#I’ll rb this at a better time later :)

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STAY SOFT, GET EATEN !

ft. leon s. kennedy x gn!reader

tags. p in v, incest, dub-con that is basically non-con idk

note. unedited cuz i got lazy omg. umm ignore typos :3 sorry my writing is so jolty lately im finding it hard to write so it’s all coming off very clunky but :3 rbs n feedback appreciated !! this is like not actually that smutty I’m sorry 💔 if u see me reusing bits from other old fics pretend it’s new

tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general from the tags. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

Your dad is hot, an indisputable fact. He’s a total babe, kinda looks like he should’ve been in Baywatch during his prime, got a rack that rivals C. J. Parker’s. Ever since you hit twelve, and the girls in your class suddenly got all boy crazy, you’ve been hearing nonstop about how cute dad is.

Sleepovers were held at yours so they could get a glimpse of him, and your dad might be friendly, but he’s clumsy with conversation, not much of a talker, so he made himself scarce. Then came the slew of questions, you think it was Ashley Graham, the one that didn’t know how to quit it. Airheaded with eyes like chipped peridot.

Hey, where’s your mom? Is she still around, I’ve never heard about her? What kinda girl does your dad like?

My dad doesn’t like kids, freak.

He might, and I’m not a kid! I mean, I turn thirteen in January. I bought a bra at PINK the other day, I even got measured, the lady said I’m an A cup.

Even my dad's are bigger than that, loser.

I’m, like, so not a loser! My mom said I could get a boob job when I turn sixteen, and by then your dad will be, like, what? Thirty?

He’ll be forty-three, dumbass.

Yeah, forty-three, that’s perfect. We can date then as long as you don’t have a mom. I did see a picture on your desk, but that’s your sister right? ‘Cause if that’s your mom, she never picks you up from school, so she’s either dead or they broke up or she hates you, right? I’m so right, aren’t I?

You’re wrong, stupid. My mom just works a lot.

Boo, I totally thought she was dead, well, whatever, if they break up by the time I hit sixteen, I’ll totally be your new step-mom.

For a lack of better words, you wanted that bitch dead. She meant well, you’ve just never met someone so out of touch, the type of girl that hands out Chanel handbags at the food bank.

A few years later, when you turned eighteen, it was Ada Wong, you had this co-dependent, whirlwind friendship that had you by the throat. She was cool, a few years older, and everyone thought she was hot. You were lame, and wanted everyone to think you were hot. What you don’t understand is how on earth it ended with her hand down the front of your dad’s pants at your graduation party. He was totally out of it too, she took advantage of a poor, drunk old man, and the worst part about it? That wasn’t what made you mad. Not that she touched him when he was slurring, tripping over his own feet, you were mad ‘cause she got to touch him in the first place.

When you tell your counsellor, I have a crush on my dad, she falters. She’s this older lady that reminds you of your Auntie Claire, they have the same button nose, and that makes it harder to talk to her. She presents herself professionally, and takes herself a little too seriously, also in the way Auntie Claire does at times. Bitch thinks she’s a psychologist. She has an office tucked right into the corner of your university’s humanities department.

“Well, is your dad absent?” She starts, chews on the lid of her ballpoint pen, the type you get in a pack of two hundred. See, if she were a real psychologist, she’d have a fancy one, with runny ink, and a metallic barrel.

“No, my dad raised me.” Your lips twitch upwards, wanting to scowl at her. ‘Cause this is your thirteenth session, and she knows how close you are to dad.

“Well, then, has your dad ever hit you?” She blinks real slow like it hurts to blink.

“What? No, never.” You’ve asked me these questions before, you stuck-up cow.

“Well, then,” Her eye twitches, you think she might report you to the authorities for being a freak, “Has he ever behaved inappropriately with you?”

The worst your dad has done is ask if you’re on birth control, only once, and he was rightfully worried. “Never, he would never do that.” I don’t know if you’ve been listening, I’m the one that wants to sit on his dick.

She taps her nail on the oak desk, popping open a button on her blouse. Some counsellor she is, mouth drying up ‘cause you have a crush on your dad. “Listen, if it’s not me overstepping boundaries, or being impolite, I’d like to refer you to a therapist.”

No fucking way. Jackpot. You’ve been waiting three months for this, all it took for her to cut the crap was an incestual confession? Although, you really do need to get that fixed, there’s this part of your brain, the cerebellum you believe, that’s been cut out and replaced by a hunk of meat that resembles your father. Whoever did it made a shoddy malpractical mess that you’re left to clean up with scarce supplies and medical knowledge.

“I'd really appreciate that.” You tell her, mustering your toothiest of grins as you pack up your shit and pass through the doorway, never to turn back to advice that consists solely of ‘talk it out’ and ‘use daily affirmations’ and other baseline shit they cover in Cosmopolitan articles you could read for free.

Therapy turns out to be no help. Not ‘cause of the content of the session, this is your first one actually, more ‘cause your therapist resembles dad. A little more on the polished side than your father, with salt and pepper hair that would look so good on him. Leon refuses though, to grow old, that is, to look anything more than thirty - he’s far past that, you think he’s looked old ever since you were born.

It’s going to be a distraction, you might leap out of your seat and fuck this man half to death if he scoots his chair any closer, if he keeps scratching his chin in the way dad does. There’s a copy of Nineteen-Eighteen-Four on the desk behind him, the one with the fabric cover to be specific, embellished by tiny labouring hands to sit pretty on the best-seller shelf in some overpriced independent bookstore. More importantly, it’s the copy that collects dust on your dad’s bedside, the one he insists to have read, but the pages still have that fresh scent to them, and not a single one is dog-eared.

There’s a ring on his ring finger, just like dad’s, and that might be a stretch, ‘cause every married man has a ring on their ring finger. Still reminds you of dad though. His is gold, and dad’s is silver ‘cause mom likes silver. You like silver ‘cause it looks pretty on dad.

He introduces himself, his way of speech is refined, and you can tell he thinks before he speaks unlike dad. Leon is clunky with words, oftentimes crude without realising. Cancellation and no-show fees, your rights, confidentiality, he runs you through all of it - the whole time you’re focused on his lips, the prominent curve of his Cupid’s bow, the double lip line that makes them appear fuller from afar. Just like dad’s lips.

The receptionist frowns when you request to see another therapist, then she begins to click, click, click away at her keyboard. She stops midway to file her nails, then she pops her gum and gives a very simple shake of the head, ponytail moving with her. You doubt the slow bitch even tried, so you make your way home, a heat in your stomach that refuses to fizzle out, an ache so deep only dad could reach it. With his dick, obviously.

Dad’s keys jingle and you hear wedding bells. You check the time, he’s home early, he toes off his shoes and tucks them into the cubby hole shelf mom placed by the door. She’d be down his throat if he left them scattered for her to trip over again.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Leon smiles kindly, the same smile that’s seen you throughout your life. The one he gave you when he first held you, the one he gave you when you fell off your bike, and he brushed the crumbly gravel off your knees and kissed the tender scrapes on both. When you graduated, and he held back tears but acted all tough about it, he smiled all the same.

“Hi, dad.” The one you give in return is meek, the apples of your cheeks refusing to raise upwards into your eye-line.

“Oh,” Dad is perceptive, he throws his jacket over the bannister, keys tucked into one of it’s unzipped pocket - they dangle haphazardly, and you’re sure he’ll forget about them and toss that jacket in the washing machine, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You shrug Leon’s hand off of your shoulder when he takes the seat adjacent to you. It’s cruel, the expression on his face sours, your heart lurches. Making him upset is your farthest intention, you just don’t know how much skin to skin contact you can handle with him.

Nonetheless, it was the wrong move, ‘cause he shuffles closer, “Hey now, don’t push me out, what’s wrong?”

“Dad, I promise, nothing's up.” You aim to soothe him with your words, but his agitation grows, your discomfort is palpable - he tastes it on his tongue, it’s the blood in the back of his throat. There’s no getting past him. “Therapy was bad.” No harm in telling a lie or two.

“Therapy,” Leon waves his hand through a nonexistent cloud of smoke, “You don’t need that.”

Here we go. All you need is a hug from dad! A kiss from dad. And you’ll be all better, sweetheart.

“I do, dad.” You glare at him, he smooths his thumb over your wrinkled brow and your heart drops to your ass. Dad needs to stop touching you before you touch him back, that’s a silent threat, your fingers twitch to grab him, mould his soft flesh into the shape of your fingertips.

“I did a good job with you,” Leon states, “My dad—“

My dad hit me, my dad threw me through a glass table once, busted my ass and made me crawl through the shattered glass and then he set wild dogs on me - your grandma just watched - I been through all that and I don’t need to go to therapy. He says something along those lines, albeit less cinematically thrilling.

“You did a very good job with me,” You nod, reassure him in a maternal tone almost ‘cause all dads are children that need to be praised, “It’s not your fault, dad, I love you lots.” Well, it is, for raising you so well, maybe he raised you too well. Or maybe you’re just a bit sick in the head, or maybe it’s his fault for looking how he looks.

“Then you don’t need therapy,” He sinks back into his dent in the leather couch, “You just need a hug, bring it in, kid.”

No, no, no. You do your best to fend him off, all for his own sake, but he draws you close to his chest, smothers you by pushing your face right into the dip. He smells good, cologne gradually having worn off as the day progressed, the slightly tangy undertone of his sweat coming through.

“And a kiss.” He coos at you, pinches your cheek, clicks his tongue in an attempt to coax you.

God, no. Don’t kiss me. Don’t do that— Mwah! Smack bang on your forehead as he tips your chin upwards, blinking down at you with sticky toffee lashes. And you, stupidly, in your lovestruck haze, pull him in to place the most disgusting, sloppy kiss on his lips - one that does little to hide your ardour for dad.

Leon’s neck almost snaps with how fast he pulls back, then he stares at you open-mouthed, and you hate to say it, but you’d kiss his lips swollen again. A man of his age, especially your father, should not be pretty or doll-lipped, but he is and you hate it. He’s your hamartia of sorts.

“Sweetheart…” Dad shambles aimlessly through his words, umming and ahing.

“Oh, god, you totally think I’m a freak, right?” You take your hands off of his chest, where they had been firmly planted, giving him a real good squeeze without even realising. “Dad, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, it just came out, you were just really close to me and I got nervous.” Now you sound like him, a lack of conversational tact is exactly what you got from dad.

“No, it’s alright, it’s okay, sweetheart, just give dad a minute.” He pats your shoulder, then he stands up, about to march on forward to grab his keys and leave. You know your dad, so you take his wrist in your hand, beg him to face you.

“Dad… I’m sorry, can you look at me?” You add a ‘please’ in the most desperate tone you can manage, brows slanting downwards as your bottom lip trembles.

Leon struggles to do so, his arm flexes when he tenses, stiffening in your grip. He sits back down when you begin to sniffle, too lamb-hearted to sit through your fit of tears. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay.” Dad rubs your back, but he avoids moving his face close like he usually would, this is his cue to kiss the tears from your cheeks, but he doesn’t.

“It’s not, dad,” You hiccup, choking on an ugly sob that manifests into an even uglier yelp, “I didn’t mean to do that, I’m just really lonely.”

“Baby,” Leon’s voice is sweet like a glacé cherry, “I didn’t know you were feeling like that, I didn’t know you were lonely.”

You are, but that’s not why you kissed dad. You kissed dad out of your own free will, ‘cause you’re in love with him. “I am really lonely, dad, I don’t know what to do.” The snot and tears don’t bother him, he wipes it away with the back of his hand. You’re his baby, you know that. So if he can do that, why can’t he fuck you? It’s ugly in the same way, he’ll wipe his load off your stomach instead, or your ass if he wants to take you from the back.

“Hey, it’s okay, we can— we can fix that, I promise.” The only thing you need him to fix is the leak you’ve sprung, plug it up or whatever. “There’s no use cryin’ about it, alright? Dad doesn’t like seeing you cry.”

His guard drops, and you’re kissing him again, harder, till he’s breathless and confused and yet unable to push you off. ‘Cause dad is so weak-willed when it comes to you. If only you’d had the guts to get to him sooner. “I won’t cry… I won’t cry if you kiss me, dad, I promise.” It’s a shitty tactic, threats, making dad’s heart jump like that - gonna send him into cardiac arrest.

Leon hesitates, softens like butter when your hands come to fist the fabric of his shirt, “Okay, just, just a kiss, alright? And mom can’t find out ‘bout this.” He stammers, cupping your face in his big hands, his fingers trembling. “And… And just one, yeah?” His flimsy assertion of dominance has your lips curving into the slightest of smiles, dad’s cute.

“Just one.” You agree, his spiky lashes cast shadows on his face, he shuts his eyes tight as your lips ghost over his for a moment, then you take his face in your hands and press them together. Lip to lip. Heart to heart. You swing a leg over his, situating yourself in his lap. Leon’s eyes open, no longer bracing as he glances down at your spread thighs, then up at your face.

“What’s up?” Leon tries, it’s hard to miss the apprehensive edge to his tone, how he burrows backwards into the couch pillows, shoulders shrinking to get away from you. His kid.

He’s not moving. Not pushing you off, which he could easily do, not calling mom and telling her you need to be checked into a ward of some kind - with others akin to you. Would be like a slumber party really, getting to indulge in fantasies that haven’t left the confines of your sick little head. Dad is looking on ahead, glassy-eyed and sad. And you kind of get it now, what you’ve heard about dad being easy back when he was younger. Not easy, but soft. Pliant against his own will, even when he has the capacity to say no, you’ve given him plenty of chances to say no.

“Dad, I’m sorry, I’ll be quick.” That’s a promise, you’re worked up from therapy with the cleaner version of dad. “And I’m sorry, we don’t have to do this ever again.” Unless you want too is left unsaid. You hope the implications are clear enough, that he’s picking up what you’re putting down, but dad is slow in that sense. He’s a hands-on type of guy.

You give him a minute, dad blinks, and there’s no explicit refusal, so you lift up to wriggle out of your jeans. Dad’s come undone a little easier, he raises his hips when you ask him to do so, and he flinches when you unzip them - fingers coming into contact with the softness of his cock through the fabric of his boxers. Leon’s not hard. It’s a blow to your already crippled ego, then again you’ve heard mom talk about Viagra to him before - so maybe it’s not a ‘my kid is groping my dick’ issue, but more of an old age issue.

The tip is velvety on your skin when you tuck your fingers beneath the waistband to tug them down, with the way he’s reclined back in his seat, his dick flops onto his stomach. Heavy and stagnant, much like dad himself. Doesn’t spring up and whack you in the face like dicks tend to do in porn, doesn’t have a mind of its own, it just sits there awkwardly.

Leon closes his eyes, you notice how ragged his breathing is and wonder if he’s getting any enjoyment out of this, or if he’s two minutes away from flatlining. To comfort him, you stroke a hand over his cheek, fingers curling beneath his square jaw as your other hand curls around his flaccid cock. He flinches, and for the first time in your life, you see dad cry. And it turns you on. The last time was when you were born, you don’t remember it, for obvious reasons, but he reiterates it every birthday.

“Oh, dad,” Your brows knit together, “I didn’t… Please don’t cry, I really didn’t mean to upset you, dad. Gosh, I’m just, I just needed to do this dad— Can you speak to me, please? I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Leon’s voice wavers, his body is wracked with shivers, chills prickling his spine, “I want to make you happy.” You’re all he's got, you and mom are the only speck of normalcy in dad’s life and you’ve gone and ruined it. For reasons even your counsellor couldn’t process, reasons that are unfathomable to you. A prion disease so severe that even your therapist likely fears there’s no chance. “I’m sorry.” He says finally, and your stomach hurts.

“Dad, don’t say sorry, that’s stupid.” You lift your hips once more, spitting on your palm and smearing it over his dick has done little for lube, but he’s not all that big - and you’re dripping down your thighs, it’ll be an easy fit, ‘cause dad made you. Half of you is him, and that means he’ll be just right. “It’s not your fault.” You tell him, but you doubt it lifts the guilt from his shoulders, it weighs down his tender heart instead.

Dad doesn’t think that way. He blames everything on himself. Leon’s the one that raised you, he's the one that went wrong. You don’t know how else to tell him there’s something sick inside your head, and it’s infected every single part of you.

It’s hard to guide him into your hole, the tip bumps over your twitching clit a couple of times, up and down your slippery folds as you try to line him up. Leon’s face twists when you take him in, walls breached by the tip alone, you wonder if he’s relieved to find out you’re a virgin. You’ve been saving it for dad, didn’t know the opportunity would come so soon. Your cunt squelches when you take him to the hilt, squeezing around his shaft till he hardens inside of you. There we go, so dad does like you after all? Or is this a natural response? Or is he thinking of someone else, his eyes have been closed for an awfully long time.

“Dad, will you look at me, please?” That’s the second time you’ve asked so nicely and he obeys all the same, cracking open his eyes, foggy like stained glass, just as bright too.

Two hands come to rest on your torso, Leon’s keeping you at arms length. You want dad to let you in. The rocking off your hips elicits the slightest groan from his parted lips, you grind yourself into his lap, fat head leaking and jabbing at that spongy spot deep inside. See? Dad’s made for you. Dad knows you.

“Dad,” You whimper, clammy forehead sticking to his, the tip of your nose bumping his broad one, it’s romantic you think. In the same way A View from the Bridge is romantic - to you and you only. “I love you… I love you so much.” His hips jolt upwards, dad’s sensitive you suppose, he didn’t mean to do it ‘cause his face contorts with pure, unadulterated disgust.

Shakily, you take his bigger hand in yours, he’s limp in your grip. You jam his hand between your sweaty bodies, force him to rub them against your thrumming clit. Dad does it. ‘Cause he loves you, if you didn’t get that by now. His thumb rubs figure eights into your bud, the nimble touch, along with dad’s dick right where you want it, lodged deep inside your pussy - it tips you right over the edge.

Your thighs tremble, snapping shut around his hand, and his cock slips out. He’s only got a semi, or maybe he came earlier, but you don’t know much about dick specifics so you curl into his chest, and dad holds you tight even after you totally violated the poor guy.

“Should clean up ‘fore mom gets home.” Leon’s voice is unsteady, lilting up and down, all over the place. God, did you make dad cry again, you stupid bitch?

“Yeah,” You agree, scratching the back of your head ‘cause what do you even say after fucking your dad? Couldn’t even ask google that. “Dad, do you still like me?”

“I love you,” He answers instinctively, “I’ll love you no matter what you do to me, kid.”

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[papayadays]

lucky

summary: lando norris x uni/f1-engineer! reader gf - where you’re both lucky to have to each other

a/n: very self indulgent, second piece of writing posted! holy mac n’ cheese balls, 2,600+ words!

warnings: none, fluff, surprises, shenanigans, language like once?

“congratulations, graduate class of 2024!” your grin grew wider as it sunk in that you had officially graduated with your masters degree. you celebrated with close friends and family, cheering and taking loads of pictures before you felt two arms wrap around your waist. “lan!” you exclaimed, turning around to face him. “you’re here!”

a week or two ago, lando had told you that he wasn’t sure if he was able to come, considering mclaren needed him at the factory that week. you obviously reassured him that the team came first, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t thrilled that your boyfriend was here. another great part of graduation was that the paparazzi couldn’t follow lando in, though you hoped your classmates would have the decency to not take pictures as well.

“i’m so, so glad i could make it,” he mumbled into your neck before pecking your lips. “you just got your master’s degree! i’m so proud of you, love.”

“thanks,” you responded, a giddy grin on your face as one word flashed in your mind. perfect, everything was perfect. “i’m so happy you’re here for this. i know i said mclaren comes first, but right now, i’m glad that you’re with me. i love you, lando.”

he gave you his radiant smile that you had grown so fond of. “i love you too, y/n.”

.:*:.

later that evening, you were hunched over your laptop on the sofa while lando was playing some games with his mates. you were applying to some jobs, with around 15 tabs open.

you heard some footsteps after you uploaded your resume for the third time, and a head rested on your shoulder, brown curls falling into your peripheral.

“whatcha doing?” lando asked.

“just applying for jobs,” you replied.

“which teams have you applied to so far?” you had wanted to become an f1 engineer for as long as you can remember, and lando knew all about your aspirations.

“hm, let’s see, rb, mercedes, and aston martin,” you said, showing your boyfriend your screen.

“no mclaren?” he pouted, making you laugh.

“i’m getting there, don’t worry, lan,” you chuckled, clicking onto the mclaren website.

while you were doing that, lando commented, “y’know i could ask andrea if there are any travelling jobs available.” you scrolled through the jobs, frowning at the small number of vacancies.

“there’s not really anything,” you answered. “the tyre engineer looks like the only thing for my skill set, honestly.” lando leaned over your shoulder to get a better look at the job description.

“hey, that’s a travelling job!” he smiled. “i can talk to andrea, put in the good word for you and-”

“lan,” you interrupted. “i know you mean well, but i want to get in by my own means.” lando opened his mouth to protest, but you continued, “it would be amazing to be able to travel with you, but i need to be able to get in by myself. i need to know that i can still make it independently. i really hope you understand.”

“of course i understand,” lando sighed, a small smile of disappointment on his face. “you know i only want the best for you, love. it’s just that i could finally do something meaningful with my status, but that’d be giving you an advantage, so i’ll back off.” he finished by pressing a kiss to your temple.

your heart melted at your boyfriend’s actions; he wanted you by his side, but he put what you wanted first. “thank you, lan,” you smiled. “but fingers crossed i’ll get hired anyways.”

“luck? you don’t need that,” lando responded. “you’re smart, kind, beautiful, and amazing.” with each adjective, he pressed a kiss to your face.

“you flatter me,” you said, laughing.

“it’s true!” lando protested.

your gaze softened. “you know you’re the best, right, lando?”

“eh, you can say it again.”

.:*:.

you were travelling with lando to the mtc because you were “going to the race” with him, but really, you were there for your first day of work.

a few weeks ago, you had gotten emails from mercedes and mclaren, saying you got the job. however, you wanted to surprise lando, so you only told him about mercedes, telling him you were going to work for the silver arrows.

his disappointment almost made you change your mind, but it was going to be worth it to surprise him. ahead of time, you had reached out to oscar (well, mostly lily) and asked if he and zak could help you surprise lando. surprisingly, (but also not), they both agreed with eagerness, which you suspected was because your boyfriend was very lovable.

once you arrived at the mtc, you and lando walked around, getting an extra-warm welcome from zak, oscar, and lily. you introduced yourself to lily, for it was the first time you two had met in person, all of your previous contact being calls or texts.

“where and why have you been gatekeeping her, lando?” lily scolded, immediately wrapping you in a hug. “it’s so nice to finally meet you in person. now, we can finally ditch lando and oscar.” you gave her a smirk, leaning into her side as the two of you grinned at your boyfriends.

“this is exactly why,” lando scoffed. “hands off my girlfriend, even you, lily.” the aussie pouted before giggling, and everyone in the room knew she had no intentions of leaving you alone, nor did you want her to.

“anyways,” zak started, sending a quick pointed glance in your direction. “lando, you’re needed on the sim. oscar, lily, wanna chat with y/n?” personally, you thought it was too obvious but nonetheless, your boyfriend went along without question as zak ushered lando away to another mclaren employee before turning to the three of you. 

“okay, so here’s the plan, we’re going to show you to your office, give you the teamwear, and then bring in lando for the surprise. i’ll go to lando and you two show her to her desk. you know what to do if we need to stall,” zak stated. lily and oscar nodded solemnly, and you almost burst out laughing at how serious they were taking this.

“i’m so excited you got the job!” lily gushed, linking her arm through yours as the three of you went to the offices. “we can spend so much time together now.”

“she still has to work,” oscar pointed out, amusement on his face. “by your reaction, it almost sounds like she did all this for you.”

lily gave her boyfriend a conspiratorial glance. “maybe she did,” she smirked.

the aussie driver sighed in mock-annoyance before turning to you. “but in all seriousness, i think lando will love this surprise.” you thanked him, grinning at the prospect of the surprise about to unfold.

the couple stopped by an empty desk with the teamwear folded. “alright, so this is your temporary desk for now, since you’ll mostly just be travelling,” oscar explained.

“this is surprisingly well planned out,” you laughed, knowing who was likely spearheading this ‘project.’

“zak was really invested in this,” lily chimed in, confirming your suspicions. “let’s be real, he’s been waiting to do this to one of his sons.” you snorted at that.

“anyways, i’ll be right back,” you said, leaving to change into the clothes. while in the bathroom, you also put your hair up into a messy bun to throw off lando even more.

when you came back out, only lily was sitting there. “oscar went for some last minute meeting,” she explained, getting up so you could sit. “and lando and zak are on their way, so i’ll need to leave so he doesn’t think it’s you.”

“great, thanks so much, lily!” you pulled her into a hug. “catch you later?”

she nodded with a smile before turning and walking, leaving you alone. however, a minute or two later, you heard footsteps and voices behind you.

“lando, i need you to talk to one of our engineers real quick,” zak said, but you didn’t turn around. not yet.

“sure, what’s up?” you heard lando say before you turned around. you smiled as you saw your boyfriend’s jaw drop, rushing to hug you.

“i- what, how?” he sputtered. “i thought you were going to mercedes, baby.” you gave him a mischievous grin.

“it was all part of the plan, lan — wow that rhymed — i just didn’t tell you about mclaren,” you explained. “and then zak, oscar, and lily helped me distract you, which wasn’t a hard task.” lando sent you a pointed look before pecking your cheek.

“i’m so proud of you, y/n,” he beamed. “i’m beyond happy right now. wait, does this mean you can travel with me?”

“yeah.” you nodded, not prepared for when lando leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours. as you felt him smiling, your own lips began to curve upwards too.

“alright, we get it, son,” zak commented, amusement on his face. “please don’t show too much pda, please.” lando gave him a salute, goofy grin on his face as his green eyes met yours.

“you have no idea how much this means to me, love,” he said softly, reaching for your hand. “and i’m so happy for you, and us.”

and so, your first day in f1 was a success.

.:*:.

it had been about a year since that eventful first day at mclaren, and you had enjoyed the ride since. now as you stood in the garage, watching as lando passed the chequered flag in first place for the first time, hand clapped over your mouth. you had left your usual spot with the telemetry to go stand next to his parents. cisca wrapped an arm around you as you cheered, headphones still on, while adam had tears in his eyes as he stared at the screen with pride.

it had been an eventful race. opening lap was chaos, with three cars retiring just from turn 1. after that, the sun started beating down on the track, making tyre degradation rather high and the heat affecting driver performance. places were being gained and lost constantly, and strategies were all over the place. despite all the drama on track, your boyfriend stayed level headed and calm as he lead the pack. of course he did. you had stood nervously to the left of will, glancing at the telemetry of the tyres.

lando was losing pace in the tyres, and fast. you could see the visible graining and the lap times increasing, and the gap to second place was shrinking quickly. he needed to pit before his tyres truly dropped off.

“i think we need to pit for mediums,” you had stated, earning a questioning glance from the race engineer. “we’re in the latter stages of the race, and if we pit, we’ll only drop one or two places, so then lando can use the faster tyre to overtake and then manage for the rest.”

you consulted a bit with the rest of strategy before telling will, who was now on board with the plan. the pit stop was smooth, the crew doing a wonderful job, and sure enough, lando was leading again after a couple of laps.

now, you were pulled out of your cheering and blissful state by zak. “y/n!” he called. “that was some amazing call. i think you should go on the podium.”

despite your heart leaping at the words, you pushed it down, shaking your head. “surely someone more important like will should go,” you stated, ignoring your temptation.

“how about we ask lando?” zak proposed with a sly grin, knowing damn well what your boyfriend would say. he turned on the radio, asking, “lando, who do you want on the podium with you today?”

“y/n,” he replied with no hesitation. “i mean obviously, thanks to the whole team for everything, but she’s the reason for my win today, and beyond that, she’s been my rock throughout everything.”

“well then,” zak said, turning to you with a smug expression. “i guess that’s settled.” you grinned back at him, unable to contain your excitement anymore.

rushing with the rest of the team, you waited by parc ferme, leaning against the metal barriers as the papaya car pulled up in front of the first place, flanked by a red bull and another mclaren.

lando took his time getting out of the car, letting it sink in. then, he got out, standing on top of his car, fist pumping and pointing a finger towards the sky. jumping off, he made his way to you first; he always found his way to you.

you pulled him in close, lifting up his visor and kissing his helmet. suddenly, lando reached up and took of his helmet, pulling you in for a real kiss. you felt the pride, elation, and everything with that kiss, sparkles tingling along your spine. “lando, baby,  i’m so fucking proud of you,” you said, eyes meeting his. “this is your moment to shine, and i’m so glad i’m here with you. i love you so much, lan.”

“i love you too, y/n.” he didn’t have to say it back with the way he was looking at you, but god, did it make the moment even better.

as lando was whisked away for the interview, you were ushered behind to get ready for the podium, where max and oscar were already waiting.

“y/n!” oscar smiled. “you’re going onto the podium? lando’s request?”

“yep,” you nodded. “zak and lando insisted even though i said will or someone else should go.”

“you deserve to be here,” oscar protested, making you grin. “you’re our tyre engineer, after all.”

“thanks, oscar,” you responded. “congrats on the podium as well!” the aussie thanked you, but you hardly heard it was another person walked over.

“lan!” you exclaimed, rushing towards your boyfriend. you felt his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you towards him. “that’s my race winner!”

“thanks, love,” lando replied, and you would feel the vibrations in his chest. “it honestly feels so surreal and amazing.” just then, all of you were directed to start entering the podium, with oscar going first.

eventually, it was your turn, butterflies starting to flutter in your stomach. as you stepped out onto the podium in front of the crowd, your breath caught in your throat. it was absolutely breathtaking and so gorgeous. the cheers of the crowd and all the fans and team members were something else.

and then they called lando’s name. you cheered as he walked across, pumping a fist to the team before his eyes met yours. the british anthem started playing, and you felt your heart swell with pride and happiness as you watched your boyfriend smile and take in the moment. he noticed you watching and gave you a wink that left you blushing.

once the music was over and the trophies were handed out, lando grabbed the champagne bottle and smashed it against the podium, turning towards you and drenching you. you tried to fight back, but to no avail, laughing as you gave up.

after the little celebration, you and lando went behind the podium and cameras with the champagne and trophies in hand. you held out your bottle for him to clink. “to us,” lando stated.

“to you and your amazing win,” you corrected before taking a sip. afterwards, your gaze met your boyfriend’s and something made your heart skip a few beats. maybe it was the sparkle in his eyes, or the pride you felt, but you were just so overwhelmingly happy. 

“y’know, i’m so lucky,” you started. “to experience this with you and to be your girlfriend. i love you so, so much, lando.” as you smiled up at him, his expression almost melted your heart.

“i’m the lucky one, love,” lando protested, threading his fingers with yours. “you’re so amazing, kind, and always there for me. i think the stars aligned when they brought us together.”

you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his. “i have to agree with you there, lan.”

#papayadays #f1 #lando norris #ln4 #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #mclaren #oscar piastri #lando x reader #lando x y/n #lando x you #lando norris fluff #ln4 x reader

[f0point5]

You know, I love Seb (he’s the person who got me into F1) and I respect Lewis and his accomplishments but one thing I’ll never forgive them (and a lot of the older drivers, most already retired now) for is how they treated Max when he came into F1.

Yes, he might have been their rival but he was also a teenager, a literal child and gosh… I know Max probably doesn’t really care anymore but I still hurt for him sometimes.

Especially when you consider that he was the one paving the way for his generation. When Charles and Lando and George and everyone else came up a few years later they were welcomed as the youth, the future of the sport. Older drivers talking about their talent and how great it is to see them come up.

Max didn’t get that. He got shouts of “too young”, “too reckless”, “too… too much”.

So no, to me the only real grid dad (or maybe grid uncle is more fitting, idk) will be Fernando Alonso who said that some people are simply ready earlier than others and that Max should be judged on his performance in the races, not his age (paraphrased).

Fernando who has been an idol a lot of the younger generation growing up but also exchanged helmets with Oscar and Zhou, joked with Lando on instagram, talks Le Mans with Max and probably many more moments I’m forgetting about rn.

THIS.

Honestly, I don’t really get the Seb hype. He just has never given me good vibes. I didn’t watch during the RB days so maybe if I’d seen his golden era I’d have gotten attached but he has just always seemed…not likeable. Clearly a very driven, straightforward, intelligent guy, but something about him doesn’t sit well with me. Anyway rant over.

I’m not even going to talk about LH because…par for the course.

Yes, they were all mean to him. As grown men, too, how are you not absolutely embarrassed?! I get that he’s a kid and maybe you don’t want to hang out with him or confront the fact that you’re not the hotshots anymore but omg it’s a CHILD. (And Seb who made a bit of a meal out of being a bullying victim as a kid…I see you.)

No one else of Max’s generation would have survived the way they treated him, I stand by that. They all needed the support they got, and Max had none of it from his peers. I can’t see Max being the type who cared per se, because he was probably already used to being…not ostracised, but like…observed? And also because of how he grew up I don’t think anyone’s words could rattle him. But even if he didn’t care the grown men should have known better.

If I were Max I’d still be laughing about how bitter I made men in their 30s. Like “I couldn’t grow facial hair and y’all were running scared”. But I still think it must have been a pretty lonely few years until others his age started catching up.

I think Max was really lucky to have such a tight team (Christian, Helmut, Jos, Ray, GP) around him to insulate him a bit and stop him getting pushed around but the way these men tried it. (Toto I’m looking at your for the Jos phonecall.)

Yeah Fernando is the only one who I think was ready to embrace the new frontier as it were. But he is just kind of like that. I feel like he doesn’t feel his age is the disadvantage that most do, and that’s why he’s not so afraid of younger drivers. Like, his relationship with Max, Carlos, lando, George (nye buddies lol) and Zhou (literally just today saw a quote of him talking about how nice Alonso was to him, even Lance, he treats them as much as peers as he does his own generation, it’s cute.

Also, this is kinda random but I swear Nico and Max were kind of friendly in the early years? Max has known Nico a long time, despite the age difference (he said he remembered glasses Nico used to wear at like 7, and Nico once went out with his mum?), Nico was on the jet with Max on his birthday in…2017? And I think there’s a picture of Max having flown with some guys (including both Nicos in 2016) and for some reason I’ve always had the idea that Hulkenberg was his link to that whole crew? (Idk if this whole friendship is a headcanon but for some reason I feel like these two are/were kinda connected)

But yeah, agree. Grown men acting like little bitches. That generation I think was the last generation with real bitterness between the drivers, though. Idk you wouldn’t catch me being a jerk to a kid but I’ve never been terrified of a kid before so 🤷‍♀️

#max verstappen #f1 #formula 1 #sebastian vettel #fernando alonso

[broodwolf221]

fic rec list!

been seeing a lot of these today and it got me thinking about making my own :o tumblr urls added whenever possible if you happen to know an author's tumblr url that didn't get listed, pls rb this and @ them! i'm not trying to keep my recs or praise any kind of secret from them :')

keep your hands on me by LathboraViran (cullen/solas; rated E; no archive warnings apply)

author summary: Cullen is bad at card games, and Varric doesn't always play for coin. The cost of a lost game of Diamondback? Cullen has to kiss Solas. It goes both better and worse than he had expected.

my notes: i really loved this - both cullen and solas are written incredibly well. it's hot, nuanced, and feels so true to both of them and how they could come together meaningfully

With the Tide by desiredemon (jazzmckay) ( @jazzmckay ) (fenris/m!hawke; rated T; no archive warnings apply)

author summary: In the wake of their final fight for Kirkwall, Hawke and his friends escape the city together. They've been through an ordeal, the future is uncertain, and emotions are still running high--in the aftermath, the dust settles.

my notes: jazz is an extraordinary writer and they managed to get everyone's voices down so, so well. this is a compelling look at what happens after the events of da2, with all the inherent complexity intact

Power, Intrigue, Danger, and Sex by Hezjena (andruil/fen'harel/ghilan'nain; rated E; no archive warnings apply)

author summary: When Solas later recalled the evening, he liked to imagine it was the result of careful manipulation, a triumph of his skilled diplomacy and a delicious trickery where he allowed himself to be underestimated… rather than the result of too much ice wine and morbid curiosity. *** That time Solas accidentally-on-purpose has a threesome with Andruil and Ghilan’nain in Ancient Elvhenan.

my notes: okay, i am head over heels with how everyone is written here. solas' characterization is perfect, and both andruil and ghilan'nain are utterly fascinating - as individuals, in their dynamic with each other, and in the way they interact with solas in this. it's hot and messy, mind the tags, and a wonderful examination of arlathan's culture

let me wrap my teeth around the world by wizardlover ( @wizardfvcker ) (solas/varric; rated E; no archive warnings apply)

author summary: “Aren’t we friends, Solas?”

This seems to startle him enough that he turns to look at Varric. In the dimness of the tent his eyes reflect the light from the fire outside, like a wild animal.

“I would call us that, yes."

“Then won’t you share whatever burden is pressing you down with me? That’s what friends are for, you know.”

“Not this one." Varric sighs.

“Come on, Chuckles. I’ll get back out there and get the Inquisitor to spill it, but it seems like a waste when I’m already here.”

Solas is quiet for a long moment—he has shifted around again, so Varric can only see the rise and fall of his back as he breathes, carefully controlled.

“I am… compromised,” he says. Varric waits. “That damned plant, combined with an errant spell—I have… urges. And I can’t—it is—” He cuts himself off, frustrated, and isn’t that a wonder, Solas out of words? And then,

“Urges?” Varric stifles a laugh. “Do you mean—”

“You know what I mean, dwarf,” Solas hisses, and Varric realizes that his neck is red and the tips of his ears have gone pink, and that the air in the tent is warm and stuffy and a little heady, all of a sudden. He clears his throat.

my notes: i am, of course, always so thirsty for solas/varric content - the world needs more of it - but also this particular fic is delightful. i love the writing, particularly the way varric describes solas' behavior and staring - i've come back to read this multiple times because it's just... really, really good. also hot!

The Switch by playwithdinos ( @playwithdinos / @dinoswrites ) (f!lavellan/solas; rated E; creator chose not to use archive warnings)

author summary: Lavellan usually lets Solas take charge when they're alone, but she's back from slaying the Fereldan Frostback and she's not in the mood to bow to anyone.

Fill for this kink meme prompt: http://dragonage-kink.livejournal.com/13696.html?thread=53207680

my notes: love this one soooo much - lavellan is fascinating here and the way she takes charge is delightful, i particularly enjoyed how it began so much earlier than in the bedroom - and solas is written so well, love his characterization here. it's very hot and another i've definitely come back to

That Time of the Month by bluebeholder ( @wanderingnork ) (f!adaar/solas; rated E; no archive warnings apply)

author summary: Kubide gets her period. Solas offers a suggestion for how they might have some fun.

They're going to have to burn the sheets when they're done.

my notes: love this one so much - every line is just rife with characterization and depth, absolutely love the way kubide conducts herself and her reactions throughout, the physical descriptions are wonderfully done, and overall it's super hot and makes their feelings for each other incredibly clear.

In the Blue Morning by rosieofcorona ( @rosieofcorona ) (f!lavellan/solas; rated G; author chose not to use archive warnings)

author summary: He wants to stay like this forever, wants the sun to forget to rise, wants the castle to sleep and sleep in an endless dream.

But the light keeps coming, every moment. The castle will wake, and they will see.

And this will cost them, in the end.

my notes: this was such a delight when i first read it, and still such a delight when i just reread it now ;o; the way everything is described is really beautiful, and the balance between them, the juicy foreshadowing, everything, it's so good. a soft moment that acknowledges what is to come

Master and Apprentice by ar_lath_vhenan ( @arlathvhenan ) (f!lavellan/solas; rated T; no archive warnings apply)

author summary: He was playing with her then, just as she had played with him only moments ago. He’d seen through her thinly veiled flirtations—her shameless assault on his composure—and finally settled on a counter offensive now that he possessed the upper hand. The tricky bastard. — In which Solas teaches Lavellan to paint

my notes: i really, really enjoy this fic - the intimacy alongside the uncertainty is wonderfully complex, and the descriptive language for how they manuever around/with each other has never failed to impress me. love this lavellan too <3

#fic recs #dragon age fic recs #i have more i could add but this post is already quite long lmao #might do this again tho! it was nice revisiting fic i rly enjoyed :')

[hyuckbeam]

teddy bears and giggles

the time a teddy bear made you late for your next class.

pairing | renjun x reader

genre | pretty much only squishy fluff

warnings | none

wc | 0.3k words

note | renjun’s pictures with the teddy bear are still stuck in my mind so tadaa :D rbs and likes are heavily appreciated !!

“i wanted to gift you this.” you manage to mumble out quietly, so silently in fact that you hope crush!renjun at least heard what you said. slowly, you hand him a small, tan colored, teddy bear wearing a plain shirt fitted to its size.

truthfully, renjun was a little skeptical after you called him to follow you during lunch break period. you didn’t call him out for anything until today however, after seeing your true intentions, his features softened up, touched by the simple thought that must’ve taken you plenty of courage to act on.

“thank you it’s really cute-” he gets interrupted midway through his words while receiving your gift after hearing the loud ringing of your school’s bell — signaling next period classes were about to begin.

“oh, don’t you have a class this period?” renjun recalls, a soft chuckle escaping him and making you feel butterflies despite you being late to class any second now. how did he even remember you had class at this time?

“ah, right! goodness, i should get going then huh…” you utter out with a sheepish smile, a blush appearing on the apples of your cheeks.

“yeah probably… but, what do you think about grabbing coffee after?” he replies, taking a few steps forward to ruffle up your hair a little with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen him put out on display.

unable to hide your smile, you simply nod your head to his preposition in agreement. “okay! then, i’ll see you after class?”

“you bet. now go or you’ll be late!” he reminds you one final time before patting your shoulder and urging you to run (re: carefully speed walk) to your class.

“okay, okay! i’m going! you better wait for me, renjun!” you giggle out, excited for your plans later, as you make your way to your class.

now you wish time would go faster so your classes would end as soon as possible.

tags !!

#—hyuckbeam #nct fluff #renjun #renjun fluff #nct #nct aus #fluff #nct dream fluff #nct dream #nct x reader #nct dream drabbles

[sagesolsticewrites]

Take A Break | Austin!Elvis x reader

Request from anonymous: I know you’re probably super busy, but if you can, I would love to see a little snippet of the reader taking care of AB!Elvis. It could take place early in his career when he was constantly driving all the time to cities and small towns. Like maybe he’s sick or something, and the reader is like, “You HAVE to take a break!” Maybe have her tag team Elvis with his momma. Again, just a little idea. 🥰 Thanks for reading!

Elvis gets sick after all the traveling to his shows, and it’s up to you and his mama to help him get better 🤍

a/n: Wanted to get this request out while I work on some other projects! This was such a cute one to write, thank you so much for the request darling!!

Word count: 855 (a little shorter than usual, sorry y’all!)

Warnings: a couple swear words, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

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Let’s get one thing straight: You were incredibly proud of your boyfriend, of course you were. His career was taking off just like he’d always wanted and you couldn’t be happier. He was doing shows at an almost concerning frequency, though. Elvis had just gotten back from a show out in Bowling Green, yet not two days later he was already packed and ready to leave for another show in Knoxville.

You pulled up to Graceland, ready to send him off and wish him well like you always did. He claimed that you were his good luck charm, joking that if you didn’t come to see him off then the show would undoubtedly be a failure.

You knocked on the front door, and his mother opened it, a slightly worried look on her face. Your smile fades as you take in her countenance.

“Hi, Mrs. Presley, is everything alright?”

“Hi, darlin’,” she says, stepping aside to let you in, “I’m glad you’re here, maybe you can talk some sense into him.” She leads you up to Elvis’s room as she explains, “He’s sick, yet he’s insistin’ on going to his show tonight! Poor boy doesn’t wanna disappoint the fans, but he’ll work himself to death at this rate.”

You sigh in understanding, “I’ve told him he needs to slow down and take breaks, but he loves performing so much… I’ll try to talk to him, see if I can do anything to help.”

She squeezes your hand, “Thank you, Y/N. I’ve got a couple things I wanna say to him right now, don’t mind me, alright?”

She opens his door to reveal your boyfriend bustling around his room, his guitar case and an open suitcase with clothes neatly folded inside sitting on his bed. He looks pale, you note worriedly, and your worry heightens as he turns and greets you.

“Y/N! Hey baby, thanks for comin’,” he grins, his voice scratchy, and as he comes over to hug you you notice he’s much warmer than usual.

“Elvis, what are you doing, you’re sick!” you frown, “You can’t be going off to do a show like this!”

“What? No I’m fine, baby,” he tries to assure you “I told Mama already, it’s just a little cold, it’ll be gone by the time I get there.”

“Elvis, I already told you I’m not gonna let you go off to a show in this state!” Gladys cries, moving his guitar case and suitcase off the bed, “You need to rest. You’ll reschedule your show, find another date.”

“Wha— Mama, I’m fine!” Elvis protests as she leads him over to lay down. “Y/N, please tell her I’m fine, this ain’t a big deal.” He turns to you beseechingly.

“I’m sorry, honey, I’m with your mama on this one,” you say, “You can’t do a show like this. You’re doin’ too much, you need a break.” You plead as you sit down on the edge of the bed and smooth his hair back from where it’s sticking to his forehead.

He looks like he wants to protest again, but looking between you and Gladys, he relents. “Alright,” he sighs, “I’ll ask the Colonel if he can figure out a way to reschedule.”

You step away as he reaches for the phone and begins explaining the situation to the Colonel. His manager clearly isn’t happy, but Elvis makes it clear that he won’t be able to make it to the show and eventually the Colonel agrees to figure out a different date.

The next few days are devoted to nursing Elvis back to health, forcing him to stay in bed despite his pleas to get up “just for a little bit.” You know the urge to get up and do something must be driving him crazy, but both you and Gladys are adamant that he has to wait until his fever’s gone.

The day finally comes where his fever breaks and his voice is back to its normal huskiness, and he practically leaps out of bed.

“Elvis, take it easy!” you urge as he races downstairs to the porch, you racing after him.

He stops in the foyer and turns to you, foot tapping, arm wiggling, the urge to simply move clear in every fiber of his being. His eyes soften, however, at the concern in your voice and he envelops you in a hug.

“Thank you for takin’ such good care of me, darlin’.”

“Always, baby.” You sigh, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing tight, “I just… you work so hard, and I’m worried that one day you’re gonna push too far.” You lean back to look into his clear blue eyes, moving to cup his cheek. “Promise me you’ll slow down, please? I don’t care what the Colonel says, you need breaks, you need to take care of yourself.”

“I promise, sweetheart,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “You don’t need to go worryin’ about me.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” you laugh as he leads you out to the porch, the two of you basking in the Tennessee sunlight.

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[bethanythebogwitch]

I like Pokémon and as my post history can tell you, I like fish. So why not combine the two and talk about fish Pokémon? I’m going to go over the real life inspirations for every fish Pokémon, discussing their biology and cool facts about the real inspirations. I’ll do this in parts so it doesn’t get too long. Today let’s do generation I and II.

The first fish we get in national dex order is the Horsea line and these aren’t too hard to figure out. They’re seahorses, some of the weirdest fish out there. Seriously, real seahorses are way weirder than Pokémon. We’re talking about fish that can barely swim, have prehensile tails, mate for life, the males get pregnant, and they have no stomachs but have the highest hunting success rate of all fish. Horsea has nothing on that. Horsea can also shoot water and ink from its mouth. This seems to be a reference to squid ink and water guns, though Horsea’s RB dex entry says they use precision shots to shoot down flying bugs. This was likely inspired by the archerfish, which does exactly that. This won’t be the only time that archerfish come up in this series. Their category as the dragon pokemon and Kingdra’s dragon typing references the Japanese word for seahorse, tatsu-no-otoshigo, which means “dragon’s child” based off of a myth that a seahorse who lives long enough will become a dragon. Kingdra also seems to have some weedy sea dragon influence, but there’s a better example of a Pokémon based on that much later in the series.

(image description, a seahorse)

So many recurring archetypes in the series can be traced back to gen I. Archetypes like the early game bird, the early game bug, the early game rodent, the mushroom, the three-stage rock, and more came from RBY. Another, probably less intentional archetype is the incredibly forgettable fish. Meet Goldeen and Seaking. They’re based on goldfish and koi and the only thing that makes them stand out from real fish is the horns. There are a truly absurd number of goldfish breeds but the one that looks closest to Goldeen is the tosakin, which has a curly tail like Goldeen and is popular in Japan while Seaking looks most like an azuma nishiki.

(image description: a tosakin Goldfish)

Since goldfish and koi are both members of the carp family, I wonder if there’s a close ancentral relationship to Magikarp. They are also said to swim upriver to spawn and Seaking gets redder during mating season, which seems to be a clear reference to salmon. In addition, male Seaking uses its horn to make a hole in a rock for the female to lay her eggs in. many male fish will make nests or other structures to woo females and provide a a safe spot to lay eggs. The horn is interesting. At first I thought I was just there to make them look less like normal fish, but there might be more to it than that. There are fish with horns, the cowfish, but they look nothing like these two (and barely look like fish for that matter) so I don’t think that was an inspiration. The unicornfish has a horn-like protrusion on its head that could have been an inspiration. I also found refences to Hinduism with Matsya, an avatar of Vishnu that looked like a horned fish in some depictions which could also be a reference in the line’s design (sidenote, a India-based region would be really cool).

(mage description: an artistic depiction of Matsya as a horned fish)

These fish are found in a ton of regions despite not being all that interesting. In real life goldfish have become invasive or introduced species in many areas due to irresponsible pet owners releasing them into the wild. As these two are sometimes kept as pets, I wonder if their wide distribution in the Pokémon world is due to the same thing. Also, why is fresh water fish named Seaking?

Next we move on to the mon, the myth, the legend: Magikarp. I’m only going over Magikarp as I see Gyarados as a sea serpent/eastern dragon rather than a fish. Magikarp is, as you might guess, an Asian carp, though it also seems to have some koi features.

(image description: a common carp)

The common carp is somewhat golden in color, which could explain Magikarp’s shiny color, and mirror carp and koi have been specially bred for appearance, which might be why Magikarp is red. Magikarp is famous for its splashing and jumping, something Asian carp are also known for. Silver carp in particular can jump clear out of the water, which makes them a hazard for boaters.

(gif description: a silver carp jumping out of the water and hitting a boater in the head)

Most pokedex entries focus on the splashing and how weak Magikarp is, but some go on to say their survival in the Pokémon world is due to them being able to live in very poor water quality and reproducing like crazy. This is very true of real Asian carp, who can thrive in terrible conditions and produce millions of eggs per spawning. This has contributed to them becoming invasive species in many parts of the world. Considering Magikarp can be found in every region, the same is probably true of the Pokemon world. Magikarp evolving into the draconic Gyarados is a reference to the legend of the dragon bridge: a waterfall that, if a carp jumped over it, would turn the carp into a dragon.

Chinchou and Lanturn are weird little fish. The glowing lures and their described deep-sea habitat make them deep-sea anglerfish, specifically football fish, but they also look very different than their inspirations.

(image description, a footballfish that washed up on the shore)

Some deep-sea anglerfish have multiple glowing lures like these two, but I couldn’t find any with Chinchou’s orientation. I think Chinchou may be a reference to alien bug-eyed monsters, with its body looking like the head and the antennae you sometimes see on said BEMs. Chinchou being able to walk on its fins may be a reference to shallow water anglerfish, who are often bottom dwellers who have modified their pectoral and/or pelvic fins into legs.

(Image description, a frogfish. note the fins that have been modified for use as legs)

Chinchou’s name is the giveaway to it identity. It seems to come from chōchin (lantern) and the related chōchin-ankō (deep-sea anglerfish). Lanturn looks more like a fish, but it still doesn’t look much like an anglerfish as it’s cute and they’re usually ugly as hell. A lot of people say it has dolphin influence. I don’t really get dolphin from its design, but if it is a dolphin, it may draw from the Greek god Apollo, who was associated with light and whose sacred animal was a dolphin. Chinchou having fin legs but Lanturn lacking them seems to indicate that as they mature, they go from bottom-dwellers to free-swimming fish. Since real anglerfish use symbiotic, bioluminescent bacteria in their lures, the Chinchou line may be one of the few cases of a mutualistic relationship in Pokemon and maybe the only one with a non-Pokémon lifeform that isn’t a plant. Interestingly, Slowbro, Slowking, Remoraid, Mantine, Tatsugiri, and Dondozo also have mutualistic relationships and they’re all water type. That’s a weird coincidence. 

Qwilfish is certainly an underdog (underfish?) story. From being a completely forgettable single-stager for multiple generations until a regional form and evolution pulled it from obscurity. Both it and its Hisuan form are pufferfish or porcupinefish. Both are closely related and have the ability to gulp in water or air (though gulping air is bad for them) to inflate their spiny bodies as a defense.

(image description: an inflated porcupinefish)

Unlike their counterparts, Qwilfish is always inflated, but can grow even bigger where in the real fish, inflation is stressful and only done when in danger. The line’s poison typing comes from real pufferfish having some incredibly potent poison. It’s called tetradotoxin and it’s an extremely dangerous neurotoxin. Fugu fish famously has to be prepared by a well-trained chef who knows what parts to cut away to avoid poisoning whoever eats it. Pnlike real puffers, Qwilfish can inject the poison into others through its spines, making it venomous as opposed to the real ones, who are poisonous. Overqwil also seems to have some sea urchin elements with how huge its spines are. Some urchins are also venomous and can inject poison through their quills. Finally, the whole line seems to be based off of naval mines what with their roundness and ability to explode.

Remoraid is a fish of many talents and has a lot of origins. First things first, it’s a pistol. This is more easily seen in its unused older design, but you can still see it. This is also why it evolves into an octopus. Octillery is an artillery cannon. Also the animals they’re based on both use suction and squirt water. Remoraid also has major inspiration from the archerfish (remember them?) in that it is a master at spitting water with precision and the pokedex says it can shoot targets out of the air just like an archerfish.

(imager description: a spitting archerfish)

The archerfish inspiration and pistol design are why it learns so many shooting moves. Finally, Remoraid is a remora,  even though they really look nothing alike. Like the remora, it has a modified dorsal fin shaped like a suction cup that it uses to suction onto larger animals. Both remoras and Remoraid will get carried along by the larger animal and will eat scraps of the larger animal’s meal. The remora benefits by getting a free ride, water over the gills, and food while the larger animal may also get some benefits from the remora eating ectoparasites and dead skin. A remora attaching to an animal would either be a commensal (one party benefits, the other receives neither benefit nor harm) or mutualistic relationship. In Pokémon, the only animal we see Remoraid attaching to is Mantine and they have an explicitly mutualistic relationship as Remoraid fights alongside Mantine and its presence allows Mantyke to evolve. Speaking of which…

image description: a mana ray with two remoras attached to it

Mantyke and Mantine are stingrays, specifically manta rays, one of my favorite animals. They truly are gentle giants and these Pokémon are too, being primarily special walls. Like mantas, Mantyke and Mantine are intelligent, social, and playful creatures. Mantas are one of if not the smartest fish, smart enough to pass the mirror test by recognizing their own reflections. There is a correlation between animal intelligence and playfulness. The smarter an animal is, the more likely it is to play for fun rather than for hunting practice and other purposes. This can be seen in primates, corvids, canines, and yes, rays. Those antennae on Mantyke and Mantine are based on the cephalic flaps of the manta, modified fins that help direct plankton into its mouth. Of course these two have the flying type and unlike Gyarados, there’s a good reason for it. Mantas are part of the genus Mobula and all 9 species of the genus are known to leap out of the water before splashing back down.

(image description: a Mobula ray jumping)

Nobody really knows why they do this, but there could be several reasons: cleaning parasites, herding prey, finding lost members of the school, or maybe just for fun. Mantine’s flying abilities are highly exaggerated and it also has some airplane design features, with the Remoraid on its wing looking like a plane engine or wing-mounted gun. As mentioned above, Remoraid and the Mantyke line have a mutualistic relationship. Not really relevant but still a fun fact: mantas give live birth and the babies come out folded up like burritos.

That’s it for part one. Come back next time for generations III and IV

#fish #fishblr #biology #pokemon #pokemon biology

[oswlld]

oswlld's monthly wrap up: march

note: i am trying something a bit different this year, so bear with me as i figure out how i want to format this. i wanted to spend more time sharing what i consume, beyond what i rb, and put my thoughts in one place. these posts are okay to rb

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When We Cease to Understand the World, Benjamín Labatut [started 02/24, finished 03/14] What an outstanding example of blurring the lines between fiction and reality. I am content in never knowing what’s real and imaginary in the lives of these people. May we never forget that for every new idea challenged, there is a real person with real emotions and motivations behind it. 4.25⭐️ in storygraph. — No Stopping Us Now: A History of Older Women in America, Gail Collins [started 03/03, finished 03/30] This book makes some strong points, but comes off weak in its execution. By having it be told decade by decade, it becomes hard to follow along when so many names and events are being tossed around. Without a firm thread tying all the themes together, the achievements ended up feeling lackluster when it should leave you feeling a sense of pride and hopefulness. 3.25⭐️ in storygraph (I rounded up, but it feels more like a 3.15)

23.5 Degrees, GMMTV [started: 03/08, ongoing] What a breath of fresh air!! With my busy schedule, I managed to catch the first two eps and I’ve loved every minute of it. It doesn’t take itself too seriously, while still keeping a tight grip on its sense of identity. The series soaks up every aspect of its space theme like a sponge. Content specifically made for me, tysm! As much as I have tried refraining from consuming more high school settings, I couldn’t help but be enamored by what I have seen so far. I have paused this series for now, but hopefully I’ll be caught up before the end of April. I should be able to watch it live on Fridays in May. Until then, I will miss them dearly! — Always a Witch, Netflix [started 03/28, in progress] At this time, I have only seen episodes 1-5. So far, it’s a very straight-forward series. I am restraining myself from calling it predictable, because there are one or two things that really turns some tropes/themes on its head. But all-in-all, I am still waiting for this show to grab me. For a show that checks all the boxes that really makes a core jessi show, a series with time travel, magical realism, and found family, it has yet to completely sweep me away. Time really got away from me this month, but I will finish this series sometime in the next two weeks. We shall see if the latter half gets better.

Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour (Taylor’s Version) [watched 03/15 thru 03/18] I have seen this live and did see the original film in theaters last year, so this experience was more of a rewatch. This time around, my parents wanted to watch some of it with me so we made a whole evening of it on 3/15 so that was really neat. I will be traveling a lot in April and will be taking an audio copy of this to keep me entertained. — Oscar Nomination Season [started 02/17, ended 03/24] All of my initial reactions of what I managed to cover this Oscar season is in this post. Some of the strongest categories I have had the pleasure of covering this year were the Best Documentary (feature), Best Production Design, Best Live Action Short, Best Documentary (short), and Best Animated Film. I have several more films to tackle later this year, but my overall impression this Oscar season was just alright. One or two films have hit an extremely high note for me, but no worst of the worst.

BEYONCÉ, Beyoncé [relistening] During the pandemic, I really got into waching YT reaction channels reacting to full albums. One of my favorites is HTHaze and he is only beginning his listening journey through Beyoncé’s discography (yes, for the first time!) His reaction to Beyoncé’s self-titled made me want to relisten to it in full for the first time in years. I tend to only revisit a few songs through the years, but I do love going back to albums after time has past to recontextualize everything all over again. I’ve had my longtime faves from my 20’s but in my mid-30’s, the songs that hit harder now are: Pretty Hurts, Haunted, and Jealous. — Bewitched, Laufey [first time listening] The same YT channel got me to listen to this album. I am guilty in having my first listen be through his video first before diving into her album properly. With that said, the brain rot went FULL ROT. I love LOVE her compositions. Having learned from her Tiny Desk that getting a grand piano influenced the way she wrote her songs makes the whole conception so much grander. Her voice is soooo, it’s SOOOOO !!!!!!! I read a comment somewhere that her dream is to rejuvenate jazz the same way Taylor Swift did with country for a younger generation and that really spoke to me. I truly believe she is heading in the right direction in achieving that. My favorite run of songs goes from: Haunted, Must Be Love, While You Were Sleeping, Lovesick, California and Me, Nocturne (Interlude), and Promise. Those seven songs in that succession is so GOOD, ahH! — Once the Musical [relistening] Every spring, I fall into a Once spiral and it just gets deeper and deeper. This time though, I only tackled the core faves on YT rather than committing to the full audio (w/ Arthur Darvill and Joanna Christie). Although Arthur Darvill’s Leave will forever solidify his Guy as my Guy, Declan Bennett is The Guy of Guys for me. My mandatory relistening experience always goes: Arthur’s Leave, Arthur’s Say It To Me Now, Declan’s Say It To Me Now, Declan’s When Your Mind’s Made Up, Zrinka's If You Want Me, Once’s Spotify Jam Session. And it would all be on a loop lol. — Cowboy Carter, Beyoncé [first time listening] This is still fresh in my mind, having only listened to it in its entirety once through. My first impression is that it’s one of her most cohesive albums to date. Having had the first taste of what she would eventually achieve all the way back with Lemonade and The Gift, Cowboy Carter feels like a natural progression in her discography. I don’t have a top songs list to provide at this time, as I would need more time with the album. Fav songs come with time. Although, I did listen to 16 CARRIAGES when it was released several weeks ago and I knew then it would be a spectacular album. What a phenomenal single to lead a phenomenal homecoming.

Where’d You Go Bernadette, written by Maria Semple and narrated by Kathleen Wilhoite [started 03/22, finished 03/29] I… I didn’t like this. And that’s alright. Even if I didn’t like the premise or the characters, I did enjoy the format of the narrative and the narrator (especially her singing!!). But in the end, this was just not meant for me.

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As it is still March when I am writing this, I wanted to endcap Women’s Month with a special shoutout to two women in my life that have been working with me to improve my overall well-being: Wendy (personal trainer) and Sofia (life coach). I am in a better headspace because of the work and trust they have in me to build a life I want. I cannot wait to see what I am capable of this time next year.

#oswlld 2024 wrap up #mine: edits #oscars 2024 #23.5 degrees #always a witch #laufey #beyoncé #cowboy carter #once the musical #where'd you go bernadette #will be returning each month when i post these #see you again soon :(

[nothums-from-tj]

What is your hc on boomercup? for me, I think they bonded over the fact that they are the odd ones out of their siblings. Brick and Butch are always together doing things Blossom and Bubbles doing things together, and Buttercup and Boomer are just left out, not that they want to do the things their siblings are doing I also hc that boomer moved out like when he was 15-16 so that just adds to how estranged his relationship with his brothers is whilst buttercup is going out all the time with her friends just so she doesn't have to see how close her sisters are and how estranged she is and I also hc that they both were the last to get together so their siblings mostly blossom and bubbles set up double dates just so they make buttercup and boomer be together

I’m literally so excited someone asked me abt them I’m like in tears. This is a super long post just to give you a heads up

Just rq I feel like with how oblivious the two are they’d be like “why are we literally being dragged on a date” and then ditch their siblings to hang out with each other, said siblings laughing at them when they finally get together like “that’s literally WHY WE INVITED YOU BOTH WE BASICALLY FORCED YOU ON A DATE WITH EACH OTHER” “oh”

Ok so a one-shot I actually had in mind basically touches upon exactly that also loosely inspired by “Pity Party” by Melanie Martinez (full idea beneath the cut), although my main work right now—the fic I have going (you can find it under the tbmg tag I have on this post and my pinned) is Boomer being impulsive to try to impress some girl in a class they all share by trying to be “good” and so asking for help, and given it’s the most-behaved Ruff and the least-behaved Puff and somewhere along the line they’re still classified as a villain and a hero respectively despite not being too different fundamentally and it’s mostly a character study in that aspect while still building their friendship before getting them together. I like to think that as crime lessens in the future the Ruffs mostly stop having contact with Mojo and low contact with HIM providing they’re mainly just tools to them unlike the Puffs to Professor, who he sees as his children and created them specifically to have children in his life. Boomer, in Buttercup’s opinion, is the most annoying since he’s as much of an instigator as she is. For the most part they lose contact with the other groups save for Boomer and sometimes Brick just trying to have a bit of fun by getting on their nerves and eventually only really focus on Buttercup since she’s the only one to still give them a reaction

That, and it’s nice to have someone that can actually match each other’s strength—they mostly get into fights when having a rough day, when they need to either beat the shit out of someone until they feel better or it means violence is still some kind of physical contact that says there’s some kind of care in it, good or bad

This is sort of what I’m alluding to at the start of said fic that I’ll try to delve into further into the next chapter or the one following. During the next chapter is when I have them actually chatting and getting to actually know one another aside from any insecurities to jab at to initiate a fight

I have another hc I’ll put in a rb here at a later date bc it deals with some heavier topics (EDIT: some are featured here)

Alright one-shot idea:

It’s the girls’ 15th birthday, a Saturday, and Buttercup has always been the first to pick on her sisters right and it seems that’s the only way she really knows how to make connections which is a little bit what @milksteaki touched upon in her (edited to use proper pronouns) hcs as far as how she “flirts” with Boomer (not quite the same, it’s close enough), and I doubt her sisters would ever fully understand that

Especially as they get older I have a feeling Blossom and Butters would argue a bit more given they’re probably the two who bear the most insecurities and they’re so alike in sometimes getting on what really makes people tick. Anyway they probably had one the night before bc Buttercup is sometimes just so intense they don’t really know how to take it the way her sisters do and it literally scares their friends, especially when BC’s friend group are boys who roughhouse or are able to match her competitive nature and they mention this to her sisters in private who then try to relay the message to Buttercup or they try to encourage their friends to tell her straight up bc she really doesn’t mean any harm. Either way, Buttercup either didn’t invite her friends for those reasons or was told to invite someone else and she doesn’t have anybody else, that or everyone was busy/had games/whatever else. Blossom asks Buttercup not to “scare the guests” and she, in a bout of teenage angst, takes it as “don’t show up”

After that she’s left alone in the room and her immediate thought is to contact Boomer to play basketball at a park or something—just the two of them, since all he was really doing was either trying to ignore Brick and Butch fight or, providing you’re the second person I’ve known of to hc Boomer moving out as a teenager, he’s doing absolutely nothing and is more than happy to hang out with someone

They chat during the game and sometimes after shots—not like it’s a real game anyway—and Buttercup mentions that she’s been “kicked out for the day” or that she fought with Blossom again, really anything to keep from sharing too many details and it works as Boomer continues to say that he’s so glad to not really be around his brothers like that anymore. While Boomer is never the one really involved with Brick and Butch’s spats, he feels left out and like no one pays attention to him in kind of the opposite of how Bubbles feels

It’s late afternoon when Blossom finds her after realizing Buttercup isn’t in the room sulking or looking for privacy but straight up left, and only then did she realize Buttercup probably had no intention of showing up and felt horrible—they’re a tight-knit group, even with the arguing they both miss their sister terribly and their birthday is never too fun without the third

Another argument starts out since Blossom’s concerned and Buttercup’s pissed and they eventually forget Boomer’s there for a minute—at least Buttercup, until:

“You said you didn’t want me there!”

“I never said that! All I wanted was for the guests to have a good time!”

“Forget them, Blossom—it’s our birthday! I should be able to enjoy the day, too!”

Boomer’s heart sinks as he’s looking between the two as they argue and his voice is softer than he ever expects: “It’s your birthday today?”

Her heart stops when she remembers about his presence and how she was actively avoiding that detail and she can’t even think about a response, Blossom’s as silent as she is, and he just looks hurt that he was never told and about everything that’s already been said, “Why didn’t you tell me it’s your birthday?”

“It’s no big deal, Boomer. If I cared enough, I would’ve said something.”

“I care. The least I could’ve done is, I don’t know, made you dinner or something.”

They discuss to talk about it later since the most important thing is that Blossom wants her there for cake and they’ve refused to even light the candles without her there. They make up, there’s probably some tears, and Boomer is then invited to every party (he also probably makes a little friendship bracelet or a favorite snack as a gift that he brings to her in the midst of the night)

#tbmg #tj shares #tj writes #kinda #💥🌼 #boomercup #asks #buttercup x boomer #boomer x buttercup #long post #headcanons #ship headcanons

[callmewrinkles3]

Does Christian call Zak Brown out in the press conference during Australia like he did IRL?

He goes one step further.

Idk how much of this we’ll write so I’ll give you a little behind the scenes of this point in their lives. They’re wedding planning, they’re getting ready for everything. Em’s doing better than she was but being in the paddock is a tough time for her. She also doesn’t trust Christian or anyone in Red Bull. She doesn’t trust any team principals in a professional capacity anyway, but she was there for 2018 and helped Dan decide to leave RB so she’s very wary. And then Christian comes out with.

“I don’t know what you did to him or his family. I mean his fiancée’s a lovely woman who runs a tight ship and makes sure he knows what’s going on on busy weekends like this. They’re both assets to have and we can see Daniel getting back in a car for tyre testing sooner rather than later.”

She’s never going to trust anyone involved in formula one when it comes to professional stuff. McLaren scarred her on multiple levels with that. But she goes from barely tolerating to at least believing that Christian has her and Dan’s best interests at heart.

And when Lulu comes along he makes sure there’s a Red Bull branded high chair in hospitality at every race just for Em and Lulu so yknow he is trying.

#katie tag

[doomedlvr]

thoughts on any oh hellos songs applying to pmmm?

Many. Many many thoughts

MOST IMPORTANTLY. LIKE THE DAWN. MADOKA AND HOMURA.

I always thought of “sleeping in the garden” being about how they met, for Homura “sleeping” is when the Witch was controlling her and Madoka saved her life. Madoka changed her world then, and became her “light in the darkness”. Something to hold on to.

It works the other way too. Madoka seeing Homura as a magical girl for the first time (not including the dream sequence) when Gertrude, The Rose Garden witch, attacks. Homura tries lead Madoka to a better life, away from all the darkness being a magical girl had to offer. Her name literally means flame and she tries to be Madoka’s dawn in the darkness.

More on Madoka literally being Homura’s light, her sun, the thing to give her world meaning. She changed everything.

Homura being willing to sacrifice her life and literally the whole world to be with Madoka. Madoka becoming a god to save everyone thanks to Homura’s power. I’m so normal about this

The fact that it’s a song about the first humans created, with Adams lines being sung by a woman, with all the religious imagery and god/devil stuff and the fact that Homura and Madoka are constantly creating versions of each other and changing each other and AHHHHH. I would go on but I’m pretty sure most of this is incoherent as it is.

I’ll rb with more songs and comparisons later when i have time cause this combination is brainworms

#so normal and sane tonight #pmmm #madohomu #the oh hellos

[flutteringfable]

new vs old kento design

if i can dig up the original drawing of this guy i’ll rb this with it, but i’m too eepy to go digging through old sketchbooks, so you get a couple-of-months-old heroforge version of him to compare to the new design 😭 his original design was pretty boring, tbh.

i used to just draw him in a white hoodie and jeans and that was it. idk what the deal was, he had no defining features unless he was using his quirk and had his ears and tails showing jcjskdnfjsnd. also not a huge fan of the old hair, when drawn in my style it’s really similar to kiyoshi’s and also it was kinda lame of me to not try anything new for the style (it really shows in the og drawing, you’ll get to see it once i find it lmao).

but anyway, blurb time!!! i think kento has the most interesting story out of all my bnha ocs, and i’m glad i get to fix it up a little and give him a slightly better life and just a better written backstory in general ^^

kento was originally quirkless; he gained his quirk after he was lured into a facility that was testing quirks and how they affect humans, and was given the quirk artificially. he was neglected and used only for testing his limits for almost a year.

his quirk is VERRRY unstable at first. he doesn’t get much actual training with it until he’s brought to UA, so whenever he transforms it hurts him a lot, and his emotions heavily affect his quirk.

he’s rescued by a group of pro heroes when the league breaks in to steal subjects to use as nomus. the police help find his mother again, and he gets to return home.

for weeks, kento thinks about the lab and the people still trapped there. he wants to help them, he doesn’t want anyone else to go through what he did. he’s never considered being a hero, but the thought of being able to help people still stuck in the experiments makes the career incredibly appealing. he takes another couple of months or so to study up and ease his mind before he talks to his mom about it.

of course, she’s skeptical. it’s understandable; kento had disappeared for so long, and she didn’t want to lose him again. but kento explains his motivations, and they eventually come to an agreement. the UA entrance exam is coming up, and kento needs to practice using his quirk so he has some chance of passing the practical portion (now that i’m writing this, this part is really similar to izuku’s story ncjskfjksf)

i kinda wanna skip to stuff abt him and his bfs, so i’m gonna keep this short. obvs he just barely makes it in, and ends up in class 1-A.

aside from izuku, kirishima is one of the first friends he makes. they like to talk about training together, and later on in the year, they train together in their free time. kento usually brings snacks to share afterwards, and it isn’t long before kiri’s moms and kento’s mom are well acquainted from them constantly visiting each other for training and just to hang out.

kento and bakugou’s start, however, is pretty rocky, mostly because of bakugou’s attitude during the first semester. the only reason they hang out at first is because of kirishima. as time goes on, however, they slowly realize they have a lot in common, and come to an understanding. the thing that really brings them close, however, is bakugou’s headphones breaking. kento offers to share, and baku reluctantly agrees, and realizes he and kento have pretty similar music taste! obvs he’s not gonna soften up massively about this, but he finds that he likes kento a lot more than he initially thought.

for a year, all three of them are basically attached at the hip. one is barely ever seen without the others, and they spend a lot of time outside of class together.

kirishima confesses first, during the training camp arc after they rescue bakugou. kento managed to slip through the portal and follow the league while staying invisible with his quirk, so both he and bakugou disappeared for quite some time. kiri was so worried about losing them again, he confessed as soon as they were all safe. cue kento’s and bakugou’s, followed by a group hug and a few awkward but earnest first kisses.

nowadays, they’re closer than ever, and have gotten in trouble a lot more often for falling asleep in each other’s dorms (and occasionally the common room) after long study sessions.

#fable doodles 💫 #fable writes 💫 #double whammy!!! two categories in one >:3 #i got eepy towards the end so it might be a little silly but hopefully it’s alright #just imagining my other ocs like “gee kento! how come fable lets you have two boyfriends?” #its very silly lmao #kento sasaki #kento and bakugou and kirishima #their tags r gonna be so long but it’ll be okay #kento x bakugou x kirishima #bnha oc x canon #bnha oc

[pressradio]

I’m excited because I like to watch racing in f1.

I’m confident for Charles but also I remember what Ferrari is, and they can turn around quickly. I really hope Charles has a great deal and Ferrari a great plan. But I don’t see him wasting his prime years just for a red car. Even if he loves the team. He is there to win for himself and not just the team. He was able to make Seb look not so good, he is a top driver.

I think they took a long time to sign CL because CL had leverage there. And maybe LH also waited for CL to sign, as a hint that the faith in the team was restored. We know CL almost left in 2022, and that’s why Ferrari let go of Binotto and many « big » names (for Ferrari). The changes were done quietly but just the way the press was hearing nothing from Ferrari in 2023, the way they played with the contracts négociations and let Carlos speak in the press to finally sign LH. They are cooking. And I truly think CL is part of it. Of course he has to peform. But the rumor of is contract being 2+2 says a lot about his leverage also. Ferrari not that long ago could have make him sign a much tighter deal. And we know big teams tried to get him. I’m sure Toto thought about him to replace LH (before all this, Lewis didn’t have a long term contract also for a reason). rb tried several times. All teams want him. Same for Lewis.

Twitter might sometimes say he is not that great. Some « journalists » might write a piece on how Carlos is better (!). But the ones who matter know.

I think having L wish there with CL will put pressure on everyone to succeed. No more excuses. It can help CL too. Because previously the TP lack confidence in him, almost as if he resented him (because he was young ? Too loved by tifosi ?)

For me the hard year is this one. CL has to outdo himself, whatever the car ends up to be. Constant fight and form, no mistakes (not saying he makes a lot of them at all but he goal is zero to stop the comments), leadership etc.

Thank you for sharing!

I like racing when it’s not inside my team, they kill my nerves without racing, if there will be constant fight I won’t survive haha.

And as I said I have no doubts in Charles’ abilities to win on track. But I saw mismanagement in 2019, and I saw mismanagement that cost Ferrari any chances for championship in 2022. Yes it had been Binotto and his team that got fired later. But it happened. And all reaction was a post-reaction. Yes, Fred did a lot or great things in a year. But I’m not Charles and Ferrari as a team hasn’t got my trust back. When I witness this healthy exciting rivalry (well at least from Ferrari side, because it will never be in general healthy - British press is involved) with my own eyes, then I’m into it. Maybe I’ll even love it, who knows. I still love Sebchal and I liked Charles-Lewis relationship before.

If it is fair and square, then OK, no problem. If somehow Charles can’t win in this h2h, then it’s his problem, but I’ll believe till the end.

I hate that we need to wait the whole season before we get any confidence in what is going on. I really hate it.

#kate.answering

[waivyjellyfish]

Intro?

You can call me Waivy since I make it my nickname here. Nice to meet ya.

Artist and otaku by life, 3D-printer by specialty

Fandoms: Know a lot, not much catches.

The most basic is my OC'es(#Dokuro family). The rest depends of my involvement.

Active fandoms: MILGRAM, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail

Unactive fandoms: Im - Great priest Imhotep, Katekyo Hitman Reborn, One Piece, My Hero Akademia, Akudama Drive... e.t.c (and I always read something new)

Hobbies:

I draw, draw a lot. Especially OC'es. But now I also drew fan-art.

Sometimes write something. (but it's rare)

3D modeling and printing. (Not yet custom, but planned, maybe later I will write about it more)

My other media:

Telegram channel (all rus language, and a bit more specific art than here)

Side-blog(talks, shitpost, rb, real world and other things I don’t want to clog art blog): @waivyjellyfish-side

and

Open the ask and reqests for a while(about fandoms or my OC'es):

Firstly I warn you, I’m not sure that I can answer quickly, so you can wait for a long time before you receive an answer or reqest. (So just don’t expect instant answers.)

Don't be mean. I don't want to read mean things about anyone. Whether it’s a person or just pixels.

About shipping. I prefer to draw platonik. I'm actually okay with a lot of things, and I have ships too.(I think people free to have fun about anything they like. Not if it affects real people) But I don't want to draw things that I feel uncomfortable or just don't like, (I don’t mind listening but not drawing) so if you ask something about pairings it better to be platonic.

I’m not going to draw things with ratings here. (I actually can draw it and I draw but don't want to post it here 'cause I don’t want to piss off tumblr, I'll post it on my tg.channel, and maybe later I’ll start a page on poipiku or other similar site)

#tried to point out the important about ask #idk if I should have but let it be #maybe delete it later #uh #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[sagesolsticewrites]

Blue Moon Boy | Scotty Moore x Reader

Your boyfriend Scotty gets nervous before a show. Luckily, you're there to help him ❤️ (requested by my bestie Shawni! @austin-butlers-gf)

a/n: Happy BMB Sunday! Thank you so much for the request Shawni!!! This was so so so much fun to write, and I can't wait to write more for our beloved Scotty 🫶 I do have plenty more WIPs that I'm working on, and I hope to have those out sooner rather than later for y'all. And my requests are open if y'all want to send anything in! ☺️

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: slight description of an anxiety attack, I think that’s it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

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You absentmindedly hummed along to the jaunty country song some boy was singing on the stage, your attention more focused on the closed dressing room door next to you rather than the current performance. The people you were actually here to see — Elvis and his Blue Moon Boys: Bill and your boyfriend, Scotty — were up next, and you had promised to let them know when it was almost time. It was only their second time performing for this big a crowd, and you knew they wanted to make a good impression on the audience.

You glanced around the empty hallway, eyes lingering for a moment on the clock hanging on the wall opposite you: only ten more minutes until they were up, what was taking so long? Normally Elvis’s nerves were calmed by now, were his parents and Dixie not enough? Did you need to squeeze into the already cramped dressing room, too? Not that you would have hesitated if they needed help, but—

Your thoughts are abruptly cut off as the door next to you opens and Bill peeks out, his brown eyes filled with worry.

“Hey, Y/N? You’d better get in here.”

Your stomach sinks as you slink into the tiny dressing room — more of a closet, really — and catch sight of your boyfriend sitting near the dingy mirror. At first glance it doesn’t appear anything is wrong, but then you catch the way his fingers are rapidly tapping against the edge of his guitar, the furrow of his brow, the slightest frown on his face, and you know his nerves have gotten the better of him tonight.

You catch Bill’s eye and give him a nod. With everyone else fussing over Elvis, and Scotty being very good at hiding his nerves when he needs to, it makes sense that no one but Bill would have noticed his anxiety.

Slowly, you kneel down in front of your boyfriend, his soft blue eyes taking a moment longer than usual to focus on you. 

“Scotty? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” You say softly, reaching to squeeze his hand gently, just enough pressure to get him to focus on you instead of his nerves.

He squeezes back, signaling that he hears you, though it takes another moment before he replies in a soft, shaky voice, “‘S just… I didn’t exactly realize how big that crowd was out there.” He meets your gaze, and you can see how truly worried he is, “What if I mess up?”

“Oh, honey,” you say, trying to figure out what to say. When Scotty gets like this, reassuring him can help, but sometimes what he really needs is a distraction. 

Your mind scrambles, and you go for a mix of both: “Scotty, you know these songs like the back of your hand. And you know how I know that?”

Scotty remains quiet, waiting for you to continue, but he seems to have relaxed the tiniest bit. 

“I know that because I’ve seen it. You’ve been playing these songs for me for months, I’m pretty sure even I could play ‘em for you by now,” you tease, and your heart lifts as the corners of his mouth lift into a slight smile. “Winnie,” your voice softens as you use the pet name, one that he only tolerates from you and his mama, “You’ve got this, honey. And if you need someone to stare at, I’ll be right there in the front row. Just pretend it’s you and me, back in the kitchen, gettin’ in my way while I’m trying to make dinner.”

The last of Scotty’s anxiety falls away as he laughs, no doubt picturing the fairly common scene in your little house: him doing his best to corner you in the kitchen as he serenades you with his guitar,  while you playfully do your best to evade him and avoid burning dinner at the same time. 

He dips down to press a kiss to your joined hands, letting out a breath as his shoulders finally relax.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he mumbles. You can tell he’s grateful, but slightly embarrassed at his nerves getting the better of him. 

“Always, honey,” you whisper back with a smile, “You ready to go?”

He nods, quickly glancing in the mirror to smooth back his hair one last time.

“Good, because you’ve got—” you glance down at the small gold watch on your wrist “— about five minutes ‘til you boys have to be onstage.”

You can’t help but let out a giggle as the three of them scramble, doing last-minute once-overs of their instruments, suits, hair, and anything else they can think of. Elvis’s parents, you, and Dixie wish them all luck as they head down the hall to wait in the wings, Elvis and Bill giving you grateful nods, and Scotty dipping down to capture your lips for a good luck kiss before they disappear behind the curtain.

You settle onto one of the benches in the front row, squeezed between Dixie and some girl excitedly chattering with her friend on her other side. The room fills with polite applause as “Elvis Presley and the Blue Moon Boys” are announced, and they take their places on the stage, Elvis’s legs and fingers already wiggling with nervous energy. But your focus isn’t on him.

It’s on Scotty, whose eyes found yours the second they took the stage and, even as excited shrieks began to fill the air at Elvis’s wiggling, didn't break eye contact for the whole set. 

The sweet girls next to you might be losing their minds over Elvis, but your boy’s up there with his guitar like he was born for it, and you couldn’t be prouder.

You race into his arms the second you’re all backstage. “Scotty, honey, you were amazing!” You fling your arms around his neck, giggling as he sweeps you off your feet into a twirl, feeling the rumbling in his chest as he chuckles. You meet his eyes as he sets you gently back down, his expression as soft as you’ve ever seen it.

“I couldn't have done it without you, sweetheart.”

You blush, ready to brush off his praise like you usually do, but he continues, “No, I’m serious. You got me out on that stage tonight. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but…” He sighs, unable to find the words and instead settles for a soft, gentle, sincere, “Thank you.”

“Always, honey,” you murmur in reply, leaning up onto your tiptoes to pull him in for a kiss.

After a few moments, the two of you pull away as Bill loudly announces, “Okay, lovebirds, that’s enough!”

Elvis steps away from Dixie’s side for a moment to clap Bill on the back with a laugh, “Aw, Bill, don’t worry. Someday you’ll have a girl and then you’ll understand.”

“Sure, E,” Bill laughs dismissively, “Anyone hungry? There’s a diner next door that has pie and very pretty waitresses.” He adds, waggling his brows.After plenty of teasing, your little group is tucked into a corner booth at the diner, with milkshakes and pie for everyone. Taking in the playful chatter, Scotty and Elvis teasing Bill as he tries to flirt with a pretty blonde waitress, the sweet smells of vanilla and strawberry, and the indescribably safe feeling you have being tucked into Scotty’s side, your head resting on his shoulder, you sigh contentedly, and a single thought runs through your head: there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

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[direwombat]

❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it.❜ + Jacob & Sybil. If you’re taking prompts, of course 🖤

i rb-ed that more as a "writing promts to save for later/when i need the insp" but i am more than happy to fill a specific one pitched my way! Thank you!

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“I know you probably hate me right now,” Jacob says, settling his weight on the rocks and resigning himself to dying on the side of a mountain. “And I get it.” 

I hate me too, goes loudly unsaid. It hangs heavily in the air between them despite the howling wind. 

“Well, fuck. Christ, Jacob,” Sybille sighs. “I sure as Hell can’t say I ain’t angry.” 

After all this time, that damn song -- the one that made her heart flutter and hold him tight as he whispered those titular words into her ear -- finally served its ultimate purpose. She lost control, Jacob took the reins, and he steered her along, all according to his master plan.

Because of him, Eli’s blood is on her hands and she has to live with that. But she’ll be damned if anyone else has to die today. 

Jacob stares up at her, his hand twitching like he wants to grab at her jacket and draw her in, but he stops himself. Shamefully, he averts his eyes and presses his hands against the wound in his thigh. A number of her covering-fire bullets had managed to hit him, but the one that gashed his thigh got him good. It missed the femoral -- Thank God -- but it did cut deep. Blood oozes from his leg. “You deserve better,” is all he says. 

She rolls her eyes. Damn, right I do. You fuckin’ winged me on my way up here. 

“And who are you to tell me what I do and don’t deserve, hm?” she snaps, because fuck, she’s spent so long doing things for the sake of others, she deserves to make her own goddamn selfish choices. And she wants him. With a single step forward she closes what little distance there was between them and cradles his jaw between her hands. “Jacob, look at me. If you think that I’m gonna kill you just because you think that I ‘deserve better’ you are sorely mistaken. That ain’t how the law works. Insofar as there is a law to uphold here anyways.”

Jacob’s brows knit together, obvious puzzlement swimming in his eyes. That expression crosses into bewilderment as Sybille releases him, swings her bag around, and sinks to her knees between his legs. “What are you --” but he trails off as she pulls a first aid kit from the main pouch. The little metal box pops open and she quickly sets to work, cleaning and tending to his wounds. After a long moment of tense silence, he asks, “Why?”

She lifts her head and looks him dead in the eyes. “Wolves mate for life, cher.”

He blinks, almost dumbly, and then the realization hits him. She watches it happen and before she can do or say anything more, his large hands take her face and drag her towards him. He leans down and their lips crash together. It’s messy and wet -- tastes of blood and dirt and gunpowder -- and when they eventually part, he’s significantly more breathless than she is. Giving her cheek one last parting caress, he releases her and allows her to finish treating his injuries. Once she’s done, she packs her kit and turns to face him. “You got any Bliss oil?”

“No.”

She sighs. “Well, I guess you’re just gonna have to muscle through the pain ‘til I get you someplace safe.”

He barks a laugh. “I’ll manage.”

“If you’re sure,” she says, rising to her feet. She leans forward, bracing herself and extending her hand to him. “C’mon. Alley-oop.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, Jesus, Jacob, I can’t just summon a vehicle out of thin air. How else am I supposed to get you down?” Her fingers bend in a beckoning motion. “Get up.”

“You sure I ain’t, uh…” he gestures to his whole body.

Sybille laughs, something loud and true. “Sugar, I carried heavier in basic.” She drags him forward and, as gingerly as she can, heaves his massive body onto her shoulders. Steadying herself, she takes a deep breath. “Buckle up,” she says, and she begins trekking down the mountain. 

The hike is slow, careful, and silent. Not a word passes between them for miles, not until Jacob’s body relaxes ever so slightly. She’s not sure if he’s unconscious or caught in a semi-lucid state. Regardless of which it is, she says, “Cher, you’ve got Hell to pay. And we have a whole lot of things we need to talk about.” 

But knowing Jacob, Sybille reckons that those two things might be one and the same.

#jacob x deputy #jacob x female deputy #this kinda ran away from me #the prompt fits well enough with a version of how that mountain fight goes down #that once i started imagining it i just couldn't stop #also the more i look at this the more ooc for jacob it gets but whatever i've had this interaction in my head for a while #it was nice to put some actual words to it! #oc: deputy sybille la roux #thank you again for the prompt ahhh #anyway rip to sybille who thinks that she can fix him 😔 he does eventually succeed in making her worse #natesofrellis #wombat writes #r: define your meaning of war