#love giving them sparkly magic

[capricioussun]

Ooo ok!

Can I know about the outerfell and outerswap siblings and their personalities?

Ah the outers...

Initially, I'd had a bit of a hard time with them, tbh! I'd always just considered them the exact same as their original counterparts with aesthetic differences, but a number of people had expressed interest in my interps and so I was like "well okay! How can I make you different" which resulted in a still very half baked "plot" variance (though it does still ultimately follow UT's plot, just a little...sideways. And still subject to change aha) and whole new structures that I could explore!

While they are still ultimately not too different from their counterparts, they've definitely come into their own a lot more since I first started Thinking about them ✨

Starting w/ the Fell boys, Antares and Boötes, as far as their relationship goes, they're pretty much as close/distant as standard UF, but with a slightly different dynamic balance, almost more similar to classic UT. Despite being the same age difference apart, Boötes has always seemed and acted older, and due to mild changes in their make up during creation, Antares wasn't as equipped as Edge to...well, be molded into an appropriate shape for their world.

That only further exacerbated Boötes slight infantilization of him, and so while he'd been more brotherly to him when they were younger than Red to Edge, he'd also been more protective and secretive, causing essentially the same rift.

With things being slightly less violently and slightly more...idk a good phrasing for it, autocratic? Militaristic? It's less "every man for himself" and more "policed". Antares felt a lot of pressure to prove himself to his brother, which only ever really worsened the divide as he got older and began to kind of resent the fact he couldn't ever seem to do right by his brother, no matter his intention or degree of success.

They're both pretty stubborn and secretive, and when younger were more prone to arguments, but once older, they definitely kinda leveled out and mostly stay out of each others business, apart from keeping track of important stuff.

Boötes is sort of somewhere between Red and Snare. He’s cold and gruff, pretty much only makes mean spirited jokes, but he’s not quite so apathetic or despondent yet. He definitely gives off the aura of a guy who knows way too much and can read just about anyone like a book, which makes him pretty unnerving... But unless someone gives him a genuine reason to dislike them, he can be a pretty agreeable guy.

Antares is a little more comically villainous, sort of like that one fanon portrayal of uf papyrus where he's still very Papyrus but trying to be Fell, except not that goofy. He’s proven himself to be capable, reliable, and a good asset...but he still struggles to be respected much as he often times shows preference towards others lives than upholding the system.

He’s also nearly on par with swap Papyri as far as insecurity and self worth issues, due partially because of his brother's disapproval of his choices so often, but predominantly because of their more rigid social structure.

As for outerswap! While he doesn't have a design nor nickname yet, I promise OS Sans is fine and exists, he’s just very far down my list of priorities 😭 /lh

Their relationship is a little more tense than standard swap, but definitely not as rough as the loveswap brothers. It's just sort of a standard for my outers that there's a more strict social aspect of things, which lead to Sans making an effort to take it more seriously from an earlier age in order to get a leg up once they were on their own.

He doesn't actually take it that seriously, but it's part of playing the game, and it's a part Aurigae does not like. He did try, at first, but he quickly realized he'd never really be able to pull it off like his brother, which was really where the brattier, "more rebellious" part of his "persona" came from.

This of course lead to the brothers clashing on a lot, but never too seriously, since they were both also more than aware they were only trying to figure out how best to make things work for themselves.

OS Sans is still pretty chipper and friendly, but he makes an effort to come across "more serious", and at the same time has shorter patience for tomfoolery. Mostly. The cracks in the foundation are a little more apparent, and it's sometimes easy, if caught off guard, to see how stressed he really is.

He denies this, of course, but it's also part of why he and Aurigae grew apart from each other. OS Sans is determined to be self sufficient, regardless of how detrimental it is to his health or relationships.

Aurigae is fairly similar to Stretch, taking slight cues from Copper and Luck on the "troublemaker" front, but still sweet and well meaning. It frustrates him to no end watching everyone stress themselves and work so hard to uphold a system that clearly isn't working for everyone, but he'd long since given up trying to point this out or make any difference.

Instead he mostly just follows his own rules, which makes him popular with some, less so with others. Similarly to how it strains his relationship with Sans, it also works against him with Toriel and Undyne. Sometimes the pressure gets to him, and he dips into a downswing pretty hard, but for the most part he might actually be amongst the best of swap Papyri at the whole "fake it til ya make it" thing.

All four of them could use some serious family counseling, and just therapy in general, but really that could be said of most of the brothers lol

[lokisgoodgirl]

Kneeling Ovation [Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: During an extended standing ovation of his one man performance of Hamlet, Loki finds time to fck you senseless with the help of his sparkly slutty belt. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Mild jealousy. Power trip. Mild dom. Shameless take on Much Ado 'fit because I cannot stop thinking about that belt. (w/c 1.4k)

Loki stood with his face tipped to the grand circle; arms spread, victory shining in his eyes, and the audience's thunder thickening the air.

He was never more beautiful than when he was this—victorious, adored, and entirely smug about it.

As he should be, you thought, allowing yourself a peek at hundreds of enraptured faces in the audience clapping wildly; their smiles infectious as they waited for —the—moment. The one they’d thought was fake news, photoshop... and maybe it still was. Until—

In one cavalier movement, Loki un-popped the mid button on his black shirt, the top half of it already loose from his exertions. A scream rolled across the audience like a woman’s climax as he tore it open, giving them a brief, devastating glimpse at the pale, chiselled torso you traced each night with your tongue.

It couldn’t be called canon for a one-man Hamlet to include partial nudity, but when it came to Loki—and especially when it came to bets with his brother—it was best to keep your expectations flexible.

He luxuriated in their screams for several seconds, gave a final, small bow, a wave, and strode grimly off the stage... straight into your arms. His mouth fell hard—brutal—his breath hot and sizzling with adrenaline.

Magic simmered on his skin and you clutched his broad shoulders as Loki walked you backwards, your back meeting a flat, wooden outline of a turret used in Act One.

His lips slid and worked your mouth like the swell of the orchestra, the flat of that long, lean stomach pressing tight against your body. The kiss broke, panting filling the space between you.

“Do you hear that?” he murmured, his eyes glittering through shadow. The crowd was still losing its mind, calling for him; begging for him. “My brother will be positively demented with envy.”

A conspiratorial smile curled at your lips. “You should go back on—there’ll be a riot. Two standing ovations…even Tony can’t argue with that.”

“I want a kneeling one, first,” Loki said, his words curling in a savage purr. His thigh slipped between your legs, and the inevitable slide of your pussy against the meat of Loki’s muscle was something outside your control.

“The crew, Loki…” you gasped, his femur pulsing against your swollen clit.

The god’s hair, damp with sweat from the stage lights, brushed your cheek; his lips hovering just out of reach. “I’ve instructed should anyone disturb this side of the stage, they’ll find themselves kicked through the bifrost without exception or care.”

A dizzying pulse of excitement was making it difficult to think as Loki’s mouth fell on yours—harder, greedier— and his hands slid down your delicate neck to your shoulders, pushing down.

You sank to your knees with the accompaniment of the thunk of a belt buckle, and the gritted slide of Loki’s ridiculous, bedazzled accessory from its place on his hips; his revolt against the all-black ensemble tailored to perfection. The applause hadn’t slowed.

Loki’s head fell back a fraction, loose curls dripping down his back and winding against the milky sinews of his neck. Behind him, violet stage lights halo’d around his silhouette, and a shiver tightened your thighs at the thought of that audience cheering him, loving him, worshipping him.

Public adoration made Loki hard as fuck: always had. The only thing that made him harder was you.

His fingers played at the tip of his cock, smooth swipes massaging the pre-cum glistening at the tip. You batted his hand away and gripped the root of him, tongue playing up and down the long vein, sucking teasing kisses into the velvet skin to just the right side of painful. The scent of his eucalyptus soap and a faint musk of warm, clean sweat invaded your nostrils as his cock hit the back of your throat, your fingers tightening around the root to get him off. Faster.

You didn’t like to rush sucking his dick, but the circumstances were unusual enough as it was without anyone risking the bifrost to avoid a mob riot. Loki’s ineffectual attempt at quieting his moans broke off abruptly, and then there was a slither before rough stones scraped against your skin.

You pulled free, staring up at him. In the violet hued gloom, all that was visible was the lift of his most wolfish smirk as the belt looped around your wrists and pulled tight.

“Loki…” you hissed, peering around his legs. He widened them, nudging your chin with his knee.

“They’ll wait as long as I choose,” he growled, laced with an appreciative groan as your lips closed around his cock. “Just fuck me well, and I’ll give them what they want.”

With your wrists bound, Loki was free to work his hands against your scalp; knotting and squeezing and sending fresh thrills sliding in your stomach.

He was breathless, now, thrusting as deep as he dared, letting you set the pace as his thighs shook and the pounding of the audience’s feet trembled through the boards beneath your knees; the aftershocks rattling the buckle nestled between your bound wrists. ‘Loki. Loki. Loki.’

The god gave a warning groan—but instead of taking his cum in a salty rush as he spasmed through climax, Loki stooped and gathered you under one arm, forcing you to your feet. He lifted you as though you weighed nothing, sliding your ass onto a box beside the turret and pushing the chiffon skirt up your thighs.

“We shouldn't," you goaded, eyes fixed on his dilated pupils and the hungry desire sharpening the shadows carved into his cheekbones.

"There is nothing either good or bad," he recited; low, and smooth, and dripping with gravitas, "but thinking makes it so."

Loki’s breath was hot in the curve of your neck, his teeth scraping across the delicate skin in teasing, practiced debauchery. In that moment you wished briefly the belt binding you would vanish so you could claw his broad shoulders, make him hiss with the pained pleasure he loved. The thought of him presenting himself in front of the crowd with your marks blossoming on his skin in shades of red, and purple; his hair mussed and lips raw, and the wet slick of you coating his cock…it was almost too much to bear.

Light burst behind your eyelids as Loki gripped your bound wrists with one hand, raising them above your head and looping them over his own. The diamante belt exploded in shards of refracted light, spiralling against the dark drape of curtains separating your fuck-nest from the roar of the audience.

“Mine,” you panted, clenching around him. Loki grunted, his jaw set in the utter determination he withheld for battle and clandestine fucking.

“Jealous little thing, aren’t you?” he said, crushing one desperate kiss onto another, pushing into your lips until the whimpers sliding from your mouth grew hot; stifling. “Advisable, to be sure. Perhaps I’ll drag you out there with me; bound, freshly fucked, my seed smeared down your legs, would that suffice? Then, everyone would know what a dirty, gorgeous slut I've captured from their realm.”

He delivered a calculated, devastating thrust that knocked the breath from your lungs.

“Bastard,” you moaned, as the coil inside you drew tight. Loki’s brows peaked, his thrusts slowing, and the flat, hard muscles of his pelvis dragged against your clit. “Show me how much you adore me, darling,” he murmured, a flicker of victory in his eyes, sinking to the hilt and drawing back, rocking you over the edge to the endless chant of his name, the endless stamp of feet and clapping in organised rhythm. You came with a strangled gasp of his name against his jaw, drawing the knotted belt hard against the top of his spine. Every tendon on his neck was tense with power, trembling with the coming storm.

One of his hands flew to your ass, pulling you deep, the other pushing the fucked-out hair from your face and sliding his thumb inside your hot, willing mouth as he lost himself. You sucked.

Loki’s eyes fluttered closed, head falling back. He spent himself over long, shuddering seconds, his damp forehead pressed to yours, and the syllables of your name catching roughly in his throat.

“Go,” you murmured, tipping his chin up when his breaths slowed. “I’ll meet you at the hotel.”

A sardonic smile unfurled on the god’s lips. “If I survive the stage door, you mean. By all accounts it will make that business with Thanos seem like a veritable jamboree.”

You slid his cock from inside you, zipping up his trousers with a pointed yank pulling his waistband. Loki melted into the kiss as the audience’s enthusiasm washed over you from beyond the curtain with new fervour.

“Go,” you urged as Loki’s lips worked down your neck. He sighed, withdrew, and pushed the wild tendrils of hair back from his face; spreading his arms expectantly.

“Perfect,” you said, and Loki grinned.

“Not freshly fucked?”

“That's what I said.” You exchanged a lingering smile before he paused at the boundary of the stage, taking a breath, a moment of vulnerability tremoring over his face before you remembered... “Loki—”

He turned fractionally, eyebrows raised as you lifted your bound wrists, the diamantes sparkling manically under the lights.

“Oh dear…” he purred, flicking out the sides of his shirt. “Let’s hope the press don’t get a photograph at the stage door, hmm?”

And with a swallowing roar of the audience and final wink, he was gone.

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[harryspet]

bambi eyes (the holiday special) r.cameron

[Warnings]soft!dark!rafe cameron x reader, daddy!rafe x little!reader older!rafe, crimeboss!rafe, NONCON, dd/lg, spoiling kink, unprotected sex, heavy on the somnophilia, ittle editing, 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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In which it's your first Christmas Eve with your Daddy, you don't know what you want but Rafe surely does.

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You could think of three things that you wanted for Christmas. Colored pencils, glitter lipgloss, and a small stuffed animal for Bunny. You don’t need any more clothes. You’d been with Rafe for over a month, and there were still clothes in your wardrobe that you had not worn yet. Your room was heaven, with the softest sheets and pillows, and Rafe bought you even more playthings each week. 

Your last gift was a diamond bracelet Rafe gave you because of how well you behaved in front of his friend, Barry. He didn’t punish you for sneaking around downstairs. All you had to do was bring him a slice of cake and sit down on Rafe’s lap while the two of them talked about “getting rid of their problem.” 

There were several trees around the house, but the biggest one was in the living room, by the fireplace, and it was at least two times your height. There were at least twenty presents underneath the tree already, wrapped neatly in paper that was decorated with pink snowflakes. In cozy reindeer pajamas, ones Rafe had also purchased, you sat near the tree checking over your letter to Santa. Although you had a feeling Rafe might secretly be Santa, you let a small part of you believe it was real magic. 

Lana helped you write the letter, and now you were adding a few drawings and stickers to really jazz it up. It took you longer to write it than Rafe preferred, it was already Christmas Eve, but if Santa could somehow bring you exactly what you wanted tomorrow, you’d really believe in him. 

“You almost finished, baby?” 

You looked up to see Rafe entering the living room, most likely finished with his work day, “I couldn’t think of anything else to ask for,” You said quietly, remembering how much Rafe encouraged you to ask for absolutely anything. The truth was you never had anything so you didn’t know what to ask for, “I don’t think I need anything else. But I wrote a nice letter for Santa and I thanked him for everything he does. And I made it sparkly.”

Rafe made himself comfortable on the couch and you brought over your letter, “C’mere,” He said, pulling your legs over his lap before wrapping one arm around you, “This is beautiful work, kid. Santa is going to love it.”

You looked up at him, a smile on his face as he read the words over, “What did you ask Santa for, Daddy?”

“Well, since I already have you,” He squeezed you, making your heart leap in your chest, “I asked Santa to make sure that you have the best Christmas. That you’ll love every gift you get and we’ll have a nice, Christmas dinner.”

You smiled back at him, “I wish I could buy you something, Daddy.”

“No need,” Rafe leaned in to kiss the side of your forehead, “I like giving to you, and I have plenty of money for the both of us. Besides, you’re way too little.” 

When Rafe looked at you, he really looked at you. He held your face in his hands, not tight enough to bruise, so you wouldn’t look away. You were still learning not to feel shy under his gaze. You started to understand that you were just like the gifts sitting under the tree. You were Rafe’s gift to himself. He showed his possession of you through his gaze. 

“Your bows are a nice touch,” He complimented, taking notice of the red ribbons tied around your pigtails. Every morning you spent time doing your hair, and you were slowly learning how to do your makeup. When he noticed your efforts, you felt you were fulfilling your purpose, “And I already knew you’d look cute in your pajamas.”

Rafe liked it when you presented yourself a certain way. He liked things to be dainty and soft. He preferred small jewelry over statement pieces. Pastel colors over bright ones. And you should never have on too much makeup. Lipgloss was better than lipstick and concealer over foundation. He wanted you muted but pretty, just like your personality. 

“Thank you,” You batted your lashes. 

Rafe and you continued your cozy evening in the living room. You’d made it through the first two Home Alone movies and were now in the middle of watching The Polar Express. Rafe excused himself to the kitchen for a moment, taking the chance to prepare some hot cocoa for the two of you. 

When Rafe returned to the couch, you were sound asleep, your arms wrapped around Bunny. Quietly, he set down the cups of cocoa on the coffee table, and the thought of waking you up crossed his mind. After all, your drink would get cold, but you seemed like you were resting deeply. 

Gently, Rafe laid down next to you. You didn’t wake; you moaned softly as you turned your head, nuzzling your face into Rafe’s neck. Rafe stayed with you like this, having found a new love in sleeping next to you. He never really enjoyed next to sleeping next to anyone, until you, and he began to designate certain nights of the week where you’d stay with him in his bed. 

Watching you sleep made him think back to when he first brought you home. You still looked as innocent as ever, but there was something else Rafe liked about watching you sleep – he loved seeing you vulnerable. Obviously, you were in a constant state of being vulnerable to Rafe’s every whim and want, but this was different. 

He tested just how deeply you were sleeping, slowly taking the doll from your grasp When you stirred only slightly, Rafe continued, first touching you above your pajamas. Large, ringed fingers felt over your chest. He massaged them, kneading them, and you reacted by pressing yourself closer to him. 

Lips parted, and holding in heavy breathing, Rafe continued his exploration. He was growing harder in his briefs, imagining the look on your face when you fully opened your eyes. He licked one of his fingers and reached into your pajama bottoms and then into your panties. This was exactly why he never wanted you to wear panties to bed; they only got in his way. 

He stroked fingers up and down, feeling between your folds. Feeling the moisture there, he wondered what exactly you’d been dreaming about, “Rafe,” He heard you whisper, although when he looked down at you, your eyes were still closed. Although the stimulation was waking you, Rafe knew you were too tired to fully realize what he was doing. 

Rafe shushed you, still playing between your legs, “Is bed … time?” You mumbled as Rafe pulled his hands from your underwear, bringing his fingers to his lips. 

“Yes, sweet girl,” Rafe whispered, “Keep relaxing, Daddy’s got you.”

Rafe pulled his body from yours, moving off the couch before he gently started to pull down your reindeer bottoms.  Carefully, he removed them from around your ankles before slowly lowering himself down on top of you, “Cold … please,” You mumbled, “Daddyyy.”

“I’ve got you,” Rafe said in response to your whining; as he settled on top of you, you wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him in like your dolly or a pillow. Meanwhile, Rafe was trying as carefully as he could to free himself from his briefs. He didn’t have to touch himself at all, he was already aching for you.

He didn’t resist anymore, pushing your underwear to the side and then pushing inside of you, his sweet girl. You were tighter, somehow, causing Rafe’s eyes to roll in pleasure, “Rafe,” He heard you, knowing you in a daze. Currently, he felt quite dazed himself. He knew with his size that he’d wake you but he didn’t account for the fact that your body might try to resist, to push him out. It just motivated him to push deeper, “Rafe. Rafe.”

Your voice was sharper now, scared almost, “You’re okay,” He cooed, “You’re …so so good, sweet girl.”

You loosened your grasp on him, and Rafe took the opportunity to see your face. You were adorable in those red bows, he noticed them first, but then he saw your scrunched-up features, a cute wince on your face. It would feel good soon, he knew that, but he certainly enjoyed seeing you resist. 

“What a fussy little girl, huh?” Rafe thrusted slowly, “Acting like you don’t like Daddy’s cock.”

With each thrust, you were trying to gain your composure, but Rafe was relentless. 

One hand, beside your head, he pressed into the couch to hold himself up, and the other, he reached down to play with your clit, “Cum one time for me,” Rafe commanded, although it was the last thing you wanted. He would give it to you anyway, wanting to see it in your face when your own body betrayed you, “One time, and you can go back to sleep.”

Rafe’s thrust was slow but consistently deep. He switched back and forth from focusing on your pleasure and his. It was difficult for him, he could finish so easily with you, but he held out; Rafe knew when you were getting closer just by the look on your face. Your head tilted back as your orgasm spread through you, and Rafe was quickly behind you. 

Rafe caught his breath, still inside of you, and moved his chest closer to yours, “You okay? You did good, Bambi.”

You nodded calmly, “Did I …Did I miss the whole movie?”

Rafe stared, bewildered for a moment, “Uh … no. We can just rewind it, baby,” He grinned, pecking your lips, “And I can just heat up the hot chocolate again.” 

Your eyes widened, “Hot chocolate like in the movie?”

“Just like the movie, my love,” Rafe’s forehead pressed to yours.

He was grateful for the fact that he could give you the perfect first Christmas tomorrow. He was even more grateful for how perfect you were.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!

[cillians-sweetheart]

Wedding Night - Cillian Murphy

Husband!Cillian(26) x Virgin!Wife!Reader(23)

Plot: After the long awaited wedding, Y/N can now giving herself -her virginity- to her beloved, new husband Cillian.

Content: Marriage, teasing, unprotected pv, loss of virginity, slight foreplay, smut, fluff at the beginning

Standing face to face to the man I’ve always dreamed of, I looked deeply into his gorgeously blue eyes as we were officially pronounced husband and wife. The most magical, and emotional moment of my life. To be Y/N Murphy. To be with this man before and after our death. I felt my legs beneath my white gown go numb with love.

His hands came gently to my face to kiss me lovingly in front of both his and I’s loved ones. Showing each and every one of them how powerful and true our love really was.

I would’ve held his lips to mine minutes longer if it weren’t for the crowds around us. I pulled away from his handsome face and smiled holding both his hands in mine. Our gold rings shine in the light, and a heavenly aura forms around us. The beauty of newly weds makes every inch of the large room glow.

Cillian with my hand still in his, walks me back down the aisle. My long veil and dress delicately gliding on the rose covered, carpet floor. Every side of me is filled with cheers and smiles.

The large doors open before us and I am walked and guided into a shiny limo waiting outside. Our friends and family gather around and watch as Cillian opens the door and lifts my dress from the ground for me to get in.

As the vehicle leaves to our hotel, Cillian kisses my face all over like a father to his baby. His touch is ever so loving and delicate. Caressing my cheeks and waist with his large hands.

I felt my body react in a way to his touch that I have only now experienced. My eagerness grew impatient for that privacy. And with the increasingly seductive touch of his hands on my body, he too was getting impatient.

Finally after several minutes of desperate touching at each other's faces and bodies, we stopped in front of the tall, luxurious hotel. Cillian grabbed onto my hand and pulled me from the car, quickly walking through the large glass doors. Neither of us wasted a single moment to run to our awaited wedding suite on the very top floor.

Luckily our things were already brought up by a friend of ours before the wedding. Therefore our married plans were not to be interrupted.

The door was locked behind us and Cillian’s lips instantly locked onto mine the second the door closed. My hands held onto his face pulling him impossibly close to me. His hands rubbed up the back of my sparkly dress. His fingers gently pull at the zipper. My bare back slowly becomes exposed to the empty room.

My hands glide down from his face to his suit jacket. My fingers sliding beneath it, pulling it slowly down his arms.

We with such passion undressed each other while not separating our lips for even a moment. Our skin grew hot with each caress of the other's hands. The clothes piled to the floor at our feet. Finally after the years of waiting for our marriage, I can be touched and massaged in my most intimate places.

In nothing but my lacy, white bra and panties, Cillian gently laid me back onto the plushy bed. His warm body overtop of mine, and his hands caressing my bare skin. I feel the passion from his lips. Growing more sloppy with eagerness for more.

My legs come up and wrap around his hips. I pull his body even closer to mine leaving not a centimeter of space between our lust craved bodies.

His clothed, hardening bulge rubbed against my thin panties. The feeling gave me an unfamiliar pleasure I felt I needed.

My hands ran down his bare, warm chest to the elastic hem of his boxers. Cillian could feel my desperation through my touch. He pulled back from our kiss and stood up just enough to strip down his boxers. I saw his thick cock between my legs. My thighs wrapped tighter around him.

Cillian gently pulled the thin white fabric of my panties to the side of my inner thigh. His eyes glued to my fresh, virgin pussy. He glided his finger over the soft wet flesh. And soon with great pleasure for both of us, his cock rubbed along the silky folds. He groaned, staring down at my wetness coating him.

I moaned lightly at the ticklish sensations as he rubbed against my clit. More, and more arousal dripped from my tight hole. Both him and I grew extremely desperate.

My hand came from his bare chest down to lightly stroke his cock with my finger tips. It was a feeling I’ve not felt before. Warm, hard and with a smooth, veiny texture. I felt subtle twitches beneath my finger tips. And when I touched the soft pink tip he shivered and moaned with sensitive pleasure.

Cillian fell back onto me. His hands were held tightly to the duvet while he passionately kissed my lips. I reached to his back, and with a simple adjustment of my hips, his cock sunk deep into my tight, sopping hole. A feeling so odd but so good.

He moaned deeply into my mouth while my wet walls tightened around his thick cock. He, as though it were an instinct, lifted his hips to thrust in once again. His cock getting deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Each time his hips came flat to mine I was hit with a shiver of pleasure throughout my whole body. Uncontrollable moaning, and my pleasure increasing with his also increasing speed. And in that moment, there was nothing I didn’t want to do with him.

Cillians lips kissed, and sucked at my smooth neck. My hands ran up his hot back and to his dark hair, and his lips travelled down to my bare breasts. My fingers tightened in his hair with the sensations of his lips on my nipples.

His lips kissed back up to my neck leaving bites and bruises of love.

And Cillian slowly lifted his chest off mine and held his hands on either side of my head. My nails scratched down his bare back and my back lifted from the mattress. Cillians hand held firmly onto my thighs. His eyes glued between my thighs. It was a sight he couldn’t ever want to look away from.

My insides felt as though I were going to explode. And mine and his moans filled the room with the beautiful cries of pleasure.

His hands tightened around my delicate flesh and his hips pounded harder against mine. With such pressure my legs shook in his hands. My whole body squirmed and shook with the most intense pleasure, growing to a point I couldn’t hardly handle.

My fingers dug into the duvet and I screamed, “Cillian!”

He stared down at me with his blue eyes. His lustful gaze penetrated through me almost as deep as his perfect cock.

“Mmm… baby” he groaned, his pace slowly. “Mm that’s good.”

He kept the force the same and my walls twisted, and tightened around him. The feeling overwhelmed both of our sensitive bodies.

Sweet fluids leaked from between us. Everything grew so intense all so quickly. And then, it all came out.

Wetness flowed over his cock and into the white duvet beneath me. His speed and force quickened once again. Sweat built on his toned body and his thrusts became sloppy. And with the alluring sound of his pleasure, he slowed, and just barely thrusted.

My insides filled with heat and grew more and more wet. I watched his face as he released everything deep inside me. I held onto his waist and he lowered himself down to lie on me. His breath heavy, and his skin hot and damp. I kissed his shoulder and neck, still feeling his pulsing from within me.

It was more of the most beautiful things I’ve felt, and seen. Already, I wanted to go again. And then continue all night with my sexy husband.

Cillian cooled down a bit and eventually pulled out and lied onto the bed next to me. His breath had calmed and he was ready once again.

We crawled up towards the headboard of the luxurious bed and he in such an easy motion pulled me onto his lap for round two.

[charlesslut16]

-tears destoyed christmas-

summary : due to the neglect you break up with daniel...

PAIRINGS : daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

WARNINGS : angst?

note : I hope that you will love this!

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The soft glow of Christmas lights flickered gently through the living room window, casting a warm, almost magical light on the room. The scent of freshly baked cookies and pine from the tree filled the air, the perfect image of a cozy, festive evening.

But, inside, the world felt entirely different to you. It had been building for months, the quiet neglect, the distance between you and Daniel that you didn’t want to face.

You had ignored the signs at first, thought it was just a phase, a rough patch that would pass. But as the days dragged on, the distance grew, and you felt like a stranger in your own relationship.

Daniel had been distant for months now—busy with his racing commitments, with his friends, with everything but you. You had convinced yourself that you were being dramatic, that his schedule was just hectic, that he would snap back and things would return to normal. But normal never came.

The days were filled with him coming home late, falling asleep early, barely speaking to you. You’d sit in the living room, looking at him from across the room, trying to make small talk, but it always felt like there was a wall between you two.

You wanted to reach out to him, but every time you tried, he seemed so caught up in his own world that your efforts felt like nothing. You’d settle into silence again, playing the part of the supportive girlfriend, pretending that everything was fine.

But today was different.

Today was Christmas Eve, and the air was thick with unspoken tension. You had gone out of your way to make the evening special—decorating the house with sparkly ornaments, lighting the fireplace, preparing his favorite dinner.

The tree stood proudly in the corner, its lights twinkling in rhythm with the calm, soft music playing in the background. You had done everything, and yet, there was a part of you that felt hollow. There was no excitement in his eyes when he walked in the door, no appreciation for your effort, no spark of warmth that you once shared.

It all hit you at that moment.

He had walked into the house hours ago, greeted you with a distracted smile, barely a kiss on your cheek before disappearing into his study to check his phone.

He hadn’t even noticed the decorations or the fact that you were dressed up in the special outfit you knew he loved. You had tried to make conversation, but it was like pulling teeth. The distance between you was palpable, and you couldn’t ignore it any longer.

You had waited until you couldn’t bear the silence anymore. The festive cheer that had once enveloped you had turned to ashes, and now all that was left was a feeling of deep disappointment.

It was late now, the clock ticking away as you nervously fiddled with the hem of your sweater. You had a decision to make. Your hands were trembling, and your chest felt tight as you stood up, the weight of your emotions pressing down on you.

You took a deep breath and walked toward his study, where you could hear him typing away at his computer, likely working on something for his next race. The door was cracked open, just enough for you to slip inside.

“Daniel,” you said softly, your voice trembling. He didn’t look up, didn’t even acknowledge that you were standing there.

“Mm?” He muttered, his fingers still moving over the keyboard.

“Can we talk?” you asked again, the words escaping before you could stop them. Your heart pounded in your chest, nerves threatening to overwhelm you.

He finally looked up, giving you a distracted smile. “Of course, what’s up?”

You stood there, silently staring at him, feeling a rush of frustration. His smile didn’t reach his eyes. He didn’t care, not really. Not the way he used to.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore,” you whispered, your heart heavy as the words left your lips.

He furrowed his brows, clearly confused. “Do what?”

“This.” You motioned between the two of you, the space that had grown between you over the months. “This... distance. You don’t care anymore, Daniel. You don’t even try anymore.”

He blinked, taking a deep breath, as though he didn’t quite understand what you were saying. “What do you mean? I’ve been busy with work. You know how it is.”

“I know,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “But that’s all you ever say. ‘I’m busy, I’m tired.’ I’m so tired of hearing that. It’s been months, Daniel. Months of feeling like I’m invisible. Like I’m not enough. I’ve tried... I’ve tried everything, and you haven’t even noticed. It’s not just the work, it’s the way you don’t even care about spending time with me. You don’t make any effort anymore. You’re just… here.”

The words tumbled out, each one like a weight being lifted off your chest, but as you spoke, you could feel the sting of tears threatening to fall. You hadn’t planned on saying it this way, hadn’t planned on letting everything spill out in a raw, messy flood. But now that you had, you couldn’t stop. It felt like you had been holding your breath for so long, and now, the dam had burst.

Daniel’s expression softened, but it was too little, too late. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” he said quietly, his voice almost apologetic. “I’m just stressed. Work’s been tough, and I haven’t been the best at balancing it.”

“Balancing?” You scoffed, bitterness creeping into your voice. “Balancing would mean making an effort, Daniel. And I’m not asking for much. I’m not asking for all your time. I just want to feel like I matter.”

He stood up slowly, taking a few steps toward you. “I do care, okay? I just… I’ve been trying to get things right, and sometimes I just forget to focus on the things that matter. Like you.”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” you whispered, shaking your head. “Maybe you’ve forgotten how to focus on me, and maybe I’ve let myself pretend that things would get better. But they haven’t. And I can’t keep waiting for something that may never happen.”

His eyes widened, as though the weight of your words had finally hit him. He reached out to you, his hand brushing your arm, but you took a step back, feeling a sudden chill in the air.

“Don’t,” you said quietly, trying to steady your breath. “I’ve waited long enough, Daniel. I can’t do this anymore. I’m done. It’s over.”

You could see the shock in his eyes, the way his face fell, but it was too late. You couldn’t keep sacrificing your own happiness for a relationship that wasn’t even there anymore. The tears you had been holding back finally fell, the first one slipping down your cheek, and then another, and another, until you were choking on sobs, unable to stop them.

“Please don’t do this,” Daniel pleaded, his voice thick with emotion as he reached for you again. But you stepped back again, shaking your head.

“I have to,” you whispered, your heartbreaking with each word. “I can’t keep doing this. I deserve more than this. I deserve someone who will care, someone who will make me feel loved and important. And right now, I don’t have that.”

Daniel stood there in silence, his face a mixture of sadness and guilt. But it was too late for apologies, too late for promises. You had made up your mind.

With one last look, you turned and walked toward the door, your chest tight with pain. You didn’t want to leave him on Christmas Eve, of all nights, but the heartache of feeling neglected and forgotten had become too much to bear.

You opened the door, ready to walk out of the life you had built together, but then you stopped, your hand still on the handle. You heard Daniel’s voice again, soft and broken.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice barely audible. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, but you didn’t look back. You couldn’t.

“I know,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath. “But sometimes… sorry isn’t enough.”

And with that, you left, the door clicking shut behind you as you walked out into the cold December night, alone, but resolute. The Christmas lights still twinkled outside, the world still looked the same, but your heart felt shattered.

Tears had destroyed Christmas.

[luvleyaru]

MY WAITING ROOM!!!

First of all I'd like to give credits to all the PPL on Tumblr who posted abt their waiting rooms, TYSM & ILY. 🩷

My waiting room features/script.

★ waiting room pt1

★ there will be a Portal door in my wr that leads to my cr.

★ I can easily shift to my wr whenever I want with intentions only in less than 10 seconds.

★ my wr will be perfect exactly how I want it to be. Super cozy, HEAVENLY, and just perfect.

★ the bed will be super comfy and awesome.

★ I can manifest anything I want in my wr with a magic wand 🪄 and it'll make a sparkly noise as well.

★ there will be a tv on which I can watch anything (shows, movies, past, future or present of any drs, basically anything)

★ there will be a beautiful magical library with all and every type of books from all realities. (Fictional and non fictional)

★ my house, or let's just say everything will be clean. All the time.

★ there will be absolutely no bugs or insects. Only butterflies and cute and clean animals. Which I can talk to and they will love me.

★ I'll look, feel, smell clean & fresh at all times.

★ any food, snacks, drinks, etc etc will be available in a pretty cafe next door AND also in my kitchen and cabinet. (Vegetarian.)

★ the food/snacks/drinks/anything edible will always remain at it's said temperature and will never go bad or expire. (I can change the temperature if I want tho)

★ I can eat whatever I want without gaining weight, feeling sick or full. I'm not a picky eater.

★ I will feel safe and comfortable at all times. Nothing can harm me ofc.

★ I can function without journaling, unless I wanna write down.

★ a wishbook. (Pretty one fr) (No one can read or write in it except for me)

★ digital clock that shows me the time of my wr and cr. Time ratio is 1 year in my wr is equals to 1 minute in my cr/Dr.

★ the house resets on its own after I leave (cleaning, restocking etc)

★ I won't get my periods in my wr.

★ MASSIVE walk in closet with every single type of clothes I would like to wear. 💅

★ I can never lose or misplace things.

★ I'm super creative and have patience.

★ I can never get sick, hurt, or die in my wr.

★ I'm mentally and physically stable + healthy.

★ I don't feel overwhelmed, confused, anxious, uneasy, uncomfortable in my wr.

★ I have perfect senses.

★ I'm super smart, great at analysis, great memory, + more skills.

★ everything is peaceful and heavenly in my wr.

★ magic and superpowers.

★ I can say anything and make is appear/happen/change with the wand.

★ portals/doors for any reality I make/or wanna shift to, I can easily make and delete these portals.

★ I will not age in my wr.

★ I can look at Pinterest or any other app and make that things appear/happen/change.

★ I can change the weather at will.

★ an appearance changing mirror.

★ a book with answers to any questions I have. (Basically I'll write my question and it'll produce an answer that will be TRUE.)

★ a book with the opinions of people have of me.

★ a book with all the people who had/have a crush on me or ATLEAST thought I was pretty (gotta know)

★ a whole ass detailed analysis of my personality, vibes, aura, etc (I NEED to know what I'm like and who I am? 😭)

★ it's my worry-free zone.

★ I can waste my time here without ever wasting it.

★ a mall, best mall ever in the entire universe. (Like I said, the products or anything can not expire or go bad)

★ i can see + breath underwater and I know how to swim.

★ all my shows, anime, movies, manhwas, mangas, completed with as many seasons/chapters I want, and it'll be to my liking and If I do change smtg abt them it'll change in my cr too.

★ shows, movies, songs and allat are always entertaining and songs always sound new everytime I hear them (never get tired of them yk)

★ surrounded by nature and just beautiful views.

★ lifatube, lifagram, lifaflix, lifascript, lifadesign, lifaplay immerse, lifaplay infinite, lifasmaus, lifaffs etc etc (uh my mind knows what I mean)

★ lifa app, lifa journal + lifa pen, and more ++

★ LILA (TYSM FOR THE IDEA) my personal ai assistant robot who'll help me with anything I want and will understand me deeply. I just need to call for her and she'll immediately appear in front of me and etc.

★ good wifi 24/7.

★ a Tv in which I can see future, present, past of any dr, cr and allat.

★ in my wr I can see my life (of cr) as a show/series or wtv (from my birth to present yk) and get to see all those edits, comments and posts abt my character (me in my cr) etc.

★ my house is obviously super big, always clean, comfy, and just perfect for me and to my liking.

★ I'll never feel lonely, alone, unsafe in my wr.

★ my wr will have everything I desire and more, and it'll be all clean and organized and allat

★ I'm the only person in my wr if I ever feel lonely I can just script and manifest someone here for a bit. It'll be all so peaceful.

★ using my phone, watching shows or anything will NEVER leave my brain fried out or exhausted or anything instead I'll just feel better.

★ good attention span, and I can read any book in less than an hour and actually remember what I read.

★ rage room, arcade, pool, superpowers testing room, portals room, cinema room, gaming room, and more unexpected but fun rooms (surprise me lol) etc etc.

★ also, in my portal room, there will be fun drs to which I can shift to if I'm bored and allat.

★ my bedroom will be PERFECT. with the bestest view ever.

★ intrusive thoughts will never manifest.

★ I can think of things to script that I wouldn't have thought of in my cr.

★ it'll all feel so natural, normal, and just peaceful.

★ I can manifest things for my cr/dr from my wr.

★ I have my exact copy of my phone and laptop (but yk completely setup) in my wr.

★ my wr is easily accessible from any dr and cr.

★ a multidimensional robot therapist who understands me deeply and allat lol

★ whenever I shift to my wr I'll feel the softest bed under me, and smell vanilla and just feel at peace.

★ a website where I can enter any prompt and It'll generate a whole movie/show/ animated/live action and allat.

★ an ai roleplay website that writes the perfect responses for u and never break character. And more.

★ lifapedia, wikipedia for shifters.

★ I can fly, teleport, use telekinesis and more superpowers.

★ nothing can get dirty or expire or go bad.

★ a dustbin that have like infinite storage for trash and shi idk.

★ my wr will be exactly how I want it to be like and even more better.

★ Ghibli studios vibes

★ my subconscious mind will fill in any other things/details that I forgot to write.

★ AND MORE MORE MORE

[ash5monster01]

Christmas Tree Farm

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of distant parents, meet cute, friends to lovers, language, heavy flirting, sickeningly sweet and full of Christmas magic.

Summary: To avoid spending Christmas at home Charlie chooses to work at a Christmas Tree Farm. What he doesn't expect is finding the girl of his dreams. 

Word count: 3.1k

Masterlist

Being home for Christmas was Charlie’s worst nightmare. Not only was he subjected to spending time with his folks but being back in Vermont during the winters only reminded him of one thing. He could only take so much of the snide comments his father made about sleeping in and his mother with her overbearing questions. At least when he was at Welton winter break was at most two weeks. When it came to college it became a month of this madness. So he needed to find an excuse to get out of the house and fast. 

That’s why on a particularly cold afternoon, having sulked behind his mother in the supermarket, his eyes caught the bulletin board. Buried in a mountain of announcements, rooms for rent, numbers for tutors, was a particularly bright red sign. Help Wanted - Christmas Tree Farm. So when his mother gets distracted by the bag boy for putting dish soap in with the vegetables, he rips one of the numbers from the bottom of the sign. The first one taken and he knew better than to wait. 

So come Monday his father has nothing to say when Charlie’s pouring a cup of coffee before he’s even come downstairs. Giving only the brief details of a short time job and how he wanted the extra cash for when he went back to school. All he got in return was a huff and the snap of the newspaper opening in his father’s hands. He knew best to bundle up and finish his cup of coffee, leaving the house quickly before his mother could question him. 

When he pulls onto the long drive he discovers the Winter Wonderland presented before him. Darlene Love’s voice barely plays over the rumble of his engine as he passes the gorgeous trees that lined the drive, all wrapped in the most sparkly Christmas lights he had ever seen. He can’t help the soft smile that covers his face because Neil would have loved this and for the first time in a long time, it finally felt like Christmas. Not the time of year to feel sad. 

“Hey! You the new guy?” he doesn’t expect the soft voice that calls out to him when his car door shuts. Turning he’s quick to find you, eyes as sparkly as the Christmas lights he just passed. It’s like the breath gets knocked out of him, and suddenly this might’ve been a bad idea. 

“Yeah, Charlie” he wipes nervous palms across the front of his jeans before approaching you. A nervous smile on his face as he offers up his hand. When your gloved one closes against his he realizes he had left his pair at home. “Shit”

“That’s not normally the greeting I’m used to” you mutter and Charlie lets go, a nervous hand flying to the back of his neck. Of course he was already making a fool of himself in front of the pretty girl. 

“Sorry I just realized I left my gloves at home. Already screwing up my first day” he confesses and you giggle at the nervous boy in front of you. It makes you wonder if he’s ever had a real job before. 

“It’s okay, I have an extra pair. You’ll especially need them for today” and before he can ask what that means you’re walking off to the barn beside you. He follows anxiously as you slip through the doors and return almost seconds later in front of him. Nearly running you over he spots the black gloves that look warm and inviting just like you. 

“Thank you” he says without backing away and you grin. He was charming and different, much different than the farm boys who rotated around here every Christmas season. 

“Leroy is out warming up the truck, you should probably go meet him” you’re quick to tell him and he nods, as if suddenly realizing he was actually here to do a job. 

“Yeah, um. Sounds good” and the call of your name interrupts you both. Both your heads turn to the small white farmhouse, gutters lined with rainbow Christmas lights, and light up reindeer in the yard. On the front porch stands a plump woman wrapped in a pink apron and flour in her box dyed hair. 

“Coming!” you call and Charlie realizes the name belongs to you. You offer him one last smile, pointing towards the field where an older gentleman waved from the truck. He nodded to confirm he knew his direction and as soon as you entered his life you were gone. Running through the fluffy white snow and towards the house that looked warmer than his ever did. Against his better judgement he starts in the direction of Leroy who had a much less pretty smile than you. Trying out the sound of your name on his tongue. 

That’s how it starts. Spending the days leading up to Christmas, sharing shy smiles and awestruck looks. Always warm and kind until he’s pulled to haul trees and strain his body until all he can think about is you. It’s the most manual labor he had ever endured and he can only thank rowing for the strength he had been given, or else he wouldn’t be able to keep up. Especially with Leroy who even in his old age somehow hauled twice the amount he did. It was a lot but had become the best distraction from the storm cloud that always loomed over his home. 

“It’s a warm one” your sweet voice surprises him, freezing in place where he stands on the flatbed trailer. It was only 35F degrees but the heavy lifting had warmed Charlie’s blood, having shed his coat as he unloaded each tree off the trailer. 

“Yeah, hopefully we don’t lose all our snow” he answers after a moment too long. You grin at him, admiring the tight white T-shirt clung to his filled out form. How the red scarf swayed from his neck with each movement he made. You’d be a fool not to admit how handsome he was, especially here in the beautiful snow, pine needles stuck to his clothes. 

“We won’t, not here at least. That’s the Christmas Tree Farm magic” you tell him, having lived here your entire life. No matter the season, the purpose of this place was to provide Christmas miracles. Winter was of course your favorite, but with Charlie here, it made it even better. 

“Yeah? Does that magic work on anything else?” Charlie asks, a sly grin covering his lips and you decide to flash that same smile right back. Happy to flirt with one of the most interesting boys you have ever met. 

“Miracles usually” and you walk off, a fluffy hat like a halo on your head and boots crunching in the wet snow beneath you. Charlie swears you’re a Christmas miracle itself. At least his own. 

For the days to come more and more trees disappear from the lot, families stopping by each day to bring home a little Holiday joy. Charlie watches you with your clipboard and bright smile, happily chatting with customers and playing with little kids. The whole place is a Winter Dreamland and it’s no doubt partly because of you. Years of learning how to contribute the magic within the place. Until now he’s quite certain he never knew what Christmas felt like, at least not until he met you. 

He doesn’t get alone time with you again until a particularly late night. All the lights went out on one of the fences and not wanting to go to his empty home, he offered to stay late and redo it. It’s colder at night here, but prettier, especially as the snow falls to the ground. His fingers are practically numb but he supposes he’s more comfortable here than in his room at home. So he continues on, not knowing you’re approaching with two steaming cups of hot chocolate. 

“Need a break?” He turns to find you’re in some of the cutest printed pajamas he’s ever seen, little Santa hats adorning your clothes as you crouch down beside him. Just the sight of the warm mug has him reaching out with cold fingers. 

“You’re a lifesaver” he grins, immediately lifting the cup up to his lips. You go to protest but he’s too late, the searing liquid hitting his tongue. His face twists quickly and you wear a sympathetic look. “Shit!”

“Does that happen to be your favorite word?” but he won’t take the teasing, his tongue poking out from behind his lips and a soft pout covering his face. 

“It’s okay, I happen to jump the gun a lot” he says, fingers closing around his burnt tongue. It no longer hurts but he knows he won’t be able to taste the hot chocolate now, his taste buds in hiding. What a loss. 

“Here, let me help” and what he doesn’t expect is your lips forming in an O shape and blowing softly on his tongue. He gapes like a fish, knowing you’re both aware of how it won’t help him at all. Yet it’s the best excuse to be this close together. As badly as he wants to kiss you he knows he won’t be able to taste it. That would be worse than heartbreak. 

“Done this before?” Charlie asks when you’re done and you shrug, sipping from your own cup that was now at a much safer temperature. 

“Hot cocoa is my speciality, then again all things Christmas is” you grin, eyeing the lights Charlie had so perfectly wound around the fence. It had been a long time since someone had come around here and cared so much. 

“Have you lived here your whole life?” Charlie asks, lifting to his knees again and continuing to wrap lights. If he stopped now he would be here all night, at least he now felt warmer with you by his side. 

“Born and raised, my parents inherited it from my Grandparents. They must’ve finally gotten tired of Christmas because they retired to Florida a few years ago” Charlie laughs at this response, brown eyes catching yours in the glow of the Christmas lights. 

“You think you’ll ever get sick of it. Christmas twenty four seven, three hundred and sixty five days a year?” Charlie asks and you instantly shake your head, as if you’ve known the answer to this your whole life.

“Never, this place will always be home. Even if I’m trimming trees in August and getting stuck under mistletoe with creepy customers. Christmas wouldn’t be what it is without the people who believe all year long” you say, looking at nobody in particular as you give an honest answer. Charlie’s heart warms over at the sentiment you provide, falling for you more than he ever should’ve in the first place. 

“Mistletoe?” is the only thing he responds with and the instant roll of your eyes only makes him grin wider. You’re not surprised at all that this is what he takes away from your words. 

“My Mom hangs it everywhere and moves it so it’s never entirely unavoidable. It’s only cheek kisses but I swear it’s always the guys missing half their teeth beside me” you say and Charlie burns with jealousy at the idea of all the men who think they have a shot with you. Yet he supposes he’s one of those guys too. 

“Well maybe one day you’ll find yourself under the mistletoe with somebody not that unbearable” Charlie offers nonchalantly, suddenly more focused on the lights than before.  You wear a grin that seemed brighter than any Christmas light on the entire farm. 

“Yeah, maybe” you agree, sipping from the hot cocoa before lifting back up to your feet. Nights were always so peaceful here, more magical. A part of you wished Charlie could stay here forever. 

You stay with him for a little longer before retreating into the house. Repeatedly checking out the windows to make sure he doesn’t freeze to death. Wondering who he really was and all the things about him. Why he wasn’t like any of the half brain guys who worked here before. He was quick witted, smart, kind, and confident. A mix of traits you never knew could be possible together before. You fall asleep with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and cheek pressed to the windowsill, the last thing you saw was Charlie before entering your dreams. 

It’s not long until Christmas Eve arrives, the last of the families coming to pick trees out to decorate before tomorrow. You used to hate people who waited so long to get one but when you got older you recognized how they waited for family members to arrive in town, how it was their own special tradition, and now they were your favorite customers. You hoped one day someone would love you enough to wait until the last minute like they did. Yet like every Holiday season the day passes in a blur, leaving you standing beside the campfire with your parents, Charlie, and all the other farm hands. 

“It was a good season guys” Leroy holds up his beer and you smile, stepping closer to the fire for extra warmth. “Thank you”

“We made double what we did last year too. Christmas magic is stronger than ever” you point out, having read the books an hour ago. Another good season meant another year of keeping the farm. 

“I think that has more to do with you than the trees” Charlie mutters and everyone grunts and agrees with his words. Knowing it was you who ran the show, you who was kind to the customers and made Christmas feel real for the kids. You took care of everyone here and without you this place wouldn’t feel like Christmas, not at least not in the way it should. 

“Damn looks like we’re out of beer” and of course it’s you who’s instantly ready to volunteer, starting for the barn lit by only a single light above the front doors.

“I’ll help” Charlie scurries after you, almost tripping in the snow, and you smile back at him before both slipping into the warm barn. He finds you pulling a case from under the tool bench and he’s quick to swoop in and grab it from you. 

“Didn’t know you were so enthusiastic about beer” you tease, eyebrows raising as he stands in front of you. He’s nervous but he needed to be alone with you before one of those guys out there noticed the way he looked at you. 

“Not so much beer but you, yeah” he admits and a soft blush covers your cheeks. The sentiment surprises you but with the snowflakes dusting his hair and the scarf wound tightly around his neck, he looks just like the Christmas prince you always imagined for yourself. 

“You think you’ll come back around next year?” you ask, needing to know this wasn’t some college boy looking to lead you on and leave with your heart a week later. 

“If you’ll have me, hell I’ll even come in the summer too” and the genuine way he says it makes your heart soar in your chest. Slowly you grab the beer from his hands and set it on the ground. He gives you a confused look, not understanding what your goal is. When you spot his confused look you only offer a sly grin before pointing up. 

As if spotting a shooting star in the sky, right on the beam above you both hangs green mistletoe, pulling you together like a magnet. “At least you have all your teeth”

“I’m not sure I find that as big of a compliment as I should” and you giggle before grabbing the sides of his coat and drawing him near. 

“Well you should considering I plan on kissing your lips and not your cheek” Charlie’s heart stutters in his chest, unsure where to put his hands and unable to look away from your dazzling eyes. He’s not even sure this is real. 

“This might be my favorite Christmas yet” he finally utters and you grin before lifting on your toes. Charlie steps closer, hands falling to your waist to steady you, the smell of your shampoo invading his senses. Everything about this moment couldn’t be more perfect and he hated that tomorrow he couldn’t come back here and spend his Christmas with you. 

He doesn’t close his eyes right away, preferring to watch as your lips fumble against his only slightly. Not yet locking with his own but sharing the same breath. When he’s sure he can’t take it anymore he presses his hand to the back of your head and seals you against him. Eyes shutting because he finally got to taste you. Nothing about this could be anymore perfect. You couldn’t be anymore perfect. Everything about this is right, Charlie’s firm muscles against your own, soft lips slowly tasting you, warm tongue dipping against your own. You’d stand here and kiss him forever but the distant holler for the beer stops you both. 

“Better supply the masses” you mutter, a little love drunk from his kiss, hand patting his broad chest. Charlie grins, brushing some of the hair away from your face. 

“God but I really want to keep kissing you” he says, already dipping in and stealing another kiss. He smells like the pine trees and tastes like peppermint, he’s Christmas wrapped up in a perfect package, and right now you wish you could keep him forever. He reminds you of home, even when you're here. 

“Me too but I’d prefer not to have an audience” you say before sadly stepping away from him and grabbing the beer case from the ground. 

“Then later? My car once everyone leaves?” and the words make you feel like a giddy teenager. You bite your swollen lip before studying his face and nodding. 

“I’ll be there” you agree and he grins, stealing the beer case from your hand and stealing another mind numbing kiss. 

Smiling you follow him out of the barn, unable to keep the smile off of your face as you walk towards all the people you love the most in life. Here where every wish comes true. Your little Christmas tree farm and the boy who loves you. 

[nobodysdaydreams]

In Wicked (the musical specifically), do they ever explain why Nessarose’s silver shoes give Dorothy the power to go home like they do with the ruby slippers in the Wizard of Oz? Was it because Galinda enchanted them or because this was an inherent property of the shoes themselves?

Because if it was not, and the shoes belonged to Elphaba’s mom, one explanation is that these are magic dimension/world jumping shoes that Elphaba’s mom most likely got from the Wizard because he’s from another world, which begs the question of who owned the shoes originally and where did the Wizard steal them from? There’s no way he would just have them or inherit them, and he cannot make them himself. Did he steal them for their powers or does he not even know how they work and was just like “oh these shoes would probably impress a pretty lady someday” and took them and gave them to Elphaba’s mom?

This is what I’m picturing:

Madam Morrible: “Ah. The silver slippers. An ancient magical artifact long forgotten by most Ozians but incredibly powerful. It is said that there is a way, though lost to history, that gives the wearer of the slippers the ability to transport themselves back to their home, across time, space, and the fabric of reality itself!”

The Wizard: “Oh really? Wow. I just stole them because my plan was to use them to impress a pretty lady and women love sparkly shoes, but ancient magic artifact you say? That’s interesting.”

*cut to Jeff Goldblum desperately jumping up and down in sparkly heels trying to figure out how they work*

[taylorswiftstyle]

The Eras Tour | Fearless section | Version 4

Naeem Khan 'Beaded Fringe Tank Dress' - $4,995.00

I’ve always felt the power of fashion is its ability to demarcate time.

In Taylor’s world, she’s used it as a visual tool to anchor that version of herself at a specific moment in her life. So when I first saw grainy images of this fringey dress, that sparkly guitar, plus black boots I felt immediately transported to 2009 and the Fearless Tour. Then, Taylor wore a strikingly similar fringed dress by Mandalay and accessorized it with a pair of knee high black boots by Everybody. Those boots were a new-to-her signature that was the successor for the cowboy boots she used to wear for Debut-era performances.

To me one of the key functions of the Eras Tour, especially in the form of its costuming, has been toeing the line between referencing eras of the past while also giving them a slightly refreshed, modern facelift. The first three Fearless dress iterations on the Eras Tour all felt recognizably ‘Taylor’, just newer. I loved the lighter metallic, but still Western-shaped, boot that was a modernized nod to the sundress and cowboy boots of her youth.

But this! Hand to heart, full swoon eyes in effect feels more copy + paste than reference + refresh. The only difference is the absence of ringlets and perhaps a few more heartbreaks on her sleeves.

To me, it’s really giving that we were both young when I first saw you. The transportive magic of fashion (and the Eras Tour).

Photo by Kevin Mazur/TAS24 via Getty Images

[violetvines]

Hi , I've seen your HC about LibbyNashs kids . If it not much of a problem I'd like to ask if you could make one of how you think they're gothic wedding is going to be like

firstly, thank you for the support - secondly, ofc, this is an interesting one! i'll try to do it justice <3

libby and nash hawthorne's wedding 💍

- i say "wedding" but they had two weddings - one in the chapel at hawthorne house and one in the medieval crypt the brothers rented for nash's bachelor party in "what happens in the treehouse"

- the wedding in the chapel [the chapel wedding] was mostly for nan bc she prefers the traditional wedding vibe + the gothic influences were significantly less, only libby was still wearing a black wedding dress + the invitations were black

- to nash's disagreement, they had to send some of their wedding pics to exclusive news anchors (but alisa said that "we have to feed them something so they have something to chew on while we're in london for the private wedding" and that convinced him to release the photos)

- most of the activities were pretty standard in this wedding mostly bc they just needed material to give the paparazzi

- of course, her maid of honor was none other than avery – no bridesmaids because who needs bridesmaids when you have such a wonderful maid of honor?

- nash could not choose a best man (he had three best men)

- they travelled to london for the actual gothic wedding [the london wedding] – yes, nash rented the same place and libby had never seen it before so it was also a surprise wedding gift

- how did nash rent the place? actually... he had help from alisa (she offered to help with that)

- there were more wedding guests for the chapel wedding than the london wedding (they only invited a few select people to london - avery, the hawthorne brothers, max, rebecca, thea, alisa even, because she also wanted to come along and by this time, she would have already been genuinely happy for libby and nash) aka the london wedding was a very intimate affair

- in this wedding, libby wore another elaborate victorian inspired black dress with black sparkly cowboy boots (libby insisted on wearing the same dress she wore for the chapel wedding but nash and avery wouldn't have it – in fact, avery went dress shopping with her to pick out another one after nash managed to convince her)

- avery, max, thea and rebecca handled the decor, according to libby's preferences – the vibe of the place was eerie but also magical, and most of the light came from candelabras set in the centre of the tables

- the tablecloths were black and there was a dark blue carpet leading up to a platform where the bride and groom would stand on

- libby's wedding bouquet consisted of black and dark blue roses (matching her hair)

- since the chapel wedding was already officiated by the priest, nash and libby chose xander to officiate the london wedding (youngest brother privileges) – ok they actually asked all three (grayson, jameson and xander) but they all agreed xander was the better option

- which means that xander would stand on the platform together with libby and nash

- they had already recited their vows and exchanged rings in the chapel wedding so they didn't do that again...

- ... but what they did do is exchange stories about each other and laugh together and you would think a gothic wedding would have such a spooky vibe, but no, it was the least degree of spooky ever – it was heartwarming

- grayson, jameson and avery then surprised the lovely couple with a video slideshow of pics of both libby and nash when they were little kids

- and when the video ended, xander started (he tried) serenading them but was stopped when thea nearly screeched for him to keep his mouth shut before the champagne flutes shattered (they were expensive and she got them for libby)

- black champagne and a black wedding cake

- when it was time for libby to toss the bouquet, everyone (girls and boys) gathered in the centre of the room (they had to force grayson to stand in the centre of them bc he didn't see the point in grappling over a bouquet)... and right before the bouquet was above their heads, they all parted leaving grayson confused, and ofc due to reflexes, he reached up to catch it (they planned this on purpose)

- ofc there was a slow dance, and towards the end, avery and jameson edged toward libby and nash dancing in the centre (libby had her eyes closed and was resting against nash's chest – jameson sidled up to nash's side, carrying a special something and passed it to him)

- by the time the dance ended, libby found herself with a black sparkly cowboy hat on her head, matching her boots <3

- all of that aside... there was obviously a hawthorne-esque tradition (a treasure hunt with a surprise at the end for the wedded couple, courtesy of grayson, jameson, xander and avery)

- the end found libby and nash, still in their wedding attire, outside westminster abbey (a tourist attraction libby had always wanted to visit bc of the gothic architecture)

- anddd a professional photographer was ready and prepared to take some candid wedding photos of them two <3

[talonabraxas]

“The aura is an extension of a person’s personality and emotional, mental and physical landscape, so it will change from day to day.”

Aura colours and their meaning.

The aura is an extension of a person’s personality and emotional, mental and physical landscape, so it will change from day to day. It can be affected by external factors as well as the general disposition and character of the individual.

There are no hard and fast rules as to what these visual variances ‘mean’, as, with all psychic practices, it depends on the intuition and knowledge of the reader. But there are certainly common themes. For instance, those who practice yoga tend to have a ‘still’ aura or people with serious illness have a fainter aura than someone vital. Moreover, auras tend to have a ‘texture’ to them. They may be sparkly, treacly, in lines, waves or arcs.

Below, I have given a rough guide to how you might interpret auric colours only, but it is no mean a fixed manual:

The Aura Colors Meaning Chart:

Red ~ Pertains to circulation, the heart and the physical body. In its higher aspect, it is an indicator of a healthy ego, stability and being strong-willed. In its lowest aspect, red energy can give way to anger, unforgiving, anxiety or nervousness.

Orange ~ points to the reproductive organs and feelings. It is the colour of vigour, vitality and enthusiasm. In its higher aspect, orange energy shows creativity, confidence and gregariousness. In its lowest aspect, it can give way to stress and addictions.

Yellow ~ represents life energy – qi or prana. The colour of optimism, awakening, inspiration and intelligence. It has no lower aspects.

Green ~ connects to the heart centre and lungs. It is the comfortable and healthy colour of nature, representing growth, balance, healing, and depicting a love for all sentient beings and Mother Earth.

Blue ~ Pertains to the throat and the thyroid and is therefore indicative of communicators. Writers, public speakers and linguists will often have a lot of blue in their auric field. It is also a cool, calm and collected energy.

Indigo ~ Pertains to the third eye and therefore is a colour of deep feelings, intuition and sensitivity.

Violet/Lavender ~ Relating to the crown, pineal gland and the nervous systems. It is the most sensitive colour in the aura. People with a lot of violet in their auras are usually highly artistic, psychic, intuitive, visionary and magical.

“The aura is an extension of a person’s personality and emotional, mental and physical landscape, so it will change from day to day.”

Other Aura Colours:

Turquoise ~ is associated with the immune system and usually found in the auras of healers and therapists. It is a sensitive, compassionate colour.

Silver ~ pertains to spiritual and physical abundance. A lot of bright silver in an aura may indicate a spiritual awakening or financial gain.

Gold ~ typical of divine protection and enlightenment. This colour points towards strong spiritual and universal guidance, intuition, wisdom and inner peace.

Black ~ points towards pulling, capturing and transforming energy. It can indicate unreleased anger, grief or health problems. It also shows an unforgiving nature (to themselves and others) and possible past-life issues that remain unresolved.

White ~ linked to protection and deflecting other energies. Flashes of white within the auric field often signal that angels are nearby. As with most associations with white, it symbolizes purity, truth and a healthy individual.

Earth Tones/Brown ~ Colours of soil, wood, minerals and plants highlights very grounded energy and someone who works with the earth, such as a gardener or farmer. However, a more brownish hue can point to greediness, self-absorption or ignorance in its lowest aspect.

Rainbow ~ auras with stripes of colour emanating as beams of light from the hands, heart, or head indicate someone who is a healer.

Art by Solar Aura - Peter Solarz

[eternalstarlitwonderland]

Empyreal Butterflies

As the starlit hour drew to a close, the forest began to transition into darkness, transforming into a mere silhouette of its vibrant self

The last vestiges of light flickered faintly, like ephemeral sparks lost among the shadows

The starlight danced gently through the trees, shimmering momentarily before fading into the night’s embrace

After her departure, the joyful melody that filled the air faded away, leaving the woodland in tranquil silence

In her absence, the remaining butterflies that used to brighten the landscape drifted aimlessly, their once-radiant colors now muted and lost within the deepening gloom

Gradually, the forest became entirely shrouded in a shadowy veil, giving it an otherworldly quality

The butterflies lingered like faint echoes of their former splendor

Their luminous beauty is now hidden deep within the depths of the darkened woods

Suddenly, with a silvery flash, the sky erupted into an aurora, splashing the night canvas with ethereal hues that danced and swirled in an enchanting display

The first rays of dawn began to break, heralding the arrival of a new day

Daylight has an undeniable way of revealing the world’s intricate beauty, unveiling the landscape under its warm embrace

Gentle rays bathed the forest floor, casting a beauteous subtlety over the scene, while the lovely sound of birds began to trill a joyful morning song, filling the air with a sense of renewal

The sunlit glint delicately permeated the forest, draping it in a soft, radiant glow

As if responding to the awakening magic of the day-spring, fluorescent butterflies materialized, flocking toward the woodland once more

Although she had yet to return, her essence lingered within the very heart of the forest, entwining with the vibrant life around her

The day-spring’s beaming glimmer gleamed overhead, promising new beginnings and whispered secrets carried on the gentle breeze, inviting the early birds to begin their eagerly awaited journey

The incandescent butterflies dance gracefully through the air, their vibrant colors shimmering as they catch the sunlight

As they flutter among the lush greenery of the forest, each delicate wingbeat casts a gentle glow and softly weaves a tapestry of light that brightens, filling the air with a magical luminescence that brightens even the shadowy corners of the woodland

The trekkers were entranced as they gazed upon the delicate glimmer that sparkled like a thousand tiny stars dispersed across the landscape, that radiated from each tiny glimmer catching the sunlight like scattered jewels

Some of them felt an irresistible pull, as if the ethereal light seemed to weave a spell, drawing in those who paused to admire its enchanting allure, leaving them spellbound in its captivating embrace

Amidst the dense, shadowy embrace of the forest, one of the trekkers wandered deeper into the labyrinthine chasm of towering trees and found themselves lost

As the silence enveloped them, a mounting sense of panic began to creep in, evident in their trembling hands and quickened breaths

Unbeknownst to them, a vibrant flurry of butterflies fluttered gracefully through the air, their delicate wings glistered like gems, in the hues of orange and blue sensed the wanderer's distress

Instinctively, they flitted through the air, their delicate forms drawing closer to the troubled soul as if to offer solace amid the chaos

Caught off guard by the breathtaking sight of the brilliant butterflies emerging from the shadows, being stunned by the unexpected arrival

They hesitantly approached, their hearts racing with curiosity, With wide eyes

Pondered aloud, asking the ethereal creatures whether were harbingers of hope or mere figments of their imagination

A vibrant butterfly emerged, its wings shimmered in a sparkly silvery glitter and were painted with exquisite hues of soft rose and vivid chartreuse, creating a breathtaking display as it fluttered gracefully before them

With a gentle flick of its delicate antennae,

the butterfly emitted a soothing and clear voice that resonated with warmth and reassurance, captivating those who listened

It beckoned them with a subtle, inviting motion, guiding them along a hidden path that wound through a lush forest, where sunlight filtered through the canopy above, creating a tapestry of dappled light on the forest floor, as the butterfly leading them away from peril, and its presence was a comforting beacon on their journey and guiding them safely into the embrace of the vibrant wilderness, filling them with a sense of peace and wonder

The trekker warmly expressed their heartfelt gratitude for the skillful guidance provided throughout the winding paths of the forest,

feeling a profound sense of relief and appreciation for their safe journey, ensuring their safe passage amidst the towering trees and tangled underbrush

The butterflies fluttering around the daylit forest

Their delicate glint illuminates, keeping it mystical and magical

Making their mistress proud, honoring her legacy

She left a brilliant legacy that lives on through the fluorescent butterflies

They elegantly maundering in their ethereal glint, guarding the forest and protecting it from evil entities

[suzukiblu]

New WIP start behind the cut, based off a request from @itty-bitty-fun: “I'd definitely love to see your take on micro/macro”.  . . . you know that thing when a kink is not really your kink and you’re like neutral on its existence, but then, like . . . someone asks you to actually consider it, and then you get way too invested in the process? no reason. asking for a friend.

“This is mortifying,” Kon mutters into his hands, trying not to die of said mortification. 

“Kinda reminds me of my Barbie phase, honestly,” Cassie says with a smirk, offering him the set of doll clothes she just got back from digging up. He glowers disgruntledly up at her, but it’s technically an improvement on the spare ace bandages from Tim’s utility belt that he’s currently wrapped up in. Kon is not actually a self-conscious guy and wouldn’t normally care about anyone seeing him naked, but normally he is two hundred and fifty pounds of half-Kryptonian muscle and not the size of a goddamn Barbie doll, as Cassie has so helpfully and mercilessly seen fit to point out. 

Actually, probably a Barbie doll would be bigger. Like, Kon did not have a “playing with dolls” phase for several very obvious reasons, but he’s pretty sure they’re bigger than he is right now. He’s more, like, action figure-sized. Which, obviously he’d rather be an action figure than a fucking Barbie, given the option, but also Barbies are bigger than action figures, and–and–

Stupid magic.

“You’re really small, wow,” Bart observes as Kon snatches the doll clothes and eyes them sourly. “I bet we could fit you in Tim’s coffee cup. Or maybe even his utility belt. Or maybe–” 

“Shut up, Bart!” Kon snaps, because he really doesn’t like how this feels, actually, and it’s actually kind of freaking him out, and he probably is small enough to fit in Tim’s stupid coffee cup and that’s just not something he really wants to be a thing right now! At all! Or ever! 

Also, the doll clothes are big and shapeless and awkward and came off a stupid cheesy “legally distinct” knockoff Troia doll, which means they’re also sparkly and kind of itch, it turns out, while also being stupidly flimsy and so paper-thin they're practically see-through. He feels like an idiot in them, and doesn’t even wanna think about how stupid he must look. 

Fuck his stupid fucking life. 

Look, Kon’s a big guy, okay? He’s used to being a big guy. Used to being the meat shield and the tank and the one who gets between everybody and the problem. Like this . . . 

What the fuck use is he, like this? 

The spell’s temporary. It’s not permanent or dangerous or anything like that. It’ll be gone by this time tomorrow, if not sooner. 

But it’s not gone yet, and Kon’s no use to anybody like this. 

“Could put you in a dollhouse for the night,” Cassie hums, giving him an amused smile. “Tuck you into bed like a baby doll.” 

“I actually hate you,” he informs her, and she laughs, because she’s the worst. 

“Actually I really like that idea,” Bart says musingly, tapping his mouth. “You grifin’ never let us take care of you.” 

“I still have TTK,” Kon reminds him threateningly, and Bart just cocks his head, looking him over speculatively. 

“So you’re not as strong, but you're still pretty invulnerable?” he asks. 

“Who fucking cares?!” Kon snaps in frustration. He’s still no use right now either way. 

“I just wanna know if we could fuck you like this and not have to worry about hurting you,” Bart replies reasonably, reaching out to stroke a fingertip down his chest. Kon–sputters, kind of, and reflexively recoils from it. 

And also, like. Burns alive, kind of. 

“I–like this?” he sputters. “I'm like, fucking doll-sized, Bart!” 

“Yeah, I know,” Bart agrees. “Like the perfect size to pick up and play with.” 

“Burning alive” is actually not a strong enough phrase for what Kon is doing right now. 

“You already let us dress you up,” Bart points out, poking at the strap of his borrowed clothes. Kon metaphorically vaporizes into atoms and literally dodges away from the poking. 

“I dressed myself,” he says defensively, mortified by the idea of–what exactly does Bart even have in mind? He's not big enough to do anything for any of them. His dick is definitely not big enough to do anything for any of them. Like–how would that even–how would they even–? 

“Hmmm,” Cassie says, and then just puts both her hands around him and picks him up, because she is again the worst, and–well, and then she flips him around, unzips the front of her shirt, and sits him down to recline right on top of her bare cleavage, his head resting back against her breastbone, which is . . . fine, alright. Like–he’ll live with that. Getting snuggled up to a pair of tits big enough to sleep on is not the worst imposition of his life, especially when said tits belong to the most Wonder-ful member of their whole weird nebulously-defined team situationship thing. 

But also, it’s embarrassing, because what the fuck is he supposed to do for her like this? 

[skitskatdacat63]

Fernando Alonso & His Relationship With Cards

I'm sure we're all familar with the cards on the back of Fernando's Vegas GP helmet by now, but did you know his relationship with cards goes a lot deeper?

I. Magic Tricks

You've probably seen or heard someone at least mention Fernando's propensity for card tricks. As far as I can tell he was doing them(publically) as far back as 2003 all the way to as recently as 2018. Even once performing a card trick, with a condom and a teddy bear(!??!?!??!!), in front of Valentino Rossi who said "How was that possible?"(x)

But how did this start? According to James Allen, "Fernando admits to having been heavily influenced by his grandfather, a mercurial figure, who taught him magic and card tricks, still one of his passions away from the race track."(x) And I'm not sure the validity of this one, because I couldn't find an actual source, but apparently he once said: "My parents are responsible for the two things I like doing most - driving and magic tricks. They bought me my first go-kart and a magician's kit."

In several interviews he described it as his hobby off track, and that he loved learning new tricks and surprising others in the garage with them! So clearly cards are pretty important to him both as a hobby but also to who he is as a person since they've been with him just as long as racing has.

II. Card Symbolism in His Helmets

This is the reason I originally made this post, but I thought I should also explain the origins of his card fascination first. As I said, we probably all remember the cards on the back of his helmet in Vegas, but did you know that wasn't the first time he had cards on the back of his helmet?

From 2008-2013, he used to have a pair of cards on the back of his helmets. The symbolisms of the cards themselves as well as the evolution of their design is really fascinating to me! Even more so with the recent development of the card choice in 2023.

Fernando said he wanted to reference his two titles in some way on the back of his helmet and after his friend sent him several ideas, he decided on having two cards(an ace of clubs and an ace of hearts, sometimes pictured with 05 and 06 on them as well), saying: "I picked the cloverleaf [the ace of clubs - Ed] to give me luck, but the only pity is that it doesn't have four leaves!"(X)

2008.

Here's the very first appearance of the cards! They're displayed flat, with the 05 and 06 clearly visible

2009.

Very similar to 2008, but with a slightly different design, and they're maybe a bit more straight with less shadow?

2010.

This is the first major change! I was sad they didn't have the years on them anymore, but then I realized they're sparkly to match with his signature lightning bolts on the top of the helmet!!

2011.

Honestly I'm still somewhat unsure if this is the actual 2011 helmet? It's pretty difficult to find clear photos of the back of helmets from older seasons. It's easiest to find them on replica sites or auction sites so I'm not 100%? But anyways, I like that this has the championship years on the underside of the cards

2012.

This is when I started getting weirdly emotional about the helmets. Do you see how they've progressed from being a centerpoint to being curled up and sad at the bottom of the helmet? Not listing the year anymore??

2013.

Same thoughts as 2012. And after this season, they cease to exist (just like his ferrari chair in the garage, WOAH CALLBACK), until cards make a reeappearance in his Vegas helmet, albeit in a different form

2013 Monaco(Honorable Mention):

For some reason 2013 helmets were easier to find proper pictures of, so I happened to witness this absolute beauty. The creativity of this helmet genuinely blows me away??? Wanting to keep the card motif, but making sure to incorporate it into the rest of the puzzle piece design?? Mwah! There was another special 2013 helmet but they didn't change the cards at all so I really applaud this one

2023 Las Vegas(The Return of The King):

The magnificent return! But look! The cards are different cards! Instead of being two aces, it's now an ace of hearts, a four of hearts(his driver number of course!) and, the, now iconic, representation of himself as a Joker. I literally could not believe my eyes when this helmet was released and I saw the Joker card, what a fucking silly old man....I really wonder if he felt nostalgic having cards on his helmet again or if he didn't think about it all and was just like, "ah cards because Vegas!!!"

III. Why Does This Matter?

*The rest of the post was factual, this is moreso my personal thoughts on the symbolism of the cards/designs

This post spawned from me recently watching the 2010 Bahrain gp and noticing "hey wait a minute...are those CARDS ON THE BACK OF HIS HELMET!?" It's a really tiny detail that's unfortunately covered up by the HANS device pretty much whenever he's wearing the helmet, so it's really difficult to spot! But I became fascinated with the fact that he had cards on his helmet before that recent helmet, and now here we are!

There's something to me about how the design of the cards evolves over the course of six seasons from the cards being front and center to being smaller, more folded up and closer to the bottom of the helmet. As I said, the 2012-2013 ones genuinely made me depressed because it feels, symbolically, like his hopes for getting another Ace are becoming more and more unlikely and falling away until they eventually fall falt and fade away entirely after 2013 and disappear for basically a decade.

But when they return? They're not the same cards! Instead of representing Fernando's championships, they now represent him as a person, displaying his driver number and his persona of being a Joker!! Though I do think it's interesting he happened to keep the Ace of Hearts, even though he talked more about the Ace of Clubs before. I'm not sure it's actually this deep in reality, but I like to think that it's him not letting his championships(and the lack thereof) define him, but rather letting who he is as a person shine and be the centerpoint instead! But on a sadder note, as @suzuki-ecstar said to me, maybe the Aces aren't there anymore because he's lost all hope for a chance at a third Ace entirely :(

[seafoamreadings]

week of august 4th, 2024

these are written predominantly for the *rising* signs but they are also intuitively "channeled" enough that they should work for any dominant energy you have! (try your sun if you don't know rising, or more advanced readers can try moon, anywhere you have a stellium, etc and see what works best for you!)

aries: while the week's transits are quite earthy at this time, the background is still by and large fire and air. venus into virgo can also be a great time for you to spice up a diet, gym routine, or any form of routine you want to elevate from boring to sacred ritual.

taurus: virgo is where the action is. that's your 5th house of fun! on the one hand, mercury goes retrograde in there this week but on the other hand, your ruler venus graces that region of the sky with her own special sparkly aura. you're just going to have to accept that going with the flow involves getting splashed a little bit. plan accordingly and insist on a good time.

gemini: this week is very "you can do this the easy way or the hard way" vibes. unfortunately it's not always obvious which way is easy. mercury retrograde really muddles things up for you but on the bright side, venus is near by to hopefully soften the blow.

cancerians: if you have a partner, bring them out to some local fun this week and if you don't, hanging around nearby places, no matter how boring your locale may have previously seemed to you, presents good odds for a fun meet-cute scenario or just a really good time.

leo: the new moon in your sign is like a personal new moon in so many ways because the sun is so powerful in your sign. don't let anyone convince you the moon is your enemy or that you should be uncomfortable with lunar themes. use this very magical period to set intentions and level yourself way way up.

virgo: some may try to tell you to dread the ingress of venus into your sign due to her classically debilitated state there. no, she's not at her most comfortable, but that doesn't mean she is suddenly a malefic or that there's anything wrong with you. embrace the beauty of service and the love that is wrapped up in little details.

libra: the week is not comfortable for you per se, but the background astrology is broadly supportive anyway. sometimes support comes in the form of tough love, brutal honesty, or a wrong turn that turns out to be a weird shortcut.

scorpio: friendship weirdness ensues. or if it doesn't naturally occur, you might have to be the catalyst. but stagnation socially is not meant for you at this time. even a little too much comfort isn't always a good thing.

sagittarius: the upcoming week or two or so may be hectic for you. it's not so bad, as you can keep up with any changes of pace. but if you had made plans, don't expect to be sticking to them very much.

capricorn: if you didn't already have plans or projects in the works, it's not a great time to enact them. however, with all that out of the way, things otherwise unfold very nicely for you, especially when it comes to long distance travel or business affairs, and academic endeavors.

aquarius: any esoteric or occult - in any sense - pursuits are at the forefront this week but they are really meant to be kept to yourself, these are not public affairs. lending and borrowing are also to be strongly discouraged at this time.

pisces: mercury retrograde in virgo along with venus's ingress into virgo means for you, the service axis is lit up and so is the self-others axis. don't lose track of your own identity; some people will take advantage of your unconditional love and kindness. even without realizing they are doing so. give love to yourself as well. don't try to pour from an empty cup.

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

Time for the June Summary! And we've got some WILD results!

Lullah

For the first time EVER, Richarlyson has been dethroned!! Lullah won 11/60 polls, and tied in 2 more polls.

Lullah has been voted most likely to:

Love to sing when she's alone, but hate it when there's people around

Stay up way too late to watch the stars

Have a Hamilton phase

Make paper fortune tellers

Be obsessed with crafts to the point almost everything in their room is homemade

Try to go foraging for mushrooms

Make flower crowns for her siblings

Make Warrior Cats AMV's

Be a fiber artist

Host her birthday party at a "Paint Your Own Pottery" place

Win the talent show

Richarlyson

Despite being dethroned, I'm pretty sure that Richas will never be below top 3. Richas has won 12/60 polls this month, and tied for another one. Richas has been voted most likely to:

Put an object in his tooth gap

Be banned from the kitchen for causing a fire

WILLINGLY put his head in Freddy Fazbear's mouth

Be the first to jump into the pool

Not realise that straight people exist

Dye his sibling's hair in the middle of the night

Sneak out of bed to secretly watch whatever late night TV their parents have on

Be the goalkeeper in a football/soccer team

Eat his shed skins like a leopard gecko

Play dirty in Marco Polo

Play on Roblox

Sneak into the kitchen to eat butter straight from the butter dish

Dapper, Pepito & Sunny

With 7/60 polls won each (Well, technically Dapper won 6 and tied for one), Dapper has been voted most likely to:

Convince her siblings that he has magical powers

Collect trading cards

Perform a science experiment that forces the class to evacuate

Play scary games at a sleepover just to scare everyone

Tell their parent bedtime stories

Have strong opinions about classical music composers

Pepito has been voted most likely to:

Not recognize a parent after they got a haircut, and start crying because Pepito thinks they are a stranger

Get lost in an airport

Crawl into Pepito's parent's bed after a nightmare

Play on Club Penguin

Parallel play with a sibling by watching them play videogames

Accidentally trip on the graduation stage

Be tricked by Pepito's sibling giving Pepito an unplugged controller

Sunny has been voted most likely to:

Win a fashion contest

Cry crocodile tears

Have imaginary family members

Write exclusively in sparkly gel pens

Have a new playground boyfriend/girlfriend every day

Be a picky eater

Host a sleepover

Chayanne

With 5/60 polls won, Chayanne has been voted most likely to:

Be really into Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Be super into greek mythology

Be a natural leader in a Lord Of The Flies -like story

Jump on the stage of a talent show to help a sibling with stage fright

Get really competitive at the Splat-A-Lot course

Ramón & Pomme

With 3/60 polls won each, Ramón has been voted most likely to:

Make dioramas

Eat instant ramen at LEAST twice a day

Start a stick blacksmith shop

Pomme has been voted most likey to:

Be at the library every day if she could

Offer free face painting of pride flags at a pride event

Go all out for pride month

Leonarda & Empanada

With 1/60 polls won, and tied for 1 more, Leo has been voted most likely to:

Play on Neopets

Empanada has been voted most likely to:

Embroider in her spare time

Chunsik

With 1/60 polls won, Chunsik has been voted most likely to:

Step outside for 10 minutes and somehow get sunburnt

Now, onto the ties!

Lullah & Empanada

have tied for being most likely to have a sticker journal!

Lullah & Leonarda

Have tied for being most likely to play on Animal Jam!

Dapper & Richarlyson

Have tied for being most likely to try to scare their sibling while they're playing a horror game!

I'll see you all next month! o/