#because im a nicer person than you however

[loveushijima]

ushijima bf hcs!!! like how would he be as a bf?

thank youuu!! <33

ushijima wakatoshi as your boyfriend!

fluffffffffffff, clueless ushiwaka | female reader

a/n: hi pookie bear im so sorry but i have no idea how to write headcanons so i hope this is acceptable n i did ur request justice <3 😭 also not proofread!

Let’s start from the beginning:

Ushijima would not understand that his feelings for you are more than just platonic.

In the beginning, Ushijima would see you as a great friend to have.

But overtime, he would start to feel weird. The slightest touch you give him would send electricity all over his body, he’d memorise your daily schedule and subconsciously alter his path so he’d be able to bump into you more, and he’d take notice of the way you smiled or the way you put your hand up to cover your lips whenever you laughed.

He thought your smile and laugh were beautiful and contagious, why would you ever feel the need to do that?

Ushijima wouldn’t think much about it, he’d brush it off as him treating you nicer because you’re one of his only girl friends.

Tendou, however, isn’t that dense.

Tendou took notice of the way whenever something reminded Ushijima of you, he’d immediately ask out loud, “I wonder if she’d like this…” or, “If she was here right now, she would probably enjoy this very much.”

He sighs, his friend is not very adapt to his own feelings.

Tendou has a loooooong conversation with Ushijima before Ushijima finally realises that his feelings for you aren’t purely platonic.

“Wakatoshi-kun, do you get butterflies in your stomach whenever I lay a hand on you?”

“No.”

“Do you ever think my smile is beautiful and contagious?”

“…not really.”

“Ouch. But there you go, Waka-kun!”

“Ah.”

Ushijima isn’t the type to beat around the bush and get shy and blushy once he comes to terms with his feelings. Actually, he would be the type to not confess to you at all in case the confession completely ruins the friendship. But with Tendou’s relentless peer pressure, Ushijima eventually gives in and asks if you’d be available to meet around the dormitory buildings one evening after all classes at Shiratorizawa Academy has ended.

There, he confesses.

“I have feelings for you.” He confesses… rather bluntly.

“Oh?”

“Yes. I would rather we just pretend this did not happen and go back to being how we normally were before this confession.”

“What???? But you didn’t even let me answer!”

“Oh. My apologies, go on.”

“If you would’ve let me talk, I would’ve accepted your confession! Idiot.”

Ushijima blinks in surprise and lets a small smile spread across his features.

“Thank you for accepting my confession.”

Now, Ushijima Wakatoshi as a boyfriend:

You would 100% be his first girlfriend, so please be patient! Whatever he says or does that gets on your nerves, he promises he means no harm — he’s just super oblivious.

Canonically, Wakatoshi is very well-mannered and polite. The epitome of a gentleman.

However, sometimes social cues fail him and his low emotional intelligence can be the death of him. Sometimes he can appear too blunt or aloof.

“Gosh, how did I fail this test?”

“I think you did not study hard enough. Try harder next time.”

“😡.”

He genuinely thinks he’s giving you constructive criticism and helping you out but in actuality, all you wanted was a listening ear.

There are certain things you have to be upfront with Wakatoshi about, such as certain wants. Wakatoshi is an upfront person himself, so as your boyfriend he’d be more than grateful if you just communicated your feelings to him straight up with no filter.

Setting all that aside, he tries so hard for you.

“So when I say, ‘Oh noooo, I failed a test!’ What are you supposed to say, Toshi?”

“I can’t believe you failed. That damned professor did you so wrong. The school system sucks.”

“Yes!!!!!!!!!” And you kiss him all over his face after his new and improved response. He smiles and leans in even more.

Wakatoshi’s love languages would also definitely be Acts of Service and Gift Giving.

He isn’t a man of many words, so he tries to make up for the lack of poetry by showing you his love, through his gestures. It could range from the bare minimum such as holding the door open for you, pushing your head gently onto his shoulder if you were nodding off to sleep, or whenever you’re both walking on a path beside an open road with traffic, he makes sure you stand safely inside and he stands on the side nearer to the road.

Or, it could be things more evident to show you he loves you. Such as making you bento boxes from scratch (all the ingredients fresh from his farm, of course), letting you wear his jacket if you get cold and blushing because of how cute you looked in it, or sometimes just being present with you. During the weekends, if he doesn’t have volleyball training and you have some errands to run, he offers to follow you and help run some of the errands on your list to make your life easier — it warms your heart but you always decline and tell him, “You don’t have to! I can do all this myself, Toshi. How about you just keep me company for the day while I run these errands? I would love to hear more about that match you played last Friday against that one school!”

He loves you so much.

As I mentioned before, Wakatoshi is not a man of many words. So, he would definitely enjoy the idea of gift giving very much. It doesn’t matter what you’re talking about, it could be the manga you and Tendou were currently reading together or how many different types of rice you could name, Wakatoshi listens to every single thing you talk about.

And he remembers.

Wakatoshi walks up to you one Monday morning, a bag in his hand and his normal aloof expression on his face. He hands you the bag and you look up at him confused. You open up the bag and gasp loudly, beaming ear to ear as you pick up the box from inside the bag. It was a figurine of the main character in that manga you and Tendou were reading. You jump into Wakatoshi’s arms as his aloof expression turns into one of fondness. He could stay in that position forever if God wills.

Remember the bento boxes Wakatoshi would make for you? He’d 100% remember your favourite type of rice and use that specific grain type for your bento boxes.

Wakatoshi remembered all the small, funny and mundane things about you, but sometimes that’s all you need. Everyone always remembers the exciting and thrilling things, like that one time you shop-lifted or that one time you got into a disciplinary case. Wakatoshi felt like a breath of fresh air from all the chaos. It felt nice to have someone remember your favourite flowers, or your favourite type of rice.

It’s a type of love that’s so innocent and pure, and sometimes that’s the best kind of love.

Wakatoshi would also definitely share more about himself with you than he has with anyone ever. He would tell you about his father leaving, his left-handedness being his mother’s biggest shame in life, and if he ever feels overworked or burnt out at times with volleyball. Wakatoshi was never one to moan and groan about his problems, but he just felt so safe with you, as if he could tell you anything and you’d still be there with him every step of the way. He felt so, so safe with you.

He’d want you to tell him about your problems too if you are ever facing any troubles. He wouldn’t force it out of you but of course he hopes that one day you’d be comfortable enough to share more about yourself with him. Wakatoshi really wants to know more about you as the relationship progresses more.

Wakatoshi is definitely the type of boyfriend who’d walk you to class in the morning and back to the dormitories in the evening. He’s a busy student — being the captain and ace of the volleyball team and juggling his academics was no easy task, but he always makes sure to accompany you whenever he has free time. Wakatoshi could spend just 5 minutes with you and he’d already be in a better mood after chatting with you.

The Shiratorizawa Volleyball Team Year 1s™ thank you for your service, as ever since their captain has gotten together with you, he’s become better vocally during trainings and so much more approachable. Of course he’s not hooting and hollering across the gymnasium, but he actually mumbles out a small “Nice kill.” now if impressed by one of his members.

One time Wakatoshi told Goshiki that his serves that training session were good and the junior swore he heard angels singing and he almost ascended to heaven on the spot.

You definitely brought out the best in Wakatoshi, and he loved you for that.

[priyajoyy]

Devil wears prada part 2

Dark!lottie Matthews x reader x dark!shauna shipman x dark!jackie taylor x dark!natalie scatorcio

this is just a bunch of story building cause if I fit meeting Lottie into this part it would be way too long im sorry

Warnings:

Dark characters, power imbalance, toxic workplace, mental health problems, fat shaming, beauty standards, etc (more in later parts)

“Now you’ll technically be reporting to me, I’m situated on the 24thth floor where you’ll spend most of your time, though it really depends on where you’re needed” Mari told you as she guided you towards the elevator once again.

You’d viewed the offices on the 15th floor, which Mari had told you, you would sometimes need to go to on the odd occasion. You were now on your way up to one of the higher floors.

“If you need anything you can come to me, though the other secretaries are very friendly so I’m sure they’ll be happy to help.” She continued, “you report to anyone above you really, you’re not anyone’s personal assistant so they can all use you when necessary”

The elevator dings and the doors finally open. And Mari wastes no time, walking straight through the offices.

“The likelihoods are you’ll only be dealing with lower-level management, because the others have their own girls for their important stuff so it will never be anything too difficult.” 

Everyone was dressed so nicely; you were certain you were going to have to splurge on a new wardrobe of much nicer workwear when you got home.

“Miss taylor is in the big corner office of this floor and Mr Martinez is in the other corner, they’re the ones you’re most likely to be working with. Well, more likely their personal secretaries, Laura lee and robin” she tells you.

“This is miss Taylors office” she says as you reach one of the roomier ones, with fancy glass walls and a desk in front of it with a blonde sat at it.

“This is Laura lee, Laura lee this is the new hire, miss y/n y/l/n” Mari told the girl, who smiled at you brightly in return, standing to shake your hand.

“Hi!” she says cheerfully, she seemed like the nicest person you’d met here yet.

“Laura lee here deals with all of miss Taylors stuff, her personal Calander, meetings and such, you’ll have access to most of the head execs calendars on the system, though you won’t be able to adjust anything, so if you do need to, bring it up with Laura lee here” Mari tells you, and you nod along, trying to take mental note of all the information she tells you.

She then takes off in another direction, not so much as saying goodbye to Laura lee, who you quickly chuck a wave before trailing after Mari.

The older woman’s heels click against the floor as you both make your way back towards the main area of the floor, leading you towards a trio of desks that greeted you as you exited the elevator.

“And this will be your desk” she told you, gesturing the empty one of the three in front of you, “feel free to organise it however you want but we like to keep work areas clear and uncluttered at all times so please don’t…mess it up”

You weren’t really sure what you’d have to go on it other than some pens, a notepad and your laptop, but you nodded along to her request anyway.

“you’ll start officially on Monday, I’ll send you over some of our policies I need you to look over and sign, I’ll also send you everything else you need to know, attire rules, scheduling, so on” she listed off, to which you yet again nodded along to.

As soon as you got home, you were already scowering online sites for new clothes. Given you hadn’t been paid yet it was a little tricky to get anything too expensive, so you had to settle for some simpler choices. Though you were sure you’d have another search on your next payday.

You friend, insisted on taking you shopping that weekend, dragging you along to a million stores to try on expensive outfits and shoes you could barely walk in.

You weren’t exactly a hater of fashion. You thought you looked pretty presentable from day to day. But you were definitely used to much simpler clothes, more comfortable and plainer. Definitely not the designer blouses and skirts she had you trying on and buying.

By the end of it, you had a collection of new clothes in your wardrobe or on the way, and a dangerously low bank account, verging on entering your overdraft.

By Sunday you’d already planned out your outfits for the week, ironed all of them to perfection and prepped your lunch for Monday and Tuesday. Knowing you didn’t have the money after your little shopping spree to be buying lunch, even if it did make you look a little silly…

By the end of it you were running out of things to so and prep really for the week to take your mind off the nerves you were feeling. So, you spent the time trying to forget and watching tv, failing miserably at both.

Mari had sent you a collection of emails as soon as you had left on Friday. Consisting of your contracts as well as log ins to different systems and lists of responsibilities.

You’re main role was helping guests and staff from other departments from the front desk of the floor you’d be at. Greeting them and helping with their problems. You were glad you weren’t likely to have to interact with the head management often. The idea of dealing with them seeming terrifying.

“morning” you squeaked out nervously to the girl at the front desk yet again, this time a different girl greeting you, seeming more friendly than the one you had encountered last week.

You had worn something nicer for your first proper day, a smart looking grey pencil skirt and light pink blouse with your nicest shoes, trying to make a good impression. Yet you still felt inferior stood in front of the gorgeous ginger sat at the front desk. 

“Um I’m y/n? Mari Ibarra said you’d be expecting me for a keycard…” you told her nervously, to which she nodded and looked at her computer.

“of course,” she said with a reassuring smile, looking back up and standing to turning to grab something from a draw nearby, “this will get you into the building each morning and activate the elevator to take you to all floors except 7 and 15, they don’t require special access”

She hands you a grey lanyard, with a keycard hanging from it, a picture of you and your name and info staring back at you from it.

“you’ll also need it for photocopying, printing and such, you won’t tend to need to access any special rooms, or anything so don’t worry too much, but any you do need to…and have access to, will open with this too” she continues.

You nod along to her, taking it from her grasp and smiling nervously. She must have noticed your nerves because she continued.

“don’t be nervous, it’s all quite easy really, and the girls upstairs are nice enough” she tells you, a pretty tilt to her head as she does, “you should head up now, Mari will be waiting for you on the 24th floor”

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[worth-this-and-more]

[TW: sh mentions, violence] [spoilers for legendborn and bloodmarked, read at your own caution ;)]

so i've been rereading and trying to cover up all the legendborn content that happened while i pufff disappeared, and pardon me it is taking more time than i imagined, however i just wanted to start off with one pet peeve of mine

*rant incoming*

this might just be my unorganised thoughts or maybe just common sense, but sometimes you dont fully understand why a character did something; you have to sometimes to come back and read it again once you have that epiphany. it doesn't matter whatever tf they are doing, it sometimes just doesnt make that effect, especially on first read.

when i first read bree lashing out on greer and sar when they touched her hair, i didnt quite understand it. i thought its a cultural thing and moved on. now something about me, im a little fair, by indian standards. not completely clear skin and shit but im on the lighter side. so if im in my village, if im anywhere else wearing something with a bit of skin showing, i automatically get the comments "you're so fair" "what's your skincare" "so lucky" "you'd marry so soon" all that typa shit. and then come the unwanted touches, touching me on any exposed skin. and by any i genuinely mean any exposed skin. that's when i kind of realised why bree was so irritated when they tocuhed her hair, because people sometimes see our nicer features as free estate. and its annoying. and that is when her reaction fully made sense.

when i first read selwyn mesmered bree, i was so angry. i did not want bree to forgive him without him grovelling, ofc, but i also could not understand why he did that. what was his motive?? and why hide it from bree only?? nobody else?? now i've been in my low times since like years, not a big deal. got a lot of scars, some too visible, some not. i dont bother hiding it if im out in public where there's nobody who knows me or nobody who would care enough to ask. but if im with my friends, close people, i hide them all. and its just like valec said, its not to hide something its because of the fear of judgement. and that's when it kind of made sense why selwyn would hide his descent specifically from bree. she has bad experiences with mesmer, no doubt, but even worse with demons. it was a bad call through and through but one that is not unfamiliar. i dont hide my scars for my safety, i hide them because im ashamed.

and when nick killed max and then promptly disappeared into the woods, that was also somehow so out of character in my eyes from him. during grief and in the moments of crushing hopelessness, doesn't everyone want someone?? isnt the obvious reaction supposed to be him coming to bree, and not running away from her?? but that's not what happens yk. i once had a classmate who was not generally the type of person you'd want to be around. he was the type of person who has "trouble" spelt on him in flashing neon red. but after all, we were young, wanted to keep the peace, so i kept the decent communication. he would constantly invade my personal space, unwanted touches, unsolicited comments, it gets annoying. the last straw was when he tried to touch my best friend's schoolbag. i, in a moment of pure rage, threw him against the wall and actually started choking him. when the class managed to get me off of him, he was unconscious. in that moment my bestfriend came to put a hand on my shoulder, i visibly flinched and ran away from there and stayed in the washroom until school was over. this isnt as bad as beheading someone, but the response is familiar. of course he is going to go away rather than come closer; people whose love language is physical touch often have their hate language as isolation. i didnt hurt him purely because he tried to take my bestie's bag, i hurt him because i wanted to. nick didnt kill max purely because he killed his father, he killed him because he wanted to.

there's more of the events where we just kind of make this internal bias that we know what the character is going through and that we would definitely make better decisions, but can you?? do you really think you can or you're just overestimating yourself or underestimating the actual thing going on with the character??

i have made this mistake too, i know. i have taken some time to reflect back though and now i can say that yes i have made harsh judgements too. i am changing that tho because i've got a lottt of time to sit down and think and yeah i guess we all need it time to time.

what im trying to say is, things are not black and white. its a spectrum, there's dark grey light grey. it's a lot. and until and unless you are capable of putting yourself in that type of situation or closer, it's better to not make concrete opinions. shit happens and people do things, real life people are just that, people.

anyways this was a long rant i probably lost my point halfway through but okay whateva

[theriverdraws]

100k VIEWS!!! WOOO!!

Not my first or second video to reach this number, but definitely the one im most proud of.

Gonna ramble about my thoughts while making this, because I think about it a lot:

- It has been a couple of years since I started it (see desc.), but from what I remember I had this idea because this song popped up on my feed, and I really liked it (had not listened to the eng version before), looped it for a while, and then I was like "...wait this sounds like the warners doesn't it" and it all escalated from there.

- I needed them to kidnap someone, and I think I chose mickey because I had recently made an animaniacs & mickey mouse video and I really liked it, so I just chose to torment him again lmao.

Im actually realizing now that having him be the one kidnapped makes even more sense. In the song, it's halloween gremlins kidnapping santa claus - so the equivalent of WB gremlins kidnapped Mickey Mouse the disney mascot, is pretty perfect. Would like to say this was the plan since the beginning but that would be a lie smdjks.

- I really like the Animaniacs, "Who Killed Roger Rabbit?", and "Looney tunes back in action" takes on a "cartoons living with humans" universe, so in this video it's kinda of a mixture of all three of these - hence toon town (in my head it's mainly disney cartoons that live there, however the really big stars probably got their own houses in human cities I'd imagine). Mickey himself then follows the logic of his personality just being how he was drawn. He's just an average guy. Probably got nicer over the years since bro's personality ended up turning into a slice of bread by Disney, because he had to be the face of the company. My favorite version of Mickey is the one on the Mickey Mouse shorts though, so you can imagine this specific version of him on this video (I know it doesnt look like it in the beginning, I did not know how to draw mickey a couple years ago dnjdjs). In this video Mickey isn't really as evil as the company, he's just the mascot stuck with them. I would say bro is just a doormat. He wouldn't agree with all of their actions, but I dont even think he would acknowledge most of them, make a lot of excuses for them probably. Overrall he's like, fine.

- I needed a CEO to be Oogie Boogie because well.. Who would be better for it?? When I started this 2 years ago, I was deciding between Plotz and Rita (reboot CEO), I was gonna choose her because the Warners were scared of her to some extent, and I can't really imagine them being scared of Plotz. But this year, having picked this video back up, I am filled with great amouns of rage. Therefore, Zazza the clown was born (fuck you David).

- The lore is Zazza the clown sat down on a big chair one day, and people in suits made him CEO. He is an annoying, evil, money grubbing bastard. But also very stupid, so he's not that scary except when he's doing his bad ideas.

- The Warners aren't scared of him though, they are mainly doing this for fun because annoying Disney and the rat would be funny. However, going a bit deeper, they do crave praise and affection from those who hate him (aka the CEO, the entire company, any person with a brain that's around them at all times), so they are also doing this for those reasons. In the original show, there's even an episode where Plotz is not the CEO anymore, and they managed to get him back because they missed him yelling at them (probably not a direct quote, but it was something like that). The children are not well snjene. But yeah they're not taking sides nor scared, they're just doing whatever they want and maybe getting a fist bump out of it. (They are not going to get anything).

- Had to hit them with the PTSD about getting locked in a tower though jsjske, it had to match the lyrics.

- nsjsk actually the lyrics probably make the Warners sound more evil than what I picture them (though I do see them as really big menaces). To be fair, in Nightmare Before Christmas, Lock Shock and Barrel sing this whole song about torturing Santa Claus, only to just put a bag on him and give it to Jack directly. That's probably all that the Warners are gonna do in the end, maybe play with him for a bit but eh. (WB will not pay for psychological damages).

- I didn't plan a motive as to why the clown wants Mickey. Uhhhhh blackmail? Idk, feel free to come up with a reason.

- I always drew the Warners with fangs, you can see my other videos and old fanart on Tumblr. When the reboot was still airing, I drew like it looking like canine teeth, but originally I really liked drawing the cartoonish fangs like you see here, and recently I decided to start doing that again.

I think that's it! Probably a lot of grammatical mistakes (it's 5:40 AM), but I'm not editing this sjkeje. All I have left to say is I GOT TWO COMMENTS ABOUT THIS BEING A 18+ VIDEO, GUYS WATCH THE VIDEO BEFORE COMMENTTING WDYMMMM. THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH THUMBNAIL, YOUR BRAIN IS JUST ROTTING.

[totheadhdgodsletmebe]

I think that Syalis is wrong about Dawner being a “sun”.

I actually think he’s a moon that either learned or was pushed to become a sun.

Those terms a pretty hard to define, but from how it’s written at least Dawner seems more like a moon the longer he is away from the princess.

Im going to try and define what i think those terms mean, because if i don’t my heads going to spin.

There are a few similarity with between them. Like loyalty, almost inhuman determination. These are both because of well the sun and moon will aways follow after each other no matter what. Like a moon for example being Renee, was very determined.

However a sun is suppose to be naturally confident, Dawner states himself that he was nervous so to fix that he started acting like Syalis. It really makes you wonder how he might act if he never met her.

There is also something to be said for the fact that he has a lot of other traits associated with the moon. He is stated to be a really good student, even a fucking valedictorian.

Another trait is he got pretty good intuition. Read 238, you will see what I mean.

And he is, I’m trying to be nice here. Way nicer to people than the princess. She in the beginning was very much using the people around her for fun. There is no question of that.

Even with him be chaotic he is not meaning to be hurtful. He’s just being clumsy, but really the only person he would get in conflict with was her. Because I think he might have been trying to impress her, but just kinda messed that up.

She like harsh sun light is just hurting people by cause they are in her vicinity. That’s just how she is. If she wants something she will get it even if it means someone dies. But we do love her for that.

Dawner at first seems to act like that, but the more we have gotten to see him as himself. Meets a teddy demon he didn’t have to save. Him going to go get Kisho a nice sword. (Also can we have more interactions and those two’s history like please) He has far more empathy than the princess is. The moon after all reflects the light of the sun, he is just acting as a mirror.

I really do hope at some point if we see, maybe he is not as brave or maybe more accurately he not as confident as he seems.

So why him and his party acted confrontational in the begain was him acting so much like her. To compensate, but as he has traveled he has started to act more like himself. Maybe have the duty of saving the princess weighted a lot on him, and I don’t know being thrust into a war made him a bit insecure about himself.

[hellwurld]

Oh my god. So I binge read ur lesbian!lawstappen works because they are literally my girls and im a lesbian who loves evil blondes. Idea: evil blondes take the 2025 fia awards. It’s up to you to decide how the 2025 season goes but however it goes they show up to the fia award ceremony arm in arm (teammates rivals lovers who cares they’re gay they tick all the boxes) Liam is. Insane. The dress idk what vibe but like. She looks amazing. And she’s forced max to be presentable and the two of them. I’m thinking contrasting colour schemes but sharing accessories. Just them at an awards ceremony or fancy event and them both just gay panicking over the other in their own way.

OHHHH ur speaking my language you really are !!! i loveeee dressy lesbians and i love fashion and i love being a general nuisance to formal events so this ticks all my boxes.

2.6k. Teen. Cross-posted to AO3.

Max is used to running late for things.

Not because she's especially bad at time management, but because she usually can't be bothered to try and show up on time. Most events can't really start without her, and if they can, they're not really events she wants to be attending anyway. She likes the FIA Prize Giving Ceremony, sure, but that comes with the condition of her winning. If Max wasn't winning, and therefore the one being given a prize, Max would've much rather ditched. So, Max waits until the last second because she can, takes her time on the roads because she can, and shows up about three to fifteen minutes later than her team ever wants her to, give or take.

Max is used to running late for everything, save for races. This, of course, is always on purpose, and is always a statement. Max, frankly, would love to run late to the 2025 Prize Giving Ceremony, because she won, sure, but the FIA had been a pain in everyone's ass this year, especially her own, and she would've liked to stick it to them a bit.

Unfortunately, Max is taking Liam as a date this year. Which is unfortunate purely because Liam cares so much about being on time, and Max cares about Liam so much that she’s not even angry that her plans for revenge are being spoiled. It’s honestly kind of gross, because Max isn’t even grossed out at herself for it. It’s like having a crush all over again, like being those teenagers in the movies Max had made fun of. She trails after Liam like a puppy, lets Liam drag her to events on time and lets Liam make her seem domesticated and kind and non-threatening in the media. She lets Liam dress her up. It’s disgusting, and Max likes it so much.

Max is not used to dressing up. She hated frills and sequins and tulle as a child, found it uncomfortable and itchy, and when her dad put her in karting, there wasn’t a place for it. Her mom used to put her in beautiful clothing, not feminine but high quality, cashmere sweaters and child-fitted denim and sweet little sneakers. These things would get ruined at the track, so Max never took them, and so Max began to live in her hoodies and tees and whatever jeans fit well enough. It’s not like her father was particularly fashionable, and Red Bull never required more than the rare formal suit from her. They would’ve preferred a dress, obviously, but Max told them to fuck themselves and wore a suit, and just keep wearing that suit.

Liam —obviously, with her vintage and her curated wardrobes of shoes and denim and designer, with her personal stylist and personal nail artist— takes Max a bit out of her shell fashion-wise. Nothing crazy, but nicer sneakers, more designed and graphic and adventurous tees. She finds Max jeans that fit nicely, jeans with red and gold embroidery along the pockets and the hems. She pushes Max towards a haircut that isn’t fucked up pixie cut combined with little boy, asks her to maybe quit it with the hats on occasion.

Liam took one look at the three suits that Max had used in rotation since she started in Formula One and sighed. “I’m calling my stylist,” She had said, and left absolutely zero room for argument. Max wouldn’t have argued anyway. At this point in her career, she knows when she’s beat.

So, it is three hours before the ceremony, and Max is on her way to Liam’s apartment, which is really just Alex’s apartment, because Liam moved in with Alex as a test for if she actually wants to live in Monaco, but Alex isn’t home, with Lily or something, so it’s Liam’s apartment then. Max is getting ready three hours before the ceremony, which she usually waits until she has thirty  to fifteen minutes until she has to be there. It’s a strange feeling, especially because she is entirely underdressed, not even bringing the shoes that she’s going to wear because Liam insisted on getting everything for her. Max, once she gets there, tentatively pushes the door open, looking around for Liam.

“Liam?” Max calls out, standing awkwardly in the doorway, in just her sweatpants and a Red Bull tee, toeing her shoes off because Liam insists on it. 

“In here!” Liam calls out from the bathroom, and Max takes a few steps before Liam starts yelling again. “Wait, wait! Don’t come in, just... Go sit! On the bed!” Max turns to wander into Liam’s room, which was once the guest room. Liam’s taken it over though, with her racks of clothing and shelves of shoes and bags and hats and belts. Her bed is layered with thick comforters, plush and heavy, and Max sinks into it. She fiddles on her phone a bit, as Liam makes more noise in the bathroom. It takes her almost an hour before she’s rushing into the bedroom.

“Hello,” Liam heaves, and Max looks up and— Yeah, okay, whatever! Liam is beautiful. Which Max knew, obviously, since before they were half-dating, half-hooking-up, and fully teammates. But, sometimes, it still shocks Max, in the way that winning grand prixs and championships will never wear off in its joy. Liam’s hair is curling over her shoulders sweetly, the front pieces of her hair being pulled back into a circlet of braids, pinned in the back with golden pins in the shapes of wings. Her makeup is glittery and enchanting, an ombre of navy blue and deep red and gold shimmer, a red, glossy lip, and long lashes. She looks like a princess, even in a sports bra and boxers. She rushes past Max, trailing her fingers through Max’s hair as she passes, and Max just watches, her mouth a little dry and her head a little light.

“Hi,” Max replies, belatedly, but Liam doesn’t notice. She’s whipped open the doors to her closet, taking out two dry cleaning bags and tossing them next to Max on the bed. She digs further, and takes out two pairs of shoes, a lacy, guazy heel and a dark, almost pitch, blue loafer. She doesn’t throw these at Max, thankfully.

“What time is it?” Liam asks distractedly, and Max hums, checking her phone.

“Two hours early,” Max says, in lieu of an actual time, and Liam nods. 

“Good, then we have enough time to get dressed and get there and be twenty minutes early.” Liam says, and Max does not groan, but only because she likes Liam enough to not complain. She also understands that Liam has committed herself to doing the talking tonight, to the sponsors and the FIA and the other drivers, so all Max has to do is show up, look as non-bitchy as possible, accept her championship trophy for the fifth year in a row, and go home. Easy. Liam begins to put on her shoes, supporting her foot on the bed as she tucks her foot into the mesh-like material of the red shoe, embroidered and looking entirely unsupportive. Liam looks incredibly comfortable in them though, and Liam takes her boxers off, and pulls up the shapewear she forced Max to understand the other night. Then, and only then, does she unzip the dry cleaning bags, which Max awaits with bated breath.

It’s beautiful. Obviously. It’s pale and a little see-through and entirely more avant-garde than anything Max had seen at these events in a long time. It’s structured, corseted, with a beaded, beautiful heart on the bust, with strands of gold stretching out like the sun from it. 

“You would not believe,” Liam starts, slipping it out of the bag and stepping into it carefully, “the amount of effort it took to get this approved. I mean, honestly, the FIA should know my deal, at this point! But, no, they said it didn’t ‘count as black tie’” Liam scoffs, air quoting with one hand as the other holds up her dress in the front. She waves to Max to get up, gesturing at the laces in the back. Max heaves herself up and tightens as Liam continues to rant, half bent over the bed. “Which is such bullshit! They let men wear the same disgusting suits that barely count as tuxedos every year, and they let girls wear essentially American prom dresses every year, but I want something that goes a little above my ankle and it’s a no go! I got it, obviously, but truly, I think they have something out for me!” Max hums and nods at all the right intervals, before patting Liam on the back in a manner of saying it’s as tight as possible, I can do nothing more. Liam takes a deep breath, and thanks Max in an exhale. Max nods, kissing Liam’s shoulder before turning her around.

“How do I look?” Liam asks, breathlessly beautiful and enchanting. Her waist is tiny and her face is porcelain, and she looks delicate but also incredibly, wildly strong. Max wants to trap her in a birdcage. Max wants Liam to slam her into a wall.

“Like you are trying way too hard,” Max says, in lieu of any of that, because she has a reputation to upkeep. Liam laughs, a little smaller than usual because she can’t exactly inhale fully, but Max bathes in it anyway.

“Alright,” Liam says teasingly, “But it’s your turn now.” Max does groan this time, as Liam insists on Max shutting her eyes for the surprise of it all.

“You’re very lucky, Max,” Liam says, as she wrestles Max’s tee over her head, “You are very easy to make look polished, you just never try. Tom Ford and Gucci’s people are also much easier to deal with than Paulo’s, but I suppose that’s the issue with talking to bridal designers. So entitled, really.” Max doesn’t catch any of that, so she just hums, lifting her legs as Liam slips her sweatpants off and slips more dressy, structured pants on. Max nearly trips over her, but Liam just giggles and leads Max’s hands to her bare shoulders which, okay, Max can be normal about that. Liam guides Max’s arms through the sleeves of a button up, which she buttons over Max’s chest, and then into a vest, and then into a suit jacket. Max, subconsciously, feels over the fabric, and it’s soft. Nice. Comfortable.

“Okay,” Liam says softly, “Makeup might be a lot to ask of you, so we won’t be doing it. You can look...” She drags Max across the room, where Max knows a mirror is, “Now.”

Max opens her eyes. 

It’s a nice suit. Velvet, Max thinks. It’s a dark, dark blue, and it’s all velvet, including the vest. The only non-velvet, non-blue item, is a pale, creamy button up. Max looks nice. She looks dressy, stylish, but she doesn’t look feminine. It’s a good feeling. Liam nudges the shoes into Max’s feet, and Max slips into them fairly easily.

“It’s based on the 96 Fall/Winter show suit,” Liam says, to fill the silence, “But, I mean, obviously we couldn’t do red. We can’t feed the Ferrari rumors, after all, so Lenora asked for them to make it in blue, or at least direct us to something similar. They made it for us, though. Thank God for money and persuasive stylists, I guess.” Max nods, before realizing she should say something.

“I like it.” Max swallows, because she doesn’t quite know how to make it mean more. Liam seems to get it though, leaning to kiss Max’s neck. She leaves a bit of lip gloss, but neither of them move to wipe it off. They stare into the mirror for a bit, silently, but Liam blinks out of it eventually, moving her hand over Max’s throat. Max swallows.

“You need something here,” Liam says, and Max chokes down her natural response of your hand would be great, because, well— Time and place. Maybe later. Liam flutters to her jewelry, tossing a couple thick gold pieces at Max, vintage watches repurposed into necklaces. “Pick one of those,” Liam says absentmindedly, before she amends, “Pick a good one of those.” Max picks an entirely gold one, and Liam hums approvingly, as she piles her own hands with layers of gold rings, wrapping gold wire around her finger up to her wrist in a faux-bangle stack. Liam goes between two identical smelling perfumes, spends at least fifteen minutes choosing between four also identical red leather bags, and then throws on something that looks a bit like a fitted sheet and a comforter mixed together as a shawl/scarf/some-other-fucking-thing.

“You ready?” She asks Max, like she wasn’t the one taking hours. Max smiles.

“Course,” She says, and she means it, and they both rush out into the elevator and into the private garage, in an effort to not be seen before the runway. It’s fun, if an FIA event could ever be fun. Max supposes that Liam makes things fun.

formulafemme

[Photo of Liam Lawson and Max Verstappen arriving at the 2025 FIA Prize Giving Ceremony. Max has a pair of sunglasses pushing back her hair, and Liam is holding onto her arm a la a princess and her prince.]

OH IM GAGGED OHHHH IM GAGGEDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

#SOMEBODY SEDATE ME!!!!!!!!! #fashion #f1

dykestappen

[A video clip of Max Verstappen, in her velvet suit, being interviewed before entering the FIA Ceremony. The journalist asks her about the departure from her usual suit, and Max laughs and blushes, gesturing to Liam a few feet from her, saying: “Oh, it’s all her! Her and her stylist dressed me like I was a, er— doll, today. They had... a lot of fun, obviously, and so did I!” From off-camera, Liam says: “Oh, don’t forget to thank Tom Ford and Gucci! They made that custom!”]

i would like to thank liam lawson for giving us max in more than her normal ugly ass suits... doing the lords work for lesbians everywhere

#liam getting her butch lesbian a custom gucci suit ohhh i see u queen #god obsessed with them

lawsbian

[A photo of Liam and Max, tucked into each other on the runway, uncaring of cameras. They’re giggling, and Max is ducked down far into Liam’s personal space.]

I AM GOING TO KILL MYSELF THEY’RE SO BEAUTIFUL

#do they need a third #or a servant #or a dog #i will apply for any position available

lawstappen

[Video of Liam Lawson, speaking about Max’s outfit: “Oh, it was so fun! Me and Lenora, my stylist, had such a good time with it. I think she looks beautiful too, don’t you? No, don’t answer that, I get jealous. (She winks and laughs.) No, I’m joking obviously, she is very beautiful. I am glad she is wearing something that shows that. We got ready together and you could clearly see the change in confidence. I think good clothing changes people.]

#im not even going to comment on this #SHES CRAZY #her calling herself jealous... i know what u are

fashionarchive

[Four photos of Liam Lawson and Max Verstappen on the red carpet for the FIA Ceremony. They’re attached at the hip in every photo, with the last photo being Liam laughing, her head tucked into Max’s shoulder.]

Formula One athletes and married couple Liam Lawson and Max Verstappen on the red carpet for the 2025 FIA Prize Giving Ceremony. Liam Lawson in Paulo Sebastian A/W 2025, and Max Verstappen in custom Gucci, in the style of the 1996 Fall Collection red velvet suit.

wisconsingrandprix

theyre not married

fashionarchive

then why are they acting like that 😐

[catscidr]

I think we have all seen the "Argenti thinks the Reader is Idrila" stuff on here. But what if the reader actually is Idrila? So I wanted to request Argenti/Idrila!Reader (gn or afab reader) headcanons or a oneshot where Idrila, who has taken on a mortal identity after [Insert tragic event here], and meets Argenti. They develop feelings for each other, Argenti finds out she is Idrila, they end up dating. (Maybe or maybe not in that specific order) I thought maybe after protecting her followers from Nanook she disappeared to ensure Nanook doesn't target them anymore? That part isn't as important so feel free to add whatever backstory you think fits^^ Thank you in advance, I really like your writing!

NONNIE omg im booting up star rail rn to stare at him lovingly. also i changed the scenario a smidge so reader is her own person while also being idrila? if that makes sense......?? yeah. also bc otherwise id be writing ten thousand words n i didnt want ur ask to grow dusty in my inbox d(;∀;d) but tysm for the prompt i couldn’t stop thinking about it ueue. also hey gang peep me trying to make my blog look more coherent n nicer looking. am i doin it ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: a smidge of amnesia and soulmate trope (it’s not that bad, trust), fluff, love at first sight (does that even count in this scenario....), argenti and reader are dancing around the topic a lot bc argenti is a gentleman and doesn’t want to pressure her to talk. blurbs to set up the plot + a fic after them hehe. not proofread, writer’s block is killing me  includes: fem reader (he refers to reader as "my lady"), argenti, natasha, luocha is kinda there wc: 2,3k

-ˋˏ You’d go to Natasha’s clinic at least once every other day because you always had the worst migraines. To the point where you almost got beat up by a Flamespawn one time when you were clearing out calyxes (thankfully there was a Silvermane guard patrolling the area, otherwise you would’ve been charred). The doctor always says the same thing; “Stop looking for fights so often”, “Let your body rest”, “I can’t prescribe you antibiotics”, and your favorite, “Stop slamming my door open I can’t do anything about your headaches”. She was a good friend, but whenever she repeated how she couldn’t be of any help to your predicament, you’d wish you could just take that glass vial hanging from her outfit and chuck it far, far away out of spite. 

-ˋˏ Obviously it wasn’t her fault- she'd done everything she could. Natasha even had you undergo the Underworld’s equivalent of an MRI scan because of how frequently you would visit her, insisting that something was wrong. The symptoms consisted of forgetting important things too often, feeling a foreign buzz in your limbs and brain, having a sudden burst of elemental energy come out of your attacks and a myriad of benign but annoying, irritating signs that something was up with you. 

-ˋˏ It became more of a chore than anything to leave your room. Some days you felt fine, but then when you’d go out again and beat up wave after wave of enemies in Caverns of Corrosion you would keel over, clutching your head while vague images of what could only be described as a fever dream ran through your mind. 

-ˋˏ You decided to leave the Underworld for some time- considering your absence like some sort of “vacation”. You heard of a wandering doctor (and merchant, apparently) by the name of Luocha and, from the people that crossed paths with him, it seemed like he was extraordinary at his job. A trek to the Xianzhou Luofu would be a long one, but after weighing your options you thought you’d give it a try (it was worth it if it meant you’d stop waking up at ungodly hours, holding your head in your hands while hoping, praying that the pain stops.) 

-ˋˏ You (somehow) made your way to the Xianzhou Luofu from Jarilo-VI. As competent as you were however, being stranded on a foreign planet with no map nor local to guide you was... a challenge. In retrospect, maybe you should’ve gotten in contact with that Luocha doctor and had him come to Belobog instead of you going to him since, well, he was a traveling merchant. Going from planet to planet is what he does (you assume). 

✧✧✧ 

If you had read up more on general information about the Luofu you would have been aware of how many enemies were roaming around the docking area. But you didn’t. So, unbeknownst to you, a rogue mara-struck soldier was on your tail, trying to sneak up to you to snag the goods you hid in your bag (which were basically just different types of painkillers and sustenance that bodes well on an upset stomach. He doesn’t know that though.) 

Your head was throbbing; ever since you set foot on the planet, your physical health had slowly dropped down to levels you wouldn’t be enduring if it wasn’t for the promise of a competent doctor once you get to the main city. Painkillers weren’t working, your feet hurt and to make matters worse, you felt the familiar lack of something in your head. It was so bad to the point where you had to have a tangible mark somewhere to remind you that you did, in fact, just take something for your headache and if you took two more painkillers, your body wouldn’t agree with your decision. It was a struggle even remembering what you did five minutes ago, no way were you going to be in top shape, beating up every enemy crossing your way. 

Clouds began covering the bright sun, casting shadows over the desolate, geometric area. You huff, irritated that, from the looks of it, you won’t be able to find a cozy place to set up camp. Though sleeping on a ground made of primarily iron and steel was considerably less nerve-wracking than sleeping on the mushy, cold, dirty ground of Jarilo-VI. So, with a pout aimed at no one in particular, you find some place that you deemed decent enough to set your humble tent. It wasn’t often that adventurers slept outside of safe zones, however with your condition you couldn’t afford to miss out on some rest and possibly get even more lost than you already are. 

You set your heavy backpack down, rolling your shoulders to soothe the ache in your muscles from carrying something so bulky. As you ruffle through your belongings, you open a bottled soda and take a swift gulp, sighing contentedly at the pleasant taste on your tongue. Now that you were sat and could rest your bones (until you started setting up your tent, at least), your ears were able to pick up on some not-so-distant footsteps. 

There’s no time for you to react; the mara-struck soldier that had been following you lunges at you, aiming for your bag. Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to yell, but before any sound can leave your mouth, a long, red and gold spear pierces the ground between you and the rabid man, making you yelp in surprise. You scurry as far back as you can in your current state; however, the soldier doesn’t have time to take advantage of your weakened stature. The owner of the spear lodges himself before your shaking figure and the mara-struck, yanking his spear out of the ground with impressive elegance, and summons an array of thorny vines to catch your assailant. 

It takes little to no effort for the seasoned fighter to take down the mara-struck as he swings his weapon, swiftly knocking the blunt end on the soldier’s plexus, knocking the wind out of him. A strangled scream leaves his throat as he scampers away, leaving your belongings safe with you and the strange red-haired man. He lowers his spear, careful to keep the sharp edge far from you, and turns around to face you properly. His brows raise a smidge for a split second before he composes himself and bows before you, the action short and curt.  

“It would have been a shame to lose a beauty such as yourself,” he says smoothly, straightening his back to look down at you with a warm smile. He stretches his hand out, a polite offer to help you stand up, as he continues speaking. “My name is Argenti, I belong to the Knights of Beauty. What might you be doing so far away from civilization, dear...?” he trails off, waiting for you to introduce yourself. 

You were in a state of shock, your mind still processing what had happened in such a short amount of time, that you failed to notice the lack of pain at the back of your head. As you meekly tell him your name, you hold onto his hand to help yourself up- as soon as his armored glove comes in contact with your hand something flashes in your mind; too quick to allow you to think about it too much, or to recognize what you saw for a millisecond. 

“So far away from civilization... do you know how to get to the city?” you ask as you feel a glimmer of hope spark in you. His words were refreshing, probably the best thing someone has ever said to you in the past month. He nods, reaching into his pocket to fish out a blue handkerchief embroidered with a delicate gold trim. Argenti hands it over to you and you gratefully take it, blotting the sweat and... dust off of your face. 

“I have made my way around the Luofu for long enough to show someone the way,” he says kindly. “Besides, even if I didn’t, I would still offer to accompany you through your trek. It is my duty as a Knight of Beauty, for I must uphold chivalry and distinguished manners, in the name of the Goddess guiding me.” His words resonate within you, making you beam, nodding in understanding. 

Your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the knight. As you hand his handkerchief back, he smiles at you and gestures to your bag. “What brings you so far from your homeworld, my lady?” Argenti asks gently, though a glimmer of doubt swirls in his sparkling, verdant eyes. The question makes you pause, a memory flashing in your mind too suddenly for you to know what it meant. Although, from what you could tell, you knew you could trust him with what troubled you somehow. 

“Ah, it’s a long story,” you start sheepishly, “I’ve been having these incredibly painful migraines recently. And sometimes I feel like my memory is fading too quickly for what would be considered normal,” you say, trailing off slightly at the end. “I’m looking for a healer, a doctor by the name of Luocha...?” 

Somehow, the doctor was currently the least of your worries. You’d never felt so refreshed before, at least not that you could remember; simply being in Argenti’s presence seemed to be enough to make your aches disappear like a starskiff smoothly gliding through a cloudless sky. 

“I’ve seen the man only a handful of times,” Argenti mutters aloud, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I can do my best to guide you to him, but if I may... you don’t seem to be injured?” the knight says, his voice trailing off into a questioning tone despite the observation. You shake your head, wondering how you should explain your predicament to the man. 

“Like I said, it’s a long story,” you say again, shrugging sheepishly. You wondered if you should even go into the nitty gritty- he could always just be making small talk to help you get comfortable or something. Sensing your unease, he changes the spotlight to him instead. 

“There’s no need to delve into details if you wish to keep them secret,” he says with a kind smile, bending down to take ahold of your hand- gently pressing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand. Red flushes your ears immediately, words caught in your throat at the sight of his hair cascading over his shoulders, a beautiful contrast from the gold and silver armor glittering in what was left of the sunlight. 

“As for myself, like I mentioned earlier, I am a Knight of Beauty. I’m on a quest to find my dear Goddess Idrila once more, for I need to pay my respects to them after they saved me from a particularly grim fate.” His words echoed in your mind, your brows knitting together as you felt what could only be described as a cold bucket of water being dunked on your head. “I-Idrila?” you parrot, your voice coming out as a choked noise. Argenti perks up, the hand that had been softly holding onto yours now holding it with a firmer grip, his other hand joining it. 

“Yes, Idrila. Have you ever heard of them? Or...” he trails off, looking deep into your eyes expectantly, almost as if he knew something you didn’t. His eyes seemed to suck you in, bringing a comfortable wave of warmth over you, making you yearn for something. 

“I...” you begin, your gaze falling down to look at your feet. As you thought long and hard about what you wanted to say, what you tried to remember, you slowly look over to his spear, lying flat on the ground- long forgotten since the fight earlier. As if a lightbulb went off above your head, you perk up just as he did, and look at him, beaming. The words were caught in your throat; there was so much you wanted to say, to declare, to do in this moment of clarity, but with how fast your mind was running to catch you up on the current events of your life it was a struggle. 

“Argenti,” you murmur, the name rolling off your tongue smoothly, as you realized seeing the traveling merchant was no longer required. Though the road might have been arduous, and you may have almost lost your mind in the process, being with Argenti suddenly made everything make sense. That’s why your migraines mysteriously disappeared as soon as you were in the knight’s presence, that’s why you had gaps in your memory, that’s why you were freakishly powerful... at convenient times.  

Everything clicked into place. 

The both of you share a pregnant pause, eyes locked together as the world seemed to come to a stop around you. If it were possible, you’re sure there would be delicate, silky rose petals floating around your figures, suspended in the air. You glance down at his lips, and for the first time, make a decision with a clear head. 

His lips felt smooth against yours, the faint taste of vanilla mixed with roses transferring to your own lips. The kiss almost felt like it could be the result of a symbiotic relationship; now that you had Argenti, or at least had him by your side once again, you didn’t think you’d be able to continue on without him. 

[akutasoda]

Hello! I’m new to your blog but I love it sm! Id like to request hcs or possibly short fics for Nikolai, Poe, and possibly Akutagawa (separately) x fem!reader who is really nice but rarely ever talks (also this is a romantic request btw 😭)

sincerely of silence

synopsis - preferring not to talk to people but still be nice was a difficult balance, only one person saw both at the same time

includes - akutagawa, nikolai, poe

warnings - fem!reader - however not specified just thought of while writing, fluff, wc - 404

a/n: hello anon! im glad you enjoy it!

akutagawa ryunosuke ★↷

↪when he first had met you, he thought not much of you. yes you were quiet and he did like that but other than that he had no other options on you.

↪but after you two had gotten vloser he realised that beneath all the silence you were actually a genuine nice person. someone that supported him and always tried to help him. a small part of him was feeling quite smug that he would receive your kind nature because you two were close.

↪nothing changed that much when you two had started dating. if anything you only became nicer towards him but still remained quite silent when anyone else was around, rarely speaking to others of your own choice.

↪wouldn't really push you into being more talkative, he isn't really himself, but would be content with knowing that you are hapoy talking to him and secretly revels in the niceties you show him.

nikolai gogol ★↷

↪complete opposite ends of thr spectrum. most people wiuld be shocked initially that you two would get along but they do say opposites attract. would want to find out why you are so silent but quickly realises he's not going to get anywhere without you willingly telling him.

↪but as you got closer, and eventually together, would absolutely love that you were a nice person deep down. also revels in the fact that your incredibly nice to him and actually talk to him.

↪would try at first to push you into talking more, but if you're uncomfortable or unwilling to he eould stop and just let you do your thing.

↪very much the definition of that one trend of 'lalala' and 'okokok'

edgar allan poe ★↷

↪you two had gotten on surprisingly well upon first meeting. you shared a few similarities and that meant you two understood why the other was like the way they were. although you were much less likely to talk to people than he was.

↪but as you two got closer he noticed that you were a very genuine person and just either struggled or didn't like talking to people. and as you got even closer and more comfortable around each other he truly realised you were a very nice person.

↪again wouldn't push you into becoming more talkative, kind of would be hypocritical of him. and definitely would understand whatever reason you have for being so silent despite being one of the nicest people talk to.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Seeing Kinger stuff is so nice gosh! Would it be cool to get the rest of the fluff alphabet with him please? Or if that's too much the ones you'd like to write about most

Kinger fluff alphabet! the whole thing!

two things one is more so one of my personal woe things unrelated to you but i deleted my masterlist immediately after finishing it because i didnt like the layout of it; 3 hours down the drain SOBS other thing! imma go ahead and link the other fluff alphabet stuff so its a complete list! actually third surprise thing, WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME I ACCIDENTALLY FORGOT TO PUT P IN THE FLUFF ALPHABET/lh/nm i fixed it now but i cant believe i skipped a letter i feel so dumb

ABSTRACT- if you were to ever abstract he would probably abstract himself. i mean if the things about queener/queenie are true and they were close, then that would mean this guy would lose a loved one TWICE. that would most definitely break someone, and kinger is already on the edge as it is. if he somehow doesnt abstract, he probably becomes even more paranoid; kind of shutting everyone out almost because he sure as hell knows he cant take a third heartbreak. rarely ever leaves his pillow fort, unless hes physically dragged out? sometimes he forgets you're gone, because he just refuses to believe the truth. sad stuff

BONDING- will rattle on and on about cool bug facts, if he has his own collection in his room he will show you it! maybe, if you want, he will let you hold some of the critters! tells a lot of stories, nicer ones from when things in the circus arent so... bad.. usually when hes in a good headspace! you get the feeling he embellishes his stories... not too different from a grandfather trying to make his experiences seem more glamorous and action packed than they really were

CUDDLING- he is very hard, due to him being a chess piece, but his clothes do a really good job at softening him! no arms :(... usually rests his hands on your back, or maybe has one on your shoulder and the other on your hip. switches between being big and little spoon, sometimes he wants to hold and sometimes he wants to be held

DATES- you can find them here!

EMOTION- kinger is... odd... im not sure where he lies, because i think sometimes he does have moments where he remembers thing and it overwhelms him, so that may be the main time hes the emotional one. however, i guess this entire time for emotional ive been focusing on more.. 'bad' emotions, but i think kinger would gush about how much he loves you, like WOAH! he is just overflowing with feelings right now

FAMILY- honestly he gives me dad vibes, if this dude doesnt already have kids in the real world (wow thats a sad thought... dude is like MIA probably and his kids are left to wonder where he went. double owie if queener/queenie was his real life wife before things happened) so if you guys make it back to the real world and unite, you're gonna be a step parent! would he like to have more kids with you? i think it depends, he would want it, though!

GIFT- you know how some people put bugs in like, cases to preserve them or something? i feel like he would give you those with some of his prettier bugs! loves anything you give him, he always keeps them stored safe in his room!

HARSH- you guys dont really get into arguments, i dont think! kinger doesnt like hiding things from you unless its something deeply personal, but otherwise hes an open book to you

IN HOUSE ADVENTURE- here!

JEALOUSY- its not so much as him being jealous as it is him being paranoid that something is going to happen to him or you, so! even if he wasnt worrying himself half to death he doesnt exactly seem like the jealous type to me, tbh

KISS- its time for my favorite thing for characters with no mouth!!! he boinks his face into yours, i actually wrote something for this! not gonna link it since its so short and i can easily relay the idea: but he would internally hype himself up (usually does this if this is the beginning of the relationship, he gets more confident as time goes on!), and just lightly 'pecks' your cheek before pulling away. loves kissing your cheeks as well as the back of your hands. loves being kisses where his mouth would be as well as his cheeks

LOVE LANGUAGE- quality time!! this man follows you around like a love sick puppy, because he loves you so much but also because again, he worries.. he also likes doing acts of service for you, makes him feel like hes capable of doing things on his own (which he is!). loves it when you return the favor via words of affirmation

MENDED- is he dreaming? is he imagining things again?

nope, its really you. somehow, you've recovered from abstracting, and you're now out of the cellar. he wants to hold you and never ever ever let you go, out of fear that hes going to come to his senses any second and youll be gone. wants to keep you in the pillow fort with him, or at least within his line of sight

NO- its less of an active dealbreaker and more of a "hey this is going to stress him out and probably hurt his mental health" but like, i dont think he would pair well with a really really intense person. like sure caien is pretty intense, but its not like caine is going to be spending a significant amount of time with him everyday, but like. you know? like i talk about some characters enjoying being on their toes and left guessing in regards to their partner, but kinger is NOT one of those people. he needs stability

PDA- less of a case where he actively and knowingly indulges in PDA and more so a case where he subconsciously holds onto your hand to keep you at arms length and to feel you. due to his lack of arms he has probably wandered off without you (and his hand) at least once. is not opposed to PDA, though, so long as its not like. insane

QUIET TIME- quiet time between the two of you is very rare. sure kinger can be very quiet when hes alone, but when hes alone with someone else, someone he cares so much about.. he cant help but fill the silence with words, to keep the ringing in his ears at bay .. so really quiet time is talking time

ROSES- ill mention it again in V (i wrote v before this section), he loves giving you roses especially on special occations! loves receiving flowers as well, he seems like a rose kind of guy as well

SHH- the one thing he doesnt like talking about is queener/queenie, well, more so the last few days leading up to her abstraction. it brings up. well, memories. on one hand he doesnt want to forget her, but on the other hand he doesnt want to bare the pain of those terrible memories

TUNES- THIS THIS THIS THIS ONE ALWAYS COME TO MY HEAD WHEN I THINK OF ROMANTIC HCS FOR SWEETIDEAS FOR OLDER GUYS IDK WHY

UPSET- im going back and forth with a lot of these as i fill in the list so! tying this in with E, i mention one of the only times he gets emotional is when he remembers some unfortunate events that took place in the circus. you're going to need to console him and bring him back to the present moment :(. when you're upset he tries to distract you, takes you to his fort, and tells you stories

VALENTINE- on the chance that he remembers what day it is, hes going to give you the most sterotypical date he can give to you. i think it might be because i can kind of see kinger as like, a classic/stereotypical romantic when it comes to you. flowers, he cant take you out to dinner so he takes you out to the digital lake to gaze at the clouds and watch the bugs pass

WANT- he wants a companion, he wants stability, and thats something he needs. he wants someone to be compassionate about him, his wellbeing, and his interests

XOXO- here! as well as Yearn!

ZZZ- if you guys go to sleep together its always in his room, where hes more comfortable. he also has a thing where he insists on being the one closer to the door; almost as if hes offering himself as protection to you should someone unwanted to come in. huh. always sleep holding onto you, snores like a dad

[dvasva]

honestly... nonsexual intimacy or queer platonic stuff squicks me out a bit. i am aromantic, and i know there are other aromantic people who arent this way, but the idea of a queer platonic relationship is deeply unappealing to me. i dont engage in romantic relationships because that level of emotional intimacy with another person is deeply uncomfortable for me. i guess romantic relationships were tolerable to me during my university days cause at least there was sex there and i generally enjoy having sex, despite not really being attracted to people. it sounds kinda callous, but taking sex out of the equation and making the dynamic platonic but still having those big feelings and connections... i know its a thing other aromantics enjoy that kind of intimacy with another person but im so deeply uncomfortable with the idea of like. that level of dedication and intimacy with another person.

i get a little annoyed on occasion on this website because i feel like a lot of times, the idea of aromanticism is only tolerable to people when it looks like a person who puts more value into platonic connection than romantic, and rarely is aromantic also sexual in these contexts. a queer platonic relationship is kinda also... asexual. maybe it doesnt look that way in you and your qpr partners specific life, but i always get the vibe that aromantics are not acceptable to talk about unless we also reject sex, unless we desire close and intimate relationships that mimic and replace romance rather than rejecting the idea entirely. it is a bit frustrating cause its acompanying this rise of puritanical thinking nowadays. if you admit to liking sex, some kid is gonna come quote bible verses in your inbox without realizing theyre spouting bible verses cause theyre just that against sex.

it does feel like im at a disadvantage here in life tbh. its easier when youre married or deeply involved with another person to start a life in the way they want to. people are always gonna look at me like im lonely when im genuinely not. married people get tax benefits and are treated nicer in places, given preferencial treatement. and, yknow. i have to deal with the endless 'youre just jealous cause your single' 'have fun being single' train. as if me being single is not by choice. It does such especially because im not childfree. one day i do want to have kids, but being single by choice makes everyone give u the stinkeye for a whole host of reasons. anyways.

i like casual relationships, ones where we go out on dates every few weeks, hook up, then go back to our lives. maybe send memes or act like friends. im really truly not interested in like a... deep emotional connection to someone else, whether that be romantic or platonic. i have friends, and we can get cuddly and close sometimes, but even though i love my friends, they are friends. They dont hold some special, pseudo-romantic position in my life. they are friends, just like how romantic couples have friends with other people. i regard them as friends, and i dont really see a need to expand upon that in some special way.

honestly the best 'romantic' relationships ive ever been in were as polyamorous peoples secondary or tertiary partner.

feel free to interact with this post however you want. go on your own tangents, change the subject, etc etc.

[meadowfics]

hey!! just ignore this if you don’t want to respond but I need serious advice from a total outsider perspective on my love life situation with a girl I like. Me and my friend went on an abroad school trip with this girl (last year) and I really liked her but her and my friend were really close so I was hella jealous (😔). It ended up really affecting our friendship in the long run but we’re good now. I’ve now found out that girl liked me and still does and I still like her. However my friends don’t like her and talk bad about her because my friend believes she affected our friendship but it was really just be being a closeted bisexual. Obviously I never thought the girl would like me so I agreed with them and said things I didn’t mean so they think I don’t like her (stupid I know but I wasn’t out). I’m out now but I can tell they feel a bit uncomfortable about it. I want to tell them that me and this girl like each other but I don’t want them to think I’m fake and not want to be my friend anymore. Or just that our friendship won’t be the same again. I promise they’re nicer than I’ve made them sound and I’ve been friends with them for years. Sorry for dumping this on you so feel free to ignore 🥹🥹

I am going to tell you what I think you need to hear rather than what you want to hear

if your friends don’t support you in pursuing someone you genuinely like since now that you’re out as bisexual, they’re not ur true friends.

when I came out to my friends, things changed. that is inevitable since your friends have this wholeee new perspective about you.

im ngl your friends should lift you up and respect your feelings, even if they don’t vibe with the person you’re into. it’s not "fake" to have your thoughts change about someone (especially since this all went down last year).

everyone grows and feelings do too, and you were navigating a lot as a closeted bisexual back then.

aka your friends would be wrong to judge you for that.

since you’ve been friends with them for years and say they’re nicer than they sound, try being honest but gentle.

maybe explain to them (to be honest, you are not obligated to explain anything to anyone but anyways) how you feel about this girl, that you said things before you were out that you didn’t mean, and that this is important to you now.

if they’re uncomfortable, that’s on them to work through, not you.

you can always make new friends with people who would (and will) support you wholeheartedly if your friends can't support you!

[azaharinflames]

unrelated to 911 haha but its kind of a shame the glee fandom still kinda sucks in places. the subreddit sometimes has nice discussions (which is why i'll sometimes lurk there lmao) but other times you look back and see someone go "i wish glee had been nicer to bisexuals" or "i wish glee had more positive bi rep" and there's always someone going "um you have brittany, i think thats enough, its unrealistic for there to be more queer characters" (always coming from someone who explicitly isnt bisexual btw) or even "its realistic for kurt to be biphobic because sometimes gay men are biphobic and ryan murphy was one of them" in response to "kinda wish the show had outright called kurt out instead of what came off as fully vindicating him." like... no one said it wasnt realistic, some of us just said "it'd be nice if the show didn't act like kurt was in the right." (doesn't help the fandom sometimes loves to woobify him waaaaay more than the show does :/ im not against angst but its always to put kurt on a pedestal waaaay above other characters and it always leaves a bad taste in my mouth.....)

Hi, Nonnie! I love to debate Glee, don't worry! i'm not just a 911 blog, I love to talk about my other fandoms as well haha

Yeah, hard agree. I still lurk on the subreddit from time to time, but oftentimes they have some horrendous talking points, like the ones you said. To be honest, I will always be mad at Kurt for his biphobic attitude (which he never apologised for). It would've been so nice to have more bi representation in the series, and it would've been interesting if Blaine had realised he was bi after kissing Rachel, too. But Glee was, to be quite honest, very biphobic at times.

Hard agree with Kurt as well. Perhaps I am not the best person to talk about him, because I do dislike him and he gets on my nerves more often than not (I am rewatching Glee right now to show it to my little cousin, who had never seen it as Glee premiered when she was one, lmao). My main issue with him is that they indeed put him in a pedestal all the time, even when he was wrong (the second half of season 5 comes to mind, that was rough let me tell you. One of my favorite fanfics I've written came directly out of my frustrations lmao).

Ngl the way they treat Kurt like almost this untouchable character that can do no wrong and someone that should not be criticised really took me out of the glee fandom :/. Every character has its flaws, let him have his and have him experience the consequences.

My inbox is open for ranting, venting, giving your opinion (unpopular or popular, I'm happy to receive and discuss both - and for more than 911, I'm open to whatever! ), and even confessions! However if you don't want yours posted, please make sure to say :)

Take care <3

[phanyu]

hii yes that was me (lesbian anon) lol i have known i was peripherally queer since i was a teenager but it was like i was in the community #ally and thought of myself as a “fake bisexual” because i “had” to date men (lol).

thank you for your lovely thoughts, they mean a lot to me! 🫶 actually this year i’ve been going through this transformation almost, where it’s like i’ve kind of snapped and realized that i can’t continue to have any one sided friendships anymore so i cut off basically all of my friends. literally all of them, all i have now are my siblings (which is still good but friends would be nice). that’s such a big red flag, because if i had to end relationships with so many people then surely i am the problem. however i am trying to be nicer to myself. i told my siblings about my ending my friendships and how i’m definitely the troubled one in all my friendships, and how even my various friends over the years have described me as “difficult” and “hard to understand” - and they all laughed and told me thank god because they hated my friends. they said i’m neither difficult nor hard to understand and some other kind things, and it meant a lot to me because my siblings are all more social than i am and are well liked.

for a long time i’d be friends with anyone who would keep me around and give me any sort of attention for any duration because i knew how unpleasant i was and was grateful for anything. i think that led to me gravitating towards a lot of people who liked to use me as an on call pseudo-therapist because knowing things about people makes me feel special and trusted. no one’s ever really reciprocated though and maybe that’s made my self esteem worse, because how is one supposed to feel when every fact about them is forgotten by “friends” and every story they share is met with “oh sorry that sucks” or “oh cool” and nothing else?

sorry for using your inbox to vent so much! i know this all sounds pretty sour but i’m actually quite content. i’m happy to have left those people, and i’ve been following some others who have cut people off similarly this year for similar reasons and it makes me feel even better about my decision. thank you again for your kind words. it gives me whiplash reading your responses to some of the things i say sometimes because i’m so used to people hearing the things i say and having such non-responses that they literally do not remember what i said lol

IM SORRY FOR ASSUMING IT WASNT YOU!!! omg my bad, i think i misunderstood a bit of your timeline thank you for clarifying.

also newly lesbian anon it is kind of scary some of the things you say that i can relate to soooo so much. this topic of friendships MAJORLY so. it's kind of tough bc im not the one on anon and i dont want to get too personal but ive actually had three separate large events over my life of having to cut myself off from all the "friends" i had and start over from scratch (some for EXTREMELY similar reasons as you had) and it's truly one of the most lonely and alienating and dehumanizing things one can experience lol like if i even try to dig up what those years felt like i would probably lose my mind. (and also like you, my much more social and popular siblings were my only friends through that too😭.) but the decision you made to do that shows that you were either not getting what you needed from those relationships, or not in the space to contribute what was needed to those relationships, and i can say that i personally NEVER, NEVER have regretted doing that in those times. because now im not in that space and i can maintain friendships and those friendship are w people that are actually good to me. so trust me i know you must be feeling immense pain and loneliness right now but i truly think you made a move that was right for you and it WILL get better.

dont ever apologize for venting here!! i think youre a really introspective person and i really enjoy your messages and i think based on other anons and replies, your stories mean a lot to the others that read them and see themselves in them too.

[t4transsexual]

im sorry if this is weird but you and your girlfriend are such inspirations. you're amazing. i recently decided that im not going to date cis people anymore and i had a few people really close to me tell me that it was bad for me, that my dating pool is basically nonexistent now, that id be isolating myself, and maybe all those things are true but then i think of maybe one day finding the type of love that you and your girlfriend found on each other, the mutual understanding, the acceptance, the love that is as trans as it is romantic and i think it's worth it. i hope i get this one day. and in the meantime i will appreciate my trans friends every single day. the people i know i can trust. if nobody got me i know t4t relationships got me lol even platonic ones sorry if this is random ive just been going through a rough patch but your blog filled me with so much hope i wish you much much much love

this is so real t4t love is sacred and incredible to experience. as for the "shrinking your dating pool" thing, yea lol i did lose like a big portion of my dating pool by not dating cis people, even moreso by not dating men in general, however my relationships (and even friendships!) with other trans people have been much nicer and i dont regret not dating cis people. my relationship with my trans girlfriend is more fruitful and fulfilling than any relationship i couldve had with a cis person, because she just GETS it. i could go on and on about her because even beyond her being trans shes just amazing, but youll find the trans person of ur dreams one day!

[hauntedjohnny]

just wanted to let you know that johnnys-breastmilk is a proshipper in case you didn’t know <33

hi i know you mean well but i am well aware of the people i interact with. me and the block button are close friends <3 theres been a lot of hostility from both sides this week so here's grounds for a calmer discussion about it.

honestly i think the pro/anti ship labels are reductive and redundant. just because someone explores darker themes in their writing/hcs doesnt mean theyre open to ship anything. there is no definition to what being 'proship' is other than letting people use their creative outlet to explore whatever themes they want. would i identify with this? no because i have limits. just like you. just like J-B. but do i also believe people should be policed into only writing socially acceptable themes and relationships? also no. the thing about the limits is that it looks different for everyone. am i a proshipper for writing and enjoying noncon fics? to some people yes! to some people no! would i write and enjoy underage or beastiality fic? no because theyre hard limits for me (and probably are for a lot of people). to some people we're all in the same immorality boat but i think there's a nuance that an all-encompassing label refuses to acknowledge. 'proship' is reductive because it doesnt actually MEAN anything. sure they could be a genuinely harmful person and hurting a community through their content but 95% of the time theyre not!

when it comes to something like incest (hot topic in the tcm fandom) maybe take a moment and consider why someone would be into a topic like that, why they enjoy exploring that theme in a safe way through writing or drawing etc. sure fiction can affect reality but often times reality also affects fiction. im not saying you have to enjoy the posts but opening your mind and offering some grace to the people who need an outlet explore these themes doesnt hurt.

in the early days of this fandom i did not enjoy seeing incest posts (specifically johnny/sissy*) so i did what i know best: block the blogs and blacklisted the tags. it worked !! as time has passed ive become much more open to the themes of incest in tcm. for me, when i interact with these themes its not to fulfil some kind of desire, it's usually analytical discussion: realistically what would these people do? what dynamics are formed if you introduced these themes? you unlock a world of potential by looking at things through a lense you normally wouldnt, especially a taboo one. however, just because this is how i prefer to interact with these topics, it doesnt make the people who have a more emotional connection to them any weirder than me, if anything i find myself grateful to not have an emotional reaction strong enough to the point of needing an outlet to process them and you should too!

*i later realised that the reason i initally didn't vibe with johnny/sissy was actually because i didnt enjoy the way people characterised them in that dynamic and not because of the 'incest' (theyre not even related lol).

i just think everyone should be a bit more open-minded and nicer to eachother. and this goes both ways. im not saying you have to be into this shit. if you arent then block it and move on without whining about it in the tags. if you are into it you have to accept that not everyone is. just block any disingenious comments/questions. you will not change their mind.

tldr; im not one to post too much about taboo topics like incest/necro etc but im not gonna hate or even disagree with people who do. if you get genuinely mad over this then just take a moment to think about what kind of people post about darker topics and why they may need to do so.

[clouseninjago]

Hey besties. Heresmy uh Ratings of the NINJA 🤯🤯🤯 Except i love them all

Lloyd - 8/10 HHGOOOHHJHJG my gosh i love him . He is so so silly and so so yaes. Yass. Genuinely like i would protect him with my life HES NOT MY FAVOURITE but i still love him. how can you NOT love him

Kai - 9/10 and I'm gonna be completely honest when I say that the only reason he's my third favourite ninja over cole is because he's red (my favourite colour) and he has fire powers (my favourite element) but otherwise i like the two equally. Anyway HE's SO COOL like genuinely . Funny as hell too. Not a big fan of his haircut HOWEVER i am a zane fan so i choose not to make a big deal out of that

Jay - 7/10 yeeeshhhhhh ERM i am going to preface this by saying I AM NOT A JAY HATER and i am not even a jay disliker. He is funny and he is silly and there have been many occasions upon which I have looked at him and thought 'hes just likw me fr'. HOWEVer there were certain occasions. Certain seasons even. Maybe a specific season that came after possession and before hands of time. In which he ticked me off quite a large amount that may have negatively affected my opinion. BUT I STILL LOVE HIM hes just jever been a favourite and #that season didnt do much to help

Cole - 8.5/10 like I said he's basically joint with kai apart from the fact he isn't red. But i fenuinely love so much about cole i love his design (he was basically the only ninja to have a good haircut before the redesigns icl) and i love his personality and just everything about him is Awesome. And one thing i found really interesting is when he was a ghost. And i wish that got more focus cause i would have really liked it

Zane - 13/10 HOOOOO BOY i will be brief. I could genuinely go on for days on end about how much i love zane ninjago but I Will Be Brief. Everything about his character just makes me so SO happy. His personality and his design (his haircut is cute i swear) and his story and EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM and i said that for cole as well but this is TEN TIMES MORE INTENSE every time i think about him it feels like an actual electric SHOCK through my entire body I'm so so serious. I also find him to be like INCREDIBLY relatable. There have been occasions where i literally Cried because he was Just Like Me and i couldnt TAKE it anymore. And it's not even funny and it will never even be funny and the season 3 finale left me in shambles for weeks. And to be honest i think the show needs to be nicer to him because why is he always going through something. This little guy cannot have one normal day i swear. Let zane be happy challenge imPOSSIBLE. And i know a lot of people don't like how robotic he is after season 3 and I totally get that but for me personally that doesn't really change how much i still love him as a character even if there are some changes i want to be made with his writing. Just realised i said i would be brief and then wrote a whole paragraph Um im gonna move on,

Nya 10/10 I LOVE HER!!!! Genuinely cannot think of one negative thing to say about her apart from it took the show a good few seasons to get the hang of actually writing her (as much as i adore rebooted it pisses me off how dirty they did her in that season). But she is just SO cool and i love her and i loved her in skybound and she was probably one of the only things i loved about skyboukd other than echo zane. Good lord i love nya she makes me malfunction in the brain. Whenever i drink water i think of her

n e ways thats Basically it ACTUALLY NO I WANNA DO GARMADON AS WELL LMAO

garmadon 5/10. And i dont mean that in a negative way i mean genuinely true neutral. I actually loved him in the movie he made me cry a lot but when we're talking just the actual show? Euuiwuuajajgghj. In the first couple aeasons i was really mixed on him like i think he was a really interesting character and he was silly but i had proper BEEF with him too like he made me MAD. And then seasons 3 and 4 came around and . And. Sensei Garmadon. fun fact about sensei garmadon i didnt Particularly Like him but thats ok!!!!! That is ok!!!!! I did like garmadons backstory with clouse that was very interesting i really.Really liked it. Idont know if you could tell but um tumblr user clouseninjago quite likes clouse ninjago so that made me happy tbh. Ok im actually done fr now and i would tag more people to share their opinions but i have no friends so @colesstar Hi