I saw a few people making their own, so I also made my own version :3
I also fell in love with someone I can't have so don't mind me-
@plusvanity look at my mood. Ahahaha
Also; Inspired by @xl1mpbizzkitx 'cause I saw it on her acc first <3
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ð©ðð ðš ðð¬. 1 (ððŠð±ð±ð©ð¢ ððŠð°ð° ðð ðð¯ð¢ -ðð©ð©) ðð¶ ðð¶ðð¢ ð ðð¢ð€ðð±ðŠð³ð¢
@bethanythestrange @wayward-cat @frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut @bigbonzo @seanisnothing
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Black No. 1 makes me wanna dramatically fall down a cliff in victorian gowns
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OK so I was wondering if you could do greasers head canons x gn!Goth s/o who just moved to town, and everyone, both socials and greasers are scared of them because everyone thinks that theyâre a witch I know thatâs super specific, but itâs an idea thatâs been in my head for a really long time ï¿Œ
Thanks pookieeeee! Much love your writing is my addiction
iâm twinning with @urlocalnonbinarybastard !! go check out their amazing blogâŒïžð«µâŒïž
anyways pony is def intimidated by you
yet also intrigued ð€š
he honestly just thinks the whole mystery aspect of your personality and vibe is quite literary LMAO
def wants to match your fits you cannot convince me he doesnâtð«¶
johnny noticed you and just kinda always had you in the back of his mind
like he just couldnât stop thinking abt you
which i think is super sweetðð¥°
you guys are actually the cutest together like just the vibes match
and no one messes w yall PERIOD
soda was a little surprised when he had a crush on you
like heâs used to dating the cherry type (no hate to cherry cause id date her tooð€·ââïžð)
anyways you guys are both night and day
givingggg black cat golden retriever
which i LOVE BTW
you guys are deffff a power couple
darry was prob really intimidated cause there were lots of rumors going on abt you
and guy doesnât really get out much cause he spends most weekdays working like crazy
so he didnât really get to meet you for himself for a while
but once he did actually interact w you heâs like TOTALLY crushing
you seem very sure of yourself and being around 14 year old kid brother pony, darry wasnât really used to that
probably the most surprising couple here which just makes it better ð«¶
yours and dallyâs vibes definitely match
but guy was fr scared
so heâd probably cover that up with dumb comments
BUT you hold your own against him and he ends up regretting it
(this is like the first time in his life heâs actually thought abt other peoples feelings ð)
asks you out a little after and youâre just like
âuhhhâŠokð€·ââïžâ
POWER COUPLE.
two bit and you mainly just bond thru humor
other than that itâs a very opposites attract situation
you have really dark humor which two bit wasnât expecting cause of your rep
but he LOVES IT
you guys just have inside joke after inside joke
and you guys have that âF WHAT ANYONE THINKSâ mentalityð
steve prob saw you at a gas station
or soda mentioned you to him and heâs like
âi gotta know moreð§â LMAO
you guys are actually really cute
hes really sweet to you
and promises to punch anyone who says anything remotely negative abt youð
go check out @urlocalnonbinarybastardwritesâs blog!!! they have amazing content thereð«¶ðð𥰠ANYWAYS MY INBOX IS OPEN!!
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Hiii, iâve seen your match ups before but just realized that i wasnât following, ugh! But anyways, i came here asking for a match up of a call of duty character, if you have time of course. So little about me: Im a little bit of a nerd so i do well in school and i care a lot about it. I also have like âweirdâ hobbies, i collect animal bones and i collect old books. I listen to mainly goth music but with some metal and rock on the side and my favorite artists are : Type O Negative, Ghost, The Cure, London after Midnight.
About how i look. I have long dyed blonde hair with extremely dark makeup usually. I also have facial piercings and i in the future i want to get tattoos but only a couple. I mostly only have black clothes but my favorite color is actually a very muted dark blue.
Soo thank you in advance and have a grand day!! -Noorað
ð€ I match you with...
Simon "Ghost" Riley ð
I think Ghost would fall for you
Ofc it takes a bit of time but he would be smitten with you
He feels something there between you two
One of your "weird" hobbies, he doesn't find them weird at all
Others might find it morbid
But hey, Ghost's got a dark sense of humor so he doesn't mind it at all
And there's nothing wrong with collecting old books
He'd like to read them if you'd let him
Loves your taste in music
You'd probably catch him tapping his foot to the music when he's reading something
Your looks...
Surely you must've been someone divine
He finds you to be otherworldly in a good way
In his eyes, you're such a gorgeous creature to ever walk the earth
He'd gently as possible play with the ends of your hair...
Just to feel is its soft as he imagined
It is.
Then he'd start to run his fingers through them, stirring the scent of your shampoo
You always smell so good its addicting to him
Ghost's love gifts, I think, are physical touch ofc, and acts of service
Hug him, lay your head on his chest/shoulder
Let him know that you're there, and that you're real
"I used to not believe in angels, that they weren't real... but I think do now"
He'd call you his angel/angel of the night, whichever he's in the mood for
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Wenclairâs dynamic is so silly because theyâre BOTH little freaks in their own ways like:
Wednesday, on the ground and bleeding out: Enid⊠Enid, stop your useless crying. My torso is already bleeding enough, no need for my ears to j-join in
Enid, holding her close: SHUT UP WILLA YOURE DYING
Bianca, being the rational one: Whatâs your blood type, Addams?
Wednesday: B negative
Enid, cradling Wednesdayâs body even closer to her: IM TRYING NOT TO WEDNESDAY WAHHH DW IâLL AVENGE YOU!! THIS KITTY WILL SHRED EM UP WAAAHHH-!!!
âšMeanwhileâš
Yoko, trying to keep Enid awake: Câmon mutt, stay with me! Quick, whatâs your type?
Enid, delirious from blood loss: Fuck, uh⊠dark hair, beautifully piercing eyes, a dry sense of humor with a thousand sharp knives-
Yoko, furiously shaking Enidâs limp body: NO YOU GAYASS! YOUR BLOOD TYPE!
Enid: O-oh⊠*glances down at all of her cuts* uh⊠red?
Yoko, stepping away from Enid: Yep, youâre dead now-
Wednesday, BUSTING in with arms full of medical supplies and blood bags: And you people told me memorizing everyoneâs records was a bad idea
Yoko: Because it IS- you know what? Fuck it, just save your girlfriend already
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General Postal Dude Sr Headcanons (Cool Facts)
Just your average guy trying to survive the horrors
Favorite music genres are oldschool EBM, various metal, dark ambient, grunge, goth rock, goth industrial and surprisingly some classical(He wonât tell anyone though). Sometimes heâll listen to straight up 90s gabber or noise on high volume with headphones on because itâs weirdly satisfying to him. It drowns out the noise that usually goes on in his mind
A few top artists for example: And One, Terrorfakt, Alice in Chains, Front 252, KMFDM and Type-O Negative
Was involved in the military at some point, hence the machine gun he somehow smuggled out. He was discharged during basic training as he couldnât hide his depression and schizophrenia any longer. So, his next pick at a government job was the United States Postal Service
Has a sweet tooth that comes in waves. The Dude will go without it for a long while until a spike occurs for two weeks and he indulges in baked goods and a lot of candy. Airheads and Zots are his go-tos
He had a deep relationship with a woman for a while, but she couldnât handle his impulsive nature and harshly dumped him. He didnât take it well. However, little did he know that this woman would soon bring The Postal Dude Jr. into the world
Is surprisingly far more sanitary than his son. If he knew Jr was pissing on strangers and the absolute lack of organization his trailer has, heâd be so disappointed. Although Postal Dude Srâs bedroom is scrawled with chicken scratch and scribbled black sharpie all over the wall
The Dude does in fact lift weights to keep up his bulk. Arms be very strong and well-sculpted
The Dude had his own website which looked like every edgy teens did back in the 1990s⊠despite him being in his late 20s. Lots of cool stamps showing off his cynical sense of humor, tons of dark red and skulls everywhere. This is where his war journal entries would be uploaded. In between is him talking about his favorite weapons, how to make molotov cocktails at home and infodumping about paranormal topics. Mothman is a wonder to behold
The Dude is mostly a shut-in. He may go out to run errands, play frisbee with his dog and scope out the alternative/goth nightclubs JUST for the music to hear new artists. But he otherwise feels most comfortable homebound.
One of The Dudeâs favorite past times is what he calls âJunkinââ. This is when he runs to a junkyard to collect stuff that he finds neat. He also loves to take out his anger by shooting at scrapmetal and breaking glass
He might practice misanthropy, but he hates bigoted people (which are one of the many reasons he became misanthropic in the first place).
If he could make more money, he wishes to be able to travel to Japan. He thinks it looks beautiful over there and wonders if itâs more peaceful than the shithole town heâs stuck in
He can talk to the demon in his dreams. He often is afraid to sleep because of it, so he forces himself some nights to stay up all night until it fails and he crashes to sleep at 2am. Itâs always taunting him how heâll inevitably burn in hell unless he gives in his divine purpose to cleanse the Earth.
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JEON JUNGKOOK FIC-RECS:- Series List (1)
Hello, wonderful people. So I'm finally here after a pretty long time, what more can I say, I've been so busy with my academics and all. It sucks to be a high schooler. So basically after seeing BTS updating their MBTI types, I thought maybe I should take the test again and IT TURNS OUT TO ISFP-T!!! AND AM I NOT SURPRISED TO SEE THE SIMILARITIES? I would suggest y'all to take the MBTI TEST on truity.com as well. You can message me about your personality types as well, as I would definitely love to get to know y'all better.
NOW getting to the point. I bring you all a fic-recs list featuring none other our golden mak-nae, and my bias wrecker, Jeon Jungkook.
Again, I would like to inform you that none of these wonderful masterpieces involve my underwhelming talent of writing and imagination, they solely belong to their respective owners, who've put their everything into these work of fiction to make them so beautiful and memorable. I'm merely an admirer, a fan, a dreamer who loves to indulge in the world of fantasy for an escape from reality. I would highly recommend you all, to go through their master-lists and give them your love and support. Happy reading!!!
WARNING:-
MOST OF THESE ONE-SHOTS WILL BE 18+ (mentions of any mental unrest, mentions of any death, blasphemy, infidelity, mentions of blood, and explicit smut)- MINORS SHOULD STRICTLY NOT INTERACT.
LEGENDS:-
a - angst ; f - fluff ; m - mature ; s - supernatural ; d - drama ; h - humor
From Home (m) by @gyukult (a, f, s, h) [rich-kid, fake dating]
Jeon Jung-kook knows that he's rich as fuck. and oh god, he knows EVERYTHING about his typical spoilt ways of showing it off. But when his loving mother decides to kick him out of their estate, to make him more responsible and self-dependent, he is determined. To earn his position back. Thanks to you, child prodigy, who might make his plans easier.
I have had my pleasure of that very old concept o rich-falling-for-poor-and-family-backlashes. But the concept of THIS VERY FIC, oh lord, has astounded me to the core. The comic timing, the intriguing differences between the characters' family background, the phantom expectations and the bitter realities. A must read!!!!
After Midnight (m) by @gyukult (a, f, h, d) [casual relationship]
After the announcement of your little sister tying knot with the love of her life, you realize that it's high time for you to break ties with your fuckbuddy Jungkook, and finally get settled down with someone more of a husband material guy. But it's unfair for Jungkook for two reasons: one, you're a doctor, and two, will he ever find a pussy that bomb?
Dude, no review will ever be able to describe how PERFECT this fic is. I've never ever seen such a perfect fuckboy characterization written for Jungkook. He's perfectly sweet, stupid, sexy and dude, his comic timing just when the OC's practicality begins to empower him, oh lord. My favorite. Period.
Animal (m) by @cutaepatootie (a, f, d) [boxer, hate-to-love]
Lying on a hospital bed in his 60s, Jungkook recounts his past life. The one where his ruthlessness, his recklessness, his rudeness, every negative aspect of his life, was brightened with the solitary feeling of love. The love, which he had for you.
If I ever try to write a single word about this fic in its appreciation, I just end up crying a flood of tears. Be ready to have a box of tissue beside you before reading this masterpiece. A touching tale of love, hate and grief. A must read.
Let Me Stay Close To You by @9uk (a, d) [bullying, college-life]
When your high-school bully Jungkook re-enters your life as your college mate AND your partner for project, you cannot help but fear his intentions. But for Jungkook, it's all different. A drastic difference that makes his heart pace faster than the light's speed.
This fic is the far-most gut wrenching story portraying Jungkook in a not-so-typical setting and shade. Even though the ending of the fic somewhat falls out and becomes exhausting, it is still virtuous in its glory. A good take with a new perspective.
Knife's Edge (m) by @readyplayerhobi (a, f, d) [mafia, infidelity] ft. Jimin
Ever since your scarred childhood, you have known about your marriage with Jungkook in future, with you leading a life in a hellhole forever. And you're alright since you've got Jungkook beside you. But one night, everything changes when you end up laying your eyes upon Jimin, who promises comfort and love upon his arrival.
I know. Jimin is my bias, I should be rooting for him but oh lord, the mafia!jungkook takes it all for me to fuck the shit outta OC for going astray, dude. I'm speechless, so no words. Just dive right in!!
Falling Skies (m) by @fortunexkookie (a, f, d) [childhood friends]
The art of permanence isn't your cup of tea; despite that, your best friend, Ji-yeon and her twin brother, Jungkook, are irreplaceable to you. Ji-yeon, garnering all your love and Jungkook, garnering all your annoyance. You cannot endure Jungkook, that's for sure. But one unexpected catastrophe it takes, for you to realize what Jungkook is to you in a true sense.
The twin thing concept was very new to me, and reading this fic reminded of Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami, both focusing on loss, emptiness, love, coping and the following hardships. One of the best fics I've read. A must read.
I hate you, I love you (m) by @jungblue (a, f, d) [best friends]
You have been through every phase and feeling of your life with Jungkook: enemies, friends and best friend forever. Too bad, and too late, you ended up catching feelings for him when he had already committed himself to someone who's not you.
Cute, Sexy, Lovely. GO AND READ THIS ASAP!!!
Innocence (m) by @monoguk (a, h, f) [one sided love, fuckboy]
For you, the concept of sex is flabbergasting but for Jungkook, that is the only thing his world revolves about. But once he falls for you innocence, nothing even as impeccable as sex can enamor him anymore.
It's not completed yet but dude, have not fallen in love with the simple and cute dynamics of it? A must read!!!!
True Care (m) by @joonsgalaxy (a, h, d, f) [bodyguard, family issues]
Your new bodyguard, Jungkook is no way similar to your father's bodyguard. He's young, cute (did I say hot?) and shy. Two of you together navigate through the hardships of each other's life and create a bond, safeguarding each other from one inevitable thing: love.
Oh lord, this one fic stays in my heart forever. The accurate representation of the very Jungkook we know. How delightful! Moreover, I just loved the way the OC was written: bold, practical and sensitive. Just dive right in!!
The Brothel (m) by @plumblackjeon (a, d) [unrequited love, rich kid]
In the eyes of society, Jeon Jungkook is a typical rich brat, spending his nights in brothels, getting wasted. But when you find him intoxicated in the corridor of your apartment, you can't help but find his true self, even if that means wandering into the brothel.
I don't know if this fic was supposed to be a one shot, but it snapped something in me. I've never felt so gut-wrenched after reading a fic. It made me rethink a lot about my opinions and ideas about the nightlife. It also gave me glimpses of After Dark by Haruki Murakami and reminded me of a song named lovememore. by dosii.
Astonishing and dark, a must read.
So that is it guys. Do let me know about your own opinions about these fics or any other fics that you want to recommend me. Happy Reading!!!
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ENTRY SEVENTY-FOUR
Despite having a wide range in music taste, there's only a handful of bands that have really stuck with me through the years, getting me through the bad and helping me celebrate the good.
My top three of this handful are Nine Inch Nails, Tool, and Type O Negative.
A couple of days ago, I came across a comment section discussing Peter Steele's death. Something that was said, that was agreed with and emphasized on by multiple people, has been bothering me to my core since I read it.
Many people feel that Peter Steele would still be alive today had he "been with someone who gave a shit."
We might still have him around today "if he had someone who cared enough to get him to the hospital on time."
My heart sank and my stomach dropped after reading this. I immediately logged off. That didn't sit well with me at all.
I then tried looking it up. I felt discouraged and silly, giving up rather quickly. I thought I didn't know how or what, in specific, to search for anyway. I also thought there's a chance that it might not be true, that it's just talk, rumors, that kind of thing.
"Maybe people were just saying that because they don't like her. I have no clue!" Now I'm starting to question myself. I log back on to look for the comment section but everything refreshed and I didn't catch the name of the page that made the post.
True or untrue, the thought alone really fuckin disturbed me. I mean, it really did. He deserved someone to care for who he was outside of the celebrity. I hope to the Gods that those comments weren't true.
Peter Steele, aside from "musical genius" and "one of the most influential," was described to be kind, generous, helpful, supportive, inventive, and a hard worker.
When I'd see interviews with him on TV back in the day, and seeing interviews today when venturing around on YouTube, I found him to be very interesting, intelligent, and insightful. His dark humor was always fun too. And, of course, he was drop dead gorgeous. ð¥°ð The man was a living god, just saying.
Needless to mention the passion in the music he wrote and in the performances he gave (thank you TV and YouTube for letting me experience that by the way, I never got to see Type O Negative live).
He believed showing the world his heart would draw people to the band, and he was right. He said he wanted to be remembered as someone who helped people through hard times, and he is. It makes me sad to know he was sobered up, excited to make more music, and hopeful for the future just before his passing. Gut-wrenching when you think about it, and when you think about all the things he went through before that as well.
Being misunderstood, struggling with addiction, and the mental health issues involving Bipolar disorder, grief, depression, dealing with the aftermath of lockup, and feeling betrayed by his family. He also said himself he had huge problems with abandonment and loss, probably because he experienced those things more than we know.
In addition, being unlucky in love still blows my mind to this day. Especially knowing how he was worshipped by women all over this country, including me. How many of us out here would've worshipped the ground he walked on? And you mean to tell me some of the women that actually had a chance, screwed it up? Considering things like taking the breakups hard and being cheated on, he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, wasn't he? Some souls are just too good for this world, I swear. And his was one of them.
But that's what terrifies me... He was unlucky in love, so what if the comments are true? Literally makes me sick to think about, especially since the band, his childhood friends, tried to reach out to him when he was sick but was only able to speak with her. There's a dark aura all over that.
Someone please tell me it's a rumor, that he had a good woman at his side in those final days. Hearing about toxic exes shows where a person was lost and hurting, and he deserved better. He deserved peace and quiet and comfort. He deserved protection.
Men like this, regardless of how big and tall and strong they are, need to be protected. Their bodies are hard but their hearts are fragile. People that are kind-hearted will often suffer the most in life. The way he loved his women and the way he loved his animals showed he felt everything so, so deeply. He needed to be protected. Yes, men are biologically stronger than we women are, but they need us to protect them too, just in a different way.
My guess is that Peter's spirit is still with us, silently urging us all to never forget about Type O Negative. And we never will. RIP ð
More thoughts later.
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One of the awful decisions in my TON life being:
Took some steroids and adrenaline
Finlandia vodka, hallucinogens
Mixed it with blood and orange juice
Liquid protein and ice cubes
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WHILE IM TALKING ABT ROACH hereâs my current HC meta:
-he hasnât talked to his family since he was like, 19. Sorry happy family roach lovers he absolutely loathes them and they donât like him either. He feels they were more concerned with appearances than actual substance and they didnât treat him well
-heâs selectively mute, but also genuinely prefers to sign over speaking. He can speak at times, he just doesnât like it and finds sign or writing is better. When heâs anxious he finds signing and writing more difficult to do and speaking impossible. It takes a lot of coaxing
-I feel like roach masks his issues with humor. I like silly roach a lot thatâs him to me and I accept that fanon but I feel like he deflects with jokes and more erratic behavior. He really, really, really does not want to talk about something so heâll play it off and then drag you to go do something silly. This guy does negative communication. Even if he has an issue with you itâll wait until he like cannot not deal with it he really needs to be forced to do so
-great cook but hates cooking. Never had any good memories with it, doesnât find it fun or anything but a hassle that makes a mess. If he does cook for someone itâs a lot of affection going into that though. Doesnt really cook for other people tho, he learned mostly for himself and most of his recipes are to specifically his taste.
-no idea how to dress. Like, 0 clue. Help this man. He likes fashion in that heâs like wow that looks nice to basically anything and everything. Doesnât get how some things are hated so strongly.
-he had an older brother who he felt a kinship with. The two fought like cats and dogs but they were pretty close and shared a lot of the same interests. The older brother liked Roach but the two would fight and take petty revenge on each other a lot and he let roach make a lot o f the same mistakes he did. The two also kept up the jokes act when they were kids in public and ti was probably to draw attention away from awful parents. Anyways he died and roach does not want to talk about it at all.
-roach really did not like the military until he ended up in the 141. He stuck through it because heâs a stubborn bastard but he ran into a lot of difficulties before MacTavish was his cap.
-roach is the type who will put up thru pain n discomfort for an arbitrary goal any day of the week, casually and seriously. He is never out of hills to die on. Loves having strong opinions on things.
-despises people he deems inconsiderate. Is accidentally inconsiderate a lot. More on that, bc of his closest relationships in the past he assumes a lot of his boundaries are implicit and spin fact explicitly should not be discussed because they make him uncomfortable. Itâs hard for him to take violations of those not personally and he has a short temper. He might go out of his way to upset you and then feel AWFUL about it. Or not depending on what you did. If he does understand it was a mistake heâd feel bad, heâs been in that situation a lot but it doesnât occur to him other people may have difficulties understanding each other like he does. From his failure to pick up on social cues and the treatment of his mistakes as intention heâs got an unconscious bias to assume everyone else does everything intentionally always bc thatâs what it seems.
When he was a kid heâd break things a lot or frame his brother for something that would get him into trouble or even get into physical fights.
-lone survivor!roach would take things very not seriously. Heâd treat the apocalypse as more of a game than anything, eating when he remembers to, taking massive risks to his life without much care. Heâs kind of dissociated from himself and any sorts of risks or previous attachments. Would underestimate his need for socialization. Very skilled and very likely to die in some stupid way.
-141!apoco!roach is a lot more serious. He stretches himself thin as a mediating personality. If the group is experiencing social strain heâs working overtime trying to soothe nerves. Heâs probably the least suspicious of new members if just because he feels like someone has to, even if he doesnât like the new guy. Puts most of his survival in the hands of his team. Never really thought of his future of more than a couple days and isnât going to start now. Not the best with abstract questions but keeps an eye on rations. Thinks group politics with other groups is stupid, advocating for just killing the asshole and moving on.
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Dancing in the Dark
Tom Bennett x OFC
Summary: War is spilling over Europe and a route is being created to help POWs escape occupied France. Sometimes love does not last forever, but lasts long enough.
Warnings: Smut/NSFW later on, some misogyny cause itâs the 1940s
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4Â | Chapter 5Â | Chapter 6 - ende
Chapter 3
Dr. Webster OâConnor made sure to donate blood every fifty-six days, without fail, since his arrival to the hospital one year prior. He knew his O-negative blood type was imperative and shortages were now rampant across Europe with the Blitzkrieg. He tried to coax Bennett, but his words of duty and honor were all but ignored until the promise of a cookie enticed him, since all sweets were rationed for those who donated.Â
Tom had been relocated to a back room where the occupants were mostly amputees recovering, a luxury as it was considered to be the silent wing of the busy hospital. They were laid up in the beds, waiting for the nurse on duty to arrive.Â
Webster noticed Tomâs cheeky grin and how Vera ignored his expression, how his eyes washed over her and the blush in her pale features responded to his steady gaze. She then looked at him and her eyebrow lifted. âIs this where your business will be held?â Her tone was dry, as always.Â
âMiss Vera,â Webster replied with good humor. âMy ears may be failing me, but I swear you just teased me.âÂ
She rolled her eyes, suppressing her smile, and grabbed for some cotton swabs and alcohol. âI feel I must repeat myself with you, but I find your humorâŠâ she faltered for the word. âEigenartig.â
âAh,â he kept his smile. âPeculiar.â
âTeaching the kraut English?â She froze as she remembered Tom in the bed behind her. He wore clean, knitted long johns and a shirt, with his blonde locks tousled and his perpetual smirk on his lips. âDoes your charity know no end, Webster?â Â
He closed his eyes, his voice annoyed. âSit and be quiet, Tom. Let the good nurse do her job.âÂ
Vera grit her teeth as she finished taping down the needle in the doctorâs arm, checking the line so the blood would not clot. She then turned to face him, his face aglow with her undivided attention and wearing a confident grin. âMove over,â her voice commanded, knowing all too well that a polite ask would get her nowhere with him.Â
His grin spread, showing the dimpled lines of his cheeks. âYes, missus,â his eyes glinted as he shifted over and allowed her to sit close. He extended his arm across her lap, her hands cool to touch as she found a vein and then she reached for a new cotton swab. She could feel him peering at her, noticing his grin fading. âThat cunt did a number on you,â he mussed, his eyes now looking over the damage to the left side of her face. âNo honor amongst Nazis.âÂ
Webster was alert to his words. âWait, you saw who did this to her?âÂ
âShe managed it without fuss, though,â Tom continued, with a hint of admiration. âNot a tear from this one and then she threw back whatever German nonsense, making them turn tail and run off.âÂ
âIt is done and over,â was all she could manage, a blush creeping onto her cheeks as she prodded to find a vein. She avoided his eyes, finding his intense look made her heart flutter in her chest and she needed her focus to be on the needle in her hand. âThere will be a prick-â and she was quick to find the vein, reaching for the medical tape. âI will be back,â she promised, standing up and taking care to move his arm.
âIâll be waiting,â his fixed stare almost unnerved her, keeping the color to her cheeks when he added, âIâll even share my cookie with you,â his smile sly.Â
Vera excused herself and left the room, her hands rubbing her cheeks as she walked away from them. Tom cocked his head, watching as she exited. âDoes she ever smile?â He broke his eyes away and looked at Webster, who was watching him with his eyebrow raised. âI feel like I am getting hints of it sometimesâŠâÂ
âI see you arenât as adamant about leaving as you were before.â
Tom sneered, âNaw, I am grabbing this cookie and leaving when itâs done. Though, I might linger if she wants to share it with me-â
âWhat are you gonna do without help?â He interrupted, ignoring his comment. âEveryone is now a prisoner of war and you think you can, what? Have a cookie and walk out the door?âÂ
âIâll think of something,â Tom looked forward, pursing his lips.Â
âBut what if I could help you?â When Webster saw he caught his interest, he leaned towards him and lowered his voice. âBut this will need to be done quick and you must do as you are told, because if we can get this figured out, well, it wouldnât be just you we can save.âÂ
His jaw clenched for a moment. âAlright, alright,â Tom watched as his blood snaked through and dripped into the glass bottle. âWhat do you need from me, then?âÂ
In another part of the hospital, Vera busied herself with menial tasks, desperate to find anything so she could forget the piercing eyes of Bennett. She jumped at the soft tap to her shoulder and turned to see Henriette. âThe linen?â She asked her, her voice soft.
Vera paused at the bed she was making and then said, âI am preparing for any more that may come.â
Henriette hummed in response, a small smile to her face as she stepped to the other side, helping tuck the sheets in the corners. âI believe Webster may have found someone who is willing,â her voice was still soft, for her ears alone. âYou will need to leave us soon,â Vera watched her as she spoke. âTonight, you should prepare a bag with the understanding that you will not return.âÂ
She stared at the bed, her jaw tight with the instructions. âYes,â she said, her voice thin, and then she looked up at Henriette. âYou will stay here?âÂ
Henriette nodded. âI will stay and I will help Webster, but you must go. Major Lieber will be in tomorrow,â she hesitated. âYou should come in for the later shift, through the back entrance where the ambulances come. Webster will have everything together and will know more as to where you will meet with Lyam.âÂ
âHenriette?â
She looked at Vera and saw her struggle to find the words that sat behind her glassy green eyes. Henriette reached for her hand to give a gentle squeeze and they remained quiet as they finished making the bed.Â
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âBennett,â Vera said, staring at the doctor.Â
âYes,â he nodded, looking through his desk. âHe has agreed to accompany you and see if there is a legitimate route we can set upââ
âNo one else, only him?â She asked, cutting through his words.Â
Dr. OâConnor cleared his throat. âWell, yes. He was very passionate about leaving a few weeks back and I thought he would be the best to ask.â
Her eyes narrowed on him. âVery well,â she began. âI do not believe you, Webster, but we are now out of time.â She reached into her purse to retrieve a small, leather bound journal and grabbed a pen from his desk. âSo, what am I to do?â
He repeated what Henriette told her earlier, only advising to pack for a very long walk. Vera felt her throat tighten as she listened and noted his instructions, realizing she would miss the obnoxious American, but she trusted that if they were successful, she would not lose touch.Â
That night, Vera entered the small room she was renting from a sweet, older couple. She did not have a lot that she brought to Paris and would pack even less in her knapsack: her papers, the valid and the forge, extra socks with a change of clothes, a locket with a picture of her folks, and a few books she considered her comfort reads.Â
She then pulled up a loose floorboard to retrieve a cigar box where she had been storing a combination of currencies, both British and franc. She set aside her rent, along with a letter penned to explain her sudden departure to her landlords, and then tucked the rest into her bag.Â
Morning finally came after a fitful night; Vera climbed down the stairs and visited with the couple, who of course invited her in for a small breakfast, engaging with their smiles and polite conversation. She was careful to drop that she would be working late at the hospital, to prolong them noticing her sudden disappearance. In the early evening, she dressed into her nursing uniform once more and tucked her boots into her lunch tin to carry inconspicuously with her knapsack.
She made her familiar walk towards the hospital, taking in the vision of Paris with her steps. A sadness washed over as she saw the wave of red banners to showcase the Third Reichâs takeover of the city. It was a somber scene, as she saw the Frenchmen and women walking and trying their best to ignore the bolts of red fabric that flapped in the breeze.
She grieved for the city as her steps brought her around to the back entrance and she slipped into the hospital, spotting Jacques ahead and standing in front of a door. When he spotted her, he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the supply room. âWebster gave me these to give to him, but I cannot deal with him anymore,â his dark eyes flashed with anger. âI pity your journey, il est tellement agaçant.âÂ
He is so annoying.
She sighed as he placed the clothes into her arms and opened the door for her. She looked to see Bennett standing in his briefs and white tank top, unaffected by her stare; he was not embarrassed and his lips curled upwards. âOh, love, I was just getting ready to see you,â his tone cheeky.Â
Vera grew red and walked towards him, pressing the clothes against his hard chest. âChange quickly,â she said. âWe must hurry.â
âWhat the fuck do call this outfit?â He scoffed, holding out the clothes. âThis your revenge?â
âThis is what is available,â she hissed, setting down her bag and she began to unbutton her uniform.Â
He noticed immediately. âHow does this work that as I dress, you undress?â
She did not answer and refused to make eye contact, her fingers fumbling to remove her dress. His eyes were unabashed as they washed over her figure in a slip, admiring the soft silk against her ivory skin. Her uniform slipped from her grasp and he was quick to bend down and pick it up for her, holding onto still even after her fingers grasped the fabric.Â
âI will take that,â she said, breaking the moment and folding the dress.Â
Vera turned to pull her change of clothes and she felt him press closer, but he did not touch her; his presence was enough to elicit another deep blush that rolled from her cheeks, to her neck and chest. âDo not forget the coat,â she said without facing him. âIt will be chilly.âÂ
She could hear him move and the bustle of fabric as he began to dress. âCoatâs fine and all, but wonât youâll be there to keep me warm?â
Vera grit her teeth, âBennettââ
âItâs Tom.â
She turned to face him, fastening the last button of her plain blouse, and saw him watching her. The pants were a size too big and hung at his narrow waist, his shirt a mint green that he had yet to button up; she saw his defined chest peeking beneath the white tank he wore. Tom watched her for a reaction, waiting for her to acknowledge what he said, while Vera struggled to find her tongue.Â
âI am not kraut,â she finally spoke. âMy name is Vera.â
His signature grin returned. âItâs a very lovely name.âÂ
She focused to pull her knitted skirt on, her hand reaching behind to fasten it and she heard him step forward. âMay I?â He leaned forward to peer at her and she gave a small nod. His breath tickled the back of her neck and shoulders as his hands pinched the top and he was slow to bring up the zipper. When he was done, she turned to face him and saw his brow scrunch with the same concern, bringing his hand to gently touch her chin. âThe bruising has gotten darker. Do you have any powder?âÂ
Her head tilted at his question and he gave a short laugh. âBefore you thinking me a puff, I have a sister,â he explained. âI know things.âÂ
âI do not have any makeup left,â she confessed.
âMakes sense,â his grin returned. âPretty girls like you donât require much, do they?â He seemed pleased with the new shade of red to her cheeks. Tom clipped his suspenders to his pants and gave a slight grimace when he pulled the one up his left shoulder. âAll right, whatâs the plan, Vera?âÂ
She grabbed her knapsack and pulled the sleeve of his coat to follow her. They made a roundabout way towards the main lobby and began to descend the staircase. Ahead, she spotted Lyam with his same cheerful disposition and still using the cane. âDid you not heal?â She blurted and he laughed.
âMiss Vera, your demeanor remains the same,â he smiled beneath his silver beard, his eyes looking over them both. âThe cane has them assuming I am no threat, so I have chosen to keep this accessory.â He then reached into his pea coat to retrieve two gold bands and held them, palm up. âWebster mentioned it was a couple, so we will use this to avoid bringing any attention to us as we move. Put these on.âÂ
She looked skeptical. âWhat plan is this?âÂ
Lyam tsked and his ice blue eyes sparkled. âWhere is your sense? Act like lovers, it will make it less likely to attract any unwanted attention.â
Tom raised an eyebrow as he slipped on his band, taking the other one and reaching for her hand. âMay I, Mrs. Bennett?â His tone teased Vera.
âTom Bennett is dead,â her reply was dry, earning another good natured chuckle from Lyam.
âOnly by name, but youâre my missus either way,â Tom slipped the ring onto her finger and when she tried to pull back, he held his grip and brought her knuckles to his lips.Â
She choked on a response and Lyam smiled with his words, âI see why you refused to leave the hospital.â And he continued before she could correct him. âRight now, I am your father-in-law and you two will play husband and wife. We will make our way through the city and stop in Massy for the rest of the night, continuing early the next day.â
âOn foot?â Tom asked.
âWe have no other option,â he tapped his cane. âYouâre young, youâll be fine.â
Lyam pushed open the door and the evening crisp air breezed through; he stepped to walk out on the cobblestone streets that line Paris. âCâmon,â Tom said to her, holding his palm out. âYou heard the man.âÂ
Her fingers curled around his own and she liked the warmth of his palm. His arm stiffened to bring her closer to his side, turning his head to whisper in her ear, âI wonât bite you,â and with a devilish grin added, âunless you be wanting me too.â
âTomââ her tone was warning, but she could not hide her smile in time.
He had missed it, his eyes focused on what was ahead of them. âNo, love,â he reached to touch the back of her head, tucking her face into the nape of his neck and placed a phantom kiss on her cheek.Â
She could smell the soap on his skin and how it complimented his natural musk, but the sound of booted footsteps pulled her away. She shifted her focus on the idle conversation being held by the passing soldiers, relieved to know they had not been noticed. âI didnât want them thinking I did this to you,â he said in her ear before she pulled back. Vera peered at him and he gestured to her jawline.Â
She shook her head. âYou would not do that,â she said with a factual tone and he looked at her. âUnless I be wanting you too.â She finished, mocking his accent.
A grin spread until the dimples peaked on his cheeks. âYou know, Vera, you are actually funny.â
She smirked and kept with his pace, ignoring the soft chuckle of Lyam ahead of them. They were fortunate to not cross any more soldiers, but she held onto his hand, lacing her fingers between his own and he ran his thumb along the back of her hand as they walked. Lyam guided them to avoid major streets and which allowed them to enjoy the dusk that rolled over the quieter parts of Paris, the man made lights flickering on to give the city a warm glow.Â
Their steps led them to a residence where a smiling woman answered and gave a kiss to Lyam. She welcomed them inside, her exchange only in French, and Lyam turned to them to translate. âYour room is down the hall, to the left and the toilette across from it,â he smiled at them. âSleep well, for tomorrow is a big walk,â and he gave them a time to meet for breakfast.Â
The room was plain, but cozy, and Vera noticed right away that there was just the one bed, along with a dresser and a small vanity with a velvet stool tucked beneath. She felt Tom lean onto her shoulder. âThis works since weâre married and all.â She looked at him to see his same cheeky smile splayed on his face.
âYou can clean up first,â she said, stepping inside the room and setting her knapsack down on the bed.Â
He stepped backwards, his hands grabbed onto the doorframe and he leaned forward to offer, âSure you donât wish to join me?â He was quick to duck out as she grabbed and chucked a decorative pillow from the bed towards him, but he had already closed the door.
He is insufferable, she thought, her cheeks still red from his invitation. He is arrogant and cocky⊠but he was willing to attempt this route and give hope for the other prisoners in the hospital beds. Her mind fluttered to his gentle touch from when he tucked her into his shoulder and his words, I didnât want them thinking I did this to you. Despite his arrogance, he had moments of genuine kindness, as opposed to his usual bravado.Â
With a sigh, she stepped towards the vanity and began to remove the few pins for her hair, allowing her dark curls to spill on her shoulders. She wondered if the doctor had pushed Tom to agree to this, as part of his American humor. It does not matter why he came along, she decided. Vera knew she must remain focused on the task at hand, something she would repeat as many times as she was able.Â
âItâs all yours, love.âÂ
Vera turned to see him shirtless and towel drying his locks, a slight curl to the usual wave. She pressed her clean undergarments to her chest and walked past him, closing the door and seeing her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her complexion flushed yet again.Â
She was quick to shower and was standing in the small bathroom wearing just her undergarments. She had not thought to bring a nightdress along and, for a moment, debated to walk back into the room and grab her silk slip. He would still see you, she thought. Does war really demand modesty? With an exhale, she pushed the door open and was relieved to see him lying on the bed, already asleep.  Â
Her bare feet padded the hardwood floors as she crept to put away her items and reached to retrieve her journal, hunched over the dresser to notate the route taken. She then took care to lower herself onto the mattress; the bedframe creaked but he slept soundly, his damp locks clinging to his forehead. She laid on her side to face him, her arm curled beneath her head, and watched Tom as he slept, his steady breathing lulling her to sleep.Â
It felt like her eyes were closed for a moment when she felt a slight jerk. The room was much darker, but the moonlight poured through the windows to highlight the room; she looked to see Tom, his fists balled at his sides and his jaw clenched, ticking as the muscles jumped, with beads of sweat on his forehead.Â
A night terror, she realized and pushed herself up, reaching to lay her hand on his chest, her other hand gentle to touch his grip. âTom, Tom,â her voice was soft, repeating his name. âTom, wake up, you are okay.â She was able to bring his palm to rest on her chest, her other hand feeling his accelerated heart rate. Â
With a sharp exhale, his eyes opened wide, flitting around to see her hand pressed to his heart and noticing she held onto his other hand; under his palm, he could feel her heart fluttering with her deep breaths. âW-what,â he struggled for the word.Â
Her voice was kind. âYou had a nightmare.âÂ
He looked pale, but forced a performative smirk. âChrist,â he began, trying to steady his tone. âI am becoming crazy like my dad.â
âDid he serve?â
ᅵᅵᅵYeah,â he scoffed. âIn the last âgreat war.â Now heâs a pacifist, rallying men to see the error of violent resolutions.âÂ
âItâs okayââ she tried, but he ripped his hand from her hold.
âIâm not looking for pity,â his eyes darkened.
âI was not implying that you were,â Vera returned. âMy dad had night terrors that would wake up the household. Sometimes my mutter would try and wake him, but sheâŠâ she stopped, unwilling to bring to light the fault within her own family. âI found he responded well to his name being repeated and me holding his hand. I had thought⊠you needed to feel something real?â
âLike a heartbeat?â He asked, his brow raised.
It sounded stupid spoken out loud, so she remained quiet.Â
He pushed himself up, resting his back against the headboard and his free hand raked through his locks. âThank you,â he mumbled. âI⊠sometimes have dreams that I am back onboard the Exeter, but I am not as lucky as I had been originally.âÂ
âHe was the same,â Vera said, pushing to cross her legs beneath her. âHe called it âsurvivorâs guiltâ but he carried it with him everywhere.â She paused. âHow are you feeling now? I could go get you some waterââ
His hand reached to grasp onto her forearm, keeping her from leaving the mattress. âI would prefer it if you stayed,â his eyes only then roamed and noticed what she was wearing, their realization simultaneous. âMissus, you can hardly just leave dressed like this anyway-âÂ
âI would have put on clothes!â She snapped, trying to pull away. âForgive my ill planning and forgetting mein nachthemd.â
âDonât regress to the Motherland tongue just cause youâre embarrassed,â he grinned in return. âBut go ahead and stand, so I can appreciate the view more.âÂ
Her face burned and instead she pulled at the sheets to crawl back underneath, the billow from her exaggerated coverup blocked her view of him, but when the sheet settled around her form, Tom shifted on his side and his hand reached to touch her jaw. âTom, what are youââ and he closed the space, allowing his mouth to find hers and cut off her question with his gentle kiss.
His lips were warm and Tom took his time, his fingers curled into her hair and gripped the back of her neck, pressing his body on top of her own. Her hands touched his chest, his other hand gripped the soft flesh of her hip as he opened his mouth to deepen their kiss.
She was breathless as he moved to her jaw, kissing her neck, goosebumps rippling over her body from his touch. âTom,â she gasped for breath. âWait, what is happening?â
âI donât know what you call it, but we call it a kiss,â he replied with a devilish grin, nuzzling into her neck. âYou were helping me feel something realâŠâÂ
âNo, I did not mean for-âÂ
Tom stopped all together, sensing her sudden hesitation. âChrist, I would never force myself on anyone,â and he fell back into his pillow, his arm up and under his head. âWhat happened? Were you raped?âÂ
She pulled away, creating space between them. âYou⊠have a foul mouth,â she snapped and he only shrugged in agreement. Vera fell back to the pillow and rolled to face away, curling beneath the sheets and shutting her eyes to sleep.Â
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König SFW Headcanons
Background:
Real name is Elias Beckenbauer.
Heâs 29 years old and from the Innsbruck area. His birthday is November 10th, making him a Scorpio.
Has a big extended family, but he is an only child.
His parents are both teachers at a secondary school. His dad teaches biology and his mom teaches literature.
He was raised around tons of younger cousins that are like little siblings to him.
Very close with his grandma on his dadâs side because she used to babysit him a lot.
His family is nominally Catholic, but most are not practicing, including him. Still attends the odd Christmas mass if heâs home for the holidays, mostly to make grandma happy.
Gets his height from his momâs side. His dadâs family are averagely sized.
His constant growth made him gawky for most of his adolescence.
He didnât fill out and grow into his height until his very late teens, mostly because he started working out and eating right when he joined the military.
His parents did not initially accept his choice to join the military, wishing he would choose a safer line of work. They relented, though, and are very proud of his accomplishments.
Appearance:
Heâs 6'7'' or 201 cm tall. (6'10" is not technically canon, and visually, he looks about the same height as one of my friends who is 6'6" so I rounded up)
Has very dark brown, thick hair.
Used to have long hair as a teen. Shaved it off when he joined the military. Now he lets the top grow out a bit.
Got that 90s heartthrob, Dimitri from Anastasia, middle part going on. Has an undercut to stay cool under his mask.
Freckles and sunburns easily. But he eventually tans once the burn goes away.
Keeps his face clean shaven, finds facial hair too itchy and hot.
Has a scar across the middle of his mouth from accidentally being slashed with a knife during training. The other guy felt really bad.
Had acne as a teen. It's mostly cleared up now but he gets a breakout every so often from stress. Has a few clusters of acne scars on his back.
The front of his hips have some old, faded stretch marks from his extreme growth spurts.
True to form, he's got some serious muscles. Absolute tree trunk legs.
Has kinda crooked teeth. His canines flare out slightly from his other teeth.
Wears predominately simple t-shirt and pants combos in dark colors. He does like jewelry, though. Especially rings that he can fiddle with.
Pierced ears. Wears small silver rings in them when he remembers to.
Interests:
Favorite color is forest green.
Will listen to most kinds of music, but likes metal and industrial music the most. Rammstein, Type O Negative, Deftones, and KMFDM fan.
Though he doesnât like regular crowds, he loves concerts. The loud music and the energy of the collective excitement is somewhat regulating for him. It gets his sillies out in a place where it feels acceptable.
He prefers to be in the bleachers instead of the pit, though, since he doesn't want to block the view.
He likes to cook, mostly standard German fare he learned from grandma. Makes a very good Kaiserschmarren, since that was his favorite growing up.
Coffee over tea. Treats himself to a fancy, flavored coffee periodically.
Parents got him into skiing as a child, both downhill and cross-country. Was a member of the ski club at his secondary school. Loved that he could cover his face with goggles and a balaclava. It made him feel protected from peopleâs eyes.
Got into marksmanship because he wanted to ski a biathlon. He has participated in three so far, getting fourth place as his personal best.
Also tried out ice hockey as a kid, but found that he didnât like contact sports. Still enjoys watching it, though.
Extras (mostly funny):
Very clean, but couldn't organize to save his life.
Like he doesn't let dirty clothes pile up, but babes definitely lives out of laundry baskets because he forgets to fold it.
Snorts when he laughs.
Extensive mug collection.
*slightly NSFW* Batshit feral sense of humor. Definitely owns the "Don't bully me. I'll cum," t-shirt.
Owns a weighted blanket.
Uses the :3 emoji whenever possible because he thinks it's funny.
Unbeatable at Mario Kart.
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What are some aspects/placements that would make two people have a LOT of fun together. Like the two people who are always laughing at everything together? Share the same sense of humor, can make each other laugh very easily, etc.
For shared sense of humor, good conversations I'd say:
Sun-Sun trine/sextile/conjunction
It can show that you click with each other, feel good around each other, you bring out the light in the other person.
Sun-Mercury trine/sextile/conjunction
Again, you click with each other, understand each other's humor, there is a good flow of the conversations.
Mercury-Mercury trine/sextile/conjunction
This is important for all conversations really. But it can make people share a very similar sense of humour, understand the other person's humor easily, there is no challenge in the conversations between the two of them.
Mercury-Jupiter trine/sextile/conjunction
Possibly one of the best aspects if you are seeking a duo who is very funny and entertaining together. You bring the life out of the other person. It can make a pair that always knows how to laugh together, how to share good moments together.
Mercury in the other person's 3rd or 5th House
Mercury in the other person's 3rd may show that you have a similar sense of humor and there is good harmony between the two of you. Mercury in the other person's 5th house is possibly one of the most entertaining duo placements in Synastry. Positives: you inspire each other, this can be a very creative relationship - you may do a lot of new things together, the 5th house is the most hedonistic house focused on pleasure, leisure, entertainment, fun, so you can understand from that what conversations within the relationship are going to be like. The negative is that there can be a lot of drama between the two of you.
General aspects of a fun relationship between two people:
ANYTHING with Jupiter
Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter...etc. Trines/Sextile/Conjunction. Jupiter is the planet that is connected to humor, excitement, joy, so having any major planets connect to the other person's Jupiter can be a big sign of having a lot of fun together. Like I have said before - Sun-Jupiter or Moon-Jupiter conjunctions show unexplaianable happiness in the presence of the other person. It's so wholesome and I will forever adore this aspect. You can be each other's happiness vitamin.
The 5th House placements
Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter in the other person's 5th House.
The 5th house is the house connected to entertainment, artistry, creativity, fun, hedonism, pleasure, joy, basically anything good in life. Having these planets in another person's 5th house can show a very fulfilling and happy relationship (platonic or romantic). You are there to entertain each other, provide the other person with all of the good things in life. The negative is that there can be lack of control in the relationship, unless there strong Saturn aspects, neither will parent the other or tell them where to stop. This can result in dangerous activities, substance abuse (similarly to 12th house placements but wilder).
Honorable mention are Venus aspects. Sun/Moon/Mercury/Mars/Jupiter-Venus trine/sextile/conjunction. Venus is also connected to pleasure, joy, happiness and can bring a lot of fulfillment in both platonic and romantic relationships. It can show fun, but one that is calmer, more sophisticated (lol) in a way. Having fun through creative activities, similar hobbies together, etc. Compared to Jupiter and the 5th house is that be the calmer type of fun.
Oppositions between the planets mentioned in the post can also be included BUT oppositions often bring a little bit of tension, challenge, like in humor you may share similar humor, but there can be a lot of bickering, making fun of each other, a lot of back and forth action. This can be very fun for some people, for others it can be a little bit annnoying (i have noticed that Virgo and Pisces placements don't deal that well with oppositions despite their adaptable nature).
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