#and at this point with all that pai has seen in regards to sky and his ex

[hometothecanyonmoon]

the scene in the condo when pai is begging sky to cry actually annihilated me

#FORT YOU TALENTED DUMBASS #it was so so so well done #and peat captures sky so beautifully #love in the air #i’m never gonna be over this episode i’m sorry #he’s so desperate!!!! #and sky just looks so hollow and numb #it’s actually kind of scary #and at this point with all that pai has seen in regards to sky and his ex #esp the most recent one #and judging by how many times he’s seen sky traumatised #he’s still worried out of his mind #he still doesn’t have answers #and you can see it physically hurting him that he couldn’t protect sky #he’s so worried for sky’s safety and mental well-being #like it’s causing him pain to see sky in pain #except sky is SO in pain that he’s just gone numb #flawless acting

[pucksandpower]

A Gentleman’s Guide to Courtship

Max Verstappen x reporter!Reader

Summary: Max decides to get relationship advice from a book written in 1815 and it goes about as well as you would expect. But sometimes the wrong formula still gets the right answer

“In our modern age, when so many standards of propriety have shifted, a gentleman may find himself at a loss when attempting to court a young lady. The rules of etiquette that governed such relationships in decades past offered a framework to guide conduct and ensure all was done properly.

This humble volume intends to provide today’s gentleman that same guidance, so that he may pay suit to the object of his affection in a manner befitting them both. Within these pages, the reader will find what constitutes proper introductions, suitable topics of conversation, appropriate gifts or tokens of regard, and protocols for exchanging correspondence.

While society evolves, there remain certain courtesies that bespeak good breeding. Master these, and you shall go far in winning the hand of any respectable young lady.”

- Excerpt from “A Gentleman’s Guide to Courtship” by Reginald Worthington, 1815

A gentleman must display impeccable manners, never using foul language and maintaining a calm and collected demeanor at all times.

“So Max, tell us how you’re feeling ahead of the British Grand Prix this weekend,” you ask, microphone in hand.

Max shifts in his seat, avoiding your gaze. “Uh, yeah, feeling good. The car has been quick so far this weekend in practice.”

You nod enthusiastically. As the newly appointed F1 reporter for Sky Sports, you’re eager to prove yourself in the paddock. And getting an exclusive interview with the reigning double world champion is a great start.

“You have not won at Silverstone before. Do you think you can do it for the first time on Sunday?”

“Absolutely. The team have been working hard and I think we have a good chance,” Max replies.

You glance down at your notes. “Now Max, let’s go back to last weekend in Austria. The incident with Lando on the first lap — can you walk us through what happened from your perspective?”

Max feels his face getting hot. The controversial collision is still a sore point after the race stewards penalized him. He takes a breath, pushing down his true feelings.

“Well, it was racing incident,” he says slowly. “Lando had a good start and was alongside going into turn one. It was tight between us and unfortunately we made contact.”

You raise an eyebrow. “But do you feel that you were more at fault? It seemed to be quite an aggressive move.”

Max clenches his fist under the table discreetly. Calm and collected, he reminds himself.

“Like I said, it was just racing. These things happen sometimes between us drivers.”

“So you don’t think it was an unsafe maneuver on your part?” You press. Your piercing gaze makes Max shift again.

Just stay polite, he thinks. But his frustration boils over.

“It was freaking racing, okay!” He snaps, his calm demeanor vanishing. “Shit happens! Lando didn’t leave me space and we collided. Don’t try to blame me!”

You lean back, eyes widening in surprise at his sudden outburst. Max’s heart drops, immediately regretting his loss of composure.

“Uh, sorry about that,” he mutters, not meeting your eyes. “I didn’t mean to curse.”

“No worries, I understand it’s a sensitive topic,” you say evenly. But inside, you’re taken aback. You’ve never seen Max Verstappen react like this.

Desperate to get the interview back on track, you move to the next question. “Let’s talk about your rivalry on the track. Do you feel the tension has somewhat decreased this season as you run ahead with the championship?”

Max nods, clinging to the redirect. “All twenty drivers on the grid are competitors at heart. For sure the rivalry grows each season. Not everyone is fighting for the title so there’s less at stake for some but that can change at any moment. There is always respect between us.”

His standard PR answer seems to bore you. Glancing at the clock, you start wrapping up the interview.

“Last question, Max. Any special plans for the British Grand Prix weekend?”

“Eh, not really,” Max mutters, still kicking himself for losing his temper earlier. So much for gentlemanly manners around ladies. You’ll surely think he’s a foul-mouthed jerk now.

“Okay, I think that’s all we have time for,” you say, standing up. “Thanks again for the interview, Max, I know you’re quite busy here.”

“Yep, no problem,” Max mumbles, avoiding eye contact.

You turn to leave, but stop. “And Max? Don’t worry too much about the clash with Lando. It happens to all drivers sometimes. See you around!” You flash him a smile before exiting.

Max sits stunned for a moment after you leave. Even after his swearing and temper, you hadn’t been upset with him.

A grin slowly spreads across his face. Maybe he hadn’t ruined his chances after all!

Walking back to the Red Bull motorhome, Max can’t stop thinking about you. The way you smiled at him, so warm and understanding. And how you smelled vaguely of lavender.

Max has been captivated since you arrived in the paddock but he has no idea how to approach you … or any woman for that matter.

His only experience is with fast cars, not beautiful reporters.

Pulling up to his driver room, Max is greeted by his physio, Bradley.

“How did it go mate? You look bothered,” Brad asks.

Max sighs. “That interview with Y/N was a disaster. I screwed it up!”

He recounts his slip-up angrily cursing about Lando to Brad, who tries to stifle a laugh.

“Really, that’s what you’re worried about? A little swearing? I’m sure she’s heard far worse around the paddock!”

“But the book said to never use foul language around ladies! To be a gentleman at all times! And I failed at the first test!” Max runs an agitated hand through his hair. “Now she’ll never consider me as a suitor.”

Brad gapes at him. “A suitor? Max, what century are you living in?” He glances down and notices the antique book peeking from Max’s backpack.

Grabbing it, Brad starts flipping through the pages incredulously.

“Wait, you’re actually trying to follow advice from this ancient thing to get a girl?”

Max tries to grab the book back, his cheeks reddening. “Give it back! Yes it’s old but shouldn’t dating still be proper and polite?”

“This stuff is wildly outdated. Just ask her out for drinks. Be yourself!” Brad gestures exasperatedly.

“I can’t just ask her out, are you crazy?” Max sputters. “What if she says no?”

Brad places a hand on his shoulder. “You’re the bloody world champion. And you’re not too hard on the eyes. She’d be mad to turn you down!”

Max cracks a reluctant smile, appreciating the confidence in him. Maybe Brad is right, Max considers. He just needs to relax and stop overthinking things.

“Tell you what, the team is throwing a big party after the race on Sunday. Why don’t you invite Y/N as your date?” Brad suggests.

Max’s stomach flutters nervously at the thought. “I guess I could try ...”

Brad claps him on the back. “That’s what I’m talking about! Now hand that daft old book over so I can throw it in the bin.”

“No! I mean … I’ll hold onto it,” Max says, snatching it back.

It may be outdated but it still has some wise words, he thinks. Even if he doesn’t follow everything word-for-word, a brush up on manners couldn’t hurt.

Max feels reenergized. One mishap wouldn’t ruin his chances with you.

This weekend he would focus on winning the British Grand Prix. And then he would ask you to be his date for the after-party.

Properly, like a gentleman.

What could go wrong?

A gentleman should compose handwritten letters with eloquence and embellished language to express his sentiments, as these missives often carry great weight.

Max sits at the desk in his driver room, pen poised over a pad of stationary borrowed from the hotel.

He takes a deep breath.

My Dearest Y/N …

He pauses. How exactly does he eloquently express his feelings here? Chewing the pen anxiously, he tries again.

My Dearest Y/N,

Since first you did arrive upon the Formula 1 scene, I have been captivated by your beauty and grace ...

Max groans, crumpling up the paper. This sounds ridiculous! But the book had stressed the importance of handwritten letters to woo a lady. And with his shyness around you in person, writing a letter seemed the best approach.

If only he could find the right words.

Staring at the blank sheet of paper, Max thinks back to the British Grand Prix last weekend. He had taken Brad’s advice and invited you to the post-race celebrations as his date.

To his delight, you had happily accepted.

The party had been going perfectly. You both laughed and chatted easily over drinks. Then the DJ started playing and Max got the courage to ask you to dance. With your hand in his, bodies swaying gently together, Max was sure this was his moment to finally tell you his feelings.

But when he tried, the words tangled up inside. His throat went dry and he could only stare mute into your eyes. The song ended and the magic of the moment faded. You slipped away back to your friends, leaving Max cursing his nervousness.

Which is why he’s now resorted to writing a letter. If only he can find the right poetic phrases, he would be able to express everything in his heart.

Chewing his lip, Max starts again.

My Dearest Y/N,

Ever since you did arrive in this paddock, I have admired you from afar. Your beauty and spirit doth light up the Formula 1 world. Being in your radiant presence doth make my heart soar ...

Max frowns. He sounds like Shakespeare on steroids. This is getting him nowhere. Crumpling up another attempt, he gets an idea. He needs advice from someone more eloquent. Pulling out his phone, he selects Daniel Ricciardo’s number.

“Maxie! To what do I owe the pleasure?” Daniel answers cheerily.

“I need your help. I’m trying to write a letter to Y/N telling her ...byou know, that I like her,” Max mumbles. “But I’m struggling with the words. You’re so smooth and charming — any advice?”

Daniel laughs loudly through the phone. “A love letter mate? That’s adorable!”

Max rolls his eyes. “Haha. Yes, it’s hilarious. Do you have any tips or not?”

“Hmm okay, don’t stress too much over the fancy wording. Keep it simple and heartfelt, you know? Just speak honestly about why you like her.”

Max nods. “Right, speak from the heart. I can do that.”

“Go get her champ! Let me know if you need any more romantic advice,” Daniel teases.

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Max hangs up with a smile.

Taking a fresh piece of paper, he starts writing.

Dear Y/N,

I wanted to properly tell you how I feel about you. From the moment I first saw you in the paddock, I thought you were the most beautiful and amazing woman.

Your smile makes me weak. Being near you gives me butterflies in my stomach.

Spending time together at the party was really special for me. I wish I had told you then how I felt. But I get so nervous around you that the words don’t come out right. So I thought writing this might be easier.

I know we haven’t known each other long. But I would love the chance to get to know you more. Maybe we could have dinner sometime, if you feel the same way?

Let me know.

Yours,

Max

Max reads over the short letter and nods, satisfied. It’s simple and honest, just saying the thoughts he can never seem to speak out loud around you.

So, after carefully folding the stationary, Max slips out of the Red Bull motorhome in search of you.

Max finds you chatting with some other journalists near the media center. He hangs back shyly, waiting for you to be free.

You glance up and catch his eye, giving a smile and wave. Taking a deep breath, Max approaches.

“Hi, Y/N. Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Of course!” You say, turning to him. The other reporters conveniently scatter, leaving the two of you alone.

“So uh, I wrote you this letter.” Max mutters, pulling the folded paper from his pocket. His palms are sweating and he rubs his neck nervously. “It’s just some thoughts I wanted to share with you.”

“Aww Max, you didn’t have to write me anything!” You beam at him sweetly.

Max shoves the letter toward you, willing himself to just give it over before he loses confidence. But as you reach out for it, anxiety grips him.

What if you reject him after reading it? Or worse, what if you show the soppy love letter to your coworkersto laugh about?

His pulse pounding, Max swiftly yanks the letter back. Before he can think twice, he starts hastily ripping it up into tiny shreds.

“Max!” You cry out in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“I, uh, just realized how weird it was to write you something so personal,” Max stammers, face flaming red.

He lets the shreds of paper fall from his fingers.

“Oh.” Your face falls in disappointment. “That’s too bad, I’m sure it was very thoughtful ...”

An awkward silence follows. Max curses internally, hating himself. Why had he chickened out at the last second? He scrambles for something to say.

“Yeah, it was too forward of me,” he rambles nervously. “I wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea about us. Not that there is an us! I mean, we’re colleagues.”

You frown slightly in confusion. “Colleagues? I thought we were becoming friends ...”

“Right, yes friends!” Max amends quickly. “Friends is good. Don’t want rumors or gossip spreading. Not that what I wrote was gossip worthy! It was boring really, nothing important.”

He forces out a laugh, cringing at his bumbling excuse. You just stare at him in bewilderment.

“O-kay then ... well, I need to get back to work. See you around, Max.” You give him a strange look before turning away slowly.

Max watches you walk off, letting out a long groan once you’re out of earshot.

He slaps a hand to his forehead. Could that have gone any worse? He’d absolutely butchered it and now you must think he’s a complete weirdo.

Dejected, Max trudges back to the motorhome. He replays the scene in his head, berating himself over and over. If only he had the guts to just give you that letter!

Instead he had to go and make a complete fool of himself. There’s no way you have any interest in him now after witnessing that trainwreck.

Sulking back to his driver’s room, Max finds his teammate in the hallways.

“What’s up with you? You look like you just lost the championship,” Checo remarks.

Max just opens his door and flops down onto the sofa with a dramatic sigh. “I really screwed things up with Y/N ...”

He recounts the whole awkward encounter to Checo, who tries and fails to hold back laughter.

“It’s not funny!” Max snaps, tossing a scrunched up sock at him.

“Sorry, hermano,” Checo says, composing himself. “But really, I doubt it was that bad. Just explain to Y/N what happened and try again.”

“No way. It’s hopeless now,” Max moans. “I can’t face her after that.” He grabs one of the shredded letter pieces off the table, smoothing it out to reveal a fragment of his confession.

Crumpling it back up, Max tosses it aside bitterly. He definitely lost his chance thanks to his own nerves and stupidity.

Max does everything he can to avoid you over the next days, too embarrassed to face you after the letter fiasco. For your own part, you seem equally uncertain how to act around him now.

At races you keep interactions strictly professional. The ease and friendship that was developing between you is gone.

Max hates that he ruined everything before it could even really begin.

It’s not until the Dutch Grand Prix weeks later that you finally confront him.

“We should talk,” you say, catching Max alone after practice one day. “Why have you been avoiding me since Silverstone?”

Max shuffles his feet, staring at the ground. “I just made things weird with that letter. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You step closer, tilting his chin up gently so he meets your eyes.

“I thought the idea behind it was really sweet. I was so disappointed when you just ripped it up. I care about you, so don’t push me away, okay?”

Heart pounding, Max manages a sheepish nod.

You lean in slowly and kiss his cheek, pretending not to notice how his skin turns rosy.

“I’m still waiting to see what you wrote for me one day,” you whisper with a smile before walking off, leaving Max stunned.

Touching his cheek, a grin spreads across Max’s face. Maybe he hadn’t ruined everything after all.

The book might know a thing or two.

A gentleman should present small tokens of affection: Offering a lady flowers, a lock of hair, or a sentimental keepsake is a cherished practice.

Max paces the floor of his Monaco apartment, phone in hand as he scrolls through a website about flower meanings and symbolism.

Max clicks on the different options, overwhelmed. Who knew flowers were so complicated? Red roses mean passion but are too strong for courting. Yellow roses signify friendship. White lilies convey purity and innocence.

Max frowns. None of these seem quite right.

Finally he comes across the perfect choice — peonies. According to the guide, pink peonies signal romance, prosperity and good fortune.

Isn’t that romantic? This will be the ideal flower to to show how much he cares for you.

Satisfied with his floral choice, Max orders an impressive bouquet of pink peonies to be delivered to you before the upcoming race.

As soon as you receive them, he anxiously waits for your reaction.

To his disappointment, no thank you comes. In fact, you don’t acknowledge the flowers at all.

When Max finally spots you in the paddock on Thursday, his smile fades at your red-rimmed eyes and congested voice.

“Are you okay? You don’t look well,” Max frowns.

You give a stuffy laugh. “Thanks, just what every girl wants to hear.” Dabbing at your runny nose with a tissue, you sigh. “Sorry, I’m a mess today. Turns out I’m quite allergic to peonies. Those lovely flowers you sent put me out of commission the past two days.”

Max’s eyes widen in alarm. “Wait, you’re allergic to peonies? I had no idea, I’m so sorry!”

He mentally kicks himself. Some romantic gesture this was, practically making you ill. “I was just trying to do something nice ...” he says guiltily.

But you wave off his concern with a smile, touched that he went to such effort. “It’s really sweet of you, truly. They were beautiful. My immune system just seems to have other plans.”

Max shoves his hands in his pockets. “Let me make it up to you. What if I cook you dinner next week instead of flowers?”

Your cheeks flush slightly. “I would really like that.”

***

The following Tuesday, Max puts his meager cooking skills to use whipping up pasta. Pretty soon he has an aromatic tomato sauce simmering away while he slices bread for garlic toast.

When you arrive, bottle of wine in hand, Max greets you wearing a “World’s Okayest Chef” apron. Laughter and light banter flow easily between you two all evening. The domesticity of sharing a meal together feels wonderfully natural. Lingering glances and touches over the table make it clear this is now a proper date.

After dessert, you help Max tidy up the kitchen. Playfully flicking soap suds at each other soon turns into a full-on bubble fight. Laughing and stumbling into each other, Max ends up gently pinning you against the counter.

Your giggles trail off, smiles fading into something warmer. Slowly Max leans in, lips meeting yours in a soft kiss.

When you eventually pull apart, he rests his forehead against yours contentedly. No flowers or grand gestures needed.

Just this — being together.

***

Before free practice of the following race, Max seeks you out, fidgeting nervously with the small pair of scissors in his hands.

“I … I wanted to give you something special. A token of my affection for you.”

Before you can react, Max takes a lock of his light brown hair and starts snipping right there in front of you. Your eyes widen in surprise as the severed strands fall into his palm.

“It’s uh, a lock of my hair. For you to keep,” he explains, holding it out to you sheepishly.

You have to stifle a laugh at how earnest he looks. “Wow Max, that’s really thoughtful but you didn’t have to cut your hair for me!”

Max’s cheeks flush pink. “No, I want you to have it! To show, you know, that I’m devoted to you and all that ...” His voice trails off at your amused expression.

Maybe this romantic gesture is a bit stranger than he realized. But you take the lock of hair from him with a gracious smile.

“Well, I’ll always treasure a piece of you.”

His grin brightens. Then he remembers the other part of his gift. “Oh wait, there’s more!”

He pulls a small oval locket from his pocket and clicks it open to reveal an empty compartment.

“I thought you could keep the hair in this locket, close to your heart,” he explains earnestly. “That way you will always have a part of me with you.”

Your eyes soften, touched by the sentiment if not the unconventional nature of his gift. But seeing how much thought Max put into it makes you melt and you give him a quick kiss.

“It’s perfect, thank you. Here, would you put the hair inside for me?”

Carefully, Max places the strands into the golden locket and fastens it around your neck, face lit up.

“So you really like it then?”

You nod, gently clasping the locket in your hand. “I’ll cherish it always.”

A gentleman should bring a tasteful gift, such as a book of poetry or a hand-painted fan, as a gesture of appreciation for her hospitality when visiting a lady’s home.

Max double checks the address on his phone as he pulls up outside your London flat. He’s visiting for the first time today and wants to make a good impression.

Max looks down at your gift on the passenger seat — a squirming bengal kitten, licking up the treat Max had brought to calm her for the car ride.

You had completely fallen for his two rambunctious bengal cats when you met them at his apartment.

“They are just the cutest! I’ve always wanted a bengal,” you had cooed as Jimmy curled up contentedly in your lap while Sassy climbed across your shoulders.

So when Max saw that the ethical breeder he bought his cats from had this spirited little kitten available, he knew she would be the perfect gift for your first proper date at your home.

A living reminder of the night your relationship began.

Scooping up the wriggling furball, Max walks up and rings your buzzer.

You greet him at the door with a smile and quick kiss, then abruptly stop short at the sight of the kitten in his arms.

“Max, what is that?”

“It’s a bengal kitten!” He announces proudly, holding her up like he is reenacting The Lion King. “I got her for you, as a gift.”

He holds the mewling kitten out to you eagerly. You stare back, mouth agape.

“You got me a kitten? Max, that’s insane!” You exclaim. “Bengals cost thousands of euros, you can’t just show up with one. Oh my god, please tell me you didn’t seriously buy me a €3000 cat.”

Max’s smile falters, realizing suddenly how over-the-top the gift seems.

“I mean, I just wanted to do something really special for you,” he mumbles, face reddening.

The kitten lets out a pitiful meow. You bite your lip, conflicted. She really is adorable. And you know Max meant well with his lavish gesture. Sighing, you open your door wider.

“Okay, I guess I can’t turn away this cutie now. Come on in.”

Max’s face lights up in relief. “You’ll keep her then? That’s amazing!”

He carefully sets the energetic furball down and she immediately starts exploring. You have to laugh as she pounces and tumbles over her paws.

“She’s going to destroy all my stuff,” you stare resignedly as she claws her way up your upholstered couch, claws snagging the fabric.

Max waves off your concern. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay for anything she ruins. And I’ll make sure she can come to races too, so you’re never apart.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You think they’re going to let a kitten into the paddock?”

“Lewis brings Roscoe so they have to allow cats too or it’s not fair! Don’t worry, I will make it happen,” Max declares confidently.

Despite yourself, you smile at his determination. Gazing down at the kitten now nibbling your toe, your reservations melt away.

She really has stolen your heart already.

“Well, I guess we’re in this together now, huh little one?” You murmur. “Thank you. I think she’s the perfect gift.”

His whole face lights up at those words. Impulsively, you stand on tiptoe to kiss him.

“I think I’ll name her Emiliana,” you suggest softly. “Since she’s my special gift from Max Emilian Verstappen.”

Max grins. “I love that idea.”

Maybe Max is out of touch with normal gift-giving. But looking into his smiling eyes, you know everything he does comes from a place of love. And you wouldn’t change his thoughtfulness for anything.

Even if it means welcoming a hyperactive €3000 kitten into your life.

A gentleman should exercise prudence and restraint in the event that his family honor is insulted. Engaging in a duel must be the last resort, pursued only when all other means of resolving the matter have been exhausted.

“Who’s ready for her first race?” You coo to Emiliana, clipping a leash on to her harness. The energetic bengal kitten twirls in excited circles hearing the jingle of her collar.

Max chuckles, scooping Emiliana up. “I know you’ll love exploring the garage!” Kissing her furry head, he nestles her safely in his jacket pocket for the walk over.

Arriving at the bustling paddock, Max gently puts Emiliana down to allow her to explore, the kitten’s wide eyes reflect the flash of cameras and bright team colors swirling around. With Max’s hand securely in yours, you both smile proudly showing her off to the other drivers and staff.

Most are delighted, stopping to fawn over the curious feline. But as you pass by the Alpine motorhome, she ends up scampering across the asphalt and almost tripping Esteban Ocon in the process.

“Ugh, control your overgrown rat!” He grumbles loudly.

Max freezes, blood boiling at the insult toward Emiliana. Clenching his fists, he spins to confront Esteban. But you grab his arm firmly.

“Max, stop. He’s not worth it,” you murmur. After a tense moment, Max reluctantly relaxes his stance, not wanting to cause a scene.

You steer him away, stroking Emiliana comfortingly. “Don’t listen to the mean man, sweetie. You are perfect.”

But Max continues seething silently.

The remainder of the weekend passes uneventfully and you assume Max has let go of the unpleasant encounter. But once the race starts, you grow anxious seeing the two drivers battling unusually close together.

Sure enough, despite leading comfortably, Max slows his car to allow Esteban to catch up. Your heart drops as Max then swerves aggressively into Esteban’s side, sending him spinning off in a blaze of shredded carbon fiber. Meanwhile, Max continues on unfazed to take the chequered flag.

You’re fuming when Max finally makes his way back to the garage. Seeing your crossed arms and fiery glare, his triumphant smile fades.

“I know what you’re going to say ...” he starts guiltily.

“That you promised not to seek revenge and then deliberately crashed Esteban?” You snap.

Max winces. “Seeing him just brought back all that anger ...”

“So you decided to punt him at 200 mph?” You throw your hands up in exasperation.

“I was not thinking clearly,” Max scuffs his shoe. “My temper took over again.”

Your anger melts slightly seeing Max’s remorse. With a sigh, you pull him into a tight hug. “Do you have any idea how badly you both could’ve been hurt by pulling a stunt like that?”

Max looks down, properly chastised. “You’re right, it was really dangerous what I did.”

“Not to mention nearly ruining your own race!”

“I didn’t care about losing position,” Max admits. “I have already secured the championship. Defending Emiliana’s honor was more important in the moment.”

You shake your head. “Our kitten’s honor is not worth you risking your life! Please think these things through before acting so rashly.”

“You’re right, I wasn’t thinking straight,” Max says sincerely. “I promise to be more responsible going forward. No more putting myself or anyone else in danger over petty spats.”

He hugs you close again. “Thank you for keeping me rational and safe.”

You smile up at him with a soft laugh, letting some of your tension melt away. "Someone has to.”

A gentleman should keep a strict code of chivalry: Offer your seat to a lady, hold doors, and protect her from harm, both physical and emotional.

The Singapore Grand Prix is always a grueling one thanks to the heat and humidity. But this weekend, Mother Nature seems intent on making it even tougher.

Dark ominous clouds have been building all afternoon before finally bursting open right as final practice ends. Fat raindrops pelt down rapidly, sending the paddock scrambling for cover.

Safely under the shelter of the Red Bull garage, Max keeps an eye out for you. He knows you’re stuck in the media pen finishing interviews along with the other reporters.

Sure enough, he spots your ponytail across the pen, soaked through as you attempt to shield your equipment from the downpour.

Without thinking, Max hands off his mic and races out into the rain toward you. Holding his team jacket over your head, he guides you under the shelter of a nearby awning.

“Oh my gosh, Max! You’re soaked!” You exclaim, taking in his drenched state.

But Max just shrugs it off. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry. Couldn’t let you get caught out there though.”

He rubs your arms briskly, trying to warm you up. Seeing you shivering in your thin blouse — now transparent from the rain — Max feels a pang of protectiveness.

“Here, let me get you something dry ...” He sprints off, returning minutes later with a Red Bull hoodie and umbrella from his driver’s room.

Bundling you up in the warm dry clothes, Max finally relaxes. “Sorry I couldn’t get here sooner. But I wasn’t about to leave you stranded in that!”

You smile up at him, sincerely touched. “My hero! Thank you, superstar.”

Leaning up on your tiptoes, you give him a soft kiss. Max thinks that heart swells three sizes, thrilled that he was able to protect you.

As the weekend goes on, Max keeps finding little ways to display chivalry. Opening doors, giving you his seat, shielding you with umbrellas whenever the rain returns.

You assure him that the fussing is unnecessary but Max insists. He wants you to feel cared for and safe at all times.

Unfortunately, not everyone in the paddock shares that sentiment.

You’re rushing to grab some coffee before the race when you overhear a muttered conversation by a group of reporters that are huddled together.

“There she is — Verstappen’s girl ...”

“Ugh, it’s so obvious she only got the job with Sky Sports because they’re dating.”

“Sleeping her way to the top if you ask me. No way she’d be here otherwise ...”

Their cruel laughter cuts through you sharply. Blinking back sudden tears, you hurry away before they can notice you.

Of course you’ve dealt with doubters questioning your skill and merits before. It’s an occupational hazard as a woman in motorsport.

But having your relationship with Max twisted in such a way stings deeply.

Arriving at the grid, you paste on a smile and try not to let the nasty remarks ruin your day. You have always had to work twice as hard to prove yourself and you were not going to give up now.

But Max notices that something is off immediately. And, when you keep avoid his concerned gaze, he gently presses for answers.

“What’s wrong, liefde? And don’t say nothing,” he adds, seeing you open your mouth to brush it off.

You sigh, reluctantly telling him about the reporters’ hurtful comments. Instantly Max’s jaw tightens, anger flashing in his eyes.

“Who said that? Point them out to me.”

You hesitate, not wanting to cause a scene. But Max takes your hand firmly.

“I won’t let them get away with questioning your integrity like that. It’s unacceptable.”

So you subtly point out the gossiping reporters huddled nearby. Max’s gaze darkens. Turning on his heel, he marches straight for the media center.

By the time you catch up, he’s already deep in a terse conversation with Formula 1’s head of communications.

You watch in astonishment as the offenders’ media access is promptly revoked despite their loud protests. But Max stands firm, insisting this is non-negotiable if he is expected to keep participating in his media duties.

When he finally returns to you, his anger has melted away into concern. “I’m so sorry you had to hear their garbage. Don’t ever listen to it, okay? You are brilliant at what you do.”

Your eyes well up again but this time from gratitude. Even during the pre-race chaos, Max made defending you his top priority.

“Thank you,” you whisper, hugging him tightly. “My knight in shining racing gear.”

Max just holds you close, wishing he could shield you from all harm. Because your happiness and comfort are paramount to him. And Max will gladly take on any dragon — or unscrupulous reporter — that dares to threaten that.

With Max by your side, ready to come to your aid in rain or shine, you know everything will be okay.

A gentleman should always be well-dressed in the latest fashions and ensure that his cravat is tied to perfection.

Max frowns down at the open suitcase on his bed, clothes strewn everywhere. He’s digging through the wardrobe he packed trying to find something stylish to wear for the United States Grand Prix.

The problem is, Max has no idea what the latest fashions even are. Jeans and a team-branded shirt are his staples both on and off the track. But he needs to make more effort for you.

Sifting through his options unsuccessfully, Max sighs. There’s nothing here that screams high fashion. He would have to do the unthinkable and ask advice from someone … like Lewis Hamilton.

Max cringes at the thought of approaching his rival for fashion help. But Lewis is always complemented for his outfits so he is clearly an expert on the subject.

Swallowing his pride, Max fires off a text before he can overthink it.

To his surprise, Lewis responds enthusiastically with suggestions and styling tips. Their competitive rivalry is momentarily forgotten as the veteran driver dedicates all day to helping Max looking sharp.

Arriving at the paddock on Thursday morning, Max scrutinizes his reflection anxiously while scanning his pass. He’s wearing slim-fitting distressed jeans with a silky patterned shirt that Lewis instructed was to be left half-unbuttoned.

Definitely way flashier than his normal attire but Lewis assured him it was very on-trend. So Max takes a deep breath and heads out to find you.

Your eyes widen in surprise taking in his dramatic style overhaul. “Whoa, look at you!”

Max preens a bit, relieved that you don’t seem to be put off by his bold fashion choice.

“I figured it was time to elevate my fashion game,” he spins cheekily to show off the full look.

You have to stifle a laugh at seeing straight-laced Max suddenly dressing like a runway model after fans used to be shocked to see him in anything other than a white shirt.

It’s certainly different but cute that he’s putting in so much effort for your relationship.

As the weekend continues, so does Max’s parade of high fashion outfits. He turns up looking like he stepped off a catwalk in trendy printed shirts, embroidered jackets, and even sequined trousers.

By Sunday, the dramatic style transformation has paddock tongues wagging. Max appears entirely oblivious to the gossip though, just happy that his attempts to impress you seem to be working.

But watching him awkwardly fidget with the billowing oversized silk sleeves of today’s shirt as he tries to focus on preparing for the race, you realize that this isn’t your Max. Not really.

Catching his eye, you gesture for him to join you out of earshot and away from the view of cameras. Gently taking his hands, you meet his gaze.

“Be honest with me, what’s going on with the makeover? This isn’t like you at all.”

He ducks his head with a sheepish smile. “I just wanted to dress nicely for you this weekend. Like a proper gentleman.”

You lift his chin until he’s looking at you again. “You don’t have to try and be someone else for me. I like you for you — jeans, team kit, and all.”

Max’s shoulders relax in relief. “Yeah?”

“Of course! Please don’t feel like you ever have to change.” You lean up to kiss him softly. “Now let’s get you into some racing gear, champ.”

A gentleman should know that prolonged eye contact is a powerful tool for conveying one’s intentions.

“So Max, I have to ask about the incident with Carlos last race. Do you think your aggression was over the line?”

You fixes Max with an inquisitive gaze, microphone poised as you wait for his response. But instead of answering, he just stares back intensely without blinking.

After a long awkward pause, you shift in your seat. “Uh, Max? Did you hear my question?”

“Hmm? Oh right, yeah. It was just racing, these things happen,” he says vaguely, eyes never leaving yours.

You move on to the next question, puzzled by his distracted behavior. Throughout the interview, Max continues gazing at you unwaveringly.

It’s a bit unsettling to have him stare so fixedly without looking away.

Finally you wrap up the stilted conversation, feeling relieved to escape his laser focus. What was up with that?

Over the weekend, you catch Max staring silently at you on numerous occasions — in hospitality, on the grid, across the garage. Without blinking or looking away, he’ll fix you with that powerful gaze until you flush and look away first.

By Sunday you’ve gotten used to the drawn out m moments of extended eye contact.

But during the post-race press conference, Max cranks it up a notch. As you ask Charles a question about the race, you feel Max’s eyes boring into the side of your face. Glancing over, you nearly fumble your recorder.

He’s just ... staring. Blatantly. Right at you as you’re trying to have a professional conversation.

The other drivers keep sneaking amused looks between you two and trying to hide their snickers.

You finally wrap up hurriedly, flustered by Max’s unrelenting eye contact. As the rest of the press file out, you hang back.

“So the whole staring thing ... we’re really doing that huh?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

Max has the grace to look sheepish. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to throw you off! I’ve just been trying to connect with you even more.”

You have to stifle a laugh imagining him sternly holding his own gaze in a mirror for practice. “I could tell! But maybe dial it down a little bit during interviews?”

Rubbing his neck, Max chuckles. “Yeah good call.”

He’s quiet for a moment before meeting your eyes again, this time softer. “I do like the way it makes me focus just on you though. Like the rest of the world fades away.”

“Yeah,” you duck your head, “I like that part too.”

Max’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles. Reaching out, he gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

When Max leans in, eyes fluttering closed, you let yourself get lost in the moment. The outside world disappears and all that’s left is his lips on yours, saying more than words ever could.

A gentleman should never speak of his own accomplishments or wealth in a boastful manner, instead let your actions and character speak for themselves.

“Liefde, have you seen my phone charger?” Max calls from the living room of his apartment. “Nevermind, found it!”

He grabs the charger off of the coffee table, narrowly avoiding knocking over the World Drivers’ Championship trophy displayed prominently in the center.

You stifle an amused smile as you enter. Ever since you jokingly teased Max about being humble, he has made his accomplishments strangely hard to ignore.

Like the fact that his trophy room door now mysteriously stays wide open whenever you’re over. Or how he keeps offering for you to take Air Max whenever you need to travel instead of flying commercial. It’s his unique way of bragging without actually saying a word.

Joining him on the sofa, you have to shoo away one of the cats that is trying to swat the trophy off the table. Max just grins.

“Sassy really loves that thing! Although I guess I can’t blame her, it is very shiny.”

You laugh, curling into his side. “It certainly seems to belong front and center lately. Along with your three championship-winning helmets on the table in the foyer.”

Max attempts an innocent look that doesn’t quite stick. “What? They’re nice decorative pieces!”

“Mmhmm,” you hum skeptically. Glancing around, you note magazine covers bearing his face displayed on the walls along with a framed race-worn suit hanging randomly next to the kitchen.

Meeting his eyes, you give him a knowing look. Max holds your gaze for a moment before cracking.

“Okay fine, I may have highlighted some ... accomplishments since your little humble comment,” he admits with a sheepish grin.

You have to laugh. “Max, you know I was just teasing you! I would never want you to downplay your achievements.”

Twisting to face him, you take his hands in yours. “You’ve worked so hard for everything you have. Please don’t feel like you can’t be proud about it.”

Max’s expression softens. “I know and I am really proud of my racing success.” Glancing around the trophy-filled apartment, he chuckles. “Maybe a bit too loudly recently.”

You lean in to kiss him tenderly. “I love you and I’m so proud of you. But it’s this,” you tap his chest on top of his heart, “This is what made me fall for you, not the jet or the trophies.”

“Yeah?” Max asks, eyes crinkling happily.

You snuggle into his shoulder. “Of course. You’ll always just be my Max.”

But then the gifts start arriving. An Hermes Birkin bag here … some Van Cleef jewelry there. Presented nonchalantly but you know that their extravagance is no accident.

Finally, you have to say something when a couture Chanel gown appears in your hotel room one day.

“What’s going on with all these gifts all of a sudden?” You ask gently.

“Nothing! I just want to treat my amazing girlfriend the way she deserves to be treated.”

You raise an eyebrow and look … and look … and look … until Max cracks. “Okay fine, I may have been trying to show off a bit,” he admits. “But it’s hard not to when I want to give you the world!”

Your expression softens. Taking his hands, you wait until he meets your eyes.

“You could give me plastic rings and clothing from the thrift store and I would be just as happy. Your love means everything to me, not material things.”

“Really?”

You nod and climb into his lap to connect your lips in a slow kiss. Pulling back, you add teasingly, “But I am keeping the dress.”

He laughs, all tension vanishing. “Of course, it will look incredible on you. Like everything does.”

A gentleman should demonstrate a willingness to adapt to a lady’s interests and preferences, cultivating shared hobbies and passions.

“Here we are!” You announce, gesturing at the entrance of the padel club. “I know you’ll love this. It combines the best parts of tennis, squash, and racquetball.”

Taking Max’s hand, you lead him inside eagerly. You’ve been trying to get him to try padel, your favorite hobby, for ages. Finally convincing him to play while visiting him in Monaco, you do a quick rundown of the rules in the locker room.

“So basically we score just like in tennis but the walls and mesh are also in play. You can use them to bounce shots off of strategically,” you explain, miming hitting the ball off the glass wall.

Max nods along, game face on. He’s determined to share your passion for this sport.

“Got it. Use the walls, beat the opponents, win the match,” he summarizes confidently.

You laugh. “Pretty much! Now let’s go kick some butt out there.”

Gripping your paddles, you head onto the slick court. Max gravitates right to the mesh wall, intrigued by the unique setup.

You have to hide your grin — he’s like a kid exploring and testing shots out eagerly. His competitive nature means that he is completely engrossed within minutes.

And Max certainly has a knack for padel. His fast reflexes and coordination transfer over as he adapts his technique. Soon you’re both moving seamlessly around each other, dominating the points against a random couple Max had convinced to play against the two of you.

Hours later, sweaty but exhilarated, Max slings an arm around you grinning.

“That was epic! This is such an awesome game, I can’t wait to play more.” His excitement makes your heart swell. Nothing better than sharing your interests with someone special.

Over the next weeks, you find any excuse to play padel together. On lazy mornings, Max coaxes you out of bed. During race weeks, you even manage to squeeze in a few matches after media day.

Soon Max transforms into a padel fanatic, always scouting new courts and competition. His dedication to mastering every shot warms your heart. And the silly trash talk and celebrations make every match so much fun.

It was no surprise when Max decided to organize a players tournament between races. Getting the other drivers involved had your makeshift paddock league battling it out.

“Here for the padel party!” Daniel crows, showing up in head-to-toe tennis gear.

Charles, Carlos, Lando, and Pierre are there too, warming up their swings. You help Max demonstrate the rules, the other guys teasing him good-naturedly about his new obsession.

Once play begins though, the intensity heats up quickly. Max’s laser focus kicks in as he charges around you protectively, looking to crush anyone who dares hit near you. Luckily you hold your own plenty well too against the drivers.

When the final point is called in your favor, Max tackles you in an exuberant hug, the guys applauding around you. Grinning and flushed with exertion, you all head inside to refuel and celebrate a fun day of sport and competition.

One padel date turned into a shared passion that bonded you both with the other drivers too. And seeing your smile reflecting Max’s own euphoric one, you know this is only the start of many joyful tournaments and casual games together.

Maybe Max went a bit over-the-top in his newfound padel fever. But his willingness to dive headfirst into your interests fills you with more love than you ever thought possible.

Having someone care enough to enter your world so fully and share the things that light you up — that’s the most meaningful gesture of all.

A gentleman should learn to play a musical instrument or be a connoisseur of music, as serenading a lady can be a charming expression of affection.

Max turns the acoustic guitar over in his hands, plucking experimentally at the strings.

With your birthday coming up, serenading you seems like the perfect romantic gesture. Now he just has to actually learn how to play this thing. It seems simple enough — how hard can the guitar really be?

Max starts pressing on the strings randomly, the resulting discordant notes making him wince.

Okay, this might take some work.

Pulling up a beginner tutorial on his phone, he starts practicing the basic chords. But his fingers fumble clumsily, refusing to contort into the proper shapes. The more he tries, the worse the mangled sounds get.

Frustrated after the thirty minute lesson yields little improvement, Max sighs. “How am I supposed to woo my girlfriend with music if I can’t even play a damn C chord?”

Time for a professional to step in. Max books lessons with a private guitar instructor, determined to nail this down in time for your birthday surprise.

At the first lesson, the instructor eyes Max’s hands critically. “Right, let’s start by getting your fingers conditioned ...”

He takes Max through various stretching and dexterity exercises to limber up. Max nods along dutifully until the instructor pulls out a contraption with rubber bands and metal prongs.

“What the hell is that thing?” Max asks warily.

“A finger strengthener — we need to work on your independence and stamina,” he explains matter-of-factly, fitting the device over Max’s hand.

Max grimaces as the rubber bands strain against his fingers. The instructor just nods approvingly. “Perfect, twenty minutes per day with that.”

By the end of the torturous lesson, the only progress Max has made is identifying the parts of the guitar. He’s nowhere close to actually playing.

Max leaves discouraged but even more motivated to conquer the instrument somehow before your birthday. He continues meeting with the instructor multiple times a week, practicing rigorously outside of lessons too.

You notice his new habit of constantly stretching his fingers but Max plays it off casually not wanting to spoil the surprise.

The week before your birthday, Max has made marginal improvements but is still far from properly playing full songs. Desperate, he invites the instructor over for one final intensive lesson.

After two grueling hours of relentless drills, the instructor throws his hands up. “I’ve never had a student struggle this much with guitar basics. Maybe we should consider something easier, like the triangle or a recorder ...”

“No!” Max interrupts forcefully. “The guitar is a classic romantic instrument. I just need more practice before her party tomorrow.”

The instructor sighs. “If you say so. Just keep working on your fretting transitions and we’ll hope for the best.”

After he leaves, Max stays up late into the night strumming determinedly. By your birthday, his fingers are sore and calloused within an inch of their lives. But he can semi-confidently stumble through a love song and that’s enough for tonight.

When the moment arrives, he takes a deep breath and begins gently playing the intro to “Thinking Out Loud,” ready to serenade you. Max makes it halfway through before the chords descend into choppy noise.

You still applaud enthusiastically after, smiling ear to ear. “That was amazing, my love! Thank you so much.”

Max ducks his head bashfully. “It still needs some work. But I’m glad you liked it.”

Laughing, you take his tortured hands and kiss each fingertip. “I loved it because it came from you. That’s all that matters to me.”

Warmth blooms in Max’s chest. No matter how imperfect, you appreciated his efforts because of how much heart he put into it just for you.

In the end, no amount of lessons could transform Max into a virtuoso overnight. But he did become accomplished in one universal language — love.

And at the end of the day, that means everything.

A gentleman should recognize and appreciate a lady’s accomplishments, whether in the arts, charity work, or society.

“So Max, what are your thoughts on taking pole position here in Brazil?” The reporter asks.

Max grins into the mic. “Yeah, feels great to put it on pole here. The team has done an amazing job dialing in the car.”

He pauses and then adds, “Of course my girlfriend Y/N also put in a stellar qualifying effort yesterday covering the action for Sky Sports. Her commentary is always so eloquent and insightful.”

The reporter smiles amused as Max continues raving about your on-air skills for several minutes before remembering to refocus him on the results of the actual qualifying seasion.

This has become a familiar trend lately in Max’s interviews. No matter the question, he manages to redirect the conversation to highlight your various talents.

“... our pace was really strong today, I think we will be able to keep the top step tomorrow. Oh, speaking of strong pace, Y/N just ran a personal best 5k time last week during training ...”

In team debriefs, the same thing happens. Engineer queries about race strategy are derailed into praise about your presenting skills. PR reps trying to discuss Max’s social media posts somehow end up hearing about your recent venture into pottery making instead.

Even in casual conversations, you come up constantly.

“Morning, Max! How are you today?” His trainer asks while spotting a weight lifting session.

“Doing great! Y/N is also doing great, she’s learning Dutch and picking it up so quickly. Have I mentioned how talented she is with languages?”

By now the whole paddock is highly familiar with your many accomplishments, since Max seizes every possible opportunity to spotlight them.

You find it rather endearing, if a bit silly at times. Like when Max commandeered an entire interview just to detail the charities that you volunteer with.

“You know I’m capable of mentioning my own accomplishments if they come up naturally, right?” You tease him later.

Max looks sheepish. “I know, I just like bragging about you! I’m really proud of everything you do.”

You soften, giving him a quick kiss. “That’s really sweet. But maybe tone down the constant spotlight a little?” You suggest gently.

“Noted,” Max chuckles.

He makes an effort after that to highlight your achievements only when truly relevant. Because while he could praise you all day, Max also respects your wishes.

And he realizes you don’t need him to validate your worth — your talents speak for themselves. But he still can’t resist sharing little proud snippets whenever your accomplishments come up organically.

Over time you appreciate Max’s admiration and support more and more. Having someone so genuinely invested in all aspects of your life is incredibly touching.

Maybe he goes a bit overboard in his praising sometimes. But knowing that Max is always your biggest cheerleader, when it comes to racing coverage or otherwise, means everything.

A gentleman should seek the permission of the lady’s father or guardian before proposing, demonstrating respect for her family and social conventions. Once granted, he should choose an intimate setting for the proposal, away from the public eye. He must then express his intentions with sincerity, dropping to one knee and presenting a ring as a symbol of his commitment.

Max takes a deep breath, fidgeting with the small velvet box in his pocket. Today’s the day — he’s going to ask your father for permission to marry you.

You’ve reassured Max time and time again that your dad loves him but that does nothing to settle his nerves as he knocks on the front door of your childhood home.

When your father welcomes Max inside warmly, he relaxes slightly. Clearing his throat, Max launches into the speech he prepared.

“Sir, I’ve come today because I want to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage. We have been together for years now and I want to spend the rest of my life with her, completely committed to her happiness. She is the most amazing person I’ve ever known.”

Max pauses, blushing. “Sorry, I had this whole thing planned out better. I guess what I’m asking is — may I have your blessing to propose to Y/N?”

Your dad grins, clapping Max on the shoulder. “You know you didn’t have to be so formal about this. I already see you as part of the family.”

Max smiles bashfully. “I just wanted to show my respect for you and Y/N. Your blessing would mean a lot to me.”

“You have it absolutely. I couldn’t imagine anyone better for her than you.” He pulls Max into a hug. “Welcome to the family, son.”

Max leaves on cloud nine, thrilled to have this traditional step done right. Now on to planning the perfect proposal location away from prying eyes ...

After scouring options, Max selects a peaceful mountaintop in the Swiss Alps. Complete with luxury chalet just for the two of you — intimate but romantic.

Max painstakingly decorates it with flowers, candles, and photos of your relationship throughout the years. For the ring, he chooses two large natural diamonds in an unique asymmetrical setting, symbolic of two imperfect halves making a flawless whole.

Now fully prepared, Max just has to wait for your upcoming vacation to pop the question. He spends the days leading up to it buzzing with nervous excitement.

The helicopter ride to the mountain is pure torture for him. What if you say no? What if he fumbles the proposal speech? Endless doubts race through Max’s mind.

But as soon as he sees your delighted smile taking in the warmly lit cabin, his anxiety melts away. This evening is about letting his heart speak.

Through a private chef-cooked dinner, your laughter echoes in the chalet just like it always sounds. Full of joy and life and love.

Max knows that he’s ready.

Taking your hand gently, he leads you outside onto the moonlit balcony. Time to finally ask you to be his forever.

Max clears his throat, meeting your eyes. “Y/N, from the moment I met you, my world changed. Your smile and your light fill my days with meaning. You make me a better man.”

He slowly kneels, pulling out the ring box with trembling fingers. “I want to laugh with you, cry with you, share every high and low for the rest of our lives. Will you make me the luckiest man in the universe by becoming my wife?”

You clasp a hand over your mouth, eyes glimmering with tears. You only manage to get out a watery “Yes!” before also dropping to your knees in front of him.

Grinning ear to ear, Max slides the ring onto your finger with a kiss. “I promise to always love and cherish you.”

“And I promise the same to you, today and always.”

You throw your arms around him, both giddy with joy under the stars.

The customs that got you to this moment may have been old-fashioned but your love is timeless.

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[leclercsbunny]

maybe if you loved me ♡ c. sainz

part six ♡ masterlist

f1chai sainz and ricciardo allegedly got into a scuffle, sky news report. the two have come up on recent news due to their involvement with yn, as both drivers have been closely linked with the spanish socialite. the f1 management is reportedly investigating this matter, and are adamant to deal out swift and just penalties for both drivers involved. neither teams have expressed their side regarding this matter.

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username "sainz and ricciardo had to be separated by several staff in a fit of blind rage."

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f1chai daniel ricciardo adds fuel to the fire by posting a shady instagram story amid the controversy surrounding him today. several news outlet reports that the australian pilot have been fined a sum of 5,000 euros for recklessly behaving and have been reprimanded alongside sainz. to waive the penalty, the pair were urged to make ammends, and publicly acknowledge their wrongs for disrupting the peaceful atmosphere present in f1. his response is as follows; "i won't apologize."

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username daniel: ... so can i pay in advance to throw hands? 🤔😂

f1chai both sainz and ricciardo have declined to elaborate regarding their public spat, and have expressed very little about their issue. no direct apologies were addressed to eachother nor was there any indication they regretted they came to blows. new reports claim that the reason of them being tight-lipped had everything to do with the paternity of yn's alleged baby, and although at odds with eachother, both sainz and ricciardo are adamant on maintaining her privacy at this delicate moment.

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[rayshippouuchiha]

Had a Thought™ about KHR. (excuse spelling mistakes because I WILL be making them)

So the giglio Nero family canonically has the strongest skies right? Like this matrilineal family of Skies has, as far as we know, always held the strongest skies in existence. It doesn't matter who they have a kid with, their first kid is 1) always a girl (far as we know) 2) an insanely strong sky 3) has some type of foresight.

So my thought (story idea/premise IG). Nana is descended from this family in some probably convoluted distant way. This could explain her space cadet behavior. She is LITERALLY not mentally present in the, well present. But she's enough removed from the family line that what she's seeing is probably really confusing and has little resemblance to reality. Also, let's be honest, if you're seeing visions of an alternate or possible future existence and aren't aware what that is about? You probably think there's something wrong with you. To the point you probably instinctively disregard A LOT of things that would be odd or concerning because well, they don't make sense so are probably made up. (Nana basically taking masking to the extreme meaning she doesn't notice/pay attention to the Flame and Mafia stuff because nobody else around her notices/talks about it. So it's probably Not Real)

And then she meets Iemeitsu. Who let's be honest, also has something DEEPLY wrong with him. ( A sky with no guardians? When that's what they DO?! Something is wrong with him on a literal soul deep level.) But he just acts like a mildly eccentric goofy guy, who otherwise is Normal™. So Nana gets attached to him, because she sees something similar in him. And she ignores anything pretty obviously WRONG because well, it's not REAL is it? She's just seeing things again. Plus of course Iemeitsu can't act Normal™ all the time, SHE struggles with that and that's something else she feels they have in common. (Very much modeling the fact that neurodivergent people tend to gravitate towards each other, and ignore stuff that's 'not normal', because for them normal isn't a thing that exists.)

And then they have Tsuna. An insanely powerful Sky child (I think there's mention of him possibly being the future sky acrobaleno at some point? Might just be fanon tho) who from a pretty young age has Hyper-Intuition.

Nana probably assumes her son has inherited her problems regarding seeing non-existent things. She probably ignores the general weirdness of Iemeitsu bringing his boss home and her son changing entirely after the visit, because she can't figure out a logical reason for Tsuna to change, so OBVIOUSLY there can't be anything wrong there, he's just going through a growth spurt!

Tsuna gets bullied in school? Well, so did Nana growing up. The fact the teachers are in on it? Not outside her perception of reality, because that's just how people treat those who are different, who can't 'Act Normal ™'. The problem of course here is that this behavior was Normal™. She was gaslit into believing this was expected and tacitly encouraged by society.

But, there's that little part that's still a mother, and doesn't understand WHY people act like this, and SURELY it's NOT Normal™ for people to treat her son like this!? It can't be reality! Right?! So obviously it's something ELSE her brain is making up, so something she should ignore entirely!

It would take ..... A LOT to have her come to terms with the fact that all that stuff she was convinced wasn't really happening, and just something else her brain was lying to her about, is actually reality. She's closed herself into a teeny tiny box of what she considers reality and anything outside of that obviously ISN'T.

ohoho now this is an interesting take on Nana that I've never seen before and it's so fucking cool

#RayRambles #KHR #katekyo hitman reborn

[loverhymeswith]

god you’re writing is angelic i just neeeeeed a cowboy like me inspired tommy shelby fic!!!

Forever is the Sweetest Con

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x F!Reader

Summary: Written for the Taylor Swift Tapes: Tommy Shelby - based on Cowboy Like Me

Word Count: 815

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, implied smut

A/N: Thank you to both Anons who requested Cowboy Like Me. I hope you enjoy!

From across the moonlit courtyard, you spot him. The man of the moment; the name on everybody's lips. He's not particularly tall, but he cuts an imposing figure in his finely-made suit, a glass of amber liquor clutched firmly in his large hand.

He's standing at the edge of the gazebo. A crowd of men and women are gathered at his side, vying for his undivided attention as he raises the glass to his mouth, but as his piercing blue eyes finally meet your gaze, it's evident that his much sought-after attention will remain elsewhere for the remainder of the evening.

Silently, you count to ten.

Right on cue, he stalks towards you, a deadly predator sizing up his prey, oblivious or at least indifferent to the host of unfulfilled ladies and gentlemen he leaves in his wake.

The corner of his lips twitch up when he reaches you, those startling blue eyes lazily travelling along the full length of your expensive dress. Even before he speaks, he's straight to the point.

"Would you like to dance?"

You regard him for a long moment, listening to the notes of the gentle waltz spilling out into the summer night. For most of the evening, the band has favoured uptempo music - fashionable, but not particularly romantic - until now.

Apparently, your new companion has been biding his time.

After taking a drag of your cigarette, you offer him your response. "Dancing is a dangerous game, Mr Shelby. Especially with a man like you."

As he raises a dark brow, his eyes sparkle in the moonlight like a cerulean sky full of stars. "You've heard of me?"

"Everyone has heard of you," you assure him bluntly.

"You don't sound impressed."

"Should I be?"

His lips pull up into the hint of an amused grin as he places a cigarette between them.

You reach into your velvet purse and offer him a light, startled to find yourself quite so enraptured as he rolls the cigarette across his full bottom lip.

Softly, he exhales a cloud of white smoke into the dark night. "So it’s a 'no' to the dance then, eh?"

Resting your own cigarette between your painted fingers, you narrow your gaze. Perhaps you will be dancing tonight, after all. "It depends what you're willing to offer in return."

Thomas Shelby considers this with no sign of surprise, eventually inclining his head. "Oh, I'm well aware of what tricks you have up your sleeve."

Although it pains you to admit it, his admission catches you off-guard. Until now, you've been so careful to conceal your tracks. That he can read you so easily is as intriguing as it is alarming.

Determined not to show weakness in the face of such a worthy adversary, you flash him a vicious smile, showing your teeth.

"Enlighten me, Mr Shelby. What do you think you know about me?"

He pauses, his expression entirely unreadable as he watches you, carefully deciding just how much to reveal. "Oh, I've seen you around, telling all those rich men anything they want to hear. Bet you make a pretty penny from nights like this."

There's no judgement in his tone, which almost makes it worse.

"Are you calling me a whore?"

"Of course not. You're far too clever for that. You sell them words instead of sex. You promise them love, but only if they pay for it."

Stubbing out your cigarette with the heel of your designer shoe - bought for by the very men he speaks of - you level him with a blank stare, no small effort given the way his presence seems to have your pulse unwillingly quickening.

"Then why are you here?" Almost as an afterthought, you add, "You're no different than me."

Because when it comes to hustlers, it takes one to know one. Thomas Shelby might not offer the illusion of love in exchange for money, but instead, he offers power and influence. Just as deadly as love, but far more desirable.

Divesting himself of his cigarette and whisky, Tommy takes a step closer. So close that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. A predator, indeed.

"No," he agrees. "I'm no different to you at all."

A breath catches in your throat before he leans in, stealing the swiftest of kisses.

Two hours later, his boots are beneath your bed. Tangled sheets cling to your sweat-slick bodies; clothes discarded in a heap on the floor.

Perched atop him, your soft thighs hugging his slim waist, you dip your head. "Whatever you think this is," you gesture between the two of you, "I'm not going to fall in love."

Tommy's pupils are wide as he stares up at you, mouth slightly parted and chest heaving. "Not love, then," he agrees, roughly. "But how about forever?"

You place a hand on his warm cheek. "Didn't they tell you, Thomas? Forever is the sweetest con."

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#tommy shelby #cillian murphy #peaky blinders #taylor swift #thomas shelby #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy shelby x reader

[canadachildvol2]

Wish rewrite ✨ pt.1

Everyone and their grandma has done a rewrite of "Wish," but I couldn't help myself. I've seen the concept art and have watched an array of video essays dissecting what went wrong with the final product and my imagination went wild (as it often does with movies that had so much potential yet failed to deliver).

Full disclosure: I'm not a songwriter nor am I an expert on music theory, so when it comes to the songs in this rewrite, I'm just gonna give a general idea of what they're about and what happens.

With that out of the way, let's get into part 1 of my own "Wish" rewrite! And I'm in no way proclaiming this to be the superior version; I'm just sharing what I came up with like a lot of you have. I've also included a visual of my Asha redesign, which I hope you like. <3

(Also tagging @annymation :) )

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First and foremost, I'm torn between this version either being completely 2D-animated or just Star (specifically in his normal magical form) and his magic being the only things 2D-animated. You can envision it however you like.

Book prologue: Like the movie, this opens with a storybook. However, it's in live-action. A narrator (perhaps a Disney Legend, like Mary Costa, Kathryn Beaumont, etc.) tells the backstory of how Rosas became a literal magical place:

“Once upon a time, there was a small island kingdom called Rosas. Surrounded by crystal waters and nestled beneath an endless sky. One day, the king gathered his subjects to make an important announcement: through magic, he had found a way to grant wishes! And since then, the people looked to their magnificent king to make their deepest desires come true.

This magic was passed down to the royals that followed, and in this time, the people continued their undying devotion to their extraordinary leaders.

Over the years, boats came from far and wide, carrying those who wanted to see this magic up close, as well as those who sought to live in Rosas. And our story begins with the docking of one of these boats…”

Introduction to Asha/Rosas; “Welcome to Rosas”: A group of newcomers excitedly wait to enter Rosas and this is where we meet Asha. "One... two... three," she mumbles - as if preparing for a performance - before stepping out in front of the group. Bubbly and all smiles, she introduces herself as their tour guide and ushers them into the kingdom. This version of “Welcome to Rosas” not only explains the rules of the kingdom regarding wishes (giving wishes at age 18 [it's mandatory], how the wishing ceremony plays out, only one wish is granted each month due to the large amount of magic needed, etc.) but it also highlights how hardworking and dutiful the citizens are. Additionally, it mentions that Rosas was once a land in disarray, but the magic of wish-granting led them to prosperity. While there’s an upbeat tone to the song, there is an almost sinister undertone that’s lost on the newcomers (and to us, the audience, if we don’t pay too much attention). I should quickly point out that people don't forget their wishes after giving them to Magnifico like they do in the movie. They just no longer have the motivation to pursue their wishes themselves.

Design note: Asha is the only person in Rosas wearing orange, thereby making her stand out from the largely blue, purple, and grey colour palette (much like how Belle is the only person in her village wearing blue). click the image to see more outfit details

Meeting Dahlia and other townspeople: After Asha leaves the group to let them enjoy the sights, her bubbly persona immediately disappears and her true nature is revealed. Levelheaded, composed, a touch cynical. A realist. This personality is shown as she interacts with some of the townsfolk (moreover, this scene alludes to what some of them have wished for). She takes a bag of fruit to Dahlia, her best friend and a talented baker. She’s cheerful, idealistic, and tends to stumble over her words when excited or stressed (a nod to Doc from “Snow White” along with her character design). Like the rest of Rosas, she thinks highly of the king and queen. In exchange for the fruit, Dahlia presents Asha with a birthday cake for her grandfather. This scene showcases Dahlia’s desire to become the castle baker someday and that she thinks her work needs to be perfect to get that position (even though her work is already amazing). We are also introduced to Simon, who comes by to pick up an order for delivery. He’s a few years older than Asha and Dahlia and is already showing the same level of exhaustion as most of the other adults. He wants his wish granted so badly that he’s willing to work hard and impress the king and queen no matter what. He's secretive about what his wish is.

"Welcome to Rosas (reprise)": As Asha walks home with the cake in a box, she looks at the citizens around her. This time, we’re seeing life in Rosas through her eyes rather than those of the awestruck newcomers. “Welcome to Rosas (reprise)” brings to the forefront how exhausting, unfair, and almost cult-like (i.e. the people’s intense adoration of the king and queen) everything is, while also insinuating the crux of Asha’s personal journey: she doesn’t have hope.

Meeting Sakina and Sabino: Asha arrives home to find Sabino asleep in a chair by the window. She smiles at him; a big, loving smile. Up until now, her smiles have either been small, fake (for her job), or just smirks. She gently wakes him up and he tells her he was dreaming about one of his artworks coming to life. “In a few hours, it may actually happen,” he says with a hopeful grin. She bites her tongue so as not to bring his cheerful mood down with a "Let's be realistic" comment. Soon after, Sakina enters the house carrying a basket of fresh fruit and looking tired. Asha takes the basket from her, fussing over how exhausted she looks. ("Mama, you shouldn't be doing all this work by yourself!") Sakina says that she’s fine, but Asha’s worries aren’t placated. Eventually, the trio sit down to enjoy the cake. Sakina laments the absence of Asha’s father, which prompts Asha to fiddle with her silver bracelet.

Wishing ceremony: We finally see King Magnifico and Queen Amaya in all their glory. They are regal, stunning, and tower over the people of Rosas in more ways than one. Still, when 18-year-olds and new residents approach the king on stage to give their wishes to him, he presents himself as an affable man. The cultish vibes that have so far been subtle are made much more apparent in this scene, complete with chanting, cheering, and bowing in a way that demonstrates complete submission. Sabino and Sakina wait with bated breath to see whose wish will be granted, while Asha remains less optimistic. She holds her grandfather’s hand reassuringly when the announcement is made. It’s not him. While not nearly as surprised or devastated as Sabino is, his disappointed reaction still breaks Asha’s heart. So much so that it encourages her to do something drastic.

Asha learns the truth: Sakina and Sabino head home while Asha makes her way to the castle entrance. She overhears the guards tell other people that the king and queen aren’t seeing anyone right now and reinforcing a specific rule: “commoners aren’t allowed in the palace.” Not to be deterred, Asha finds another way in. She’s distracted from her objective of ambushing the king and queen by the sight of the castle’s interior. It’s beautiful; unlike anything she’s ever seen. It's as if it were made of crystals, like the waters surrounding their island. Reflective surfaces are adorned on almost every section of the walls. Curiousity gets the better of her and she ascends the staircase to the highest room in the building. After brief hesitation, she enters and finds that it’s the room that houses the wishes (the general look of this room is about the same as how it is in the movie). Her wonderment is interrupted by the sound of Magnifico and Amaya outside. Thinking quickly, she hides in the balcony running along the upper part of the room. It’s here that she witnesses something horrifying: Magnifico taking a couple of the wishes in his hands and crushing them. This is how he gets his powers. He and Amaya laugh at how these people will be waiting forever for their wishes to be granted. ("They will work themselves to death, never knowing that their wishes, their dreams, will never come true.") Furthermore, Asha learns that Magnifico is already very powerful and doesn't need a whole month to garner enough energy to grant a single wish. After the couple leave, Asha sneaks back out.

Warning Sakina and Sabino: Asha rushes home and tells Sakina and Sabino about what she saw. Obviously they don’t believe her and an argument ensues. They can’t understand why she’d speak ill of the king and queen, and she’s trying so hard to plead her case. At one point, she accidentally hurts Sabino’s feelings by saying that realistically speaking, the odds of his wish being granted are slim to none. She feels awful about what she said and she tries one last time to convince them. Sakina gently but firmly tells her to stop and “When you’re older, you’ll understand.” Asha is left stunned and alone as Sakina tends to a tired and upset Sabino. Overwhelmed, she leaves the house and runs into the woods. She's trying so hard not to break down.

“This Wish”: This version of the song, much like in the movie, sees Asha wish for a way to help Rosas. However, it also conveys her internal struggle of letting herself feel some semblance of hope for the first time in a long time. She initially pulls back and scoffs at the idea of wishing on a star or even believing that things in Rosas will change, but as the song goes on, she caves into what her heart is telling her as opposed to what her head is telling her. It’s worth noting that each time she considers wishing on a star, it’s instigated by her looking at her bracelet. Akin to “Part of Your World,” after so much build-up, the song ends on a soft but powerful note where Asha finally wishes on a star (she still has serious doubts, but there's a sliver of cautious optimism shining through).

pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5

#wish 2023 #wish rewrite #wish reimagined #wish asha #asha x star #disney wish #wish #asha x starboy #disney #all parts have been written so I'm hoping to post them during the next few days

[sunderedazem]

14 - bitter

Ancients? :)

You KNEW what you were asking for. So have some Elidibus POV of Azem and Emet-selch's break-up before the Sundering.

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There are shards of red on the steps, and utter silence in the square. He blinks. Etheriys feels a little like a dream now, with the soft roaring of so many souls dulling his senses- but this sting of sorrow and shame he feels, distantly. It aches in a way he's sure he's forgotten, almost. And yet he and all those within yet remember…

The people are watching (not saved- but soon) stricken, frozen - all but one, whose cowl hangs down his back, whose silver staff is still tight-gripped in white-knuckled fingers. Who is walking away with a snarl on his lips and tears streaming down his bare face. Who has before the entirety of Amaurot denounced the Convocation, who has accused them of forgetting their duty, who has- has accused him of bias- 

They had to save the star. They have to save the star. And He was their answer. Is their answer. The roaring in his ears will never cease, now. He thinks the stretch of his very self was a small price to pay for the blue of the sky. He knows it. He volunteered.

So many had. And yet-

Azem storms out of the city center with his staff aglow in Light, wreathed round himself like a shield against- something, and he does not look back. There is only the sway of his long white braid as he departs, and Elidibus- watches it. Watches the narrow shoulders and frail stature recede into the distance, until shattered and broken and burning buildings obscure him from sight completely. Watches as one of Themis's closest friends turns his back on Zodiark and all the salvation he promises.

Elidibus does not understand it. He- remembers. Azem had pleaded with the Convocation to stay Zodiark's summoning, to give him time to find an alternative. Half the lives of their people was too awful a price for him - and Elidibus cannot condemn him for that love he has for their star and people, cannot condemn him for his dissent. Azem is the Traveler - the Shepherd. It would go against everything his seat stands for to agree. Lahabrea had not agreed - nor had Pashtarot - but in the end, Elidibus could not be partial. And thus Azem was given his time to find another way. But should Amaurot begin to burn- then they would have to act.

But he returned too late. Three days too late. And his solution was…incomplete. An effort commendable, to be sure. A solution worthy of gentle praise, and perhaps use later. But the star had fallen to ruin, and Zodiark could restore it. And then- then the star could restore their people. And Zodiark would save them all. He would save them.

He will. No matter if one man refuses to understand. Elidibus and Zodiark will save him too.

No matter how bitter that salvation tastes.

There are shards of red on the steps. Emet-selch is kneeling among them, his hands shaking, gathering the pieces one at a time. He is not crying, Elidibus thinks. Not yet, at least. He seems more stunned than anything. Of course, he is not the only one, if the way the silence still rings deafening has any meaning.

Azem has always had a temper, though it was not often apparent. But this- this by far had been the worst outburst Elidibus had ever seen from anyone, let alone from Azem. And worst of all, it had been a willful misinterpretation- a cruel misinterpretation, made solely to make a point about their plans to sacrifice the lesser creatures of the star to return those given to Zodiark to life. And- and perhaps Azem even had a point, if a misguided one.

He had always been thin of aether, incapable of all creation magicks no matter how simple, and sickly for it besides. His elevation to the Fourteenth Seat had been long delayed by a discussion of his health and the risks posed to his own wellbeing, rather than any disagreement with regard to his temperament or accomplishment as a researcher and theorist both. But to use his own recurring illness - which Emet-selch had cared for him through countless times - as a bludgeon to say that the Convocation must therefore count him among those lesser creatures-

I too am thin of aether. Weak, sickly- imperfect. Incapable of creation. Are these the only requirements for you to be willing to slaughter living beings in order to undo the willing sacrifice of half our people? I gave you another option! Those who are thin of aether - thinner than me! - may use this dynamis to restore our star, and you dismiss their capabilities save for their worth as livestock? You swore to hearken unto my solution, Emet-selch- you promised me you would have faith I would find a way and now you- you reject what I have found in favor of dishonoring your seat and returning the dead to life? Fine then! I count myself among these lesser beings freely, for I am more akin to them than you. And should you wish to wet Etheriys with their blood, you will start with me. And you will draw the blade across my throat with your own hands.

But even if he had a point- Emet-selch had only stared, utterly lost for words. The entire square had been quieter than death. Even Zodiark had seemed to still. And then, caught in the folly of sentiment, Emet-selch had stepped forward, had reached out a hand, had called- 

Helios- Helios, please-

There had been a whirl of black, a flash of red- and then Azem's mask had shattered on the wall above Emet-selch's head, had shattered into shards of his office even as his sigil had glared red over silver eyes.

I am Azem,  Emet-selch. I revoke the privilege for you to call me by my personal name- not only do I not know this man you have become, but us lesser creations have no names to speak of, now do we?

Elidibus had not known how to stop him. Emet-selch had just dropped his hand, jerking a little as if he had been struck by a physical blow.

And then Azem had gone.

And now he is gone. And Emet-selch is on his knees, gathering the shards of that shattered mask, cradling them carefully, as if he could piece together what was broken. As if he could repair a heart threaded with thorns, or another cracked down the center. As if saving the mask would save the man.

“...he will come back,” Emet-selch whispers then, staring at the bitter, broken ashes of Helios in his hands. “...I- I will have that much faith in him.”

And Elidibus- and in Elidibus, the dark waxes strong, and he lays a hand on Emet-selch's shoulder. 

“Nay- we will save him, my friend,” he promises, and watches as golden eyes behind a red mask snap to him and glaze over. There is weight in his words now - the promise of a thousand thousand souls and the hope of their people. “We will save him, and the star as well. We will.”

The doubt and grief in Emet-selch's eyes disappears, wiped clean by faith. And Elidibus smiles, heart heavy with certainty and the knowledge that in time, Themis's dearest friends will mend the rift born between them here. They will save Azem - they will - and the star he so loves, and all the people too. Elidibus will not allow for any end other than perfect salvation. The bitterness of these sorrowful days will fade, and Azem will smile again, and look upon Emet-selch with that loving mischief in his eye, and this will all be but a distant memory. 

They will. 

He will make sure of it.

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Enjoy the angst/keep the change ya filthy animal

#ffxiv #emet selch #azem #azemet #azemet break up #elidibus #elidibus pov #ffxiv prompts #helios > corrain gealai #corrain gealai #Azem: Helios #this works both in my solo ffxiv story and in the combo universe with Lelesu-Seleukos #and YEAH. this is cruel. Helios doesn't know about the tempering m #but even so #what a hell of a thing to say to the man who nursed you through every illness and loved you for years #like they have a *decades* long relationship if not centuries. and Helios burns it all over this #to be fair to him he is FURIOUS at the Convocation for deciding on the second and third sacrifices to restore the star #like he's figured out dynamis can help here #whether or not it works....well. anyway. but its a viable option and he's not even heard out. even by his own partner #so he's awful about it. very yikes. #this is the last time Emet-selch sees him too.

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

Contemporary descriptions of the dantonist execution compilation

Their trial was over around one o’clock in the afternoon. Only Luiner was acquitted. But as he was detained as suspect for the sake of general security he was escorted to the Luxembourg. The fifteen others were sentenced to death, and driven to the scaffold around six o’clock. They were in three tumbrils: in the first was Danton, next to Delacroix; Fabre near the executioner; Hérault opposite Chabot. In the second, Phelippeaux [sic], Westermann, Camille Desmoulins, Basire and Launai d’Angers [sic]. In the last tumbril, one saw but l’Abbé d’Espagnac; his companions were almost all strangers and little known to the public. Almost all approached death with the same audacity that they had shown in court. Danton, who, like Hébert, was recognizable by his red collar, seemed to pay little attention to the crowd around him: he was chatting with Lacroix and Fabre. Hérault was the quietest. Chabot pointed to the sky, laughing. Desmoulins spoke almost continually to the people; the courage he affected seemed like a painful effort, he was an actor who was studying to play his last part well. Diederichsen, danish lawyer, was executed first, the heads of Lacroix and Danton were the last ones to fall. Only that of Danton was shown to the people, among prolonged cries of ”vive la république.”  Suite du Journal de Perlet, number 561 (April 6 1794). A shortened version of this description is given in number 104 of Journal général de la guerre (April 13 1794). According to Michel Biard’s La Liberté ou la mort: mourir en deputé 1792-1795 (2015), these were the only contemporary journals that mentioned any details regarding the execution.

Camille had made incredible efforts to tear herself away from these execrable gendarmes, who have been the lowest servants of despots; so that in going to the scaffold he was completely naked to the waist, because his shirt was in tatters. I saw him cross the space of the palace at the Place de Sang (that's what I called Place de la Révolution) with a frightened air, talking to his neighbors with great agitation, and yet on his face was the convulsive laughter of a man who no longer has his head.  Dictionnaire neólogique des hommes et des choses, volume 2, page 480 (1799) by Louis Abel Beffroy de Reigny. In his Testament d’un électeur de Paris (1795) Beffroy adds that he couldn’t restrain his tears in watching Camille pass by.

I saw the tumbrils pass by to the place of execution, containing the men who, a few days before, had been seen as those who were to consolidate the revolution. Some maintained a firm and calm demeanor, others only showed on their faces that humiliating vexation felt by a scoundrel who finds himself caught in the trap set up by his enemy. This feeling was depicted with the most striking expression on the decomposed countenance of Danton. Camille Desmoulins seemed indignant at the deceit of Robespierre, who had never showed him more friendship than on the eve of his arrest. Bazire and Chabot tried to speak to the people by whom they were surrounded; though they spoke loudly, the noise which was made around them drowned out their voices. One only heard them say that, had not Marat been assassinated, he would have been accused of conspiracy like them, and that with them he would go to his execution. The multitude regarded as blasphemous an assertion of which the truth, a few days later, was disputed by no one. They were executed on 17 germinal.  Histoire Philosophique de la Révolution de France (1807) by Antoine Étienne Fantin-Desodoards, volume 5, page 371-372

Like Hugues Aubriot, who was imprisoned in the Bastille he had had built in order to trap others, when Danton had been condemned to death by the tribunal he had instituted, the crowd gathered in the square to feast their eyes on the horrible spectacle that the cries of the public promised them.  I was going to see Méhul, who was by then living on Rue de la Monnaie, when I came across the tumbril in Rue Honoré in which this revolutionary hero was for the last time presiding over his stricken party. He was calm, between Camille Desmoulins, whom he listened to, and Fabre d'Églantine, who did not listen to anyone. Camille spoke with great warmth, and struggled so much that his unfastened clothes left his collar and shoulders, which the blade was about to separate, bare. Never had life manifested itself in him by more activity. As for Fabre, immobile under the weight of his misfortune, overwhelmed by the feeling of the present and perhaps also by the memory of the past, he no longer existed. Camille who, by cooperating in the revolution, had thought he was cooperating in a good work, still enjoyed his illusion; he believed himself on the road to martyrdom. Alluding to his last writings, he shouted: “My crime is to have shed tears!” to the crowd. He was proud of his conviction. Fabre was on the other hand ashamed of his, he, who had been pushed into revolutionary excesses by less generous interests, was overwhelmed by the awareness of the truth. He saw only torture at the end of the little road that remained for him to travel.  Another physiognomy also attracted my attention in this cartload of reprobates, it was that of Hérault de Séchelles. The tranquility which reigned over the handsome face of this former advocate-general was of a different nature from the tranquility of Danton, whose face offered a caricature of that of Socrates. Hérault's calm was that of indifference; Danton's calm that of disdain. The pallor did not sit on the latter's forehead; but that of the other was colored with such a fiery tint that it looked less like he was going to the scaffold than returning from a banquet. Hérault de Séchelles finally seemed detached from life, the preservation of which he had purchased by so much cowardice, by so many atrocities. The appearance of this selfish man astonished everyone: everyone asked his name with interest, and as soon as he was named he no longer interested anyone. […] I went up to Méhul's, and, my imagination full of what I had just seen, I told him: “Tragedy well begun! I want to see the end of it, after having finished in three words the business which brought me. This Danton really plays his role well. We are all on the eve of the day that will end for him. I want to learn how to pass it well too.” "Useful study," said Méhul, who saw things with the same eye as me, and who would have accompanied me if he hadn't been in his dressing gown and slippers.  However, the fatal tumbril had not stopped moving; the execution was beginning when, after having crossed the Tuileries, I arrived at the gate which opens onto the Place Louis XV. From there I saw the condemned, not mounting together, but appearing one by one on the fatal scaffold, to die immediately by the effect of the movement which the board or the bed on which was about to begin for them the eternal rest. The rest of the operation was hidden from me by the operatives running it. The accelerated fall of the blade alone told me that it was was being carried out.  Danton appeared last on this scene, flooded with the blood of all his friends. Day was falling. At the foot of the horrible statue whose mass stood out in a colossal silhouette against the sky, I saw the rising, like a shadow of Dante, of this tribune who, half-lit by the dying sun, seemed as much to emerge from the tomb as ready to enter it. There is nothing as daring as the countenance of this athlete of the revolution; nothing as formidable as the attitude of this profile which defied the axe, like the expression of this head which, ready to fall, still seemed to dictate laws. Horrible pantomime! time cannot erase it from my memory. I found there all the expression of the sentiment which inspired Danton with his last words; terrible words which I could not hear, but which people repeated to each other, quivering with horror and admiration. ”Above all, don't forget,” he said to the executioner with the accent of a Gracque, don't forget to show my head to the people; it’s worth seeing.” At the foot of the scaffold he had said another word worthy of being recorded, because it characterizes both the circumstance which inspired it, and the man who uttered it. With his hands tied behind his back, Danton was waiting his turn at the foot of the stairs, when his friend Lacroix, whose turn had come, was brought there. As they rushed towards each other to give each other the farewell kiss, a policeman, envying them this painful consolation, threw himself between them and brutally separated them. "At least you won't prevent our heads from kissing each other in the basket," Danton told him with a hideous smile. Danton, as I have said, perishes as a result of a security more justified by reason than by politics. Warned of Robespierre's plans, Robespierre knows too well that he cannot send me to the scaffold without proving that he can be sent there himself." Resting on this idea, he fell asleep in laziness and pleasures.  Souvernirs d’un sexagénaire (1833) by Antoine Vincent Arnault, volume 2 page 95-100. According to Biard in Danton: Le mythe et l’histoire (2016) this is the only semi-authentic source we have for Danton’s last words being ”show my head to the people, it’s worth seeing.” It’s still however somewhat dubious considering Arnault places Camille in the wrong tumbril.

#happy deathday dantonists!! #camille desmoulins #fabre d’eglantine #pierre philippeaux #herault de sechelles #and everyone else who was executed tbh #yes even you unknown danish lawyer #french revolution #frev #frev compilation #george danton #danton #did i seriously forget to add a Danton tag…

[meluiloth]

LOTR Week Day 2: Legolas and Gimli

LOTR20 Day Two: Language . Culture . Beauty

Summary: Legolas and Gimli attend the Feast of Starlight. 891 words

In the deepening twilight, Greenwood the Great was alive with light, music, and festivity. All of Mirkwood Kingdom’s citizens had gathered in the spacious glade in the heart of the forest to commemorate the Feast of Starlight, and it was indeed a joyful celebration; lanterns of every shape, size, and color were strung from the mossy branches, and fireflies danced amidst the host of Elves feasting and laughing. The Elvenking had spared no expense—the most opulent decorations, the most delectable food, and the most ambrosial wine weighed down the long mahogany tables, and there was plenty of all of it.

It was all so magnificent, and so enjoyable, that Gimli the Dwarf could find nothing to complain about—a statement he was not shy about admitting to his good friend Legolas. Part of that could have been due to the large amount of Dorwinion wine he had consumed, which he never seemed to run out of praises for.

“I tell you, Legolas, this is the most splendid party I have ever had the pleasure of attending,” he announced, raising his goblet high in exultation. A handful of Elves around him laughed in agreement; though he was the only non-Elf present at the sacred feast, he was regarded as a guest of honor. After the War of the Ring had concluded, the age-old feud between Elves and Dwarves had shifted, becoming less about deep hatred and more about a friendly competition—mostly owing to the blooming friendship of Legolas and Gimli.

Legolas smiled and swirled the wine in his own glass contentedly; though he had drunk as much wine as Gimli, if not more, the effects of the alcohol did not touch him. “Indeed,” he answered. Looking around to admire the scene, he added, “It has been many years since the Feast of Starlight was last held outdoors—the world had been too dangerous. It is good now to experience the stars the way we were meant to, is it not?”

“Aye,” Gimli agreed. He realized that he had never seen them quite the way Legolas had, having spent the better part of his life underground, with several feet of stone between him and the sky above. The stars hung in the sky like globes of firelit silver; as he studied them, he wondered if he could somehow recreate their magnificence in fine mithril sculpture, pay homage to the gentle silver celestials. “They really are enchanting.”

“But look,” Legolas said, “the best part has not yet begun!”

He stretched out his hand and pointed to his father, King Thranduil, who stood and addressed the crowd. His robes were silver and glistened with diamonds and rubies, and the crown upon his head was of entwined autumn leaves; he looked the very image of a starlit king, regal and merry.

“My people, and welcome guests,” he announced, “It is my honor to provide for such a sacred occasion as this, where we remember and revere the stars we were born under. It has been many a year since we have been able to feel such joy in our celebration, and I know we shall all savor the peace of this Age, however long it lasts.”

As soon as he finished, he resumed his seat, but waved a silver-clad hand ceremoniously. One by one, the lights all around began to blink out, leaving the whole host in darkness save for the light of the stars, silver and soft on the heads of the people.

Gimli watched in anticipation for what would come next, but he also felt tranquility settling into him; here in the moon and starlight, he felt the gentle pull of sleep tugging at his subconscious, the peace that came with the night.

After several moments, he turned to Legolas and opened his mouth to ask, ‘Is that all?’, but before he could speak a sharp whistle pierced the silence, strange and sudden. It was followed by several more sounds of the same nature, like arrows shooting into the sky—and when Gimli looked up, the sky suddenly exploded into bright blooms of color, in every shade—red, gold, silver, green, blue, even purple, and the Elves cheered in delight.

“Those are Dwarven fireworks!” Gimli exclaimed, his clever eyes sparkling as he watched the fireworks explode into hundreds of glittering fractals.

“They are!” Legolas confirmed proudly. “My father had them specially ordered for the occasion. Do you like them?”

Gimli laughed. “Very much, lad—simply exquisite!”

Legolas beamed, his fair face illuminated by the bursts of light from above. “I am glad you came with me, my friend,” he said, putting an arm around Gimli’s shoulder.

“As am I,” Gimli said, clapping him on the back. “It is a great honor to be invited to such a magnificent party. After this, I must have you as the guest of honor to the greatest holiday of the Dwarves, Reclamation Day; it is in honor of the return of Thorin, King-under-the-Mountain, and is approaching soon. If you’d like to, of course.”

“Of course,” Legolas replied. “It would be my pleasure.”

And they shared another bottle of wine as the Elves broke out into song, Legolas’s voice high and clear as he sang the words he knew well, and Gimli’s low and rough as he learned a melody he had never heard.

“A Elbereth Gilthoniel

Silivren penna míriel

O menel aglar elenath…”

Why is it that I seem to be most active at midnight??? Honestly, I don't know whether to be ashamed or impressed by myself.

Anyways, here is my submission for #lotrweek day 2, which is based around beauty, culture, and language! The first thing that came to mind when I thought of the beauty of sharing cultures was the friendship of Legolas and Gimli, so I decided to write about them. I really like how it turned out (and I think it fit the prompts a little better than my first one), so you'll have to tell me what you think of it!

taglist: @lotr20, @frodothefair, @lanthanum12, @unethicallypleistocene, @acornsandoaktrees

#lotrweek #lord of the rings #my writing #fanfic #lotr20 #legolas greenleaf #gimli son of gloin #day 2 #fandom event

[cinyemina]

Analyzing Lee Jinsung/Zack Lee

"A strong fighter is not one who always wins, but one who stands after defeat”

introduction:

Do not repost, or copy my analysis without my permission. I’ve poured my heart and soul into it. 

I've seen many people write analysis on characters like Gimyung, Jiho, Shinwoo or Johan, but I've never seen one about Jinsung, so I decided to write this to break down his personality and elaborate his character development.

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i. fighting prowess:

ii. design:

Without a doubt, Jinsung is one of the most beautiful characters of Lookism, especially with his hair down. He has a very good fashion sense, paying attention to his looks when it comes to outshining his peers. He tends to wear gray scale colored brand clothing. On several occasions, he has worn earrings. Jinsung has a serious resting face, with sharp glaring eyes, which in turn, easily intimidates those who look at him. He only occasionally smiles, and this typically takes place either when he is with Mijin or when he is fighting someone of great strength and beating them. When he’s extremely sincere in a fight, his eye is drawn glowing sky blue.

I don’t have much to write in this section, but I just wanted to point out how beautifully he was drawn, especially in the God Dog arc.

iii. bullying and redemption

TW: Mention of bullying and rape

1. It is stated that he saved Yohan/Johan from getting bullied several times in the past, when they were in elementary and middle school. This involved severely beating up the bullies.

Jisnung was kind-hearted despite his bad manners and extreme imprudence even before meeting Hyungseok. He assisted Mira and Yohan in numerous circumstances relating to their pasts, such as rushing Mijin to the hospital (episode and 94) and protecting Yohan from bullies, but this kind of generosity was largely reserved for those who were close to him.

2. In the beginning, he had a pretty rocky relationship with Hyungseok/Daniel. When Little Hyungseok, who was trying to start over after transferring schools, approached him and Mijin, he thought that he was harassing Mijin and beat him up. He went to a convenience store where Hyungseok worked at night to buy alcohol and cigarettes. He beat up Hyungseok, bought some cigarettes and alcohol, and then he left. Even so, he proudly boasted about it again the following day at school and punched Big Hyungseok, who was attempting to stop him out of a fit of rage.

3. He engaged in a fight with Big Hyungseok but was unable to hit Hyungseok's perfect body with even one effective blow and kept missing. Finally, Hyungseok delivered a body blow, ending the fight.

In the Cult Arc, it was revealed that Jinsung was regarded as the strongest student at his middle school (episode 133). This significantly boosted his ego, which when combined with his extremely short fuse and bad temper, was the primary cause of the majority, if not all, of his fights as well as the aggression he showed toward the helpless.

4. He kept his word to Mijin/Mira and didn't react when getting bullied by the bullies who got into a fight in the "Deviation" episode. He appeared to have at least partially realized that bullying is bad because it appeared that what he was facing now was similar to what he did in the past. 

5. He said, "Hey, you guys, don't bully him," to the group of Jin Hobin/Vin who were attempting to harass Jiho. Hobin and Jiho were taken aback by the words.

6. He asked Namsoo to buy some sneakers from Craigslist, but Namsoo accepted it as an order even though he smiled and spoke kindly (because of his past as a bully). Because of that, Namsoo begged sellers to sell cheaply, not daring to say that the money Jinsunng gave him was quite less. Namsoo traded the sneakers, but it was a scam, and he was robbed of his money and even beaten up. In response, Jinsung went to the swindlers with Hyungseok, saying that he will get his money back, and Vasco, who heard everything about the scam, followed along. He was initially injured in a surprise attack, but he held out until the end because Mijin was watching and single-handedly defeated the three imposters.  

7. He helped Jiho and also regarded Jiho as a friend.

8. Jinsung suffered arm and rib injuries while battling Zeus to prevent Mijin from being raped. Assistant Instructor Won Bin, who had recently lost his teeth due to being struck in the face by Zeus, crawled on the ground at this point and caught Zeus by the ankles, startling him. When the students, who were making fun of Won Bin because he was ugly while Zeus was handsome, said, "Won Bin is the criminal," Jinsung became enraged, told them to keep quiet, and bowed down to Won Bin to show respect as he was being taken to the hospital.  

9. While being beaten by Shin Daehoon, he thought back to the time he beat Park Hyungseok by himself the other day, confessing, "I was like that." and feeling regret for his past deeds.

10. Jinsung was suspicious when little Hyungseok came to school instead of big Hyungseok due to body mix up. Of course, he did not doubt that he has two bodies, but he suspected that Little Hyungseok was being bullied by Big Hyungseok. Then, when Taeseong/Logan started a fight with Hyungseok again, he saved Hyungseok.

Jinsung gradually changed after meeting Hyungseok. He had to maintain his composure in the face of those making fun of him because he had promised his Mijin not to fight, and in doing so, he discovered what it was like for his own victims. He began to stop bothering those under him after realizing his immature empowerment actions were wrong (episode 19), and he was even shown to be remorseful. Although his friends made comments about this behavior, Zack didn't find it to be particularly bothersome to waste time picking on others. His tolerance allowed him to mature impressively in a short amount of time.

When someone tried to annoy him, he would try to reason with them instead of getting into a fight. In terms of how he treated other people, he would reprimand them for unfair behavior but tried to control it before it escalated to violence. Even though there was nothing to apologize for, he kept his cool. This is because he doesn't want to physically fight people and cause them to think he's weak-willed, which would make Mijin unhappy.

iv. guilt

1 . He has helped Jiho countless times, but he felt that it was his fault that Jiho ended up going in the wrong path, ending up etc. He also grieved Jiho’s death and felt that he could’ve done more to help Jiho learn the correct path.

2. Youngmi Heo/Jasmine Huh sold paraphernalia using Mijin’s picture to pretend to be her. Jisnung was able to catch Youngmi and he threatened her to never show her face around him and after that she ran away from home and joined Hostel A.  

Jinsung went to find Youngmi after her father told him he missed her. Jinsung felt guilty because he thought that Youngmi ran away because he threatened her. He was able to find her and ordered her to come with him, but she refused saying her father sexually assaulted her. Jinsung decided to let her go a second time. It was only after that he realized that she lied again.

After all the incidents, he went to visit Yohan’s mother in the hospital. When Yohan's mother asked Jinsung to tell Yohan that she wanted to see Yohan. He vowed that he will bring him back so that he doesn't become like Wang Ohchun/Olly, who committed suicide. In this case, Jinsung also blamed himself and felt guilt, and was strongly determined not to let any incident like Ohchun’s suicide happen again.

It was stated that he went looking for Yohan and Youngmi every morning.

In the end, he found Yohan and told him to go back to his mom. Johan refused, smiling bitterly. Jinsung claimed that he was going to force Yohan. In the end, he started fighting with Yohan. Even though Jinsung was able to put up a good fight, he held back a little because he was aware of Yohn’s eye condition. 

Jisnung eventually decided to help Yohan, who wants to take revenge on Gun.

Here, we can see that Jinsung feels that he has a huge responsibility in helping his acquaintances. Being unable to do that makes him feel regret. This can also be linked to his past as a bully, since he used to prey on these kinds of people. This makes Jinsung's character much more humane, as it beautifully overlaps with his redemption.

v. love and jealousy for mijin

1. During lunch time, when Lee Taesung/Logan’s right-hand man, Jegal Gong, was looking for something to make him fight with someone in order to show off Taesung's power to the whole school, he pushed Jinsung, who was passing by, to spill side dishes on Taesung's clothes. Of course, Taesung, who was angry at this, almost got into a fight, but when Mijin persuaded Jinsung not to fight, he apologized to Lee Taesung but when Taesung poured soybean paste soup on Mijin's head as revenge, Jinsung became enraged and a fight broke out. 

2. He told Vasco to be 'gentle and fast' and to be 'kind but manly' when he was asked for dating advice.

3. He went on a date with Mijin and was surprised to see a child with her. He thought it was her child and started assuring her about how he was going to be there to support her. After hearing Mijin’s explanation on how she found the girl alone in a restaurant, Jinsung decided to help her.  

4. When he found out that his classmate, Heo Youngmi, was selling stockings by stealing Mi-jin's picture, he robbed the stocking buyer and warned Youngmi.

5. While on a train trip to Cheongryang with his friends, there was a bit of a fight with local gangsters on the train, but they still arrived in Cheongryang without much problems. He promised Mijin that he will shave his head if he fights one more time, but he got into a fight with Cheongryang-fam, so he later shaved his head.

It has been shown numerous times in the whole series that Jinsung has romantic feelings for Mijin. Many of the fights in early Lookism occurred because Jinsung wanted to protect Mijin. He has an urge to prove that he is the best to her, which was clearly demonstrated in sports day of J High. Jinsung was unable to beat Hyungseok in almost every sport because Hyungseok had a perfect body. However he was able to catch Mijin’s phone from falling from the ground even before Hyungseok could. 

From the redemption section, we can already see that Mijin played a huge and prominent role in Jinsung's redemption. Jinsung decided to stop fighting because of Mijin but he could never tolerate anyone harassing her and he would break his promise in that case.

He was always shown to be jealous when anyone seemed to like her, or make comments on her. When they were young, Jinsung was jealous because Yohan had feelings for Mijin.

vi. pride and ego

In the God Dog arc, he started his training in boxing again. While reminiscing at this time, he argued with his boxing director, saying that he wanted to become a pro, but his boxing teacher said that he had emotions in his punches and told him that he wouldn’t teach him unless he removed those emotions. According to his boxing teacher, he was born with the talent of boxing, and has learnt everything. So, his boxing teacher decided a training routine for him that involved jumping ropes and jogging, so he would get a stronger lower body. 

He was shamed by a few of God Dog’s members (who were in the same gym) for jumping ropes. At this point, Jinsung calmly replied by saying that he wasn’t an amateur boxer, but he was a pro. Afterwards, Kwon Seungryong threw a glove at Jinsung and sarcastically said, "Teach an amateur a lesson. Pro." Jinsung refused, saying that he needs to get rid of the emotions in his punches. At this time, the boxing teacher came and saw him patiently enduring ridicule from his juniors and Seungryong. After getting approval from the teacher, he climbed into the ring and the match between the two began.

Afterwards, Jinsung effortlessly dodged all of Seungryong's punches and was driven into a corner, however, Jingung was able to defeat Seungryong due to having a strong lower body. After that, he went to jog again, but Kwon Seungryong, who came to retaliate with a group of God Dog, Then Jinsung said, "I don't fight unless it's on the ring. Cause I'm a pro. No, I don't 'fight' outside. I beat you to death." Saying that, he easily brushed off Kwon Seungryong and God Dog. Afterwards, Kwon Seungryong said, "I remember you now. You came in second place in that middle school boxing tournament. You're Zach Lee." He also revealed the fact that the head of God Dog was Seong Yohan.

Afterwards, he saved Yohan from getting his teeth pulled out by Gun and asked Yohan "Are you okay?". He introduced himself as the guy who beats up anyone who bullies Johan since their childhood to Gun. Jinsung prepared to fight Gun, as he was 'bullying' Yohan. Gun was impressed by Jinsung's strong lower body, his flexibility and speed. Jinsung ignored Gun's praise and almost hit Gun with a follow-up hit, but he was counterattacked and was about to get hit when Vasco and Hyungseok rushed in and helped.  The situation ended when Gun decided to resign.

Even at school, Jinsung continued to train his body. At this time, he showed signs of reflecting on what he had done in the past.

From this section, we can see that Jinsung paused boxing after he became second in Middle School Boxing. Boxing was his passion, that was hugely tangled with his pride. After losing to Yohan, he gave up on his hobby, but still maintained a confident and strong attitude about his fighting ability. This showed us that he was sensitive about his fighting skills, and he refused to show anyone his vulnerable side.

vii. depression

Jinsung immediately rushed with his bicycle to Club Vivi after Kim Gimyung called him and said that Hyungseok was in danger. After he arrived there, he and Vasco had to fight Yohan to get into the club. When Jang Hyun/Eli tried to intervene, Jinsung grabbed Yohan's foot and told the others to go in and he'll take care of Yohan.

Jinsung was defeated by Yohan and passed out. And after everything was over, he decided to help Johan, but he blamed himself for not doing anything, lamenting his situation. After that, he clutched his chest and sobbed, and entered Heat Mode.

In the Summit Arc, where the four major crews were gathered, Jinsung came to save Yohan. He said that he was weak but he was going to try and save Yohan. Later, Mandeok, who was asked by Yoojin to deal with Hyeongseok, knocked Jinsung to the floor. However, Jinsung got up and stood behind Mandeok to stop him and complained how he never won any fight (which wasn't true, but we can assume that he was talking about his recent fights) but his boxing instructor said that he was a genius and was full of talent.  After Mandeok punched him again, Jinsung asked if he really was a boxer. He was ignored and punched again but he got up and complained about his boxing. He got punched in the side of his face and flew away. However, he suddenly rotated his body and threw a punch at Mandeok. Hyungseok was surprised by this because he saw his body do that in the ultra instinct state but Jinsung never witnessed that.

In response, Yoojin became interested in Jinsung, and when Mandeok asked him his name, Jinsung said, "Me? Lee Jinsung." and prepared to fight properly.

Mandeok hit him again, but Jinsung didn't show much reaction and asked why he kept hitting him with just that. Mandeok punched him, but Jinsung landed an uppercut at the same time. Then, he grabbed Mandeok's arm by his armpit and punched him in the head. When Mandeok hesitated, he grabbed him by the back of the head and headbutted him, saying that boxing is done with the head. Mandeok punched him in the chin and he flew away, but he stepped on the blind Yohan's face and blew Mandeok's head with a bang and said, "Fuck the pride. I won't lose anymore." 

Later, Jinsung asked Yohan if his eyes were okay. Then, Yohan said thank you and said he would repay the debt by allying with Jinsung, Hyungseok, Burn Knuckles and Hostel.

Afterwards, Jinsung asked Hyeongseok, who came to school, what conversation he had with Yoojin that day and why he disappeared with Ilhaehoe. However, Hyungseok hesitated and did not answer. When Park Haneul informed him that the teacher was calling, Hyungseok apologized and went to the principal's office, saying that he will explain soon. Because of Hyungseok's suspicious attitude, Jinsung looked at him with meaningful eyes.

Following Beomjae's strategy, he and Beomjae infiltrated an entertainment establishment in Gangbuk as guests. However, when he learnt that some minor girls were somewhat forced to work there, he became furious and overturned Beomjae's plan and beat down all Gangbuk thugs who look after the establishment, saying that he won't lose anymore. Beomjae, who saw it, monologued that it was more complete than before, and that it was like watching Yohan fight.

Jinsung asked the gangsters where Ansan Public is stationed, but the gangsters said they didn’t know. Then, Choi Changwon, who seems to have come to raid the business, appeared and started fighting, but Jinsung confronted Changwon.

Observing Changwon's posture, Jinsung noticed that kickboxing was his base, prepared for kickboxing and tried to attack with a custom tactic, but was halfway trampled by Changwon's irregular tattoo pen attack and lost with a knee kick to the face. Jinsung's facial expression at this time was the same as the crying face right before entering the body heating state in the 3rd affiliate arc, and the monologue said that his body was becoming hot.

After that, he fainted and woke up and lamented that he lost again, and when he saw Vasco crying as he hugged Beom Jae, who had been hacked up by the tattoo pen, he blamed himself for losing, and searched all the businesses in Gangbuk to find Ansan public. He found Jaehee and challenged him to a fight, but he lost mercilessly and despaired.

After that, he went looking for Changwon when he encountered Jaehee. Jaehee tried to irritate Jinsung by saying that it was okay to lose and it was easy to give up and Jinsung became enraged and started a fight. Jaehee commented that he was stronger than Changwon. Jinsung was seemingly defeated when his body heat activated. Jisnung clinched Jaehee and bit his ear, and in the monologue, Jinsung said he would show Jaehee what boxing is. Jinsung stuck Jaehee in a car, and punched him repeatedly. Then Jinsung said “Winning is a damn tough thing to do. You said you were stronger than that guy, right? Then since I won against you, I didn’t lose today.” and he monologued “ I caught up to others too. It’s for real now.”

Afterwards, Jinsung hit Taesoo Ma using a chain with a pivot blow. He said “I picked this up on the way. But it’s pretty useful. I look like a real boxer now.” The situation ended when Lee Jihoon came and defeated Taesoo.

Later, he was seen eating Haejangguk at a restaurant, feeling ashamed of his disastrous record at the 2nd affiliate and his own talent. The lady at the soup restaurant asked where he got hit, and no matter how he explained it, the lady claimed that it looked like he was beaten one-sidedly, which made it even more miserable for JInsung. He didn’t even shed tears, as if he's used to losing now. While eating soup, he meets Ma Cho-il and Ji-gong.

While talking with Cho-il and Ji-gong, he was surprised to hear that Cho-il and Ji-gong used to fight before. Then, following the advice of Ji-gong, he went to Daeho Temple in Daeho Mountain. He begged Ji Gongseop to teach him how to fight, and he received instruction, but was cheated into doing chores.

Still continuing to clean the courthouse, he got angry at Gongseop for not teaching him how to fight and just playing him. He threw punches with all his might, but there was no damage at all, and Gongseop told him to go down the mountain because he only needed to clean the courtroom. Then Jisnung said that he wanted to learn because he had never won properly. Those words moved Gongseop's heart, and he decided to teach Jinsung.

It is pretty clear that Jinsung's depression has triggered him to get into heat mode several times. At this stage, he's pretty crazy too, except he lacks excitement and a maniac smile, unlike Hyungseok and Seongeon. He has said things like boxing is done with the head and that fighting with chains is proper boxing countless times during this phase.

vii. reformation and strenghtening

In episode 411, Gongseop finally came out with the teachings including the transfer of the realm. As much as he learned directly from the first-generation king, Jinsung became greatly stronger. At this time, the narration described him as a boxer rather than a dirty boxer after a long time. It may have been that he regained his pride because he was taught by Ji Gong-seop that 'the important thing for a boxer is not winning'. However, even when he fought Kenta, he just came out as a boxer, so maybe he just put it in.

In episode 423, he finally showed up. After being ordered by Mandeok to burn down Big Deal Street, Kenta Magami threw a lighter on the greasy street, and Jinsung snatched the lighter and held it in his hand.

In episode 424, it was shown that he succeeded in growing up while being trained under Gongseop and completely overcoming the slump. According to Gongseop's comment, as Jinsung’s boxing instructor said, Jinsung’s specs were certainly high, but his excessive entanglement in the shock of defeat prevented him from exerting his full strength. In other words, he was trapped in a vicious cycle of 'I was defeated - I was caught up in this defeat and couldn't fight properly - and because of that, I lost again'. In a way, it was natural that even Seongeon and Hyun risked their lives against the first-generation king to barely reach the level, but Lee Jin-seong also reached the level or just below it in a month at the longest. In other words, in terms of level, he had already reached a level similar to them, but he was entangled in his defeat slump and couldn't exert his strength. 

Jinsung received Kenta’s attack and subdued it with a single blow. After that, he quickly approached Mandeok , who was fighting Vasco, and even knocked him down once by feeding him a series of attacks. Even in episode 425, Mandeok's power-packed punches were easily blocked and continued to give critical hits, but when Mandeok used capoeira, Jinsung was pushed against the wall. However, there was no sign of blood splattering while the wall was being smashed, and it showed a crazy toughness to stop it again . After that, the confrontation with Mandeok was canceled due to the appearance of Gun. Soon after, Jihoon, who was brought by Yoojin, appeared and had a confrontation with Hyung-seok and Vasco.

The moment Jihoon evaded Vasco's compression low kick, Jinsung tried to hit it with a punch, but failed, and Hyungseok and Vasco slammed into the floor or wall, but Jinsung was the only one who endured it. After that, looking at Jihoon, he thought of him as a mountain to overcome and fought again, but was fooled by an invisible attack.

His personality appears to be calmer than after receiving Gongseop's training.  In particular, when Park Hyeongseok recruited Ahn Hyunseong into the Allied Crew, he was very reluctant, but in order to prevent a large force, he briefly set aside his past bad ties.  If Jinsung were still the same as he was in the past, he might have managed without any of that.

ix. flaws

He has a very rough personality, so he has a strong tendency to resolve his intentions through fighting, whether it's good or bad. In fact, Kim Mijin/Mira acts as a brake for Jinsung.

When they first met, he assaulted Hyungseok in the street. Later, when they ran into each other at the convenience store while he was buying alcohol and cigarettes, he assaulted him once more. His friends even took pictures of his genitalia and silenced him. 

It should be taken into account that Hyeongseok in the beginning of the series also appeared as a strange character who monologues that he was happy to be regarded as a friend among the people who harassed him. In other words, it was a ridiculous representation in which the victim of school violence thought and perceived the perspective of the offender. 

x. thinking and intitution

Throughout the series, it was clear that Jinsung wants to be self-reliant, to prove his strength and resist weakness, to be important in his world, to dominate the environment, and to stay in control of the situation. For example in the God Dog arc, Hyungseok said "Don't hurt Zack" and Vasco said "Power exists for the weak" and Jinsung immediately got embarrassed and angry at that because he believed that he doesn't need any other people's help.

He wants to keep the environment, and especially other people, from hurting those he care about (Mijin, Yohan). From an early age, he understands that this requires strength, will, persistence, and endurance—qualities that he developed in himself. He prided himself and his talent in fighting and bragged about it quite a lot.

His basic desire and fear revolves around the security of people he loves. He always protected Mijin from any danger and he got involved in gangs to protect Yohan. The more he built up his ego in order to protect, the more sensitive he became to any real or imaginary slight to their self-respect, authority, or preeminence. 

As the series progressed and his opponents got stronger, Jinsung became more desperate. He went on trying different methods and changing his mindset to win in the fights, but he kept losing. Jinsung became depressed and kept saying how he never won a fight, ignoring his previous records.

In the beginning of the series, he never wanted anyone, especially Mijin, to witness his vulnerable side, which was mostly losing in fights. He wanted to prove that he was capable to the people he wanted to protect. When his depression phase started, his sensitivity and vulnerability got more exposed to his friends. But he realized that his friends were stronger than him and were capable of protecting themselves, which hugely contradicted his pride and his urge to be self-reliant.

Now that he's calm and stronger after receiving training from Gongseop, he has regained his self confidence. He doesn't feel the need to prove anything to anyone anymore, for he knows that he's capable and strong. Winning is not the biggest factor to him right now.

xi. quotes:

Quotes about Jisnung from other characters:

“Lead the way, thug specialist.”

Hyungseok to Jinsung in chapter 226

“When he came back and said he wanted to wear the gloves again… I was worried. How was I supposed to train him? Because there was… nothing left… to teach! He was already… full of talent! ”

-Jinsung’s boxing teacher in chapter 207

“This guy is.. beyond complete.”

-Jinsung’s boxing teacher in chapter 300

“How about you, kid? You interested? You look better than your friend over there. Talent is one thing… but you’re a go-getter too.”

-Gun in chapter 212

“I did see it. I saw the light in him. It’s up to him to catch. If I do it for him, it’s meaningless. You’ll be having doubts on yourself. But you have to remember it. On that day, when you were next to Johan Seong, I acknowledged you too.”

-Gun in chapter 363

Notable quotes of Jisnung:

“I’m gonna end you. Kill or be killed.”

Jinsung to Taeseong in chapter 126

“Yeah, well… you’re right. I have no excuses. But… you… never thought of us as friends either, did you? Did you even interact with us… before calculating the benefits beforehand? If you’re a friend… try to be more honest with yourself.”

Jinsung to Jiho in chapter 166

“I don’t know any amateur boxers. I’m a pro.”

Jinsung to God Dog in chapter 206 

“Put your headgear on… you amateur.”

Jinsung to Seungryong in chapter 206

“Me? I’m the one who beats up… any one who bullies Johan… or as long as I can remember, Johan.  Did this guy bully you?”

Jinsung to Yohan in chapter 212

“You need thugs… to fight other thugs. I’m the thug specialist… you see. Thanks for bringing me back to my old days.”

Jinsung to Hyungseok in chapter 226

“I’ll lend you my experience to pair with your talent… so show those bastards… exactly… what a duo is.”

Jinsung to Hyungseok in chapter 226

“This is what I truly love. Mira may have taught me boxing, but I like boxing itself now. So, don’t copy me. You’re not even interested in boxing, but I am. All things I’ve earned with hard work, don’t you dare take it away at once like that.”

Jinsung in chapter 272

“Something you cannot copy, because your body is perfect.  My lethal move, that belongs to me only. The pride of a boxer.”

Jinsung in chapter 272

"I thought about it a lot. How can I win? How can I stop losing? The answer was damn simple. I just had to forget about all the things that eat me away."

“I was not a genius. Thank God I am not. Since I’m not a genius, it doesn’t matter if I lose. I can just try harder until I can become one. Now that I put everything down, I can give it all I’ve got.”

Jinsung in chapter 273

“Get rid of positive thinking. Put some emotions in my attacks. Throw away my pride. What is boxing? Boxing is about winning.”

Jinsung in chapter 351

“In boxing… you fight with your head.”

Jisnung in chapter 352

“Screw pride. I’m done losing.”

Jinsung in chapter 352

“I’m zack Lee, a classic boxer.”

Jinsung in chapter 384 (said this while hiding a chain behind him)

“I’ve never properly won a fight. You said I was already strong… yet I’ve never been able to win. Not even -once.”

Jinsung in chapter 404

“I no longer fear the storm for all I need to do is not get wet.”

-Jinsung

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Conclusion:

To be honest, analyzing Jinsung was difficult because different events, people and aspects brought out different sides of him. Regardless of that, I think he had one of the best character developments in the series, even though his depression phase was a mess.

recommended:

Analyzing Lee Jinsung/Zack Lee’s Fighting Prowess (part of this analysis that was too big so I had to post it separately)

also read:

Analyzing Kim Gimyung/Jake Kim

#lee jinsung #zack lee #manhwa #lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #lookism spoilers #park tae joon #ptj #daniel park #park hyungseok #hyungseok park #kim mijin #jinjin #character analysis #analysis #seong yohan #johan seong #cinycesum-fan-stuffs

[raayllum]

So we've seen Rayla in S4 now, and she looks great! However, making her hairstyle look almost exactly like Sarai's seems VERY deliberate, do you think it will have some kind of purpose? Like symbolism? Cause I can already imagine scenes with Callum or even VIREN noticing the resemblance.

Honestly my reaction to seeing Rayla’s hairstyle in the trailer and just how similar it is to Sarai’s was

with a few more tears. I’ve written about Rayllum and Harrai’s parallels before (like ages ago because this meta was written a few months after S2 came out and months before S3 was released) and I’ve kinda been wanting to do a little update (and I feel like I’ll do another post-S4 since Harrai-Rayllum parallels truly are my favourite in the “Rayllum paralleling all the married couples” trend TDP delivers to us). I don’t think there will be anything overt pointed out appearance wise, but I do think the narrative is heading towards ramping those parallels up in interesting ways

Which is all a fancy way of saying that both Rayla and Callum have had strong parallels to Harrow and Sarai; for Callum, it’s Harrow’s search for fairness and for Rayla his belief in paying the price. For Callum, it’s his mother’s compassion and questioning what a monster is, and for Rayla, the willingness to stand with him even when she disagrees. There are more similarities (and differences) of course, but these are some of the main ones to me

Screencap compilation post relating to the similarities with updated S4 info / screencaps here, but I find it particularly interesting in regards to the pictures Callum has hung up in his study too

At first glance, the picture of Sarai from 1x07 and Rayla from 2x07 doesn’t seem that odd; of course he’d want to hold people he’s lost close to him. But uh: where’s Harrow, if that’s the case? Why just these two in particular, both drawings Callum did while reflecting on loss and fear?

C: When you were down there under the ice, I was so scared. I thought I was going to lose you the way we lost her. But somehow you made it, and I can’t help but feel that maybe she was watching over us.

//

He still couldn’t believe she had left. His palms were sweating and his chest felt tight. What if she didn’t come back? Could he and Ezran and Bait really manage to get Zym to Xadia? […] “Maybe there is something I can do,” Callum said. “Ezran, you stay here. Protect Bait and Zym. Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon—with Rayla.” (Book Two: Sky novelization)

One of the core things about Rayla and Callum is that they do their best to break the cycle of their parents’ heartbreak, but with varying degrees of success. But just as Rayla is repeating some of Runaan and Ethari’s more damaging cycles by leaving in TTM, I wouldn’t be surprised if Callum repeats some of Harrow’s regarding Sarai in S4. This is for a few different reasons.

1) Viren and Avizandum being paralleled in the S4 intro. While there’s one half of the symbolism of Viren fearing losing his child (Claudia) due to the folly of his own actions, that’s only one half of the symbolism available here. The other half of the symbolism is why Avizandum died in the first place: for revenge. We know that Harrow and Callum both hate Avizandum for Sarai’s death and that previously, Callum thought Viren was dead. However, if he hates the dragon king for “taking” his mother from him and now taking Rayla away from him twice (once due to her own paranoia, now being taken captive or perceived to be dead), that would absolutely be enough to send him off the edge and to possibly want revenge / do something shady, as we’ve already seen from parallels with 2x07-3x06. 

While it doesn’t show up subtitle wise in the show, you can faintly hear Sarai yelling “No!” as her spear is thrown into Avizandum’s chest in 3x06, which is a lovely little parallel to Ezran’s 

Only for the irony to be perhaps be that it isn’t Viren’s fault this time, but Aaravos / Claudia’s, not that that would matter to Callum by that point (or for the narrative symmetry of his goal, anyway)

2) Why Sarai died and how S4 could implement it. Sarai died for two main reasons: a decision Harrow made that she disapproved of but went along with in search of a powerful magic object, and because of her commitment to Viren (in saving his life). We have already seen some of this play out in contrast with Rayla. Rayla almost died getting a magical object for Callum against her better judgement in 1x04 (the Key). Rayla has likewise put herself in major danger due to her commitment to Viren, although instead of saving his life, she was/is determined to kill him once and for all

3) Mistakes, regret, and reconciliation. This is where the “went along with it anyway” could come from, perhaps. I’ve long posited that my “Callum exchanges the cube for Rayla’s life” theory has merit because of how well it would structurally parallel 1x04. We know that Rayla can’t be wholly right / rewarded for her behaviour even though she was right, in a way, that Viren was alive, so she has to have something go hella wrong (which would likely be Callum putting himself in danger on her behalf). However, if we layer the Harrai parallels on top of it, we get an even more complex narrative parallel. 

Just as Rayla was put in danger inadvertently for something she reluctantly agreed to in 1x04, and as the same happened and killed Sarai in the magma titan mission in 2x06, we could see that structure rear its head again in S4, with Rayla, guilty and trying to make up for it, being unwilling to let Callum take a risk on his own even if she disapproves (perhaps pursuing magic or answers about the cube beyond what’s wise). This could lead to her being in danger / taken, leading Callum to not only regret some of the anger he’s held towards her but that his own pursuits put her in danger, again, and swearing to do whatever it takes to get her back / avenge her in his own way

After all...

Tell me she wasn’t your world. 

(Misc thoughts: and if the fandom is right in speculating that 4x03  “Breathtaking” ends with Rayla showing up in Katolis as a cliffhanger, not only does that link back to 2x09 “Breathe” in which Rayla and Sarai are most overtly paralleled to one another, Sarai also had her last breath literally taken, and the whole thing would just be chef’s kiss, especially when Rayla and Sarai are arguably the two people we’ve seen disapprove of but ultimately forgive dark magic for the most)

#rayllum #harrai #s4 speculation #thanks for asking #gigifreaks #tdp meta #tdp #the dragon prince #predictions #me looking tdp dead in the eye like 'you Will reveal your Secrets to me i swear to christ' #while getting increasingly more deranged #viren avizandum theory #cube hostage exchange theory #analysis series #analysis #i really thought this was gonna be a short meta i was a fool #i think that's everything but i am sleepy so i may be forgetting something but #enjoy my lovelies #tin foil hat is fully on #it's moments and meta like these that make me go 'huh i actually am really quite smart thank you brain' and it is Lovely #parallels #arc 1 #arc 2 #s4 #s4 spoilers #tdp spoilers #the royal family of katolis #personal fave #it's like poetry it rhymes

[fortpeat]

not really a question but something I've had to get off of my chest regarding prapaisky for so long. I've seen people discuss how they felt that sky changed once he and Prapai became official. People mentioning how they missed the Sky that gave Pai a hard time; the sassy, no nonsense sky. And for a while I felt so invalidated because why could they not SEE that all that sass and that standoffish-ness, while definitely a part of Sky's personality, it was mostly a defence mechanism.

Sky was at a point in his recovery (he had had a lot of personal growth PRIOR to prapai's arrival in his life and we should definitely acknowledge that) where he had decided that to protect himself he would not be in a relationship. As much as it pains me, Gun was probably Sky's first love. Having your first love abuse you and your love, especially in the manner that Gun did, it ruins you. You can see how much Sky loves Gun, how soft and loving he is with Gun (that fucking bastard). You don't easily recover from that kind of hurt so Sky chose solitude to protect himself.

And then comes in P'Pai. Prapai is the opposite of Gun in all the ways that matter. Prapai worships Sky. Prapai loves Sky so much...i really could just keep going but in the interest of time I won't. Even with all that love being showered on Sky, you can still see the internal struggle of not being able to accept that love as true and without pain. Ep12 hurt me but it proved to Sky just how unwavering and true Prapai's love is.

After that, we really see sky open up: how cute they are when they are at the garage, asking for cuddles, telling prapai he misses him, telling prapai he wants nothing from him because he just wants prapai (my EMOTIONS)

He becomes soft again, loving, pouty(😭😭). The sass does NOT GO AWAY , IT'S STILL THERE but because it's no longer the defence mechanism it used to be, we don't see it as obviously as we did before. We finally get to see Sky at his happiest and what a sight it is ❤️

P. S.

I could honestly write essays about Sky and Prapai, they are so dear to me.

Im sorry but also not sorry that this is so long. If you happen to read it great but if you don't also great 💀

Bye and thank you for the prapaisky and fortpeat content. Its always nice to know you're not suffering brainrot alone 😭

Hey Nonnie ❤️

First things first you are always welcome to write essays about Prapaisky in my asks I am open to hear all of your thoughts about our precious boys.

Second YASSS I agree with every single thing you have stated here and I myself have preached multiple times that the Cold Mean boy you saw Sky as in the beginning in mainly a defense mechanism it's so clear deep down all the defences Sky is such a softie with a heart of gold. It's shown when he talks to rain outside the University at night and it's shown when Sky asks about Rain's growing feelings towards Payu. And then when it's time for Prapaisky episodes we see those defenses fall slowly fall away in Prapai's presence.

In Prapai's presence Sky felt safe and secure enough to let go of those walls and we truly see Sky as he is. Sky has always been sassy and a little bit meanie but now he's also loving and downright soft and warm and adorable 💕

#love in the air #prapaisky #asks are always appreciated

[henrysglock]

trying to gather up all my "what if henry and el had escaped HNL in 1979 rather than having the massacre" thoughts in one place:

El has never been outside the lab, and Henry seems to have been kept in the basement areas most of his life. Henry himself says "I'm going to find us a way out". The man was flying by the seat of his pants at that point. I'd give so much to see them finding their way out, really bring the "I became an explorer" line into play. Let Henry do a little psychic-skipping from person to person, a little of the psionic searching that we see him do briefly as a kid...almost like looking at security tapes to figure out where one is in relation to the exit. Staring directly at FNAF.

Henry seeing the open sky for the first time in 20 years. El seeing it for the first time in her life. She's never seen the sun in practice, only in theory.

Also, imagine being someone who works in the upstairs/DOE lab or who was visiting the lab for some reason?? Like...you're out on a smoke break, and you just see this bewildered-looking orderly with blood running down his neck burst out the back doors, an itty-bitty girl in a hospital gown peeking out from behind him. She barely comes up to his hip, and he looks unhinged enough to actually bite you if you tried to take her away. They regard you like spooked deer. You turn away, because here's something about the look on both their faces that make you feel like you ought to insist that you never saw them at all. You realize once they're gone that one of them stole your car keys, and you aren't sure which one it was.

Henry "had one driving lesson from Victor when he was 12 and nearly gave him a heart attack" Creel having a "zoomer of the party" moment taking out the lab gate with the car he stole from the above guy. Tod-father moment. Please and thank you. El's in the passenger seat, distracted by the outdoors.

The escape attempt happened on September 8th, and from Brenner's flashback it looks like it was really nice out. That is to say...much nicer than the basement interior. El, born into the artificial cold of the upper lab and kept in the artificial cold of the basement, being out in sunny, breezy 75ºF weather for the first time. Henry, essentially in the same situation, being ambiently warm for the first time since 1958 (he never made it past March, 1959, and March is cold).

Henry "vaguely remembers where the old house was" Creel trying to figure out the streets of Hawkins, which has expanded since the last time he was in it. He ditched the car by Lake Jordan, too conspicuous with its crunched-in front.

El's only 8, and it's been such a long day. The sun is setting, and she's tired. Henry in his undershirt/white t-shirt, El wrapped up in his button-down. She's conked out, fast asleep on his shoulder by the time they make it to the old Creel house. It's filthy, a complete disaster, but no one has lived there in 20 years. If the lights stay off and the front door stays boarded, who's going to check inside?

Also re: the Creel house...almost all the rooms have fireplaces. The midwest gets cold at night in the fall. I offer: Henry and El by a fireplace in a room on the upper floor/back side of the house with the vibes of a) Victor reading by the fire, and b) Holly asleep on Ted's lap. Thank you very much.

Henry "didn't get the chance to get his high school diploma" Creel returning to humanity's hunter-gatherer roots...and by that I mean using his powers to steal food/clothes/etc. Who's going to stop him, if the check-out guy never saw him at all? And either way, who makes people pay so much for basic necessities anyway? Henry "where others saw order, I saw a straitjacket" Creel in his be gay, do crime era. Henry "abuse the system right back" Creel serving pure ST1 El and the Eggos. Y'know...restoring balance to a broken ecosystem? A shoplifter, but for good.

Everything was left in the Creel house after the massacre. I propose: Henry in Victor's old clothes. Henry in cardigans please and thank you. He's just some guy. Also...El in Alice's old clothes. She shows up in that little yellow dress and Henry's like "Oh. This hurts more than I thought it was going to". Alongside that...El in Henry's old clothes. El in one of those snazzy little patterned button down t-shirts...please...(El being mistaken for a boy/being the spitting image of young Henry when she's wearing his old clothes...gough...)

El being enrolled in 5th grade and meeting the Party then. She's a staple in their group early on, but she and Mike never go through the weird superhero idolization stuff we see in ST canon. They're 10, she's just some weird girl to him. They're all fast friends, but it was Will who wanted to befriend her first. (The admin lady saw the proof of residence for El's enrollment and was like hm. Someone finally bought the old--Wait. That can't be right...Well. I don't get paid enough for this, actually.)

El telling Henry about the Party and their DnD obsession and Henry having to try to explain to her what an elf is based on 20 year old memories of reading The Hobbit with Victor (thus revealing himself as, indeed, a nerd).

Henry being very reluctant to participate in anything social…right up until he runs out of ways to entertain himself around the house. Henry realizing this is his chance to get back at all the kids who ostracized him in school by (figuratively) wiping the floor with them at PTA meetings. Henry “canonically has a Thing about getting even with people” Creel, who doesn’t know how to cook or bake, learning to do so specifically so he can put the PTA moms out of business. Turns out, vengeance is both very entertaining and very good bonding time. Henry "can't remember why raw cookie dough shouldn't be eaten" Creel and Eleanor "has never had cookie dough" Creel. The struggle is real.

Coincidentally that ^ happens to be how he reunites with Scott. Henry "disappeared for 20+ years only to come back with no explanations, a little girl who looks eerily similar to him, and a die-hard bloodthirsty vengeance against a handful of specific PTA parents" Creel is so real to me. Scott "it was totally political" Clarke is Extremely Here For It.

I have more but this is it for now, it's been sitting in my drafts for long enough!!

#henryposting #eleanor creel #headcanons #escaped in 1979 au #stranger things #long post

[shima-draws]

Please tell us more about your Izuku and Inuko AU!! Especially me since I haven’t watched Bee and Puppycat 💖

OMG YES OF COURSE thanks for giving me the opportunity to gush

Also well this is obvious but this does contain spoilers for BAPC even in an AU context so if you haven’t seen it and don’t want spoilers. Stop reading now :’)

BASICALLY it’s about Izuku, who is currently 22 and cannot hold down a job to save his life. This causes issues with him being able to pay rent on his apartment, so he’s kinda desperate for work. All of this changes when he suddenly encounters a strange puppy? Cat? Both?, who Izuku decides to take home with him after the puppycat literally fell out of the sky and bonked him on the head lmao

After Izuku fixes him up, he laments about his inability to get rent money. The puppycat (Todoroki, or Inuko, as he’s referred to in this AU), who is shown to be more than just a brainless pet, reveals that he’s connected with an agency that gives people temporary work—so basically, one day jobs that don’t require actual full time commitment in exchange for pay. Even more of a shock, he’s able to transport himself and Izuku to a place where they can get temporary work. This in turn leads them to doing many different kinds of jobs on various planets. Imagine like, Super Mario Galaxy-esque planets for this. They’re usually pretty small, have a breathable atmosphere, and host a bunch of different talking creatures. Izuku and Inuko take on a variety of jobs and help out tons of aliens, pretty much!

As far as I can tell with what’s been established within the BAPC universe, magic isn’t an out of place thing and the residents of the island that all the characters inhabit are used to weird things happening around them. Of course a lot of them question it if it’s especially weird, but most of them don’t bat an eye at Inuko’s appearance, or that he’s smarter than your average pet. It’s basically a world where magic, technology, and space travel are familiar, at least to the people living on the island.

Anyway, as things progress we learn several things:

Inuko can talk, but only Izuku (and some aliens) can understand him,

Inuko actually has a very tragic past—he was originally a space prince, but abandoned his kingdom and became an outlaw. He fell in love with the Space King’s daughter (different kingdom. Not his own lol) and agreed to run away with her, but she betrayed him and led him into a trap by the Space King and his warlocks. The device meant to capture him malfunctioned and transformed him into the puppycat we all know and love so much before he escaped. Inuko has told this story as more of a fairy tale to Izuku, who isn’t aware that it’s all true and accurate, so he doesn’t know Inuko’s true name is Shouto and that he’s a prince/outlaw,

Izuku is regarded as very immature despite his age (not in the manner of him acting like a child but him just being kind of ignorant about responsibility and taking on more adult points of view) but there’s actually a deeper reason for this,

Izuku’s apartment is basically more of a triplex that he shares with two other families, one of which he grew up closely with. (I haven’t yet decided who each character is within the family yet.) Izuku is especially close to Rody, and they both kind of have a crush on each other?,

Izuku’s father is not present, but is shown to have been very close with him when Izuku was younger. It’s also stated several times that he’s a brilliant inventor. Izuku has a lot of strange magical contraptions in his apartment (and around the island) that were most likely invented by his father. Izuku’s mother is never mentioned,

During several of their temp jobs, Izuku and Inuko are attacked by enormous black hands with no visible body attached to them. They are later revealed to be connected to the warlocks responsible for Inuko’s transformation, who have been hunting Inuko down since his escape,

During a battle with several of these hands, Izuku is torn apart and is revealed to be part cyborg, made up of an assortment of robotic parts. Izuku was aware of this beforehand, but Inuko and Rody were not, so it came as a shock to them. Things start to make more sense: Why Izuku lacks the maturity he should have at his age (if that age is even accurate), the connection he has to his father (who created him), and the bizarre amount of strength he possesses. This event actually draws him and Inuko closer together, as Inuko realizes that they’re both outcasts and don’t really fit in anywhere.

That’s the gist of it!! Feel free to ask me more questions about stuff if you’re confused or just want to know more :D

#Shima answers questions #Long post #Izuku and Inuko #BNHA #Tododeku #Todoroki Shouto #Midoriya Izuku #Rody Soul #MHA #Shima’s AUs

[inkedmyths]

S2: E3 "Bloodlust"

Brought to you by I PROMISED Kayla yesterday I would watch more when I finished my essay so here I am

This episode featuring: Yet another member of the hunting community, veganism in a fashion, deep discussion on Dean and cowboys, and great fuckin music

Oh whats this song I think I know it

Is that Journey

Is that. Wheel in the Sky?

IT IS FUCK YEAAAA

Jammin I fuckin love this song. Great start

Oh look a scared woman in the woods. Seems standard

Is that the Benadryl Hat Man

Crepe: The What Kayla: probably

Why are you moving around the tree like that

OFF WITH HER HEAD!

OHHHH YEAH FUCK YEAH I LOVE THE SOUNDTRACK ON THIS EP! BACK IN BLACK AC/DC!!

[ Kayla reiterates that the SPN soundtrack is good. I like 70's ans 80's rock so I agree so far. ]

Dean: Woo car! Decapitated heads! Helllll yea!

Kayla: man's two true loves

Lmaoooo

I love them being terrible fake journalists

The cop: SATANISTS? LMAOOOO

Crepe: Everyone loves a Satanist Kayla: title of a black sabbath song Crepe: Really? Kayla: no just a joke Crepe: Oh

Wooo funky impersonations we're goin fast this episode

"Open it" "You open it" Lmaoooo

EWWW TOOTH? FANG???

VAMPIRE??

Whats goin on heeeere are the cowboy vampires back

[ Crepe replies saying it's worse, but at least has the kindness to spoiler hide the rest of the message. It just hid the word Vegan though. ]

[ Then Melon pops in, stating the time in his zone and expressing a worry for my sleep schedule. I told her it's fine, and that I actually am the furthest behind in terms of timezones amongst the group, as it was only a quarter til 9 pm at the time of that message. Not that xey shouldn't worry about my sleep schedule, because it is horrendous, but that's besides the point. ]

"So we're lookin for some people" "Sure it's hard to be lonely"

Ok so that guys gone. Watching them for sure

Yep

They're waiting for him?

Whshshs ok ok whats he want anyways

[ It is about this point where Melon, Crepe, and Kayla digress into some conversation regarding cowboys, vampires, and the resulting combination being a dilemma for Dean and his sexuality. Fascinating stuff, but I wasn't really paying attention as I was engrossed in whatever the Winchesters were doing onscreen. I will, however, transcribe it as well, because I think it's funnier that way. ]

Melon: Do you think cowboy vampires act as a paradox for deans concept of reality. One is something he desperately craves to be, and the other he hates some of the time. It’s like, the taping a piece of toast with jam to a shoe and throwing it. Which overrides the other? Crepe: That would be a very interesting take to explore Kayla: one of them is a kink and the other is vampiress

OHHH yeah hes a hunter?

Ok. Ok he's a little. Seems neat but. Idk. Brushes them off pretty fast. Hm.

Sure of himself? Or something else?

Ok garage guy. You gonna get murked orrrr

Crepe: Why is Dean into cowboys tho? Kayla: have you seen him interact with one heterosexually ever

What are you even looking for

Oh its a bird

Melon: But if faced with something you’re technically supposed to kill but is literally every kink you could ever want besides that one thing, what would dean do Kayla: fuck and kill probably. thats how they seem to usually operate Melon: Ok yeah you’re right Crepe: Monsterfucker and Monsterhunter

OOHHG FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

Why is a vampire working a garage

[ Kayla says its a capitalist hellscape, even vampires need the money. Which. Fair. Gotta pay for those replacement clothes when you get blood on them I guess. ]

AAAAAAAA

Oh hey theres the Winchesters

Ewwwww chainsaw blood spatter. Kinda a look for Dean tho

[ Kayla and Melon both agree with this statement. ]

Sam whats up with that look. Problem that your brother chainsawed a vampire's head off

Melon: Dean at peak is covered in blood, holding a shotgun chainsaw, and in full cowboy outfit Kayla: sharknado 6 Melon: I mean we were all thinking it Crepe: I wasn't

Cmon Sam. Its about the murder and blood spatters. Get down with it

Kayla: sharknado but everything is the same except dean is fin Melon: That really changes nothing besides that the wife would be a dude instead Kayla: cas Melon: That’s what I said

[ They then discuss something about Cas that I apparently won't understand for like 8 and a half more seasons. C'mon guys, I haven't even met the guy yet. ]

What is going on over drinks here

Oh. So a vampire killed this guy's sister. :(

Right makes sense as hunter backstory

Dean finally admitting somethin abt how he feels abt their dad passing. And its to some guy they JUST MET INSTEAD OF HIS BROTHER

[ Melon says it's because it's easier to admit to a stranger than someone you know. Kayla adds that he has to be strong for Sam. Ah, yes, the constipated older brother syndrome. I get it. ]

I don't think this hunter guy is handling his emotions well gonna say

Gordon Walker? That's his name? K

Oh ok so this guy's just fuckin nuts. Got it.

[ They now discuss telling strangers about trauma with no warning. They come to the conclusion that this is just Tumblr. ]

"Yknow what I love about this life? It's all black and white." Hmmmmmmmm

Yeah this guy's more than a bit off his rocker and you both should leave!

Uh oh Sammy

Why does Sam keep getting stalked and/or jumped by shit huh

Don't breathe a sufg of relief you idiot

[ I meant to type "sigh", not whatever happened there. Add that to the list of Ink typos. ]

Oh look! Vampire! Of course

??

VEGAN VAMPIRES?

[ Crepe goes on a tangent about said Vegan Vampires, of which I follow maybe half of. ]

Ohhhh cattle blood. Funky

Vegan Vampires just living their lives I guess. Good for them! Unfortunately Sam and Gordon won't listen to him probably

Dean is too murder happy and Sam is not quite murder happy enough and they yell at each other about it

[ Apparently, they say, this is the plot of season 10. What the hell does that mean. ]

HE STOLE THE CAR!! THEY HAVE TO HOTWIRE THEIR OWN CAR!!!

*keys not the car

Somethin about this chick's delivery. Weird. Not like in a suspicious way just in a What is this Acting way

Sam and his sad, sad eyebrow scrunch

Eww stabby

Gordon u got issues homie

Weird fuckin guy. Weeeird fuckin guy.

Shes trying her best leave her alone

Hunter fight! Hunter fight! Get his ass Dean!

WHSHSHSH screaming. Dean telling Sam to punch him. Bc he was a dick.

[ Kayla and Crepe both say they're going to bed, not even waiting 3 minutes for me to finish the episode. Rude. ]

DEAN ADMITTED THEIR DAD WASN'T PERFECT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Man now they have to deal with more Moral Quandries. Have fun with that boys!

And away they go. Into the sunrise.

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I cannot emphasize enough how much I was not paying attention to whatever the hell my friends were talking about in the moment. Absolutely wild to go back and read all that. What the fuck are they on about

Anyways. Vegan Vampires I guess! That's a thing! Wild.

#on the highway to superhell #supernatural #spn #i hope you guys enjoy the comedy of whatever the hell my friends are talking about #continuing to mess with formatting as i go #i hope to get in at least one more ep tomorrow

[pkmn-nextgenadventures]

regarding volo

I wrote most of this out in like, spring 2022 when I was still reeling from the Legends Arceus playthough and then just. Forgot to post it. But I feel like it’s about time I gave some context to the whole “Volo exists in the modern day and might be involved in the next gen plot” thing I keep not-so-subtly hinting at so... more info under the cut since this might get long!

The brief TL;DR regarding modern day Volo is that he’s essentially a Faller. After the events of the game plot, Rei/Lucas (the “canon” PLA protag in this timeline) slowly starts remembering details of his life back in future Sinnoh. He becomes depressed and incredibly homesick, to the point of desperately trying to come up with a plan to try and return to his original timeline. Eventually, he opens up about it to Ingo, who’s been experiencing something similar. They manage to piece together enough information to realise they came from the same timeline, and decide to team up to make it back there. 

Volo ends up involved in this plan, as Lucas manages to track him down and persuade him to help them get back home, due to his knowledge and because he was the one who originally opened the spacetime rift. Although things are still frosty between them after the events at Spear Pillar, Volo agrees, in part because he initially thinks, well, maybe he’ll get something out of it on his end and at least those pesky sky-fallers will finally be out of his way if they leave Hisui… but in the midst of all this he ends up getting transported through space and time as well, winding up in the present day. 

Separated from the others in the rift, Volo wakes up alone on a beach in the Alola region, having lost his Pokémon and most of his memories along the way. He’s briefly taken in and interviewed by Interpol’s UB task force and Aether Foundation, but Fallers from timelines as far-flung as Hisui are pretty much unheard of, and nobody’s quite sure what to do with a guy speaking in what sounds like an archaic Sinnohan or Johtonian dialect. However, Gladion gives him one of the Type:Null being cared for at the facility, as Volo currently has no Pokémon of his own and shows a fascination with the creatures for reasons he can’t explain.

As a Faller, Volo retains his interest in history and myths, and some snippets of lore that feel important for reasons he doesn’t understand. He also remembers he was some kind of merchant before, so he just… keeps doing that, travelling from place to place collecting and trading rare items and unusual artefacts, as well as studying whatever interesting historical sites he comes across on his journey. He’s a bit of an aimless drifter, travelling from place to place without staying anywhere long or getting to know many people too closely; he does make a few friends, but tends to be seen as a somewhat lonely, mysterious figure who never talks about himself much. Occasionally people will tell him he looks like the Champion of Sinnoh and ask if he’s her brother or something, but that doesn’t mean much to him… the name “Sinnoh” does ring a bell though, maybe he’ll have to pay the region a visit sometime… 

I could probably say more about Volo (in terms of his true motivations in my PLA storyline, whether his “accidental” spacetime journey was really 100% an accident, where he originally came from/whether Hisui was even his original timeline, how whatever spacetime rift he, Lucas and Ingo fell through might have something to do with the next gen plot shenanigans I never talk about, and his relationships with other characters/how he factors into the next gen plot overall) but a lot of that is still WIP so I will save it for a future post… although if anyone wants to send me asks nagging me to talk more about it perhaps I will oblige :)))

#two things i want to make clear though #one - he is NOT a villain in the next gen plot we are not doing that here!!! faller volo is Complicated but ultimately not really a bad guy #two - he WILL return to sinnoh and get to know his descendants/surviving family #he's just lena's weird uncle who writes books about mythology :)) #/ #loreposting #volo #sinnoh #hisui #?? #idk how to tag posts like this because i just never fucking post them usually