#having said that *cough cough* more tags->

[thedaythatwas]

still not over the fact that akechi’s idea of charming banter curated to gain akira’s trust included telling him about his dead mom and his desire to take revenge on his father while they were bathing together in a public bath. I mean logistically that works, but… really? you jumped there pretty quick man.

#I see the logic here really I do #he’s smart! #still a WILD conversation to have unprompted and even wilder to have naked #there’s also something to be said for the fact that we aren’t entirely sure how much he *actually* wanted to share here #like is there any truth to that whole I can’t help what I say around you thing?? is it all manipulation?? or is akechi genuinely confused #cough repressed cough #anyway this is a LOT for the tags I’ve gotta rant about this more soon xoxo #persona 5 #goro akechi #shuake

[shima-draws]

Sanlu consuming my brain like a goddamn fungus. Please send help. I’ve already written down so many ideas for fics I’m going to blow up

Blurred bc spoilers and also some of these are really REALLY self indulgent (embarrassing) and may never see the light of day

#HELP!!!!!!! #Sanlu #One Piece #Lusan #Sanji #Luffy #It’s official. If I’ve already got AUs and am writing fics. It’s so jover <3 #Waves goodbye to Zolu it was a good run #This makes perfect sense tho bc I ALWAYS end up shipping my two favorite characters together #Sideeyes Tododeku Trustedpartner Diode Albatross and many more #Coughs anyway. I think I need a therapist #Currently crawling out of my skin for any and all Sanlu content #I have devoured the majority of the AO3 AND tumblr tags. (It is not enough.) #*laughs nervously* I’m in danger!! #Shima speaks #Ohhhh the brainrot is so real. They are literally rotting my brain. These bitches ain’t even paying me rent #FELLAS. Is it gay to tell a cute boy about your dream and decide to sail with him to find an impossible treasure #FELLAS IS IT GAY TO TRY AND SACRIFICE YOUR LIFE TO PROTECT SAID CUTE BOY. #Is it gay to get stupidly unreasonably jealous when cute boy compliments somebody else’s cooking. #The real questions!!!!!

[non-plutonian-druid]

*sigh* getting real sick of “canonical” aspec rep being like. tweets by the author.

#thats been a recent trend #kids in the aspec tags lose their shit over their shiny new 'canonical' rep #and im just like. ok so are you going to show it in the source material or #oh no? cool thanks for nothing #*cough* a certain owly kids show *cough* #and several others but thats the one that annoys me most #like i get it i get it i get it its HARD to get queer rep in media still #i get it #tweets still arent rep tho #you dont have to say the words i will take ANY gesture in the direction of any kind of canonical proof AT ALL #ANYTHING to say 'yeah these words im saying had literally even the smallest iota of an effect on how this character was written' #but oh hm here i am making this post thats weird #for the void #i feel like i should add that said certain owly kids show is not the brunt of the problem #and im not a paragon of virtue for being more irritated at it than i am about the other ones #my irritation is purely selfish and petty and there are plenty of other media properties with this problem doing *worse* #the point is just that Word of God is worth jack shit when there isnt an iota of subtext #and im probably weakening that by bringing it up #but this is a vent post i do what i want

[shirogane-oushirou]

me: i think i'm gonna try to log off for my mental health ^_^

me: and by that i mean spend multiple days straight cleaning out my very first tumblr blog so i can back it up bc tumblr utils keeps getting stuck halfway through <3 <- dying and perishing and passing away

#📌 [ my posts. ] #💭 [ my thoughts. ] #someone drag my laptop away for a few hours KJANJKN like. #i'm getting through more than i have in my MANY attempts over the years (it had 75k posts when i started. now it's 60k. lol. lmao.) #but it's still mildly soul sucking. and i DO definitely want it backed up bc a lot of gifs and art are on there #in various tags i can't remember anymore so just backing up specific tags wouldn't work. #it's just. the human brain was not meant to take in multiple thousands of early 2010's posts in such a short span of time... #our memes... not funny. our 'fyeah-___' blogs... not funny. our lack of online fake story literacy... not funny KJANSKJN. #also! on my... cough... other sel.fship blog i said i missed the 2010's stsk fandom but not the weird raunchy 'humor'? .... yeah. yep. #anyway back to being semi-offline ksjndjkn i'll try to catch up on drafts throughout the evening. #OH ALSO. this does mean i've drafted a bunch of old aesthetic / music / pkmn posts on here so. beware kjsdnkj.

[bluepallilworld]

each time I make a post about a fic of mine, I wished I had a gif to add

like it was a known media and you could just find it in the gifs

nothing to do with it being famous (very much not my goal XD)

just

I like gifs

I like lil' moving characters

#delete later #one day I'll have to make one I guess #it's not like it would appear on its own #girl it's your blorbos from your mind obviously you have to do it yourself XD #also I have such a facination for animatics #those blorbos are moving! they're alive!!! #I can't believe I was a bit weirded out by the word ''blorbo'' at first and now I'm just using it in my head too #if you don't like reading my random thoughts you can block ''delete later'' I usually use that hashtag #I always have that hope I'm gonna come back to delete it later... #why am I writing like I do when I'm starting to get sleep deprieved drunk it's not even 11pm yet #I still have my grammar tho #mmmmmmmm #it's now been more than a week that I'm sick I reaaaally hope I will soon stop trying to cough out my pulmons #*she said right before starting to cough for the n times today* #do you know the limit for tags is 30? #I am midway #it's generaly not a problem #unless I'm reblogging miss yuyu's art #she has thoughts and I wanna answer with my own #because they're shaped #one of these sentences I have no idea how I'd explain the meaning to one of my IRL friends #and there is a limit for how long a tag can be too! you can't write a whole story in one single tag and that's very sad don't you think? Ho #140 characters #when I said that ''they're shaped'' I was talking Yuri's thoughts not mine #I like my friend #and it makes me so happy to see her having fun with her askers #should I really be gushing about her like that here in a random post's tags? Maybe not #I don't think she'd see that anyway so I'm all good #how many tags have I left? #oh that's the last one better make it count right? If you read this I'm sending you (yes you!)

[jeoseungsaja]

MBTI SUMMARY.

INTJ / THE ARCHITECT

It can be lonely at the top. As one of the rarest personality types – and one of the most capable – Architects (INTJs) know this all too well. Rational and quick-witted, Architects pride themselves on their ability to think for themselves, not to mention their uncanny knack for seeing right through phoniness and hypocrisy. But because their minds are never at rest, Architects may struggle to find people who can keep up with their nonstop analysis of everything around them.

Architects question everything. Many personality types trust the status quo, relying on conventional wisdom and other people’s expertise to guide their lives. But ever-skeptical Architects prefer to make their own discoveries. In their quest to find better ways of doing things, they aren’t afraid to break the rules or risk disapproval – in fact, they rather enjoy it.

They bring a single-minded drive to their work, applying the full force of their insight, logic, and willpower. And heaven help anyone who tries to slow them down by enforcing pointless rules or offering poorly thought-out criticism.

This personality type comes with a strong independent streak. Architects don’t mind acting alone, perhaps because they don’t like waiting around for others to catch up with them. They also generally prefer making decisions without asking for anyone else’s input. At times, this lone-wolf behavior can come across as insensitive, as it fails to take into consideration other people’s thoughts, desires, and plans.

Architects can be single-minded, with little patience for frivolity, distractions, or idle gossip. That said, they’re far from dull or humorless. Many Architects are known for their irreverent wit, and beneath their serious exteriors, they often have a sharp, delightfully sarcastic sense of humor.

It would be a mistake, however, to view Architects as uncaring. Whatever the stereotypes about their stoic intellect, these personalities feel deeply. When things go wrong or when they hurt others, Architects are personally affected and spend much time and energy trying to figure out why things happened the way that they did. They may not always value emotion as a decision-making tool, but they are authentically human.

Because Architects value truth and depth, many common social practices – from small talk to white lies – may seem pointless or downright stupid to them. As a result, they may inadvertently come across as rude or even offensive when they’re only trying to be honest.

Architects are full of contradictions. They are imaginative yet decisive, ambitious yet private, and curious yet focused. From the outside, these contradictions may seem baffling, but they make perfect sense once you understand the inner workings of the Architect mind.

tagged by: @ofgentleresolve​​ ❤️ tagging: @mythvoiced​ | @melloreturn​ | @astremourante​ | @thegreenswillcome​ | @interxstitial​ | @wellfell​ | @tewwor​ & anyone who wishes to do this one!! 

#♔ || about (verse three). #the fact that you......................thought Patrick was an INTJ in the beginning.......... #and Hyuk got this result................ #wHAT DOES IT MEAN #IUWEDHIUASHDIUWHED #I THINK??? This sorta fits Hyuk?? I believe I made this one more than once to make sure he got the same result and he did IUEDHIWUEDH #ALSO??? READING ABOUT PATRICK'S RESULTS WAS SO INTERESTING #👀 AND ACCURATE #'A FORCE FOR GOOD IN THE WORLD' THAT'S PATRICK THANK YOU--- #I also read about compatibility between INFJ & INTJ IWUEHDIWEHD #It said both would be able to resolve difficult problems together because they're great at it #and they could spend whole nights together discussing different theories and/or reading books together #'Their idea of fun is a quiet evening spent at home rather than at a crowded concert or raucous party' #and also #'They both take romantic decisions very seriously and will share the goal of being in a committed long-term relationship' #(cOUGHS LOUDLY) #KDHIUEDHWIEUDH ANYWAY #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAGGING ME IN THIS DEAR FERRE <3 IT WAS FUN TO DO!!! #Took me a bit but here it is :D HOPE IT'S??? A LIL' INTERESTING??? #HAVE A FANTASTIC DAY! <3 #♔ || queue.

[certified-anakinfucker]

for the character solidifying asks - 49 and 50 for the oc(s) of your choice !

hiiii oh my gosh is this the first time youve been in my ask box. i think so. i am so sorry it has taken me a literal month but here, i offer you my second favorite jedi dad and then a miserable wet rat of a seer character solidifying asks here

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent? Hellir’-Amderak Edi Drovaddal // Hellir’ has a very smooth, soulful, I won’t say gentle but.. non-domineering voice. He is a Diplomat and must adjust his voice as needed for pretty much any situation but at rest he is quite soft-spoken, and pronounces his words pretty easily? He doesn’t speak so crisp when he’s not on the job. It’s between a mumble, and just on the tip of a smile. He’s VERY deliberate, no matter what the case may be. If he says it, he means it. And he has kept his native Balosar accent to him (which is like a typical Coruscanti Basic accent, just.. slightly to the left of the usual from what you hear on the surface but not quite found on any other level. A bit gruff, choppy at times, but never upset or accusatory or negative. It’s just a little to the left of it all.)

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating? Jupso Onurimaa // He always looks like he’s suffering, because he usually is. It’s the slightly furrowed brow, a little frown to him, lips pressed tightly together, he’s got worry and remorse in his eyes more than anything else. He’s withdrawn even in expression, when anyone’s able to see it. He used to be very good at hiding this away from others but he’s slipped up majorly since resurrection, and if you see him with no veil…

#cheeri inquires #cheeri ocs #oc tag | [hellir'-amderak edi drovaddal] #oc tag | [jupso onurimaa] #IVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT JUPSO MORE RECENTLY THANKS TO @ KIWIKIPEDIA AND MANNNN #i almost feel bad for jupso. #like hellir' certainly had it difficult with being the one picking up in qui-gon's aftermath and he helped obi-wan work through a lot of #different traumas and how to move forward with what He feels is right rather than like.. following what qui-gon asked of him #he's already been a savior many times over and he just loves to see others grow because he himself was taught so well and carried on after #his master “mysteriously disappeared” (cough cough got vanished on purpose) #but then jupso is just kinda. really pathetic #he saw a prophecy that yoda and his four students would ultimately bring down the order if yoda. HIS OWN MASTER AT THE TIME. was not taken #out of the grandmaster position. but instead of going w the prophecy he just left the order entirely and went back home #his family and wife convinced him to go back and save the children at least but he refused to get anywhere near yoda #and thus allowed the prophecy to not only come to fruition but also allowed a consequential prophecy to manifest in one of his padawans #that pretty much said “good job. the force is about to break into physical shards and with it will come hell. have fun” #he couldn't even die in peace bc the grim reaper said no. LOL suffer

[tisdae]

me whenever i watches a show: aww i identify with them and think they might be bisexual

me reading the comments: oh look at all the biphobia/homophobia

also me: ✨tries to ignore it the best i can and watches the show/movie while waving the bisexual flag in my thoughts✨

#most recent i read a comment saying that they were straight only bcus they had been dating the opposite sex but not once had they said that #they were straight it’s like the idea of a character being lgbt bothers people *coughs* homophobia biphobia etc #people just love to say that it’s ‘enough’ for it to be one lgbt couple on show why have more just let the other chatacters be #hello????? can’t they hear how they sound and how fucking rude that it??? #also shipping etc should be peaceful and we should just focus on our own ships #you don’t see me bothering your tag and or comment section etc ???? #LOVE IS LOVE #TREAT PEOPLE WITH KINDNESS #i want to rip out my hair ajdhsjdhhs i #love being bisexual but the biphobia is getting to me sometimes #im sorry if this doesn’t make sense im going to continue watching thy shuw #tisdae.txt #911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #buddie #911 fox #lgbt+

[beafocal]

I think maybe I misunderstood the prompt lol. Changing to 🌼 and Merlin!

(the meme)

the fic where a small Merlin does in fact have to defend his mother from adultery charges in a 5th or 6th century Demetae court

#

He's old enough that the baby blues have darkened to an unnatural violet, but young enough that steadily walking is not actually a reliable prospect yet. Not the greatest legal counsel there's ever been.

Also, Emrys's strategy for getting himself and his mother off the hook hinges heavily on reciprocal blackmail. He probably also loses points for that.

In his defense, the whole thing is bullshit anyway. And a whole assortment of other words he shouldn't know yet, hastily shuffled away from his sight by a future version of him who's just as baffled that this is happening at all. I thought the future future me was the one I'd wind up seeing is a bemused murmur somewhere at the edge of Emrys's hearing. Bright lights from another time catch the corner of his vision, and he can't resist grabbing for them with hands suddenly much smaller than he thinks they should be.

Of course he grabs nothing. Is he really this tiny?

(In another time and place, they will say that he lived backward, that he was an old man from the day he was born. They're not wholly wrong.)

#foxachu #asked and answered o ye who crave knowledge #bea writes sometimes #look: this version of the Merlin story is heavily linked with the Merlin-as-antichrist iteration #but consider: i really like the concept of Merlin having to partake in 5th century ace attorney shenanigans #as a toddler. you can't tell me that's any more apeshit than the general AA or Fate wilderness. #anyway arthuriana is kind of a buffet offering anyway #i said anyway twice there and i'm standing by it instead of retyping the tag #not sure this is exactly how i'd write this fic but it's late and i'm tired and this should give you an idea #also the adultery thing is WILD because apparently that was at the time of the prose Merlin's writing like... high penalties for that shit #but it counted even if you were unwed and just having a party out of wedlock. #...anyway i'll take the concept and leave a bunch of the trappings /cough

[zanathan-aisling]

mary doesn’t know what a gay person is enough to be homophobic towards gary

#ib spoilers #(written after All Of This: Apologies for the brain vomit.) #this eventually turns into a screed against liking sibling ships LMFAO #ok now the tags begin: #thats the only thing stopping her #(semi-joking. like lol heehee mary hostility moments but. honestly i'm not sure she even dislikes him particularly????????) #(like. replaying the game. she's more frustrated than anything at him + obviously thinks the 'bunnies' are cute) #(she doesn't HATE the guy and has some sorta warped affection for 'im in that 'rips up your heart flower in a loves-me-not game' way but.) #(still clearly sees him as an Obstacle more than anything. a means to an end.) #(jealous of ib's trust in him in their dysfunctional three-person found family dynamic BECAUSE SHE CAN ONLY CONTEXTUALIZE #HER BABY-BRAIN AFFECTION FOR IB AS A SISTERLY THING BC WRAPPING THIS AROUND SHE DOES NOT FUCKING KNOW WHAT A GAY PERSON IS #also for the record i said this before but i Do Not Ship Them!!! and frankly mary would move on by the time she realizes what being gay actu #actually is. she's like 9 and ib was the first girl she met in her age group. we aren't having any funny buisiness here thats gross. #i. hate explaining that every fucking time i bring this up but i cannot stress enough how unwelcome *those* sorts of shipping-brains are. #it sucks. i just want to discuss the definitely-embarrassing-to-her- #.-later-in-life motives of the human sacrificing painting girl and insinuate she's gay without the precident of FREAKS getting wierd aboutit #ANYWAYS CITRUS FUCKING *SUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKS* AND IF YOU SUPPORT FICTIONALIZED GLORIFICATIONS OF STEP-SIBLING SHIT DIE fJHKSDHGLKJSDG #*cough* anyways but yeah mary doesn't know what a gay person is

[jaxonkreide]

Warum sagt deine Mutter nicht "Gesundheit" und ist dann sauer wenn Andere es sagen?! Ist die immer so oder nur bei dieser einen speziellen Sache?? o_o

(Frage in Bezug zu meinen tags in diesem reblog)

Keine Ahnung, warum sie kein Gesundheit sagt, aber ich hab ihr schon mehrmals in der Vergangenheit gesagt, dass ich es schön fände wenn sie es sagt? Einmal hat sie die Ausrede rausgeholt, dass ich doch komisch niese und sie denkt, es wäre ein Husten (sie sagt es aber auch nicht wirklich zu anderen und andere haben kein Problem damit mein Niesen zu erkennen lmao ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Sie ist nicht wirklich sauer, wenn andere es sagen? Ich glaub, wenn andere es sagen fällt ihr nur auf, dass sie es selbst nicht macht und is deshalb eher mies gelaunt? Die Emotionen sind wahrscheinlich eher auf sie selbst gerichtet, weshalb sie mal ein bisschen davon angepisst war. Aber ich hab sie nie näher danach gefragt. Ich sage ihr lieber, dass ich es gerne hätte, wenn sie mir mal Gesundheit sagen würde, als das ich frage, ob sie tiefere Gründe dahinter hat, es nicht zu sagen :/ Man denkt, dass so ne kleine Nettigkeit nicht schwer wäre aber bleghhh scheint schon so zu sein?

Zugegebenermaßen vergisst sie oft solche Art von Sachen 💀 Ich kann ihr noch so oft sagen, sie solle mich doch bitte als ihr "Kind" anstatt von "Sohn" vorstellen und sie kriegt es trotzdem nicht hin. Hat sogar neulich, als wir wo offizieles waren, wo ich meinen Ausweis zeigen musste, "Tochter" gesagt anstatt "Kind" 💀 Ist es soooo schwer ein geschlechtsneutrales Wort zu sagen??

Aber ne, sie sonst nicht wirklich sauer, wenn andere Leute besseres Benehmen haben als sie. Ich habs nur gerne, wenn mir Gesundheit gesagt wird und sie sagt es nie, außer andere sagen es zuerst, warum auch immer das so is :/

#ask te jaxon #anon #ich wollte gerade schlafen gehen (wir gucken nicht auf die Uhr) und noch nen bisschen tumblr scrollen #und sehe dann diese frage #saß hier gute 10 minuten oder mehr am überlegen wie verdammt ich man nochmal deutsch schreibt #es ist jahre her das ich was größeres auf deutsch geschrieben habe lmaooo #my mom's just weirddddd #i dunno why she feels competitive or smth only after other people said it to me first #the time she was pissed was because it was like a stranger at a clothing store and i pointed out to her how nice that was of them #that was the time she also told me my sneezing sounds like coughing #i have a lot of voice related issues stemming from my mom to friends comments and also dysphoria #and sneezing is still a noise i make with my mouth so like?? constantly having sneezes ignored when with her is not;; #the healthiest for my mind lmao #i sneeze often too so my frustration builds up pretty fast towards that when visiting her #sorry i switched to english in the tags it's more comfortable for me especially online writing in german is so hard 💀 #native language who german is so hard lmao

[neverendingford]

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#yooooooo. I haven't gotten to use the #storytime sexcapades #tag in a hot while. but we finally back in it. #tag talk #I've said it before and I'll say it again. claiming old men are creepy for liking younger partners infringes on my right to like older guys #you can't penalize the old men without also depriving younger folk of their gilfs. #anyway. I finally got to sink my teeth into someone last night. was very good. I left a full teeth pattern on his shoulder. #also got to hear him talk about living in Washington DC back in the 1970s which was really neat. #talked about religion and coming out and his past relationships. was really fun. #felt a bit love-bomb-y at times but hard to distinguish between genuine verbose enthusiasm and emotional pressure. #but I'm a big girl I know how to set my boundaries. #he was definitely into men not women and kept calling me a man but weirdly enough it didn't bother me. #doesn't matter how he viewed me. I felt like myself. and that means more than what he sees me as #wait wait I forgot the beginning of the story. got stood up by a guy at the park and I was chilling out of my car in the darkness #and this couple shows up and she immediately bends over and he pulls down her pants and starts fucking her. #which means that unless I want to disturb and spook them.. I am stuck because my car is close to theirs and it'll make noise #honestly funniest situation I've been in. and then the old guy hit me up and I accepted that I would have to interrupt them #so I coughed very loudly first and then went to my car and left #I stayed the night and the next morning (today) he shows me his apartment and I think he's republican??? #he has a framed picture of Ronald Reagan. A FRAMED PICTURE OF RONALD REAGAN. #also the novelty Biden toilet paper. #am I a bad person now? #have I accidentally betrayed my people and my cause?

[luvsavos]

you see i would love to engage with other saints row people but i fear being Cringe

#mar.txt #saints row #why am i main tagging? good question #you know what for good measure #monster hunter #<- tagging that too since my sr oc is a crossover oc #a versa pietru who's a rouge angel of truth that just. fucked off from his own world #was under the domain of one of my other ocs，one of the creator gods #currently in the process of becoming a fallen angel #pietru works nicely for this concept since it has two versions，versa (the 'light' version) and makili (the 'dark' version) #his name is uriel and he's a bitchy cat that is sadistic power hungry and tends to view mortals as disposable and existing solely for the #amusement of the divines such as himself #he views them as fundamentally lesser than dragons and even more lesser than divine beings #that SAID. joining with the saints led him to end up learning to value SOME human life as he begrudgingly ended up becoming fond of some of #them. cough cough johnny (bossgat brainrot :girlhelp:....). he's very very protective of them but still incredibly dismissive of other #mortal life #he gets to have the freedom to do what he wants (see: murder and violence and etc etc) in this world where he couldn't in his own so he #relishes in it and is quite loyal to the saints #by the events of 4 he ends up being fairly protective of everyone that's left，even if he IS still the equivalent of a grumbly surly cat to #everyone except johnny.... he shows his fondness in his Own Ways™️ #good fucking gods i sound so cringy what the fuck im going to explode into a million pieces of viscera why am i maintagging both fandoms #head in hands head in hands head in hands h #oc tag: uriel

[astonmartinii]

cutie patooties | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem leclerc!reader

just them terrorising the world with their cuteness (and collecting the younger drivers)

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR | SMALL BUSINESS

yourusername

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yourusername: he loves redline more than me 🙄

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user1: obsessed with how she's like "oh you wanna ship max with my brother" and then takes lestappen out back and shoots them

user2: as she should, she's the cutest leclerc by far

yourusername: true 😙

maxverstappen1: double true 😘

charles_leclerc: die.

yourusername: erm consider your ass REPORTED THIS IS HARASSMENT

maxverstappen1: did you just threaten my girlfriend ????

charles_leclerc: and what?

maxverstappen1: pull up, i'm outside

charles_leclerc: ???? leave ????

maxverstappen1: no i'm deadass don't disrespect my gf 😤😤😤

charles_leclerc: it's my SISTER

yourusername: when he's protective 😛😛😛

user3: screaming, crying, throwing up over the keychain

user4: i need someone *cough, cough* them to recreate it 🥸

landonorris: YOU WENT TO THE LEGO STORE WITHOUT ME? YOUR FAVOURITE CHILD?

yourusername: watch your tone

maxverstappen1: god forbid i want to spend time with my GIRLFRIEND on a DATE

landonorris: that's not a valid excuse

yourusername: also bold of you to assume you're our favourite child when oscar, yuki and logan are right there

oscarpiastri: snooze you lose lando

yukitsunoda0511: suck on that lando

logansargent: i'm just happy to be included

landonorris: damn...

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: spent the weekend bothering my girlfriend's brother, what about you?

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user9: the way charles put his ferrari cap on y/n only for max to throw it into the crowd and put his own on her head instead

user10: those who know max's attachment to his caps, this is big.

yourusername: winning looks so sexy oh my

maxverstappen1: blushing like a motherfucker

yourusername: skip the debrief? they won't notice?

maxverstappen1: i think they might notice the driver of the race they're analysing not being there

yourusername: show them the pic i just sent you, they can't say no to my puppy dog eyes

maxverstappen1: helmut said fuck off 💔

yourusername: tell him i have a present for him (it's a pack of salt and vinegar crisps and a pamphlet for caskets)

user11: @yourusername winning IS sexy, tell your bf to tell charles win

yourusername: if charles wins it's suddenly decidedly unsexy, this isn't game of thrones babe

charles_leclerc: you ARE annoying that's right

maxverstappen1: annoyingly sexy

charles_leclerc: no comment, we're going to be family at some point soon

maxverstappen1: DAMN RIGHT WE ARE

yourusername: if you think we're annoying now, oh boy.

user12: i need max and y/n to be engaged right this fucking moment

user13: i think it would actually make my year

user14: after the championship win queen @maxverstappen1 ?

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yourusername: @ the person who asked how much max weighs... god will deal with you

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user15: i'm obsessed with how obsessed they are with each other

user16: is max's wardrobe all red bull merch and t-shirts dedicated to y/n?

maxverstappen1: yes 😌

danielricciardo: i saw the clip... the time stamp was 3am - we RACE TODAY?

yourusername: i am happy to support my man's hobby

danielricciardo: yes but you also don't have to race with that man on three hours of sleep

yourusername: be real daniel, the only time you'll be close to max is when he laps you xxx

danielricciardo: EXCUSE ME??? MAX YOU GONNA LET YOUR GIRLFRIEND TALK TO YOUR FIRST LOVE LIKE THAT?

maxverstappen1: bold of you to assume you were my first love

danielricciardo: did on the couch mean nothing to you?

maxverstappen1: soz buddy this is a childhood friends to lovers narrative right now (and we were already together by the time i was at red bull)

charles_leclerc: WHAT?

yourusername: spare me the dramatics, you guys were deep in the ANGST and then austria happened so really it's your own fault that it took as long as it did

user17: one comment section where the girls aren't fighting? impossible.

oscarpiastri: omg the shirts look so good y/n !!

yourusername: we're ✨graphic designers✨

maxverstappen1: does having a dashingly handsome model help

yourusername: of course !!!!!

oscarpiastri: i'm not going to answer that question

maxverstappen1: :(

oscarpiastri: on another thought - yes!

yourusername: @landonorris this is why he's one of the favourites

landonorris: i'm not talking to yall

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: weekend off racing means shenanigans and late night streaming

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user20: i know whatever poor soul went for dinner with them hated every second

yukitsunoda0511: working on being the favourite of the favourite children 🫡 and they paid for my meal at a really cool italian restaurant

oscarpiastri: game on

yourusername: so who is the lady and who is the tramp?

danielricciardo: THAT'S A TRICK QUESTION MAX DON'T ANSWER IT

maxverstappen1: you're not a lady... you're a queen 😘

yourusername: did you just fail the test, successfully?

danielricciardo: you smooth motherfucker

yourusername: stole your red bull drive and your nickname @carlossainz55

carlossainz55: why am i catching strays?

yourusername: bored ❤️

user21: y/n really be like "oh the season's boring cause my bf wins everything? let me make it interesting by shading every driver on the grid"

maxverstappen1: do NOT give her a challenge

charles_leclerc: can you PLEASE stop taking such lovey dovey gross ass photos maman keeps getting them printed and I AM GETTING MOVED OFF OF THE MANTEL PIECE I AM ON THE BOOKSHELF, THIS FACE IS A MANTEL PIECE FACE NOT A BOOKSHELF FACE

yourusername: not reading all of that, i'm happy for you or sad that happened x

charles_leclerc: MAX DO SOMETHNG

maxverstappen1: step your pussy up bro

yourusername: when he catches your lingo >>

charles_leclerc: i am a VICTIM

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yourusername: invented babygirlism actually

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user22: y/n is so real for choosing a cute recent photo for herself and then just violating the guys

user23: she's funny as fuck for that

charles_leclerc: finally some fucking credit

yourusername: not everything can be about you all of the time 🤨

charles_leclerc: don't make me an ankle-biter again you're PUSHING ME

sebastianvettel: knew you were an ankle biter

yourusername: LOL

charles_leclerc: no seb no! i didn't bite ankles, just y/n's and that doesn't count

user24: what the fuck is going on here

maxverstappen1: you are the most babygirl to ever babygirl

danielricciardo: i think i had a stroke reading that

yourusername: awwwww you're so cute maxy

maxverstappen1: knew you were the one for me when we first met karting, you taught me the babygirl ways

yourusername: and you're delivering

oscarpiastri: you guys can't see but he's blushing so bad right now

landonorris: are you just attached to them

yourusername: yes he is, a babygirl in training

user25: how do i get adopted by y/n and max?

maxverstappen1: no but for real i love you, even if we are lumbered with your brother

yourusername: i love you too xxx

charles_leclerc: *brothers

maxverstappen1: nope arthur and lorenzo are sound

charles_leclerc: fUCK OFF :(((((((

FIN.

note: heyyyyyy you guysssss! we all know i have a soft spot for these two (plus oscar and alex) so i wanted to put out a little thing to celebrate 5k! thank you so much for following and reading my work, hope you enjoyed xx

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #f1 social media au #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen instagram au #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen #max verstappen fluff

[dancingbirdie]

Okay so on Astarion, I was reading this fic about him not knowing Tavs true intentions with him and it bothering Astarion a lot, so what if he goes to some mage or magic user and asks them to show Tavs true intentions to him, when he does the vision he sees is just... being snuggled. It's Tav on top of him and the both of you are falling asleep, his hands are under your shirt softly petting your skin as your sleepy self is contently snuggled up to him. I just start crying about him finding out that Tavs DASTARDLY and EVIL plan with him, their greatest desire from him... is to simply be held. 🥺

Hi @goblin-creatcher! Thank you so much for this BEAUTIFUL prompt. I, uhh, kind of took it and went a million miles an hour with it. This is honestly one of my favorite things I've ever written. I hope you enjoy it as well! xoxoxo

Something Imagined / Something Real

Word Count: 3.9K

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Astarion x f!Tav

Warnings/Tags: Brief but detailed description of rough consensual sex, descriptions and references to Astarion's trauma/trauma responses, minor Act 1 and Act 2 spoilers, FLUFF, angst

Suggested Song Pairing: Slow Dancing in A Burning Room (Stripped) - cover by ST LUNA

Summary: Astarion has been suspicious of Tav’s true intentions toward him. He persuades Gale to cast a spell and reveal her motivations. ANGST and FLUFF ensue. A rewriting of Astarion’s confession scene from Act 2.

The sun had just begun to set on the campsite when Astarion decided to put his plan into action. He had waited until Tav departed with some of the other party members before making his way over to the wizard. Gale was too busy reassembling the bookshelf inside his tent to notice Astarion’s approach. It wasn’t until he gave a polite cough that Gale jumped and whirled to face him. 

“No, no, no,” he began all at once, hands raised in a sort of shooing motion. Astarion stared at him in confusion. “I can respect Tav’s indulging in your need for blood, but as I’ve said before: I taste terrible.” 

Astarion scoffed. “Charming. Actually, wizard, I was coming to request your aid in a different, though somewhat related, matter.”

“Really? Care to elaborate?” Gale responded, still somewhat wary. It wasn’t often he found himself alone with the vampire. 

“Testy, I see,” Astarion crooned teasingly. His knee-jerk response to people treating him like a monster, to behave in the most false saccharine sort of way. 

But he drew up short, censoring himself before saying anything else he might regret. He knew he needed to get on the wizard’s good side if he had any chance of getting the answers he sought. 

“I was hoping you knew a spell to reveal someone’s true intentions. Their… motivations for behaving in a certain way, so to speak,” he finished more seriously. 

Gale pondered the question for a moment before answering. 

“Hmm… yes, there is magic to determine that sort of thing… Although it’s been some time since I practiced it…” He trailed off, rubbing his chin in thought. 

“Why are you asking for such a thing?” he asked suddenly. 

Astarion had been prepared for this question, of course. No one did anything for free, no questions asked. He delivered his explanation perfectly, as he’d been rehearsing in his mind.

“One might say our dear sweet Tav and I have been growing a bit… closer these days, but I can sense a master manipulator when I see one. I just simply want to ensure their intentions toward me - toward the party - are true,” he replied with mock innocence. 

“Ah, yes,” Gale nodded. “I gathered as much when the two of you slipped away from the tiefling’s party a few nights ago.” 

“But,” he continued on,”I needn’t think you should worry when it comes to Tav. She seems about as transparent as they come. I’m sure any intentions she has toward you are true.”

Yes, but the best actors always mask their motivations behind innocence and transparency, Astarion thought to himself. I should know. I’ve been doing it for centuries.

After the party’s unfortunate meeting with that Gur in the Sunlit Wetlands, Astarion realized he would have to take potential threats from Cazador even more seriously. He wasn’t about to lose his freedom, not now that he finally had some small taste of it. 

It didn’t hurt to be more suspicious of everyone he encountered, even the sweetling Tav. Anyone could be an operative sent by Cazador, and the best ones would be as skilled as he was in the art of manipulation. It was well-known at this point that the person he’d grown the closest to on their journey was their brave party leader, Tav. Unlikely as it may be that she was scheming for his master, Astarion’s paranoia wouldn’t let him indulge in interactions with her a second longer unless he knew how she truly felt. 

Given Gale’s hesitation, Astarion knew he would have to kick his acting up a notch. Press on that wizard’s heartstrings. Touch the one nerve he knew he was sensitive to.

“Gale, darling, from one literally damaged soul to another, indulge me just this once,” Astarion beseeched him. 

The wizard glared at him a moment, before finally relenting with a heavy sigh. “Fine. Fine. But I want it known that I don’t agree with this so-called solution one whit,” he grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Yes, yes, noted and formally documented, on my word as a former Baldurian magistrate,” Astarion replied cheerily. “So, let’s hop to it then, shall we?”

“What, right now?” Gale asked, shocked. “Shouldn’t we be, I don’t know, a little less conspicuous?” 

“What better time than now?” Astarion responded. “Tav’s out gathering firewood with Wyll and Karlach. They won’t be back for some time. As for Lae’zel and Shadowheart, well…” he paused, gesturing over his shoulder. 

Said two were engaged in a heated sparring session on the outskirts of the camp. Snarls and curses could be heard emanating from both warriors as they tried, and failed, to gain the upper hand against their opponent.

“That lovers’ dance could go on until morning,” Astarion finished. 

“Fair point,” Gale admitted begrudgingly, grimacing at the sound of swords clashing violently. “Very well. Let’s get started.” 

Clearing his throat, Gale began to utter a series of phrases completely foreign to Astarion. He watched as the wizard began moving his hands in a wavelike pattern, forming a circle before them. Suddenly, a mist began to form from seemingly thin air, taking shape according to the boundaries Gale’s hands were creating. The mist grew more and more opaque until it appeared before them like a clouded mirror. 

As the fogginess of the ethereal magic began to clear, the “mirror” became a confusing blur of scenes whipping by, too fast for Astarion or Gale to really comprehend. There were flashes of Tav and Astarion, together and separate, but they disappeared too quickly to ascertain their context. It was as though the spell was shuffling through the entirety of Tav’s thoughts, assessing each one at breakneck speed. 

Finally, the spell slowed to a halt, stopping on one scene in particular. Astarion was struck speechless by what began playing out in the foggy portal before them. So distracted, he didn’t even notice Gale’s tight cough, or how the wizard suddenly became intensely interested in a copse of trees nearby, rather than the revelation the spell was revealing.

Not that the scene was especially profound, objectively speaking. In fact, to anyone else, it might be viewed as the least revelatory thing possible that the spell could have shown. Boring. Inconsequential, even. But to Astarion, it was almost earth shattering. 

He saw himself - he could see his face! - with Tav, lying tangled together in some immaculate four-poster bed. 

That was the first shock that coursed through him, nearly causing his knees to buckle. He was seeing himself for the first time in over 200 years. Or at least, he was seeing himself as Tav saw him. And… the person he saw… Well, he was gorgeous. White blonde locks, curled and tousled in a devil-may-care sort of way. A strong, patrician nose that suggested good breeding. High, sharp cheekbones. Full lips, upturned in a thoughtless grin. Red eyes bordered by long, sweeping lashes. Delicately pointed elven ears. Smooth alabaster skin, without blemish or spot. 

Astarion could scarcely believe his own eyes. 

The second shock to his system was the nature of their activities. He would have been less surprised had the vision shown them fucking. Him taking her roughly from behind perhaps. His name a cry of ecstasy from her lips as he pistoned in and out of her with a feral sort of determination. 

Fantasies of lust, of total domination, now those were things he was familiar with inspiring in the minds of the victims he had taken as lovers. It was what he strove for, in all honesty. Desire like that all but ensured he would capture his prey and live to serve another day for his master. 

But nothing of the sort was occurring between vision-Tav and himself. Instead, they were just… embracing? What in sweet hells was this?

She lay halfway on top of him. Her hair was mussed, perhaps from sleep or perhaps from previous lovemaking. One hand was drawing absentminded shapes across his chest, her lips trailing behind, leaving kisses in their wake. He watched as vision-Astarion chuckled softly, as his hands slipped beneath her sleepshirt to caress her waist, as he placed an innocent kiss on the top of Tav’s head. Eventually, she reached for his hand. They both watched their fingers intertwine, blissfully content.

It was the purest, unadulterated expression of affection that Astarion had ever seen. Something in his heart quaked at the sight of it. He wanted that moment. He envied, he hated, vision-Astarion for enjoying such apparent happiness.

So absorbed in the vision and its implications, Astarion failed to notice the soft padding of feet that indicated someone’s re-entry into the camp. 

“If the two of you are quite finished poking around in my head,” an angry voice suddenly spat from behind them, “I’d appreciate you preserving what little privacy I have left and shutting that damn spell off.”

Mortified, Astarion and Gale turned to see Tav, arms crossed and visibly seething with rage. Gale quickly dispelled the magic with a flick of his wrist. A blush was slowly but surely rising up Tav’s neck to reach her cheeks. Whether from rage or embarrassment, Astarion couldn’t be certain. 

“Tav, let us explain-” Astarion started.

“It was his idea-” Gale blurted at the same time, pointing at Astarion. 

Both paused, glaring at one another. But Tav would have none of their feeble attempts at backpedaling. 

“The explanation doesn’t matter. Whose idea it was doesn’t matter. The fact is that both of you violated the privacy of my mind, which I’ll remind you, has ALREADY been violated by having a bloody tadpole forced inside of it!” Tav shouted. At their words, the camp became enveloped in a heavy silence. Even the crickets ceased their chirping.

Astarion cringed inwardly, knowing the other party members could plainly hear this altercation and had likely stopped whatever it was that they had been doing to listen in. He noted the sounds of swords clanging together had ceased. He was certain Lae’zel and Shadowheart at least were aware of what was happening. Nosy bastards, all of them.

But what disturbed him even more was the realization that Tav’s eyes were welling with tears. She was too proud to acknowledge them or wipe them away. Such was her nature. But they were there nonetheless, and the knowledge that Astarion had brought her to the point of tears was enough to spur a rush of utter self-loathing inside him.

Without another word, Tav turned on her heel and marched stiffly out of camp, toward the direction of a nearby creek they’d identified as a water source earlier in the day.

“I can’t believe I let you convince me to perform that spell,” Gale said as she disappeared between the trees. He dragged his hands down his face. 

“How could we have been so doltish, forgetting that all of our privacies have already been violated with this tadpole business?”

Astarion didn’t have an answer to that. At least, not one the wizard could possibly understand. 

The thought hadn’t occurred to Astarion, he realized, because violations of privacy had been something so intrinsic to his being for over 200 years. He didn’t even recognize it as something abnormal. Like a fish unaware that the water surrounding it is, in fact, water. 

Violations of privacy were a part of life, at least for him. So much so that his request for Gale to perform that magic hadn’t even occurred to him as an overstepping of boundaries. To Astarion, it had simply been a matter of survival. He had needed to know another potentially manipulative person’s true intentions, and so he had found a means to uncover it and maintain the upper hand. 

Belatedly, he also realized that Gale’s hesitation to cast the spell had had nothing to do with being inconvenienced for the evening, but because the wizard had known that it was improper to do to another person. If he had misread that, Astarion wondered, then what other truly benevolent behaviors had he mistaken as pragmatic manipulation?

“I need to go find her,” Astarion murmured, clenching and unclenching his fists in an uncharacteristic fit of uncertainty. 

“Yes, you do,” Gale asserted. “We both owe her a sincere apology… if she’ll even accept it.”

“I’ll see if I can convince her to come back to camp,” Astarion replied, making to leave in the direction Tav had stormed off. 

“Wait,” Gale said, a hand on his shoulder. Astarion turned to meet his gaze. 

“Look, well, I’m obviously not an expert in healthy demonstrations of affection. But I do think it’s obvious from what you saw in that spell that Tav well and truly cares about you. In perhaps the purest way possible. Treat that carefully.”

Part of Astarion wanted to laugh aloud in utter hopelessness at the wizard’s advice. Someone cared for him? Truly and purely? No hidden games, no strings attached? Oh certainly, that wouldn’t be a problem for Astarion at all. Obviously, his 200-year existence as a master-manipulator-fetch-hound for a power-hungry vampire lord had perfectly prepared him to respond to this situation in a healthy manner. Obviously.

But all that was too much to reveal to someone he barely knew and too heavy to say aloud. Rather than giving some smarmy retort, Astarion opted instead to give a stiff nod and continue walking toward the edge of camp. He had no idea how he could make things right with Tav, but at the very least he could try. 

***

He found Tav sitting on a fallen tree near the edge of the creek bed. Her legs were drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped around them as she rested a cheek to her knees. In the waning twilight, she reminded Astarion of some misbegotten gargoyle perched on the roof of a temple, solitary and so very sad. 

Her ears twitched as she noted his arrival. Astarion wasn’t trying to be stealthy. On top of everything else, the last thing he needed to do was scare her. 

“Can I join you?” he asked softly, wincing to himself at the awkwardness of the question. 

The reality was that there was no way to broach this conversation without some stilted beginning, and he hated it. Navigating tricky conversations was normally something he excelled at. But as he was quickly finding, when it related to Tav, nothing in his past life had prepared him to respond to her well. 

“If you’d like,” Tav answered tonelessly. 

Knowing it was probably the best response he was going to get, Astarion swallowed thickly and moved to sit down on the log next to her. 

“I… wanted to… apologize for what you saw, back at camp,” he began.

“Apologize for doing it, or apologize for getting caught?” Tav asked as she turned her head to look at him, resting her other cheek on her knees. 

Astarion balked at the question. Her piercing gaze unnerved him. He hadn’t really thought that far. 

“Both, I suppose?” he answered honestly, although it sounded more like a question to Tav. She huffed a laugh.

“You know, part of me really wants to yell at you. Scream in your face. Tell you off proper,” she mused.

“So why don’t you?” Astarion asked, perplexed. 

Tav didn’t respond at first, just sat there studying him. As if by staring at him long enough, she could project the answer into his mind. 

Astarion didn’t interrupt her, much as he would have liked to. Part of him always bristled when people gazed at him for too long. It was unfair that they could study him, when he hadn’t been able to so much as glance at his reflection in over 200 years. 

Finally, Tav released a heavy sigh, her body curling further in on itself. She closed her eyes as she spoke.

“Because then I would be just like every other bastard in your life who’s mistreated you.”

Astarion flinched in surprise. Those had not been the sort of words he’d been expecting. The truth of them cut deeper than had she raged at him like she wanted to. It left him feeling even more vulnerable, and that in turn made him want to retreat into the comfort of viciousness.

“I don’t need you to pull any punches,” he scoffed, glaring at her. “Go ahead and say what you will.”

She straightened up at his tone, opening her eyes and returning his glare. 

“No. I don’t want to,” she said testily.

“I don’t need your pity,” he hissed. “It’s insulting.”

“Gods damn it all, Astarion!” Tav exclaimed suddenly, causing him to jump in surprise. She threw her hands up in defeat. “I’m not doing anything out of pity! I don’t want to rage at you, because I know that whatever I say right now, I won’t mean it come the morning!”

Astarion blinked. Once again he was left feeling flat footed by the turn of the conversation. Sensing his surprise, Tav continued on with her deluge of words.

“You hurt me tonight, and I’m angry at you - and at Gale, for that matter - for what you did. But you’ve shared enough of your… history… with me, that I realize your behavior is just… just a byproduct of centuries of abuse and manipulation you’ve endured! And I won’t be another abuser in your life. I won’t,” she asserted. 

Astarion continued staring at her, as if she were some otherworldly creature that had just wandered across his path. He watched as Tav inhaled a deep breath, releasing it shakily. She turned away from him to peer out into the forest, uncertain. She opened and closed her mouth several times before actually speaking. As if whatever she was about to say was more intimidating to her than anything else she’d said tonight. 

“I… care deeply for you, Astarion,” she said quietly. “You obviously saw that in the vision. I’m not playing any games. There’s no hidden motive. I’m not trying to manipulate you.”

She turned to look at him again before continuing, her breathing a bit unsteady. 

“I didn’t sleep with you that night of the tiefling party as some sort of maneuver to gain your trust. Although I understand if that was your motivation for doing so.” 

Astarion’s expression morphed into one of guilt. But Tav nodded soberly, as if she had already expected it, before continuing on. 

“It’s okay. I’m not angry. But I’m putting all my cards on the table now, so to speak. Actually, your decision tonight forced my hand, but I had been planning on telling you soon anyway. So, there you have it. The truth of my intentions. What you do with that information is up to you.”

She turned back to gaze out at their surroundings. Like she was giving him the opportunity to bolt away without her watching him. As if she expected him to flee from her confession. 

But Astarion didn’t flee. He remained seated, staring at her in complete wonderment. 

“Why?” he asked quietly.

She looked back at him again, confusion evident on her face. 

“Why what?”

“Why do you care for me? You’re so… well-adjusted. And I’m well… this,” he finished lamely, placing a hand on his chest. 

Tav pursed her lips. “It would be a mistake to misconstrue my empathy for you as me being well-adjusted. Everyone has their own demons, Astarion,” she murmured. “Mine just look different from yours.”

Astarion mulled her words over in his mind, considering them. He leaned forward to brace his forearms on his knees, his head drooping slightly. 

“I…,” he started, unsure. “That vision… what it implied… You deserve something real, Tav. You’re incredible… truly.” 

Tav closed her eyes, bracing for the fallout. Even though she would accept his decision, whatever it was, she didn’t think she could bear to watch him deny her. It would hurt too much. 

“Look. When we met, I had a plan. A nice, simple plan,” he blurted all at once. Rising swiftly to his feet, Tav watched as he began to pace before her, near to bursting with frenetic energy. 

“Seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me,” he counted off, laughing half-heartedly. “It was… easy - instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in. All you had to do was fall for it. And all I had to do… was not fall for you… which is where my nice, simple plan fell apart,” he finished, stopping to stand before her. 

She held his gaze, speechless. 

“I want you,” he whispered fervently. “I want what was in that vision… I want us to be something real.”

Never in a million years had she thought he would respond to her like this. She opened her mouth to speak, but Astarion cut her off with another sudden exclamation. 

“I just don’t know what real is,” he confessed, his tone a touch hysterical. Tav knew from his body language that being this transparent was completely out of Astarion’s comfort zone. 

“Being… close to someone - any kind of intimacy - was something I performed to lure people back. For him. Even though I know things between us are different, being with someone still feels… tainted. Still brings up those feelings of disgust, and loathing. I… I don’t know how else to be with someone. No matter how much I’d like to,” he finished, staring at her with beseeching eyes, willing her to understand.

Tav rose to her feet, coming to stand before him. 

“I don’t want you for your body,” she whispered. “Or to perform any acts of intimacy. We can be together, without sleeping together, for as long as you need.”

“Really,” he asked softly, his voice pitched low, rough with emotion.

“Really,” Tav asserted, giving him a small smile. “Would it be all right if…” she paused, conflicted. He eyed her curiously.

“Could I hug you?” she whispered.

The fact that she asked before doing so caused a well of emotion to spring up inside him. Eyes watering, Astarion nodded. 

Slowly, Tav moved forward to wrap her arms around his waist. Her head nestled into the crook of his neck and shoulder. A perfect fit. He felt her exhale a deep sigh.

Tav hugging him was a sensation unlike any he had ever felt. At least, any he could remember feeling. The act of being touched, embraced, without any desire for something more. She just wanted to hold him, feel him close to her. It was incomprehensible to him, but utterly enjoyable, at the same time. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, Astarion raised his arms to return Tav’s embrace. Drawing her even closer, he bowed his head to rest his cheek against her hair. It was soft, like the finest silk. He closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply, appreciating her sweet, floral scent.   

She made to pull away after a moment, not wishing to overwhelm him. But Astarion gripped her more firmly, a silent urge for them to stay that way a little longer. 

“This… this is nice,” he whispered. 

He both felt and heard Tav hum contentedly in response. 

It wasn’t identical to the vision from Tav’s mind that he had seen, but Astarion reveled in their embrace nonetheless. It felt like the beginning of something new. And for the first time in his very, very long life, Astarion felt excited at the prospects of what would come next. 

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[chlorinecake]

imagine taking care of riki while he’s sick and he can’t resist the urge to give you kissies all over bc he’s so inluv with you :(

[Vitamin C]uddles —⊹ N.RK (西村力) 🛏️

Pairing… ⊹ ࣪ ˖ sick boyfriend!niki x gf!reader

Warnings… ⊹ ࣪ ˖ kissing, lots of teasing, fluff

Words… ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 521 -> “I’ll take care of you. Duh.”

Despite his usually intimidating appearance, Niki was a huge baby on the inside, and those attributes were only amplified whenever he wasn’t feeling well.

The poor boy had been sick ever since he got back from traveling, so you took it upon yourself to care for him until he got better.

“Hey, this needs more soy sauce… I can hardly taste it,” Niki whined, taking a dissatisfied sip from the chicken soup you ordered.

“Niki, there’s already so much in here that the broth turned brown. Now eat up before it gets cold,” you said, placing a napkin on the table tray beside him.

“I will, but only if you stay with me this time.”

You turned your head at his words, “Aww, d’you miss me?”

“No, I’ve been in bed all day and I’m just bored.”

“Riigght,” you said, spoon feeding him a glob of the grape flavored medicine.

He made a weird face, trying to get over the bitter taste of the cough syrup, “My God, that tastes like poison!”

You giggled at your boyfriends words, climbing in bed next to him with a large plate of assorted sushi rolls, “Try some with wasabi, too! It might help unclog your sinuses.”

Using the chopsticks, you dipped a sushi roll into the chunky green paste, bringing it to his mouth with an airplane motion.

You must’ve put too much, because his eyes immediately started watering as he ate it.

“Do you have any other talents aside from torturing me everyday?” He asked, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Yup,” you said plainly, escaping his side, “I’m pretty good at leaving sick people to fend for themselves.”

He watched as you walked toward the door, “Byeeee… wait! NOO!! I miss you already!”

“But you just said bye?”

“I didn’t mean it, baby. Come back please!! You forgot to give me vitamin C.”

“Vitamin what?” You asked, turning to face him with your arms crossed.

“Vitamin C… for cuddles,” he clarified, pouting.

“Fine,” you said sharply, “but only if you promise not to say anything else stupid… or mean.”

“Ok, ok, just stop stalling and get over here already!”

You walked back to the bed, lying next to Niki under the covers as he put the sushi platter on the bedside table.

“Wahhh, you’re so warm,” you giggled, your silly boyfriend swinging his leg over your body.

“Okay, now what are you doing?”

“Making a cage for you, my naughty little kitten,” he smiled, poking your nose.

“But I don’t like cages,” you sulked.

“Well then pretend it’s a seatbelt instead,” he chirped.

“Fine…”

“Double FINE! Can I get a kiss now?”

“What? No, what if you get me sick?”

“Then I’ll take care of you. Duh… and before you ask, yes, I promise,” he chuckled, resting his hand on your neck before cradling your face in his hand, leaving feather light kisses all over your face.

“Thank you for not rejecting my heebie-jeebies,” he said in between pecking your cheeks.

“Well when you put it like that, it kinda makes me want to,” you teased, squirming in his warm embrace.

More like this: Kisses with Riki in the dressing room

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