins (your failures, the bad things you have done in the past).

The imagination wants you to go to heaven.

Heaven is a state of having your desire. Being fulfilled, living in bliss. Having your perfect life, your Sp,your desired body, your friends.

This is heaven. And the end of the world is what? It's the end of your life on Earth. Will you have the life of your dream and have access to heaven or having a life you didn't loved, a life you hated.

It's for God, your inner self to decide if you go to Heaven or Hell. That's why every LOA bloggers tells you to DECIDE! What do you want? You want to have your desired life? Or live in a world full of bad circumstances. It's for you to decide.

IF I AM GOD, WHY THE WORLD IS NOT IN PEACE?

Unless you identify with a savior, you won't be. There is war because you are conscious of it. Plus you can't save anybody, look at how many people know about manifestation and Loa and keep saying that it's a '' Gen Z thing '', '' New age '', '' Satanism '', '' Trick for lazy people '', '' Delulu ''

Once, someone called me Satanist,my parents called me Delulu. We can't save everybody.

And the more we will be focus on making peace, the more we will see that they are still places At war, so the more we will be conscious about the world not being in peace.

I think I said it all. Maybe I have more to talk about in the future.

#loa tumblr #loassumption #robotic affirming #law of assumption #manifestation #loa assumptions #loa blog #affirming loa #affirm and manifest 🫧 🎀✨ ִִֶָ ٠˟#affirm and persist

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the moment i started shipping kabumisu (spoilers ahead for chapters 45-62)

okay. this is gonna be a long one.

you'd think i'd be reasonable and start shipping these two characters from the moment they spend time alone in the dungeon, right? wrong. like the unreasonable guy i am, i saw them both placed a certain way and my brain went "shipped." let me explain.

chapter 45. this is the first time they interact. i wasn't thinking much at this point, but i just wanted to point out this frame because it looks damn cool (and i wanna maybe trace it on paper)

chapter 54 mithrun notices kabru has skill for the first time. at this point i didn't think much more than "oh he's looking at him."

kabru notices mithrun (or maybe he's just shocked about the water; i decided nonetheless to add this.) not much to report yet either on my personal feelings at this point.

and then this happens. first off i was thinking about kabru saving others without thinking but that's another subject. then i saw mithrun was LEANING BACK on kabru whilst between his legs and the gentle way he held his wrist for support i was like huh??! am i supposed to be getting homoerotic subtext from this? i was... intrigued. a little ship bell went off in my head, but there was no ripeness to it yet. not ready to be plucked.

like look at this in closeup please

then can we get this whole ass frame. where we clearly see how close they are physically. from that point on i thought "lol if this goes on i might crackship them haha blush" i mean their body position makes them look like they could be on a casual date (hands on thighs hands on thighs hands-)

and then THIS pat pat head yes good boy smart boy i see how you have excellent perception skills, let us work together to fight this monster do what i say now also just situationally i was kinda awed because not a moment ago they were kinda distrustful on edge but here immediately mithrun makes a plan involving kabru (no, not the other elves, but kabru) to take down the monster together & puts trust in him & idk i think two characters fighting together always feels intimate to me in a way (not necessarily romantic or anything); like characters are familiar with each other

"pat"

chapter 55 nothing special but i like the way they look at each other here even if there is no romantic or erotic tension or anything. maybe i just like the art of this.

i mean i know they're on a pillar but look at how close they are

just look at the way mithrun is being held and tell me that if taken out of context these images don't scream homoeroticism. and yes, this is the moment i decided to ship them.

(again, taken out of context) mithrun looks like the husband silently threatening whoever kabru is arguing with

and now this. this. look at this beautiful piece of art. look at how falin holds sissel(thistle). there is tenderness in that grip; protection. then above them you see kabru's self-protection in holding mithrun hostage yet the picture as a whole immediately made me think of "the lovers" archetype. duality. being held. idk. but seeing this was powerful.

mithrun tries to free himself from kabru's grip, the way he is held is constricing. yet if you changed the way you look at it, it could be perceived as holding on to a lover for dear life as you both tumble to your death. is that what the mangaka intended?? i am not one to usually read much into symbolism or stuff if i'm just casually reading - and i certainly don't know anything about art or literary symbolism - but all these thoughts immediately sprung out to me. these panels made me feel something so intense. (exquisite art, really!!)

so this is how i started shipping kabumisu. once i got to chapter 61 and realised "oh DAMN they will actually be spending one-on-one time together?" i was pleasantly surprised and knew i would not be alone in shipping them.

that is all :3 thank you for reading if you got this far!

#kabumisu #dunmeshi spoilers #dungeon meshi spoilers #dunmeshi #sprt.tag #meta #i guess #but also just ramblings haha #imagine how loud my ship bells were ringing once kabru was all 'no dear you need to take care of your body let me just remind you to go to #the bathroom and to sleep and all that'#mithrun

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Paw Prints in Fresh Soil

(Previous Chapter) - Part 8

Professor Remus x Male Reader

Summary: While teaching at Hogwarts Professor Lupin tries his best to conceal his strong crush for the green fingered grounds keeper Y/N but soon a strong friendship blooms into something more.

CW: 18 YEAR OLDS + ONLY: Long chapter with A LOT of smut

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Remus was unable to hide his flushed cheeks and gleeful smile throughout the rest of the teaching day. His students simply assumed he was in a particularly good mood that day. The Professor religiously checked the time after every class, assessing how long he had to wait before seeing Y/N again. He could still taste the wet fabric of Y/N's pre cum stained boxers on his lips. It made the wolf inside him feral.

Once teaching concluded for the day Remus eagerly returned to his chambers. Despite lust filling his head Remus was suddenly overwhelmed by the concern of hosting and began to quickly clean scattered books and papers off the floor and table. Then in an attempt to set the mood the Professor brought out a number of candles, placing them around the room and lighting them accordingly. Afterwards Remus lit the fire and then looked around the room satisfied, the low amber glow around him vividly reminded him of taking care of Y/N's cold body during his recovery.

Remus attempted to preoccupied himself as he waited for Y/N by laying on the sofa half heartedly flicking through one of his books. This distraction only worked temporarily as the thought of what if Y/N would be hungry on arrival entered Remus' mind. Panickily he hurried to his small kitchen. Similar to his poison skills, his cooking abilities were extremely limited and lacking. As Remus frantically tried to figure out why the eggs he was trying to scramble were producing storm clouds of smoke from the pan, he failed to notice the latch of his door quietly opening and Y/N entering the room.

Remus was completely oblivious to Y/N's presents until the groundskeepers fingers slipped passed Remus' to take hold of the frying pan. Remus' surprise was promtly replaced with relief and then embarrassment as he let Y/N save what was left of his scrambled eggs which took on more of the apprentice of scrambled charcoal. Sitting on the candle lit floor by the fire Y/N insisted on eating the least burnt parts of Remus' disastrous meal, insisting it wasn't that bad. Remus laughed and watched Y/N, his long arm stretch across the sofa that their backs were resting against. His hand on Y/N's shoulder Remus rubbed his thumb up and down the fabric of the groundskeepers shirt tentatively. The contact between them felt so natural.

Although both men knew exactly what they had came here for, as the night progressed the pair stayed in each other's arms talking. Y/N told Remus about his transition and how he struggled connecting to his family because of it, "They never planned to have a Muggle child, let alone a queer son" Y/N said pensively, looking into the fire. He then turned back and smiled warmly at Remus, "It's okay though, I manage" his words were genuine but Remus could still see sadness behind Y/Ns handsome eyes. Remus squeezed Y/N shoulder lovingly and pulled him in closer.

Midnight came and went as the men talked relentlessly, as Y/N continued to tell Remus about his life the weary Professor found himself equally opening up. He told Y/N about his affliction and the toll it put on his body every month. He talked about how he often felt a great deal of guilt and shame for the way he was. With each personal secret of their lives they shared with one another their emotional bond grew as well as thier physical proximity, by the time the last fire embers extinguished themselves Y/N was curled up in-between Remus' open legs. Their hands weaved around one another like ivy up and old stone wall. Gently Remus kisses Y/Ns ear and whispered "Shall we go to bed?", looking up towards the Professor, Y/N nodded. They walked to the bedroom hand in hand. Their eyes slowly adjusted to the dark as they watched one another start to remove their clothes. Deep conversations about everything and nothing flowed between the pair again once they were laying on their sides facing one another, just in their underwear. Y/N explained which parts of his body were still sensitive after surgery and in general how he preferred being treated in bed to not feel dysphoric. Additionally Remus told Y/N which parts of his own body where most fragile, showing which scars had healed poorly.

Both men were not sure when they'd drifted off to sleep but the comfort of being engulfed in each other's arms was too tranquil to resist. Early morning owl cries woke Y/N up from the deepest sleep he felt he'd had in a life time. The room was still completely dark. Y/N had rolled to his opposite side, with his back against Remus' front, the taller man's arms were cradling Y/N and he could feel Remus' hot exhaling breathes in the crook of his neck. Considering he was a light sleeper Y/N appreciated the fact Remus didn't snore. As Y/N wiggled his body to get my comfort he felt his back press further into Remus, who's peaceful breathing suddenly got lower. Y/N moved a little more and felt the small of his back push against Remus' crotch, he was noticeable hard and the sensation made Y/N blush. Remus' lower breathing grew into a deep growl, his body shifted and then his grip tightened around Y/N.

"I'm sorry.. did I wake you? Sorry" breathed Y/N unsuccessfully hiding how flustered and arose he was becoming, Remus pushed his body closer to his. "Don't be" Remus' voice rumbled through Y/Ns ear and made his body shake. Y/N's limbs suddenly felt limp and stupid as Remus' hand slowly pulled down Y/N's boxers and then his own. Even in the darkness Y/N could feel Remus' impressive length resting against his leg, a small wet patch at the end. Tenderly kissing Y/N's shoulder Remus positioned himself then carefully began to enter Y/N from behind. Hums passed through Y/N's pressed lips which turned to whimpers as he became overwhelmed with the sheer sensational volume his body was feeling. "Hold onto me pup" Remus' low sleep filled voice said softly, "It's alright, I've got you". These sincere words followed by blankets of kisses up his neck helped relax Y/N, his forearms gripping onto the strong arms wrapped around him, as he loosened his tense body he could feel Remus' whole cock fully inside him, it was enough to make Y/N's brain fully switch off.

"That's my boy" Remus huffed rocking his body and guiding Y/N's to do the same "your doing so well... god You feel amazing". The room was silent except for the steady creaking of the wooden bed frame and both men's heated moans. The air was filled with privacy and intimate passion. "Y/N.. are you okay, dose it feels good for you?" Remus asked between pants feeling himself getting harder inside of the smaller man. Having seemingly lost the ability to talk Y/N took hold of one of Remus' hands and delicately pulled it down his own body, reaching his thighs he pulled apart to folds to reveal his throbbing cock tip to Remus. The Professor's breathing paused momentarily as he felt how large and stimulated Y/N's cock was. A new pleasure swept across Remus' body now he could tell how turned on Y/N was. "I ... I" Y/N was barely able to whisper while he showed Remus' fingers how to rub against his tip "I want you to make me cum AH" before Y/N finished his request Remus took to for filling it. Coating with thumb and forefinger with Y/N's precum he slowly started to rub Y/N's erection, taking note how even the slightest touch down there made Y/N's back arch . "With pleasure my love" Remus cooed before thrusting his hips harder behind Y/N.

Y/N very rarely let himself fully go in any situation, even when he was alone. Yet Remus was sending every fibre of skin he had alight. His throbbing cock ached spectacularly from Remus' meticulous touch, he knew he was going to cum soon. Remus' body was having the same reaction to Y/N and as the groundskeeper widened his leg span, giving Remus more space, his pleasure tipped over the edge. "Fuck Y/N I'm" was all Remus could announce before overflowing feelings of ecstasy escaped his body. Y/N was getting drunk feeling all of Remus' inside him. Extending his high Remus continued to pump Y/N slower but with harder thrusts, his own body starting to buck. These sharp movements were too much for Y/N "Oh Christ Remus .. I'm ..I'm. Fuck. I'm going to scream. Please stop me". Swiftly Remus lifted up his free hand and clasped it fully over Y/N's trembling mouth, pulling his head back slightly. Remus' other hand stayed on Y/N's cock as he synchronized his hip thrusts to his wrist jerk. The hand gag seemed to have the opposite affect on Y/N for each muffled moan came quicker after the others and became more desperate. Even though his own high was fading Remus was loving this display and pure lust and with each moan from Y/N he tighter his grip over his mouth and tilted his head back further. Suddenly Y/N's body stopped squirming, become unbelievably still and tense as he let out a muffled moan which sounded as if he was crying. His body arched and then rubbed against Remus' fingers enthusiastically, at which point Remus felt warm cum over his fingers. He waited until Y/N had finished rocking and then withdraw his fingers to his open mouth, licking around his knuckles he devoured Y/N's taste. "You taste beautiful" Remus whispered causing Y/N to shake and twitch now Remus had pulled out. Y/N shock so hard he made the mattress quiver so Remus sitting up, scoped Y/N in between his legs and pulled the blankets up to wrapped around both their shoulders. Shushing and petting the younger man's Y/H/C hair Remus kissed his warm cheeks "You were perfect Y/N".

"Some .. Sometimes I get .. I .. very non verbal after.. af" Y/N jittered through his wobbling lip. Caressing Y/Ns hand Remus kissed it gently, "That's okay" He reassured, "as long as you are okay?". Y/N smiled and nodded, snuggling into Remus cosy embrace. After a moment of peaceful recovery Remus asked "Shall we both get cleaned up and then go back to bed?". Y/N nodded again and was about to gingerly make his way off the bed but gasped in surprise as his weight lifted off the sheets. Supported by Remus' arms the Professor carried Y/N to the bathroom, switching the light on with his elbow. Both men couldn't stop bashfully smiling at each other.

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scarlet-ancunin · 2 days

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A/n: inspired by the song two sweet, also the gangs all here!

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨

Your So Adorable~

Tav was never one to go to parties but their friends insisted they do. It was because Tav's other half of friend was coming back from their long vacation of exploring Faerun. The only ones that stood behind with Tav was Gale, Karlach and Wyll.

The ones coming back was Astarion, Lae'zel, Shadowheart and Halsin was returning.

How did it happen? Well it started with Karlach barging into the room Tav, Wyll and Gale were currently talking about their next course of action to catching a runaway Prisoner for a client they were currently working for.

They started a hunter association that hunted any criminals around the city of Baldur's Gate. The friends coming back from their vacation also worked there so it was nice to be together again.

The loud bang of the door slamming open, rattling the hinges slightly and Karlach's excited booming voice announced "Guys the gangs coming back and we agree to meet at the Blushing Mermaid to have a welcome back party."

"You look to excited my friend is there a particular reason for this excitement?" Gale asked raising a brow already knowing there was a catch.

Karlach chuckles "sure is gotta dress up makes it more lively and everyone would have more fun!" Tav laughed and covered their face "of course.... Fine we will do it" they said seeing Wyll secretly liking the idea and Gale already looking through his collection of books to take one with him. "Yay!" Karlach said jumping excited.

Walking inside the tavern it was loud and of course dancing was involved but Tav and the gang could spot the rest of their team and Tav waved at Shadowheart and Lae'zel and Halsin. Everyone hugged, lightly tapped or bear hugged each other and sat down immediately discussing what everyone did.

Tav looked around not so subtle and Shadowheart and Karlach smirks knowingly. "He went to swindle us a free round" Tav looked back at them "i don't know what you mean" they played off before blushing happy that it was dim in their.

However it was cut short when a familiar voice called from the back "Darlings you made it" their favorite sassy vampire finally made themselves known with drinks that was in fact free.

Wyll takes his drink lifting it in the air "cheers!" Everyone said smiling brightly.

Tav was enjoying everything until they turned and Watched Astarion talk to Gale or rather bothering and teasing him on the book he was reading. Karlach wasn't helping the matter laughing but tapping his shoulder "don't worry soilder you can enjoy the book even if its boring" Gale opened his mouth to defend him but Tav was smiling

"You know the man can probably sense your staring might as well talk to him everyone knows he's your type" Shadowheart teased and Tav glares playfully and looked away "I don't see why i shoul-" Halsin grins "Astarion my friend can you go with Tav to get us more drinks"

Tav pales feeling betrayed but they was being dramatic about it. Everyone watched Tav walked beside Astarion slightly tense but relaxed at the same time it made everyone laugh low.

They took in Astarion's choice of light armor being an all black drow outfit with a high end fancy black hat tilted forward it really brought out more of how handsome and beautiful he was.

"Why thank you dear you look tantalizing as well" Tav blushes realizing they said their thoughts outloud.

"I uh..." Tav was good at saving people and helping but they could be blank when faced with the reality that Astarion is right in front of them. The person they cared about but never had the courage to face them about their feelings.

"Go on Tav, now is a good of time as any" he purrs leaning in closer. This adds to the sudden drum of their heart. Which Tav was certain Astarion can hear more then the music playing.

"Well i um never got around to telling you, because of everything going on and i know its so sudden" Tav began to Ramble and Astarion chuckles.

"You know when we first met i didn't care for how helpful you were how sweet, but i grew to respect you and how much you cared for me and trusted me when thats realistic a stupid thing to do, but i do care about-"

"I like you, very much and not just for your looks but for who you are, not letting anything stand between you and what you know is right even if you don't care to admit it. Your perfect and i know sometimes you question it but you are"

Tav blurted out suddenly and Astarion's eyes widen slightly. Then a broad smile breaks out and show casing those fangs they at times think about opening. "Well, to quote you, "i like you to" they both smile

Everyone was talking but Halsin stops them in time to point and all their friends witnessed Astarion and Tav sharing their first kiss.

Of course Tav slips Astarion's hat off and placed it on their own head before pulling Astarion in for another kiss pulling away to bump their nose gently with his.

When they returned to the table everyone said finally laughing and their next toast was to the new couple.

"Your still to sweet for me, but i guess i make make an exception" Astarion teased

⋆♱✮☽🦇☽✮♰⋆⋆♱✮☽🦇☽✮♰⋆⋆♱✮☽🦇☽

A/n: hope you like that and as always thanks for the support and Requests are open 😊

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Her || Charles Leclerc

Main characters: Charles Leclerc x OC Genre: fanfiction, fluff Story type: novel Part: 11/? Word count: 3089 Co writer: @mistrose23

Summary: This was Matilde Jørgensen, the newly appointed team principal of Scuderia Ferrari, about to face one of the most nerve-wracking challenges of her life. She tried to save the team from more disappointing results and put everything on the line to make them world champion again. There will be a big challenge to lead a historic team as 'newbie' and keeping her work and personal opinions apart from each other. The big question everybody will be asking: is she capable to do so?

Chapter 9. Night Guards

The Ferrari Factory was cloaked in darkness as Matilde's car glided to a halt in the parking lot. The moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the iconic factory campus.

With a sigh and a hint of exhaustion, she stepped out of her car. Nerves travelled through her body. After last weekend's situation, she wasn't sure if she wanted to continue her role at Ferrari. However, it didn't feel right to drop everything and leave after only five races. She grabbed her bag from the backseat and locked her car, walking towards the entrance. The factory grounds were quiet at this hour, devoid of the usual hustle and bustle that defined the daylight hours. The parking lot, which was typically teeming with cars and personnel, now held just a handful of vehicles.

Instead of entering the office building, she entered the factory building. She scanned her pass and got in. Matilde exchanged greetings with the guard, who was happy to see her. The man congratulated the woman on the win, and they shared a few words about the race weekend.

After a quick security check, she continued her way to the canteen. Matilde just started to get to know this building. She ran her hand through her hair and yawned. Even though she was still living in the American time zone, she was getting tired because of the darkness outside.

"You are a real warrior," Mario, the manager of the night shift, said when Matilde entered the canteen. The entire night crew looked at the team principal, who was standing in front of them. "I didn't receive a cancellation, but we didn't expect you to still show up for the night shift."

Matilde scanned every person in the room, waiting for their reaction. Would they react the same as the racetrack team? She didn't know it anymore, she didn't know who was genuine and who wasn't.

"You just had a race in America and you are already here," Angelo added, a mechanic.

Everyone looked surprised to see Matilde, but they looked grateful at the presence of the woman. They all were drinking tea or coffee, preparing for their long night at the factory.

A fragile smile came on Matilde's face. "When I say I will be there, I will be there," she said. "I'm still in the American time zone; I will be up all night anyway. Might spend it here as well."

"Well, in that case," Mario said and got up. He made his way to the fridge and took out a white box. "Unfortunately, we cannot pop the champagne now," he said and put the box on the table. "But we can celebrate it with cake." Mario opened the box.

Matilde looked at the cake, and her lips parted. Tears flowed into her eyes when she read the text on the cream. 'Congratulations on your first win!' She looked up and glanced at Mario and then at the team. "Guys..."

"Congratulations, Matilde!"

"Your first win will always be special. We sadly couldn't be in Miami to celebrate it with you, but we will celebrate it with you now," Mario proudly smiled. "It was a perfect weekend for the team, and we couldn't be more proud of everyone."

Appreciation, that was the thing she missed during the entire weekend. How come the track team didn't even bother to ask her to join the celebration, and the night team came up with a celebration themselves? "Thank you," Matilde said. "Thank you for all your hard work, we couldn't wish for a better weekend, and that is because of your dedication and work. Grazie a tutti," she widely smiled. "Grazie ragazzi."

The night team beamed with pride as Matilde expressed her gratitude. Their cheers and applause filled the canteen, breaking the silence of the late-night hour. It was a heartfelt celebration, a sign of the strong bond that existed between the night shift team and their team principal.

Matilde's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she looked around at her colleagues. These were the unsung heroes of Ferrari, the ones who toiled through the night to ensure that every detail of the F1 operation was flawless. And they cared about everyone within the team. These were the people who kept the operation going.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Matilde approached the cake. She took a knife and began cutting slices for everyone in the canteen. The cake, a symbol of their shared achievement, was quickly devoured as the team was insulted by this midnight treat.

"So, tell us, how was this weekend?" Mario asked curiously.

Matilde shared her experiences with the people. She told about the great teamwork, the problems that were quickly solved and how everything felt like they bonded. Matilde had shared before that things weren't going smoothly within the track team, but she proudly told how things changed this weekend. Due to her professionalism, she decided not to share the moment that broke her heart. It was something she had to deal with, she didn't want to ruin their view on the rest of the team.

"And the celebrations?" Angelo asked. "Huge dinner party?"

The team principal nodded. "Yup." Her eyes met the eyes of a mechanic who was also part of the track team, who was also picking up night shifts every now and then. "It was fun." Matilde was hoping that the mechanic wouldn't ruin her reputation within this crew.

A mechanic scoffed. "Fun for the team, yes."

Her hope sank. Matilde's face straightened, and she swallowed hard. She looked down and waited for the rest of his response.

"We had a fun dinner, indeed. Until something happened," the mechanic continued. Everyone looked at him while he looked at Matilde, who was clearly feeling uncomfortable. "It turned out that our people didn't even bother to invite Matilde to the celebration dinner."

Matilde felt a mixture of surprise and trepidation as the mechanic continued to speak. She had hoped that the incident wouldn't come to light during the night shift. As the mechanic's words hung in the air, there was a moment of tense silence. Matilde could feel the eyes of the night shift team on her, assessing her reaction.

"Yes, it is true," she began, her voice steady. "There was an incident at the celebratory dinner. It wasn't the way I had hoped the evening would go. But let's not dwell on that. What matters is that we had a fantastic race weekend, and the team's performance was exceptional." She shifted the focus away from the negative moment, choosing to highlight the success. It was a delicate balance between acknowledging the issue and steering the conversation toward more positive aspects.

"Why was she not invited?" A woman blurted towards the mechanic of the track team. "How dare you say that in front of her? This is straight-up bullying!"

The eyes of the mechanic shot up to the woman. "Hey, I am not saying this to make her feel more bad; I'm saying this because what happened was not classy from our side. I had heard that Matilde couldn't be there, multiple people asked where she was, and everyone said she couldn't be there. But that wasn't true, no one invited her. And I didn't know that," he defended himself, but also Matilde. Ever since he found out that no one had invited her on purpose, he felt extremely bad about it. "The team principal always joins the celebration dinner."

Eyes shot to Matilde, who looked hurt. "I was told no one was celebrating it because of the early flight the next morning," she replied. "I was with Red Bull because my best friend works at Red Bull, and it's my old team. And my flight was leaving in the late afternoon the next day. I wanted to celebrate it," she defended herself.

Silence fell in the canteen.

"But the champagne move... Legendary," the mechanic said. "How did you dare to do that?"

"What exactly did she do?" Mario asked. He looked at Matilde. "What did you do?"

The mechanic smirked. "At some point, we all got served a glass of champagne, telling us we got the compliments from our team principal."

"How did you know that they were there?" Angelo asked Matilde.

"Apparently, I was in the same restaurant," Matilde replied. "Leclerc texted me, asking where I was, and at that moment, I saw the entire team sitting in the back of the restaurant. I already downed two shots, and I had some champagne in my system, so I don't know what I was thinking."

Chuckles and giggles filled the canteen, causing Matilde to smile lightly. Did this mean that Matilde could feel relieved?

"This is a boss ass bitch move; I love it," a young woman said, who sat in the corner of the room. "As you should, Matilde. Show them how shitty they acted. Own it."

Angelo laughed. "I must say, it's not very professional, but I would absolutely do the same if I were you in that situation. Whoever thought that it was okay not to invite you, should get fired."

"Don't give her ideas," Mario said. He thought the situation was funny because of the reaction of Matilde, but he noticed the situation was hurting her and how she lost the trust in her team. When she entered the canteen, she reacted differently. Now he understood why. It was everything but classy for his colleagues to treat her like that. "It sounds like there was a misunderstanding, Matilde. Maybe the message got lost somewhere along the way."

The woman who had spoken up earlier took a deep breath and spoke again, her voice filled with empathy. "But that doesn't excuse the fact that we should have ensured you were included."

"It isn't your fault, Valentina," Matilde responded. "You weren't there."

"But it is our team; they are our colleagues."

"I really appreciate that. Miscommunications happen, and yeah, so be it. I will pick it up tomorrow. I was in my fault, they were in their fault, and we have to talk about it." She acted like it didn't bother her that much, but the fact that these people supported her more than the people she worked with on a daily base...

"I don't like those people anyway," the young woman said. "They all act like they are better than us; meanwhile, they are taking our credits."

"Don't mind Stella. She says what we are all thinking, but we keep it in front of us, and she doesn't," Angelo replied and looked disapprovingly at her.

Matilde politely smiled at the crew. She made eye contact with the mechanic, who stood up for her. She gave him a grateful nod, which he returned with a smile and a wink. "Anyway, thank you all for your concern, but it happened; it's in the past. Let's move forward," she said, hoping the moment would pass. "And this is told in confidence. So whatever is said here, stays here. Unless you think it is inappropriate, then you know where to find the board, and I will happily have a conversation about it." She realised she had lost the authority, she didn't like authority, but she was the team principal after all.

As the night shift began, Matilde felt a warmth in her heart that transcended the exhaustion of her long journey from Miami. She was there for them, and they were there for her.

Throughout the night, Matilde worked alongside her night shift team. They discussed strategies, reviewed data and ensured that every aspect of the past race and upcoming race was discussed. Matilde picked up some office tasks, preparing for the upcoming week with briefings and meetings.

* * *

The next day, the Ferrari office was bustling with activity. The race track team got back to work after their days off after the weekend. The team had gathered for a small inauguration ceremony, a celebration of Carlos and Charles' impressive performances during the previous race weekend in Miami. It was an opportunity to recognize their achievements and boost team morale.

As the team members gathered in the massive hall of the office, there was a palpable sense of excitement in the air. Colleagues chatted, sharing their pride in the team's success.

Charles and Carlos were standing in the room next to the hall, waiting for the ceremony to start.

"Matilde will be here, too, right?" Carlos asked Charles after not having spotted the team principal. She usually was present before everyone else was at the office.

"I don't know." A frown grew on Charles' forehead. "I saw on Instagram that she was in Denmark, for her mum's birthday or something. Perhaps she's still there."

"Weird," Carlos replied.

"But maybe she's on her way."

Finally, the double doors at the hall swung open. Charles and Carlos stepped into the room, greeted by applause and cheers from their colleagues. Their smiles radiated the joy of the moment. They waved at their team.

"Ladies and gentlemen, colleagues and friends, today we gather to celebrate the remarkable achievements of our drivers: Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz!" The spokesperson of Ferrari took the task of leading this ceremony. "What a race, boys. Congratulations."

The room erupted in applause again, and Charles and Carlos exchanged smiles. However, when the ceremony continued, Charles and Carlos missed the presence of one person. Carlos was asked to say something about the weekend. It gave Charles the chance to scan the hall once again. There was still no sign of Matilde. It worried him. Did this have to do with Sunday? He still hadn't had the chance to speak with her about what had happened, as he felt extremely bad about it, but had she given up already? Charles thought about the situation a lot, and he wondered if he could have prevented it.

The sliding doors of the entrance opened. Charles' eyes shot to the person who had entered the building. He watched how she entered the building and went through security. It looked like she had no idea what was going on. The woman was wearing grey trousers and a blue, oversized button-up shirt, her hair in a low bun. She was carrying two bags and a coat. Once she entered the hall, she came to a halt. Her eyes scanned the hall.

A sense of guilt washed over Charles as their eyes met. He pursed his lips tightly, seeing the emotions written all over her face. Her expression changed from surprise to pain. Her face told stories. Then her face showed a clear message that she didn't want anyone's pity or sympathy. A few other people noticed Matilde's presence as well, being shocked to see her.

Matilde walked towards the podium, between all the people. Anger was playing a huge role in her emotions right now, but she had to ignore it and show who the team principal was. Her eyes met Galileo's, who was standing next to the podium. His eyes widened. Matilde ignored him and dumped her stuff on the ground, next to the podium. She stepped on the podium and stood next to Charles, wearing a professional smile, but her eyes showed a bitchy look. If you were standing close by, you would notice it.

Carlos ended this speech and looked at the spokesperson. His eyes fell on Matilde, who shared a smile. He smiled back, being relieved she indeed was on her way when they were waiting at the beginning.

The spokesperson looked at Matilde. "Well, once again: thank you all for being here," he said. "Matilde, good to have you here as well."

"I was not aware of this celebration," she mumbled under her breath, not knowing Charles heard her. Matilde looked at Galileo; she would have a word with him afterwards.

"Charles, we will go to you in a second, but first, a word from Matilde."

Charles handed the microphone over to the woman next to him.

A smile rested on her face. Over the weeks, she realised how good she became at acting and putting on fake smiles. "Of course, Carlos, outstanding work. It was a faultless race from your side, an almost faultless race on our side. We had an issue, but we managed to fix it in time, so I consider it a faultless race," she said and looked at Carlos. She moved her gaze to Charles. "Charles, your outstanding performances made us all proud. The way you fought with the Red Bulls and defended was just brilliant." Matilde turned to the people in front of the podium. "And you! Each and every one of you is also the reason why the team won. If you were at the track, at the factory or at home, because of you, we put out an amazing performance. It's not just about the victory, but also about the teamwork and determination of everyone. Well done, everyone. Keep up the good work." She handed the microphone to Charles.

"I agree with everything that Matilde just said," he said and chuckled. "We couldn't have done it without the dedication and hard work of every person in this room. This win is yours as much as it is ours."

The hall burst into applause again. Matilde joined in the clapping, showing that she was there for the team. Even though she had a lot of anger in her body, she recognised this moment of unity and celebration, a reminder of what they achieved together, and what they could achieve together in the future.

After the speeches, the team mingled, sharing stories and congratulations. Charles, Carlos and Matilde posed for photos with their colleagues, holding their trophies proudly. The first celebration of the season and as a team with a new team principal were enjoyed, suddenly there were no tensions left.

Matilde stepped down the stage and collected her stuff. It was not even nine hours after the end of the night shift; she wasn't even supposed to be here for another two hours. She walked away from the celebrations, and she wanted to leave the hall, until someone stopped her.

"We have a board meeting scheduled."

Another thing she wasn't aware of. Matilde smiled. "I will be there," she said. She was open to attending the meeting two hours before she was allowed to start working again. "After I have spoken to my assistant."

"Everyone is waiting for you."

"I will be there," she repeated, taking a second to make clear that she would be there. "After I have seen my assistant," she said, looking the man in the eyes, giving him a stern nod and walked away.

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What gets me about certain people being so fucking pissy about Bob not writing much about Eilistraee (until the last fucking trilogy where EIlistraeans featured heavily) is that

a) Bob basically built drow culture up from almost nothing, and Eilistraee came after he started writing Drizzt

b) no you guys really don't understand. I own the first 4 modules drow appeared in. There's... not much there. And it hasn't aged well.

c) and the Big One: he has a specific vision for his specific characters when it comes to the narrative he wants to explore, from sexual abuse to religious trauma, both of which are fucking complicated and for most people just switching deities isn't enough to fix that.

I have religious trauma that I still struggle with to this day and probably will for the rest of my life to some extent, and it's fundamentally different in nature from what most people would probably expect, and the thing is even though I am happily polytheistic and very enthusiastically into it, I still struggle a lot with certain things because every time I get into my religious practice I have to actively force myself into (or out of) certain things because my whole relationship to religion and spirituality is complicated and messy.

It would be easy and frankly incredibly superficial for Bob to decide to just have them all convert to half-assed Neowiccan ~woo~ drow Jesus Eilistraee to *~*save their souls*~* and call it a day

BUT HE DIDN'T DO THAT

Partly because she wasn't his creation and other authors were writing her at the time so he really couldn't, and partly because it's a shitty message to send.

Sometimes people benefit from converting to a new religion or following a new deity. Sometimes people don't.

I benefited from gradually converting to my religion, but it's come with a whole different set of complications and hasn't been a smooth journey for me.

Just going from extensive religious trauma to switching deities does not fix your problems, and for a lot of people it realistically can make them much worse.

but also

you don't have to be saved by a deity in order to have value as a person

#I fucking WAS saved by a deity and while I'm grateful it wasn't an easy ride #and in fact the way certain people in my family treated me was very emotionally abusive #to this fucking day on a journey that's taken me 19 years I STILL have issues with this whole thing #there are some people I may never speak to again because of how they treated me over this #for a Lolthite drow I could easily see them struggling with switching to a new deity especially one like Eilistraee or Vhaeraun #who are NOT seen very positively at all in the society they were raised in #and for a lot of people the fear of being found out and punished is more than enough to prevent them from seeking out a new deity #to say nothing of the already existing religious trauma that would also just as likely make someone hesitate to embrace a new religion #and speaking AS a religious person I do not at all agree with sending the message that traumatize people need to be saved by a god #or by a religious fanatic #my case is extremely unique and while it more or less worked out in the end it was frankly hellish at its worst points #and it cost me a great deal in terms of my relationships with my family and my ability to trust other people #because the way society frames belief in the Greek gods as some distant thing in time like #'haha these people were so STUPID. they believed in gods that turn into swans and stuff'#has absolutely led to a situation where paganism is only cool and okay if it's the woo crystals and sage Neowiccan aesthetic #but actually being a historically based polytheist is conflated with mental illness #and it's damn near impossible to challenge when most modern people have NO understanding of polytheism and take everything literally #as someone who has had to FIGHT just to continue EXISTING as a polytheist I am still FIRMLY against the idea that people NEED religion #in order to have value as people or to heal #yes for SOME people it works. for others it doesn't. AND THAT'S OKAY

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