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butididntpourthewhiskeys · 4 months

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The Morning After

Because we all need a little AM fluff sometimes lmao xx

A sharp sun ray hits his eyes, forcing him to squint before opening them again. He smiles. Everything hurts. Travis closes his eyes once more, exhaustion taking over his body and mind. There's a sharp contrast in the air: the cold breeze of the bedroom AC in this Vegas hotel, compared to the warm sun ray filtering through the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. He hears a drawer opening and closing, a little spoon rustling. He realizes in that moment that he's alone in bed. The worst way to wake up today.

A strong and exhausted arm moves across the bed, almost as if reaching for the ghost of her. He sighs, having lost all sense of time and place. He won the Super Bowl. He did it. He did it all because of her.

Travis sighs again, feels himself get emotional again. Emotional, and.. drunk. He's forcing himself to pull the expensive blanket from his torso. Fully naked from the night before, he leaves the bedroom of the presidential suite. His entire body aches, yet the view before him makes him smile for the first time this morning. At the end of the room, he sees a tall blonde, wearing nothing but his shirt, fumbling with the coffee machine. She steps on her tiptoes for a second, reaching for one of the coffee pads from the shelf above the little coffee station. She's still not wearing any underwear, clearly having thrown his shirt over her body when she got up. He smiles and keeps on walking barefoot towards her, not hesitating for a moment before wrapping his big, strong arms around her.

She startles for a second, her cold hands and the little familiar giggle he loves so much in his ear. Travis sniffs into her neck, pressing his face as close as possible. Inaudible kisses reach her skin and a few strands of hair from her neck in between. This is where he always wants to be. Nuzzled into her skin.

"Oh my god, I literally didn’t hear you get up," she murmurs, both her hands now on his that are right on her stomach. She sounds tired and exhausted, just like he is. After a moment, Travis lets go of her neck, helping her turn around in his arms. The view makes him smile even more. Her eyes are puffy, puffier than she probably likes them to be in front of him, and her hair from last night is all over the place. But he adores seeing her like this. He adores climbing onto this next stage of their relationship together. She’s probably as hungover as he is. No question. This isn't the best version of herself. And he loves that he gets to experience it. He loves that he gets to love it, with every fiber of his being. Just the way she deserves.

"Good morning, sweetie." he murmurs, and she smiles tiredly, placing both her hands on his cheeks before giving him a proper good morning kiss on the lips. He pulls back and laughs quietly, his forehead meeting hers.

"Are you okay?" he asks gently, feeling clearly that she's exhausted, more than usual. This is a next-stage tired Taylor he hasn’t encountered yet. Her eyes small, her face is pale and her hands cold. She seems off to him, seems a little more quiet than she usually is.

"Yeah, great…" She mumbles with a hint of sarcasm in her voice that makes him smile. "Woke up with a sore throat and my head exploding. I think the jet lag and alcohol just got the best of me."

Travis nods, his lips immediately finding her forehead again. He kisses her right over her bangs, both his arms rubbing her bare arms, almost as if this could make her hangover go away.

"Last week was a lot, baby."

She nods, her hands now on his chest while he holds her securely in his arms. She doesn’t even notice that he's naked. It's all about being close to him.

"Advil?"

"Yeah, I just feel like I need to eat first. How are you feeling?" She asks, looking up at her tall boyfriend. His eyes are tiny and he's a lot paler than usual. But she's not really surprised. He really went hard last night.

"I’m okay. I feel great. Might still be a bit drunk actually, but…"

She laughs. He nuzzles his face into her neck again, almost embarrassed.

"I'm sorry if it was a lot last night. I mean… from my side."

"What do you mean?"

"I was… drunk. In another sphere."

Taylor looks at him and laughs, her hands now gently caressing his face.

"I know. Me too. Trav, you are on top of the world right now. You were allowed to have fun last night,"

Travis looks into her eyes and nods slowly. Sometimes he looks at her and can’t believe she's here, can't believe she's his, through and through.

"Hey, I love you."

She smiles slowly, her fingers on his cheek. The unspeakable things he makes her feel. Things she thought she could never feel again.

"I love you, babe."

He kisses her again. She sighs into the kiss this time. The little counter with the coffee machine still against her lower back. But she doesn’t care. His kisses just make her forget that what she needed so badly a few moments ago was coffee.

Just as they pull back, Taylor takes a good look at him, then giggles again.

"What?"

"I love you, but that beard has to go."

He grins.

"Okay, deal. But first, how about I get you some breakfast and a proper coffee, hmm? And some Advil."

She nods, cuddling herself into his arms again. She loves his smell, and she loves feeling so loved up by his big arms. It's been a while since home was a person. It's been a while since she's felt so safe and seen in someone’s presence.

"Please. I need a large coffee. A large, iced latte with almond milk and vanilla syrup. Please. And a breakfast burrito," she mumbles into his chest, making him laugh a little louder. His voice is still rusty from last night, and he knows why. There's been a lot of singing, screaming, and smoking involved.

"Okay, my love. Coming through. Go lay down for a bit now," he says gently and kisses her cheek a few times. She smiles, nods, then steals another kiss. He closes his eyes, pressing her a little closer. He doesn’t want this kiss to end. He doesn’t want to let go of her either. Her smell, her lips, her little hands on his cheeks. He loves this woman more than anything he's ever loved. It's scary, it's beautiful. It's life.

Taylor slowly lets go of him, smiling at him one last time before stepping back into bed. He looks after her, about to search for his phone in the hotel suite, when she turns around again.

"Hey, Trav."

"Mhm?"

"I’m so proud of you. Did I tell you that today already?"

Travis smiles slowly, a gentleness in his eyes he’s not used to himself.

"You did."

"Good," she answers, grabbing the sheets on the bed and letting herself fall into the soft mattress.

#taylor swift #taylor swift fanfiction #fanfic #travis kelce #travlor #tayvis #lmao #writing blurb #writing

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bunnimatsu · 1 year

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Hi sweety May I've popular fem reader x Matsuno brothers . Like some scenarios of their dating with fem reader.

yup yup!!

i’m so pissed, i had something ready and it didn’t fucking save i’m gonna-

anyway. this isn’t my proudest work due to me not knowing what its like to be popular but, uhh hope this is still to your liking!

tag(s): fem reader, popular!reader, fashionable reader,

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osomatsu:

SHIIIIITTT SIGN HIM UP. your look, your outfits, your willingness to be his girlfriend-

no but seriously, osomatsu LOVES you so so much

i think he definitely overthinks about it though :(

like, he loves you and he wants you to be happy and all that stuff, but there’s still this thought of “why is she dating…me? of all people?” that lingers and clouds his mind. the days where he’s like that, you go out of your way to rid him of those feelings because you love him with all of your heart, popular or not. and your reassurance definitely helps him out! which he will always be grateful for.

otherwise, he shows you OFF. at every opportunity, he will always be like “yeah. look at her, that’s MY girlfriend”, “see that gorgeous girl over there? yeah. that’s my GIRLFRIEND”, etc.

sometimes you have to shut him up because, WE GET IT OSOMATSU but you love it (don’t lie)

ohhh but when he took you to meet his family….

left, right, center, he was RUBBING IT IN HIS BROTHERS FACES.

he had his arm wrapped around you and when he thought you weren’t looking, he made mocking faces at his brothers because LOOK AT WHAT HE SCORED GUYS!

karamatsu:

i think he’d be slightly intimidated. ‘course he’ll do his usual ‘sweet romancing’ karamatsu thing to woo you, but other than that, he’d be all nervous. i mean not as nervous as choromatsu, but…nervous.

when you two get together though, those nerves definitely subside and go away! he loves you with every fiber of his being! he definitely tries to make a good impression around your many friends and of course, they all approve! at first it was questionable but his antics and romantic gestures showed them that he means well!

one thing i think he ADORES though, are your outfits.

he tries to match your style but sometimes it doesn’t work in his favor lol

choromatsu:

nervous and slightly envious. but mostly nervous.

you know that one episode in s3 where he talks about people being ‘sparkly’? k, take that and apply it to here.

your ‘sparkle’ is something he wishes he could achieve but the difference with that is the fact that he’s actually AWARE that he wouldn’t 1. be you and 2. be WITH you.

but then you asked him out and told him you liked him.

great, now he’s just nervous, look what you did!

anyway, besides the silliness and nerves and all that, choromatsu ADORES you. every fiber of his being and everything he does is dedicated to you. he’s out of a job and basically lounges around all day, so that boy has his entire life revolved around you.

i mean sure, your outfits and the amount of friends you have aren’t something he’s used to being around or seeing, but he loves all of that for you! he’s your number one fan, after all!

ichimatsu:

ichi was terrified of you when you guys first met. he literally steered away from you and tried avoiding you at all costs.

the way you just…shined. it kinda freaked him out…

but i guess it was admirable in some kind of way for him because that’s something he just wishes he could be.

when you guys DO get together by SOME miracle, he’s still a tad bit scared but not as much as he was before!

his logic was literally: ‘if she loves me at my worst, then that means i have no reason to be scared of her! omg big brain’ (like common sense ichi, cmon now)

anyway, dating ichimatsu was easy but there are times where it’s a little hard.

see, take osomatsu’s insecurities and double it. and make it happen often.

ichimatsu KNOWS his place in the world and hates the way he is.

but, the light in his life (you), makes him forget about all of that nonsense and he will be eternally grateful for having you around. you’re like.. his balance. you know?

ichi loves you <3

jyushimatsu:

excited to be around you. then again, jyushimatsu’s excited to be around ANYONE.

he likes when you smile at your friends and have a good time, and your friends LOVE jyushi! they love how silly he is and how lively he can make things when you guys are out.

jyushi’s happy that you’re happy and popular or not, your happiness comes first!!

todomatsu:

a LEECH.

no i’m kidding.

but seriously, he soaks it UP when people notice that you now have a boyfriend (him) and they start talking to him.

like, HE FINALLY HAS FRIENDS-

speaking of friends, todomatsu filters out your friends list. what does that mean you may ask? well, first of all, he’s a neet. meaning he has time on his hands.

so initially, what he’ll do is sit comfortably somewhere, get some tea or some coffee, and go through your friends’ list to see if they’re fake or not and literally block and report them.

and you LET HIM.

you have full trust in totty so you guys know each other’s passwords and stuff, but…you just let him.

when you found out though, you questioned why and he literally went “i want what’s best for you” and gave you a sweet kiss. so there’s that.

also at first, he tried SO HARD to get your friends’ approval and such but you reassured him to just be himself and it paid off!

sometimes, he’ll feel bad because he feels like he’s just taking advantage of your popularity so he makes sure you feel extra loved when you guys have your days where it’s just you two at home and you don’t feel like going out.

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and that’s that my friend! sorry it took so long to get this out but i hope it was worth the wait!

peace and love,

jarvis ❤️

#osomatsu san #mr osomatsu x reader #osomatsu san headcanons #osomatsu san imagine #osomatsu x reader #karamatsu x reader #choromatsu x reader #ichimatsu x reader #jyushimatsu x reader #todomatsu x reader #jarvis.fics

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linktotheheart · 5 months

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I've been thinking of two of my biggest fandom loves, Legend of Zelda and The Locked Tomb.

I've seen so many takes that paint Hylia as evil, cruel, an oppressor who rejects the personhood of her chosen champion and steals away Zelda's chance at a life like a parasite creeping in to fill the shell of the girl who was always meant to be a vessel.

I've seen plenty of takes exactly counter to that, which insist that Hylia is kind, that Hylia is a person too and doing her best to love and be loved and save the world and the people she cares so much about and preserve their personhood.

I've also seen a few (though to my taste, not enough) takes on Hylia's ambitions, desires, and reasoning simply being alien to that of Hylians due to her goddesshood. On a human scale, she is amoral, because she operates on the scale of wars and worlds.

But one thing I haven't seen is: what if it's multiple of those? What if she loves her champion and princess so deeply she hurts them in the cruelest of ways? What if she is imperfect? What if she is abusive but not evil and a victim but not good? What if she's all of the above, and is simply so powerful that the way her actions translate to the tiny lives of people are tidal waves that are tiny in her wide ocean but devastation to the tiny island chains scattered throughout?

What if her actions are necessary and inexcusable? What if she destroys Link and Zelda every time she is trying to save them, her hands too big for the tiny fragile pieces of their heart? What if she is the most flexible narrative force, meant to represent courage, wisdom, power, and love?

What if The Legend of Zelda is just as much a story about the horrors of love as The Locked Tomb is? What if the horrors and wonders are just two sides of the same coin that is love? What if Hylia is kind and cruel and all the messy human things and an unfathomable deity? What if she is more than one thing? What if she is many things?

I dunno. Maybe it's just my adoration for the many different, often contradictory lenses through which the fandom views her. Maybe it's the way each iteration of LoZ paints her in a different light. In Skyward Sword, practically a main character, driving the narrative and being herself swept up in it. In Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom, nearly absent beyond her fingerprints left on the hearts of Link and Zelda and her faint voice granting her hero back his strength. In still other games, fainter but still present like a slowly beating heart beneath the skin of Hyrule and realms beyond.

I love every interpretation of her. I love takes that pull from classical mythology to make her flawed and as petty and cruel as humans can be. I love takes that pull from the idea of a perfectly good deity that is a paragon of virtue. I love takes that stem from religious trauma that find her more cruel than Demise and more culpable for the destruction of their war.

I love takes in which she destroys Link and Zelda. I love takes in which she saves them. I love takes in which she and Zelda are one and the same, in ways that either maintain their separate personhood or synthesize it into an entirely new being (plurality, hello!). I love takes in which she and her champions control the strings of fate, and ones where they are helplessly entangled and imprisoned by them. I love takes in which she devours and takes in which she is subsumed.

Why should it only ever be one or the other? Why can't it be both? What's mutual exclusivity to an omnipotent goddess? Alternatively, how could she not be many things when she is a deity too helpless to save anyone herself?

Idk. Just, the horrors of love and how they don't erase or negate the wonders of it. How the two build on one another to make each greater. How pain and pleasure are just two kinds of ecstasy, and it's all just stimulation of nerve fibers. How Legend of Zelda is, above all, a mythos being retold throughout the ages in different worlds, and how therefore, it necessitates it's characters being many things.

Y'know?

#legend of zelda #hylia #link #zelda #the locked tomb #loz #tlt

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loosesodamarble · 2 months

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Hiya Erika! For the ask game; may I ask for 4, 8, and 19 please 🥰?

Hee hee! Thanks for dropping in Lyra! It's always a pleasure to have you on my blog!

You may ask those questions! And answers you shall receive!

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4) with dialogue i'm proud of

Okay okay okay! I'm really proud of this particular snippet and its dialogue because it's primarily dialogue. Yes there are sentences to indicate action but I feel like the tenderness and adoration that Josele and Nacht share is really felt without outright telling the reader how they talk to each other (as in I don't use dialogue tags).

I especially like how the last few lines of dialogue, it's left vague as to who speaks what line. But it really works either way. And that's the intention and I kajshdglahsriuth!

“How many stars do you think there are?” Josele pulled her knees up to her chest and leaned into Nacht more. “Don’t know. But none of them are as pretty as you.” Nacht rested his cheek on the crown of Josele’s head. He began to rub her arm, up and down. “Heh heh! Where’d you get that line from?” “Nowhere. Or maybe you. You’ve always been like the stars to me. But better.” “That’s… You’re surprisingly romantic.” “I don’t try. But if it makes you happy.” “It does.” Their voices, growing quieter with each response, were carried into the night sky. “Are you getting tired?” “A little… I think it’s because you’re so warm.” “We’re wrapped in your cloak…” “Your handiwork. So it really is all thanks to you…” Nacht’s touch moved down Josele’s arm and came to rest on her hand. “Stay with me?” “Until the sunrise?” “No… Just stay with me…” “Of course…”

Nacht and Josele are just so... They're so soft here. Their relationship is a struggle but it's moments like this that make it worthwhile.

8) that hurt my own feelings to write

Someone requested Greyche hurt/comfort a while back and well, at first it hurt to write.

Grey went out into the hall. And again, she called out for Gauche. “Gauche? Gauche, please answer me!” Tears began stinging in Grey’s eyes. A still body… She started to tremble and even wrapping her arms around herself didn’t help. A heavy and limp body… Her heart sank with a familiar fear. Skin that only grew colder with each passing moment… What if that dream wasn’t a dream? But a memory that she was pushing down and trying to deny? Because surely Gauche, her reckless but resilient Gauche, would be with her if he was alive. Grey collapsed. She felt unfathomably heavy and yet dizzyingly hollow at the same time. It felt as though every fiber of her being was being pricked by needles. The sound that came out of Grey’s throat was pain incarnate. Strained. Desperate. Wretched. Grey couldn’t stand it. All she wanted was him at that moment. But he wasn’t there. Why wasn’t Gauche there for her?

I avoided writing out a full on panic attack (since I don't have first hand experience and I never read up on the topic) but finding a way to depict Grey replaying her nightmare and the effect of fear on her physical state had me misty-eyed.

I'm sorry Grey! I'm sorry I had to make you sad for a bit!

19) from that project that was SUPPOSED to be short but then i kept writing and now it is very long

Okay this isn't entirely my fault that this one thing became 12000+ words. It was a collab between me and @thoughtfullyrainynightmare. So I'll say she has (takes moment to create bs calculation) 14% of the blame?

The gentleness of her light, the politeness she offered to him, it invited him to stay rather than scare him off. She seemed like a light that Dusk's shadow could linger around. Cyraleona lifted her gaze and when she looked at the boy, she caught him once again staring at her with wide eyes just before he hurriedly looked away. She found it endearing, in the sense that she'd done the same before and understood. "P-perhaps you'd like to take your mind off of... those things," she said, glancing away as well. "And maybe find somewhere else to talk. Outside a restroom is..." "Unrefined? Or just weird?" A weak laugh, but a laugh all the same, passed his lips. "I was going to say smelly," Cyraleona joked in reply. She pointed down the hall. "There's a library not too far from here. Would you like to go there?" "Mm, s-sure." The two of them walked in silence towards the library. This time, instead of Cyraleona stepping ahead as the guide, the girl and boy were side-by-side, though there was a decent gap between their shoulders. A few times, Cyraleona took a look at the boy. His tears had dried and his expression relaxed, mostly, as a slight tension in his brow remained. His presence had become like his mana, cool and quiet. A far cry from his earlier state. She felt odd, not quite relaxed with the boy but his presence was not a pressure like it was with other nobles she's met. He's okay. Dusk observed her back. At the way she kept her hands close instead of letting them swing at her sides. He couldn't make sense of how someone who was light could struggle with others; then again, he didn't really know the girl. But what he did know was that when she glanced at him, it did make his heart flutter but it didn't make it tight with fear. She's okay.

The first meeting between Dusk and Cyra... The introverted sweethearts. The reason this collab ended up so long was because there was so much introspection for the two. They just kept thinking and acting with hesitation. But maybe that's the beauty of it too. Despite being bad at socializing, the two of them ended up spending a considerable amount of time together.

#questions from the ask box #ask game #soda asides #lyra of the future #also side note but digging through and reading my old writing...#i miss being able to write more consistently #i hope my writing drought comes to an end

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eilinelsghost · 6 months

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Writing Year Wrapped

As someone who struggles to name things in my own writing that I enjoy (thanks, childhood of being repeatedly told that anything but self-derision was arrogance), I thought it might be nice to have an excuse in case anyone else needs a reason to talk about things they're proud of.

So for the year end, let's get this going!

3 Favorite Fics You've Written This Year

Atanatárissë || My 2023 TRSB fic written to accompany @anerea-lantiria's absolutely incredible art. It was an unexpected delight to get to push into the Atani mythology and this one will always be really close to my heart.

A Heady Fragrance of Honey || Finrod's moment of Balan-epiphany and my chance to delve into a bit of his background in Valinor.

And Still the Light Returns || One of the things that has always made me flinch about the Finrod/Bëor dynamic is how Bëor pretty much abandons his kids. Getting to wrangle with that (and make Balan wrangle with that too) was good for my heart. Also have I mentioned that I adore Belen? I adore Belen.

3 Fics That Stretched You the Most

In These Holy Waters || I hated this one with an absolute passion when I posted it. It was like pulling teeth trying to get words on the page. I've now come to terms with it and find I have a fond spot for it after all.

A Harmony Refracted || Honestly either of the anon smuts would count here, but this one is the better of the two so it's the one I'll list. Never thought I'd write smut, but it was weirdly freeing to try it after a very shame-centric upbringing.

Many a Dreadful Path || Writing Beren has been one of the hardest things in the entire Atandil series so far. I just cannot find that guy's voice for the life of me. This continues to be a struggle as the series continues, but I wrangled a lot with him on this one and was fairly pleased with where it landed.

3 Favorite Lines You've Written As always, I'm going to stretch the definition bit on what "a line" is because I need these to make sense.

"He could see all the way to the shore, the crags where he had perched only a few minutes before shining crisp and vivid through the water. And there to his right—Nóm dazzling in the midst of it. A cloud of gold, his hair floating about him; his body suspended as though caught in glass with the shimmering light cascading along its facets." —In These Holy Waters, Atandil 14

"So it was to be reborn, Finrod mused as he moved ever nearer his brother, the essence of your fëa lingering and binding you to your place in the world, to the memory of your vessel, but you knew the unmaking yet within every fiber. Each sinew held too the memory of that. You walked through the world, more permeable than before, light and pain both spilling more easily from its cracks." —Little Lords of the Brine

"Yet my reticence faltered once and in that brief moment she rose beside me—a balm and not a sharp thing of shearing edges. And she has remained there ever since, steady through the tempests, my first love gone before me as I go now before those who remain, a loss abated not deeper delved. Do not flee memory for fear of heightening pain, for it is the physic that soothes the long ache and that which binds the wound together. Remind Nóm of it as well, for he will forget it." —Atanatárissë, Chapter 5

3 Characters You Enjoyed Writing (that surprised you)

Belen || My dearest lil guy, my baby hedgehog, my adorable nerd. He has a single reference in the intro notes of the Athrabeth and has turned into one of my absolute favorite characters in the entire series.

Estreth || She showed up as an accident and ended up a damn delight.

Hiril || She was in a list of people I thought it would make sense to explore in my TRSB fic and she surprised me by ending up one of the easiest voices to find, when I expected her to be one of the more difficult.

3 Unexpected Inspirations

A joke about whether Nargothrond just had some random Lembas Lady resulted in one of my new favorite characters in Atandil: Meril, besain of Nargothrond who was born in Cuiviénen and is one of Finrod's chief counselors.

The Father Duck story from And Still the Light Returns is based on a story from my childhood. We lived on a lake and a duck got caught in the ice in the middle of our bay. My mom and our neighbor dragged a canoe down and chopped their way through the ice to get the duck. It lived in our neighbor's bathtub for a bit until the local vet was open and could help get it to a wildlife center to recover and be set loose.

My 4 year old blowing a penny whistle as hard as he could for an unbelievably long time gave us Belen and his carved flute in A Shuddering in the Air.

3 WIPs You're Excited About in the Upcoming Year

Darkly the Sundering Flood || Mostly listing this because I'm *hoping* that putting it on here jinxes me and makes it a fic from this year still. It's Atandil 15. It's a beast. It has been murdering me for 2 months.

The Reckoning of Souls || Still Atandil. The gang is in Tol-in-gaurhoth. Everybody's having a terrible time. We discuss souls and Orcs and making people complicit in their own breaking.

A Broken Reflection (working title) || The boys finally get together.

3 People Tagged to Share Theirs

Tagging with zero pressure:

@thelordofgifs

@sallysavestheday

@polutrope

#writing year wrapped #tumblr games #finrod #bëor #my fic #the silmarillion

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toxiccrybabyart · 1 year

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More diamonds!

Behold, the small diamonds in another screenshot redraw

Lore and original reference below!

Please read it I liked writing this.

Pink Diamond (Steven Universe)

The excited one.

Everyone knows pink Diamond, the diamond who fell in love with her colony and tried to free it, and her pearl, who followed her out of love. Together they faked her shattering, and ran to protect Earth and the humans who lived on it.

Everyone knows the classic girlie, my beloved pink diamond. Pink is very princess themed, rose being a graceful elegant princess, and Pink, her jester like counterpart.

Blue Diamond (Sage Universe)

The more emotional one.

She discovered Earth and fell in love with its beautiful oceans and silly humans. She sobbed for the other diamonds to free earth, but they simply thought it was another tantrum, and dismissed her time and time again. So she faked her shattering with the help of her Pearl, a soft spoken gem who would do anything to make her diamond happy.

This cutie was so fun to do. Her theming is based off the medieval era, with a slightly more peasant dnd look to her design. I’ve struggled with this design for years, but she finally looks the way I want her to. I let her keep Blue pearl, I just can’t bear to separate the diamonds from their pearls. Blue Pearl is still very soft spoken and sweet, but she can still get angry in the way only blue gems do best, balancing the cute and the scary 💙 She still adores art, and will pursue that later in the “series”

Yellow Diamond (Stephan Universe)

The cautious one.

At first, Yellow didn’t see the appeal of her colony. But after observing the humans, and the strength they showed, she fell in love with the toughness of Earth. She demanded to free her colony, but her fellow diamonds didn’t listen, used to her spoiled behavior. So, with the help of her mischievous pearl, she faked her shattering, fighting for Earth with every fiber of her being. Her pearl was happy for the adventure, and the attention that came with it.

Yellows theming has always felt very war general to me, so I felt the need to keep that warrior, soldier type theming with how she looks. This particular look is, spoiled royal interested in fighting, if that makes sense. Yellow pearl is still in love with herself, but I gave her a bit more mischief. She’s a fan of drama and being sneaky. Of course she still adores modeling, how could I take that from her, come on.

White diamond (Scorpio Universe)

The curious one.

White was fascinated with Earth from day one. She’d never seen a planet so lush, with such thriving species of so many creatures. The way everything fell perfectly into place, and yet was so chaotic and strange, made White want to protect it. She tried to advocate for Earth, but her diamonds ignored her, building her a zoo to satiate her drive to have some of these creatures. But it wasn’t the same, it was too orderly, the organic chaos was gone. So, she faked her own shattering with the help of her pearl, fleeing to earth to study and protect its inhabitants.

Oh man, this one felt so easy and yet I feel like I have to explain myself here. All my White designs are themed after the 1950s, idk why, it just, feels right. So of course, baby White here is themed after the 1950s idea of what the future would be like, think, the Jetsons, or those pin up drawings of the space girls. Her pearl is entirely original, so I’m still working on her. I think she’s very sweet and interested in the scientific aspect just like White, though.

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thescrolls-haveforetold · 1 year

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I adore your protagonist ocs with every fiber of my being and I can't get enough of them. May we see what they look like in-game?

thank you so much<33!! unfortunately, i have no idea how to mod, so my graphics are NOT super good for Morrowind n' Oblibion JHGHJK

This is Juno!! i gave her a proper design AFTER i created her. which is unfortunate, im not totally willing to buy a token to change appearance though. cuz im broke LMFAOOO

Heres Nerevar! Her vibe is not entirely accurate to what i draw but she gets the job done!! originally, an ex-friend asked me to go with a redguard for an optimum build- dont regret it bc this lil girlie has been the source of my brainrot for a year or two now

THIS is valiel. who started out as a joke design until i actually started to draw him properly and got overly attached to his design being pale

HERES Kynwyn. classic skyrim making her look kinda old KJHBJN ft serana peekin in

#the elder scrolls #nerevarine #tes #Oc: Nerevarine (Nameless)#Oc: Kynwyn the Dragon #Oc: Valiel Hlaalu-Septim #Oc: Juno Amabilia #thanks for the ask<333 #lettin me talk about my characters

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vexicwrites · 2 years

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Perfect

Summary: Tim admires his boyfriend

Warnings: none

"My name is Bernard Fitzmartin, I'm the director of Special Projects here at S.T.A.R. Labs."

Tim loved listening to Bernard in his element, reminiscing on the day they met when Bernard had said the exact same sentence and Tim had almost been too smitten to hear it. He was just so confident, so sure of himself. It sent butterflies erupting in his stomach every time he was near. Tim watched and listened as Bernard gave the class of schoolchildren a tour of the lobby, sipping coffee from the kiosk near the entrance.

"Mr. Martin, does Superman visit here?" A small child in a Superman t-shirt asked with her hand up in the air.

Bernard smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he answered. "Sometimes, yes. Here at S.T.A.R. Labs, we've developed a handful of gadgets that have helped him save Metropolis and the rest of the world right down that hallway." He said, gesturing to his right. "We can't go down there today but I assure you everything we can show you will be just as interesting."

The children broke out in excited chatter and another raised his hand. "Do you know The Flash?"

"Unfortunately, I haven't gotten the chance to meet him yet. Shall we continue on?" Bernard asked brightly, leading the children and teachers down a hall to his left.

Tim watched as Bernard gestured and explained, his voice carrying down the hall. God, he was perfect and Tim was sure he'd never been more in love.

The sun was setting by the time the tour was over and the lobby had cleared out of workers and guests alike. Bernard returned to his office, tired but pleased and trying to come up with a decent plan of attack for how he was going to finish what he needed to do and still get home at a decent hour.

Tim turned in Bernard's office chair when the door opened and shot the older man a bright grin.

"Tim? I thought you'd already left." Bernard said, looking as pleased to see him as Tim was.

Tim stood and came around the desk, producing a bag of takeout, "thought I'd surprise you with some dinner, if you're up for it, that is."

Bernard's eyes lit up and he took the bag gratefully. "I'd love to, thank you." He said, placing a gentle kiss on Tim's cheek.

Tim felt a warmth spread throughout his body and he grabbed Bernard's hand, leading him out of his office and down to the terrace outside. The sky was lit up with stars and there was a light breeze that made the entire atmosphere idyllic.

"How do you always know exactly what I need?" Bernard asked with an adoring look. Tim felt himself blush and he leaned in for a chaste kiss.

"I dunno, I guess I just…know you. Somehow, even though we've only been together for a couple of months. I feel like we were always meant to be like this, you know?"

"Yeah, I do," Bernard said softly. He leaned in for another kiss and Tim felt his heart skip a beat. He was so in love with Bernard, he could feel it in every fiber of his being. They just felt right. Perfect.

#I'm not obsessed you're obsessed #timbern #timber #bernard fitzmartin #tim drake #dc titans #s.t.a.r. labs #STAR labs #hbo titans #titans season 4 #titans s4 #titans #vexic writes

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sheepkebby · 1 year

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What do you think Keith's dynamic would be with the other survivors if he were in the Savanna group?

I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME-

Keith and Ellis are obviously best friends, and they can never shut the hell up when they're together. They're constantly talking, laughing, singing, just straight up having the best time ever. The others absolutely get double the amount of usual headaches, but at the very least they're glad to see Ellis is so happy to be talking to his buddy again. Plus, there's a lot more light in the group now that Keith and Ellis are bright balls of sunshine together. It's hard not to be optimistic about your chances when two of your teammates are constantly shouting WOOOOOO LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOO

(Also everyone can definitely tell that Ellis and Keith are crushing on each other, and it melts everyone's hearts to see two idiots tiptoe around their feelings for each other like the stupidest ballerinas ever) ((#Kellis for life))

Keith and Rochelle would be absolutely adorable together. Ro treats Ellis as if he were a little brother and Keith is no different. Though, she'd probably treat Keith more like a muddy stray dog she found out in the rain one night. Rochelle thinks Keith is stupid and funny and she loves how he gives Nick noogies. Keith immediately takes a liking to Rochelle and wants to impress her with his stupid stunts. He's about to do a backflip off a cliff and he's like "RO!!! HEY RO ARE YOU WATCHING?? RO! WATCH!!! WATCH ME THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME!!"

Keith and Coach would be interesting, I think. I mean the obvious choice for a dynamic would be Coach going Dad Mode and being a sort of father figure to Keith, and honestly? I do like the idea, but I also feel like Keith and Coach would be BEST FRIENDS❗❗ Like, they both like rock music and sports and tasty food, they're both Big Boys™ with Big Hearts™ and I bet they'd have tons more in common. I can see them tossing a ball around in the yard before going inside to scarf down the biggest hamburgers anyone's ever seen. Then they stay up late laughing loud as fuck over jokes only southerners would get, and they accidentally keep the entire saferoom awake.

Keith and Nick would have the most fun dynamic in my opinion- Nick has already grown a tolerance for stupid countryfolk after spending so much time with Ellis, but he immediately recognizes that Keith is way more of a bastard than Ellis is. He audibly goes "ugghh" whenever Keith enters the room. The rest of the group has already made it very clear that they won't tolerate Nick's bitchiness if it's genuinely mean-spirited (lighthearted teasing is ok) so Nick isn't allowed to bully Keith as much as he'd like to. Keith, on the other hand, absolutely LOVES bullying Nick. He'll ruffle Nick's hair and wipe his dirty hands on Nick's sleeve just because it's funny. Despite their differences, Keith will openly admit he enjoys spending time with Nick because he's a total badass (and it's funny to tease him, Keith doesn't mean any harm by it anyways). Nick will try and convince everyone that he hates Keith with every fiber of his being, and everyone's like "sure Nick", because they know he was lying when he said he hated Ellis, and he's definitely lying again.

#thanks for the ask!!!!!#I think about them. constantly #also i promise i'm getting through all my asks lol!! I read and enjoy every single one of them #i just really wanna draw responses for a few of them and art takes time lmao #love u guys so muuuuuuuch #kebby asks #l4d2 #left 4 dead 2 #l4d #left 4 dead #keith l4d2 #l4d2 keith #nick l4d2 #coach l4d2 #rochelle l4d2 #ellis l4d2

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misteria247 · 5 months

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The Twilight Saga is one of those books that I'll forget I own till like years later when I stumble upon it, go-

"Oh hey-! It's the trashy romance novels of my early preteen/teenage years that I read several times over and adored with every fiber of my being!!"

Read a few pages or chapters of it, put it down with the rest of my books. And then completely forget about it and unknowingly restart the cycle all over again.

..........anyways so I've been reading the Twilight Saga again and let me tell ya. Rereading it as an adult is such a wild experience. Like what 12, 13 year old me thought of as romantic is now the complete opposite for 26, near 27 year old me. Like I'm at the part where Bella and Edward have to team up for their science project. And the entire time Bella's a bit confused and put off by Edward and his attitude. Cuz like the last time she'd seen him, he'd reacted as if she was an abomination of God himself, like she was just this stinky, stinky gal. And had tried to switch his classes around so he wouldn't have to be in the same class as her much less the same room and then he fucked right off for a whole ass week with no word to anyone. And now here he is like-

"Bestie, it's been awhile how you been? How's the home life and your emotional and mental state???"

And I'm just like fucking what??? Cuz he was so mean to her and has basically been a menace to Bella and Bella for some strange reason begins to basically trauma dump onto this boy?? Who's been nothing but rude and mean to her??? And she tells him about how she misses her mom and how she basically feels miserable being with her dad (which is such bullshit cuz Charlie is literally the best fucking dad in the world??? Like girl what the actual fuck-). And Edward is like-

"Well that doesn't sound fair."

To which Bella's like-

"Life's not fair that's literally how it is."

To which Edward responds with the whole-

"You put on a good show, but I'm willing to bet that you suffer more than you let on."

Which obviously pisses her off cuz that's kinda personal stuff that he's prying into and he just continues to basically tease or poke fun at her and get smug when he's right about his assumption. And I'm just sitting here wondering how the hell did this turn into a romantic relationship?????? Like all they've done is get off on the wrong foot with every interaction they've had and I'm just mind boggled-

#oli talks #ooc #muns ramblings #mindless ramblings of a madman #twilight saga #twilight #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #midnight sun #stephanie meyer #edward cullen #bella swan #isabella swan #charlie swan #make this make sense I feel like I'm losing my mind shshshshshshsgsgsj #I know that this is a romance and romances can be hella wonky and weird but dude-#this is also around the same time frame where I got into Inuyasha which is also technically a romance story in some way #preteen/teenage me was absolutely insane your honor

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animebw · 2 years

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Short Reflection: Girls’ Last Tour

Post-apocalyse fiction is a surprisingly versatile genre. From zombie survival to natural disasters, from tales of humanity at war with itself to tales of humanity rising from the ashes, there’s a lot you can explore after the fall of civilization. As time goes on, though, I’ve found that my favorite sub-genre of post-apocalypse fiction involves stories that explore the very very end. Not just a world where society has collapsed, but a world that is, itself, staring down the barrel of its own demise. Maybe that’s just the sick, twisted freak in me, but I find something deeply compelling about stories that ask us to bear witness to the dying days of existence as we know it. When life itself is almost over, what purpose is left to pursue? What goal is left to fight over? How does one find meaning at the end of all things? These are heavy, heady questions, but when a story has the guts to ask them and the skill to answer them, the impact it leaves on me is second to none. And few stories in recent memory have pulled that off as spectacularly as Girls’ Last Tour.

To be honest, though, calling Girls’ Last Tour “spectacular” feels like doing it a disservice. Not because it’s inaccurate- it’s fucking great- but because it misrepresents what makes this show so powerful. To me, calling something “spectacular” suggests a high-impact, high-octane thrill ride that will have you cheering and crying at the intensity of the, well, spectacle unfolding before you. And Girls’ Last Tour is on the complete opposite end of the spectrum. It doesn’t seek to shock and awe, but to envelop you in its tone and themes, slowly marinating you in them until they permeate every fiber of your being. It’s the kind of show that creeps into your subconscious and unlocks emotions in you so raw and primal you struggle to put them into words. This anime affected me, on a deep, intimate level few anime ever reach. And it did so not with shocking plot twists or epic battles, but with two girls traveling a dying earth, contemplating their place in life as they explore the bones of a world long since faded into the past.

That sentence basically sums up the entire plot. Chi and Yuu are two girls set adrift in a world where life as we know it has all but ended. All that remains are a series of giant super-structure cities, stacked on top of each other in massive plains of metal, and a near-perpetual snowfall that blankets the wasteland outside in a cold, desolate white (Between this, Wolf’s Rain, and Vampire in the Garden, I’m starting to realize that post-apocalyptic steampunk ice worlds are one of my all-time favorite aesthetics). There are no signs of life, no pockets of civilization, no way to fix what’s been so thoroughly broken. The world ended long ago; all that’s left now are the last few fading embers struggling to stay alight. But Chi and Yuu carry on all the same, rolling through the endless supercity in their miniscule tank, searching for a path to the highest level for some unknown reason. Along the way, they contemplate the ruins of the world that was, stumbling across relics of what used to be in abundance- a fish, a temple, a house, a camera, the concept of music, the rare encounter with another living thing- and wonder what all this must have meant to the humans who lived here so long ago.

It wouldn’t be wrong to describe Girls’ Last Tour as a cute-girls slice-of-life show. Chi and Yuu are both adorable moeblobs with character designs that wouldn’t look out of place in Hidamari Sketch, and the show is all about them having episodic encounters with new and interesting situations. It’s just that the cute thing these girls are doing is pondering the meaning of life itself in a world where life is all but at its end. Or at least, Chi ponders it; Yuu’s content to just go with the flow and live for her next mealtime. And that push and pull between them lies at the heart of this show’s thematic power. Through Chi and Yuu’s intimate, bickering chemistry and the different ways they approach the world, Girls’ Last Tour asks us to consider: which is more important, the past or the present? Should be contemplate and record what used to be, even if no one will eventually be left to see it? Should we forget the past entirely and enjoy our too-brief time alive before its over? In a world where everything is about to end, is it still worth it to find meaning in what’s come before, or should we cherish what little time we have in the here and now before it slips through our fingers?

These questions are rarely stated aloud, but they hang over every transient episode in these girls’ lives. Every new object they find, every new person they talk to, every new concept they try to wrap their heads around, all of it bears the question of why. Why do these things matter? Why did people care so much about them? Why do we continue to care about them when their initial purpose is rendered meaningless? Why, in the end, do we live? And now that life itself is coming to a close and no one will be around to remember it, why was it worth living at all? The answers aren’t always painful; one of the greatest things about this show is how much joy there is to be found amidst the quiet, existential despair of a fading world. Simple actions like listening to the rain as it makes music by bouncing off various metal objects, or getting drunk and dancing under the moonlight, or Yuu drawing in Chi’s journal as a way of recording her own version of history, are able to rock you to your core with their understated sense of whimsy. Even when facing the end of all things, the human spirit remains as it ever was: curious, hopeful, forever reaching for the understanding that lies just beyond its grasp.

And perhaps that’s the best way to describe what makes Girls’ Last Tour so goddamn affecting. It’s a story that finds peace in the end of all things, not because it’s a release from a painful existence, but because it knows that we will continue to find a reason to live right up until it’s all over. It knows that everything will end someday, but it trusts us to make the most of the time we have left, whatever detours we end up taking along the way. It’s the ultimate artistic expression of that one Dr. Seuss quote: don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened. Nothing is eternal, not people, not planets, not even existence itself. But right now, we’re still here. So let’s live and love and wonder and wander and find peace in the meaning we make ourselves. And when it’s finally over, let’s go out with a smile on our face, content in the knowledge that it was worth being alive after all. That is the message of Girls’ Last Tour, in all its moments of joy and sorrow alike. And it’s a message that will linger with me every time I think back to these two girls far in the future, searching for meaning in the long-forgotten ruins of my current existence.

If there’s anything to criticize about this show, it’s that it’s sadly incomplete. The anime only adapts the first two thirds of the manga, and while it comes to about as perfect an ending as it could under the circumstances, the realities of cours-based anime production make it unlikely we’ll ever see the manga’s final two volumes animated. And that is a fucking crime, because without spoiling anything, the final third of the Girls’ Last Tour manga solidifies it as my favorite manga of all time. Don’t get me wrong, the stuff this adaptation covers is plenty fantastic, and the anime does an incredible job bringing the manga’s melancholy aesthetic to life (it honestly feels like an early 2000s Kino’s Journey-alike in its animation and direction, though with much better CG integration and digital compositing). But the way the manga develops and resolves in that final stretch laid me out on the floor like almost nothing else. It is a masterpiece like none other, and it’s deeply sad we’ll likely never see it adapted to completion. Though maybe that’s for the best, honestly; seeing those final chapters brought to life with the anime’s incredible presentation might just actually kill me.

Still, if the worst I can say about an anime is that it doesn’t reach the absolute best part of its source material, I can’t really complain that much. Girls’ Last Tour the Manga may be the most complete version of this story, but Girls’ Last Tour the Anime stands on its own just fine. It’s a beautiful, breathtaking, achingly earnest rumination on our place in the world, from a scale as large as the sweep of human history to a scale as small as two girls finding happiness in a weird square potato. This may be, as the title says, these girls’ last tour, but I can’t think of any better journey to say goodbye with. And I award this anime a score of:

9/10

Now go watch it and then read the manga. Both are fantastic and deserve your love. In the meantime, I’ve got some Fruits Basket to watch, so I’ll see you next time for that!

#anime #the anime binge-watcher #tabw #girls last tour #girls' last tour #shoujo shuumatsu ryokou #2017 aniwatch

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bookwyrminspiration · 9 months

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okay and general reactions bc i wrote them in my notes app when i remembered to. me going "OLA ESCAPED????" was quickly followed by "OLA DIED??????" and then ten minutes of quietly sobbing as kihrin said "i lost. you all won." etc etc and THEN (when kihrin was in hell w janel) "diversity win! the giant all consuming demon that traumatized you when you were fifteen transcends gender!" followed by me getting SOOO enraptured in this book. was whisper screaming and going "OHHHH" like a high schooler watching a fight which progressively got louder until kihrin's hand closed around the handle of urthaenriel and then i had to put down the book and fucking. WHEEZE. my bad dude just uh pulled the magic sword you've been planning to steal for decades out of the fucking ground. what's up.

but ALSO also ALSO. the characters are so DISTINCT. im already staring at janel like what is up with you what HAPPENED with the demons why do you roam hell at night and why do people think you're something holy. but also just in general the entire first book cast.... teraeth and khaemezra (DEATH????) and thurvishar (<- help. am i spelling that one right) and jarith and therin and miya-khaeriel.... like they're so memorable and so much fun i haven't read a book with such solid characters in SUCH a huge worldspace in so so long. and then kihrin's humor which is like so intrinsic to a main character obviously they're going to be funny but it makes you laugh at such INOPPORTUNE TIMES. when talon healed from the crossbow and kihrin just stared at her and was like "I just want you to know this has been a really bad day." him going "AHAHAHAHA. THIS ISN'T A PROPHECY THIS IS JUST PEDRON BRAGGING THAT HE GETS AROUND." the long pause after darzin came in swinging after talon-as-alshena and kihrin did a thing. etc etc. the humor & the tone etc reminds me vaguely of Saga by. oh no i can't remember the author. brian vaughn i think? which is an ongoing series of comics about a kid named hazel who is the child of a winged lady and a guy with horns who were on opposite sides of a war & were then forced to become Parents and On the Run, and there are TV heads and stuff, it is very fun despite (waves my hand in its general direction) weirdness

Sorya you don't understand this is all I have ever wanted in life, someone to scream about this series with <- said as if I'm not in a discord for that specific purpose. It's SO fun to share this experience with someone

But you're so right! The way this series is you have very little clue who is going to be important and stay important, so when Surdyeh, father figure I figured would stay around a while, died at the very beginning and then Ola died at the end? It was just a well guess they're not that important after all kind of moment. Had to kill Surdyeh to replace him with Darzin and then kill Darzin to replace him with Therin. Kihrin is burning through these father figures damn.

And yes!! The ending of book 1 KILLS me, he lost. They all won. Things go so so incredibly south. And yet the story goes on, it's not over yet; you don't get to walk away.

DIVERSITY WIN!! Seriously though there are quite a handful of diversity wins like that in this series, which I highly appreciate. Is it perfect? Of course not, but DAMN do I appreciate that Lyons wasn't afraid to fuck around

Also imagine being Gadrith in that moment?? I am undead and have spent longer than you can imagine scouring the world for this once specific sword that you happened to grab on accident. from the middle of the city I live in. I think I'd lose my shit. Well, he kinda did actually

YEAH!! The cast is huge but no one bleeds into each other, there's a full range of beliefs and morals and opinions and personalities and backgrounds and it's SO impressive. Just so you know you will get to spend a lot of time with Janel though, so that's something to look forward to. I adore her with every fiber of my being. She could kill me without a second thought, and that's not just me saying that because I like her. She genuinely could absolutely decimate me in a variety of ways. And if you think the distinct characters are impressive now, just you wait because Lyons practically doubles if not triples the cast and!! they are all!! still!! so distinct from each other!!

And Kihrin is such a little shit and it's so endearing. Not in a "I'm not taking anything seriously and lets fuck around way" but in a "god fucking dammit I have no choice but to do all this shit, might as well try and have fun while I'm at it." Maybe it's a little cliche for a main character to be so so silly, but it's Kihrin and I'd forgive him of any and all sins.

I have never heard of Saga before, but perhaps I'll check it out! I am thrilled that you are enjoying this series btw, cannot express that enough. i refuse to shut up about it ever

#a chorus of dragons #the ruin of kings #quil's queries #soryasongsaa #also! author is like. currently announcing a new standalone book and the discord is freaking out (in a good way)#so! if you're looking for something else to read in like. probably a year or something idk #i will be reading it there is zero doubt about that

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kiealer · 11 months

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META ASKS: If Your OC Was Canon. // accepting!

@unboundpower asked:

What changes do you think would be made between your muse as they exist in your head vs how they would be treated as part of canon? / go off if you need to 🍵

THIS...... is a difficult question.

As Ninazu is now, i.e. how I write her, she's a strong-willed, compassionate person who’s stubborn but only is that way because she wants to help. She’s useful even though she makes mistakes, she has her heart in the right place. She’s a legitimate asset to the team and shows that she can hold her own.

Canon-wise is a little difficult for me to think about, but... I feel as though she may be under utilized and really only there for healing. In the beginning, she may be seen as overly-fragile and needing to be coddled by the Z Fighters at every turn. She'd be hiding behind Goku and Piccolo, always at Gohan's side, very hesitant and nervous to interact with the others. She'd be seen as a delicate flower in need of protecting, and I'm sure she would've had the Z Fighters coming to her rescue once or twice, maybe even in the midst of the Cell Juniors battle. So I'm sure she'd basically be dead weight for a lot of the fighting... I'm not sure if they'd even allow her to fight, or allow her to learn how to fight? That may still be present, but it wouldn't come very handy if she's written as cowardly or incapable.

As she gets older, as a teenager, I'm almost positive she would come across as entirely useless throughout the Buu saga. Her skills would hardly be utilized and she would be grouped in with the other women during almost the whole event. Although, to be frank, my memory of that entire arc is very limited since I haven't seen it in a long time. I wonder if they'd make her act brattier considering she's a teenage girl, but considering how they handle Videl, I think she may be safe from that.

Now in SUPER... oh, boy. As much as I love and adore that series with every fiber of my being, I know the writing can be garbage, and that does not bode well for my little hybrid. I'd like to think that the writers would keep her tolerable and likable, but I'm not entirely sure. I fear that she may be portrayed as pushier, cockier, only for her hopes to be dashed. Maybe she'd be insistent on trying to prove herself only to get pummeled by whatever threat she's facing. Hell, they might outright just not include her in some arcs aside from the ones where it would make the most sense that she'd be in. I already try to write her to fit into the story as seamlessly as possible, but Super would for sure just not know what to do with her. The only arcs I could see her having relevance in are the movie re-telling arcs and the future trunks arc, in which she may be handled terribly! Hell maybe they really WOULD have a kidnapping theme but write that as an excuse to keep her out of the story/portray how helpless she actually is and that she needs to be saved. I can only imagine how many mistakes they would have her make. Her uses in the beginning would gradually come to a stop, and she would become more redundant than anything.

To be frank, I’m entirely unsure how canon would actually handle her, but I fear that they would take her down the wrong direction and make her a damsel in distress kind of deal, or just make her presence redundant and go along using senzu beans anyway.

#unboundpower #║ ✰〳ooc.#║ ✰〳asks.#[ this was a difficult one to answer bc i honestly have very little idea how she would actually be handled #these are more fearful assumptions than certainties ]

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detroit-grand-prix · 2 years

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Wildest Dreams Chapter 15 - gold rush

Chapter summary: After a season of struggle and triumph in spite of it, Bee goes on summer break, and then on to Monza - The Temple of Speed, and her favorite track.

Content warning: References to a previous sexual assualt

Chapter word count: 5,448

Author's Notes: Not much to say with this chapter, notes or reference-wise! The 2018 F2 car was introduced with huge reliability issues. Here's an article talking about Russian Time's issues with it in particular, but the entire field was having problems that year - not surprising, given that F2 is a spec series where all the cars are the same.

I just decided it was high time that Bee get a little bit of glory. I'd wish I'd been able to squeeze in some more interaction with Susie or Natalie, but I also kind of wanted to convey that Bee is starting to not need to lean on either of them all the time, so it just didn't feel right.

Toto's quote about "squeeze your arse cheeks and commit" was from this article, which I've referenced before. I feel like Susie would be kind of miffed if (more like when) she found out that Toto was encouraging his junior driver to pursue a lap record at a dangerous track, given his history with lap record attempts...

The poem referenced is Rainer Maria Rilke's 'Go to the Limits of Your Longing', which is one of my favorites.

Previous Chapter

Degerloch, Stuttgart, Germany August 8th, 2018

The summer races were almost finished. Bee had middling performances in Hungary and Spa - not unexpected with Spa. It was Bee’s least favorite track. The weather was usually unpredictable and usually dreadful, and it was dangerous. She hated the Eau Rouge-Raidillon corner with every fiber of her being; it was possibly her least favorite corner of any track she’d been on. There were very few runoff areas or gravel traps, which meant you could spin off and re-enter onto a live racetrack. Bee drove with a certain degree of bravado, but she never did well in Spa. She wasn’t sure why Monza was so different, when it had the same issues, both being old tracks, other than the weather usually being better. Monza was her favorite track, and it was the next race coming up, in early September.

The nice thing was that she no longer seemed to work herself into anxiety over her less-than-ideal performances like she used to. She wasn’t sure if it was more of Natalie’s work with her, having a team that supported her, or a combination thereof. Not having to constantly look over her shoulder for Nick was also hugely beneficial for her peace of mind.

She went back to Stuttgart for the two-week summer shutdown, and turned 21 on August 8th. She requested, and had, a quiet birthday dinner with just her parents. If she were in the US, it would have marked the beginning of her legal drinking years, but she’d been able to legally drink in Germany since she was 16, so it didn’t feel like much of a milestone.

Her parents got her a new luggage set - the kind with hard walls and four wheels, instead of the soft-walled ones she had that were starting to show considerable wear after traveling so much. They also got her a pair of noise-canceling bluetooth headphones.

Her grandparents sent her their traditional birthday gift for her - a case of peanut butter. It was one of Bee’s favorite foods, but it was uncommon in Europe. Most Germans thought it was disgusting. She hasn’t had much better luck in the UK, either. The European brands she’d tried weren’t the same. So, since she was twelve, Bee requested a case of peanut butter for her birthday from her grandparents. It never lasted the entire year.

Toto and Susie had sent her a small gift as well that was also travel-related - a bespoke passport case that was custom-made in a workshop in Vienna, according to the small card inside. It was honey yellow, with a black stripe on the spine, and a hand-embossed vintage-styled bumblebee on the back, with her initials stamped into the corner. She adored it.

For the rest of her break, she spent most of her time reading books in a hammock in her parents’ backyard. One of her friends had gotten her a collection of poetry in German by Rainer Maria Rilke for her birthday, and she was still trying to get through the entirety of the Outlander series - not an easy task.

She saw photos from her fellow drivers on Instagram of things they were doing on their vacations - beach trips, hiking, going to nightclubs, mountain biking, surfing, skydiving - a lot of it wasn’t for her. She’d been traveling so much that she just preferred to be at home when she could.

She still was diligent about her workouts and going for runs - she wanted to be in the best shape she could for Monza. She also stepped up her effort with working on her neck, shoulders, and core muscles. After her FP1 test in Hungary, her neck was sore enough that one of the Mercedes team physios had to strap it with kinesio tape for her next two races for extra support. It felt better now, but her FP1 test gave her an idea of what kind of condition she needed to be in to make it in F1. She still had a lot of work to do.

Autodromo Nazionale di Monza, Monza, Province of Monza and Brianza, Lombardy, Italy Friday, August 31st, 2018

Monza had arrived. Round 10 of 12. Only two more rounds to go for Bee’s first season in Formula 2. She was currently 5th in the championship standings, right behind her teammate, Artem. It wasn’t a bad place to be for a rookie - she was the only rookie, other than George, in the top 5. George had a healthy lead in the standings.

Just before Bee left for Italy, Svetlana had called and given her some bad news - Russian Time was withdrawing from F2 at the end of the current season. Since they only participated in Formula 2, it meant that they were folding. The team that had managerial control over RT, Virtuosi Racing, would be fielding its own entry under the name UNI-Virtuosi. It wasn’t public knowledge yet. Bee was disappointed. She thought the name and livery were very silly when she first signed with them. She still did, but she had really enjoyed being on the team. It was a small team with a lot of heart, and Svetlana was a wonderful team principal. On the bright side, they’d be retaining the staff, and she liked the incoming team principal and current manager of Virtuosi, Andy, but not as much as Svetlana.

She resolved to do her best this weekend at her favorite track to send Russian Time out with a good race.

On the flight from Stuttgart to Milan, she read more of the Rilke book she got for her birthday. Her German was more or less fluent, but poetry in German was something else entirely. It was maybe not a language that lent itself well to poetry - it was taking her a lot more time than poems in English or even French would, but reading poetry was supposed to be slower.

She found a poem with a line, though, that absolutely floored her. It stole the breath from her lungs.

“Lass dir Alles geschehn: Schönheit und Schrecken.

Man muss nur gehn: Kein Gefühl ist das fernste.

“Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.

Just keep going. No feeling is final.”

That had summed up her season if not her entire career in motorsport, better than she ever could find words to do so. It was a mantra. Over the last six years, she’d experienced moments of beauty and terror in equal measure.

“Just keep going. No feeling is final.”

She did her usual track walk with Mercedes. Of their two drivers, only Valtteri did them - Lewis said he didn’t find them particularly valuable. She chatted with Toto and Susie about how their summer break had been, and thanked them for the thoughtful birthday gift.

“Would you believe that I wasn’t even using a case on my passport before? It was starting to look a little rough.”

“I know,” Susie said, laughing at her. “I’ve seen it! That’s why we got you the case!”

Practice went extremely well. She loved Monza. It was fast - probably the fastest track, and most of the lap was spent with the engine at full throttle. Many drivers and teams didn’t care for it because it was so hard on engines - you alternated between running absolutely flat-out and using heavy braking. Spectators didn’t really like it much, either - it wasn’t a very technical track so it wasn’t the most exciting race to watch, but it was amazing for overtakes, which were Bee’s favorite thing. She handily set the best lap time.

Qualifying was also a roaring success - she qualified P1 for the first time of the season. Her first F2 career pole. She thought her radio was broken when she set the best time because of how loudly Geoff was cheering for her. She was cheering too.

Most occasions where she’d been on pole position, either by earning it directly or by reverse grid rules, she dreaded it. It was far easier to chase than be chased, and she would much rather have to fight her way to the front than try to stay there from the start. But she had a good feeling about it, this time.

For the second time this season, she found herself at the qualifying press conference, but she was in the middle of the table this time. George had gotten P2, and a Brazilian driver named Sérgio from Carlin had qualified on P3.

Once again, she watched as the press pool took their seats, and waited for Tom Clarkson to start.

“Welcome to the FIA Formula 2 Press Conference Qualifying here in Monza, the Temple of Speed. Joining me are first-time polesitter Phoebe Stallard for Russian Time, in second George Russell for ART Grand Prix, and in third, Sérgio Sette Câmara for Carlin. Phoebe, starting with you: it’s your first pole of the season, you’re now the first woman ever to take a pole position in an Formula 2, and the first American driver to do so as well - we heard you and your team cheering over team radio – just tell us how good that feels.”

“Honestly, I have no words,” Bee said. “It just felt like everything came together during that last lap. The car felt amazing. I love Monza, it’s been one of my favorite tracks for years now, and was one of my best results in my first year of Formula Renault and the first race I won in GP3. It feels especially good because before the summer break, Hungary and Spa were not my best performances to date, so I’m really happy this weekend is starting out on the right foot. I just hope it continues.”

“And speaking of Hungary, we saw you participate in the FP1 test with Mercedes at the Hungaroring. What was that like? Were you surprised when Toto Wolff told you that you would be testing there?” Tom said.

“I don’t know if surprised is the right word. I was happy, certainly. He said that he was really happy with how George and I have been performing this season and that we’d both get an in-season test before Abu Dhabi. He said it would be Hungary and Silverstone, and we had to choose amongst ourselves which track we wanted. I let George take Silverstone because it’s his home race, and Hungary is closer to Stuttgart where my parents live, so it was a pretty easy decision. It was an absolutely incredible experience, but my neck was very sore afterward. It’s so much more intense than an F2 car.”

“Congratulations, once again. George, moving to you - a front-row start for tomorrow, but did you think that pole was in contention today for you?”

“I don’t know,” George said. “I was hoping for it, but Phoebe was just so massively quick today. I don’t know if this track just suits her driving style particularly well, but she’s been doing a lot of work with her racecraft in the sim in Brackley over the course of this season and I think it’s just starting to really show now. She’s also become a lot more confident this season, and it’s been really great to have her as a teammate at Mercedes and to be able to see that.”

Bee blushed a little and play-shoved George’s shoulder. “Aw, shucks,” she said, playfully. Tom moved on to asking Sérgio if he was satisfied with being in the top 3 or if he thought he could get more out of qualifying.

Bee thought that was it as far as questions for her, but Tom brought a question back around to her - “Finally, Phoebe, kind of an unconventional question, but we saw some people at the Hungaroring with signs that said ‘Super Bee’, and we know that ‘Bee’ is your nickname, and we’ve seen your bee-themed helmet - where did that come from? Is there a story there?”

Bee definitely wasn’t expecting a question like that. She assumed it was obvious that ‘Bee’ came from the last syllable of her name, but there was a story for it.

“As far as the nickname Super Bee goes, you might have Daniel Ricciardo to thank for that. When I joined Red Bull, I told him I was from the Detroit area, he told me I had more ‘Detroit Muscle than a Dodge Super Bee’, but I’m pretty sure he was teasing me at the time because I was very scrawny at that age.”

A polite chuckle resounded through the press hall.

“And then as far as “Bee” goes, when I was a kid, and I mean, like, just learning how to talk, I couldn’t quite manage to say the first part of my name, and when I said my name I always said “bee bee”, for some reason. So my family just started calling me “Bee” for short, and it stuck, and different people have come up with different variations on that and now I have even more nicknames than I know what to do with.”

There wasn’t much of a chance to see anyone from Mercedes after - Toto and Susie were both gone, and the mechanics were trying to prep the cars for tomorrow, so Bee and George just went back to the hotel and ordered room service dinner. They sat and ate together in Bee’s room. Bee was laying on her stomach on her bed, George sat in the chair by the desk. They found a football match on TV for some background noise.

“That was nice, what you said about me at the press conference.” Bee said, picking at her risotto. The menu said this dish was a local speciality, but she wasn’t so sure she liked it very much.

“Well, I meant it. I know it’s been a rough season for you with that Nick business and I think you’ve done really well despite it.”

“Meh.” Bee said, setting her fork down. “It’s not the first time some rich guy’s shithead son has tried to run me out of this sport like that.” Bee wondered if she’d said too much, but she trusted George at this point.

“What do you mean?” George said.

“Oh. Do you remember when I asked about Evgeni, from European F3? When we were in France that one weekend, when we had breakfast together with Ryan and Ben? That weekend? Well, the day before, he said he wanted to talk to me about something, but he pinned me up against the wall of a garage and tried to get his hands on me, under my fireproofs. And then at the next race, he ran me off the track, I hit the kerb and then the wall. That ended my season. I got a broken wrist that needed surgery, a concussion, and was let go from Red Bull all in the same week. Helmut Marko fired me through voicemail. Didn’t even bother talking to me. I wanted to quit after that. Susie visited me once I got home and convinced me to keep going.”

“Gracious.” His voice turned sympathetic. “I remember you had to go to the hospital after that crash, but I didn’t know the rest of it.”

“Nobody really does… at least the part about Evgeni, other than Susie, my therapist, and Helmut Marko, I guess. I tried telling him to… report it, but he didn’t give a rat’s ass. He thought I was just trying to cause trouble. I didn’t even tell my parents, because I thought they’d pull me out of racing for sure.”

George was quiet, like he didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry, I kind of sprung that on you without warning. I know it’s a lot.”

“No,” George said. “I’m glad you told me. I just feel bad that you’ve had such a rough go of it in this sport.”

“It has been hard, but even with all of the extra… shit, I don’t think I’d trade it for doing anything else.”

Beauty and terror. No feeling is final.

She felt better having told someone, even after so long. It felt like she was able to put down a small part of a heavy burden that had been weighing on her heart for a while. She made a mental note to tell Natalie about this when she got a chance.

Bee headed over to the Mercedes garage the next morning before Free Practice 3 to watch practice and qualifying. George was already there, but Bee decided she’d enjoy a little more sleep that morning.

“There’s our pole-sitter,” Toto said, as she came into the garage. “That was quite the performance you gave yesterday.”

“Yeah! I don’t know, everything just clicked into place.” Bee said, shrugging.

“How are you feeling about it? I know you’ve said in the past that being on pole is… not your favorite thing. It is easier to chase, of course, but most racing drivers I know are usually more excited about getting pole position.” Toto laughed a little bit.

“I don’t know,” Bee said. “I’m not that nervous about it. I like this track.”

“I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but your lap time yesterday was also not far off from the lap record for F2 cars.”

Bee’s eyes went wide. “What’s the record?”

“1:30.982.” Toto said. “Set last year by Nobuharu Matsushita.”

Bee’s fastest lap time during qualifying was 1:30.995. It was a thin margin. It would be tough, but not impossible. Even if she had beat it yesterday, it wouldn’t have counted, as lap records couldn’t be set in practice or qualifying.

“Just don’t overcook your engine trying to go for it.” George said. He was sitting on a stool next to Valtteri’s race engineer, looking at the screens on the console. “Last year’s cars were a lot more reliable than ours are, and this track is rough for engines.”

“I won’t,” Bee said. “But how cool would that be?”

George did have a good point though. For part of this season, they needed to do rolling starts because of reliability issues and a difficult starting procedure with the new engines. That issue seemed to be resolved, at least, for now.

“Maybe I'll try it during the sprint race,” Bee thought. “I can push it harder with fewer laps.”

Before long, it was time for the Feature Race. Bee did not get a fantastic start, because she wasn’t used to actually starting on pole - her reaction time was a bit slower than usual. She lost three places almost immediately, but she didn’t get stressed out about it. There would be plenty of time to catch up.

And catch up she did - she waited behind her opponents for them to start making mistakes, and took advantage of it. She flew across the line in first place, and immediately asked Geoff what her fastest lap time was.

“That’s P1, Phoebe, another amazing run, and fastest lap! You’re absolutely screaming this weekend.”

“Thank you, but what was my fastest lap time?”

“1:30.988.”

“Shit,” Bee thought. “So close.”

She wasn’t even really trying to match the record then. Still, the fastest lap was a valuable extra point. And she’d have to start eighth tomorrow in the sprint race. That was okay. She’d have DRS and she’d be able to overtake.

It was an amazing run for both her and Artem, though. Artem finished second and made it so that RT had a front-row lockout.

Bee didn’t tell anybody, not even Svetlana, that she was going for the lap record. She was afraid she would jinx it somehow.

She got through the press conference - the first time both her and Artem had been at one together - and headed back to her hotel room and tried not to let herself get too worked up and nervous for the next day.

Thankfully for her nerves, the sprint race was early in the morning, so at least she’d be able to finish up sooner.

She felt considerably calmer during the start of the race than she had than the previous day - maybe she still didn’t like being on pole very much, even in Monza. She got a much better start than the previous day and popped into fourth almost immediately. She spent the next few laps hunting down the people ahead of her. First was Nicholas Latifi, then Sergio, then Artem, and then George. She felt a little bad about overtaking George, but he’d still have his lead in the championship if she won this one. And this was still a race. He’d made a small mistake into Turn 1 anyway, and had a brief lockup. Bee used the opportunity and slipped right past.

Once she’d gotten out into P1, she told her right foot to not lift unless it was absolutely necessary. She needed to go flat out until the end. If her engine was able to hang on during yesterday’s longer feature race, it should be fine today.

She was absolutely un-challenged for the remainder of the race, creating a four-second lead on George, according to Geoff. A good, quick pit stop ensured that her lead remained intact.

“Am I the fastest lap right now?” she asked Geoff, as she was starting lap 18. She had three laps left to try and make the record if she hadn’t already.

“A-firm, Phoebe, your fastest lap was 1.30.991 on lap 17.”

She felt like she was already going as fast as she could, but she desperately wanted to try and wring that final margin out of her car. She kept going. George’s gap to her was growing, which means either she was getting faster or he was falling behind. She hoped that it meant she was getting faster.

On lap 19, she checked again. “Last lap time?”

“1.30.985. Why are you asking?”

She didn’t answer. She was finding more pace. She could lift less in the Parabolica and use the corner to gain more exit speed, but it could be a huge risk - it was easy to fling your car off into the gravel trap there if you weren’t careful. She had to go for it. She got on the throttle a little earlier and braked a hair later, hanging onto the racing line by what felt like the skin of her teeth.

She remembered something Toto had told her about his ill-fated record attempt at the Nordschleife, about going into the Fuchsröhre - “You just have to squeeze your arse cheeks and commit.” She hoped this wouldn’t end the same way as his ill-fated record attempt did, but it was still applicable advice.

And that’s what she did. As soon as she made it back on the straight and crossed the line, she checked again.

“Lap time?”

“1.30.899.”

“Holy shit! I fucking did it!” She fit to burst, but she still had one lap to finish. Even with a healthy lead, she could ruin everything now if she let herself get too distracted. She forced herself to take a measured breath to settle herself enough to cross the line.

“What did you -” Geoff stopped mid-sentence. He must have checked his timing sheet. “Phoebe! Phoebe Stallard! That was absolutely brilliant!”

She screamed herself near-hoarse when she crossed the line. Not only had she set down the fastest time in practice and qualifying, won the feature race and the sprint race, but she’d broken the lap record for F2 cars. It was a banner weekend.

She cried for the majority of her cooldown lap, uncontrollable tears of happiness. She had to open the visor on her helmet to try and keep the inside of it from fogging up. She drove into parc fermé and saw the entirety of her small team, in their navy blue polos, lined up at the fence. She saw Svetlana’s platinum-white hair before anything. She saw a few people in white Mercedes shirts surrounding them. She hopped out of her car, stood on its nose, and roared in triumph. George pulled in behind her, up to the second place placard. He hopped out and yanked Bee into a bear hug. “What did you just do? That was incredible! That was absolutely ace!” she thought she heard, muffled through both of their helmets.

Once George released Bee, she sprinted toward the barrier where her team was standing. She was not tall enough, nor was the crowd big enough, to leap up over the fence rail and have her waiting team catch her, but she felt a hail of hands on her back and helmet, as her team, and some of the assembled Mercedes staff, congratulated her. Artem had finished third. He pulled Bee into a tight congratulatory hug, too. It had been an amazing weekend for them - Russian Time might not be quite the same next year, at least with a new name, but Bee had absolutely achieved her desire to send them out with a bang.

Things felt like they happened so fast - from being ushered into the cool-down room, to the podium ceremony. Bee’s first place was announced to what seemed like deafening cheers and applause. She’d never seen a crowd like this at the podium ceremony for the support race, especially because it was taking place so much earlier in the day than the Grand Prix.

She saw that more Mercedes staff had come over to cheer on her and George, including Lewis, Valtteri, Toto, and Susie. She waved to them. Geoff joined her and Artem on the podium to accept the team trophy. As the American national anthem played, she started getting emotional again. It happened yesterday during the feature race, but hearing it twice in one weekend, just for her? It was overwhelming.

She was not to win the champagne fight. She tried, but George, Artem, and Geoff all seemed to share an agenda to absolutely drench her. She didn’t stand a chance.

After the press conference, she had decided to go back to the hotel and shower and change before heading back to the track to watch the Grand Prix - it would not feel good to be sticky with champagne for the rest of the day.

She got a WhatsApp message while she was drying off after her shower. George had sent her an article from an Italian-language racing blog. It was an article about the F2 series for the weekend, and apparently, she had gained yet another nickname this weekend, at least amongst the Italian motorsport press.

“La Vespa di Monza.”

She had to use Google translate, because she only knew “Vespa” as a brand of scooters - she found out that apparently, it means “wasp”.

She was now, apparently, The Wasp of Monza. No longer merely a bee. Just as Sebastian was known as The Lion of Singapore, and Daniel Ricciardo was known as The Honey Badger.

She laughed. It was perfect.

Bonus: 2018 Round 10 Sprint Race Press Conference

Tom Clarkson: Welcome to the FIA Formula 2 Championship press conference for today’s sprint race at the Autodromo di Monza: joining us today are some familiar faces from yesterday’s Feature Race. First, we have race winner Phoebe Stallard from Russian Time, in second place we have George Russell from ART Grand Prix, and in the third place we have Artem Markelov, also from Russian Time. A huge congratulations to you, Phoebe, for a stunning weekend here at The Temple of Speed. Not only did you net your first win of the season here, but your second overall career win at Monza, having won the Feature race in GP3 last season. You also won the Feature race yesterday, set the fastest lap in both races, and, we’ve now officially confirmed, set a new lap record for F2 at the track. You were sensational this weekend - how are you feeling?

Phoebe Stallard: I don’t think “amazing” even would begin to cover it. I was fairly confident coming into this weekend because, as I said yesterday, Monza is one of my favorite tracks, but everything just seemed to come into alignment for me. The car felt great, even though this track can be rough on them, and the crew was on their A-game. I don’t know if it was just luck, or if it was just my turn to shine weekend, but it’s definitely been a weekend to remember.

Tom Clarkson: We could hear on your team radio that you kept asking for your lap time toward the end of the race. It seems like you knew you were near the record. What made you decide to try to break last year’s record time, set by Nobuharu Matsushita last year?

Phoebe Stallard: I almost don’t want to say because I don’t want Toto to get in trouble with Susie, but - [laughter from room] while we were talking after qualifying the other day, he was like, “You know, you’re not too far off of the record lap time for F2 cars here”. He told me what the record was, I realized my time from qualifying was pretty close, and I had less of a chance of grenading my engine if I went for it during the sprint race. I didn’t even tell my team what I was doing, and I was just trying to squeeze out that final margin on lap 20, and then I’d had it.

Tom Clarkson: George, a strong fight up the grid today but a small mistake at turn 1 that opened the door for Phoebe to get through. Are you happy with your second podium of the weekend?

George Russell: Yeah, it was a pretty good race, it was tricky. I think Phoebe would have gotten through regardless of my lockup, because she was absolutely on fire this weekend. Still, I thought it was a good race, a lot of wheel-to-wheel action between me and Artem. For a while, we were kind of yo-yoing around and playing a little bit of DRS chicken, but I was able to pull away from that one-second gap at the end and then I knew I’d had it.

Tom Clarkson: We’ve got a bit of a break before the next round in Sochi. What will you be doing to prepare for that, and the closing rounds of the season? You’re currently in the lead of the championship race, as a rookie. How are you feeling about that?

George: Well, most of my time is taken up by simulator work for Mercedes, helping to prepare their car for their races, and the Formula 1 team is at such a high standard that it’s almost like you’re driving a real car, so it’s almost like real seat time. I’ll be spending time with them, going to a race, and I’m sure the time will go quickly. And I’m feeling pretty good about the next two rounds. It’s been a really great season, and I have the support of a strong team behind me, so we’ll see what happens.

Tom Clarkson: Artem, a strong fight up the grid today, but George was able to squeeze by. Nevertheless, are you happy with your second podium of the weekend?

Artem: Yeah, it was a good race. It was tricky, I made a few small mistakes, but I’m really happy to be on the podium with my teammate, Phoebe again, especially after she had such a good weekend. And starting the sprint race from the reverse grid is always a little tricky, but our team did a huge amount of work overnight for this, so I am very pleased with the result.

Tom Clarkson: You’re well known for being able to preserve your tyres, but you seemed to be struggling with them a little today: was that the case?

Artem: Yeah, I was starting to struggle a bit at the end of the race when I was trying to catch George! I was trying to catch him but made a little mistake and it started to destroy the tyres in turns 6 and 7, so it was hard to get closer and it meant I couldn’t keep up at the exit of the corners, and then it was too late.

Tom Clarkson: And finally, back to you, Phoebe. Same question I gave George, what will you be doing to prepare for the next two rounds of the season?

Phoebe: Same thing as George, actually. A lot of sim work for Mercedes, probably, and probably working with a trainer as well to help get ready for end-of-season testing. It’s such a cool experience getting to help with the preparation and setup for the Formula 1 car, and that sim time has been invaluable this season as far as my own racing goes.

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