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How do you think Severus would relate to a child of his own, if he had one? What kind of father do you think he would be?
There are so many possible answers to this question because it would really depend on the context in which Snape became a father (before or after the War), his childâs personality, and, of course, what his partner would be like. But, letâs assume weâre talking about a post-War Snape in an AU, because honestly, I canât imagine canon Severus being a father in any wayâit would literally be suicidal. Having a child would not only endanger his mission as a spy but also give his enemies perfect leverage to use against him. And heâs already suffered too much in life to throw in that level of angst. So, starting from a scenario where thereâs no war and Severus can focus on being both calm and depressed (because heâd still be depressed, especially if he no longer has a clear purpose keeping him going), I donât think the idea of fatherhood would really thrill him at first. Itâs not like heâs someone whoâs ever thought of having children, or at least he ruled out the possibility long ago. If he had a partner who wanted kids, I think heâd agree, but with a terrifying sense of dread about fatherhood because 1) his parental role models are terrible, and he never had a functional upbringing, and 2) heâs never really liked kids. It probably wouldnât occur to him that maybe the issue is that he doesnât like other peopleâs kids, but his own would be different. Thatâs why I think his partner would be a fundamental factor in thisâsupporting him throughout the process and keeping him grounded about his own traumas.
That said, I imagine him as a strict but supportive father, one who sets rules and commands respect but without using violence or verbal attacks on his children. Heâd especially try to spare them the awful childhood he endured with his own father. But I still see him as the kind of dad who has rules and expects them to be followed, the classic type who cares a lot about grades and school behavior (he was a teacher for 18 years, after all). Heâd probably see certain grades as failures if they didnât meet expectations. Heâd likely be a bit awkward with affection, although heâd find his own ways to make his children feel loved, valued, and accepted. Heâd be a present father but would struggle to be fully emotionally open, though heâd likely improve this over time and with effort.
I also see him preferring to have daughters, or at least finding it much easier to bond with a daughter. Iâve always thought that itâs simpler for Severus to relate to women (Lily was his first friend, and the other person he spent time with as a child was Petunia, also a girl. As much as he picked on Hermione, he wasnât as harsh with her as he was with Harry, Neville, or Ron. He seemed to have a fairly close relationship with Narcissa, etc.). Basically, most of the men in his life have been abusers (his father, the Marauders, Dumbledore manipulating and blackmailing him, Voldemort...), so heâs more at ease, or maybe just more himself, when heâs around women. I can see him thinking that he might not fully understand âgirl stuff,â but that itâs better than having a son whoâs into Quidditch and facing the prospect of not knowing how to deal with a boy who represents all the typical âboyâ interests and behaviors that Severus doesnât really embody. Heâd probably have some anxiety over thisâsomething common among men who donât fit into stereotypical norms associated with their own gender.
Still, whether he had a son or a daughter, heâd try to provide them with a functional and stable home, where thereâs affection and respect, allowing them to grow up with the security he never had. I donât see him as an âeasyâ father because he has too much baggage, but heâd be aware of that baggage and try to address it when he realizes heâs messed up. He wouldnât do that for others, but heâd do it for his children.
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'The Persistence of Memory' turns 3 years old today đżđ¶
On the 12th of November, 2021, Richard released his fourth Emigrate album with the title 'The Persistence of Memory'. (The release date was initially set for November 5 but was pushed back a week.)
This album is especially significant in Richard's career and for Emigrate as a whole. It emerged as a form of dynamic, active therapy for Richard, who fell into a deep depression after the 2019 stadium tour, which left him riddled with self-doubt. He questioned whether music was still for him or if he should walk away from it altogether.
"Inside me, various wars were raging, and I felt like I had to stop making music. I couldnât see any purpose in it anymore. It was a really hard crash landing, unlike anything Iâd experienced before. There was a real emptiness inside me. Even for us, this stadium tour was something new. And when everyone tells you how great and good you are, whether itâs true or not, you feel like youâre in withdrawal once itâs over. I had to find my way back to earth."
Even before the COVID pandemic began, Richard had already retreated into a form of isolation, unaware that the pandemic would intensify this feeling. To actively combat and process these emotions, Richard delved into his musical archive, taking a journey into the past. Through various demos, song parts, and ideas heâd accumulated since Emigrate's early days, he found his spirits lifting and regained inspiration.
"My present was unpleasant, and my future was empty. So I immersed myself in my past. It was the only thing I had. I stumbled upon all these old songs and ideas and took another close look at them. They helped me move back into the present and finally look forward to the future againâa time travel back to inspiration."
The album was recorded at Sky van Hoff studios and Richardâs own Studio Engine 55 Berlin. His creative process involved reworking old lyrics, re-arranging songs, re-recording parts, and generally polishing up existing tracks.
The oldest of these songs is 'Freeze My Mind' which is 20 years old at the time of the album's release and is also Richardâs oldest song for Emigrate. He had reportedly written it with his then-wife Caron Bernstein around 2001.
âI wrote âFreeze My Mindâ in New York City; it must have been around 9/11. I was living in New York at the time and saw the second plane hit the tower. Watching people fall from the tower deeply affected me.â
'Bloodstained Wedding' originated in 2007 and 2011 and was inspired by his time in New York, while 'Hypothetical' previously featured on the album 'Silent So Long', was now sung by Richard himself instead of Marilyn Manson. Richard transformed 'Always on My Mind' into an epic rendition of the classic Elvis song with Till Lindemann, and he reworked 'Come Over' at the encouragement of his son, Merlin, who was enthusiastic about the song.
'Iâm Still Alive' had already existed since the first Emigrate album (originally titled 'Yeah Yeah Yeah'), and the music video fittingly combines old footage from 2007 with new clips from 2021.
Richard did not shy away from serious themes on this album. 'Rage' addresses the difficulty of reentering social life after the isolation of COVID, a struggle Richard personally experienced. 'You Canât Run Away' was written in response to numerous messages from fans expressing suicidal thoughts and sharing how much his music had helped them.
Richard mentioned that he views this album as a kind of closure for this Emigrate era: âThis album might be the end of an era, the close of a chapter before something new begins.â While working on this album, he collaborated with Andrea Marino on electronic remixes, although he did not release them, hinting instead at a future electro album to explore this genre more fully.
The album artwork, depicting Richardâs head in a galaxy-like nebula, was created by Arnaud Giroux. It symbolizes the album and the creative process itself - âItâs about creating worlds and looking at things from a different perspectiveâ as Richard describes it. The title itself was inspired by the painting by Salvador Dali with the same name.
One of Richard's announcement of his new album on his IG Profil:
The Persistence of Memory was a process that started 14 years ago. After a rough period in my life, it became clear to me that now is the right time to put it out.
The process to get to a point always interested me more than the point itself, struggling to get somewhere and constantly pushing boundaries makes me feel alive.
I AM STILL ALIVE.
"THE PERSISTENCE OF MEMORY" out this Friday.
Credit:Â @tobias_ortmann
Some additional quotes by Richard from interviews he gave around the time of the release:
Would you let your Rammstein colleagues listen to an Emigrate album before its release?
"No, definitely not. (laughs) Though someone like Flake would probably be very open to it. We have a lot of respect for each other and regularly stay in touch. For instance, I often listen to his radio showâand then call him afterward to ask what kind of weird stuff heâs been talking about again. (laughs)"
"I just realized in an interview with another magazine that every time I make an album, thereâs a very dark backstory to it. Itâs never that Iâm just cheerfully going through life, feeling fantastic, and then think, 'Now Iâll write a new EMIGRATE album.' It always coincides with a significant change in my life."
"The funny thing was that I got the inspiration for the cover because of the song 'Always On My Mind.' When I listened to the song, I had the idea that it wasnât actually about a relationship with a person, but rather about our planet. Thatâs where the cover idea came from, with the face gazing at the Earth."
sources: rammwiki web.de Berliner Zeitung Chaoszine metal.de
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Likes and Dislikes
Notes:Â OKAY SOO i know its been a hot minute since i posted SORRRYYYY ive been soso busy with work but now i present to you... WRECKER FIC >:)
Pairing:Â Wrecker x gn!reader
Summary:Â Your alone time with Wrecker doesn't go as you expected.
Warnings/Tags: mentions of explosives, minor kissing, fluff, like really small angst??, slight yelling â tell me if I've missed anything!
Aboard the ship, the atmosphere had settled into a rare calm, the steady hum of the engines a background comfort as the squad drifted into their own routines. Wrecker was tinkering with a piece of armor and muttering about his latest encounter with some unfortunate droids. Youâd been watching him for a while. In a rare moment of impulse, you broke the silence between you.
"What do you like?" you asked, surprising both him and yourself with the question.
He perked up, pausing his work to flash you a broad grin. "What do I like? There's a lot! Blowin' up stuff, battling clankers, sleeping, food... oh, especially those Mantell Mixes on Ord Mantell." His eyes twinkled with the enthusiasm that he seemed to carry with him no matter where they were or what they faced.
You raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued by his affection for a food snack that seemed to be more than just a treat. "Mantell Mix?" you asked.
"Yeah! They're like little crunchy things y'eat!" he said, as if this were some life-altering discovery.
You couldnât help but chuckle, mirroring his smile. "I figured," you replied, before glancing away. You werenât quite sure what made you ask, but something about his open nature encouraged honesty. "What about what you dislike?"
For once, he seemed stumped, his brow furrowing. He scratched his head thoughtfully before answering, "Hmm... that's a hard question. I don't know what I dislike. Maybe people tryin' to hurt Omega or my brothers." His tone softened at the mention of his squadmates, his loyalty showing through.
"That's sweet of you," you said with a small smile. The truth was, you admired how he protected those close to him. There was something unspoken in the way he looked out for them.
"Anything to keep 'em safe!" he said with conviction. "What about you? Do you have anything ya don't like?"
The question caught you off guard. You hesitated, glancing away before muttering, "War, inflation, you, smelly places, broken speeders, and Lotho Minor."
The silence that followed was broken by his startled laugh. "Waâ Wait... did you say 'you' as in me?" he asked, eyes wide.
"Yeah."
He looked hurt for a second, then almost amused. "Why don't y'like me?" he pressed, clearly curious, shuffling towards you.
Feeling defensive, you shot back, "No comment."
But he was persistent, a trait you both admired and found mildly annoying. "Hey, c'mon, you gotta comment! I wanna know why, cus' you're still talking to me." His grin widened, but there was a hint of genuine confusion in his eyes.
You looked away, a bit embarrassed. "You donât need to know."
He crossed his arms, leaning closer. "Well, 'm gonna keep annoying ya if I don't get an answer," he declared, refusing to back down.
"Oh please, no," you groaned, rolling your eyes.
"Gotta tell me then!" he challenged.
You huffed, finally relenting. "I donât dislike you."
"But you just said ya did! So do you like me or not?"
"Does it matter?" you asked, hoping to dodge further interrogation.
"Yes!" he answered firmly, leaving you with little choice.
You took a deep breath, feeling your patience slipping. "Youâre so loud and always feel the need to interâ"
"Hey, well that's who I am!" he cut in without missing a beat, looking unapologetic.
"ârupt," you finished, giving him a sharp look. "This is why. You can never keep to yourself, and... you're so astute. You interact with people much easier than I can and always make good friends with people you donât even know! Youâre playful, and it makes it hard to watch when youâre trying to be all... lovey-dovey."
Wrecker blinked at that, momentarily silenced, a rare occurrence. His usual grin was replaced by something softer as you continued, words spilling out that you hadnât realized you were holding back. "Youâre so good with weapons and explosives and give great interest in stuff youâve never seen before. You always complain when thereâs no rations or when we encounter insects on missions! I hate how you laugh anyway when someone tells a bad joke."
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but you werenât done yet, and your frustration finally found its voice. "I share my food with you, and you take it, but you never spare a second glance! I can never get myself to be versed in the world of explosives, so when we go dumpster diving, I can never have a conversation with you. I comment on how you look in your different sets of armor, but you never respond." You shrugged, attempting nonchalance. "So, you donât like me."
For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then he reached over, tilting your chin up, his gaze holding yours with an intensity you hadnât expected. "Thereâs a reason why 'm holdin' your chin like this, yâknow."
The moment hung between you, thick with words left unsaid and the quiet hum of the shipâs engine. Wreckerâs gaze softened, his hand still resting gently against your chin as he leaned a bit closer, eyes flickering between yours. You hadnât expected him to be so tender yet so surprisingly hesitant.
He closed the gap slowly, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was surprisingly gentle for someone so strong. It was warm and unexpectedly sweet, his hand moving to cradle the back of your head as if he was afraid youâd disappear if he didnât hold on. The world around you fell away, and for that moment, there was only the warmth of his touch and the softness of his kiss.
Your heart skipped, the tenderness in his touch taking you by surprise. "WâWhat was that kiss for?" you stammered when he leaned in for a brief, unexpected kiss, his laughter rumbling low in his chest.
When he pulled back, his grin was even wider, a light flush colouring his cheeks. "To prove you wrong, haha! Guess ya didnât dislike that too much, huh?"
He grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Okay, okay, y'dislike meâI know now! But we gotta continue with the rest. How about what ya like?"
He looked so serious, so hopeful, that you couldnât help but soften. After a moment of silence, your answer slipped out quietly.
"...You."
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Post-Notes:Â oops how was it? i kkinda thought it was cute this was mainly just dialogue practice since i cantr seem to read my own dialogue without cringing LOL
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//I've been having thoughts with the reverse time thingy and there are three main 'phases' to Ghostspire.
First is Starfall, the mech he was before his wings were torn off and he was betrayed. A noble with his spark on his sleeve and a need to do good. Be there for the people, for those who can't fight against the oppression themselves. Using his credits, skills and everything he can to do what he can for the people.
Second is right after the experiments he went through. Half feral, with few bouts of clarity. Traveling from city to city, gutter to gutter to eat whatever poor mech crosses his path. The sparkeater showing in unhinged jaw and tendrils, tearing mechs to shreds as he devours what he can and leave half-mutilated corpses in his wake. If you could befriend him, you'd see him around often. Grayed out frame like a walking corpse. It's where the 'ghost' came from. Enforcers were always his favorite corpses though.
And present. All there most days, tired and knowing how to manage his hunger so he doesn't go feral. Hunting bounties and revenge to try and get some sense of normalcy. A quiet shell of the mech he once was. Far more reserved, keeping his pain to himself. It's his burden, after all. Why should he share it with anyone else?
#ooc#thoughts and ideas#the development of characters is so facinating to me#especially with how it affects there present life#not wveryone starts out bad#not everyone starts out good#but they all start somewhere#oki now time for rp
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Decennial
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Evan and Gregory, now age twenty-two, celebrate the tenth anniversary of their meeting in the comfort of their shared apartment.
Its already the afternoon when Evan meets Gregory at the couch in their shared apartment, smartphone in hand. Gregory glances up from whatever he was watching on TV, quickly grabbing the remote to pause the channel.
He doesn't even have a chance to greet him before he notices Evan's face. Worry quickly creases his brows, and he moves to get off of the couch. "Evan? Hey, what's wron--"
Evan tries to convey that everything's fine with no words. Because it's true. He just can't muster any up right now. When Gregory seems to understand enough, that's when Evan thrusts his phone into Gregory's line of sight.
Gregory shifts on the couch, taking the phone and studying the screen to no avail. Hes pulled up the calendar on his phone, the date reading March 4th, 2045. Gregorys brows furrow, then, "Uh. I dont understand."
Evan would have rolled his eyes if he weren't so emotional right now. He scoffs, tapping the screen and mumbling "The date. Look at the date."
It only takes another moment for Gregory to understand. Evan can almost see the gears turning in his friends head in the moments before he gasps sharply. "Oh!"
Gregory doesn't look away immediately, just taking it in as if it surpises him. "Its ten years since we met today."
Evan nods at that. A small smile stretching on his face when Gregory finally turns to look at him.
But he should know by now -really, it's been ten years after all- that Gregory knows him. Probably better than Evan himself.
"What's with that look?" Gregory questions, seemingly noticing how Evans smile doesnt quite reach his eyes. "You look sad."
Evan shakes his head immediately. "No-- that's not it." He replies, feeling a bit more fit to speak. "Its just..."
"Ten years?" Gregory prompts, and Evan nods. Gregory seems to get it. He sighs a bit, and Evan can tell hes not alone in reminiscing. "Jeez. Thats..."
"...A long time ago." "A big number." They say at the same time.
Evan joins Gregory on the couch, taking his phone back. Ten years. Ten years since he met Gregory. Ten years since Evan had been that little ball of anxiety. Ten years since the best thing that ever happened to him.
Nine years since their first holidays together. Eight years since they started high school. Four since they graduated. Three since they started college.
One year since they got their first apartment together.
Evan chuckles all of the sudden, loud as a jet engine in the seemingly silent room. "Do you remember what we always wanted to do as kids?"
Gregory only has to think for a moment. "You mean what we made a reality?"
"Yeah." Evan replies. "We got that apartment. Not exactly the college dorm we imagined, though."
"Psh. Are you kidding? Our apartment is way better than any dorm we could have gotten." Gregory scoffs. "We would have like. One room to our name, and we would have to share."
Its Evan's turn to scoff, this time. He smiles, the memories coming back easily. "You're acting like we didnt basically share your room when we were thirteen."
"You were always there." Gregory agrees, but Evan knows by now that Gregory doesn't mean it in a bad way. Never. That's one of the things that have changed since they met. Evan doesnt assume the worst first, and ask questions later anymore. "You got that right."
"Thank god we had Vanessa to tell us what to do." Evan says. "We would be lost without her."
Gregory snorts, shuffling on the couch. Evan glances over, and strangely, being here, in this moment, even though its nothing differnet from what he and Gregory do every day, reminds him so much of when he and Gregory would just hang out together on his bed. Drawing, watching videos, talking and laughing... all of it.
"Its a good thing she told us to get an apartment while we still could." Gregory says. "We would have burned down the entire dorm."
Evan giggles at the thought. It wouldn't be the first time he and Gregory would make a mess in the kitchen. He still remembers how scared he was as a fourteen year old, when he had burned some of the food meant for Vanessa's 'Welcome Home' dinner Gregory insisted they make. The Fazbears house had stunk of char and smoke for days afterwards.
He was terrified at the time. If he had ever done anything like that at his old house...
He shakes that thought away. He does that often. Thinking back to his time alone with his father and brother. His biological ones. It's been a challenge, shutting down his brain when it tries to recall the memories.
Its another thing that's changed. As a kid, he knew nothing about helping himself and his anxiety. He didnt want to. He never saw himself as worthy of deserving relief, and it was so subconscious, little Evan never even realized it.
Now, it couldn't be more different. Hes never been healthier.
Who knew all it took was a best friend for life?
He looks over at Gregory. Who's still recounting some of their old childhood memories. Evan doesnt talk to Michael anymore. The damage he caused is too much to ignore. Evan... Evan doesnt want to see him anymore. Despite Michaels wake up call, it had been all too late. The damage had been done.
Michael missed his chance. Evan had decided that a long time ago. Maybe he should have had his change if heart earlier if he didnt want Evan to find the brother he always wanted in someone else.
Because that's what Gregory is. Its nothing new, they were having these revelations when they were only teenagers. Probably even earlier for Evan. But Evan never stops thinking about how much Gregory truly is his family.
That suprise and shock of the kindness hed received from Gregory from little Evan ten years ago is hard to shake when all hed been taught his whole life is how to hate himself. How he deserved to be treated badly, because if he hadn't been the way he was, he could have made himself worthy. A respectable man. Tough. An immovable rock. Real men dont show their emotions, or even experience them. Real men can defend themselves. Real men start to toughen up at the ripe age of twelve.
Evan is twenty two, now. So is Gregory. This life they'd built for themselves, with such a bright future... little Evan never would have even dreamed of. Little Evan had thought there was nothing there for him. Little Evan had thought there was no light at the end of the tunnel. That he had been doomed from the start. That his nature nipped his figure at the bud before it could begin.
This life theyve built for themselves. When Evan had ran to the Fazbears as soon as he'd turned eighteen with only a bag of clothes, a binder full of drawings, and yellow bear to his name. When he'd shared the room that felt like his own as well growing up with Gregory. When they'd spent those few months together until getting into the same college and choosing an apartment.
This life theyve built for themselves. That Evan would have only seen as a fantasy when he was eleven.
Theyve changed so much. It always shocks Evan every time he sees an old photo, or really remembers what it had been like pre-Gregory. Evan is growing out his hair, now. Before, all hed ever had was a months overgrown generic slickback. But he gets to choose now. Like how he paints his nails. Gregory has never really cared about his appearance, but he saw a photo of his Dad as a college student and immediately went to go replicate the blue streaks in his hair when it was time for himself to go off to college.
Evan almost laughs sometimes when he thinks about how much Gregory really is just an older version of who he was when he was twelve. He's different, like Evan is, but he's the same as well. A constant.
He knows hes the same, as well. Just with longer hair, bolder clothes, and the power of experimentation. Gregory has never been one to care much about his clothes, but to Evan, its everything. To be able to wear what he always wanted as a kid. To not be confined to whatever annual clothes his Father would buy him from the back to school section. Its freeing.
It's in that moment that he thinks back, really thinks back to his life pre-Gregory, and the contrast of the before and after.
It's all too much, in that moment. The memories and the sentiments and the nostalgia. In true Evan fashion, he cries about it.
Gregory has long since learned how to differentiate Evan's tears between his emotionality and a genuine issue. So when Evan begins wiping silent tears away, he just smiles one of those smiles he does, and pats him on the shoulder, pulling him in for a side hug.
Its digging a hole in Evan's chest, this feeling. It's not bad. But it's not exactly good either. It's some kind of a loss, but a hope as well. Remembering how much he loved back then. As much as he loves right now.
"I--" Evan stutters, sniffling. Gregory hands him one of the many boxes of tissues they always have on hand in their apartment. "It... It feels like we need to celebrate, somehow. I mean... ten years is big."
Evans mind floats to a cake. Or a two person party. Or a collaborated drawing. Evan's mind floats to many things. Many options. Ten years is big, right? Something that big needs a big party. Something big to commemorate it.
But Gregory just hums, and lays eyes on the thick shelf of DVDs they have tucked by the wall right by their TV. "How about a movie night?"
Evan's about to interrupt, say something about the milestone, but Gregory continues. "Do you remember all our favorites as a kid?"
Evan stops himself short, almost scoffing, because of couse he does. How could he not, when he and Gregory had stayed up so many times to watch them together, alongside stifled giggles and ice cream straight out of the carton? "Of course I do."
Gregory gets off the couch, crouching by the bookshelf and picking out a select few movies. Evan catches the titles on the packaging from all the way were hes sitting. Every single one of them is special to him.
Gregory deposits the movies on their coffee table, three DVDs spilling out onto the glass surface. "Then I can't think of a better way to spend the night."
Despite Evan's attempts, he cant either. Despite watching these movies almost regularly with Gregory even now, opening the casing feels different in this moment. It feels special. Evan feels like hes thirteen again.
Before starting their marathon, they make a huge bowl of popcorn, pouring caramel on it just how they liked it as kids. As they continue to now. Evan gets the carton of ice cream out of the fridge, handing Gregory his spoon and taking his own.
All they need is a throw blanket and they're ready. It's the exact setup they've done for years. Starting ten years ago today. This tradition has lasted this long, and it will outlive the milestone.
It feels so familiar, Evan cant stop thinking. His emotions are dialed up to eleven tonight. It only increases when the sky darkens outside their windows. He remembers coming home from school with Gregory and just. Immediately piling onto his bed with snacks and pillows and turning the lights off before they'd dive into another movie. Only going to bed when Freddy forced them to.
Because that's what it was. Thats what it still is. Home. All Evan feels right now is home.
They laugh at all the same parts. They cry as well. They cheer. They point out the same things. Nothing has changed.
Sure, ten years is big. But Evan can't think of a better way of spending the anniversary than continuing to do what hes loved to do with Gregory throughout the years. This doesnt mark the end of an era, or a big change. It marks how long hes had the gift of his brother. His family. His real family. The fifteenth mark will, as well. So will the twentieth.
All the tenth mark says is hes had ten years worth of joy and growth. and He'll continue to do just that.
After the third movie, Evan takes a quick look at his phone. The numbers 12:03 look back at him from his lockscreen, a picture of him and Gregory. The date has switched to the 5th.
"You're my brother." Evan says suddenly to Gregory at the beginning of the fourth movie. Gregory pauses in stuffing his face with popcorn to look over at Evan's earnest face. "You know that?"
Gregory chuckles wetly. It seems Evan isn't alone in the sentimentality tonight. "Only since we were preteens."
Gregory pulls him into that same side hug he always does. "You're my family." Gregory tells him sincerely. "You always will be, too. Hell would freeze over before our family would ever say you aren't one of theirs."
Evan chuckles, eyes misty, because he knows its true. He can imagine his family's reactions so vividly. "I know."
They only sink further into the hug after that, the movie continuing on. Theyve long since stopped with the thank yous. Not since they got it through Evan's thick skull that they arent doing him a favor. They just love him.
It's in that moment that Evan realizes that tomorrow is another day. And there are more after that and after that. Theres more milestones to reach, more years to spend with his brother and their family, and he cant wait to experience them.
But right now, he's content continuing a ten year long tradition as a mundane celebration for a non-mundane achievement.
It's not mundane to him at all, anyway. It means the world to him.
Besides, he can't imagine a world where his family doesn't throw a suprise party for him when he and Gregory visit them tomorrow.
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#after writing so much about how gregory affects evan in the present i wanted to do something different.#especially since this is the 10th work in the series!#so this fic takes place in the future. in my little universe gregory and evan continue to live together for a very very long time.#i imagine after so long of in their heads adopting evan#and also gregory and evans mutual feelings of being family and eachothers siblings they would just.#not beat around the bush any longer. i think everyone knew in their minds#but when evan hightailed it to the fazbears when he turned 18 they all actually sat down and were like#okay so we agree that evan is ours now.#anyway their lives continue to be good and they have eachother and experience life with one another.#they feel emotional in this fic over it being a decade since they met but there are no hard feelings over their current life.#just reminiscing over their childhoods :) especially since its so special to evan specifically as a turning point in his life#he feels more intensely over it#i wanted to write somethinf different with them and here we are#i make myself emotional over my own incredibly specific au#pandas writes#flashlight duo#flashlight duo modern au#flashlight duo oneshots#gregory and evan#this is classified as the future with them being kids as the present in the universe btw#oneshot#nostalgia#the fazbears#fnaf gregory#evan afton#au
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Thinking more about protoflesh, how maybe the amount of such can vary, and how that affects the mecha.
It's all a game of advantages and disadvantages, after all. More flexibility but it's harder to repair.
#maccadam#transformers#this is spurred upon a convo I'm having about the differences between the bayverse transformers are from the netflix trilogy mechs are#and it's intriguing as hell#would the soft bits of a cybertronian be more sensitive on plating? and how would this affect day to day life?#fighting?#I've seen fics present a WIDE variety in between soft body and fully mechanical. and i love it.#it adds another factor of variety to an already varied species (especially in Aligned with the subspecies!!!)#... this this make me remember play hard get hard and how megs was especially flexible? yes. yes it did.#this post also sort of applies to more blocky mecha vs less blocky mecha#i love it
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this is kind of out of the blue, but if you have chronic pain/illness and have taken NSAIDS for a long time (aspirin, ibuprofen, naproxen, etc.) please watch out for stomach ulcers!
my mom has had issues with endo for several years and we just thought it was the worst coincidence that she got bad enough pain to warrant going to the ER on my birthday two years in a row, but it turns out that she took more NSAID painkillers so we could enjoy my birthday (đ) and it made her existing (not yet diagnosed at the time) stomach ulcer much worse. the kicker is that she had asked if she might have an ulcer the year before, but the doctors dismissed it (using year-old test results đ), so we started pursuing the much less likely diagnosis of thoracic endo instead (breathing problems and pain fit the bill)...
now that she's finally gotten surgery for her endo her pain related to that has improved a lot, but the ulcer is still a huge problem (pain+breathing problems+unable to walk for a long time+the one medicine that is helping with her endo-related problems makes the stupid ulcer worse), and with the healthcare system as it is it's taking forever to get it even checked on... at this point we think she'll probably need surgery again to fix the ulcer (*êŠàșŽêłêŠàș”) please watch out for ulcers in advance if you can!
#chronic illness#chronic pain#endo#she just started trying something called deglycyrrhizinated licorice which had a surprisingly quick effect#of course we have to research it a lot more and see how it affects her before I would feel comfortable recommending it to anyone else#but it's a little hopeful#but yeah fuck doctors who look at old tests to dismiss current concerns#if we had caught this earlier her life would have been SO MUCH EASIER#what we thought was an endo issue for years was a fucking ulcer which is so much easier to treat... if you know what it is đ#doesn't help much that endo is so poorly understood so far#we just thought it was another stupid way the endo was presenting#especially since the doctors said her endo 'couldn't cause sciatic pain'#and yet when she got surgery her sciatic pain improved a LOT#the new doctor we have is so thorough and patient and explains everything so clearly to us instead of handwaving everything#I'm so glad she believed my mom#this is kind of a rant but#yeah#there's light at the end of tunnel but the tunnel is much longer than it should have been#doctor tw#medical tw
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Venus and your love language
Venus in astrology signifies how you love, your views on relationships and how you express affection.
This is a general post.
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Venus in 1st house
For someone with Venus in the 1st house, their love language is often affection and physical touch. They love to show and receive love in obvious, open ways. They appreciate compliments, sweet gestures, and anything that makes them feel valued and admired. They enjoy making others feel special too, often through kind words, attention, and being present for the people they love. Romantic gestures , like holding hands, hugs, or small gifts, can make them feel loved and appreciated. In simple terms, their love language is about showing love openly and feeling beautiful connections with others.
Venus in 2nd house
For someone with Venus in the 2nd house, their love language is often centered around security, comfort, and material affection. This means they express love through giving and receiving gifts, acts of service, or doing things that create a sense of stability. They value tangible expressions of affection like thoughtful presents or providing for their partnerâs needs. They also appreciate being pampered and feeling secure in relationships, so they might love being shown care through practical gestures, like cooking a nice meal or sharing experiences that make them feel safe and cherished.
Venus in 3rd house
When Venus is in the 3rd house, your love language is connected to communication. You express love through words, thoughtful conversations, and meaningful interactions. You enjoy sharing ideas, writing sweet messages, and talking openly with your partner. You appreciate when someone listens to you carefully and engages in deep discussions. For you, love is about staying mentally connected, being playful with words, and showing affection through small, kind gestures like compliments or texts. Clear and frequent communication makes you feel loved.
Venus in 4th house
If your Venus is in the 4th house, your love language is all about creating a sense of home, comfort, and emotional security. You express love by nurturing others, making them feel safe, and creating a warm, cozy environment. You might show affection by cooking, caring for your family, or spending quality time at home with your loved ones. In return, you feel most loved when someone gives you emotional support, makes you feel safe, and shares quiet, comforting moments with you. You value deep emotional connections and stability in your relationships.
Venus in 5th house
If Venus is in the 5th house in your birth chart, your love language is all about fun, creativity, and romance. You express love through playful, joyful activities like going on dates, enjoying hobbies together, and sharing exciting experiences. You enjoy giving affection by making the other person feel special, often through surprises, gifts, or romantic gestures. You also love receiving attention and admiration. Feeling appreciated and adored in a fun, lighthearted way makes you feel deeply loved. Your love language is full of warmth, excitement, and passion.
Venus in 6th house
When Venus is in the 6th house, your love language tends to be expressed through acts of service. This means you show love by doing things to help and take care of others, especially in everyday tasks or routines. You feel loved when someone helps you with practical things or when they are thoughtful about your well-being. In relationships, you like to make life easier for your partner, and you appreciate when they do the same for you. Love, for you, is about kindness, support, and helping each other in daily life.
Venus in 7th house
With Venus in the 7th house, your love language is Quality Time. You really value spending meaningful moments with your partner, whether itâs going on fun adventures or enjoying cozy evenings at home. For you, being fully present and sharing experiences helps to build a strong connection. You like to create memories together and want a partner who feels the same way. Quality time is what makes you feel loved and appreciated in your relationships.
Venus in 8th house
When Venus is in the 8th house of your birth chart, your love language is intense, deep, and transformative. You crave emotional connection and trust in relationships, and love becomes a way for you to experience profound changes. You want intimacy, not just on a physical level, but also on an emotional and spiritual one. For you, love is about bonding deeply with someone, sharing secrets, and feeling safe with vulnerability. Trust and loyalty are essential, and you are drawn to relationships that make you feel empowered. You may also be attracted to people or experiences that involve mystery, passion, or even a sense of risk.
Venus in 9th house
If you have Venus in the 9th house, your love language focuses on adventure, exploration, and deep connections. You likely express love through sharing experiences, like traveling together or learning new things. You value freedom and enjoy relationships that encourage growth and understanding. You appreciate open-mindedness and might feel most loved when your partner engages with your ideas and beliefs. Philosophical discussions or cultural exchanges can strengthen your bond. You may also show affection by introducing your partner to new places or ideas, seeking to expand both of your horizons. You may find joy in discovering new cultures, enjoying nature, or attending events together.
Venus in 10th house
If Venus is in the 10th house, your love language often focuses on public recognition and admiration. You may feel loved when your partner shows you off to others or supports your career goals. Acts of service are important; you appreciate when someone helps you achieve your dreams. You value respect and status in relationships, so compliments about your achievements mean a lot. You might also express love through quality time spent in public settings or during social events. You seek a partner who appreciates your ambitions and stands by you in both personal and professional aspects of life.
Venus in 11th house
If your Venus is in the 11th house, your love language often involves friendship and shared dreams. You value connection with others and express love through social activities, group experiences, and helping friends. You enjoy building relationships based on mutual interests and support. Your ideal partner is often a friend first, and you appreciate open communication and shared goals. You show love by being there for others and encouraging them in their pursuits. In relationships, you seek freedom and individuality, wanting to grow together while still being your own person. Friendship is at the heart of your romantic connections.
Venus in 12 house
Having Venus in the 12th house often means you express love in private or hidden ways. You might be romantic but keep your feelings to yourself. You enjoy deep emotional connections and may love through acts of kindness or support. Your ideal partner could be someone who understands your need for privacy and intuition. You might find joy in creative expressions, like art or music, as a way to show love. Sometimes, you may feel drawn to those who are mysterious or different. Your love language is often gentle, sensitive, and deeply emotional.
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PRAISE, M. VERSTAPPEN.
ⶠSUMMARY. Max knows heâs good at his job, he was raised to be the best driver, the perfect son, and knows heâs talented. The bad thing is that he has to listen to people complimenting him almost everyday. He really thinks heâs good at hiding how shy and uncomfortable it makes him, and itâs just that Max canât seem to take compliments from anyone but you.
content warnings ⶠdisclaimers. fem!reader. lots of fluff. my favorite kind of max: flustered max. P in V. sub/dom dynamics. praise kink. unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it kiddos. breeding kink. redbull racing slander because we are tired of them not doing their job. english is not my first language.
GWEN RAMBLES â i started writing this after the awful events of sunday, and finished it today! this was requested a while ago and to the person who asked for it â iâm sorry it took me so long! hope yâall like it. comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.
Max gets uncomfortable when people compliment him. He knows he's good at what he does, knows heâs talented. And when people call him handsome? Compliment his hair? His arms? He has a hard time trying not to show how affected he actually is.
However, you know him in ways the rest of the world doesn't.
Max likes it when you compliment his cooking. It's not deserving of a five star Michelin rating, but good enough to eat and perfect the dish.
"How did you came up with this?" You ask, raising a spoonful of vegetables with a sweet and sour sauce.
Max can't keep his eyes off of you, waiting for your reaction patiently and anxiously. "I saw it in a video. But it was my idea to add the sauce to give it a little spin." He shrugs, his cheeks gaining a pretty pink color the second you make eye contact with him.
"It's delicious," You whisper, licking the rests of sauce from the spoon. Max's eyes glaze over and he forces himself to look away if he actually wants to make it through dinner. "You're such a good cook, Max. If you weren't a racing driver, I'm sure you would've had a restaurant."
Now, Max blushes furiously, the spoon falling from his fingers and on the plate. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes to mind, and you bite your lower lip to stop yourself from laughing at his flustered state.
Max likes it when you jump into his open arms after a good qualifying session or podium celebrations, all happy and giddy as he still tries to shake off the adrenaline.
"You did such a good job!" He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground. He's still pretty much on cloud nine and with you in his arms it can't get any more perfect. "You were flying out there!"
âOh, I wouldnât go that far.â You are not looking at his precious face, but you know heâs blushing for the way his voice falters. Once he puts you down, Max hides his face away by busying himself with getting rid of his champagne-soaked race suit.
His reluctance to accept your compliment doesnât surprise you in the slightest, he always brushes them off. You thought he didn't like it at first, it was really awkward when you started dating and he would ignore you, but as time went on you learned that he just doesn't know how to react to them. His PR training has helped him a lot for when the press and the public in general praise him for his excellent driving and fast reflexes almost every day of his life, but Max still gets flustered when you are the one complimenting him. You love to tease him about it.
Max likes it when you praise him during sex.
Especially when he surrenders himself to you.
"Look at you," You coo at him, the back of your hand caressing his cheek ever so slightly. "being so good for me." Max draws in a sharp breath, your touch burning in the most delicious way even if you're barely doing it.
You press a kiss on his naked shoulder, his smooth and warm skin shining with sweat.
âIâm always good.â He rasps, leaning his head to the side and presenting his neck to you.
You laugh softly, moving away to look into the depths of his ocean blue eyes. âOf course you are.â The smile he gives you makes your heart hammer in your ears.
Max opens his mouth to speak but falls silent as you continue to kiss along his collarbones, running your tongue and creating a path down over his chest, your soft lips making contact with his nipples.
He arches his back when you capture a nub between your teeth, hands grabbing the sheets because he knows he canât touch you unless you allow him to. And heâs good. He wants to be good.
Max bites his bottom lip as you pinch his other nipple with your fingers. Heâs having a hard time trying to stay still, his whole body shivers at your ministration.
âAlways so sensitive.â You say, swiping your thumb over the pebbled flesh. Max only nods, his blushed face twisted in pleasure. âSuch a good boy, uh?â
You lift your skirt up to straddle his hips, sitting just above his hard cock, still tucked away in his trousers.
âYou did such a good job today.â You say, rocking your hips and planting your hands on his stomach. Max groans, shaking his head. âWhat was that?â
âIt was,â He sighs, closing his eyes to try and regain some control over his body, but heâs sensitive and can feel your slick dripping over his clothed cock. âIt was awful today.â
You tsk, nodding your approval. âIt was.â His face falls for a moment, expression somber. âThey donât deserve you, not at all.â His eyes shine again, just like that. âYouâre practically doing everything by yourself, isnât that right?â
âY-yes.â His knuckles are white from gripping the sheets trying to follow your earlier instructions, so you take pity on him. Your touch is soft as you take his hands and place them on your waist, and Max doesnât waste a second on gripping you so hard you know youâll have bruises the size of his hands tomorrow. The mere thought of walking around with his bruises makes you clench around nothing.
âNo one is doing it like you, Max.â You purr his name, and his eyes roll to the back of his head.
Max lets out a low groan, hips thrusting up with force. He needs release. He needs you.
âPlease.â He whispers, and you lower yourself to be at the same level, lips grazing his.
âWhat do you need?â
âPlease,â He says again, almost whining. âPlease.â
âYou need to use your words. I donât know what your please means, Max.â You pinch his nipple and he gasps, tilting his head.
His pupils are blown wide when he opens his eyes to look directly into yours. âI want â please I want you to ride me.â His voice breaks in a moan.
âSee?â You cup his jaw, thumb caressing his bottom lip. âThat wasnât so hard.â
Maxâs mind is blank except for thoughts of you. You on top of him. You taking care of him. You fucking him. You, you, you.
You use his chest for support as you help him get rid of his trousers and your skirt. Now, both of you are completely naked and Max canât fight the moan that slips from his lips when he feels the heat of your cunt against his hard and leaking cock. Itâs painful.
Max gazes down and his mouth waters. The thought of laying you down and claiming his favorite spot between your legs to taste you is almost enough to send him over the edge.
You trail your hand down his chest, not breaking eye contact, not wanting to miss any of his reactions. Like the way his entire face twist in pleasure, his eyebrows furrowing and his mouth hanging open, when you wrap your hand around his cock.
Max still has a little of self control but itâs exhausting, he doesnât know how much he can actually take before reaching his limit and spilling his seed. And he doesnât want to waste it. He wants to come inside of you, wants to fill you up and stay there. So he says it.
And you shudder in response. Youâre soaking wet, so itâs enough to not need prep, even though Max is big and he loves to prep you for it; you want it to hurt today, you want to be sore and feel him all day.
You guide his cock with trembling hands, feeling the tip fighting its way into your cunt.
You place both hands on his chest as he grips your hips as his life depends on it. You sink down on him, adjusting and pressing down slowly. It is torture for Max, you see it in the way his jaw tenses and sweat coats in his forehead. But he doesnât protest, he takes everything you give him in silence.
âYou feel,â You gasp at the sensation of finally having him deep inside of you. Max tosses his head back when he feels you clench around him. âso,â He moans louder, bucking his hips into you as you start riding him, fingernails scrapping his skin. âgood.â
You take him deeper every time you raise your hips, letting yourself fall down hard, your clit grinding against his skin and making you moan loudly.
Max is mesmerized by the view.
And Max really doesnât know where to look. If your contorted face and mouth open, moans and praises falling from your lips mixing with the squelching sounds of your cunt. Or your breast bouncing with every move. Or the connection between your bodies, how his cock disappears inside of you over and over again, driving him closer to the edge.
âFucking me so good,â You start babbling, and Max knows youâre close to your orgasm.
He pulls you down against him and starts thrusting into you with urgency. You tuck your head against his neck and sink your teeth into his skin, marking him. Claiming him.
His cock digs deep inside, the tip rubbing against that sensitive spot that makes you tremble and see stars behind your eyelids.
Max reaches his climax with loud moans and calls of your name. He fills you up and continues to fuck his seed into you until your whole body goes still and the whole world cease to exist except for you and him.
Max doesnât pull out until heâs certain youâve taken every last drop. It is only when it gets cold and you want to cuddle under the blankets that you move off him, his pout at not having your weight on top of him making you giggle.
âDid so good.â You whisper, not recognising your own broken voice. âMy sweet boy.â
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On the Defence | LN4
Part 2 of Off Time
Ships : Lando Norris x F1 Presenter! Reader
Genre : Angst, Fluff
Subtags : She fell first; He fell harder, Misunderstanding, Mutual Pinning, Groveling
A/N : Dude this was supposed to be just a two part story đ Lmao be ready for a mini series folks!
Summary : You have pursued Lando's affection, yet he doesn't seem interested. Till your patience wavers and Lando realizes it too late. Will there be a right time for the two of you?
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Lando was used to being at the top of the world. To be always at the fastest speed possible. He was hard-wired to be quick both on track and off track, his pace in life had never had the chance to just slow down and appreciate the small things in life.
Until he lost you. Lando had never noticed how big of an impact youâve made in his life. The small gestures you made that went unnoticed till it was gone. The minuscule moments with you that seemed to be irrelevant, Lando now craved.
It started with tea and snacks.
âUh, John⊠the tea tastes weird. Also, I liked the old biscuits better, why did you change them?â Lando said disappointed, as he examined what was in front of him. The tea was way off like it was watered down yet still unbelievably bitter. And the biscuits⊠Lando couldnât explain it really, it just felt like it lacked ⊠love. If that made sense
Lando then set his eyes on his manager, still disgruntled.
John popped his head into the driverâs room, surveying what the Brit was moaning about.
âOh, that. Yeah, Y/N stopped sending stocks of the tea ⊠last race was our last batch and when Y/N came by she didnât drop off any cookies for you this timeâ John answered, sending a rueful smile.
Landoâs attention was suddenly caught at the sound of your name. You were the one who sent the tea? Lando had always thought that McLaren was the one to make the effort to supply his favorite tea.
Now the knowledge that it was you, made his heart speed up and his stomach flutteredâ but then it came crashing down like a glass house instantly when Lando realized past tense⊠it was past tensed. You no longer did that for him.
âWait. What do you mean by not dropping any for me? Did Y/N give her cookies to someone here?â Lando had fully processed what John had said.
âYeah, I saw her come by early this morning with cookies in the lobby and Oscar came to get herâ John uttered casually as he checked his schedule looking through Landoâs calendar.
Landoâs heart then fell to his stomach. The worst suddenly came into his mind. You and Oscar? When did that happen? He knew that he was jumping to conclusions, but he couldnât help it. He may have been blind to your beauty and brilliance, but he knew that others were not. How can they not? You were the sunshine in the storm. You were a breath of fresh air in the ethanol-tainted atmosphere of Formula 1.
Then came the overly silent or the overly deafening car rides, there was no in-betweenâthe peace was gone. It was either no sound at all or it was EDM booming in his speakers. You were no longer there to provide a sense of calm, Lando had deeply and truly felt the emptiness that your absence left.
He regretted complaining to Flo and his parents when they insisted that he gave you rides everywhere. Was he an idiot? He thought so now, especially when he recalled always saying âShe can handle herself, why do I need to drive her?â Because now he would give anything to have you sitting on the passenger seat of his car. He used to hate it when you left your hair ties or claw clips in his car, now your hair ties resided in his arm like a bracelet and your hair clips in his bagâ just in case you needed them.
Lando knew that the longer he waited the faster heâd continue to lose you and he saw his chance. The post-race interviews had concluded and Lando was in his car, reversing out of the driverâs only parking lot. Then he saw you typing away at your phone beside the door that connects the building and the parking spaces. Lando saw his opportunity.
The English driver hastily drove his car in front of you, parking beside the curb and making his way towards you.
Your eyes opened wide at the sight of Lando Norris right in front of you, looking fidgety and uncertain, but he looked determined. You didnât know what to do or react, so you waited for him to start.
âY/N! Hi. I didnât see you in the Motorhome after the raceâ Lando started talking trying to act as casual as his speeding heart could muster.
â Uhm, Hi Lando. Yeah⊠I had to finish some paperwork back at Sky ASAP. â You replied, smiling lightly at the driver not having the courage to fully look into his eyes head-on for the entire conversation.
â I get that. Are you heading somewhere? I could drive you if youâd likeâ Lando offered earnestly, hoping that youâll accept. He just needed time alone with you to talk without restrictions.
Lando gauged your reaction that cycled around, shock and contemplation. Till you sighed and declined, distinguishing his hope and continuing to crush his heart.
âThank you for the offer, Lando. But, Osc already promised me a rideâ You gave a pained smile at the English driver. Lando was about to refute when the both of you turned towards the sound of a car horn.
It was Oscar who was waving inside his Artura.
â I got to go, It was nice talking to you Lando,â you said as you proceeded to walk towards the car, not before being stopped by Lando.
Your eyes went towards the hand that held your elbow gently. You then met the sorrowful eyes of the English McLaren driver, catching you off guard.
âY/N can we please talk? Sometime maybe? Iâm sorry ⊠I- I. Please I just need a few minutes of your timeâ Lando was practically begging you, his eyes showing more emotion now than the entire duration youâve known him.
You could only nod, as you detached yourself from the grip of Lando â looking at the defeated driver one last time before entering his teammateâs car right after.
âYou know that Lando wants to fix things with you right?â Oscar nudged your shoulder as he drove away from the circuit.
You could only sigh and close your eyes, your hand running through your hair.
â Osc, I wished I could believe you. It just hurts so much you know? I mean you saw him with Magui right⊠I donât want to step on any toes and make things complicated for themâ You said tired and frustrated. Lando was already too hard to let go, now heâs making it extremely difficult to forget.
âY/N, have you seen her in the paddock recently?â Oscar questioned you further
âWell, no. But that doesnât mean theyâre over. Alex even said that she heard from Kika that theyâre planning to make it serious.â You felt the tears build up, yet you fought it back. You would no longer cry for a boy if you could help it.
âOk, you out of all people should know whatâs credible information or not. Miss journalism, what happened to never fully believing he said - she said?â Oscar was right of course, you loved and hated his logical thinking.
âI know, I know. Itâs just so fucking frustrating⊠can we please eat ice cream. I need sugar pronto!â
âWhatever you say, Poohâ You couldnât help but smile a little at your nickname given by the Australian driver.
âThanks, Pingu,â You said settling further into Oscarâs car. You knew that Oscar allowed you to change the subject but you got what he was saying. Talk to Lando, you will! You didnât know if you were ready just yet.
That was the start of Landoâs starvation for your presence and the start of his spiral of doubt and regret. Because no matter how much he tried, you seemed adamant to avoid him.
âBeautifulâ came into Landoâs mind when he saw you from afar. Every time that you walked passed through, the smell of you lingered in the air â was it your perfume or your shampoo? Lando was not sure, but he loved it nonetheless. Every time you waltzed inside the McLaren Motor home to hang out with his teammate, Lando couldnât help but imagine it was him that you were with, that it was him that you were smiling and rolling your eyes at. Lando wanted back how you used to have that look only for him.
He couldnât help but stop and stare longingly for what mightâve been if he hadnât taken too long.
The times when you were shown in the broadcast during the races â when he knew that he was supposed to be locked in and be focused on the track. Lando canât seem to take his eyes off you.
His parents and sister noticed the change in the driver and they could only look with pity to their son and brother. It seemed that the tables had turned because now it was you who avoided the English Driver at all costs. Every time Lando caught a glimpse of you, you were suddenly turning the other way or you were suddenly busy with who knows what. And the Norrises didnât hold it against youâ No, because they loved you still and they supported your every decision.
Lando couldnât stand the fact that he could only get you to look and talk to him during after-race interviews in the media pen and even then you remained detached and so excruciatingly professional â you no longer joked around and teased the McLaren driver. And it killed him when he saw you so carefree and open to other drivers.
âSo Lando, that was an amazing drive! Congratulations on the P2 by the way. McLaren is showing amazing and consistent results so far, I bet the team feels proud no? And the car has been quick at every track!â Y/N said into the mic with a practiced tone and just the right amount of enthusiasm â just enough for the media and the world not to notice the tension between you and Lando.
Being indifferent was difficult, especially when Lando continued to gauge your attention and tried catching your eyes. And behind those eyes held promise and regret⊠which you only believed was in your imagination. You always thought some things present that werenât there, and this one was only one of them.
You didnât think that Lando was trying his best to make things up to you. No, now to you that seemed impossible. Just keep your distance and everything will be alright and your feelings will pass. Or that was what you keep telling yourself.
âJust the car?â Lando cheekily uttered, biting his lip from nervousness as he tried to make you react or at least get you to joke back. But to his dismay, you remained professional and just proceeded with the calm and cool facade.
âOh, the driver too of course. Anyways, are you feeling optimistic about the next race?â You said to read your question cards, not give anything to Lando.
To Landoâs dismay, your interaction was still not enough but he had to move on as another driver was waiting for their turn. Lando had tried to lengthen his time with you but his PR manager needed to drag him elsewhere. But not quick enough that Lando caught the ears of your next interview.
It was with surprise, surprise⊠Oscar Piastri. Lando knew that he shouldnât be thinking negatively about one of his teammates â a teammate who had never done him wrong. Was he being paranoid? He absolutely was. However, Lando despised how his teammate casually called you by your nickname while you giggled and called him by his.
âAh~ Pooh! Always a pleasure to see you every race weekâŠ. every. single. weekâ
âThanks for the sarcasm, Pinguâ You continued to banter with the Austrian driver clad in papaya.
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Another race week came and you were walking outside the Motorhome of McLaren with Oscar in tow, you were both headed towards Ferrari to meet up with the rest of the Leclerc familyâ Oscar pleaded to join as he said he was an adopted Leclerc. As you walked out the glass door, you felt eyes following your every move. You told this to Oscar, who only shrugged and was clueless as usual.
However, your instincts were right of course, as Lando continued to observe your retreating form. Since when did you start getting comfortable enough to loop your hand around Oscarâs waist? And since when did you let Oscar wrap his arm around your shoulder?
The sinking feeling in Landoâs gut continued to deepen. It felt like a ton of bricks right on his chest, so heavy he couldnât breathe. Was this how you felt when you saw him with other girls? Was this the same feeling you had when he paraded his monthly flings right in front of you? Did he hurt you this much?
He was so preoccupied with thoughts that Lando didnât notice the events around him then suddenly he was moving with the rest of the drivers in the parade car. The rest were paired up, doing their usual routine of gossiping and catching up.
Landoâs eyes surveyed the vehicle as his eyes turned to his teammate talking with Logan and Alex. His eyes then turned to Lewis talking with Charles, a few steps away from him.
âMate, is it true? Is Y/N seeing someone?â Lewis couldnât help but gossip and hear the details of their favorite presenter.
âIâm not sure, but my girl told me that another driver was showing interest in Y/N!â Charles eagerly joined Lewis in this conversation.
As Lando eavesdropped on the 2 Future teammates, his ears piqued when he heard your name. Then his breath staggered and his ears rang when he heard what the 2 race winners said.
Lando didnât care if he was rude, as he barged into their conversation with a huff.
âWho is it? Itâs Oscar right?â Lando pressingly asked as his jaw clenched, teeth gritting with force a glare piercing the Australian.
Both drivers were surprised by Landoâs suddenly intense intrusion. They were even more perplexed at his sudden interest in you. When did Lando start caring about you?
âUh, no? I asked Alexandra if it was Oscar since they have been close these days⊠but she said it was another driverâ Charles answered
It was then that Lando admitted fully that he was a jealous man, seeing or even just thinking of you interacting with another man that held an interest in you made his blood curdle.
Lando needed to do something and fast. Even If you werenât talking to him now, he needed others to know that you were off limits. Lando knew just how to do that.
He took his phone and dialed
âJohn set me an appointment with Hermes. I need an order for a customized Birkinâ
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toji never celebrates his birthday and thus learned to treat it as any other regular day. well, until you came into the picture and did the unexpected.
âïžïœtags. dom!toji fushiguro x female reader. smut mixed with fluff & sprinkle of angst. implied age gap (reader early 20âs, toji late 20âs /early 30âs) implied size difference, p in v -> unprotected, cowgirl position, toji actually being a soft dom kinda, praise mixed with tiny bit of degradation, slight corruption kink, dirty talk / teasing, biting, creampie, reader gets called âprincess, little girl \\ pretty, innocent, small'. not beta read. happy bday hubby!
âi told ya â fuck jusâ like that â not to buy or do anythinâ for me on mâbirthday.â tojiâs head lolls back against the pillow while his rough palms explore every inch of your gorgeous body. the word âbirthdayâ rolls off his tongue in a bitter manner. the assassin never celebrates that dreadful day, as he calls it.
heâs never found it to be worth remembering. his family couldnât care less about that day when he was a child, so why would he?
but, that changed when you came into his life. toji flinched when he heard a loud âpop!â sound upon opening the front door to his apartment. he was used to those noises being one of danger and thus swiftly reached for the spare weapon in his pocket. . . only to notice you standing behind the door with a party popper and a homemade cake.
the older man froze in place for a good few seconds, though was quick to realise the situation and relax. after the initial shock died down, you excitedly dragged him off to the living room to show him the presents you bought.
toji's first reflex was to scold you for spending money on him. he had never gotten anything for his birthdayâit was weird to finally receive something from someone who actually cares for him. it somehow made him feel guilty as well. was he worth spending money on?
tojiâs impressed reactions when unwrapping the presents showed you exactly how foreign the moment was to him: heâs never opened any gifts before. that much was even more evident after witnessing his inexperience in peeling off the tape from the boxes.
eventually, after opening around seven gifts, toji got to unwrap his final present. the present which was you.
the way you innocently yet seductively whispered words of affection in his ears made his mind go blank. even if it were simple âi love youâs and âhappy birthdayâ wishes. the red dress you had on and how your figure looked in it made everything ten times more sexual to the assassin. anything after that was a complete blur. his body moved on its own and yours followed right after until you finally landed on top of him â riding him.
tojiâs half-lidded eyes couldnât get enough of the sight he's witnessing. maybe his birthday wasn't such a bad day after all; the loving memories you're currently creating would surely outbalance the negative ones.
you shake your head at tojiâs earlier sentence and tighten your grip on his shoulders, nails lightly digging into his skin and leaving faint red marks. you almost canât talk due to the overexertionâyour hips continuously rising and falling back down for the sake of your lover, âi- mph, wanted to get you all those things. you deserve them, toji.â
the view of your small body trying its hardest to not give in to its need of an orgasm made the assassin dizzy. his large hands settle on your waist and his eyes watch your every move from behind his black bangs. toji silently hisses as he feels your tight cunt clenching around him, â. . . f-shit. easy there.â
your pretty face is his weakness. especially when your usual innocent look gets replaced by one filled with carnal desire. toji can easily get off to the idea of him having that effect on youâhis words, body, looks and actions that corrupted your every being in intimate moments like these.
âsuch a sweet thing,â the dark-haired man coos, brushing the stray locks of hair away from your face with his index finger. his other hand rubs up and down your inner thigh, each time getting dangerously closer to your clit, though never getting a single touch in. the scarred corner of his lips twitch in an amused grin at your whines, âoh? want me to touch you there, princess? that what ya want?â
you nod without a second thought. you were trying your best to hold out for as long as your body allowed it â desperately wanting to reach your climax at the same time toji was going to â but the idea seems impossible the longer this continued.
your boyfriend grins smugly, raising his eyebrows before entirely removing his hands from your body. his arms rest behind his head as he reverts to simply enjoying the view of you riding him so well. toji can never not be mean to you. your little pouts only drive him to tease you more and more, âhm, well, ya see - i thought you were gonna spoil me today, not the other way around.â
ât-toji! tha's mean. . .â you huff, bottom lip trembling. your arms circle his neck and your upper body leans forward to rest against his chiseled chest. you stop your hip thrusts and instead grind against his pelvis, trying to stimulate your clit on your own.
toji clicks his tongue, but figured it was best to leave you be. he didn't want to be too rough on you today - you had been nothing but sweet to him the entire night. you had blessed him with his first, proper birthday experience as well.
âaww, my little girl âs pouting,â the older man snickers and his hands return to their place. he allows you to grind against him, the sensations being amazing for him as well. the tip of his cock almost reaches your cervix from the current angle and your bodily fluids smear all over his thighs and lower abdomen, âshh shh, âtis alright.â
your needy whines and moans are music to his ears. toji rubs your lower back and pats your ass every now and then, squeezing the soft flesh gently just to hear another whimper spill from your lips. there was no way you could hold back now. especially when your bodies were rubbing together and you could feel tojiâs defined abs and hardened muscles underneath you.
âtoji - nngh - can i? wan' â wanna cum.â your small hands tighten their grip around his broad shoulders. you earn a low, breathy chuckle from your lover. the increasing sensations in his lower stomach were an indication to how close he was to his orgasm as well. he wasnât going to deny you any further.
toji sighs in content and presses a soft kiss to your temple, thumb rubbing your cheek gently. it was a rare occurence to see that vulnerable and affectionate look in his piercing green eyes. the little smile plastered on his face only added to the soft and intimate atmosphere.
. . . well, toji wouldnât be toji if he wasnât going to add catch you off guard in any way or form. your eyes widen and your body jolts forward as he suddenly starts putting work inâhis hips ramming into yours from below, the skin-to-skin sounds resonating throughout the room once again. it was like the wind got knocked out of you for a good second, âfuck! w-wait, toji! tojitojitoji!â
the older man holds tightly onto you â cradling you in his arms as he lightly lifts your hips to have free reign over the pace and movements of your two bodies â thrusting up into you over and over. he lets out a series of small, silent groans as he feels his climax nearing;
âshit, yeah - âm gonna stuff this pussy of yârs full, princess.â toji's callused fingers curl around your hip bones, using them as leverage to increase the intensity of his thrusts, âthink you can take it all?â
you mewl and nod again and again. youâre on the brink of tears when the waves of pleasure reach their peak. your eyes roll back and your body convulses, legs shaking and squirming during those few seconds of pure bliss. your adorable babble in the form of tojiâs name was all your lover needed to push him over the edgeâ
âfuck. âm gonna cum,â toji groans and firmly bites your shoulder to hold back any more noises when he finally decided to let go. a choked sob leaves your lips the instant you feel the hot spurts of cum seeping into your senstive cunt. the older man continues to thrust in and out sloppily, riding out his orgasm and fucking his cum deeper into you at the same time, âso good â i love you sâmuch.â
you smile exhaustedly at the love confession from your boyfriend. tojiâs grip on you loosens up after he completely emptied his balls deep inside your cunt, his jaw finally unclenching. he plants a few wet kisses along the bite marks on your shoulder in attempt to soothe the pain.
you catch your breath as you rest on top of toji's body. he didn't put the slightest effort into pulling out of you â even as a tiny puddle of your mixed juices stains his skin.
âi love you too, toji,â you reply and earn another lazy kiss to your forehead. he rubs the back of your head and massages your plush thighs in a tender manner. nothing could make this moment even more perfect, you thought to yourself.
you smile as you pull your head back to look into tojiâs eyes. he was already looking at you â admiring your gorgeous looks as you basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking. you capture his lips in a delicate kiss, âhappy birthday.â
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Could you write an Anthony Bridgerton x wife!reader fic? They are newly weds and the reader wishes to pamper Anthony while he is bathing. Heâs a bit cautious about it at first because he is not used to such affection. Thank youu I love your writing a lot especially the truth or dare fic.
In Your Hands (Anthony Bridgerton x Wife!Reader)
A/N: First of all, thank you so much! And I hope you like this. Thanks for sending this ask in, luckily I was already toying with a few Bridgerton ideas thanks to the new trailers so this came surprisingly easy.
Also, if any of you guys enjoy my work, or just feel like it, then consider buying me a cup of coffee here: https://ko-fi.com/ithebookhoarder âïž
Warnings: Nudity references, the start of sexy-times, alcoholÂ
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Anthony was someone who hated routine. After all, as much as he was devoted to the day to day duties that came with being the head of his family, if he had his way he would escape the city and the ton, choosing instead the peace and tranquility offered by the countryside, at Aubrey Hall. He dreamed of being able to be just a brother, son and - as of recently - a husband.Â
Only married a few months, your new husband was keen to seize each and every opportunity to escape his duties when they appeared - whether it was sneaking off for long rides in the countryside, or making an early exit from whatever social gathering you both had been forced to attend as the new Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton; Whatever allowed you both to be alone and back in one anotherâs arms (usually sans clothes) as soon as possible, was a good idea to him.Â
It was no surprise then, that there was one part of his daily routine that Anthony actually relished: bathing.Â
Oh, yes. There was little more in the world that could bring your fully-grown husband such child-like joy as being able to soak in a tub of steaming hot water for an hour or two. The sight always made you smile as you entered your bedroom: Anthony, half asleep, looking as if the stress had physically melted away.Â
It was your favourite sight - and not just because of the exquisite view it granted you of his sculpted form - but because of how calm and peaceful he looked. It was as if he had transformed back into the mischievous and carefree boy youâd first fallen in love with all those years ago. Back when your only concerns had been not tripping on your skirt at your presentation, making sure you were actually asked to dance at a ball, and surviving the social season without embarrassing your family or getting yourself roped into some scandal.Â
Whilst you knew neither you nor Anthony would ever change a single thing about your life together, you knew it came with a cost. In fact, today it had been enduring hours of talks with local tenants, the familyâs book keeper, estate managers, and even several possible suitors looking to secure some kind of marriage contract with one of his younger sisters. (Youâd been informed by several members of the household staff that those meetings had been remarkably swift, however, with each unfortunate man looking rather dejected as they were shown from the house).Â
If youâd been able to spare him the pain or share his burden you would have, but unfortunately youâd been occupied with matters of your own. Being the lady of such a grand estate came with duties of its own, and you were quite done looking over seating arrangements, replying to correspondence, and paying social calls for one day. Â
Still, at least youâd both survived to tell the tale - no wonder Anthony looked half asleep. Then again, maybe it had something to do with the open bottle of whiskey that sat on the table beside the tub. You knew without looking at the label which bottle it was, having smuggled it out of the library yourself to enjoy together.Â
âAnthony Bridgerton!â A fake gasp of horror escaped your lips as you appeared in the doorway, a hand pressed to your chest. âYou are a sneak and a traitor. That whiskey was for me too, you know.â
âAnd a good evening to you too, my love. Never fear, thereâs plenty to share,â he teased, head relaxed, tipped backward as he took a sip from the glass in his hand. Your eyes were transfixed on the hollow of his throat, watching his Adamâs apple bob as he swallowed. âBesides, I would apologise but I simply couldnât wait a minute longer. Not when I couldnât feel my back from sitting at that desk all afternoon.â
The moan that escaped his lips was almost sinful as he sank a little lower in the water. Â
âWell, youâre forgiven. You look far too content for me to even dream of being mad,â you sighed, drawing close and perching on the rim of the tub. Anthony handed over the whiskey glass with a soft smile, letting you take a sip of your own before you placed it back onto the table.Â
You could feel the warmth seep into your bones immediately, even if that was also likely in part to your proximity to the tub and your naked husband.Â
âDo you want me to wash your hair?â
Anthonyâs eyebrows rose at the question, the surprise written across his face. âWhat?â
âYou heard me,â you teased, reaching up to run your fingers through the soft strands of hair atop his head. âI can wash your hair, and get your back for you. Unless youâd rather do it yourself, or I can ring for someone?â
âWhat? No, thatâs uh, thatâs not necessary,â he chuckled, visibly flustered - which was amusing and perplexing. After all, it wasnât as if you two hadnât seen and touched every single inch of the other in the weeks since your wedding. However, he looked almost confused at the idea that you would offer such a thing. âYou donât have to do that.â
âBut I want to,â you soothed. âLet me take care of you, for once. Husband.â
It was probably below the belt to purr his title like that, but you knew how that one little word had the power to reduce the great Viscount Bridgerton to a puddle. That, along with the warmth of the water and the buzz of the whiskey, made him almost pliant to your every whim. Still, you knew him well enough to recognise the lingering hesitation in his eyes as he nodded in agreement.Â
He very rarely let his guard down or allowed anyone to assist him in any way. You sometimes believed that had the servants not been dependant upon their work to make a living that Anthony would have dismissed them long ago and tried to run the entire estate single handedly just to prove he could. That he was worthy of the title he bore, and that he was every bit as great a man, brother, and husband as his father.Â
It appeared he was the same way when it came to letting himself be taken care of and it made your heart ache for the man you loved.Â
Pressing a triumphant kiss to his lips, you swiftly manoeuvred yourself, pulling up a stool and grabbing a jug from the dresser. Â
âJust relax⊠trust me,â you murmured, waiting until he did as he was bid. The gesture alone said volumes, more so than any words ever could.Â
Waiting until his eyes were shut, you reached for the soap, tilting his head against your chest as you began to massage the mixture into his scalp. Yet again, your husband seemed to transform into a cat, purring with every touch in a way that made it suddenly very difficult to resist the urge to strip off and join your husband in the water instead.Â
âEnjoying yourself?â You giggled as Anthony barely managed more than a groan in reply.Â
It was taking every ounce of your self control to focus your attentions solely on Anthony, and not on the way his body seemed to be reacting to your ministrations. Thankfully, you were able to last long enough to finish the job, using the jug to rinse the water through his hair, making sure to angle his head upwards so the water ran off him instead of into his eyes.Â
But you were only human; the minute you were done washing the last suds from his scalp you made your move. Sliding off the stool, you knelt beside him and reached out to caress his cheek, causing him to open his eyes almost sleepily. Leaning forward you planted a soft, delicate kiss to his lips, causing him to groan in response.
Without saying a word, his hands rose, twisting their way into your hair as he deepened his kiss. It was clear what he wanted next.Â
âNow, wife,â he growled, pulling back just long enough to reach down and tug teasingly at the tie of your dress-robe. You could feel the warmth of his touch as his wet body began to dampen the material. âI think itâs your turn to let me take care of you⊠so youâd better get in here, before I drag you in here.â
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đȘHocus Pocusđ§č
đ Halloween - Astro Observations đ
~In life there are bitches, there are snitches,
but there is nothing as good as WITCHES~
đ Libra Moon/Venus/Mercury have a soft love language. They often like to share the same love language as other people
â ïž Scorpio Rising in your solar return chart can indicate a year where you will experience rebirth/death themes in your life, something is leaving, and something new is coming
đ» Placements in the 9th house deserve the 'witch' title since it is the house of magic and occult, moon/pluto, or venus in the 9th house can give witch vibes
đ€ 10th or 6th hosue ruler in the 9th hosue can make a job out of magic/spirituality even occult, tarot readers, astrologers and spiritual gurus can share these placements
đ Earth Moons and Rising fit the 'green witch' archetype, healing witch, herbal witch, using plants and nature in your power
â€ïž To fire risings, how they look plays a big role in their personality and the way they show themselves to the world. Fire Risings always love to present themselves
đ For Air Risings and Mercury, their personality can be enchanting, air rules over communication and expression. They're the ones with a cool personality
đŻ Pluto aspecting Sun or Ascendant can give you the aura or vibe of a villain. Even if that's not what you are, people can perceive it that way
đ§č I love it when people associate Capricorn with endings because that's what Saturn is all about. Where you have Capricorn in your chart is something you need to end
đȘ Sometimes, the 4th house ruler in the 9th house or 8th house can indicate that family members were also practicing witchcraft but also losing family members (if it is connected with the 8th house)
đâ⏠Pluto Dominants have the luck of a black cat, always perceived the wrong way, always in the negative yet powerful energy
đž I observed Scorpio Moons really love to keep it all for themselves, which is so common among the Scorpio Placements, so secretive
đ«¶đŒ Mercury in the 12th house can be a very spooky placement manifesting as hearing, seeing, or sensing entities/ghosts, etc. It's a haunted house placement
đ€ Mercury in the 8th house or Mercury in Scorpio can be recognized by their deep/ gloomy voices, can posses a raspy voice
đ Those born on the last quarter of the moon (moon phase) nay have the tendency to cling up the past, especially when they're afraid to change for the better
đ«Š Sun in the 10th house natives make sure to always be seen in a good light, and thats how they gain attention. Those people who never do wrong, to an extent they don't want ppl to see that
đ» Sun in the 3rd, 5th, or 11th house natives love to do crafts or creative things such as DIY because they always find something creative to do
𩶠Mercury aspecting Venus natives can be into finding other people's voice attractive/sensual/magnetic
đ Pluto x Mercury aspects possess a very dark and deep humor. Making jokes not everyone gets/ understands
đč Aries Placements, but especially Risings and Mars love to play the dominant card even though deep down they like when they're more soft with others
đŸ Juno in the 5th spouse can share the same talents as you, sharing similar childhoods, similar view of a relationship
đ©” Sagittarius Juno all the way up standing there beside Aquarius Juno for having different relationships rather than a traditional one (my fav Juno placements)
đ€Ź Malefics in the 3rd house like Saturn, Pluto, or Mars can influence the native to be more harsh in their talk, communication, and self - expression
đ Moon in the 1st house can make your face, especially the cheeks, more prominent and overall a very shiny skin
đâ⏠Pluto in your 11th house can give a dark energy in the way ppl see you. You can affect them deeply, they will not get you out of their heads
𩶠Saturn in the 7th house [If it's retrogade] can indicate more lessons in the area of relationships, spouse, the downfall of a slow relationship (you can't stop the tears from falling down..lol)
đȘ Saturn aspecting the Venus natives sometimes expects the worst in a relationship/situationship to happen. Overthinking if they're good enough
đ Water Risings and Moons, telling their feelings early in a relationship matters a lot. They want their partners to feel the same things as them
đ You can find a comfort place in people who have their 4th house sign in the same sign as your 1st house
đ If both partners share the same Chiron Sign, they'll share the same wounds, pain, and suffering, but at the same time, they will heal the same wound
đą Natives who will have their 9th house sign in the same sign as your Sun will want to teach you. They will want to share the same values with you
â°âźđââŻđȘâ°âźđââŻ
Halloween in my opinion will always have its magic, It doesn't matter how you celebrate, whether with horror movies, sweets or decorations, it's important to keep it in the heart.
I hope you had an amazing October month from the first to the last day!! đđđȘ
By: @harmoonix đđȘ October 2024!!!
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ron weasley did not
come to privet drive to rescue harry from his abusive home after he hadnât been replying to any of his letters and he was worried
almost back out of following the spiders bc theyâre his biggest fear, but upon seeing hermioneâs empty seat at dinner, find the courage to go
defend hermione from any and everyone who called her a mudblood
constantly worry about hermioneâs workload (especially in 3rd year) and notice that whenever she disappeared
offer to teach hermione his entire family tree so that she could pretend to be pure blood to keep her safe from death eaters
defend harry to everyone (percy, seamus, half the school) when everyone thought he was lying about voldemortâs return
stand up on his broken leg in front of harry and say that âif you want to kill harry, youâll have to kill us first!â to what they believed to be a raving lunatic mass murderer
gift dobby his newest weasley jumper and the new socks he got given for christmas
stand up against snape when he was bullying hermione (and got a detention as a result)
beg the deatheaters who were torturing hermione to âleave her alone!! take [him], have [him] instead!â
always check up on his friends when he notices something is up, even if itâs in subtle ways
immediately befriend harry on the train in ps and teach him about the wizarding world
write to charlie immediately so he could help hagrid out of trouble (re the dragon, norbert)
encourage neville to stand up to people, and praise him when he actually does it
help harry put on his pajamas after he broke his arm during quidditch
have to be physically restrained from attacking malfoy after he said he wished hermione had died in cos
worry about harryâs preoccupation with the mirror of erised and how it was affecting him
remind hermione to eat her meals and get a good nightâs sleep when sheâs studying 24/7 for their owl exams
display acute levels of emotional intelligence in the way he interacts with harry and hermione, essentially being the glue that keeps them all together
get splinched almost in half, lose blood and suffer agonising pain but seem more worried about the cattermoles and whether or not they were okay
realise his mistakes & own up to them, acknowledging his role in certain falling outs (especially in deathly hallows)
be genuinely hilarious and fun, and lighten the load in everyone elseâsâ lives with the humour he brings to
write to his mother in ps asking her to give harry presents too because he doesnât think heâll received any
go to the department of mysteries to help harry without a second a thought
go on the run with harry to hunt for horcruxes without a second thought
run to hermioneâs aid when malfoy hits her with a nasty hex outside snapeâs classroom and take her to the hospital wing
help hermione with buckbeakâs appeal, spending hours upon hours reading up on the case
extend the first olive branch after fighting with hermione because of scabberâs âdeathâ and apologising, after which she then apologises too
demand to re-try out for the position of keeper on the quidditch team because he wanted to earn it himself with no favouritism or help
choose to stay on the quidditch team despite the bullying from the slytherin team and his nerves about his flying ability
stand up to malfoy at every opportunity, when he was insulting him, but more importantly, insulting his family & his friends
save harryâs life in dh by pulling him out of the lake, and then kill the horcrux
remember the houseelves during the battle of hogwarts and worry about their safety
continue to admire and adore his older twin brothers despite the fact that they were sometimes cruel to him
become almost annoyingly protective of his little sister (ESPECIALLY after the diary situation)
single-handedly out smart and escape five armed and deadly snatchers
try his best to overcome his insecurities and feelings of being overlooked, in order to support the people around him
sacrifice himself without a second thought during the chess game in ps because he knew harryâs survival was more important than his
for yâall to speak on him the way you do. calling him cruel, evil, selfish etc??? open your fucking eyes
#ron weasley#ron weasleyâs defence lawyer#harry potter#hp#ron x harry#hermione x ron#romione#ronald bilius weasley#weasley family#hp thoughts
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TWST PARENTS! Howl, Zigvolt and Viper!!
â ïžâ ïžFirst of all, I must warn you that these designs may change in the future, either because the game presented us with the official designs, or just because I really wanted to change... Or I could reuse these designs for these characters!â ïžâ ïž Given that warning...
Guys, gals, and non-binary pals. I present to you, the Howl, Zigvolt, and Viper families!
The Howl family, a close-knit and unique family in a way. Whether it's because of their personalities that always seem to clash but at the same time get along so easily.... Or because the children always seem to get into some adventure that may or may not be dangerous. Even Jack has a history of always getting into trouble as a child, something that he tries to prevent from happening to his younger siblings (and ends up failing a few times). Jack's family is extremely welcoming to travelers who visit Shaftland!... Or rather, Jack's mother is the most welcoming and charismatic of the small family nucleus, always appearing to be in a good mood, and is a peacemaker whenever things start to get out of hand. Jack's father is extremely suspicious of anyone outside the family, a typical lone wolf personality (something that Jack ended up inheriting), but he also ends up being the one who spoils his children the most... Okay, so Jack is no longer a little kid, but that won't stop him! He is also the one who ends up dealing most easily with his children's crises, especially Jack's younger brother, who now seems to be in a rebellious phase, and his younger sister who wants to be closer to her siblings... Sometimes it is complicated, but it is good that he has a loving wife who is by his side to help him.
Ah yes, the Zigvolt family⊠Now that's a family that always seems to be involved in something unbelievable. We don't even need to comment on the scandal that occurred when Sebek's mother decided to marry a human, nothing that would really change the young Zigvolt's mind, or even the shock when Baul's wife was the first to bless the couple's union! No one expected a fae like her to be the first to defend the couple, but those close to her already suspected that she had an affection for humans. After all, she also demanded that Lilia share the stories of his travels, whether in person or by letter (how she found out where he was is a mystery to this day)⊠Also, she was the one who helped Baul be less⊠extreme, against them, in a way. The wedding was a big event that caught the attention of many people in the kingdom, much to Baul's dismay, who wanted it to be something more private, just between family and a few close friends⊠But he couldn't hold back the tears when he saw his daughter's happiness. Sebek and his siblings ended up spending a lot of time with their grandparents, and with that, the olderbrother and sister ended up inheriting a bit of their grandmother's playful and bold personality. And whenever they can, they end up teasing the youngest in different ways, saying that he is too serious for his age, or that he has to quickly get out of this rebellious phase against his own father (nothing extremely serious, they just do this so that their brother can enjoy this new phase of his life).
The Vipers have a complicated history... Mrs. Viper was born and raised within the walls of the Asim mansion, so a lot of the things she was taught ended up, in one way or another, affecting her relationship with her children. She loves them more than anything in the world but... Some teachings are too hard to forget. Mr. Viper has worked at the Asim mansion since childhood, and ended up getting close to and falling in love with the young Viper and, despite all her warnings, he decided to get married and carry the burden of the Viper name alongside his beloved. Promising himself that he would do everything to bring some happiness to his children and his wife. The dance was something that Mrs. Viper insisted on becoming a family tradition, whether on special occasions like birthdays or as a way to help everyone understand and express themselves. Mr. Viper created a small tradition of doing everyone's hair almost every day, were to teach his children how to do more elaborate hairstyles,to talk about everything or nothing to relax or whether to comfort them after a hard day⊠Even in difficult times, the Viper family is very loyal to themselves, always looking out for each other's safety even if it costs them their own, whether in a direct or indirect way.
AND MORE FAMILIES DONE!! And I'm still going to draw pictures of other members of the TWST families, so please bear with me a little⊠I'm going as fast as I can! đ
I took a long time with the designs again and I got carried away with the drawingsâŠđ
And... Can you tell I'm not good at creating clothes? Anyway! I hope you enjoy them, and feel free to share your headcanons! <3
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst parents#jack howl#twst jack howl#sebek zigvolt#twst sebek zigvolt#jamil viper#twst jamil viper#najma viper#twst najma viper#baul zigvolt#baur zigvolt#!kah art#WELL HELLO MORE TWST FAMILIES#Hope you like them :D#im dead#i did to mUCH DRAWINGS HOLY MOLY#Please ignore the Howl family sweater prints#I didn't know what to put there
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Wait, I was reading your posts and came across something I've found confusing. How is Adrien asking Ladybug wth she is doing in Volpina a bad thing? From Adrien's perspective, Ladybug's a celebrity tracking down a middle schooler with zero clout and humiliating her for lying about meeting her before. That's, uh yeah? Imagine if that happened irl lmao. Millions of teenage girls would perish at 1D's hands. My middle school would be a horror story. And it's made clear multiple times in the episode that her motivation is jealousy. It's one of the few episodes where the lesson Marinette gets makes sense I think, because she was genuinely spiteful in shitting on this random girl in front of her crush. That's significantly different than Ladybug just asking for a retraction from the Ladyblog. It's also one of the few times when Adrien's celebrity background actually affects how he acts, and it makes sense that Marinette doesn't make the connection between superhero=celebrity=not allowed to scream at middleschoolers in public. If half the kids in her school didn't lie about meeting Ladybug before, my suspension of disbelief is gone.
I've seen this argument before and it makes no sense to me, especially in the context of the lie that Lila actually told and the way the Lila confrontation actually goes down. A lot of people who have this take seem to think that Lila's lie was, "Ladybug saved me," and that Ladybug made a big public confrontation which is not what canon actually gave us. The confrontation was done in a mostly private setting and, while we never see Lila's full Ladyblog interview, this is how Ladybug sums up the interview in Volpina:
Ladybug:(sarcastically) Well hey Lila! How's it going? Long time no see. I saw your interview on the Ladyblog, awesome job. Oh sure! I remember our instant connection when I saved your life and we've been really good friends ever since! Practically BFF's! Uh actually, when did I save your life again, Lila? I don't recall. Oh yes! Of course, now I remember. Never! And we're not friends either! Miss Show-Off here was trying to impress you and everyone around her.
Lila didn't just lie about meeting Ladybug, she lied about having an ongoing, close relationship with Ladybug, two very different things. And Ladybug isn't just a celebrity, she's a superhero who is fighting an active terrorist. If I had to rewrite this confrontation, I'd keep it pretty much the same and just change the "Miss Show-Off" line to something like:
Miss Show-Off here was trying to impress you and everyone around her, putting herself and all of you at major risk! You know that Hawkmoth would do anything to get these, right? (gestures at her earrings) Did you even stop to think about what he'd do if he learned the identity of my supposed best friend? Of course not. You were too busy trying to look cool to stop and think things through like an actual superhero! We keep our identities and relationships secret for a reason!
Is this the kindest, most gentle way to confront someone like Lila? No, but it's very in character for Marinette to be filled with righteous fury when she sees someone using her name for their own personal gain. I really can't blame her for getting incredibly angry at this total stranger presenting herself as a Ladybug authority and using that authority to manipulate Marinette's friends. As I've said before, take away the crush complication and Marinette's actions still make total sense to me.
I'm not a huge proponent of virtue ethics. That's the idea that you need proper motivation for an act to be morally justified. If you do the right thing for the wrong reason, then the act is bad no matter how good the results and vice versa. If you view the world that way, then sure, you could possibly argue that Marinette's actions were wrong just like you can also argue that Gabriel's actions were totally fine, but I don't view the world that way. Switch Marinette's motivation from jealousy and a little righteous fury to pure righteous fury and almost nothing changes. She'd still need to confront Lila, the words would just be a little different.
It's not like this confrontation stops Lila, either. Chameleon gives us this:
Lila: (in flashback) Not only did Ladybug save my life, we've become very close friends. Marinette: She lies with every breath. Nino: Wait. You eavesdropped on Lila and Adrien? That's not cool. Alya: A good reporter always verifies her sources. Can you prove she doesn't actually know Ladybug?
Quick mini rant before I give the next Chameleon quote: this isn't how verifying your sources works, Alya! You should be verifying that Lila does know Ladybug, not the other way around! Right now, Marinette and Lila have equal authority on the topic as far as you know and there is no evidence to support either claim, so you should be looking for proof that Lila isn't lying! Proof isn't a first come, first serve problem even though a lot of people fall into that trap. This is especially true since Lila goes on to make claims like this:
Lila: Of course Ladybug saved my life. She never misses an opportunity to rescue her best friends. Max: Didn't your tinnitus give you vertigo when you went up the Eiffel Tower? Lila: Oh no. Ladybug knows me so well that she brought me an earplug to stick in my right ear.
So Lila keeps right on lying about her relationship with Ladybug, presenting them as close friends, making it even harder for me to get on the "Marinette was in the wrong for privately confronting Lila" train. If anything, Marinette was too tame! She needed to go full scorched earth and have Alya post a public retraction that included a message about the dangers of claiming to be personal friends with someone you don't actually know.
If the show went that route and had Ladybug give an equally furious smack-down and Alya posted it without a second thought, THEN I'd probably be on team "Marinette needed to tone herself down because she went too far" because that isn't a heat-of-the-moment reaction. It's something Marinette would have time to think through. But Volpina didn't go there. Instead, we just get Marinette reacting live to someone using her name to flirt with her crush. Remember, this is the setup to Marinette transforming and jumping in to stop Lila:
Lila: Not only did Ladybug save my life, we've become very close friends because we have something very special in common- it's what I wanted to tell you about. I'm the descendant of a vixen superheroine myself, Volpina. Adrien: Volpina? Marinette: Volpina? Adrien: Wait a minute! I think I read about her in my book. Lila:(stopping him from grabbing the book) Of course she's in your book. She's one of the most important superheroes. More powerful and more celebrated than Ladybug. Between you and me Ladybug doesn't even make the top ten. My grandma gave me this necklace. [Marinette runs off to transform] Adrien: (holding Lila's necklace) Are you telling me this is a Miraculous?! (Ladybug lands in front of them)
This wasn't a planned confrontation. It was Marinette reacting live to some pretty massive lies. If Ladybug had been swinging by and just overhead this, then the scene once again wouldn't change much. That's why blaming Marinette for confronting Lila in the "wrong way" feels so victim blame-y to me. "How dare Ladybug not be perfectly poised at all times and react with grace when someone lies about being her close friend and teammate!" is not a take I'm ever going to agree with. And if you want to use the middle schooler defense? Then it applies to Marinette, too. She and Lila are the same age. Why the different standards just because Marinette has fame that she never asked for or sought out?
I've never been much of a fan of holding celebrities to an "always on" standard where their every interaction needs to be done with poise and grace even if the interaction happens out in the wild and not at a planned even where the celebrity can be mentally prepared for dealing with fans. That's extra true for accidental celebrities like Ladybug. Marinette didn't take up the earrings for fame and they certainly haven't brought her fortune, plus she has no PR training. Expecting her to be a PR master who knows how to handle her accidental fame is, once again, a little too victim blame-y for my tastes. Ladybug is here to save the world, not sign autographs. You can hold her to politician standards when you start paying her for risking her life on the daily.
There's a version of Lila where I would have a different take. A version where the lie really is minor and Marinette really did "overreact", but even there my lesson wouldn't be "Marinette was totally in the wrong" because I genuinely think that sends the wrong message to kids and kids are the show's target audience. Think about what you're actually saying here, "Because Marinette is famous, she needs to accept that people will lie about her and just ignore them even if people believe the lie."
While that isn't exactly a wrong take, it's still really messed up. It's not okay for people to use Marinette's name like that just because she's famous. The reason she needs to learn to let it go is because that's what's best for her mental health, not because her fame makes her lesser than others when it comes to things like personal privacy. The lies are not magically okay just because she's well known.
Remember, Marinette is a fictional character, but the kids watching this show are very real and they're way more likely to be Lilas than Marinettes. And the kids that do relate to Marinette in this episode? They'll be kids who have dealt with the rumor mill spreading lies about them or their friends without the celebrity complication. The show should not be telling either set of kids that Marinette is the one in the wrong here. That is the wrong moral and why I hate this episode so much. I might feel differently if the intended audience was teens and if this plot was allowed to be more complex, but none of that is true. The show is aimed at kids ages 5 to 12 and every episode is supposed to teach its own moral with Volpina's moral being "Marinette was explicitly and totally in the wrong here."
This is the age of internet personalities where there are more easily-accessible celebrities than ever and where many of them do not have the wealth needed to protect themselves from fans nor the PR training to know how to handle extreme fans if there even is PR training for that! That means that it's honestly really important for kids to learn to view these individuals as people who it's wrong to lie about and who deserve the same respect as non-famous people. Treating celebrities as public commodities is how we get things like the Kit Connor scandal where an 18-year-old actor felt forced to publicly come out because the internet wouldn't shut up about his sexuality. Oh, and since you brought up one direction, I'll also note that the band members have publicly stated that online shipping discourse has negatively impacted their relationships. So, yeah, I'm never going to agree that kids should be told that it's okay to lie about celebrities or treat them as fictional characters to play with and that the celebrities are the ones who are wrong if they get upset about that behavior. That shit is toxic.
If we go the "minor" lie route, then my version of this episode would be a very sad one where Marinette learns that people are going to ignore her boundaries and lie about her and there's nothing she can do about it. A lesson in mental health training that will hopefully help kids who are dealing with bullies, but that does not present Marinette as totally in the wrong. It just teaches her when to pick a fight and when to let it go, which is a very important skill to learn even outside of lies about your own person. There will be many times when you hear people say something that you vehemently disagree with and it's important to learn when to pick a fight and when to just let it go, knowing that no good will come from speaking up even if you're 100% in the right. It's a very sad, but also very necessary skill.
I think Adrien has a place in that story. A place where he still tells Ladybug to let it go, but it should NOT have been played the way it was in canon where he acted like Ladybug was totally out of line. He needed to be way more compassionate and understanding of her very justified anger. I've written Adrien giving advice on this topic before and it's always presented as, "people are going to be assholes and you have to learn to ignore them for your own well being," not as, "you are wrong to be upset about strangers telling lies about you. You agreed to deal with this when you decided to be a hero" because what kind of asinine lesson is that?
You could also keep Adrien's canon reaction and have the lesson be him learning that it's okay to have boundaries. That his fame doesn't negate his bodily autonomy and right to be treated with dignity. That people chasing him down, invading his personal space, and otherwise preventing him from living a normal life is wrong. I love it when fanfics take this approach to Adrien's part in the Lila conflict. It's very cathartic to see his friends supporting him and protecting him from Lila.
I really have tried to see Volpina from the "Marinette was totally in the wrong" perspective because I've come across it several times, but I just can't wrap my head around it. If you've got a counter argument, then feel free to try to change my mind because I've given you my full thoughts here, but know that I'm probably not budging on this one. You'd have to make some pretty dramatic changes to canon for me to feel like this take has a point. I think the only way that I'd be on Lila's side is if it was very clear that no one believed Lila and Marinette still had the same reaction that we see in canon as that does feel like going too far. But everyone believed Lila so that's not a solid argument and I'm just never going to agree that people have to be cool with others lying about them just because they're famous. I honestly despise celebrity culture so much and hate that people are basically forced to deal with that bullshit if they want to be successful in certain artistic fields.
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