#anyway 🩷 new developments 🩷

[thefrogdalorian]

hi spud! i remembered u did requests & was wondering if maybe u could do like a first kiss scenario w din? 🥺 something soft & yearn-y? aha. no worries if u can't but thanks anyways. 🩷

Hello Senna! Thank you so much for your request! Thinking about a first kiss with Din really inspired me (how does he hide his face from you and still kiss you? What leads up to the moment?? so many questions!!) and this was the result. There is plenty of yearning and some softness sprinkled in but a little angst too (very happy ending though aghhhdkgj). Thanks again and really hope you like it!! 🤍

A New Dawn

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 5107

Rating: General

Summary:  Travelling through the galaxy with a mysterious nameless and faceless Mandalorian with a reputation as the best bounty hunter in the parsec would probably terrify most people. Instead, over the months you have known Mando, you have discovered his gentler, more affectionate side. Living in such proximity to the man you have an enormous crush on threatens to suffocate you as you determine that he must never find out. But after a job seemingly goes badly wrong on a forest planet, the fear of losing him will perhaps finally be the tipping point for a new dawn in your relationship...

Content Warnings: Kissing, bit of angst when there's brief panic for Din/reader's safety (happy ending though!), allusions to violence (canon-typical, nothing descriptive/graphic).

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Upon that fateful day on which you had entered an agreement with a bounty hunter, you had been under no illusions that there would be much unpredictability given his line of work. That there would be periods of isolation when he left you behind in his ship while he went in search of his latest bounty. You could be alone on that ship for weeks; well, save for the big-eared, bug-eyed green baby, whose care you had been entrusted with, by the mysterious man who was your employer. When agreeing to travel with The Mandalorian, you had expected the randomness of the path that you cut through the galaxy, journeying from planet to planet depending on his latest jobs. The anguish that came with wondering where he was and whether the jobs were going well as you sat in the Razor Crest and cared for his child. Despite how much it had bothered you at first, you had gradually become used to such emotions. You expected them.

What you had never expected was the fondness you had developed for the man.

The first few times that Mando had headed off the ship for a job, you had been almost nonchalant about his absence, barely noticing the passage of time. You passed your days playing with The Child when you were not fast asleep in your bunk. But slowly and surely, he had begun to mean something more to you. You noticed it in his absence most of all. The ship felt empty without his deep voice and you missed his calm, reassuring presence.

It was strange really, considering that you had never laid eyes upon him. In fact, you had rarely seen him dressed in anything less than his full armour, complete with all the weapons he attached to himself almost ritualistically, without fail, every single day. Even if you were merely hurtling through hyperspace, he was still armed to the teeth. Mando had explained that weapons were part of his religion and his armour was like a second skin to him. You were curious, but not judgmental, about his way of life. It was vastly different to your own and entirely contradictory to anything you had ever heard about Mandalorians before. Even the scant information you had overheard about the formidable warriors in the miserable Cantina where you had once been employed had never included anything about Mandalorians being forbidden from removing their helmets in the presence of others. 

Mando had made it abundantly clear, before you ever stepped foot aboard the Razor Crest, that wearing his helmet was a definitive boundary, never to be questioned or pushed. It was his ultimate line in the sand that you were never to cross. You were respectful of his Creed, asking questions with a curious rather than invasive intention which he seemed to appreciate. In fact, rather than driving a wedge between you, his Way had provoked many thoughtful conversations between the two of you.

There were nights you would sit in the cockpit as the brilliant blue trails of hyperspace surrounded you, bonding over your similar pasts. Sometimes, you would wake up in the bunk underneath the tiny hammock that belonged to The Child with no memory of clambering in the previous night. He never admitted it, but you were almost certain that Mando had carried you there himself, putting his impressive physique to use for something other than hauling bounties back to the Razor Crest. 

Amongst it all, you had learned his habits and quirks. You learned the way he liked his caf in the morning. How meticulous he was with polishing his armour until it gleamed so brightly, even in the dark of hyperspace, that you could see every detail of your reflection, right down to your pores. You discovered that he cleaned his weapons, taking them apart and checking every inch of them when he was particularly stressed or his bounties were not as straightforward as he had hoped. 

Most of all, you discovered how incredibly kind and caring the man beneath the hard, intimidating armour truly was.

Although he had weapons strapped to every inch of his body, Mando could be impossibly gentle. You had witnessed evidence of his ruthless efficiency when he returned to the ship laden with several bounties. Sometimes alive, sometimes dead, though he usually prevented you from seeing the more grisly sights. Yet the man you saw most often of all, moving around the Razor Crest with you as you hurtled around the galaxy, amongst the stars was different to reconcile with the violent nature of his profession. 

It was difficult to believe that the hands that had earned him the reputation as the most formidable bounty hunter in the parsec due to their proficiency in neutralising even elusive targets were the very same hands that were impossibly gentle when placing The Child in his hammock. The same hands that had extinguished countless lives had been used to rock the little one after he awoke from the nightmares that frequently plagued him. Nightmares that plagued Mando, too. But you had never been bold enough to bring up the tossing and turning you had heard from his bunk pretty much every night since you had started travelling with him. Despite the relatively personal conversations and information you had gleaned from him, it still felt a step too far. You didn’t want to cause him to shut down by prying, especially not after he had seemed to become genuinely comfortable in your presence and show you the gentler side of his nature. 

You felt so privileged to see such a side to him. It was a side that you had never expected to witness. After all, you had been utterly terrified the first time you encountered him, when he strutted into the run-down Cantina you worked in. He was impossible not to stare at, clad in that unpainted armour that glinted when the light hit it in just the right spot. You had never seen a Mandalorian in the flesh before, but you had heard plenty of legends about them. Mandalorians were famed across the galaxy for their ruthless, lethal accuracy and formidable fighting skills. 

That feeling of gratitude had soon developed into something else, though. A feeling that you would class as affection, albeit affection that was veering dangerously close into the territory of a four-letter word that your mind could not even contemplate. A feeling that would be all too dangerous to harbour for a man who you still felt you knew so little about. 

You were certain that your feelings for Mando were doing untold damage to your health. Living in such proximity to a man you harboured a devastatingly intense crush towards would one day succeed in suffocating you. Your chest ached whenever he was near, knowing that there was no possibility he could ever reciprocate your feelings. You knew that your love would remain unrequited. Above all, you knew that he must never, ever discover the depths of your affection towards him. 

There were more than a few times you had dissolved into tears during a few moments of solitude in the ‘fresher; your salty tears mixing with the hot jets of water from the Razor Crest’s shower. One particular occasion, when your feelings had left you particularly devastated, was the evening when Mando had returned from his latest job, during which he had to terminate the asset after one escape attempt too many. The asset’s termination would result in a lower fee and you knew that was partially the reason for Mando’s frustration. Yet, despite his reputation, you also knew that he did not relish killing bounties, much preferring to lure them back to the ship and freeze them in carbonite. In everything you knew about him, it appeared that Mando did not get a particular thrill from killing people that he, personally, had no qualms with. Although you knew that if anyone ever threatened even one white hair on the wrinkled little head of The Child, Mando would not hesitate to cut them down where they stood. 

That evening, The Mandalorian’s exasperation had been evident from the second he had returned to the Razor Crest, ordering you and The Child to hide in the cockpit while he stored the remains so you would not have to witness such a gruesome sight. You knew immediately that the job had not been easy and your heart ached for him. When Mando had given you the all-clear, you had descended the ladder down to the main hull of the ship with shaky hands and legs. Your trembling limbs did not come from the fact you were descending the rungs one-handed and carefully cradling The Child in your other arm, you were well used to that. No, you were dreading seeing Mando so frustrated… because of the way it made you feel. Seeing him so wound up, knowing that you were the one to put his pieces back together in your own subtle way thrilled you. It was a dangerous prospect. 

“I take it the job wasn’t successful?” You questioned, tone neutral. You attempted to appear as nonchalant as possible as you handed The Child to him. You hoped that taking the little one in his arms would go some way to calming him down.

“No,” Mando responded, definitively. His tone of voice made it abundantly clear that he did not want to discuss the matter further with you. 

“Perhaps I could put The Child to bed, while you take a shower?” You offered, wanting to do anything to soothe his frayed nerves. 

Mando shook his head. 

“I’ll do it, thanks,” he added gruffly.

You nodded before turning your back and climbing the ladder back up to the cockpit to give them their space. There was hardly any privacy in a ship so compact. Sometimes it could feel slightly claustrophobic aboard the Razor Crest, but you and Mando had worked a pretty good system out by now so you did not feel as though you were constantly on top of each other. You learned that he was a surprisingly patient man and did not express his anger in the way one might have expected from one capable of so much violence.

It was no surprise when you descended the rungs a while later to find him standing in front of the weapons cabinet, broad shoulders tensed as he examined his impressively-stocked armoury. You didn’t say a word, wondering whether he was about to tell you to return to the cockpit and leave him alone. Though you hoped that he would interpret your presence as a comforting one, not an invasive one. 

“Could you pass me the cleaning cloth, please?” Mando asked.

“Of course,” you replied, opening the crate where he kept his cleaning equipment. You selected the cloth that you knew he favoured and handed it to him, the corners of your lips curving upwards in a slight, shy smile. 

“Thank you,” Mando said appreciatively as his gloved hand rested on your upper arm and squeezed it gently. You sensed that he was thanking you for much more than passing him the cloth. Something about his touch and the way he said it had sickened you to your core. 

“I‘m gonna take a shower,” was all you managed to say, before you turned away from him.

You had practically sprinted to the ‘fresher then, needing privacy more than anything as you crumbled. As tears streamed down your cheeks, you tortured yourself over and over asking the same question:

How could a man capable of such violence be so gentle with you? 

Your soul was truly tortured by the feelings that you held for this man. 

It was that moment you thought of now. A moment amongst many others, as you sat and waited for Mando to return from his latest assignment. You were accustomed to days turning to weeks and weeks even turning to months on the rare occasion. It was a solitary experience, just you and The Child in the Razor Crest. You would not see another life form for weeks. Nor would you speak to anyone other than The Child. You weren't always certain whether he understood you. Mando always left a comlink with you, but it was reachable only by him. It was strictly for emergencies. In all the months that you had travelled with him, it had never once sounded when he was off on a mission. It had led you to wonder whether it even worked at all.

Occasionally, Mando would permit you to leave the ship but on particularly hostile planets, you were confined to the silver hull of his home, with just your ration packs and the mysterious green child for company.

This particular planet was one of such peril. Thus, Mando had forbidden you from leaving the ship. Although you always respected his demands, for The Child’s as much as your own sake, you adored the little guy, the loneliness was beginning to eat into your gut and make you feel grouchy after such a long period of isolation. Mando had told you that he expected the job to last no more than three days, but it was ten since he had crept out in the dead of night, armed to the teeth in pursuit of a crime lord who had made one enemy too many. 

As you lay back on the bunk, thinking of the man who had unexpectedly left such a deep impression on your heart, The Child began mewling. You instantly sat up, sighing softly as you reached into his hammock and stroked the end of one of his large green ears between your thumb and forefinger. 

“What’s up, buddy?” You questioned, rocking him gently and hoping that you had prevented him from dissolving into gut-wrenching sobs.

The Child just gazed at you with his big brown eyes, expression unreadable. 

“Do you want something to eat?” You asked, often knowing that the way to soothe his heart was through his stomach. 

The Child finally gave some indication of what was wrong with a small nod and you opened the door to the bunk and made your way towards the fortunately still well-stocked cupboards. Fortunately, Mando was fastidious in always ensuring there was enough food for the two of you. You appreciated that all the more as you gave The Child a bar which he wolfed down in only a couple of bites, despite his tiny frame. He had been fed barely an hour ago, but the little guy had a voracious appetite.

With a newly full stomach, you hoped that the little womp rat would finally get some sleep when you returned him to his hammock. Yet, as you lay back on your own bunk, you found that you could not settle.

Time became an illusion after so many days cooped up in the Razor Crest and despite the late hour, according to your chrono, you found that you were wide awake. There was nothing to do except pace around the Crest. 

You must have paced around the Crest enough times to cover the circumference of the planet when you were finally on when a sound caused you to stop in your tracks. It sounded like a faint crackle from where your comlink rested on some crates, forgotten and discarded. Until now. You barely had time to react before it chirped into life, with the sound of a familiar deep voice crackling slightly suddenly blaring from it.

Mando was calling your name.

You darted across the hull and scooped up the comlink from its position on top of the very crate from which you had fished out cleaning supplies. You were startled by the fact that Mando was actually using it. 

“It’s Mando,” he panted, tone desperate. “Listen, things aren’t looking good. If I’m not back by sunrise, take The Child and run. Promise me, you’ll get out of there. Promise m–”

Before Mando could finish and much less, could you even respond, the line went dead.

You stood there, startled by the turn of events. Your mind racing with thoughts. Where would you go? Which supplies should you pack? How far away was sunrise from now? Could you even use a blaster to shoot an enemy down, if needed? What were you going to do without Mando? How would you take care of The Child alone?

You wanted to sink to your knees, shout and scream. That was not an option. You knew that you had to keep going. Mando had wanted you to vow to him, which you would have done in a heartbeat had the line not first been cruelly cut. Even if he could not hear you, you still wanted to pledge your word to him.

“I promise I’ll protect The Child, Mando,” you whispered, clutching the comlink to your chest as tears streamed down your cheeks silently and the realisation that you could find yourself alone in the galaxy once more dawned upon you. 

You spent the next couple of hours packing and then repacking as many bags as you could manage to carry and pathetically practising gripping a blaster. Mando had demonstrated once or twice, in case you ever found yourself in a bind. You were certainly in one now, but the adrenaline coursing through your body made it near impossible to remember such careful, deliberate instructions. You contemplated the fact that he had chosen you for a reason, to care for The Child. Whatever such a reason was, it seemed futile now. You were in no fit state to care for anyone.

The guilt threatened to overwhelm you as you spent a few precious minutes watching The Child sleep, blissfully unaware of the anguished state his caregiver was currently in. Your heart ached for him. The bond he shared with Mando was something beyond words and you knew he would be devastated. How could you manage to take care of a distraught child and keep him safe from the same evil forces that had taken his father? 

You checked your chrono, heart sinking as you realised how close sunrise now was. Your heart thundered in your ears as you ascended the ladder for what was almost certainly the last time, your head peeking over the floor of the cockpit as you saw the pitch blackness of night gradually giving way to the lighter shade of blue that indicated that sunrise was imminent. As soon as the sky was flecked with oranges and pinks, you knew you had to obey Mando’s command and leave. 

You imagined him, frightened and injured, stumbling his way through the thick trees you could just about see from the cockpit, desperately fighting to return to you. You willed him on, hoping against all odds that he would make it back to you, safe and sound. You would berate him for putting himself into such a dangerous position. Then, you would piece him back together and prepare him to do it all over again. You were hopelessly devoted to him. Now, such devotion had placed you in this position. Alone, once again.

Alas, despite a valiant effort, Mando's return was not to be. He had tried his best, but it was not good enough. When the sky blazed brilliant bronze, you knew it was time to go. 

You descended the rungs for the last time, bidding a silent farewell to the ship where you had found so much happiness with such an unlikely companion and his even unlikelier son. You felt a lump in your throat, your eyes filling with tears as the finality of the moment dawned on you. Then, you exhaled and pushed your shoulders back, imagining yourself wearing armour like Mando. You had to do it, for him. You had to grant his dying wish. You had to be brave for The Child.

You were only two paces from the bunk when you heard it. The unmistakable whirring of the Razor Crest’s door opening. It was a sound that usually signified Mando's return. This time, though, it signified your imminent demise.

You were frozen to the spot, then. You were certain that the forces that had gotten to Mando were now here to finish you and The Child off, too. You contemplated reaching for the blaster that was in the bags just a few steps away, but you knew it was futile, given your inexperience. The forces that had murdered your Mandalorian would make short work of someone as inept as you. The best you could do was give yourself up, so that The Child may live. Hopefully, he would be undetected in his bunk, sleeping soundly despite the bloodshed just a few paces away.

You shut your eyes and thought of Mando, wondering if you were about to join him. You braced yourself for a blaster shot that never came. For it was not the alien sounds of a mysterious, threatening entity that your ears detected emanating approaching your position. No, it was not that at all.

Instead, you stood there, aghast as the familiar heavy, even thuds and slight clinking of armour echoed with every step up the ramp of the Razor Crest. The reassuring sound finally reached through your frayed nerves and your eyes flew open as you spun around in disbelief. This was not the end. There was no threat. Instead, there was an instantly familiar sound, one that you had feared you would never hear again. The noise signalled to you that somehow, against all odds, he had returned to you.

“Mando?” You questioned, momentarily terrified that an enemy holding a blaster would appear into view behind him.

“Sorry about that,” Mando huffed and you realised that particular fear was unfounded. “Job got a bit messier than I anticipated.”

The only indication of the gravity of his situation that had necessitated his desperate message was the evidence of numerous blaster shots that his armour had clearly taken, given the black marks on its otherwise pristine surface. The corners of your lips curled up in a knowing smirk. You knew he would spend most of your journey to the next planet cleaning every single plate with painstaking attention to detail. 

“But th-the you used the comlink?” You stuttered, aghast at his sudden appearance in the Razor Crest.

“I did,” he confirmed. “And were you about to leave?” Mando asked as he entered the ship and approached you. You were unable to reply with words, suddenly feeling incredibly choked up. You nodded and gestured towards the bags you had hurriedly packed.

“Good,” Mando nodded approvingly.

“I thought you were…” you shook your head, unable to finish that sentence and vocalise the dark places your mind had travelled.

“Dead.” Mando finished for you.

You nodded again. You would almost be amused by his familiar bluntness were you not still so shocked by his presence.

“I had sharper reflexes,” he shrugged cockily, a simple explanation for events that you were sure were far more complex than he was letting on.

“I thought I was alone. I thought I… I thought I’d have to leave here and never see you again,” you stammered, voice cracking at the thought. “Did you at least complete the job?”

“Yes,” Mando nodded. “Proof of termination was sufficient and I acquired it,” he explained, deep voice slightly hoarse thanks to the force that he had undoubtedly exerted in completing such a perilous job. 

“I don’t know if I want to kill you, or kiss you right now,” you sighed, shaking your head in disbelief at his accomplishment. Then, the realisation that you had finally given voice to your most intimate thoughts dawned on you. You clapped your hand over your mouth, eyes widening in horror. You were utterly mortified.

Mando was unmoving, which only added to your panic. You noticed the way his hands clenched into fists briefly and he sighed deeply. Then he tilted his head slightly and unclenched his fists.

“Close your eyes,” Mando commanded. 

Although his voice was quiet, something about the way he said it struck fear into your heart. There was a darkness to his voice, to his tone that terrified you. You were certain that he was going to punish you for such a remark. You had always been slightly afraid of him despite the gentleness he had shown you. Now, it appeared that those lingering fears were well-founded. He was probably disgusted by you. He had taken you in when you were at your lowest, given you a job, a bunk and a purpose. 

Yet, he had unknowingly given you so much more than that. It didn’t matter anymore, though. Especially not now that you had let your feelings get the better of you. You were convinced that he was going to kick you out, convinced that there was absolutely no possibility that he reciprocated your feelings for him. Mando hated you. You were certain of that.  

“Mando, I’m sorry. I didn’t mea–” you stammered, eyes still widened in horror.

The presence of soft leather against your skin abruptly cut your frantic apologies off, mid-utterance. His glove was warm across your forehead, nose and cheeks as his hand dwarfed your features. The loss of vision that came with his gloved hand covering your eyes stopped all coherent thoughts in your brain. The hiss of his helmet depressurising, a sound you had previously heard only through the door of the ‘fresher, made your heart quicken until it was beating with alarming speed. Then, the feeling of his soft lips moving gently against yours caused it to stop completely.

You were struck by two things. Firstly, the fact that the man you had been certain was dead, was not only very much alive but was presently moving his lips against yours. Secondly, underneath his helmet, Mando apparently kept a moustache. You could feel the bristles of his facial hair tickling slightly as his lips claimed yours in a tender kiss.

You were certain that your heart was going to give out if your knees did not first, momentarily fearful that you would send the pair of you crashing in a tangle of limbs to the hard, metallic surface of the Razor Crest’s floor with a thud. Fortunately, you happened to be kissing the most formidable bounty hunter in the parsec, who soon wrapped his spare arm around your waist and demonstrated, in the way that he held you, all the strength and certainty that had gained him such a reputation. You smirked against his lips as the hand that was not currently covering your eyes trailed up your back, travelling across your body over the coat that you had pulled on in preparation for your imminent departure from the Razor Crest. 

The movement of your lips together was electrifying. It confirmed that the connection you were certain had been building between the two of you was real. It felt so natural, as though you had always been destined to be pulled into each other’s orbits in this way. You felt chills traverse your skin as your brain perceived the scent of his glove, given its proximity to your nose. At once, you could smell the story of his perilous brush with death. There was the distinctive smoky scent of explosions, the sharp metallic smell from his ever-steady grip on his blaster, the earthy undertones – no doubt thanks to days of traipsing through undergrowth, – the musky smell that was unmistakably masculine, unmistakably him and finally, the faint hints of leather. As you registered each scent, you were reminded, once again, of the lethality this man was capable of. A man who was currently kissing you with such fondness and affection.

When your lungs started to burn – from the exhilaration or oxygen deprivation, you weren’t sure – Mando finally pulled away, leaving you breathless and dizzy from the events which had just transpired between the two of you. You smiled and bit your lip in glee, as the realisation of the monumental shift in your relationship that had just occurred hit you. You hoped it had not been a one-off, a fleeting moment of carelessness on his part that he would come to regret.

“You couldn’t kill me anyway,” Mando whispered, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. You were stunned. Clearly, that was not the case. This had been a deliberate, measured action on his part.

Then, the tell-tale hissing sound indicated that Mando had replaced his helmet. You couldn’t help the fact that your heart dropped a little at the sound. After all, despite how much you respected his devotion to The Way, there was always a simmering curiosity about his appearance. Especially having just kissed him. You could still feel the slight scratchiness that lingered on your skin from the bristles of his facial hair, a ghost of the kiss you had just shared; a reminder that it had happened.

Mando removed his hand from your eyes and you mourned the loss of contact, having relished the way that his hand had engulfed your face with its enormous size as it drowned your features. He always seemed to be everywhere, a looming presence over you.

“Mando, I –” you began, but he raised the same gloved hand that had just rested against your forehead, cutting you off once again.

“My name is Din,” he said quietly before he lowered his hand again.

“Oh,” you breathed, stunned that he had entrusted you with such a precious piece of information.

Although, given the fact that he had just kissed you, perhaps it was a logical step. Nevertheless, you appreciated the fact that you finally had a name to put to the deep voice you adored. Din, not Mando, was the man who had just stolen all rational thought from your mind with the gentle touch of his lips.

You smiled then, the first genuine smile that had graced your features since Din had left the Razor Crest ten days previously. Only a few minutes ago, you had feared that he would never return. Now, just when you had been certain your life with him was over, it appeared that it was just beginning.

As the sun rose over the Razor Crest, still surrounded by the trees of the forest planet you had been certain would be the location of an ending, it was clear that a new dawn was here for you and Din. A beginning was upon you, the start of something beautiful.

It was the first kiss you had shared with Din. But you were certain that it would not be your last.

[feketeribizli]

need more nando and marci in my life cant stop thinking abt them

here are some loose ideas as i piece things together one by one 🫡

tldr; marc is pathetic and obsessed with the guy who could be his father

i dont really wanna specify what he is before he gets his f1 seat (not a reserve driver per se but maybe. some type of a junior. development driver idk nawt important to me) but thats not even the point here cause no matter what he is prior to being teammates he rarely ever approached nando even when he had the chance... bro was scared he would cum and pass out on the spot if they as much as shook hands lol

anyway i think theyd first meet sometime in 2014... alonso sucked dry ferrari era... hungaroring would make most sense, marcis dad takes him bts to meet people and the little guy has his scrapbook full of newspaper clippings and printed photos and stuff to get autographs (no one needs to know that the fa14 section is multiply pages longer than some others) and i should draw the photo theyd take together fr... haunting

anyway! first day on the job marc is shaking shivering whimpering like youre not only gonna be doing your first formula one grand prix but youre doing it next to one of your childhood idols youre JOKING. hes in the garage next to me isnt he

longest most overwhelming weekend of his fucking life! i think he would get announced last minute (i also think he would be the last one to get the news lmao) so the moment hes anywhere near track he gets swarmed by people he gets absolutely jumped. sits furthest from fernando during briefings subconsciously (would be so numb to everything he doesnt even register that hes around the guy he likes. worships even) with berta glued to his hip (or hes glued to berta. whos to say they dont really know each other at that point of time). hes fidgety and nervous and itchy and red from ear to ear and kind of just sour vibes overall coming in waves off of him (let the man livvveeee he just got here. he can be nervy) which could be the reason when the first time they speak and go over stuff nando makes a face at him (—> day ruined hes contemplating killing himself. manages a decent race instead) (lance finished p14 in spain i think marc could do that too)

after that the two of them would do some small talk here and there and marci is like a shadow following nando around (he doesnt fucking know what to do or how to act. its pathetic) but that initial "first impression" is like so engraved into his brain hes being weird about everything. like nando chivalrously brings him some espresso at hospitality and asks general questions about his past achievements etc etc and marci is there clutching the small cup in both hands minutely trembling because their fingers touched and also hes too afraid to let nando know he doesnt like coffee so hes taking the smallest sips possible between mumbling out details about his eurocup series endeavours that he knows nando probably doesnt give a shit about

linking these fuckers to the hungaroring like why am i about to bring it up for the like billionth time. anyway its a month into his debut and as one would be hes extra twitchy about his home race (and his father would be there. visiting him in the garage) and i want nando to come up to him as marci is leaving his drivers room and nando puts a big hand on his shoulder and he looks marci in the eyes and squeezes his neck and says something about not overthinking it or whatever and like stop with the jittering because its ANNOYING 🩷 and then he laughs and pats marci on the cheeks and leaves and marci is like woagh. im so horny and distraught right now i might crash my fucking car and then my dad will kill me but woah. the interaction would help him loosen up a bit tho so theres that. peace and love

im lowkey too scared to get too into scenarios just yet lol so theyre just hanging out in my head... sometimes sexual style. on that front i think marci would need outside assistance (pálinka)... like getting a little frisky during some type of celebratory after party or something

if anyone wanna put him in scenarios lemme know lmao my ears are open i dont hold marc on too tight of a leash. haha get it cause dog. haha ANYWAY ive said so little with so much oh my god. kills myselg

[gl1tchy-4rt]

Bruno and Alfonso Lore! (Also Happy Fake Peppino Friday!)

psss @toastedjeans you wanted to know where did Alfonso came from ;)

Based on @marclef post an with Fake Peppino Friday upon us i wanted write about how did Alfonso came to the world

So yeah Clone Lore!

Clones have different ways of creating more of themselves, one of this ways is "Long-term mitosis"

Unlike the gray clones in Fakey's battle, these clones are way more stable, yet they tend to have Leftover DNA from their parents, which is good cause the extra genes makes them different from the parent and gives them more stability...

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Back in the town, Bruno was happy with his new life and family, but something was missing..., don't misunderstand him, he loves Maria with all of his heart but...

He wanted a kid of his own... And his body knew that...

(Warning: Biology topics and a bit of Gore)

His body was smart, not only did it keep the baby hidden but also close to nutrients for it to develop.

While Bruno was sick for 4-5 days and for 4.5 months he was constantly tired and very hungry, he was happy, he just knew it, he knew why this was happening and what it meant

If he wanted to he could re-absorb the fetus, but he didn't wanted to.

Those months passed and one night Bruno woke up in middle of the night, tossing and turning in pain.

He knew why, baby had no way into the open since it spent all this time inside of him and probably his flesh was too thick for the baby to break through....

Oh well this is going to hurt...

Welp, now he needs to rest, he is exhausted and probably he'll have this hole in his stomach for 2 weeks or so...

But it was all worth it.

Heh, Maria is going to be so happy to meet her lil' brother, and About Peppino and Gustavo... Im pretty sure they'll understand.

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EEEEEEE The froggo family 🩷

Also lil up close to Baby Alfonso :)

Lil Tadpole Baby :)

In a couple of months he will look just like a human baby, but with a Tadpole tail of course.

Anyways I hope you enjoyed my weird-a$$ Headcanons about Clone Biology... Wait "Clone" sounds bad... How should we call Bruno's Kin? Mmhhhhhh I'll figure that out one Bruno's next post

Anyways see y'all later!

Buh-bye!!

[7-deadly-cats]

the wait for KMS 18 was SOOO worth it!!!! i love love love your long chapters and i was giggling so fucking bad while reading it, it was perfectt! i love his smug ass and the reader finally not overthinking EVERYTHING her character growth is so beautifully written and i think everyone who suffers from anxiety and overthinking can relate to this slow growing confidence when befriending (or whatever it is these 2 idiots are doing) someone new. love your writing, you’re amazing!

I’M SO HAPPY AND RELIEVED ABOUT THE POSITIVE FEEDBACK ON KMS 18 and i’m sososososo happy you enjoyed this one as well !!!!

and me writing longer chapters now is thanks to you guys convincing me of doing so hihihi LIKE if we look back at the very first chapters, they always contained about 3 to 5k words AND NOW WE’RE AT 10 to 13k LIKE WHAT

this chapter was one big mf but i had sm fun with it nonetheless and i believe writing rafe’s reactions and dialogue is one of my fav things ever 🤣

AND MY SHAYLA OF COURSE 😭🩷 i was SO scared about writing an overthinker!reader bc i didn’t think so many people would feel seen by her. in a way she is a self-insert, so I FELT EVEN MORE ANXIOUS ABOUT HER, so it fills my heart with warmth that you guys love her as much as i do, cheering her on and all 😭🫶🏼

AND HELL YEAH to her development and growth!!! she hasn’t let rafe’s bullshit slide since the very beginning but she still turned more confident in the way she acts with him like YAS GIRL

and this was literally the whole point of this series. like sure, i love reading bitchy!reader and stuff like that but i feel like most of us would be overwhelmed during an actual interaction with rafe like be fr 🤣

or rather i kinda wanted to grasp how it feels to have a crush irl or how it feels to get to know a new person. how awkward and stressful it can be. the misunderstandings at the beginning, and the push and pull and JUST AHHHH. i wanted this to be real and it seems like i’m succeeding the way some of you guys feel seen by this series.

anyway, i’m drifting off again Hahahahah so much love to you, hope you will enjoy the remaining chapters as well <3

[folkloresthings]

Happy last day of the celebration!! This event has been so amazing and I’m so happy that I got to participate!!

On that note, I am here to ask for another NORTHANGER ABBEY (😅). Could I maybe request Carlos Sainz with the drunken confessions trope? Preferably with Carlos being the one confessing, but you do whatever you think is best!

Thanks in advance, and I hope you’re doing well, lovely!! 🤍🩵🩷

made reader lando’s sister bc why not

SOBER THOUGHTS. ❨ carlos sainz x norris!reader ❩

“you want the same again?”

lando has to shout across to you and luisa to get any kind of answer. the bass of the club’s music is pounding through your whole body, hammering in time with the beat of your heart. you nod, sending him a grateful smile in place of a thank you — the noise would only be lost to him.

luisa slips her hand in yours as her boyfriend heads for the bar, tugging you back over to the corner that the other driver’s inhabit. you just about make out daniel beckoning you over to the couch, all smiles and sunshine. your brother’s new teammate was a breath of fresh air, for both lando and mclaren. it was impossible not to like him.

still, you found yourself missing the days of carlos driving alongside your brother. it meant he was around more, you would see him more often. hell, he spent endless weekends at home with you and lando when he couldn’t make it back to spain. but before this evening, you hadn’t seen him in weeks.

he was sitting across from you and daniel, staring intently as you conversed with the australian man. granted, you weren’t paying much attention to what danny was saying, not when you could feel carlos’ gaze boring into you.

“one vodka coke,” lando sang, passing the glass to daniel to pass to you. you call thanks to your brother, sipping on the little straw that comes with your drink, letting it feed the buzz already rising in your chest.

“you good, mate?” daniel speaks next to you, and you look to him to check if he’s speaking to you. he’s not, looking instead at carlos. the latter blinks, head nodding slowly, glancing at you before he turns to where charles is sat.

when you first met carlos, this was how he was. quiet and reserved, all dark and mysterious. it wasn’t until he came home with lando for the first time that you actually had a conversation, letting him open up to you. when you’d developed this silly little crush on your brothers best friend, you don’t know. but it certainly hadn’t gone away.

“you look nice.” carlos steals daniel’s seat as soon as the aussie goes to the bar, mumbling his compliments near your ear. you turn to him with a smile, hands smoothing over the little black dress that luisa had loaned you for the evening.

“thank you,” you muse, looking down at his sleek black shirt. it hugs his arms in all the right places, the first few buttons undone and giving you a glimpse to the sweat beading on his chest underneath. “you look very handsome.”

carlos feels his mouth run dry. here you are, looking so unbelievably pretty, and staring at him. it was dizzying — you were his best friend’s little sister, for god’s sake. he needed to push these feelings down, six feet under.

“i’m going to get a drink,” he blurts out suddenly. “do you want one?”

you’re not finished the one lando got you yet, but you agree anyway. carlos clambers to his feet and hurried to the bar, away from your temptation quicker than he means to. you watch him go, searching in wonder for what the matter was. when, after thirty minutes, he doesn’t return, you go look for him.

he’s not at the bar, but luisa is and she hasn’t seen the spaniard. he’s not on the dancefloor or back at the tables. in a last resort, you stick your head outside. there’s a few stragglers around, none of which you know, and then there’s carlos. he’s leaning against the wall, eyes closed and breathing deeply.

“carlos?” your sweet voice rings out in his ears and he’s convinced he’s fallen asleep, the vision of you appearing in his dreams. but you touch his arm then, checking if he’s still alive. “you alright?”

“hm?” he murmurs, eyes flickering open to you. “oh. you found me.”

“yeah,” lips pulling into a smirk, you try your best not to seem too amused. he’s evidently drunker than when he left you at the couch, swaying on his feet and struggling to keep his big brown eyes open.

“i had a drink at the bar,” he confesses, words blurring together. “and then i had yours, too. sorry.”

“it’s okay,” you giggle, keeping a hand on his side as he almost veers quickly to the left. “maybe we should get you home, no?”

carlos looks at you, nodding after a minute of registering your words. he keeps looking at you, how nice your hair looks and the way your eyes shine up at him in worry. he could look at your for the rest of his days, if only you’d let him.

it’s on the tip of his tongue, his heart rising to pour out of his throat. but then you’re guiding him to a cab and reaching across him to buckle his seatbelt, and the words crumble up and fall back to his stomach.

you take him back to lando’s place since you have a key, and because you’re not sure what you would do being alone with carlos in his apartment. keeping a close eye on the drunk driver, you let both of you into your brother’s central monaco apartment, slipping off your heels to ease your guidance of carlos to the couch.

“i’ll get you some water.” filling a glass in the kitchen, you bring it back to him as quickly as you can. his hands aren’t fully functional, so you balance the rim of the glass at his lips, letting him take small sips of hydration.

“you’re so nice. so good to me,” carlos slurs, ends of words getting lost in the air between you. it warms your heart, his drunken stupor and compliments, cheeks warming with each one you can actually decipher.

“and so pretty,” he continues, resting back against the cushions with closed eyes. the alcohol clearing inhabiting his filter makes you slow, eventually freezing. “always wanted to tell you how much i like you. but lando, didn’t want to make things weird. but i like you, i really do.”

surely he meant as a friend. right? he always treated you as lando’s sister, never flirting or pushing any lines. was that respect purely because he feared making things awkward? had he liked you all along — all those days you were caught looking at him a little too long, or finding excuses to talk to him and walk by his side.

“might even love you.”

then you really freeze. your fingers grip the glass of water so tightly you’re sure it could break. you stare at him, waiting for his drunken facade to break and the cameras to appear, pointing you out as the joke all along.

“no — not might. i do. i do love you. so much,” carlos whispers, as if it’s the biggest secret in the world. he slips into sleep before you can question his confession or even think about replying. if you did, you doubt he would remember in the morning.

quietly smiling to yourself, you shift his frame to lay flat on the couch, draping a soft blanket over his sleeping body. you take a moment to admire his soft breathing, his plump lips, his long lashes.

suddenly, you can’t wait for morning. for sober confessions and the beginning of all you ever wanted. a drunk man’s words were a sober man’s thoughts, weren’t they?

[stillgotscars]

is your pain any better? i hope it is (or that it will be soon)

it hasn’t eased up :(( but i’ve got an appointment with my chronic pain specialist tomorrow morning, so hopefully he might have some suggestions on how to manage it. unfortunately, my chronic pain is extremely complex and is unresponsive to just about every kind of treatment that’s currently available, meaning this could possibly be a new development in my pain that i will just have to learn to cope with. the thought of that scares me a bit, but i have lived through my chronic pain changing and progressing more times than i can count since i underwent invasive back surgery at 16, so i know that i’ll make it through this rough patch eventually, too. anyway, thank you for checking up on me 🩷

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - June 1 (Happy Pride!)

rainbow hearts anon, chesh anon, midnights anon, willpower anon, friend crush anon

rainbow hearts anon

I'm doing pretty mediocre lately. Schools almost over so I'm excited for the summer of doing absolutely nothing because now all the state parks require id and reservations that my family cannot give so yay thank you american government. Honestly school hasn't been that bad just annoying and stressful lately but I had my last concert last week and I did better than expected and I just had fun like I didn't think of anything I just played the music and had a good time playing and my brothers gf even got me my favorite flowers and went with me and my family to chipotle so that was really fun. Good news: I talked to my mom about some of my problems with religion and she didn't push or like judge me or get mad or anything like that and it felt really good and lightening to relieve some of that hurt. I'm in this like weird state where I'm scared but ready and it's like I've prepared for the jump scare but at the end of the day it's still a jump scare yk. I'm really ready for hs and all the things I'll be able to have like new friends and more freedom to express myself. Also more good news, I've been feeling pretty good with not really sticking a label on me like before it felt like I needed that label to define me and my feelings but now I just feel like the labels only there to help me find other people who relate instead of being this thing that just pushes me down. I'm scared for lots of things rn but I feel like the last episode of season 1 of derry girls. Anyways yeah nice update and thank you for the advice for purple hair I will make sure to keep that in mind. 💚💛🤎🤍🩵💜🧡💙🩷🩶🖤❤️

Hi!

It sounds like a lot of things are changing for you right now and that can be scary and stressful. Remember though that as scary as change can be, it can end up being good! It's terrifying to try to embrace that unknown, but trust me when I say that high school is better than middle school (and college is even better than that). I'm here whenever you need to talk about this nervous feeling though, it's so valid!

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chesh anon

Hi hon <3

My heart breaks for you right now, because I know you can't see it, but there are people out there who will love you just for YOU. Not a skinnier version of you, not a non-autistic version of you, but YOU. EXACTLY as you are. You deserve love as the person you are, because you are PERFECT as you are.

I am sending you all the virtual hugs I can. Have you been able to talk to anyone about needing help? You also deserve help, because you deserve happiness and love and support.

Sending love <3

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midnights anon

Hi! Midnights anon here

And thank you so much for the answer to my last ask,

And also please don’t feel stressed about the 5 year plan thing! I’ll explain it again, dw 🫶

So, I was trying to get my life together so I figured I could do a 5 year plan every 5 years and this first year of highschool was just to survive and take care of myself mentally, and then build upon that for the rest of the 5 years, like Mazlovs hierarchy of needs and all that jazz

Year 2 was personal style and confidence in my body

Year 3 was interpersonal relationships

Year 4 and 5 I can’t remember off the top of my head but yeah that’s the general gist

But I through the year (year one) I’ve learned about some beliefs that I’ve held about myself that haven’t been very good, and after some self reflection, I think I put friendships and interpersonal relationships at years 3 because I still valued myself being “like a book/fanfic character”, who angsty and pushed away friendship… but I don’t want to be a 2 dimensional person anymore. And I think developing a good support system for me in real life is important.

My family and parents violate my boundaries all the time

And I feel awkward and stuff with my friends at school. I love them but I want to make friends outside of school, so I know that there’s someone out there, in the real big wide world that exists outside of the vacuum of day to day living (school, home, homework, sleep) who’s on my side.

I still think I’m definitely not ready for dating anyone but, I think it’d be a good idea to look for friends outside of school this summer

Thank you for listening! <3

(Btw tomorrow is my last day of school before exams and I am SPOOKED

Also ur amazing byeeeeeeee)

Hi!

Okay yes I'm caught up.

Yes, you're right, a support system is hugely important, and I think finding good friends is a great idea! The thing with building confidence is it doesn't always happen in a vacuum- you NEED that support system to do so. So yes, absolutely, making friends outside of school (as long as you're being safe) is a great idea!

Good luck on exams! I believe in you!

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willpower anon

Hi <3

I hope you're doing okay now? It's okay to inbox me with this, even if you just need to vent or you need encouragement. I don't mind that at all! You're welcome to inbox me anytime, and you're NOT a bother <3

Have you been able to ask for help with this at all? I'm not mad if you haven't, I'm just curious.

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friend crush anon

Hi Cas! Friend crush anon here!

I just wanted to give you an update on the situation: I told my friend I needed some time to think, and after A LOT of thinking I realised I’m probably aromantic. I’m not 100% sure tho cause I’m young and I might fall in love later but honestly the idea of being in love feels weird to me. Anyway I told them that and we’re still friends :)

Hi! I'm so glad you took time to really think about your feelings and be honest with your friend! And I'm SO glad it turned out okay! Great job being thoughtful!

[barniesplayhouse]

Part 1 of my oc’s are finally here!! I might draw them all in twos to keep them consistent but we’ll see in the future.

Anyways I decided to make a separate account for my ocs and for my fandom art as I have a plan to go a bit far with them in the future. It’s nice because I finally get to let the story of them out there after like a year. Usually all my ocs I made before were scrapped because I didn’t like them but now I finally let them out there.

So starting off with Alina, she’s a Swedish woman who grew up in the south her whole life and was raised on the rural, small town side with a small farm along with it. She moved up north in the city to get away after conflict with her family who she doesn’t think she’ll be talking to any time ever. And with no payment for college she knew that moving up north was the only way she was gonna get away from her hell hole of a town and start anew.

There she meets Meghan, her new roommate! Meghan was looking for roommates online because she needed help on her rent, though she lied online saying that she wanted to expand her social circle. She was first distant from Alina since she had no intention of becoming besties with her but then figured out that Alina liked the same Anime she did just as much as her. Alina develops a crush on her overtime but doesn’t even know if she feels the same way.

I’ll keep pumping more in the future 🖤🩷

[deepdeanvsweston]

hey, i'm the anon that was brainrotted about jfp, i'm interested in hearing your thoughts about lettice & bertie as a duo!

also lettice and enid situationship has me perking my metaphorical ears like a dog

anywayyy let's just say i'm brainrotting about it. and by "it" well let's just say. heh. jfp. /hj

i might as well call myself jfp anon or 🏑 anon or smth bc i was the anon that requested who requested the thing for una/lettice and the one that requested lettice hcs 😭 (jfp's so interesting i did it for a school english project a few years ago...)

anyway, sorry for rambling or if this was too direct or whatever 💔💔

- 🏑 anon, ig?

Hi hello!!!

Dw about being too direct or rambling 🩷 highkey sick you did JFP for an English project

Someone else also asked about Lettice and Bertie as a duo so that post is already out!!!

Also yes Lettice and Enid! I always see it as Enid joined Deepdean pretty late after the other girls and Lettice liked that there was a new girl who didn't know her, she could establish herself as someone different before her Popular Girl™ reputation got there to Enid. I view their relationship as like Cher and Tai from Clueless (Lettice as Cher and Enid as Tai). Lettice views her almost like a project??? Also while developing a crush on Enid. Like I said in my headcannons post, Lettice cares more about Enid than Enid does about her. Going into it now, I think Enid might feel a sense of pride that Lettice comes back to her every time like a dog, and she imagines herself as having replaced Elizabeth, and is the new 'ruling power' even while locked up.

Idk the best way I can describe their relationship is that Lettice has the flu. Instead of trying to get better, she just keeps sitting in the cold and doing stupid stuff like going to sleep with wet hair.

[she-wolf09231982]

*Disclosure for my future Gambit/Remy LaBeau fanfic posts*

👇🏼

I just want to disclose (to avoid conflict and unnecessary confrontations) I am not a comic expert. Gambit/Remy LeBeau is very new to me and I’m doing my best to stay genuine to what I’ve researched online or from what I’ve seen in the D&W movie.

I’m aware there was a HUGE controversy over his heavy accent/dialect and over his eye color in the movie, so I tried to incorporate both versions of each in my writing to satisfy everyone’s preferred Gambit/Remy style. (Personally, I loved Channing Tatum’s accent in the movie ☺️)

I’m also cognizant that Gambit and Rogue are an item in the comics, but for sanity sake, Rogue will be a pastime only mentioned in passing if absolutely necessary so I don’t have to study in depth another character I’m unfamiliar with. (I need some brain space for real life stuff, too 😅)

Also, because I’m currently learning Haitian Creole, that’s the language I’ve chosen to use for my stories, which yes, I know isn’t accurate to Gambit, but French Creole wasn’t available on Pimsleur, so don’t be a dick about it 😜

Anyway, I’m doing my maximum effort over here writing for Gambit/Remy, so when I do post my developing Gambit story, please, if you have comments or criticisms that don’t benefit anyone else’s appreciation of these fanfics, keep them to yourself and let the rest of us relish it.

*I support safe spaces for everyone to read and write freely, so just sit back and enjoy the ride, kids. Life’s too short*

Thanks so much 💜🩷

[iamamymarch]

Intro to my blog!!

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

Hii I'm new to posting on here, but I wanted somewhere where I could post anything and obsess over stuff, so this is that.

Some things about me:

I'm 18

My fav movies: Dead poets society, when Harry met Sally, Igby goes down, Never let me go, Scott Pilgrim vs the world, Lady Bird and Little miss sunshine

My fav shows: Succession, Arrested development, The office, The walking dead

My fav artists: Lana Del Rey, The Beatles, Fiona Apple, Drowners, Tame Impala, Radiohead, papma violets

My fav books: The secret history, Dead poets society, the Bell Jar

This blog is literally just an online diary.

Anyways, until my next post, ly 🩷

[peachdues]

I was catching up on the drama that was someone arguing about the law with you even though you’re a lawyer?? Anyway I looked at their blog to see their last response and you’re not missing anything new besides them insisting you’re an overconfident law student (wouldn’t a law student know more than them too tho??). BUT in a different post they’ve claimed to run a subreddit in which they constantly research and fact check people?? They then ban people, giving long explanations as to why, and doing so supposedly changes peoples minds/opinions all the time??? I can’t help but feel like they thought this is what was happening with you. So anyway their qualifications for knowing more than a trained lawyer are, let me check my notes, ah yes running a subreddit

P.s. thank you for educating myself, and many others, about what laws actually mean for us! You are a saint for taking time out of your busy day to clarify what is initially vague for the general public’s understanding. Keep being amazing 🩷🩷

God, I wish I was still an overconfident law student. That way, I wouldn’t have to be paying my student loans (yet). Or, even better, I wouldn’t have to get my ass up at 4:30 tomorrow morning for a trial in another county 😭

I went and snooped on the Reddit claim — it very much gave me the same kind of “I’m so smart and when I tell people they’re WRONG they THANK me and then everyone CLAPS” vibe.

Which…to me screams their prefrontal cortex hasn’t developed. Like I said, their grammar spoke volumes about their age lmao.

I think that’s someone who probably believes, to some degree, that they are the smartest person speaking at All Times, and anyone whom contradicts them is Wrong and Stupid. In the end, they let their own emotions, inexperience, and — you guessed it — ignorance totally derail any attempt at a coherent argument (which, wasn’t that coherent to begin with).

And look, by no means am I an authority on anything. Never blindly trust anyone who purports to be THE authority on all things (like our alleged Reddit moderator). All I did was share what I read from the Bill, and how it very likely could be interpreted to enact widespread censorship. And, it’s not like anything I was saying was new — it’s straight out of the Project 2025 handbook, which the current administration has been following diligently!

Love you all so very much! Thanks for being here 🤍🤍

[klausysworld]

Hon, you alright?

It's been more than a week since your last posted. Are you doing okay?

Hi,

Thanks for checking in!

I’m okay, I’ve just got a lot going on in my family at the moment so it’s a bit stressful and also difficult to find time to find time to write

On top of that I think I’ve just been struggling with ideas anyway at the moment?

My drafts are all half done and I get stuck on them

I started a new one yesterday about Klaus when he was a king in the past and his newest wife because there’s no way that he wasn’t married a bunch of times over the centuries. With the standards throughout the times he would’ve gotten married and been a very controlling husband and I hope to show how he develops his ways around his wife as modern time gets closer. I’m only part way through it but I’ve already got a bit of smut in it and hope to get some more in there so it’s a longer post and more interesting.

Hopefully once get into the write mood for writings I’ll be on a roll and manage to get loads done!

Hope everyone’s doing well and thankyou @xvxni for asking 🩷🩷

[sternentreue]

For Firion: 4, 18, 26

For Enzo: 14, 23

For Gwendolyn: 17, 25

<3

I finally made it!!! Thank you so so much for the questions!! MWAH! 🥹🩷

Firion:

4: If your Rook was a companion, where would they be found?

Firion wouldn’t have a room. You’d find him near a big tree, maybe somewhere in the courtyard or in a new place entirely. There would be some kind of living space up ahead, a little platform with books and snacks, a lamp and a hammock, or maybe even a little tree house. The way up is hard to reach though, it’s a jumping puzzle or you need to be really good at climbing (there’s a treasure chest containing an accessory, “Rook’s Boon”, if you make it). At the bottom there are several opportunities for training: a few striking dummies, a pull-up bar, maybe a small well to cool off and have a refreshing drink after training.

18: What would your Rook be doing if they weren't recruited by Varric?

Oh boy, there are two options; if Strife wouldn’t have kicked him out he would probably still be with the Veil Jumpers doing Veil Jumper things. But there wouldn’t be less incidents of missing Veil Jumpers because he brings some brains and muscles to the operation. In the end he would get involved in the fight against the Evanuris anyway and help the other Rook as an NPC. If he would have been forced to leave the Veil Jumpers he would probably have returned to his clan, but being super unhappy about it. In this department he is a lot like Davrin. Clan life isn’t for him, doing the same things every day, hunting, tending to the halla, listening to the Keepers lessons. It doesn’t help that his older brother is the Keeper now and he’s constantly living in his shadow. Never the smartest, no magical talent, not as virtuous and worst of all - the pressure to settle down with one of the girls who are very interested and insisting. 

26: What animal best represents your Rook?

Easy - a white stag. Very gentle, shy and calm but aggressive and protective if he needs to be. 

Enzo:

14: What hobbies does your Rook have?

Not an easy one to answer. Considering his past life he didn’t really have any opportunities to develop any hobbies, being constantly under the watchful eyes of the Crows and Viago putting him through training every minute of the day. So he’d say his hobbies are sleeping, drinking and fucking. On a more serious note he’s very good at drawing, a self-taught skill, because he didn’t know how to read or write for a big portion of his childhood and teenage years, so he conveyed messages through illustrations. Later on he picked up reading to make up for the lack of his basic education.

23: What do they do after an absolute crisis?

Probably the above: sleeping, drinking and fucking - anything to turn off his feelings for a while. He would later rationalize what happened and what went wrong to learn from any possible mistakes, however.

Gwendolyn:

17: Do they enjoy life as an adventurer?

The answer is yes and no. See, Gwendolyn is a city girl. She grew up in Ventus and later spent her teenage and early adult years in the Circle of Minrathous where she enjoyed the amenities of a mage’s life in the city of mages. She’s the kind of person to bring her best pair of shoes to a field trip and later complain that they’re covered in mud. However, she’s also very self-reflective and receptive to injustice and the misery of others which made her join the Shadow Dragons in the first place. She’s been through the stage of “checking her privileges” and strives to leave her comfort zone more and more often and especially enjoys the wilder side of life on her walks with Davrin. And while she still complains about muddy shoes she does so with a laugh.

25: What specialization best represents your Rook?

Gwen is a Spellblade. She is a very fierce mage with lots of energy. She always hated that she was taught to use raw magic while keeping her body still. When she found out about the existence of mage daggers, she was thrilled. But having access to a blade doesn’t automatically make you good at it, so she still tends to get herself into dangerous situations and hilariously keeps on mistaking her mage dagger for the lyrium dagger.

[Rook Questionnaire]

[satanicsanity]

2am Satanic thoughts that could change within a week, welcome back!- (I'd like to say beforehand no this is not me quitting my impression work, okay? Okay!)

Part of me thinks I shouldn't say this, part of me does, I'm choosing to make.. A decision- fjdusbyahwyaha- anyways uh- (Talked this through with a trusted loved one beforehand)

I've done a lot of thinking on this... I've went back to start recording a couple of times and simply couldn't find the courage or motivation, at least not at the moment. And funny as it is I'm not sure why! That being said.. Impressions probably won't be my MAIN blog focus anymore or at Least for a bit, I'm still going to do them! but they'll become more of a.. A time to time thing! An 'every now and then' as I'm developing more hobbies, going into a new schedule and schooling year, and would like to focus more on my artwork!

This is not me quitting, I'll still do them when I can and when I'm feeling up for it! Just expect more art and things as such <3

Impressions were what brought me so deep into the Welcome-home community... I still hold doing them dear to my heart, but there's nothing wrong with changing formats!

I apologize if this upsets anyone but for my own sake I cannot continue to do them so often all the time, as I try to.. I fail continuously unfortunately-

Lots and lots of love to you all!🩷🩷🩷 Will this possibly change within a week and I'll suddenly just.. Hyperfocus on them again? Who knows! Life is.. Throwing me all over the place currently but I've been dealing with these thoughts for quite a few days, to nobody's particular fault except my own, and thought they could be worth sharing <3

[findroleplay]

hiii! i’m 25+ f looking for similarly aged writers to write something cool with me over on discord. i just got finished watching fountain of youth and it’s giving me maaaaajor treasure/artifact hunting vibes.

think tomb raider, national treasure, davinci code, uncharted, the mummy, etcetc. i wanna develop a story together but i’ve got the basics in mind already! specifics i’m looking for:

• 25+ muns & muses with already made OCs or wants to explore creating a new one

• fxf companionship or relationship

• brother or sister familial competition, or teamwork

• willing to dive into world building with me and geek out over our muses

• understands that work/rl life comes first

• i LOVE ic texting, media sharing, etc. developing the characters is the best

anyways like this post and i’ll come find you! ❤️🩷❤️

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