#and for the sudden influx of notes!!!

[gravitywonagain]

I saw your post about WQ surviving and summoning WWX back in her body and it lives rent free in my head. Do you, by chance, have more thoughts on that— 👀

Hello! Sorry it took me a minute to get back to you, and thank you so much!! I'm so happy you like that one :D

Okay, so, I mostly came up with this for two reasons: the Angst — this is like the ultimate expression, the final form of you will, of the “you save my brother, I save yours, you save me, I save you” thing WWX and WQ have going on throughout the series, and I imagine WWX dealing with All That would be… brutal >:) (I also kind of imagine that it would take a minute for WWX to figure it out because first he’s still dealing with having girl parts; the hands look a little familiar but they also look like hands; the voice sounds completely different when he’s using it vs hearing it; there aren’t a lot of mirrors around; she’s probably been wearing Koi Tower servant robes for a while now etc. so we get all the way to Wen Ning’s cell/torture room where our best boy WN who has a Connection with WWX tilts his head like a confused puppy and asks, “Jie?” and then WWX has to Not Have a Breakdown about it in front of like JGY and/or XY.)

And second: the strangeness for LWJ of having WWX returned to him in a body he knows and recognizes as someone else. (Now it’s been a minute since I read the novel and I’m def mostly going off CQL for this, but I think that’s still accurate in original canon?) There would be super weird politics about it and some lingering difficulty of seeing who he thinks he’s seeing that would be fascinating to play with. On WWX's side, we would get to add the further ostracizing of him as a Wen sympathizer/their savior/not actual blood family.

Plus, I think genderswapped resurrections are fun with Wei "gender is a side dish" Ying and Lan "it's only ever been one person, what even is sexuality" Zhan.

All that said, I have written approximately none of this. I have like two paragraphs of WQ pov prologue prose and a bunch of nonsense rolling around in my head… so. Not sure how much of this I’ll ever write. But if you or anybody else wants it, I’m all for team two cakes!

In the spirit of the wips ask post, I will add here the tiny bit I have written :)

She doesn't have much time. They'll notice that she's missing soon and then they'll come looking. She needs cinnabar, she needs a knife. She needs this to work. She needs this to work. Wen Qing is a brilliant doctor; she won't feign modesty about it, especially not now. But she cannot help her brother as a doctor. Not unless she wants to kill him. She's thought about it. This plan is better.

[spaceyflowerswriting]

Hey i came across your lookism stuff today thought you write beautifully. I saw that the requests are open and I'd like to request vasco x reader relationship headcanons. stuff like how they fell for each and came to be in relationship and how vasco is as a boyfriend. all of their first times with each other. (First date, first kiss, first fight and first time sleeping together [last one this is optional])

thank you 🌸

vasco relationship headcanons

details: gender neutral reader, general canon au

warning: very minor spice below the read more cut! (i'm so sorry if you meant "sleeping together" in an innocent way but i assumed you didnt ??? 😭😭😭)

a/n: beautifully is such a nice word to use thank u,,, T_T and also thanks for this request <3

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> i'd imagine the most likely scenario would be for you to be a student of j high and just encountering vasco often! lots of short meetings that eventually turn into long convos and hanging together outside of school; the classic friends to lovers <3

> everyone in vasco's eyes are good unless he hears or see that someone's done bad things, but you can bet the second jace notices you with vasco often, he's going to do a little background checking

> after jace confirms everything is well, he tries to stay out of yours and vasco's relationship because really it's none of his business but y'know how it is... he's vasco's babysitter. i gotta say tho eventually it turns into him trying to save you from vasco's antics LMAO

> anyways yeah once you're involved with vasco, you're involved with burn knuckles. whether you commit to joining or not, you're a part of the family!

> while you have your own reasons and timing for falling for vasco, his process is rather slow and yes, he is dense to any signs you might show. for him, it's all the little things that build up over time (acts of kindness, sharing snacks, hand holding) and the realization hits him like a truck at 2 am as he sits up in bed and thinks, "are friends supposed to feel this way???"

> with the help and encouragement of his buddies, he comes to the conclusion he loves you, and eventually with their cheering, he's able to confess (unless you beat him to it, of course, in which case he would reply the same by scooping you up into a hug and spinning you around <3)

> dating him in the beginning... he's like. a perfect mix of a nervous wreck and a very confident man. some days he's a stuttering mess, other days he's leading you by the hand with a shiny grin ✨

> what you can always expect, though, is him being a supportive golden retriever boyfriend 💖 he'd do anything for you, whether it be running to a store late at night to get something for you or literally running to your house 123456789 miles away just to take care of you if you're sick

> other things he'd keep consistent: being physically affectionate with you, being proud to be your boyfriend and proud to call you his partner, and his chivalry/gentlemanly acts (this has more to do with how he feels as a man rather than anything with your gender!)

> by the time he grows comfortable with dating, he's honestly just like your best friend and boyfriend ^_^ always taking you on fun dates and making sure you're smiling, even if it's from laughing at him doing dumb stuff <3 also would bring up marriage pretty early and whatever happens is up to u lol

bonus first times bc i think u wrote fun prompts 💘

first date: considering you've been his friend for a while, vasco would've already taken you to the restaurant he eats at with his friends that he took that one blind date girl to so he'd try something new like an interactive zoo :] if you're afraid of aninals, hopefully you would enjoy a nice walk around a lake instead!

first kiss: ever since vasco began dating you, this was what he anticipated the most. it'd keep him up many nights because of how nervous it made him and he'd google "how to kiss someone" and "when to kiss someone," as well as ask all his friends and others for advice, but eventually the kiss came naturally--and by accident. he had kissed you out of excitement and because you returned the energy, he hadn't even realized what he did until jace teased him for it. after that, he shyly asked if he could continue kissing your lips, and that was that <3

first fight: it's absolutely devasting for poor vasco. he knew relationships had ups and downs but he never imagined a fight would happen with him and you. but if anything, after patching up, it taught him to stop putting you on a pedestal and to be more realistic if he wanted to make the relationship work, rather than continue to live in a romanticist's daydream.

first time sleeping together: vasco never even once thought about sleeping with you simply because it's not something on his mind, but that one time you sat a little too comfortably in his lap, he Remembered™ That Thing Lovers Do and felt super embarrassed. there's a low chance this would happen naturally, but if it does, he'd be super awkward but very gentle, making sure to constantly check for your consent; otherwise you'd have to lead the way!

[i3utterflyeffect]

What would happen if the mercenaries met the color gang in a more civilized way?

to be honest? not fully sure! i haven't clocked the mercs as clearly as the others since we haven't really seen their actual personalities yet

i think the general consensus would just be 'who are these weird kids' though. they don't really care about the CG if they're not targets

[very-frail-december]

hello perverts from ao3

[crehador]

reminder to new blogs:

change your icon

add a bio

reblog some posts

empty blogs look like bots and may be blocked

[morninggloryworm]

I want to work on my akikiryu space series again but idk if I remember enough about y6 to keep working on Earth or if I’ll have to wait until i replay the game to be able to continue writing it

If so I might just start drafting Mars or Pluto just so I can start getting into writing again (and also because i Still have no clue what to do about Saturn)

[wr3nns]

i keep getting spoilers!! aa!! only a few more days left (assuming they either release on youtube or owlclub is quick) i can do this. must resist temptation to look at stuff and things on other social media. i have so much stuff filtered here and i am absolutely not opening anything if it has those tags but some things just!! aren't tagged! aa!!

[sri-rachaa]

who are you people and how did you find my bird doodle

[idyllic-idioms]

“based on your likes” is this why ive been getting so many notifs on my other account for this reblog addition from 2 days ago. why did tumblr decide this post was important to share

[rainbow-flavoured-skittles]

okay who the snickerdoodles dug the haunted monastery au out of its grave

[herearedragons]

RE: DRACULA ???

[lawtism]

hmmmm. hmmmmmmmmm. should i make a separate sideblog for persona 5 stuff

[cumulus-catto]

HOW THE FUCK DID THE HEADPHONE POST DO SO WELL??? IT ALMOST REACHED 1000 NOTES???????!??!?!?

[highnoonyone]

ive had 9 bots follow me in the span of a week im going to go insane actually

[soobnny]

the making of a morning person — lee minho. established relationship. fluff. there is still time for love even in busy mornings (1.7k words)

Lee Minho hasn’t been too fond of early mornings as of late.

Despite being used to how his job requires him to be awake at odd hours of the morning, he still finds himself groaning when he hears the first ring of his alarm, hand jolting to stop it immediately. 

The sound feels like a punch in the gut, and Minho thinks he can bear it until you shift in his arms. Now he’s falling straight from the bed towards a man made hell he’s dug himself into.

He thinks (knows) that must be why he hasn’t enjoyed early mornings the way he used to. 

Before knowing you, there was no sacrificing the comfort of having you in his arms in exchange for getting up and starting his routine. Now, everyday feels like a struggle for extra time with you, even if it’s just a minute or two. 

How is he supposed to willingly peel himself off of your skin and warmth? 

Though, it seems you make it easier for him when you shift your weight instead, enough so you’re completely off him before he has a chance to pull you back in — the way he always does, despite you scolding him that the both of you would be late.

A small whine escapes his lips as he tries to reach for you again, eyes still stubbornly closed.

When you don’t give in, he sports a frown on his face, similar to the one he used to wear before you’d gotten together. Though, after years of knowing each other, you’ve grown unfazed to his cold exterior. Besides, you know it only takes a soft, unexpected kiss to get him shy and fumbly—a side he doesn’t show very often.

It was always like this with him. Love and the way his heart generally feels is a secret experience between you and him. He prefers it like this – quiet and intimate, for your eyes only. 

He doesn’t think he could allow anyone the sight of him whining and asking you to come back to bed for five more minutes while you’re struggling to convince him that the both of you had places to be and deadlines to meet. 

Eventually, Minho does get up from bed, albeit a little grumpy. 

Mornings together were usually calm, however, the sudden influx of deadlines and schedules for the morning has the both of you rushing around each other to get to your appointments in time. 

Minho has memorized you enough to know you’re racing for the bathroom as soon as you leave the bed (you always take way longer than he does), so he moves to open your kitchen cupboards to make the two of you coffee and to feed the cats.

He takes the time to review the things he has to do today, mentally noting the most suitable time for him to eat healthily in between such a tight schedule before moving to recall the choreography he’s made so far so practice runs seamlessly later in the day, all the while cuddling Dori on his lap.

When the sound of water running stops, his feet guide him to discard his mug in the sink, placing his cat back down on the ground before moving towards your shared bedroom so he can choose what to wear before hopping in the shower himself. Though, when he walks in, he finds you struggling to pick what to wear, holding out two options with eyes peering back and forth. 

Without a second glance, he speaks. “Like the red more.”

“Hm?” You snap out of your reverie, eyes trailing towards your boyfriend who’s skimming through his hangered clothing in search of what to wear for the day.

“Red looks good on you. Reminds me of our first date.” 

You smile at the memory.

Your first date with the boy sure was memorable, shaking hands and nervous laughter as he opens doors and pulls out chairs for you like the gentleman that he is. He ends up spilling wine on you, and he apologizes over and over again. He doesn’t remember much of that day anymore. He only remembers how you told him to make it up to you on your second date. 

He did, and he continued to date after date – each one peeling back his cold exterior and showing you his rather weird side. But you wouldn’t have him any other way. Afterall, he wasn’t your boyfriend if he didn’t bite you randomly or search for your ass whenever you passed by him. 

“Thank you.” You press a quick kiss on his cheek before ducking into the bathroom to get started on your makeup. 

You don’t question him when he walks into the same bathroom, moving past you in all his shirtless glory and pausing for a moment to send a small slap on your butt. Then, he nonchalantly hops into the shower as if nothing happened, the way he always does.

When he walks out, you’re just about done with your makeup and have moved on to putting on the red dress he had picked out for you. He allows himself a minute to stare at you fumbling with the zipper of your dress, a string of curses leaving your lips as if the dress had wronged you in all ways possible. 

“Stupid fucking zipper. Making my life so much harder than it is, just zip up.”

“Come here.” 

Minho motions for you to walk over where he’s standing, towel wrapped around his waist with hair still dripping wet from coming out of the shower. When you plant yourself in front of him, he gently pulls your hand away from the zipper, and you allow them to fall limp on your sides. He laughs when you let out a huff in frustration. 

“As much as I love seeing you struggle, let me help you, darling.” His hands move to grab the zipper, hands cool from just having hopped out of the shower. 

Minho has never been the biggest fan of physical touch unless absolutely necessary, but he finds he never minds with you. He’d even go out to say he liked it, the proximity, the feeling of your skin on his – to the point where he’s always looking for you just so he can hold you in some form. 

He tries to focus on the task at hand, but it’s a little difficult when he’s becoming more and more aware of your lingering presence in front of him, with the curve of your back and the way your hair falls perfectly past your shoulders. The feeling has him mentally groaning again for having to let go of you so early in the morning when you could’ve been bunched up in his arms. 

Maybe when your schedules are less busy. 

Yeah, he’d like that a lot. 

Finally, after a few moments of struggling, he manages to get the zipper all the way up, releasing you and stepping back to admire his work for a moment. 

“Thanks, Min.” He waves you off, attention back on his own clothes as he starts to dress himself in front of you. 

“Would’ve liked it the other way around actually.”

“What?” You tilt your head, looking at him suspiciously as you pull down at the ends of your dress. He grins to himself, looking up at you with wiggling eyebrows. 

“Wish you asked me to unzip it instead.”

You laugh, throwing his socks in his direction. “You’re impossible.” 

“I prefer to think of it as charming.” 

You simply roll your eyes in response, patting at his chest firmly before moving to grab a cup of coffee in the kitchen. When you arrive, your heart swells in fondness when you see Minho’s already prepared one for you. 

“Baby? Did you put in—”

“Two creams and one sugar.” He yells back from your bedroom, and you have to bite down at your lips to stop yourself from smiling too much. 

“You have it memorized? Didn’t know you loved me this much.” 

“Well shit, was I too obvious?” You let out a breathy laugh, taking a sip of your coffee. Minho emerges from your bedroom not long after, toothbrush in hand as he rushes to grab something he had probably forgotten in another room. 

Before he can discard his toothbrush, you move to stop him, placing your coffee mug down and wordlessly fixing his shirt so it isn’t as crinkled, smoothening it down with your arm. 

He tastes like mint toothpaste as he leans in to give you a quick peck in thanks. And then he’s back in your bedroom, preparing his bag as you go over some of your paperwork at the last minute to make sure that everything’s there. 

You duck under his arm that’s leaning against the doorframe, taking some black stilettos to wear when you go outside. Minho has to grab your arm and pull you back to stop you from rushing. He doesn’t say anything when he successfully stops you, just swipes his thumb on the corner of your lips and letting his thumb linger there for a second longer than needed.

“Overlapped lipstick.” He states before pushing you so you can go back to what you were doing before he stopped you. 

The morning feels like forever, but eventually you bid him goodbye as you tell him you really need to get going if you don't want to be late. “Don’t forget your jacket. It’s cold.”

“Mhm.” You pull at a random coat from the rack, swinging it over your hands before pulling the door open. Minho follows you so he can make sure you take off safely, and when you both make it outside the house, he stands patiently as if waiting for something. 

“What is it?” You laugh, and he simply points at his lips, puckering them slightly. 

“You’re so stupid.” Shaking your head, you rush back to where he’s standing, grabbing his shoulders to pull him down before pressing a firm, but quick kiss on his lips. “Goodbye now.” 

Minho doesn’t seem too satisfied as he tugs you back by your hips, leaning down again. “Come back here, that kiss was too quick.”

“You’re going to ruin my lipstick!”

“Don’t care.” 

He smirks to himself before pressing his lips back on yours. You’re powerless to stop him, allowing him to draw out the kiss. You know he’s always preferred long kisses over hurried ones anyways. 

When you’re sure you’ve spent a good few minutes making out on your front porch, you finally pull yourself free from his grasp, pointing at him accusingly and blaming him if ever you were late for work. He simply shrugs his shoulders, blowing you an air kiss. 

“Okay, bye now! Love you!” 

With arms crossed and body weight leaning against your doorframe, he smiles to himself as he sees your figure retreating. 

“Love you more.” He says more to himself with a small smile on his face. 

Despite the chaos of your morning routine, the brief moments of love between you made everything feel just a little bit more bearable. It would be hell with anyone else. But it’s not anyone else, it’s you, and he thinks maybe waking up this early isn’t so bad after all. 

[f1fnatic]

SOUL TIED ⤿ c. leclerc 16

→ ( in which. . . ) you, a firm believer in soulmates, find 'the one' though he doesn't believe in soulmates himself.

→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) written

→ ( pairing. . . ) charles leclerc x reader gender not specified

→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) none!

→ ( author's note. . . ) had this idea brewin in my mind for a while. thought it would be fun to write about a soulmate believer and a soulmate denier. hope you enjoy! see end for more

→ ( masterlist )

you were a strong believer in soulmates. twin flames, soul ties, and the red string theory were a few you lived by. but, lately, you began to think that you would never find yours.

it hurt you deep in your heart seeing those around you fall deeply in love with their other halves, while you were stuck on the sidelines, waiting till yours came around. you wanted to scream and yell at the universe, blaming whatever higher power for the many failed relationships you have endured. it was like a stake was being plunged through your chest every time you saw healthy relationships. everyone had their person, so why didn't you have yours?

at the beginning, you were hopeful. thinking that your current boyfriend was the one. though, as time went on, you became less and less hopeful. you yearned to feel that strong connection of love, to feel your heart physically skip a beat and your palms get sweaty. to have butterflies flutter in your core each time you made eye contact. you needed your person. you wanted your person.

some nights you lay awake, restless and staring at the ceiling, wondering what your soulmate would look like. would they be taller than you? have blue, green, or brown eyes? blond or black hair; maybe no hair at all?

you were tired of the endless cycle; find a man, fall in love, find out he's not 'the one', and break it off. time was a cruel thing, and it was laughing in your face.

charles never really understood the infatuation others had toward soulmates. he never was able to wrap his head around the fact that people would dictate their relationships by whether or not their partner was 'the one.'

sure, charles might've been a little bit of a playboy. it didn't help that his exes were almost all a part of the same friend group. he couldn't help himself, they were all stunning. and, who wouldn't want to date an f1 driver?

if he was being honest with himself, which is a rare occasion, then he would admit that yes, he was getting upset that he couldn't maintain a long-term relationship. he was fed up with starting relationships and then ending them almost a year later.

truly, it was starting to affect his work life. he started to become spacy during team meetings, wasn't performing well in the car, and would give short answers during interviews.

charles wanted to curse at time and blame it for never giving him enough of it. he was getting desperate, he wanted to find his person.

somehow, by some higher power, or by just plane luck, you won tickets to the monaco grand prix. to say you were ecstatic would be an understatement, you were over the moon. you had been following f1 for a while, since you were a kid actually. you remember watching the concerningly fast cars went around the seemingly endless circle with your father. if he was still around, you definitely would have taken him with you.

charles nerve's were through the roof. yet another home race, yet more expectations to live up to. there was something special about a home race, but in the moment, charles couldn't think of one good reason about his home race being special. there wasn't an f2 feature race, so his brother wouldn't be watching. his mom got a sudden influx of customers at her salon, and lorenzo was with charlotte for a vacation.

standing in the starting strip was a surreal experience. never would you have thought you would be standing where the metal machines would be in an hours time. the area was bustling with bodies. celebrities, media personnel, drivers, and their respective teams were all around you. things were loud. you could barely hear yourself think. the ferrari cap on your head stood out against the dark navy blue of redbull. ferrari was a few rows back while redbull was at the front.

charles' mind was racing. so many thoughts at such a fast speed cycling through his brain. he was attempting to make his way to his car so he could complete his pre-race warm-up with his trainer, but he kept getting stopped. fans and interviewers wanting a moment of his time. he was heavily tempted to say no, but that wouldn't be good for his pr officer. so, he stayed. eventually though, he had to excuse himself. or rather, his trainer grabbed him by his arm and dragged him to his car to finish preparing for the race.

in the bustle of everything, you failed to hear the shouts of a certain driver's name. that is until a body collided with yours and two pairs of arms wrapped themselves like snakes around your waist. your cap was knocked off of your head and stolen before you could say anything. you turned to look at who kept you from falling and your heart immediately quickened. butterflies fluttered deep in your stomach and hands started to get clammy.

stunning hazel eyes lock onto yours. a hot pink blush began to run from your neck to your cheeks. brown hair perfectly complimented his features. a bright smile creeping onto his mouth. this was him, you could feel it. you didn't know why, but he, he was your soulmate.

charles didn't know the feeling blooming in his chest. but the moment he bumped into you, a million sparks erupted like fireworks throughout his body. it was like he was engulfed in eternal sunshine. he loved it, he wanted more of it.

mere seconds felt like hours, days even, of just the two of you standing there. the crowd disappeared. the track cleared, it was just you and the ferrari driver. you were too stunned to speak, and it seemed as though charles was as well.

he had never seen someone so beautiful. he felt a breath trapped in his throat, struggling to get out. the way your eyes stared at him through your long eyelashes made him want to crumble to the floor. much to his dismay, charles was harshly snapped back to reality when a hand slapped him on the back, making him remove his hands from your waist.

a faint pout settled on your lips, the warmth of his large hands lingering. he politely excused himself with a smile, explaining that he had to continue preparing for the race. you smiled back, understanding the rush to resume his tasks.

as charles turned to walk away, the warm feeling that bloomed in his chest was now wilting into a bitter cold. he was disappointed that he didn't try to make a short conversation with you, maybe ask for your number to keep in touch as he knew he would most likely never see you again.

you watched his retreating figure weave in and out of the mob of people. disappointment settled heavy in your stomach. the pout on your lips deepened as he got further and further away. you cursed yourself for not saying anything, being too starstruck to speak.

walking away with a heavy heart and even heavier feet, you make your way to the ferrari hospitality. the race was about to start, meaning that hopefully, charles would finally win his home race. you were rooting for him, truly. especially after your little run-in on the start-stop line.

after the race ended with a historic p1 result from charles, you managed to find yourself below the podium. seeing charles stand so proudly as his anthem blared made you smile.

suddenly while he was looking around, he locked eyes with you. at first you thought he was looking at his team who was just in front of you, but then he pointed at you, smiled and waved. a blush made its way to your face.

after the podium celebrations concluded, someone in ferrari gear approached you asking you to come with them. nerves radiated throughout your body, why would a ferrari personnel want you? they lead you through the garage and into the back by the drivers room. they then knocked on charles' door and left. you stood there frozen, not knowing what to do.

soft shuffling was heard on the other side of the door then it swung open, revealing the podium sitter that made you blush beyond recognition.

charles didn't know what came over him, one second he was on the podium pride swimming around him and the next asking his pr manager to find you. he knew it was silly, but he couldn't help it. you were beautiful.

that same feeling came back to him once he saw you standing in the doorway. he felt like a schoolboy.

"hi." charles sighed out. he wasn't really sure where to start, i mean, what much could you have in common?

"hi." you respond simply. a confused expression sat on your face, what on earth were you doing here?

a very awkward silence sat suspended in the air. you hugged yourself, a protective gesture that charles picked up on. he dropped his hands to his side, trying to open up the failing conversation.

thoughts were running through your mind. a nagging feeling clawed at you. you knew this was 'the one,' so why was it so unbelievably awkward?

"listen," charles starts, left hand out in front of him and his right rubbing the nape of his neck, "i know this may seem crazy, but when we bumped into each other before the race, i got a feeling that i haven't been able to shake away." he looks up to you trying to gauge your reaction.

you nodded before saying, "i know what you mean."

relief flushes over his body. his mind came to a slowing stop, he was glad you knew what he was talking about.

"i've been a stong believer in soulmates since i was a little kid and when you caught me, i don't know how to explain it, but it felt like the universe was telling me 'this is the one.'" you express. a blush began to creep up your neck, slightly dusting your cheeks in pink.

charles looked away shyly. you had described exactly how he felt when he prevented you from falling on the track. it felt nice how quick you were to understand, he was sure he sounded like a broken record.

"well then," he says "you care if i get you a new cap?"

whoop another fic done and dusted! trying to make a dent in all of my drafts :') anyways, if you would like to be on the taglist, comment!!! requests and feedback are welcome! make sure to leave a comment and kudos as well (only if you want :P)