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Synopsis: You go on a date with Fuegoleon, a man, who dresses smart, but is being vague about a lot of things. Like he can’t tell you something. Through an event, you learn that he is a leader of a biker gang, and is using the money he’s making with his company to fund it. But. He can’t mix these two worlds. Too much at least. Perhaps you are the one to entice this mysterious, gentlemanly and alluring man.  
Pairing: Fuegoleon Vermillion x f!reader
Type: Biker!AU mini series
Warnings: eventual smut, suggestive themes, sexual themes, otherwise general/angst/fluff at a canon typical level
Chapter length: ~1.1k
Tag list: @spark-gem  @just-a-fuegoleon-fangirl @hybridanafrost
Chapter 2: The King of Fire
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Cool air. Silence. Everywhere but the one coming from my heels hitting against the asphalt of the road underneath me.
There’s the metallic, popping sound as I open the hood of my car and look inside. Yeah… the engine is still in there… I sigh.
That’s about what I can see from looking at it. Actually, I have no clue about why I had to open the hood in the first place. The user manual didn’t provide me with any answers, and … I guess I was hoping that there was some magical button hidden at the side of the engine saying ‘press here’.
But. No such button exists. And so, I close the hood.
I close it and curse.
I curse because I have never been in this situation. My car has been working flawlessly, and now, all of a sudden, it decides to just slow down and die on me.
Well, suppose it’s better than crashing into something.
I sigh again. And I place my hand onto my temple. Because of course my phone ran out of battery 15 minutes ago.
Damn that prolonged meeting… I curse to myself again, because I wasn’t supposed to be on my way back home at this time. That’s why I didn’t bring a charger. I was supposed to be back home hours ago. And because I live alone, no one’s missing me until for work tomorrow morning.
There are no cars going by… but then again, I’m not that far from home either… It’s… half a mile, I think. It absolutely sucks having to walk it in heels at this hour, but it’s doable.
It’s doable… I shake my head, open the passenger side door to grab my bag and manually close the doors.
I can do this, I tell myself again. Most likely I’ll get home without seeing anyone, it’s a quiet neighbourhood, after all.
But the idea does very little my annoyance, or the soreness of my feet.
It’s… been such a long day already. I was just looking to get home, take a bath… I don’t have to be in the office before noon tomorrow, luckily, but that… doesn’t do much now. Though it means that I still have time to sleep, even if getting home takes longer.
My thoughts are interrupted by the growl of an engine. Not one of a car, this one is more aggressive; sounding much like a starving beast in the dead of a night. But the light behind me isn’t gleaming eyes, it’s the headlight of a motorcycle.
Though… as the sound begins to come closer, while growing more quiet, there’s tension building up in my chest that makes my heart race. Because, what the approaching sound tells me, is that the motorcycle is slowing down, next to me.
I try to calm my breath. I try to concentrate on my racing heart. And I try, I try so very hard to think about what to do, as the vehicle slides past me, slowly, and stops just a few feet in front of me.
And I stop too.
The motorcycle is deep red, almost black in the faint, almost none-existent light around. It’s of a modern look, fine make, and on the side, there is an image of a dragon, golden lions on the rims.
Those images, symbols, they tell me all that I need to know. This particular bike belongs to the Crimson Lions motorcycle gang, led by the King of Fire. And their reputation is… it largely depends on who you ask.
Some say that they’re good people, trying to just do their fair share to keep the streets safe. And some say that it’s just a lie, to try and aid them in getting away with their crimes.
Me, I don’t know what to think. I know the rumours, and the stories; and I think there are stories about their good deeds, and gossip about how the stories are just that: stories.
But. Stories can be fables.
However, the man, dressed in black leather and a black helmet that covers his entire face, isn’t a fable. He’s very real. And his shoulders are broad, muscular, judging from the way his jacket fits him. It seems to hug him, but not squeeze. It allows him to move, while showing what his physique is made of.
He is strong.
I am not.
I don’t know what to expect.
And then he gets off the bike, standing on the road, rather than on the sidewalk, like I am. His bike is left between us, which, in all honesty, makes me feel slightly better. Because there is that barrier.
But my heart is still racing. Because this situation is odd. It really is.
I don’t like this, but it’s… I’m not running. Yet. Though I’m not sure what good it’d do, and I’m fairly confident that I could take a run for it; I’m not frozen in place. I’m still standing.
His hands rise to his helmet, as if time was slowing down. Or maybe it’s just because of how I’ve been breathing; forgetting to take breaths.
There’s… long hair, falling from inside the helmet. Like brilliant copper, or perhaps vermillion…
It-, can’t… be… I manage to think as the locks, fall onto the black leather of the jacket.
But. Once the helmet is off, I do recognize the man in front of me. And it’s not because of the rumours I’ve heard of the King of Fire. It’s not because I’ve heard that he is tough, as if he’d be forged in the very flames that kissed his hair. It’s not because of the stories I’ve heard about how his eyes are dark and unwavering; that the King of Fire is truly a king. Prideful, determined, and driven.
It’s not because I’ve been told that he fights like a ferocious lion. That he won a fight against 10 men, singlehandedly. That many have tried to take his life, but still he lives. Because he is forged of fire itself, and he cannot be killed. The man’s a myth, a legend, more than anything.
It’s not because of the stories I’ve heard… about how he is dangerous.
However, it is because he sat in front of me, just a few days ago.
It’s because a few days ago, he sat there, in his suit, without a tie, wearing a golden wrist watch, and introduced himself as Fuegoleon Vermillion, the CEO of the Lion King Enterprises.
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juniemunie · 5 days
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[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]
Hitting a lil' too close to home?
#junie art post#ink sans#error sans#utmv#errorink#implied. but yea not the focus#this has been turning around in my mind for quite some time. im glad to finish it lmao idk if my ramblings make sense even.#so like listen. do you ever think about how similar the function of the utmv is to the dark worlds in deltarune.#in a meta narrative to fandom sense? idk the word#we are making exaggerated expanded worlds of the ordinary tools and entertainment of the real world and make it into something more#isnt that very very interesting?#and we explore every sort of possibility in that creation. both good and bad#and when all is said and done. every possibility found and the entertainment and secrets has all run out#we put it away. abandon and leave it behind#what is left? what happens to the world and characters we have created? can it sustain without us?#what of the ones left in the dark?#idk if yall saw me a few months ago but i reblogged comyet's old post of ink begging us not to leave him alone and to keep creating#yea that never left me#and seeing exactly THAT SCENARIO in deltarune made my brain iTCH#imagine an ink in King's position.... wait isnt that just underverse#mmmmmmm. darkner ink.....#also error is here too. not just for errorink or that i can't separate these two to save my life#but error is also one of the few people to be able to GET IT?? he can hear the creators too. ink cant#but hes pretty much programmed himself to avoid having a mental break down to this via reboot memory loss.#and ink has his own internal coping mechanism (hooray for short term memory loss)#these two idiots will do anything but confront truths lmfao#ahhh my favorite idiots. never change#mmmmm#deltarune
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skitskatdacat63 · 9 months
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2009 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix - Sebastian Vettel(ft. Mark Webber & Jenson Button)
#fantastic podium!! maybe my favorite of this season?????#sebmarkson podiums are my fav ever nothing can top them#and both mark and jense were being so cute with seb this race aaaahhhhhhh <333333#theres something about seb that makes older men want to cuddle him and pick him up and pour champagne on him#haha thank you to dru for showing me seb getting drenched on this podium a few weeks and making me hype for this race!!#this race was very very good as well. like the last laps battle btwn mark and jense was insane#its very good when i already know the results of a race but the racing still makes me sit on the edge of my seat and scream a bit#i mentioned this before but i love how this race felt like an epilogue and it was nice to see everyone having fun and enjoying themseles#thank you everybody for joining me on another season journey!!! it been so much fun. ive really really enjoyed 2009#brawn is just soooooo cool to me. their story is insane!! im glad ive gotten to watch thru this season before the docu abt them comes out#but also very fun to see the beginning of rbr getting to the top of the field. every good result just felt so rewarding and worth it#anyways dont wanna do too much commentary abt it since ive discussed it a lot. onto 2010 next!!!! i shall miss you 2009#though i will say. it was rly interesting in this race to hear their team predictions for next season bcs a lot of it doesnt pan out#mark webber#jenson button#sebastian vettel#sebson#martian#sebmark#f1#formula 1#formula one#we do a little bit of f1#2009 abu dhabi gp
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canisalbus · 4 months
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sorry im emotonal and going off of the other asks sent about machete and just i need to stress how beautiful it is to me that machete sees himself so undeserving of love and affection and feeling as if vasco's too good for him but despite all that he is so incredibly devoted to vasco and loving towards him (in his own way) but is so incredibly clear to anyone with eyes that just how in love he is with vasco. like it's not done out of a "oh god please never realize that you're too good for me here here let me overdo it with the affection" its done with the "i love you, and will always love you, no matter what happens to us or separates us, and i will give it to you as long as i am able, and if you ever leave, i won't be okay, but will still love you, and want you happy". like he doesn't use his own feelings of being undeserving taint his love or the way he loves for vasco, and it's so, so beautiful
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scrawnytreedemon · 8 months
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While I intend this blog to remain a largely news-free space due to the constant hellstate of the world, let me be clear that I stand in full support of both the Palestinian and Jewish peoples who are currently experiencing relentless hate and suffering in these horrid times.
I am disgusted at the number of people, especially "progressives" on this website who have used this situation to spread both Islamophobia and Antisemitism. This goes double if you dared to reblog those "punch nazis/fascists <3" and "[x] are welcome here!" posts while in the next breath spreading dangerous fucking narratives that kill people.
So many people in online political spaces evidently see this as nothing more than a case of picking "sides", when ultimately what matters is supporting the oppressed against fascist governments and militias, wherever they are.
Common people will always have more alike with each other than their leaders. This is not a novel concept. Your activism should always be motivated by love and compassion first, and hatred second. If you use your beliefs as an excuse to find an acceptable target to vent your hatred towards regardless of the actual material outcome, you are no fucking activist.
You're a bigot.
#current events#antisemitism#islamophobia#scrawny rambles#scrawny speaks#again i have not been saying much both for the fact that this blog is meant to be a quiet place#and that i do not consider myself to be a reliable source of serious information and/or morals#but regardless i have been watching i have been taking note#i see you i hear you#and while i am currently in no position to materially help right now#the moment i can i will#i don't like signalling this kind of thing because i want it to be evident in how i *act*#but as this cannot be taken as a given i will say this:#you are welcome here. i am so sorry the world is hateful and vile and i wish i could wipe it all away.#you and your folk did nothing to deserve this and you are right to be scared. and i wish to give you my love.#fascism and genocide are not things to be taken lightly. bigoted 'jokes' are vile and dangerous. human life is what's at stake.#we are heading into a wave of hate that has the potential to repeat history in the worst way imaginable. get a fucking grip.#i'm unlikely to address this further as again. reasons stated above. but i wanted to make my stance clear.#it is late as fuck and i'm pissed. people who should know better miss the fucking memo completely.#i'm fucking glad i unfollowed a popular blogger when i did because look what they're posting now. antisemetic 'jokes'.#i really wonder how common this shit truly is. how many people get away with cloaking themselves as 'progressive.'#or perhaps they genuinely think they are. cognitive dissonance is one hell of a drug. fuck them regardless. scum.#you are no progressive. you are a bigot. a leftist bigot is a bigot regardless of how 'revolutionary' you posture to be.#anyhow apologies for any errors. again. it's late. hope you guys are doing well <3
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oatbugs · 3 months
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my research partner and i are huddled in a blanket in paddington waiting for a too-late train i already miss you and you and you
#he keeps falling asleep almost on my shoulder and waking up and readjusting but i want to tell him its ok weve seen a lot#of each other ive seen your brainwaves you called me crying a few nights ago. research partner right now is a potentiality#friend is a certainty. i met a banker passionate about finance. he said his advice made the lives of others better and he likes the numbers#more than he likes anything else. on a high rise near canary wharf the view was wonderful and the people even moreso#he said i loved her but i spent 33 grand on her and i cant do this anymore. his voice cracked talking about her. he did love her.#and she talked softly she grabbed my hand she bought me a pack of Marlborough gold she told me to snap#the russian menthol cigarettes of the tortured polish man near us with my teeth i kept staring at her teeth#bright white and sharp. i couldnt find her heartbeat but i did find warmth and i did find her lips and i did feel#how she felt pressed against a wall. a pretty boy held my hand and i gave him my number. i couldnt stop smiling about her no matter#how many runways youve walked on how many collections youve designed how many students youve taught. senior lecturer teaches me how to do#very unethical things ethically over a double shot of vodka made by the half-persian with broken farsi. she talks softly#and she says her eyes are hazel but they appear a shade of red. pure gold on her hands and leather on her back and her fingers on my lips#(she talks softly sees through me she says something i cant hear but i wont forget the way she flies) she talked to my research partner#about the possibility of moving to sunny dubai with the rest of her family and my heart felt pierced. on her arm i traces a tattoo of a#knife passing through a rose. she told me she thought there was romance in severing so i kissed her some more.#he sat me down and asked me what i loved and i told him and he said no romance no person no tragedy will take that from you.#the room was filled with a collection of people in love with something that wasnt a person and i kept looking at her.#red eyes bitten jawline beautiful hands. it is 3 degrees Celsius my head is on his shoulder i miss my friends#we walked out the lecture hall with arms linked a photo of two years ago and we both said#jesus christ. i miss you all. and i miss logic metatheory lectures. im glad i get to stare at the depth of your eyes#i wish i had met you years ago.#crushposting
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rougetveit · 1 year
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aaron tveit as topher in schimigadoon! 2x02
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themthistles · 1 year
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i think that while micro labels can seem useful and affirming ultimately they're isolating and kind of an obstacle to your understanding of self. that's because you can never find a word specific enough. there will never be a label or two labels or even ten, twenty of them to perfectly capture and describe all of your thoughts, feelings, experiences, preferences, needs, interests, identities, etc. because you learn more and more about yourself every day and then you change and your wants and needs change with you. having to hop between labels, fearing that you don't 'fit' into a label anymore (both in your own and others eyes), worrying how soon your current label will wear out, questioning if you'll ever fully fit a single one. all that causes a lot of uncertainty and anxiety which could be avoided by just picking a more general thing and molding it according to what it means to YOU. because words will always mean different things to different people, you will never be understood immediately and maybe never completely by anyone but yourself and that's fine
#another thing is that micro labels often feel like they fracture the community unnecessarily#idk how many times i've seen fighting over hyperspecific ace labels and what they mean and if people described in them even belong#and honestly i think this discourse wouldn't be so vile and neverending if people accepted the idea of falling under general umbrella#and accepted that you can't describe complicated weird and wonderful act of human existence with a couple of words#you don't need to explain yourself to anyone#i know in our present pronouns/sexuality/gender in bio carrd era it feels like you have to but you really don't#people aren't entitled to a short summary of your inner world and you can't speed run connection#also feel the need to say: i have nothing against people who use micro labels#if you feel like your micro label describes you perfectly? i'm really glad and happy for you#i'm just expressing my own thoughts and feelings that come from personal experience with exploring these things#at some point i started doubting if i could call myself a lesbian#i thought oh i'm not exactly what a lot of people generally think of when they hear that word#oh they'll misunderstand and i'm not being my 'true self' i'll find a word that fits me exactly if i just keep looking#and then i found out being aroace is a thing and boy did that add a lot of anxiety and confusion to the pot#i didn't feel like i fit in with both communities wasn't lesbian enough wasn't aroace enough#but at some point i just got tired of trying to justify myself to others and to myself#identities aren't houses you live in they're more like seas or rivers flowing into one another#and spaces where they intersect are vague and hard to define and they shift and change and this metaphor is getting away from me#basically#words are complicated#but they're the only direct way we humans can communicate#it is what it is#so make art#a lot of it#oh also unrelated but if you ever tell older queer folks that they're using wrong words to describe themselves i am going to jump you
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feelingtheaster99 · 6 months
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I fucking love the energy of Percy straight up REFUSING the quest until Grover told him his mom was alive and going on the quest meant he could save her too
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your-turn-to-role · 1 year
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Keyleth tries to interrupt Ludinus doing his evil stuff -> Power Word Stun on Keyleth -> very very deadly attack barrage on stunned Keyleth -> Vax appears in a swoosh of raven feathers deflecting a (probably?) deadly blow -> "Don't even dare" -> Ludinus needed a "divine spark" and had prepared for this -> Vax gets laser focused by magic machine bullshittery -> Vax gets compressed into an orb/sphere -> orb Vax gets inserted into the machine as the last piece Ludinus needed to activate it -> something happened but we're not sure yet what we'll have to wait at least until next week for more info
hope it helps :)
OKAY
THIS IS FINE
god the person in the notes on that post saying this was just like how vax died but in reverse was R I G H T and i hate it
(for those who don't remember or didn't watch THAT fight. campaign vax did not perma die bc of his deal with the raven queen. his end of campaign death was just a formal goodbye bc he was already dead. his actual death happened in the first fight with vecna. when he got hit with a 22DC hold person he couldn't physically break out of. and being under hold person, means that disintegrate automatically hits. and if disintegrate takes your hit points below 0, you are not only dead, you can't be revived by any spell except for true res, which is the only resurrection spell the raven queen does not allow)
(and technically, disintegrate was cast on him twice, before it took effect. bc keyleth saved him the first time)
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yardsards · 1 year
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Cannot stress enough that there's an entire subculture that has taken women's flat chests into their hearts. We appreciate the enthusiasm but skinny women are fine on the sexualization front. We promise.
not everyone with a flat chest is skinny. pre-op trans women, women who have gotten mastectomies, fat women whose fat just doesn't accumulate much on their chests, etc. all exist and deserve appreciation (which doesn't necessarily have to be sexual)
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aqqleshiqqing-archive · 8 months
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GOOD MORNING EVERYNYAN I CAN'T BELIEVE MY SON IS DATING SAPPHIRE EVERYONE CELEBRATE RIGHT NOW 💥💥🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 FRANTICSHIPPING WINS
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lionblaze03-2 · 18 days
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sometimes I think about writing and singing music not because I’m an incredible singer but because no one has my fucking voice, especially in popular music, and its disheartening to be born a girl, told you’ll only get girl roles or try to voice match other girls, or ‘sing with the girls’ and then only be able to match male voices because you’re a fuckin tenor and not anything higher. I can’t think of any girl Broadway roles I can hit all the notes on. Most songs I love I have to pitch down for myself or use falsetto for singing along to. It bothers me a lot less now because I’m an adult who’s more secure in myself but as a teen in kids musical theatre it FUCKED with me, BAD style. And I know for a fact that even now when I hear people with a voice like mine singing I get excited and immediately invested in their work because they’re like ME, finally, for once. A brother in this world of being afab and having the voice of a recently pubescent boy forever. Maybe I should be that brother too.
#Using randomly gendered words because that’s me now but hey#Regardless of if you were born afab and are a girl 100% or if you were born afab and are someone else#It STILL sucks to always be grouped along with ‘girls’ just because of your voice and realize#You CANT hit that. You can’t hit the mark for ‘girl’. You’ll never achieve that without like. Hrt#Just say THE VOCAL CLASS. Like. Sopranos sing with this. Tenors with this. Bass with this. Etc#Then it doesn’t hurt! But nooo instead they’re looking or ‘sing with the other girls’ and you fucking can’t#And it gives you a crisis at age 14#Anyway all I know is when other people who were assigned female at birth and aren’t on something they changes ones voice#and just happen to have born with the same deep ass voice as me. It makes me proud to hear them use it#Because not enough people do. It’s like we’re all collectively embarrassed or something#I see so many sad posts from teenagers posting their dream roles and the reason they won’t get it is ‘girl’#and it’s like. I remember being that kid. Never able to get a female lead because of my voice. Never able to get a male lead because of gir#Even though my voice and appearance could easily swing male. Nope! You’re GIRL. So you’re doomed to background forever :)#I got 1 lead role and it was when I was at my most feminine and was also for a villain that was a fat hag#I LOOOOVED playing her im aunt sponge forever. BUT. Never getting one again after that… showed me. Something#More gender blind casting and more songs just written for tenors please#doing just ONE of those things would probably solve the issue#But both please because I’m greedy and I want what I couldn’t have for every kid today#(And also me in the future in adult community theatre. Haven’t had time/too intimidated so far but I WILL go back)#And before anyone questions the language on this post. I STRUGGLED with how to word it#TERFs begone. I love trans people. I am nonbinary and some form of intersex (pcos).#I just word it this way because of like. Where we all start#Whether we stay GIRL girls or realize we’re somewhere in between. It crushes us either way to have the ‘wrong’ voice to do anything#Because it did me at first. And I’m otherwise GLAD to be confusing#I’ve come to love my deep voice it baffles others and they never know what to call me it really helps the whole ‘what am I’ presentation#But. In terms of certain things. Like being in theatre in the deep south#It certainly does not help and can be disheartening#Especially back when I was younger and more self conscious#lion’s lair
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canisalbus · 6 months
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I can imagine their original breakup was due to vasco having to go far away, but overall, it was sad but mutual.
Like how some people break up before going to college or if they are moving far away.
I love the fellows so much, and they remind me of my relationship with my bf and the struggle we went through as gay men.
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good-beanswrites · 6 months
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Normal lunch break behavior: printing out the two drabbles, annotating them, and figuring out how to draw them
I'll need more than just a lunch break to process my thoughts, but (1) thank you for the treat! (2) I imagine that these drabbles coexist in the same AU. (3) "Can we be good together?" / They could be good together. (4) I'm this close to writing fanfic in this area myself.
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I am normal about your normal lunch break behavior 👍
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