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cheriladycl01 · 22 hours

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Ghost - Oscar Piastri x UnknownDriver! Reader Part 6

Plot: Reader is the first female F1 driver of the century, however no-one knows that as you are a ghost on the grid. You started in 2022, coming in P12 in the championship. You get moved to Red Bull Racing in 2023 with the off year for Sergio Perez.

Warnings: Talk of reading taking anti-depressants etc.

Credit to yrsonpurpose for the GIF

After Bahrain you still had no word from Christian on whether or not he had contract negotiations for you. However, in this time you'd had talks with Williams, Aston Martin and Mercedes all having positions open. They knew you were an incredible driver and that it wasn't just the car you were given and they really wanted you on board.

You were in a difficult position of wanting to prove yourself to the RedBull team and stay in a top team while letting opportunities being given to you get thrown away.

Saudi was a strange feeling you stormed through FP1 and FP2 being P1 and P3, however by the time Friday racing came Carlos was out the race due to having his appendix taken out. Ollie Bearman the F2 driver was announced to be taking his place right away and he was thrown in FP3.

FP3 and you were told to calm down and work with your tyres meaning you went 5th fastest rather than topping the leaderboard. Qually came around and you qualified third, your team calling you into the pits and holding you there for too long meant you couldn't get another lap in when Charles did which sent him into P2.

Once again Oscar was starting right behind you, and you could feel the pressure was on. You needed to have a great start to get up there with Max.

Sunday came and went and it was another great day for Red Bull, but not so much for you. Once again your margins were showing that you were quicker than Max right now being on fresher tyres and on the softs from a later race stop.

You for the second weekend in a row were denied an overtake and were asked to ride Max's bumper. The last few laps had tears filling in your eyes from how ridiculous this was... Max was the golden boy and you were just not contracted. You couldn't tell what would work better in your favour to try and get a contract. Follow team orders and keep this 1-2 or don't follow team orders and go for the overtake.

After talks with your race engineer you decided to obey team orders. Meaning you got your second P2 of the season.

Australia was the interesting race, both you and Max were reporting problems with the car, Max's seemingly being fixed by the time qualifying came around but you were still struggling. Your engine fully cut out after going over a bump on an out lap meaning you were starting P17, your worst qualifying yet.

"Y/N, not a great qualifying yeah?" the interviewer asks.

"Nah, P17 i think that was a pretty good run!" you joke back making your PR manager elbow you and shake her head.

"No, obviously it wasn't what myself or the team were looking for. They managed to fix Max's car for today but not mine, I know the team will be working really hard on my car now that Max's is all good and I can just hope to fight tomorrow and grab the team some points!" you nod smiling towards the camera on you.

"And any new on contract talks, i'm sure there are many teams that are looking to have you in their driver line up!" she asks and you nod.

"Yeah of course, most drivers will tell you that there are talks with all the teams and it's true. You know if you work in a office and your in HR you go see the legal department, and hospitality and the receptionists from time to time even though they aren't within your area. It's very natural to talk to the people around me so of course there are talks!" you admit and she nods insightfully.

"So the pictures of you talking to Toto Wolff, Ayao Komatsu and Mike Krack are ... not to be read into?" she pushes and you laugh.

"Honestly read as you will into them. Right now I'm focused on Red Bull, regardless of my future there!" you admit, hoping that might be the jog that Christian needed to hear to keep you in the team.

"Ooooo Oscar!" the interviewer shouts beckoning him over. You start to leave thinking your portion of the interview was over and you could move on to going home.

"Wait no! Y/N don't go, we'll interview you together!" she grins and something in your mind tells you its malicious and she's doing this on purpose to spite you. But she was really just hoping to get you both together as you'd been better than Oscar this season.

"So Oscar how does it feel having finally outqualified Y/N for the first time this season? You did really well!" she smiles and Oscar is looking everywhere but next to him, which is where you are awkwardly stood, trying to get your PR managers attention.

"Yeah i mean, she had car issues so it wasn't really on skill?" he asks more than anything else, tilting his head to the side confused.

"Yes, so the battle is pretty tense between you both especially after last year. But now Oscar your looking really high up in the constructors along with Y/N, do you think you can beat her this year?" the interviewer asks hoping to get a little bit of dramatics.

"I mean, the battle for the top field cars is slowly closing with the upgrades we're all getting so we're looking forward to closing that gap that's up there now!" he nods looking down at you to see if you had anything to add.

For the first time, in months there was a softness in his eyes you hadn't seen for ages. He nodded at you to speak but you became a stuttering mess, not even remembering the question.

"Sorry, but I'm needed!" you stutter awkwardly handing back the microphone before trotting off looking around for anyone that could help the shaking of your hands.

You were struggling to breath.

Why now, why did he make you feel like everything was okay again when it wasn't. He was your best friend and he hasn't spoken to you in months, it ... didn't feel right!

You breathing became more and more strained as you looked around for someone familiar. Your eyes dart between the different motorhomes, just looking for any one of the other drivers. You eventually made it to Red Bull trying to get to your drivers room however, a body stopped you holding you shoulders.

"Hey, great race today Y/N!" the voice of Liam comes through and you just nod, a small thank you coming from you mouth as you try to make your way around him.

"Hey, Y/N? What's up is something bothering you?" he asks not fully noticing your panicked expression.

"I'm fine, just want to get some water from my room!" you nod back towards your room and his eyes glaze over you.

"No your not okay, lets go!" he smiles taking your hand and dragging you to your drivers room.

You knew Liam was just being kind and trying to help, but right now you just really wanted to be alone and think about whatever you needed to think about.

"Water... snack ... vitamin ... ooo pill?" he asks turning to you and you look down.

"Y/N, why are you on these?" he asks with a sigh, nobody apart from your trainer knew that you were on anti-depressants. It started at the end of the 2023, with everything with Oscar and it was manageable but the anxiety of not having a contract renewed mixed with it all, you were tipped over the edge when it came to your mental health.

"You werent supposed to see them. Please don't tell anyone!" you say tears building in your eyes as you can only hope he doesn't say anything.

"It's not my place to say anything Y/N, but ... you only need ask for help and you'd get it. We all love you and I just hope you know that!" he smiles pulling you in for a hug, one that felt genuine and like he was putting all of his comfort into it.

"Thank you Liam!" you say softly before tears roll down your race onto his Racing Bulls team shirt.

"Its okay, I get it!" he smiles down at you as he hands you the water, snack and pills he pulled out.

"Sometimes, i just wish i was Ghost again, it was easier back then" you harshly laugh wiping the tears out your eyes.

"Ghost, or Y/N you are still the same driver ... still have the same heart of gold" he smiles and you smile back thankful for the needed compliment.

"So, don't turn round and tell me this ... is boy troubles!" he laughs and you look down laughing a little.

"Well it's safe to say all of my problems are with men right now... so yeah we'll go with 'boy' troubles!" you joke.

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gravid-transluna · 23 hours

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Two Birthdays: Part Three

words: 1533

content: clothing birth, birth denial, fpreg

Mari rose from Noemi’s lap. Her tortured spasming belly hung so low at this point that even when she raised herself from the toilet seat Mari still couldn’t see her pussy, just the creases where her extreme underbelly sank into the flesh of her hips, and the tiny white string of her bikini bottom wrapping them, dragged by the heavy downward sag. Noemi was already trying to push again, nothing else in her mind except the baby now coming out of her. Legs planted wide, firmly squatted. It didn’t seem like she could even straighten up at this point, so heavy and low with the head. She grunted loudly, frantic in her efforts to pull her bikini bottom down her thighs and alleviate the immense pressure in her bottom. Sweat poured from her slick skin. She was obviously in the final stages of labor, and like she had been twenty-one years ago, she was consumed by the need to birth her baby.

Mari stood, watching in the sticky panties she’d just masturbated herself hard in, pussy still convulsing. She could see the light red teeth marks ringing Noemi’s areola. She had marked her. Noemi was hers. And yet, she wasn’t paying any mind to the girl who had suckled her to orgasm. Her only focus was pushing her baby out into her bikini, and once she did that she would become a mother again. Mari felt insecure, possessive. Would things return to the way they had been before? Noemi never noticing her, never giving her the attention she had craved. Suddenly, Mari reached for Noemi’s fingers at the hem of her bikini.

“Ms. Noemi.” Her voice was a firm reprimand. “I thought you wanted me to help you. I can’t help you if you push your baby out right now.”

Noemi could barely talk at this point. “Have—to—PUSH.” Mari still felt that awe, seeing such an articulate, modest woman reduced to animalistic instinct. She groaned, bearing down more, and her groan tightened as the baby was driven deeper into her bottom.

Mari circled her, tracing her fingers lightly from Noemi’s contraction-wracked torpedo belly to her curving bent back. Standing behind her now, she took Noemi’s delicate wrists in her hands and moved them away from the bikini bottom. Then she bent to see Noemi’s squatted thighs and bottom, and between her cheeks the wetted white bikini was beginning to tent outward. Mari gently rolled the bikini down to Noemi’s widespread knees. The pregnancy pussy she had just seen hours ago was now unrecognizably swollen and bulged with a startlingly huge head, yet her lips had barely parted. Mari wasn’t even sure if Noemi could birth something so big. Between Noemi’s thighs she could see her brown hanging belly harden again, the contractions now relentless, forcing Noemi into constant pushing.

As she watched, Noemi’s pussy bulged more and reddened. Her lips slowly began to part, distending—until Mari clapped her hand over the head. Noemi’s hot pussy strained against her palm, but Mari didn’t permit the head to progress any further. She heard Noemi’s strangled sob of frustration.

“It’s okay,” Mari cooed. “If you can’t hold it in, I can for you.”

Gently, she slipped the bikini bottom back up Noemi’s thighs and pulled it firmly over her hips, wedging the baby tight in her pussy. It yielded a little, but certainly not enough for Noemi to deliver the head. Noemi gasped at the feeling of the fabric against her sensitive, tender opening.

Mari then redid Noemi’s top, tying it in the back.

“There,” she appraised Noemi, trembling and gasping, filled completely with her baby. “I think you’re ready to go back out. People are probably getting suspicious of us.”

“Okay,” Noemi closed her eyes. “Just a little longer.”

“That’s it, Ms. Noemi!” Mari’s eyes lit up. “Hold it in for me.”

It was evening now. A lot of people had deserted, and those who stayed were trashed, too inebriated to notice Mari step out with Noemi in tow. They didn’t notice that Noemi only walked in a squatted position now, knees bent, legs far apart. They didn’t notice the sweat beading her forehead, or the flush of her cheeks. They didn’t notice her hanging belly, constantly constricting with contractions and hard unceasing pushes. And they certainly didn’t notice the conspicuous bulge straining her bikini bottom, dripping fluids from between her thighs.

Nobody assumed such a composed woman would be bent under the thumb of a girl twenty years younger than her, crowning into her bikini right there at the poolside.

Noemi staggered to a wicker pool chair, and slowly lowered herself with Mari’s help, only to yelp and cringe away when her bulged bottom made contact with the seat.

“Here—“ Mari said. “Try to sit back instead.”

Noemi sat with her back arched, legs open to the poolside, so that the head rested in her pussy without being crammed between her and the chair. She was already pushing, her knuckles white, gripping the arm rests so hard, Mari thought they might snap in her grasp. Her toes curled. Liquid pattered the deck beneath the chair, a puddle spreading under her. The head parted her more. She seemed unable to spread her legs wide enough, grunting and pushing and stretching. Even when she paused, it no longer slid back in, kept her lips taut and spread.

She pushed. The head no longer moved. The fabric trapped it snugly. She pushed again. Hard. Nothing. She pushed and pushed, caught in endless contractions and pushes. Mari heard her name panted, again and again, as she circled the head over the fabric with light fingers. Satisfaction stirred her.

Noemi was hers.

Finally, Noemi clambered heavily from her seat. She dropped into a deep squat on the deck and threw her head back, interrupting her silent pushes with a strained moan as she bore down once again, pained for leverage, obeying her instinctual need for a position change despite her unyielding clothes. Mari heard her joints pop; her forty-something body was at its limit.

It was time. They both sensed it.

Mari leaned in. Her breath shivered Noemi’s ear. “Are you ready, Noemi?” she whispered, forgoing the “Ms” title for the first time.

Noemi nodded. Once.

Mari paused. “Are you sure?”

Noemi nodded vigorously as she heaved with another push.

“Come on, then.”

The party was over. Nobody was left except for Noemi’s daughter, who had been laying passed out in a reclining chair since noon.

The pool water was cool on Mari’s skin as she waded down the steps. She discarded her bikini as she went, and the cold pricked up her bare nipples. Noemi breathed a deep sigh as she waded in herself. The water enveloped her thighs, her heavy submerging belly, and finally her splayed breasts as she sank. Mari swam up behind her and hugged her around the circumference of her gravid belly. She pressed herself to the curve of Noemi’s back, naked skin touching as they drifted for a second. Only a second, though. Soon it was over and Noemi was placing her head back, into Mari’s shoulder, and pushing. Mari’s hands traveled to Noemi’s bikini bottom and—

“Push for me,” she breathed, and pulled it down.

Noemi shouted loudly and groaned her baby into Mari’s hand. Her vaginal lips stretched, forming an angry fervent oval around the massive head. She groaned, forceful in her efforts. Her thighs gaped open in the water. Her pussy was a slick, round, red circle now, straining and slipping around the head. Her groans were almost inhuman, overwhelmed with need and desire and basic instinct. Mari felt the head inch out with Noemi’s powerful pushes, and admired its size and width. This was coming from Noemi, coming through her, creaking her aged bones and spreading her in a way she hadn’t been since her youth.

Her belly raised and then dropped with a final push, the drawn muscles of her uterus convulsing, and she shrieked. The head reached its widest point. Eyes, nose, ears, she opened around each feature. For a moment her lips whitened, pale around the head. Then a pop, a burst, a release. Noemi shuddered. Her legs jerked in the water and opaque amniotic fluids spilled from her.

“Uggghhh.”

“You did it,” Mari said. She marveled at Noemi’s motherly drive as she caressed the head hanging from Noemi’s pussy. “Just the shoulders now.”

“Ohhhh,” Noemi brought her hand between her legs, holding Mari’s as they both cupped the head. “My baby,” she panted. “My baby….”

“Let’s meet her together,” Mari whispered.

Noemi arched in the pool, belly and breasts and upturned nipples raising above the water. With a sweet, quiet groan, she gave birth into Mari’s waiting hands.

Noemi sat beside the pool on the reclining chair, her stomach sagging in her lap, ruined by a dark linea nigra. Her short hair plastered her forehead. Her attention was on the baby suckling at her milky breast. She looked up when Mari trotted to her with spare towels, and smiled tiredly.

Mari leaned down and wrapped her in the towel, and kissed her on the cheek.

“So,” Noemi said. “How do we tell my other daughter?”

#fpreg #clothing birth #birth denial #labor kink #birth kink #pregnant kink #dom/sub dynamics #fxf smut

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communicationthroughlyrics · 3 days

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Let's Talk About Chemistry

You are getting some new ink from your girlfriend, but don't like the interaction between her current client when you arrive, so you fire things up a bit. What's life without a little fun?

A/N: Just a little fluff piece, nothing super crazy. It just kind of popped into my head and I ran with it. No triggers. AU.

The sun seemed to burn your retinas before you could get your sunglasses on as you walked out of your midtown apartment complex on a spring morning. The streets were crowded with eager tourists and natives alike, a cacophony of horns, squealing brakes, and the random taxi driver yelling at someone to ‘move faster’ slowly fading away as you slipped your headphones into your ears. Pushing the sunglasses onto your face, you begin the mile-long walk to your girlfriends ‘office’.

This is a new aspect of your budding relationship, introducing each other to your working environment. You had met her one night out with your friends at a trendy new club, and you hadn’t been able to peel your eyes off the heavily tattoed, red-headed woman that was seated at the end of the bar. She seemed to be there alone that night, and anyone who had approached her was expediently dismissed.

Your friends had watched you stare over at her all night long, and finally pushed and teased you enough, feeding you with enough liquid courage to go and talk to her. She had barely even looked your way, but you were finally able to get her attention, opening up a conversation that didn’t stop until the early morning hours. Once the bartender had announced the last call, you both exchanged information, smiles plastered on both of your faces as you went your separate ways. The conversation that you both carried on in the club had continued over the phone, via text, and over various shared meals as you both got to know each other.

As you got to know Natasha better, you found out she was a Russian defector, she and her family had come to the States to escape the Soviet political machine. She had a rough go, getting mixed up with the wrong crowd as a teenager before straightening herself out, and getting herself into a respectable studio where she could share her artistic flair with New York City, and all those who traveled through it. You both had been discussing a new floral tattoo for you, one that would wind down from your shoulder to your thigh, crossing over your ribs as it works its way south.

Your heart skipped a beat as you approached the tattoo studio, your stomach fluttering with a mix of nervousness and excitement. It was your first time coming to the studio, and you couldn't help but feel like the world was spinning around you. Natasha had never seen you in less than shorts and a tank top, citing that she wanted to ‘take her time’ with you. All her previous relationships had started hot and fizzled out just as fast, and she didn’t want that with you.

The building anticipation was almost unbearable as you pushed open the door and stepped inside, your breath hitched slightly at the sight. In the center of the studio was Natasha, your girlfriend, tattooing another jaw-droppingly gorgeous woman. You stood in the little lobby area of the tattoo studio, watching the interaction between the two. They were lost in their own little world, bodies almost touching as they worked together in perfect harmony. You were easily mesmerized by the way your girlfriend’s muscles flexed as she was shading the tattoo on her client’s thigh. It was a sight that you could easily become mesmerized by, but the flirtatious nature of the client was beginning to grate on your nerves.

At this point, you were thankful for all of the mirrors around the studio, as you watched the woman, whose back was facing you, bat her eyelashes and throw her hair over her shoulder, obviously trying to get Natasha's attention. Natasha, however, didn't seem to notice or care. Or perhaps she was too polite to confront the situation head-on. Either way, you couldn't help but feel a wave of jealousy wash over you. Taking a step forward, you had decided that enough was enough.

"I'm here for Natasha," you said, voice steady and firm. "You can finish up with her later." your words were directed at the woman, your eyes shooting to the scowl on her client’s face, but Natasha looked up at you in surprise, a flicker of amusement crossing her features before she quickly masked it. For a moment, Nat sat while you stood there, locked in an intense gaze, before looking back at your girlfriend. When Natasha broke away, she leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of her warm lips on yours as you moved to deepen the kiss.

“I’ll, uhh… I’ll call to schedule another appointment, Nat. See you later.” The client rose from the chair, clearly uncomfortable with the sight before her. You broke away from Tasha with a smirk on your face as her gaze drifted to the woman standing beside you.

“Sure thing, but please…call me Natasha. Not Nat.” She responded, reaching over to grab a fresh paper towel, dampening it to clean her thigh before wrapping it with plastic wrap. “You know the drill. Keep it clean, no scented lotion. Sunscreen when you go out.” She said as the brunette turned on her heels and stalked out of the studio. She turned to face you with a smirk on her face. “Jealous, much?” She stalked towards you, the same shit-eating grin on her face.

“Honey, please. She was desperate. I was annoyed.” You huff, looking down at the suddenly interesting checkerboard floor.

“You know, I do have a lot of female clients,” she tilted your chin up, directing your attention back to her. “Maybe I should keep you around for all of them. Seeing you like this, is kinda hot, babe.”

“Don’t push your luck,” you lean in, running your hands up her chest as you peck her lips. “Now, can we start on my tattoo?” You ask, jumping up and down while she cleaned up her workstation. She laughed as you wiggled around like a giddy schoolgirl.

“You act like that now, but you won’t be that excited when I’m tattooing your ribs later.” She smirked, watching as you quit bouncing around. You narrow your eyes, almost daring her.

“I’d like you to tattoo something else later.”

“Excuse me?” She smirked.

“You heard me.” You snarked back.

“Mhmm…right…” she responded, grabbing your hips firmly, and pushing you backward to the padded bench. “We’re going to start the outline, I want to get everything outlined today.” She directed, sitting herself down while she got her ink and towels ready.

“Okay.” You unzip the zip-up hoodie, before removing it. It was followed by your tank top. You had decided at home that a black bikini top would be the best option to wear today, as it covered the necessities but gave her the most room to work. Shimmying out of the sweatpants you had worn, left you standing there in some very, very short shorts and a bikini top. You were slightly nervous since Natasha had yet to see you this bare before.

“I am gonna free-hand this, so don’t mind me as I draw on you with a marker, okay?” She asked, her head down as she finished her preparations. As she lifted her face, her eyes went wide at how much of you was now revealed to her. “Holy hell, Y/N…” she growled, her eyes wandering all over the newly exposed skin. You felt yourself shrinking under her gaze as she stood and stepped closer, marker hanging from her mouth. Removing the marker from between her lips, she leaned down to your ear. “Don’t hide from me, babe.”

You nod your head, gasping as you feel the cold tip of the marker trace down your skin, her skilled fingers tracing guidelines that started at the base of your neck, over to your shoulder, before twisting the opposite direction, going down the middle of your back to the opposite side of your body. She traced down your side, twisting the pattern down to your hip, curling and fading away as she worked it down your thigh and ending it at your knee.

“Lay down, make yourself comfy Y/N.” She patted the bench behind you as she peered up at you through her lashes. The view alone made your stomach flutter, and you had to push the sinful thoughts out of your head. She smirked, kissing you right below your belly button before she stood, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

“Natty, be nice,” you sent her a warning glare, knowing you were in a place where no shenanigans could really begin to take place.

“Don’t worry, babe,” she looked down at you with a smoldering gaze. ”I’ll see you later," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "All of you.” She stepped towards you, your bodies flush with one another, a blush overtaking your features.

“I’m gonna hold you to that, Nat.”

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autistichalsin · 10 hours

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So through my fics, most of you guys already know about my Dark Urge Kiaran and his personality and story. At the start of his journey, he is more upset about the fact that his murders happen when he isn't able to choose them, and it's only Halsin that shows him he can be better- and makes him want to be better.

On the other hand, my Astarionmancer Tav, Taviana, is very much the sunshine type. She doesn't quite do for Astarion what Halsin does for Kiaran; she doesn't act as this transformative force. Instead, she is a catalyst. She is the element Astarion needs to undergo the changes he was always capable of; she just gives him support while he figures it out. She does try, for her part, because she is a very sweet person who hates to even use Vicious Mockery because it feels too mean (which leads to a lot of jokes about her making the best zingers despite this, like it's her only outlet), so Astarion being almost as murder-happy as Kiaran doesn't go over well with her, obviously. But when she does try to push back, she can see every time that Astarion isn't happy to hear it.

So instead, she talks to Halsin, after she realizes fairly early on that she has feelings for him. Halsin hasn't recognized his own feelings for Kiaran consciously yet, by this point, but he is still able to give her advice for managing a relationship with someone so different from herself. It's about what Tav had guessed, but she needed to hear it from an old, wise Druid, and it helps her to improve her relationship with Astarion. She doesn't blindly tell him what he wants to hear, but she is better able to understand his perspectives on things.

My favorite part of writing these two romances, though, is that if one looked at the four and tried to guess which ones were together, they would say that objectively, Halsin/Tav and Astarion/Kiaran would be a better fit for each other. And on the surface, they would be right. Astarion understands exactly what it's like to be a slave to far more powerful being, and Kiaran understands what it's like to fear oneself. Tav knows what it's like to suffer no good deed going unpunished, and Halsin knows what it's like to have kindness mistaken for weakness.

But Tav is the only one who can make Astarion have a peaceful sleep/reverie by quietly playing her violin, and Astarion is- after Tav refuses to let Araj make Astarion bite her- able to see what an incredible thing kindness is, that it takes strength to be kind (even if he does sometimes get angry at her for making choices that could make them vulnerable for the sake of strangers.) Halsin is the only one who truly understands that Kiaran's affliction is even more than a vampire's hunger or bloodlust or making bad choices, but also that Kiaran wants to rise above them, and Kiaran is the only one who can see that Halsin's bear side, protective as it is, comes with violent instincts too, which Halsin struggles with similar to Kiaran's Urge.

On paper, the pairs that are more similar would be judged as a better fit, but in practice, it takes those radically different personalities to help each other grow and bring the balance Halsin cherishes so much.

#tavstarion #durgesin #astarion ancunin #halsin #halsin silverbough #tav #dark urge #the dark urge #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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blackandwhlteaesthetlc · 2 years

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The way I don’t give a fuck about the kid stuff. Even if I turned off my brain to believe it for a split second, I would still be bored to tears by it all. I just want to shake Louis and whoever is in his ear telling him to keep using it as a talking point all these years later because genuinely? Who the fuck cares anymore?

Who. Cares.

#it’s so obviously pushed as a talking point #when on the surface the story is he had an oopsie baby with a gold digging trump supporter kardashian wannabe #that stopped being scandalous years ago #and I only mention it because Louis and his team want us to know they ✨see everything✨#then dude #get a fucking clue and shelve the topic because on top of being ridiculously fake #it’s the dullest fucking topic imaginable #I’d be more interested in him listing the ingredients on the back of a Red Bull can since he wants to keep talking about vodka rbs too 🙄#ok #that’s me just venting into the void #moving on #bg

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months

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Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 (soon))

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #lan wangji #Yungmeng Jiang training arc AU #I wanted to try out a different paneling style for this one - sorry I'm a day late! (there will still be a post tomorrow to keep on track)#The original 3 panel comic idea was fine but the point of this new schedule was to take time to push myself a bit more.#I was taking a look back through some comic artists I felt inspired by #and I really loved how Lynda Barry fills her gutters with patterns and doodles!#Obviously I'm not going as absolutely wild with it as she does but it was a great exercise!#I truly think the gutters are the most important and most overlooked part of any comic. There's lots going on in that space.#It's the same with timeskips. The implied movement between moments that we don't see changes depending on how wide that gap is #You're here for the funny tags so here's some that ties this time talk together:#I think LWJ was thinking about that second note from day 2 but it took him 7 days of hazing to commit it to paper.#I think he sends it a day later and immediately regrets it. Chasing down the messenger and everything.#You know if something actually happened to his brother he would never ever forgive himself for putting the bad vibes out there.#Third time skip was the hardest because there was so many possible flavours of jokes here. Day 8/9 was a personal favourite.#day 14 was also funny (week by week). I think the debate on 'how long does lwj take to catch feelings' is more or less:#'how long does it take for him to arrive at a particular stage of grief and yearning (and awareness of it all)#This is a symphony. There is an act by act structure. Every day he is fighting to keep his old sensibilities. He is losing so badly.#(I'll be returning to the main comic soon but there is more of this AU to come!)

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nevarroes · 21 days

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#art tag #gortcas #casim carnarvon #sorry guys proper context some other time maybe idk how to do it right now so no caption it is🤕#the tldr is that Gortash offhandedly talked about how Cas can make him as fat as he pleases but really it wont make him him his #basically that he only allows Cas to have his way but hes still in full control #which is true yes and Cas knows that to an extent but its not something he wants to hear #because Cas very much holds onto the hope that Gortash will be his forever at some point. phsyically #because again. Cas won't ever believe just words he simply is unable to even if Gortash could never love anyone else #at the same time while yes he obviously enjoys the whole weight gain he does not consider his own enjoyment a good reason to do things #Cas is someone that very much disregards his own enjoyment of things as well as his wellbeing #Cas is just pulling away instead of acting mad in an obvious way. hes sticking around but hes not feeding or teasing him about his weight #and Gortash? is now left with not knowing how to fix it since Cas isnt acting as he usually does when hes hurt or mad. hes still there #and day after day passes where he yearns to have it back. practically begging Cas to continue so he can prove his devotion #prove that he mustve been wrong with his comment. that Cas can push his body as far as he wants to and he'll be his in the end #thx for reading my tags guys maybe i can share more about this scene some other time🙂‍↕️ for now just have the art

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owari-no-suffering · 5 months

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shoutout to lan wangji and luo binghe for being endlessly tormented by their love interests' mixed signals, reaching their breaking point, and then proceeding to never be normal about their (always reciprocated) crushes (turned husbands) ever again.

#like obviously binghe and wangji are not on the same level. but they're certainly not opposites!#just got to wangxian's first kiss and like.#if my silly gay crush showered me in flowers and pointed out how pretty i was and always hung around me.#but then was like ''wow i love talking to boys don't you love talking to boys S?"#i would also be driven so insane as to just start punching trees #lan wangji epitome of control being pushed past his breaking point and hating himself for it . . . you are so dear to me #luo binghe driven absolutely batshit bonkers by his shizun who cares deeply for him and fears (or used to fear) the idea of him . . .#mm yes i'm connecting the dots. mxtx has a flavour she likes. i see i see #TBD on whether hualian fits into this nonsense at all but from what i've heard: not really #mdzs #rzfzx #svsss #scum villian self saving system #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #wangxian #bingqiu

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kingofmyborrowedheart · 2 years

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The fact that Taylor has released the same amount of albums under Universal/Republic in less than half the time when she was with Big Machine, really makes me wonder about all of the potential things she could’ve done if instead of having to fight tooth and nail for everything, they had granted her more creative freedom and trusted her.

#adding these clarifying tags since this post has gained some traction #the point of this post isn’t ‘omg she could’ve released so many more albums!!’ it’s about the creative choices she could’ve made on existing #projects either in terms of sound or collaboration or what #it’s about the difference in trust the two labels had/have in her #bmg did have a lot of trust and belief in her but as she grew wildly popular there was an effort to rein her in #she’s at a point with umg where she knows they have trust in her that she’s comfortable with releasing music on her own terms #her gut instincts are usually spot on and toward the end of the relationship bmg started to push back #her relationship with them wasn’t horrible from start to end there were a lot of good moments it just started to crumble at the end #taylor swift #midnights #like the difference is absolutely crazy #she’s been with umg/republic for only four/five years and was with BMG for 11 and has released the same number of albums #okay forgive me it’s like 7 am but it’s more like 13-15 years #obviously she didn’t really have to start fighting for stuff until red/1989 but it really makes me wonder #and how she talked in the long pond sessions about being nervous and scared to turn folklore in and their confidence is like 180 from BMG #like they have completely trusted in her and let her do whatever she wants to amazing results #🗒#this got notes*

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neixins · 2 months

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the dripping from out of frame, the slow turn, the hard cut……horror writers WISH they had a shoujo mangaka’s skill to invoke pure unadulterated dread

[ID: panels from chapter 256 of “yona of the dawn”. in the first panel, zeno stands up; his neck and robes are heavily stained with blood, and some of it is splattered on his cheek; he says, “i tried all i could to die…”. in the next panel, the phonomime “drip” is written twice in the corner, indicating that it’s coming from somewhere out of frame but zeno has yet to react to it. in the following panel, the dripping continues and he turns towards it. in the next panel, which is taking up most of the page, he stares at the source of the sound in horror. the final panel shows the roof of the palace; the sky above it is dark and cloudy, with sunlight beginning to break through the clouds. end ID.]

#u wanna know what i think the sound is? :) (<- was right about zeno not being able to kill himself and now my ego is massive)#i think the other dragons got pushed out of the chalice along with zeno and now they’re badly injured and bleeding #(hence the dripping)#idk what could horrify zeno at this point except being faced with the realization that his plan backfired not against HIM #bc he’s tried to off himself before and it never worked. but against the people he cares about and wanted to save #(in a deeply fucked up way and without asking if they even want that but he did want to save them and not just himself)#obviously as the optimistic theories guy i think they’ll all be okay #like. the dragon gods’ protection clearly hasn’t completely perished from the mausoleum AND riri’s running around administering aid outside #i don’t think they’ll die. but i do think kusanagi will continue trying to scare us with the possibility #anyway. what was i talking about #oh right! horror sequences in shoujo manga always go so hard i love it #akayona

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maiaacchiato · 11 months

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thinking thoughts

#mia's ramblings #thinking abt that one time i was so uncomfortable with my friend's pda thing that i left them behind at the koi pond #like i literally just. stood up. started walking away #i still have no idea why it made me uncomfortable and even now just thinking about it makes me sick #for some reason idrk #also thinking about those times where i was so mentally exhausted from everything that i didnt have the energy to stand up so i just #didnt go to school #obviously i told people i was “sick” or “masakit pakiramdam ko” etc which i mean #its a half truth? atleast ???#and thinking about how i just want to avoid Her bc i do Not want to be dealing with their relationship problems at 6am but yk #the moment she starts up conversation i just #put those thoughts at the back of my head and pretend like im not fucking tired of her bullshit #i could be so. mentally drained. to the point that i just avoid everyone by going to coop on my own or going to 7-11 just to Breathe #but the moment someone talks to me like jack or salve or heck even kui my brain just. forces itself to act “normal” and by normal i mean no #-mentally drained yk?#like the moment literally anyone starts talking to me the thoughts of being mentally tired just get pushed back and idrk how to tell people #-that im mentally exhausted without sounding rude so i just #let my brain just bottle it up until im so tired mentally that i literally cannot function #i think its called being overstimulated? yea #which yeah basically this shit happens every. day. until my brain just goes nope youre shutting down no school for today also youre getting #-a fever too #which like??? idk why it happens???#and its not like i dont want to talk to them either #like #obviously i do #but talking to anyone when im like this makes it feel like an obligation #which fucking sucks because i dont like being obligated to do stuff i just want to do it because well #i want to??#and i feel bad for peewee bc usually he'll talk to me when im at my limit so my responses are very short and yea #this is why i always say 'im tired' whenever people ask how im doing

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starlooove · 8 months

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I think what bothers me about tim stans is that he DID go through it a lot but they try to make it somebody else’s fault every time; usually so tim can like. Yell at them or be justified in how much he self isolated when the truth is that it was very ugly and messy and there was a lot of fucked up feelings with nowhere to go which is partially why he dipped so thoroughly in the first place (mind you he wasn’t like. Completely cut off he was just choosing not to talk to anybody) but y’all can’t stand that maybe he made a choice for himself that sucked and wanna say shit like Dick tried to throw him in Arkham and he got abandoned by the hero community for no reason when searching for Bruce 💀

#TW some tim positivity #mutuals look away 💔#I’m sorry i just think it’s so interesting #that a lot of his issues between Kon is dead and bruce is back was due to self isolation #on purpose! like he chose not to talk to anyone ever then got confused when he felt bad #exaggerating but yknow #anyways trying to blame everyone else is sooo #like even tim who looooves to point fingers didnt actually blame anyone 💀#bc they didn’t do shit #it’s so much harder to grasp tim made an obviously worse choice than it is to think he was pushed to that point #when like. we know he makes bad choices he’s done so since he went to Dick and asked that grown man to be Robin again 💀#what I think is so interesting about tim is that he likes to from his pov cut out the middleman #he’ll jump to an extreme outta nowhere and it works a lot but it also bites him in the ass a lot #and sometimes it’s so unecessary that it actively makes his life worse #and that’s so much more fun than ‘everyone hates him 🥺’#I think my fave part is that from his pov it makes total sense but as ur reading u can see he’s off his fucking rocker (derogatory btw.)#and heavy on the derogatory on that part bc too many of y’all are so. consoling??? that’s not the right word but close enough when u talk #abt his flaws. like when y’all call him white or a loser but everyone can tell u relate #I promise u we can all tell #ur not slick #sorry this is supposed to be tim positivity adjacent #once again mutuals look away 😞#turning off revlogs bc I exaggerate a lot but then don’t go i to depth and I don’t need yt ppl getting pissed about their fave AGAIN #just take it with a grain of salt and go #but also it’s been awhile since I read YJ and RR so if I’m wrong…idc it’s just TIM 😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣😂🤣🤣🤣🤣😂

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bylertruther · 2 years

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me when season five airs and The Big Reveals are mike's sexuality and will's love for mike bc mike has always known he's loved will but he hasn't always been comfortable with his sexuality and will has always known what he is but he didn't always know that what he felt for mike was that kind of love until it was already too late and thus the source of his pain has been jealousy + unrequited love

#mike said 'it's not my fault you don't like girls' and 'did you think /i/ would never get a girlfriend?' and joyce said she was so proud of #will's rainbow rocket ship and jonathan told will he'd always love him no matter what and to please talk to him if he needs to and the #party has always heard what people call will and loved him anyway no matter what and will has generally always had people in his corner #to support him that have literally endangered themselves and almost died for him and some people STILLLLLL think that HIS plot is abt #/focused on coming out n being generally accepted for being gay. like we didn't see that his entire s4 plot was abt his feelings for mike #specifically not his feelings for men in general.#UNLIKE MIKE who was fiercely devoted to will from the get-go but suddenly pushed him away n projected his internalized homophobia #and shame bestowed upon him by society onto will who wasn't even fucking talking about THAT thank u very much and who has been #battling being a freak loser (aka himself) vs conforming to what everyone else wants him to be (wearing mommy's clothes; impressing #other people by getting not just a girlfriend but a SUPERHERO girlfriend) and who in the season where he says he doesn't want to be #popular and where the person he looks up to talks abt nonconformity and mentions sodomy in relation 2 dnd etc etc they make HIS plot #focus on how he CAN'T SAY I LOVE YOU TO HIS GIRLFRIEND IN A ROMANTIC CONTEXT until HIS BEST FRIEND confesses his feelings #and it moves him enough to then make him say it to el when his bestie tells him to. like. literally how much more clear does it need 2 be #MIKE is the one that has BEEENNNNN vying for acceptance and self-worth and battling shame #WILL has been the one that has Known what he is and suffered bc he thought mike was that too n obviously felt hurt by mike replacing him #with el n ignoring him altogether aka 'you're destroying everything and for what? so you can swap spit with some stupid girl?'#like am i the weird one or does mike's 3984093 weird projecting statements after s2 vs will being jealous of el not make this super clear #will HAS ALWAYS HAD ppl to accept him n love him for who he is. the party + his family are right there for him to go home to after being #bullied. it's scary and a part of his story yes undoubtedly but it is not The High Point. and mike has always been crazy for will but #that doesn't mean he's accepted it or thinks others will accept it.#but anyway. im normal i did not write an entire essay in the tags bc i am normal

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muninnhuginn · 1 year

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🔥amphibia

Basically comes down to "filler is good actually". And this absolutely includes the s3 filler.

So, the thing is that Amphibia is very character-driven. Yes, it has plot/lore, but in the end it's down to the characters and their relationships (with a decent dose of humour). I was really impressed by Anne's growth and the froggo family taking her in especially because the way they were done was just super organic (and I can definitely think of other examples where similar 'found families' felt unearnt). But it was only able to be as cohesive because it used its fillers. It let the characters make mistakes and stumble with lower stakes rather than screwing up and it being the end of the world. So Anne and froggo fam are the most obvious ones but the other part to it is that each of the late s3 episodes tended to correlate to a s1 episode with the same characters. It made sure to revisit pretty much every character and give them some kind of conclusion as well as showing how Anne/our other main characters had changed since then.

The way I see it, with the number of episodes they had they had to decide either to go in big on the main three and Andrias and make that the focus or they could give each character closure of some sort but not go as into depth as a result. And I'm honestly glad they chose to revisit and give closure to all because the nature of the show really is about the characters in the end so it fits.

I am kinda disappointed as to how Anne and Sasha ended up with way more exploration than Marcy, but if you put a knife to my head and forced me to choose between going more in-depth with Marcy's arc vs what we actually got? I would genuinely go for what we actually got.

#castielrisingabove #ask meme #amphibia #I really had to resist going on a full on tangent about anne's overall development here #and the main trio's dysfunction all played into each other - sasha defended them but had to be the 'leader' because of her control issues #anne hadn't really known a 'healthy' friendship so she just kept taking it when she was pressured/pushed into doing things #and marcy obviously was constantly in fear of being left behind to the point she was willing to go to extremes to prevent that #the way the show has their key traits and shows both the positive and negative aspects of that is so so good #thanks for the ask btw! I do enjoy amphibia but I'm not super into the fandom so I don't get the chance to talk about it much

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