I don't know how I'd ever convey this in art but. Thinking very deeply about how in boy king au, a very crucial part of characterization is that Seb is a wolf in sheep(or lamb more specifically)'s clothing and Fernando is a sheep in wolf's clothing.
Seb is very unassuming, very delicate, seemingly very vulnerable and malleable. But, deep down, he can be very ruthless. It's in the the way he hesitantly declares war, with a spark in his eye and a suppressed smirk. In the way he challenges someone to a card game or a horse race, proclaiming that he's not great, but winning every round and prancing around the room and mentioning it ad infinitum. The way he's able to instantly turn the tide in a debate in one fell swoop. By showing all his cards constantly and letting himself be vulnerable, he's making himself invulnerable. No one would ever consider him to be able to make big moves, so he wins every single time, because no one even thinks to expect it from him.
Fernando on the other hand, is constantly committed to having a looming presence and harsh reputation, but deep down, he's soft. He knows what happens to people when they're vulnerable, and he's not going to let himself be taken advantage of. The way he keeps a brave face when being informed of the marriage proposal, but goes back to his room and cries. The way he proclaims that he was always going to be the rightful ruler of Spain, but confides to Flavio that he never thought there was any real chance of it ever happening. The way he takes himself so seriously in public, but inside feels so giddy whenever he can make someone laugh. Everything to him always feels unstable and ready to crumble at any moment, and he's not willing to contribute to that by letting himself relax.
I think thats why it's very difficult for them to get along at first, because they have completely different approaches to how they carry themselves and make their way through life. Seb is confused at Fernando because he feels that he's very bland and overly serious at first, but truthfully he's not really seeing the actual Fernando. And Fernando finds Seb to be naive and easily taken advantage of, but that's because he's never seen Seb at his most cruel. Seb really loves when he eventually gets to see Fernando being vulnerable, and Fernando really admires and respects Seb when he sees him being serious. I think it just takes a while for them to show the other their full and complete selves, even the parts they can sometimes be ashamed of. There's this very compelling dichotomy in Seb laying out all his cards, but still being very difficult to read, and Fernando keeping his cards to his chest, but his intentions often being easily seen through.
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‘tis i, nonbinary transfem tuvok enthusiast and recently i’ve been pondering the dynamic between her and transmasc b’elanna torres…. i love thinking of them having long conversations together about gender and cultural histories and their life paths and mental issues (real)
also tuvok’s quote of “there is nothing wrong in choosing to live” would be such an emotional statement to tell b’elanna who canonically has depression (they just like me fr). anyways these are my thoughts today take care my friend!! <3
I don't personally see Tuvok as being a positive person for B'Elanna to talk to about much of anything personal without like, some sort of change to how they interact with one another since I think he'd both intentionally and unintentionally antagonize her BUT I can absolutely see them looking at each other and feeling the gender envy even before they know what that particular sensation is. Knowing B'Elanna I bet she'd worry she has some kind of weird crush on him hehehe~
Someone starts a group for queer members of the crew to meet but it seems like more of a dating thing and they're all human and no one else is trans so B'Elanna leaves and runs into Tuvok and is like "Oh! I didn't see you in there." because it's common knowledge by this point that Tuvok's trans but Tuvok just does that 'obviously.' look and goes "...No." so B'Elanna leaves her alone but they happen to run into each other next week and the week after and it eventually becomes an unofficial thing and it's a real rollercoaster. It's a real russian roulette of what kind of a time you're gonna have - sometimes it ends in a fight and sometimes it ends in the most insightful realization you'll ever have. Such is life on Voyager...
Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day too~!!
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@yeonban said: ❛ when was the last time you slept ? ❜ shal & chrollo!
there’s always a downside starters
Shalnark won’t like the answer that Chrollo has to give. His forehead rests against the cool glass, chilled from the rainfall outside and the dawning of night that would chase away the pleasant warmth of the day. Although it would hardly have an effect on him given the weight of his coat. Grey eyes stare outwards, watching raindrops shatter the stillness of puddles and reflected neon lights further down the street. He has half a mind to go out, but that probably would not be something that would help when Shalnark was already intervening.
( Few would. He knew of their worried stares, and often times would escape before an intervention could be sprunt on him. But this time Shalnark had moved before the spider could desert his current roost. )
“ Forty-six hours ago. “ Chrollo answers after he spares a glance towards the clock to ensure his accuracy. Shalnark wanted facts, not excuses. Besides, Chrollo wasn’t one for pointless fluff or excuses. It paired well. But if he was asked where those forty-six hours had gone....Eight had went to finishing the book he’d been reading on his travels. One had gone to waiting in line for meals on the occasion someone had reminded him. But the rest? Some had been spent wandering, floating like a ghost through the city, and others had been spent stagnant, lost inside of the labyrinth of his own mind, seeking answers he would never find.
In the gloom of outside, Chrollo’s eyes look more like grey tombstones, present yet distant. Something untouchable in them - an ancient god, a disappearing ghost. Slowly however he grounds himself as Shalnark speaks and watches.
“ I know. I should rest. “ He allows a thin smile, eyes closed to conceal what truth might rest in them. “ Don’t fret about me. “ It never particularly worked when he said that to any of the troupe members. Even Kalluto didn’t seem to buy it. On the contrary, many of his dear spiders seemed to worry MORE when he said that. “ You have plans, right? “ Shalnark hadn’t said anything and Chrollo had not pried - nor did he now. It wasn’t his business after all, and he would never press for information where it wasn’t offered. But he knew how the legs moved. “ Have fun. Maybe I’ll be resting when you get back. “
He wasn’t even sure if he believed himself when it came to that. It was, factually, a possibility (willingly or his body giving out), but if he’d CHOOSE that was another matter. This really wasn’t helping his attempts to ease his spiders’ concerns when it came to handling himself outside of missions. He sighs, and there’s something more defeated in that exhale than simple exhaustion.
“ I promise I’ll make an effort to sleep. “
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@friendscfmine said: [ greet ] sender greets receiver with quick kisses to each of their cheeks (GET SALAURA'D IDIOT)
(comfortable intimacy - open)
It's been a long, exhausting day, and though he no longer needs to sleep, per se, Salvatore feels pleasantly tired as he sets aside the broom he's been using for the past few hours. He hasn't cleaned this much in a long, long time, but he's proud of himself for getting everything done.
Earlier today, he and Billy had decided to do a favor for Laura and clean her house while she was at work. Not that the place was particularly unkempt before, but she has more than enough to worry about right now, and they decided this would be a nice way to surprise her. And so, that's what they've been doing all day: cleaning every inch of the household from top to bottom.
It was hard work, but Sal is glad that he could do something nice for Laura. She has enough to worry about with the divorce, and as her friend, he's happy to help and support her however he can.
Salvatore is startled out of his musings by the sound of the door opening, and right away a smile spreads across his face as he turns his head to see Laura coming through the door. She looks worn and tired after a long day at work, but Salvatore perks up nonetheless when he sees her.
"Welcome home, doll," he greets her with a warm smile, walking over to greet her properly and rest a gentle hand on her arm. "Hope you don't mind, but Billy and I tried cleanin' up around here today. Y'know, sweepin' the floors n' all that shit." He pauses, a bit sheepish now as he adds, "Not that it was a mess or anything, but we thought we'd try and give you a bit less to worry about while you-"
Before he can finish that sentence, Laura leans down and pecks him lightly on each cheek, so quickly that it takes his brain a moment to catch up to the action. Once it does, though, his ears twitch and pin back as he laughs. If he could blush, he's sure his cheeks would be pink right now.
"Oh!" he says. "Right, uh, very nice to see ya', too!" He feels like a fucking idiot, getting so flustered and stumbling over his words because a dame's paying him a little attention.
Sal wants so badly to return the gesture and press a kiss to her cheek, but he ultimately decides against it, no matter how nice her soft lips felt against his skin. He doesn't want to put her off or make her uncomfortable in the slightest. So, instead he just smiles at her, quickly averting his eyes.
He clears his throat awkwardly, hoping to move the subject along. "A-Anyway, you must be tired--why don't you sit? You hungry? I ain't much of a chef, but Billy can probably make you something nice."
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