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y-rhywbeth2 · 5 months

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Lore Compilations (+ this blog's tagging/filter list at the end)

A WIP of a pinned post table of contents to tidy up the blog while I empty my fixations onto it plus a lore accuracy disclaimer (so I don't have to keep typing one), because why not. I like tables of content.

Disclaimer regarding lore accuracy: If you combine 50 years, 5 editions, 10+ settings, god knows how many novels, and then all the writers who all retcon and contradict each other's work then what you get is a clusterfuck. The lore I show here is compiled from all five editions of the game. You will likely see stuff out there that contradicts some things I say, or stuff I didn't mention/know. That's the lore for you. If you were the Dungeon Master making your own story, your job would be to pick and chose and build your own take on the setting out of it. I, personally, heavily favour older lore. Larian absolutely did this with Baldurs Gate 3 - frankly, I don't think they even know half this lore even exists, and Bioware took some liberties in the original games too. Wizards of the Coast themselves trample D&D into the ground all the time! All D&D is near enough fanfiction built on fanfiction. Therefore, if you find any information useful you may take it, leave it or tweak it to your desire for your own story, because it's D&D lore, and that's how it works.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS [WIP] (I make no promises as to the speed or order at which any of this is produced)

Baldurs Gate: The City #1 | The City #2 | Aministration & Government | ???

Religion How religion works in the Realms, the different pantheons in the world and then individual posts dedicated to the gods as individuals, how and why to worship them and how their churches function

Religion | Priesthoods and Temples | Deities

Vampires Feeding | "Biology" | Hierarchy & Powers | Weaknesses & Cures | Psychology

Drow Culture | Other Drow Cultures

Planars & Planetouched Tieflings | Githyanki | Bhaalspawn | Devils

Orcs

Hin - That's "halfling", if you're over 3'4" Overview | Culture | Homelands | Religion

Gnomes Culture | Homelands | History | Religion

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Tagging system:

Various lore things that don't go in the larger compilations are tagged lore stuff

If I feel like posting anything I scribbled ("art"), the tag will be the scribbles

When I'm making posts and being negative or complaining about video games and trivial stuff, it will be filed as: griping

Whenever I find or consider something new about the Dead Three and/or want to rant and scream insults at Bane again, my tag is the idiot three

Things that aren't lore will get tagged babbling

When I babble about my characters, I tag it OCs, and the ocs are also tagged by name. So far I've only mentioned Vel

If I don't want to put my babbling about certain characters into the tags, I'll just put the / in front. /astarion, /orin, /gortash, /durge, etc

For sensitive material, such as if I feel like poking at the various delightful topics presented in the game - ranging from toxic relationships, the potential Banite police state, Bhaalist red rooms and the cult abuse and the creepy breeding programs - I'll use edgelord hours - as in Dead Dove Do Not Eat

When I want to babble about stuff happening in my game as I play it, they're tagged playthrough shenanigans

When I start talking about my oc's romance with Astarion I'll tag it petty murder boyfriends

When I want to get some popcorn and watch the disaster that is the Chosen and pre-amnesia Durge being irredeemably evil, I'll just tag it villainous nonsense for now.

#lore stuff

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oops-all-concrete · 2 months

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Hello lovelies, 💘HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!💘

I'm back with more BG3 headcanons! Today's prompt is;

💕Modern AU; Ways the BG3 (romanced) companions are idyllicly sweet with Tav!💕

No spoilers! Tags are; A whole heckin lot of fluff and cuteness!

Lae'zel -

You have to be careful with what you say around Lae'zel. Made a minor comment 3 months ago that you wanted to revisit somewhere in the Sword Coast? Get packing, you guys are all booked to go. Asked Lae'zel to get you candy on the way home? She has 3 full bags. Say that comment her folks made last time you visited made you uncomfortable- you have a paragraph text apology from all of them the next day. She's not just someone who wants to spoil Tav, she fucking will. (If Tav manages to talk her out of going nuts with the pampering, she's surprisingly sentimental. You bet she keeps a rock in her pocket that reminds her of Tav)

Shadowheart -

She is so excited to post you. She doesn't like social media and tends to keep to herself, but after watching Tav post pictures of them both, she wanted to do the same. The minute she gets even the smallest romantic gesture, she's scrapbooking, she has a wall of Polaroids joined by a horde of hand made sketches, she's putting together little snack baskets and mailing them to Tav, she's about as obviously head over heels as a person can be, really. She's always got a camera aimed at Tav, even if they're just for her. (A good 90% are just for her eyes)

Wyll -

This man never plays games/gets online with both sides of the headphones in. It doesn't matter if the game is online, offline, urgent, time sensitive, dependent on his concentration- if Tav so much as makes a peep, he's out of his seat and across the room. Hells, he takes every chance he gets to go give Tav some attention. In the drift of leaving the waking world, Tav will definitely hear a little "One minute, Tav needs me" despite them not asking. Some footsteps. And then moments later, the warmth of the duvet being tucked all over their body and a gentle kiss to the cheek. Whispered "I love you"s and then a quiet. "I'm going to hop off for a few hours." So you can have some quiet.

Karlach -

She's one of those people that really makes you realise you have good taste in other people. Like, you can't think of a time you went on a walk and she didn't pick up some trash, help an elderly person across the street, immediately offer her seat to a pregnant woman. No matter how prideful Tav might be or not, there's a pride in the admiring looks other people give her. Little girls pass in the street and say "mum, I want to be like her when I grow up!" Everything she does makes Tav proud to be with her, yet somehow Tav is always the one under a spotlight to her. "Oh, me and my partner-" this. "Oh, my partner-" that. "I'm so proud of my Tav. Ugh, I am so lucky" she insists at every turn.

Gale -

He's a night owl, much to Tara's dismay. Wether that's because he can't sleep, he likes being awake in the dark hours or- his brain won't stop nattering at him for a gods damned minute, but either way. He's probably working, quietly cleaning, organising Tavs things so they don't have to worry. In quiet moments, between possibly making them breakfast because of course he's up that early- he's just kissing Tav on the forehead, gently, trying not to wake them. He needs them to sleep but there is not a moment in his day where he doesn't think: "Does Tav know I love them? Can I remind them once more? Even if its just for my peace of mind?" Because he will not rest if he has an inkling his live for Tav isn't at the forefront of their mind.

Astarion -

If you even suggest to this man that you should do matching outfits, he's excited. He always wants to take the wheel, but also wants Tav to have a foot in the idea. He will give ideas left and right, opinions up and down. He doesn't care if it's a date or not, cringe solstice photos, or just gym clothes, he's all for it. If you guys didn't have matching pyjamas already, you have them now, congrats. (If he's still a bloodsucker, he'll definitely still go out of his way to learn how to cook for Tav. Tokyo Ghoul rules though, so Tav gets to taste test a lot. Only the best for his little capri-sun) Overall he's just unashamed and excited to be with someone who very obviously wants to be his, visibly as possible.

(Bonus Halsin!)

Halsin -

This man lives for shared activity. He's quite alright on his own and can allow Tav their space, but going to get massages, haircuts/styles, wine tasting is his total vibe. Just relaxed gatherings together. Nobody lives a spa day like this man. It allows a level of intimacy that nature intends. Cleansing. Careful. Close. He will learn how to do Tavs hair and makeup if asked. Will take pleasure in being able to undress them and put them to bed at the end of a long day. Go on hikes and camping trips, walks through the woods, carving names into rocks and bringing back souvenirs to press into a book that's only getting thicker.

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killersfool · 5 months

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hiiii i’ve a wee fluff imagine idea for bobby!! : )

bobby and the reader live together in a flat in dublin and the reader goes to trinity uni to study english literature (or smt else that has like a lot of reading and essay writing anol that craic) and she’s falling behind in a lot of her assignments and it’s all piling up and she’s just all overwhelmed and doesn’t know how to cope.

she ends up breaking down into sobs or shutting down at random points in the day due to stress and rob hasn’t got a clue what’s wrong and keeps noticing these random break downs throughout the week.

basically he comforts reader and helps to organise herself and just all fluffy cute comfort fic <333

If I could flip back time, bend the seconds and go back three years ago, I would do it right now.

Pile after pile of flashcards, annotated books with pastel post-it notes shooting out of the sides, folders of Irish poetry I can hardly understand, tattered photocopies of Hozier lyrics, every work of Shakespeare staring at me from my overcrowded booksheld — dusty, messy, probably even dank. Miss Carter has decided to set three more assignments onto my workload for the week. An essay on crime fiction (I haven't even read the first book on the reading list), my creative writing portfolio and then another essay analysing a piece poetry of my choice. Reading and highlighting Hozier's lyrics of 'I, Carrion (Icarian)' is the only thing keeping me going. Phoebe Bridgers blasts through my ears. It's quarter to 11. I need a break. An early night would be nice. Or TV. But do I really want to sit next to Robert whilst he watches his weird YouTube videos?

I kick my table. Not out of anger. Not out of irritation. I just want to see all of my notes topple ontp the floor. They do. Then I'm kicking the table three more times. Or maybe eight. All my flashcards are on the carpeted floor, next to my discarded, empty packet of pinballs. I'd stolen them from Robert's stash. He'll never find out.

Climbing over my pile of unread books by my doorway, I push open the door. It squeaks. Some oiling would be nice. Trinity college really provides the best for their students!

I still wish my roommate was also doing English, someone to bond with over shared trauma, to gossip about our nightmarish teachers and fellow students. But no, this guy is doing a degree in bloody mathematics. The complete dichotomy of English. No similarities. No way of comparing the courses to eachother. Him and his terrifying videos that he watches with his shoes up on the armrest, cheek in his open palm, drinking a cup of tea. Like it's that simple. Numbers and sin, cos, tan and circle theorems and whatever tragic nonsense is being spouted in his lectures.

He hardly speaks to me. Three years together and I barely know him. Sometimes I tag along with him when he goes out for breakfast. Once every two weeks. Sunday morning. We talk about school, about friends, about anything that pops in our heads. Yesterday we spoke about music. He originally wanted to pursue a career in music. A band. But they didn't work out. He took a gap year to pursue this group. So he's a year older than all of the other third years. He doesn't let that faze him. When he told me stories about his band, 'Inhaler', I had to lose eye contact, look down at the pink marshmellos floating about in my cup. He looked lost. This wasn't the place for him. He missed the confidence upon stage, the ability of making something out of nothing. Life is unfair. That is when I realised it. Hearing about shattered dreams and names of songs that were never produced.

I also realise life is unfair right now, as I accidentally bang my hip onto the kicthen island, the knife-like corner lodging itself into my skin. It's like the world is against me.

Sometimes I wonder if Robert thinks I'm an idiot. I feel like I'm an idiot when I walk past his bedroom, hunched over his laptop, headphones on as he works through the most difficult maths questions I've ever encountered in my life. He makes university seem easy. Has his allocated times for study, going out with friends, the gym, practicing bass, going though record shops, meals, watching TV. Everytime he gets home, he drops his things down in the kitchen. I sneak a glance at the big green 'A*' on all of his test papers. I look up to him. His intelligence, his masterful management of time. I'm always too frightened to ask him how he does it. He'll think I'm stalking him.

Me, on the other hand, I waste time. I don't have balance. I never have time to be with my friends. Always locked up in my room. A prisoner. Essay after essay. Poem after poem. Book after book. A constant cycle I've been in for three whole years. The stress is weighing down on me like a hundred bags of bricks. I need to stop for a second. To breathe in. To calm down.

So I do the last thing I would normally do. I go into the living room and sit beside Robert on the sofa. He's half asleep, jeans cuffed, hair all over his face. He sees me walk in, glances up, eyes big and speculting. He instantly moves his spindly, spider-like legs from the armrest to give me some space. I can hear some sort of maths video playing on the TV. I'm scared. At least it's not English. I'm immune to maths. It doesn't affect me anymore. Whatever logorhythmic scale this American YouTube man is yapping about isn't making my face contort at all — it's like sorcery.

This could be a way of winding down. Maths. I'm calmer now. No changes of focus or narrowing of perspective. No pathetic fallacy or magical realism. Just messes of words that don't really make sense at all.

"'D'you want to watch TV? I can turn this off if you want." Robert has his thumb on the home button.

"Leave it on. I just need a moment."

He dubiously puts the remote back down. He yawns, stretching out his arms and leaning back. I hate it when boys do that. With his parted, manspreaded legs, adams apple bobbing, head rolled back. It's idiotic. Completely idiotic. He doesn't seem too intrigued by Mr American man. The video is a guy next to a whiteboard writing millions of brain-numbing equtions. Robert is nodding along. I think I'm going to cry. I don't know why I want to right now. My hip is actually starting to throb and ache. I look down at my jeans. There's a hole in them. There's blood. It's wet. I hadn't noticed before. It's properly pouring out blood.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I exclaim, hand pressing down onto the cut through my jeans.

Robert swiftly nears me. He's looking at me up and down, hands trying to find a place to move to. It's dark in the room. He reaches for the lamp switch. "What is it? Are you okay?"

"I'm bleeding. Jesus christ. That kills. Fuck me."

He passes me his jacket and says, "Apply some pressure."

Then he runs out of the room. Fast as a plane. A man on a mission. Long curls dancing to the rhythm of his steps. Mr American man won't shut up about algebraic expressions. He's got a really bald head. Glimmering.

Robert is back. He has bandages. I don't know where he got those from. Antiseptic wipes, plasters, sweets, even a cup of tea. He was only gone for about five seconds. How did he manage to get all of that? He hands me the cup of tea and sweets whilst asking, "What happened?"

"I walked into the island like an eejit. I'm so feckin' stupid."

"Just breathe, okay. You're not an eejit. I do that every day."

I have to unzip my jeans to let him check the cut. Which is awkward, to say the least. He's looking at me like a doctor — not really caring about seeing my skin — but I'm still so shy around him. He sees me struggle with the button. He undoes it, fingers coming in contact with mine. They're slender. So very perfect for the bass guitar. Then he's unzipping my jeans. Only the tiniest bit. A mere centimetre of my knickers appear out of the top. Any more than that and I'd be flush as a tomato. I've always had a little crush on Robert. Being stuck with a really smart bass guitarist with the dreamiest eyes for three years is enough to make a person fall. The reason I've been avoiding him lately has been due to that fact. I don't want to make it obvious.

He finds the cut. It's bled through my knickers, making a big blot of dark red. He pulls down the waistband of my pants, prepared to wipe the wound. I have to grind my teeth together to prevent a sob from escaping me. I'm crying. Stressed and hurt and just wanting to dissolve into nothing. The cold draft of wind isn't improving the situation. If only there was no such thing as coursework and I couldn't glide my way through university like Robert.

More and more blood. I think I might pass out. The blue-eyed boy is knelt down on the floor, knees biting into the carpet so that he can properly see where to put the bandage.

"So how's English going?" He's not looking at me. Only at the wound. I don't think he's noticed that I'm crying. I don't want him to. I cover my face with bloody hands, accidentally smearing the metallic substance onto my nose.

I don't know what to say. Do I tell him how much I regret picking it? Do I make this already awkward situation about ten times worse? I hate when people pity me. I hate when I feel like eyes are lingering for far too long when I cry. But when Robert looks at me, it's different. The pools of serenity circling his iris aren't looking down at me with a sort of aristocracy. That's how my English peers stare me down. No, instead, he's looking at me like there's a billion questions rushing across his forehead. He just needs to decide which one to ask. Or to simply say nothing. Like I am. We've both learnt how to cohabit in silence. To walk past eachother and ignore the feathers of conversation falling between us. We're busy. Always busy. Except for those perfect Monday mornings that I always look forward to. Especially the one time when he showed me around his favourite record store. He had asked me to choose him a record to buy. I walked through the entire shop, fingers shifting records, reading unfamiliar artist names. Then, I saw it, the — now bane of my existence — Hozier's 'unreal unearth'. He bought it. He'd told me he only really knew 'Take Me To Church'. I'd leant against the till as he paid and said, 'it'll change your life.' Then he'd locked himself in his room. Through the ever so thin walls — paper thin — I could hear each track hum into my room. I never got the chance to talk to him about the album. I think the thought of bringing it up made me feel sick — due to the English essay upstairs still waiting patiently to be finished.

Now there is an excuse. To talk. I'm injured. I don't want to move. He's still attempting to wrap a bandage over my stomach, then across my back until it's around my torso. I feel his fingers graze my skin with every subtle movement, along my spine, the small of my back, my abdomen, my hip bone. He's still looking at me. Searching. Like I'm a new island and he's an explorer trying to name me.

"What's up, sweetheart?" He finally talks again. His words are throaty, emananting from the pits of his throat. He's still wrapping, waiting for an answer.

"Just college. You know. It's killing me."

He shakes his head. "You're so smart."

"Says you."

He shakes his head. "Look, this might be a bit weird but sometimes when you leave random essays lying around or even creative writing. I read them. They're incredible. Your mind just works in such an interesting way."

I'm at a loss for words. He reads those? Those are usually just failed attempts that I toss aside. Scrap paper. Strange drawings. I don't even want to look at them.

"You get top grades in every test," I sigh. "I'm barely passing. I'm the worst in the class. My professors hate me, I've got so much work, I'm falling behind in every assignment—"

Then I'm properly crying. Sobbing. Breathing so heavily I think I might collapse. Heaving. Sniffling. Covering my face so he can't see me. I'm like a child. Pathetic. Stupid. Worthless. I was never good enough for Trinity. Why did they let me in?

Warm arms, press of skin. Just above the wound, over my chest, arms dig into my body, hugging me from behind. Head burrowing onto my shoulders, knees into the sofa. His lips ghost the back of my neck. Tears are falling down. He turns me around to face him. I hate how he's seeing me like this. My cries are usually saved for when he's out with friends or blasting music on his record player. He's never seen me this vulnerable, just utterly ripped into shreds by the hands of life. His scent is making me feel better, the tissue now on my cheek makes me feel better, the quiet words of 'breathe, let it all out, it's okay' make me feel better. He's calming me down. I start to forget what I was even crying about when I look into his eyes. This intense eye contact. Remembering his height. Even sat down, his torso is far longer than mine.

"I've got an idea," he murmurs, peeling his body away. I miss the warmth. I miss the touch.

"What is it?"

"We should go somewhere. Get out for a bit. Say it's a 'mental health field trip'." He curls his fingers to accentuate the apostrophes."Maybe down to the Cliffs of Moher. When you're all healed up of course."

"Give me a week."

"A week? I'll be the judge of that." He raises an eyebrow, now tying up the bandage.

"Where did you learn all this?"

"I'm actually first aid trained. Did it in my first week of uni." He takes a deep breath, settles back onto the sofa.

I take a sip of my tea. My eyes are surely blotchy and red. I bet there's mascara all over my face. "Thank you so much."

"No problem at all. Do you want to tell me what's going on? Is there any way I can help?" He's referring to my school work. "I was alright at English in high school. No where near as good as you are. But maybe another opinion might help you."

"I'm really stuck on a Hozier analysis."

"I never told you how much I love that album. It's perfect." His eyes glow like they do when he's talking about something he loves. Usually it's caused by talking about playing bass, but right now it's due to the beauty of Hozier's music. "I learned the bass line of De Selby part two."

"Show me. Now." I don't even ask. It's simply a demand. Anything to take my mind away from that cut still bleeding profusely. A little concert would be nice. Especially if said concert involves watching Robert play bass. I sometimes peek through the crack in the doorway to see him sat down on his bed, pick between his index and thumb, bass guitar on his lap, headphones over his ears. The pure concentration on his face is unparalleled. Notes thrum quietly through the room. He falls into any piece of music.

"Alright." He laughs at my enthusiasm. "Then I'll help with your English."

"Thanks." This is probably the most I've ever spoken to him. I'm mumbling each word, not wanting to look into his eyes.

He disappears once again. This time I hear the thudding footsteps over creaky floorboards. I hear a door squeak open, the faint patter of rain upon the ceiling, the quiet murmur of distant sirens as night blooms. It's tranquil. For a moment, I'm at peace. Until I remember the stack of unread books in my bedroom. I groan into my hands. Everything just keeps getting worse and worse and—

He's back. Not empty handed. Bass in one hand, Hozier lyrics and my pencil case in the other.

"I emailed your professor about the trip. I'm sure she'll be okay with it." He's off again. He comes through the door with his amp and lead. He plugs both in.

"You're a life saver, Rob," I say.

He starts twisting around the knobs on the bass. Volume up. Then he's tuning. He smiles up at me. I think I'm staring. I think he can tell. His long fingers, tattoos, rings. It's all too much. My fingers are restlessly tapping the armrest. My legs are up on the coffee table. He pulls out his phone and plays the song. Then I'm lost in the music. His eyes are closed as he slides his fingers up and down the neck of the bass, as he stomps his feet down on the carpet to every drum beat. If only I could go back to the days I'd go to concerts every day. If only I could go back and see 'Inhaler' on a world tour, watch Robert from the crowd, completely in his element. Exhilarated, chanting, knowing every lyric like it's my mother tongue. Sometimes I wonder what life could've been like if the band had worked out. If the world did realise just how incredible they are. But, here, appreciating each pluck of every string, the grin as he watches me. I can't take that for granted.

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littlefanficprincess · 2 months

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I want to see your pretty face

Oneshot

Pair: Tord (post end) x reader

Song: One woman Army (Porcelain Black)

Part 2

(A/n): Tord doesn't appear yet, but I want to first bridge the gap between meetings.

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How long has it been since I've seen Tord? 2...3 years, maybe 4?

It doesn't really matter to me, I just hope that he is alright. To keep my mind off things, I began to work out. Run around the block a few times every morning, do some yoga and going to the gym atleast twice a week.

I never got the answer on why Tord was on that wanted poster, there were more wanted posters everyday. Makes me wonder what he did to be wanted for that much money.

It was currently morning, I was on my morning run when I noticed a flyer on the ground. I grab it from the concrete floor and let me gaze glide across it. It seemed old, it had small tears and faded colors.

Red Army

+47 12345678

'Red Army? I don't think I've ever heard of it. It wouldn't hurt giving it a call, I'm kinda curious' I fold the flyer and stuff it into my pocket.

Once I had finished my jog, I enter my house and sits down on the couch. I pull put my phone and the flyer. I carefully type in the number into my phone.

Ring...Ring..."Hello, this is Senna Akuna from the Red Army. How may I help you?" A woman voice was on the other side, she sound like she was in her mid-thirties.

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n). I found a flyer on the street about the red army, I was curious on what the Red Army is" I chimes, fiddling with end of my shirt.

The woman on the other side lets a groan "Paul said he got rid of them all. Well the Red Army is an organisation which has the goal to change the world. It has existed for many years"

"Is there anyway to join it?"

"There is indeed ons, I could set up an appointment to see if you're fit. It's alright if you refuse. I will warn you that if you leak this information, you will be assassinated" She informs.

"Well, isn't that just comforting. I am intrested in joining"

"Ofcourse. I have a spot for you on Monday the 27th at 2:30, Is that a good time for you?"

"Yes, where should I go?"

"Go to the abandoned walnut factory outside town, there you will be picked up by a car. Which will bring you the base, you will be escorted to my office. I will see you then, have a nice day"

"You too" I press on the hang up button, and let out a huff. The idea of being in an army sounds thrilling and also exciting. I'd say I'm pretty fit and thanks to all those times where me and Tord went to the shooting range. Even if I was rusty, I still knew how to use a gun.

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(Y/n) taps her foot against the concrete. She has been waiting for a few minutes, feeling the breeze blow past her.

A car pulls up, the windows were too dark to see inside. The window of it slightly lowers, just enough to hear what is going on inside, but not see inside.

"(Y/n) (L/n)?" A voice inside questions.

"That's me" (Y/n) answers, nodding.The back door opens, inviting her in. She enters the car, sitting down on the seat. She closes the door as the car takes off.

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She was dropped off at a big building, it was black and red. She carefully the approaches the enterance, noticing a red button next to the door.

Reaching out, she presses it. A click could heard and the door opens. (Y/n) enters, cautiously, looking around.

"You must be (Y/n)" A voice says. Making (Y/n) turn towards the source finding a man. He was wearing a red sweater, with a blue overcoat over it. He had brown hair with split bangs.

"The one and only" The girl responds. She eyes the name tag on his uniform 'Patryck'.

"Follow me" Patryck turns his back, using his hand to motion for the girl to follow. He leads her to an office, it was a silent between them. Patryck found the girl familiar but couldn't place his finger on where he saw her. He knocks on the door.

"Who is it?" (Y/n) hears the same voice she spoke to on the phone.

"It's Patryck, I have (Y/n) (L/n) with me" Patryck speaks."Right, Patryck, you can leave. (L/n), please enter"

Patryck gives a small wave, before walking off to somewhere. (Y/n) turns to the door, opening it and walking through it.

There was a desk with a woman sitting behind it. She had dark colored hair and a suit with a red tie. She motions for the girl to take a seat infront of the desk, which she does.

"I have looked at your portfolio, I'm quite impressed. I heard that you often visited a shooting ranch, is that correct?" Senna explains, looking at the person on the other side of the desk.

"Oh yeah, like...6 years I think. It was mostly with my friend Tord, I haven't seen him in a long time, so I stopped visiting" (Y/n) replies, scratching her cheek.

Senna hums "interesting" she writes something on a paper next to, she puts the pen down "Your future will be discussed, I'll give you a call next week"

#fanfic #x reader #eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #tord x reader #ew tord #red leader #oneshot #ew patryck

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vimara00 · 1 year

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The date (Shigaraki X F!Reader) By Vi ✨

Hi everyone, It's Vi ✨ I decided to write part two of my recent post (if you haven't read it, click here) I hope you enjoy! (Again, I'm sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Tag @thickemadame

Warnings: mentions of blood but fluff anyway

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Shigaraki has been talking with y/n for over two weeks and they already had planned where they would go to have lunch. It actually took that long to organised because of Tomura's "busy schedule" (which meant finding a day where AFO or the league wouldn't need him) and also because he needed to make sure the place they picked was safe (but she didn't have to know any of that)

All this nights spent together talking and playing games, made him believed that maybe there was a chance to be loved and happy in this world. And he liked the person he became around her, made him feel a little more human and not a complete "monster", like everybody thought.

However, he was scared shirtless of her reaction when she'd put the pieces together and realised who he really was and what he was aiming to achieve. But Tomura wished that when it happens, she'll understand him and stays by his side.

The day of their "date", as he liked to call it, was around the corner and so was his anxiety. What if he was too much of a freak for her? What if she saw him at daylight and thought he was ugly (which he believed he was)? How would he talked to a woman when all his life he was rejected or feared by them? So many questions that didn't let him sleep at night. That and the constant thoughts of her soft skin and how good it felt to have her lips on his cheek. He dreamed about having her in front of him and being able to kiss and caress her body.

He didn't have anybody to share his thoughts and opinions about this and he knew he couldn't ask his master; he would say that she was a "distraction" and would try to hurt her. That's why he reminded calmed and did his own research by watching shitty romantic movies and series.

He was in the middle of "Notting Hill" when a new notification arrived, it was a message from y/n!

Cute girl: Hi Tomura! Can't wait to see you tomorrow ❤️

Cute girl: Oh and Sombra also says hi!

His heartbeat increased a lot every time she sent him a text or call. Tomura really enjoyed talking to her; she always had something interesting and funny to say and make his day better. He's excited to see y/n tomorrow! And his mind drifts to what cute outfit would she use and wonders if he should asked her what colours was she going to wear in order to match with hers but realised it might be a little creepy as they haven't known each other for that long.

Suddenly he felt into the realisation that he hadn't thought about an outfit yet and it made him panicked. Running to his closest and looking for something suitable to wear. He couldn't hide his face behind "father" but he also couldn't wear another hoodie so his long dilema started. It took him almost two hours to find something that made him look decent enough and then, he heard another notification.

Cute girl: Hey, it's everything alright?

Cute girl: If you don't feel like going out, it's ok! You don't have to

Oh god no! He had forgotten to respond. Why was he such an idiot? Now she thought he didn't want to come! As usual, he started to scratch his neck furiously till it bleed. Maybe he was overthinking this too much and forgot that he needed to enjoy

Him: Hi y/n!

Him: I'm sorry! I didn't mean to left you on read! I remembered that I didn't have anything planned to wear and I started looking for something and lost track of time

Him: I'm really excited to see you tomorrow

Him: hope u haven't changed your mind about our date

Cute girl: Oh, don't worry! I just thought you didn't want to come and, if I'm being honest, I was kinda sad 🥺🙈

Cute girl: So... Are we seeing each other tomorrow?

Him: Yes!

Cute girl: Yeiiii! I'm so happy!

Cute girl: See you on tomorrow then! ☺️

Tomura was so happy that she seemed to be excited to see him and what was even better was that she didn't corrected him when he said it was "date" so it meant she wanted to date him too! At least, he hoped it meant that

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Tomura arrived half an hour earlier just in case. He didn't want to spoil anything. Today must be perfect! He was waiting on a bench at the park near the restaurant when she appeared. Her h/c hair was down, she had very little make up (as much as he could tell) that made her face lighted up even more and she was wearing a black long sleeve dress with a big scarf that hide part of her face but he could still see the blush on her nose and cheeks. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her. She looked so adorable and sexy at the same time! How was that even possible?!

When she finally spotted him, she hurried to where he was and gave him a big hug that last more than it should for two people who didn't know each other that well. Tomura stood still while being embraced by her. The last time he was held like this, he ended up decaying his whole family so it made him worried. He wasn't sure if he should reciprocate the gesture so he opted for leaning closer in order to smelt her sweet perfume; she smelt like vanilla and happiness. He wished he smell good enough for her as he took three showers to get rid of blood's smell (he had happened to come across some heroes yesterday and things had scaled quickly)

"It's so nice to see you, Tomura! Thanks for coming" She said while distancing herself from him and he was invaded by sadness as he lost the comfort her embrace provided him.

Then, Y/n looked at him up and down and said "You do look good, gamer boy" and winked at him. At that moment, Shigaraki lost the hability to speak as he was too shocked by her statement. Never in his whole life he'd had someone telling him such a thing and not being joking. Did she truly think he "looked good"? If it wasn't for her innocent smile and those doe eyes, he would've thought it was a joke.

"T-Thanks... You look really pretty" "Thank youuuu! How about we go to the restaurant? I'm starving hahaha" She laughed and Tomura seriously believed it was the greatest melody he's ever heard. As he nodded, she grabbed his arm and pulled from him saying "Let's go then!"

They sat across each other on the floor at a very traditional Japanese restaurant. She did most of the talking and he was glad about it. First of all because he wanted to know everything about her and secondly, cause he still couldn't grasped the fact that he was on a date with the most beautiful woman to ever exist on earth. When food arrived, she went to grab a napkin for both but so was Tomura and their hands touched making her blush adorably and he couldn't help but stared. She looked at him, then to their hands and frowned. He paralysed. Was he staring too much? Did his hand disgusted her? Before he could kept on thinking, she took his hand into hers and said "I don't know what you did but you have to be more careful" as she healed his wounds while caressing them with so much tenderness that he had to suppressed the need to kiss her "There, you are all healed!"

She released his hand and gave him a look full of curiosity "What?" He asked as he was getting nervous of how intense her stare was "Oh nothing... I'm just wondering which is your quirk, if you have you, of course" Tomura remained silenced for a few seconds and contemplated the idea of telling her the truth. He didn't want to risk their possible future but he didn't want to lie to her either "I have a decay quirk. I turn into dust everything I touch with my hands. I know it's kinda creepy but..." y/n didn't let him finished as she said "Wow! That's such a powerful quirk you have! Nobody would mess with you, that's for sure hahaha"

Shigaraki was glad you took it well as their conversation kept going. She asked many questions about his personal life and also talked about the place she worked at. Apparently, she was a nurse that worked at a local hospital (her quirk being really convenient) and she lived alone with Sombra near the league's hideout

After a while, they left the restaurant but didn't want the date come to an end so they went to the park to chat some more as they walked. Tomura didn't want to overthinking about the fact that his hand interviewed with hers and she didn't complained; actually, she seemed really comfortable and he couldn't be happier.

A few minutes into walking, he realised she was shivering and so he copied the same gesture he saw many times in those romantic movies. He took his jacket off and put it in her shoulder while keeping his arm around her in order to kept her warm. Her face was blushing so hard that he thanked all the time he spent watching TV instead of preparing for the LOV next attack

She was so close that he could just leaned down a little bit and kissed her. They remained on their spot while looking at each other intensively and leaned forward for a very expected kiss. But luck was not with them as it started to rain and they had to run to a tree for shelter. When it stopped raining, he took her to her apartment but didn't leave before coming to the door and saying hi to Sombra.

"I had so much fun today! I was thinking that when you are not busy, maybe you could come to my house. I can cook something nice and we can play games... What do you say?" She looked at him waiting for his response but Tomura sword he was in another galaxy. Of course he wanted to spent more time with her and try what she prepared for him "I would love to. How about next Saturday?" "Yes! Then, see you on Saturday Tomura!" She came closer to kiss his cheek and whispered into his ear "I'm looking forward to see you again, gamer boy"

When Tomura arrived at his bedroom, he saw that he had a new notification; a message from you that made him lose the hability to breathe. (Literally *tomura e.x.e stopped working*)

Cute girl: Tomuraaaa, you left your jacket

Cute girl: I'll give it back on Saturday, ok?

Cute girl: Oh and for the record, I would've let you kiss me in the park 🙈

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The Invention Left By A Little Stark-book 2 Chap 1: A Girl And Her Creation

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Ultron & Reader, Friday & Reader

Summary

The fate of (Y/n) Stark left the world stunned.

But, as all things do, it eventually moved on. You were by no doubt forgotten, but things were moving fast in the world of heroes and villains.

The quantum realm comes to light, your most loved design gains sentience, and an organisation rooted within evil works harder than ever to destroy the Avengers. But that was just the tip of the ice berg.

How long can the world really go on without you? -------------------------------------------------------------------------

A/n: Hey everyone thank you for the love, commenting and support for the story that you all have for book 1 The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark! Now book 1 is out of the way and we know its been three weeks of excitement and intense waiting for book two, me and my an amazing friend, catastrophicxcreativity aka SlytherinsRebellion give you the sequel!!! Again so we hope you all love this! Warning: Flashback, Animal feces, Blackout Co author with: callikc Tag: @venomsvl @geeksareunique @huntective-kyeo, @klc13, @natsbiggestfan1, @carellmcu,

Inventions.

The action of inventing something, typically a process or device, or a creative ability.

Inventions are created to change the world as we know it. They are made to solve problems and make life easier. They are designed to help the next generation. Only the freakishly smart or badass insane can create something that will be put in the history books.

Me? I'm (Y/n) Stark. I'm one of them.

This story began a long time ago.

It was approximately two weeks before the fall of SHIELD, two weeks before your one decision would change everything. Your compound - your home away from home - was peaceful for the moment.

The lake was still, a glimmering crystal in the sun's glare, and the grass - although overgrown - was barely making a whistle as the blades crossed each other. The gravel of the pathways lay undisturbed and even the animals seemed scarce for that one evening.

However, not all of them.

A tiny rabbit was hopping its way against the sunset backdrop. It didn't stop until it reached your car.

The paintwork shone like a diamond and this rabbit stopped right next to your tire…

It stared for a long moment...

Turned its back...

And took a poo right next to the rubber.

Almost immediately, a light buzzing filled the air. A manufactured drone with claws came whizzing from around the building's side, right out of a window. Inside one claw was a spray bottle and inside the other was a bag and rag.

Inside the room it left was you. It was the lab.

A pale red cleaning robot was sorting out a coffee spillage on the floor and seemed to be humming along to Twisted Sister's 'We're Not Gonna Take It.' Mixed in with the classic sound was a very sudden cackle of electricity.

"Shit!" You cursed.

As it sparked, the lights in the lab - and likely the entire compound - went out. The music also cut out and you were left at your desk with heavy breaths.

"Just another damn day with a blackout." You muttered in a false cheery tone. "Ha, ha, ha. Fuck my life."

You let out a hollow sigh and turned your wrist to check the time on your watch. It was late.

"FRIDAY." You said, tapping the watch a few times. "How long until I get the lights back?"

"Without a manual reset the compound system should be restored naturally within the hour." She replied.

"No chance it could be sooner?"

"I could do it myself. With your security walls in mind, it should take ten minutes."

"Please do. I kinda need my WiFi."

"Forgive me, miss, but is that your main concern?"

"Damn right it is. How else am I gonna listen to my tunes? Or watch The Walking Dead? I need to know what's happening with everyone now that the Governor's gone and ruined the prison."

"Don't you think the food should be a priority?"

"Oh. Oh, yeah, probably. Can't have it going off again."

Since those like moi are constantly inventing and creating new things, we have the very real power to change the world.

People used to say that the future would create robots. They used to say that robots would be the product of humanity, that we could bring an entire new species to life.

"Ten minutes, miss." FRIDAY said. "It's in your best interests to sleep. You've been awake for twenty-six hours. It's not very healthy."

You raised a brow and spoke sarcastically. "Thanks, Dad."

Instead of taking the helpful advice, you surveyed your cluttered desk for a flashlight. After finding it and twisting the top, light filled the room. You pointed it towards a second workbench.

Ultron.

Not only was he the prototype of perhaps the smartest AI anyone had ever seen, but you may or may not have used the Iron Legion designs from your dad to create Ultron's image. After all, he was intended to be for Tony anyway. To help him.

You approached the bench and set the flashlight down so that it illuminated the area properly before standing directly in front of Ultron. With a reminiscent smile, you placed your hand on his chest and closed your eyes as the cool material reacted against your skin.

"How long has it been, buddy?" You asked in a quiet mumble. "Two years now? Something like that. All those systems and codes and trying to synthesize the right material took it out of me, you know? You've always been my favorite project. I'm not gonna give up. You'll be amazing one day. You are gonna have the world in awe."

Your smile dropped a little.

"I want the world to think they need you. The thing is..."

Humans have always wanted robots to assist them.

The aim is specialized workers, the key ones. Doctors, nurses, teachers, those kinds of people.

Anything, really.

Ultron - even now - began to flicker in and out of consciousness.

He couldn't move or talk, but he was aware, able to observe. He watched as you - his creator - began to move around the lab as the power flickered back on.

He liked to study your actions. He enjoyed it. You were intriguing.

He watched until a loud telephone line began to ring in the warehouse. Then he listened.

"Incoming call from an encrypted line." FRIDAY - your primary AI - said.

He saw you furrow broth brows. "Can you decrypt it?"

Your voice was familiar to Ultron now. It was like home.

"I'm afraid not, miss." FRIDAY said.

"Alright." You sighed and answered whoever it was. "Look, if this is a scam call, shove it up your ass."

"Charmed, Campbell." Another replied.

Ultron used what capabilities he had to deduce that the voice belonged to Director Nicholas Fury. Your boss.

"Fury?" You questioned.

His tone indicated pain.

"You good? You sound beat." You said.

"Look, we don't have much time. I need you to get Loki's scepter."

"Eh?" You sat up straight, even more confused. "What's going on?"

"SHIELD is compromised."

Your voice faltered. "What?"

Ultron ran more information through his database, deciphering everything in real time.

"It's HYDRA." Fury said. "Agent Sitwell and STRIKE, probably others. Don't trust anyone."

HYDRA...

"How did this happen, Fury?" You asked, panicked.

"It doesn't matter. Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff are being targeted, as am I, and maybe even you. It's the Winter Soldier."

"The Winter who?"

"HYDRA's trained assassin. Look, just get the scepter before they do and wait for my instructions. Remember, don't trust anyone."

The line disconnected.

Ultron watched again as you began to pace and mutter underneath your breath. You cursed and grumbled and seemed annoyed. He wished he could do more, that he had a suitable power source that would enable him to reach out to you.

You finally stopped.

With the power on, you switched off the flashlight on the workbench and tossed it away. You hesitated as you looked up and met Ultron's gaze. You knew what you had to do, but you couldn't ensure his safety. The only way you thought of was to hide him so only you and your dad could find him.

You checked over the lab and went over to the furthest wall. It seemed pretty normal. Standard white paint, a few blueprints and instructions hung up among post-it notes and memorabilia. At least until you hit a certain part of the wall several times and suddenly it all began to shake and withdraw.

A secret compartment was revealed.

You flicked on a light before turning and going back over to Ultron's body. You looked into his eyes one last time before letting out a shaky breath.

"I'm sorry." You told him. "I've gotta keep you safe."

Then you used all of your strength to move his body towards the secret compartment.

Bringing something to life is incredible.

You start with nothing but bits and pieces and then somehow you finish with a living and sentient being who can think for itself. Something that is capable of passing the Turing Test. It's insane. It's the game changer.

But it's also risky.

What if these robots we make can surpass humanity? What if they outnumber us and they rule the world. What if they rule us? They will always be more intelligent, everything we wish we could be.

You held the door to the compartment aside, the limited light barely peeking through.

"I'll be back." You promised. "When I am, we'll do a test, yeah? We'll see how you manage."

You closed the compartment properly, waiting until you heard it click before backing up. You needed to get to the Triskelion.

Once you left, the time passed quickly.

I don't know who first raised the suspicions about robots, but they did.

They started the paranoia. Or maybe they just watched a lot of Terminator and I, Robot and end of the world movies. But seriously? Robots taking over the world? That can't happen. It's bogus.

Night had fallen on the warehouse compound.

The lab was abandoned and yet the compartment inside showed itself.

The groan of the wall receding broke the silence and it revealed Ultron, standing alone in the darkness. He seemed to be the only thing inside until a shadow passed over him. It belonged to a man.

"Well, well, well..." The man drawled in a very antagonistic fashion. "What do we have here?"

The man - the one who had reopened the compartment - tilted his head to assess the robotic body. It looked like an android.

"Little Stark has her very own bot, does she?" He murmured, tapping Ultron's chest.

God... I hope my robot won't take over the world.

#Tony stark #tony stark x daughter!reader #ironman #reader & Friday #Reader & Ultron #mcu #marvel #avengers

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familyabolisher · 1 year

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hi! ive just recently found your blog and i'm reading through some of your old posts, they're excellent (particularly the ones about the relationship between lolita and tlt!) i was wondering if you had an organizational tag for your writing or some other way to find it outside of the infinite scroll?

So I don’t have a proper tag or any kind of organised system going on here (I really do just, like, blurt out some thoughts as and when), but I’ve just spent the morning searching my blog for specifically TLT stuff and here’s what I’ve got:

On Nona and gender and why that book felt significantly More Transgender than the other two

More on Nona and gender (this is largely similar to the above post though tbh)

Sexual violence in Nona (and sexual violence as a throughline throughout TLT)

Reading Lolita as a TLT intertext

Shorter and somewhat clearer summary of the Lolita argument

Reading John and Kiriona’s relationship as functionally incestuous

Brides and bride metaphors and Kiriona/Alecto/Harrow (and an embedded post about Kiriona and her stupid little #gender)

On the Don Quixote references in Gideon

Handful of other posts that may or may not be of interest:

Reading A Streetcar Named Desire as a horror text

Joyce’s ‘This world is enough’ and what it means relative to the rest of Disco Elysium

Literacy and literary criticism as a communist

Lolita and Dante’s Beatrice

Most of my other longish answers to things can be found in /tagged/ask; I haven’t linked them all because the topics are v sporadic and idk what’s interesting or helpful or worth digging up, lol. I also have a bunch of longer posts on like all sorts of topics somewhere in the ether, but again, I don’t have a decent tagging system so I have no idea how to find them!

There’s also my Medium (I used to have a Substack but I deleted it on a whim lol so now all my old essays on like Severance and Disco Elysium and everything else are just floating around on my laptop until I get round to editing & reuploading them), which is pretty bereft at the minute, but you can read me talking in depth about Salò and Lolita over there if you’re interested.

#ask #sorry 2 disappoint but this blog is vvv unorganised #God I Really Should Sort Through My Old Substack Pieces. after i finish salolita essay.

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creepling · 1 year

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Idk if you still do this but maybe a scenario about dano riddler getting a panic attack from seeing a rat (ophranage memories coming back to him) and a male/gn reader comforts him?

<?> the ratcatcher - e. nashton

edward nashton x gn!reader / <1k words

tags: angst to comfort. reader helps edward through a panic attack. childhood trauma. musophobia. i think i depicted more c-ptsd than a panic attack in this but they kinda go hand in hand??

an: hey thanks for the request!! sorry if i didn't do it any justice but i liked your request and wanted to try it out. also just sorry in gen for not much uploads, i'm swamped with uni deadlines and haven't had motivation to write much, but your request helped that so ty<3

It was time for spring cleaning, and Edward took it upon himself to clear the cupboard beneath the sink. He was guilty of putting random things in there; plastic bags, pest poison, and cleaning products with no organisation. He got to work gutting the abundance of plastic bags, each revealing how dark it was inside the cabinet.

“Hey, can you get me a flashlight?” Edward asked you.

You fetched the torch from another storage cupboard full of junk and tossed it to Edward, noticing the trash pooling around him.

“Damn, was that all in there?” You asked.

Edward flicked the flashlight on, guiding the light inside the dark cabinet. A strong scent of dampness emerged from the darkness, overwhelming Edward immediately.

His hand began to tremble.

“Y-Yeah, I have a habit of stuffing things in it,” Edward nervously laughed.

The smell was familiar in the wrong ways. Images of the mouldy walls in the orphanage. He was breathing in the mould, day in and day out, a constant cough plaguing his childhood.

“I’ll clear all this,” You said, picking up the plastic bags and taking them to the bin.

Edward sucked in a breath, continuing to look inside the cupboard. The pipes were moist and leaking. That caused the mould. He kept a mental note to ask you to fix it. Or this could be something that cannot be restored. His past has come back to haunt him, clinging to the walls of his home. He will never escape this. The darkness in the cupboard will claim him, swallow him whole. A lump began to grow in Edward’s throat.

Edward shined the light to the far corner, where the mould clung higher up, its black centre claiming the corner of the wall. The light revealed a ball of greasy brown fur the size of a shoe. The light startled it, flashing black beady eyes. Its yellow teeth bucked out in fright, and Edward’s eyes widened. It scurried the opposite side, and its sudden movement made Edward drop the flashlight and back off from the cupboard.

The thump of the torch on the ground startled you. You rushed to Edward, witnessing him crawled up in a ball, clinging to his trembling limbs.

Edward was absent. He was back there. Waking up from a light sleep, the mould filling his lungs. The rats nibbled at his fingers, their eyes glistening in hunger. He felt no pain. His fingers were too numb from the cold. His limbs ached, and chills overcame his body. He could not move. He could not scream. All he could do was look at the rats eating away at his cold skin, his eyes wide in panic.

“Edward, please, look at me,” You sat with him, soothing his back, brushing his hair away from his forehead. Once Edward managed to make eye contact, you asked him to breathe slowly. You breathed in and out slowly, and he attempted to copy your pace.

“The rat is gone, Edward. You’re not there anymore. You’re here with me, okay? I’m not going anywhere,”

Edward began to nod, but his heart was still racing. Tears began to run down his cheeks, and you gently wiped them away. “Tell me what you need,” You said.

“St-Stay with me,” He pleaded, gripping the fabric of his shirt.

You nodded, “I’ll always be here. I love you, Edward. More than anything in this world,”

Internal anger filled your mind, but your eyes stayed empathetic. Gotham was fucked up. How many others are out there, traumatised by this city? Someone must pay for this, but you kept your thoughts to yourself. Edward needed comfort, not a reminder to seek revenge.

Your voice helped soothe Edward’s mind. His breath became level, and a sense of calmness came over him. Suddenly he was exhausted, and his tensed arms grew limb. He tried to get up from the floor, but you helped him.

“You okay?” You asked.

Edward nodded, staying quiet. He wrapped his arms around you and lightly kissed your forehead. You smiled up at him, cupping his cheek into your hand, sadness swelling within you at his tired eyes.

“Let’s just go to bed, huh?” He suggested. You nodded, guiding him to the bedroom where you lay with Edward in your arms, soothing his tired body until he fell into a peaceful sleep.

#edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #dano!riddler x reader #angst to comfort #the batman 2022 #paul dano #danonation

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kpchrs · 1 month

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15 questions for 15 friends

Thanks @burntblueberrywaffles and @realmermaid333 for tagging me weeks ago.

Are you named after anyone?

Nope.

When was the last time you cried?

Uhhh... Whatever days ago, I think, over a fanfiction HAHAHA

Do you have kids?

Nope. I don't know if I want to or not. I definitely wanna nurture one tho, and they don't necessarily have to be my own, if that makes sense.

What sports do you play/have you played?

I don't like sports, but I like badminton because it's a childhood game.

Do you use sarcasm?

Less than I should. I don't know why.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

I'm very disinterested in strangers when I really don't wanna socialise, so I don't really look at people, but maybe the voice since I can never ignore that.

What's your eye colour?

Brown. I love the colour brown!

Scary movies or happy endings?

That's a weird 'this and that' cus it's pretty different, but happy endings of course. I like scary films but only for the thrill not the story, cus the story usually doesn't intrigue me that much.

Any talents?

Hate that word, "talent", because it's a confusing word. Do you mean talent as in the natural aptitude of a person? In that definition, I think I'm pretty talented. I was one of the high achievers because I have a natural aptitude for studying. I know how to study and I comprehend things better than other kids. I'm a fast learner. My intuition is great. I can retain information well. I analyse things well. I'm lazy and easy to get bored tho, and that's why I was one of the high achievers. Related to that I would put languages as my talents. I'm pretty natural with it; English, Mandarin, Japanese, Korean... I absorb them as I go naturally. I learn English by myself. I remember most of what I learned from random medias. But because I never apply them (except for English), I'm not fluent at all. My piano teacher said I had a musical talent, and I did win a few piano competitions, and I passed Grade 8 ABRSM, but that's SO mediocre in the classical music world, I don't really think it counts. I have not even practised for years. I actually think I'm more natural at singing, but I never received formal training. And I'm sure there are more. These are pretty "eh", ain't it, because it stops at that?

If you mean talent as in skills, then my biggest skill is literature and story-telling. It's also one of my few passions. I don't say "writing" because that's still hard to do (especially if it's in English, it's not my native language), but I do learn in my own time, I know lots about it, and I still wanna learn more. This also applies to English. What's more? I'm pretty good at cooking, I guess. I'm not a master chef, but I can cook you dishes, definitely. The only thing that prevents me from cooking more is my lack of money. This is a soft skill, but I would put "organising" too. I love organising and I'm natural at it.

For me, talents should pair with effort and practice. People should strive to have more skills if they have the means! Because of that, I much prefer asking people what are their passions and I kinda dislike complimenting people with "you are so talented!" because nah, they practise a lot behind the screen and you just never see it! ...Wait a minute, what am I doing, writing a self-development book? 💀 This is supposed to be a fun thing. Uhhh...sorry, I really dislike the word "talent" xD

Where were you born?

I don't like saying it on the internet lol

What are your hobbies?

Reading stories (currently it's fanfiction), listening to music, window shopping, watching films and shows, playing games, relaxing in cafes, and eating. This is just random, but the happiest moments I can remember were when I first watched TBOSAS in the cinema and when I infodump my friend LiS on Discord in a cafe. Those are like last year and I want to feel that again.

Do you have any pets?

Yes, I have a dog and she's a supermutt and she's a rascal and her name is Marie and she's the reason why my pain tolerance is great.

How tall are you?

158cm. I should have been a little bit taller, but I think because of scoliosis, nah lol

Favourite subject in school?

None. School subjects were pretty boring... Okay, maybe English. I also liked Modern History.

Dream job?

I'm not good with high-stress and high-paced jobs. I'd love to be a librarian, but libraries are not appreciated at all here. Or I'd love to be a game writer too, with teams and a writer room, as such. I don't really know how it works. Some kind of game developer, but not the programming. Or I'd love to help people, especially kids, in whatever way.

No pressure + random tagging: @mitsuki91, @weer02, @-- uhhhh you know what, I'm BEYOND lazy to tag 15 people. Tag whoever who wants to play this! Or these two people I already tagged can tag the people I could have tagged xD

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athemarina · 2 years

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writeblr intro!! finally!!

hello lovely people of the tumblr writing community <3 i'm marina (she/her) and i've had this blog for about a month now but so far Life and all its Obligations prevented me from making a proper intro post - here it finally is now, for everyone who'd like to get to know me and my projects a bit!

me as a person

i'm marina but you can also call me any nick name version of that and also any and all terms of endearment (can you tell i'm a libra). i'm 27, from austria, and speak german and english (pretty well), french (badly) and know how to order bread in korean (essential skill)

my interests include: philosophy, linguistics, horses, music, musicals, the city of paris, and also formula 1. yes i know this is random what can i say

i'm a full-time student and part-time capitalism worker-bee so depending on my schedule i might disappear for a bit, but i intend to always come back here to get inspired and get some work done! which leads me to...

me as a writer

i love coming up with new ideas and projects!! getting started is so much fun!! finishing things on the other hand!! is so hard!! send help!!

my fave genres (to read and to write): fantasy, sci-fi, works and words inspired by folklore and mythology - but really i like anything with compelling characters!

random things i love in writing: vampires (one day i'll write the Great Big Austrian Vampire Novella. alas, not today), characters that haunt the narrative, guilt and grief and healing from both, characters that make all the wrong choices, couples that have fun with each other, cryptic prophecies, sibling relationships, symbolic flowers

PLEASE COME TALK TO ME ABOUT WRITING!! i would really like to become part of a community here, so always feel free to come talk to me about your wips, my wips, the blorbo that lives in your head rent-free, the latest book you've read and loved... whatever you want to share i'd love to hear <3 you can also always tag me in games and challenges, but it might take me a bit to get to it, depending on how much real life hates me atm

my children: works in (never-ending) progress

i'm gonna make proper intro posts for all these projects soon, but to give you some idea of what i get up to, here are some short descriptions! some of these wips have been with me for a couple years, others are more recent, but they all haunt my every waking moment <;3

The Price of Wishing (first draft complete): good old sci-fi dystopian flair; a society that got rid of poverty by creating so called Houses of Service - institutions that will sell out their workers to the highest bidder for anything that people are willing to pay for. but it's not quite as simple as that: politics, organised crime, and a revenge plot years in the making all intersect at Isra's House of Service, and its inhabitants must learn to navigate these worlds - or they'll go down trying.

Forget Me (Not) (first draft about half-way done): wouldn't it be great to purge some of the mistakes we made from memory, not just our own but that of everyone? in a world in which the Chip implanted in everyone's neck records everything seen and experienced, this - collective forgetting - is the price celebrity contestants get to compete for in a reality tv show. each contestant has something they need the world to forget, but who can convince the viewers the most? the central theme of this story is grief, and when to hold on, and when to let go.

Attempts at Life (still in the outline stage): finn day and her brother felix know how their lives will play out: they were born in the lowest class society has to offer, and there they will stay. which is an unusual position for people like them to be in: both their souls were reborn for the fifth (and last) time; for them to have been assigned to this shitty life, they must have done something heinous in their previous one. finn is resigned to accept this punishment for a crime she can't even remember, but that's before the government offers her a position - she finds out things that change her view of society and herself forever, and she'll have to decide which one to save.

Untitled Fantasy (literally only thought of this last week): something something a necromancer brings back the hero of the ancient world to stop Something Bad from happening. only problem is - the hero does not remember ever being a hero. or anything at all, really. the rest of the world remembers, though. i'd love for this story to include some traditional austrian folklore elements! those are fun

so that's it! last but not least: if you've read this far, thank you so much omg you're my personal hero. i'm following a bunch of people already since i've been lurking for a couple weeks, but i'm always looking for new writers to get to know and support so pls interact with this post or shoot me a message and i'll check you out and follow you! and if you have any questions, or answers, or just wanna talk i'm very excited to get to know you all <3

#writeblr #writeblr intro #writers on tumblr #writing community #wip intro #writbr #im excited to get to meet you all!!#lets be friends who bond over being slightly too intense about fictional characters and worlds pls

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finniestoncrane · 9 months

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hi finnie, I'm Here For A Blind Date >:)

congrats on the milestone, and i hope i'm doing this right LMAO

I'd say you know me pretty well already. i have an undying love for firefly and killer moth, I like horror movies etc.. but lemme tell you things you don't know about me for this!

I studied media, and i might go study film or information (idk what it's in english) next year! I love studying history - i used to also know latin, and i'm gonna start learning it again soon.

I speak two languages - finnish and english and i can understand swedish. I play a lot of video- and board games as well :) i hope this is enough???

💜 blind date 💜 orders open here! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: you did it exactly right! i was going to go off-base but then i thought, no you deserve a nice night with one of your boys! 💚

"Welcome to the Vill-Inn! Your date is waiting, he arrived early. He's sitting... it's... uh... yeah the brightest one. Lotta candles requested... likes it bright, or hot..."

The heat seems to rise by one degree every step closer to your table that you take. Sitting down, you are faced with a vaguely salacious grin.

"I promise, the temperature isn't an attempt to have you shedding layers. I just need to know you can stand the heat."

As tempting as it is to roll your eyes, for the sake of the date, you smile politely and take your seat. A hand is thrust out to you, scarred deeply. You take it, relishing the firm grip that you're held in as he introduces himself.

"Garfield. Garf. Firefly. Whatever you want to call me."

You have to admit, he's very intriguing, captivating. Somehow pulling you in with his dorky charm and dramatic delivery of his one-liners alone.

Immediately he detects an accent, and opens up the conversation to language and background. He's keen for you to teach him a few phrases in Finnish, maybe some in Swedish if you can, complimenting your ability to master language, a powerful tool. How do you say fire and flames in as many languages as possible?

"Some people would think that the real world was too filled with horrors, but I for one can't get enough."

Common ground! Not sure what you expected when you asked him what his favourite horror films were, but you stifle the giggle as he lists them off. Firestarter, House of Wax, Nightmare on Elm Street, The Wicker Man. He's impressed by your selection too, and you agree that a second date should be a showing of Fire Maidens From Outer Space (luckily, it's showing at the Monarch as part of their "classics" schedule.

"And what kind of villainy do you hope to achieve with those studies? None? Oh. Well, I suppose it takes all sorts."

He listens enthusiastically though, suggesting how you might put the skills you'll learn to use for nefarious reasons. But it's obvious that he's distracted. The flames surrounding the table, the way they reflect in your eyes, how you look bathed in their light. It takes everything in him not to tell you his heart is aflame, but even he knows that's a bit too much.

Changing the subject quickly, he enquires about your leisure time, and is fascinated to learn that you also enjoy board games. They kept him sane while he was in Arkham, as strange as that sounds.

"Strategy and planned moves are key to being a competent villain, so ensuring the mind is constantly active in those- Ah! The surprise!"

The conversation is interrupted, and the evening is ended with a dessert he has organised. Cherries jubilee. The flames dance as he licks his lips, giving you a slow wink as he offers you the first bite.

#finnie1500 #finnie writes

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zosonils · 1 year

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Wait, no, actually, tell me about the Scribblenauts timeline. I must be real... I like it too. I love unifying timelines where things seemingly just happen, tell us!

scribblenauts fans rise up >:] to be clear this isn't an attempt to sort out the canon timeline [although if you asked i'd guess unlimited > scribblenauts > super > unmasked based on the few splinters of plot we get] but rather taking inspiration from the scraps of story available to build something new and coherent, although at this stage 'coherent' isn't super accurate lmao it's just islands of solid ideas amidst a sea of autism nonsense

basically i'm deciding that the doppelganger's presence in 10-5 of super counts as a plot and slapping that on top of the more consistently defined world and lore of unlimited and onwards [so kind of what unmasked and the subsequent comic did but batman isn't there], with an added sprinkle of the 'scribblenauts being an actual organisation that maxwell is involved in' thing that never made it past background details in the first game. while unlimited arguably has the most iconic and/or existent plot and for sure i want lily to be a deutragonist i'm not sure how much of it i'll retain because 1. turning your daughter into stone is bad parenting 2. let her tag along and be an actual character instead of a literal rock you cowards and 3. the more super-inspired storyline i have in mind with the doppelganger is probably enough to carry the emotional intensity of a mostly lighthearted story by itself and i don't want to bog things down with too many subplots lol

i'm absolutely reading too deep into this kiddie game but i think the doppelganger as an antagonist of maxwell's own creation reflecting all his worst traits would be super interesting in an environment that puts more consistent and deliberate thought into character writing, so that's the idea i'm basing this autism-powered rehash on. i don't think it's ever actually specified but when i was a little sporelet playing scribblenauts unlimited for the first time i somehow got the impression that starites grant wishes? which is cute so i'm using that as maxwell's motivation to join the scribblenauts and seek them out, that he wants to collect enough to wish for something cool and superficial that a 12ish [?????] year old kid would want. but then after lots of adventures and character development when he's in the dramatic final confrontation with his doppelganger and has matured enough to see him as a distressed kid in uniquely terrifying circumstances rather than just an annoying knockoff he instead uses his wish on giving doppelganger the chance to be a normal kid with a normal life because he wants to make kind decisions now. then i guess they all go home and nobody dies in a scripted ufo explosion

this post is getting toooooo long so i'm gonna try and wrap it up now but god i already have so many ideas rattling around my head for an autism reawakening that could be over in a week lmao. now i'm even sadder that my computer is busted because i want to replay unlimited and refresh my lore so badly..... there's a fandom page [breezewiki sweep though] for the series which has helped refresh my memory but none of the sources are cited it's a nightmare. what do you mean maxwell and lily are twins for the love of god give me a single screenshot or manual scan that mentions this

also i didn't have a good place to insert this but even though edgar and julie having 42 kids is obviously a Silly Joke and excuse to give unlimited some unique characters i am choosing to interpret it as them being experienced foster carers. i don't care to sort through every single character and decide which if any are biologically related to each other lmao but adopted/foster families are swag as hell and there should be more of them in media! it also adds a nice layer to the doppelganger plot - maxwell is more willing to reach out to him because he's seen 'angry bitter kid who will only get better with kindness' in a lot of his brothers and maybe himself, and it gives doppelganger an easy place to go for his happy ending because maxwell's parents are experts at taking in kids like him. didn't want to end this post without mentioning this because i'm already suuuper attached to the concept

#[not] sorry for the long ass scribblenauts infodump i just love the goofy noun kids! it may happen again #just fucking whatever #scribblenauts #yeah i'll tag this why not. see if i can get the 3ish active scribblenauts fans to weigh in on my deranged nonsense #also you know how i mentioned in the tags on my last post that one of my overambitious hyperfixation ideas was a super remake #cause initially my idea was that vanilla 5-10 is the 'normal' ending but if you've collected every starite you get this 'good' ending #i dunno that just seems like the kind of slightly annoying design decision that a late 00s ds game would have made hsnbkjndhfhnjj #i'm so normal about this fucking baby puzzle game. can you tell #long post #at least i think it is. i don't use mobile if i can help it #mysthalery

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space-writes · 10 months

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seeing you post about obsidian is making me curious about it. What plugins do you recommend for it? Also, how do you organize your vaults? I'm very intrigued by it, but idk if it's worth switching all my information over for the 3rd or 4th time...

hi anon!

i've actually got a rough draft of a plugins rec post in the works, but off the top of my head some of my favourites are:

dataview for the ability to pull information from metadata and create auto lists/tables

hover editor for being able to have 'hovering' popups, thus adding to the amount of windows and tabs you can have open at any one time to edit in

omnisearch is my fave replacement for core search, since it searches better through your files

outliner if you like making lists and want to be able to reorganise them quickly

smart typography changes quotes to curly quotes, dashes to em dashes and periods to ellipses

tag wrangler if you're using tags for organisation (makes it easy to edit them)

workspaces plus + Advanced URI for setting up multiple workspaces for different projects and ease of switching between them. this is my gamechanger, this is how i run all my obsidian. workspaces are king

as for vault organisation - it's really really down to how you best deal with information. I use folders for categories, and then i use what a lot of obsidian folks would call 'too many' folders to subcategorise.

cut for length & screenshots:

my main vault categories look like this:

'meta' is where images, technical info, templates and stuff go, and i have a folder like that in all three of my vaults (main, Valloroth, and D&D)

then i have larger buckets for areas of my life, and everything goes in a bucket, unless i don't know what i'm doing with it, then it goes in Primordial Ooze (and gets ignored until i remember that folder exists TT_TT)

the Valloroth (aka renegade prince) vault looks like this:

(the numbers are from the novel wordcount plugin, which puts total wordcount next to files and folders. i'm test driving it, not sure how much i like it yet)

so again, my main strategy is to have the largest possible 'bucket' as a top level folder, and then subcategorise within that. so for example, in 'world' I have this:

I based my categories on similar ones I was using in a different worldbuilding app, but I've seen people do varying ways of managing it.

really there are as many ways to organise as there are people. Some obsidian folk use no folders, and just link everything, some people use systems like PARA, or Zettelkasten, or Linking Your Thinking, or mish-mashes of multiple things. Mine is a bastardised take on Johnny Decimal, that i've made work for me, and use across vaults and also to organise my non-obsidian files.

i was also moving my notes for the umpteenth time when I switched, and the main things that sold me are really all the things I listed in my post. the thing of it is, if you move and you don't like it, all your notes are in plaintext. easy to extract, and access, and (depending on program) move to somewhere else.

obsidian does have a bit of a learning curve, not gonna lie. but every friend i've convinced to try it has been delighted by what they can do with it. i'd recommend trawling through the discord and youtube communties, and the resources on the hub. make a test vault, put a little bit of info in it to play with. don't try and do everything at once - take it in pieces or it gets overwhelming.

i hope this was helpful! feel free to ask for clarification or ask more questions, i am (as is evident) always down to talk about obsidian.

#obsidian md #obsidian.md #writeblr #it really depends how your brain works #the idea with mine is that everything should have one obvious place where it goes #so i'm never sitting with a piece of information going 'what do i do with this'

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corvusissotired · 1 year

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Trans and jewish ppl also said they still support and love the franchise. It was an integral part to their journey. Guess what. They have been told to stfu because they don't speak for their community. You see how fucked up it is? BOTH povs are valid. You can't dismiss one voice over the other to fit your agenda. The world is not black or white. Ppl are entitled to their opinion and telling trans and jewish ppl that support the game and franchise to fuck off is wrong. Period.

Lol buddy cmon. First, like I'm gonna believe an anon. It's so easy to link evidence of these Jewish and trans people saying they needed to buy the game because HP--an antisemitic, racist series made by a fomenting, raging mistake of a human being who has literally implied ALL trans women are, TRIGGER WARNING, rapists in a wig and skirt--was integral to their journey. Not saying it's not true, just saying it's hard to believe. Put up or shut up.

Second, at no point have I said it's ok to tell Jewish and trans people who play HL that they aren't part of their respective communities because they enjoy HP or even HL. It's not. But please note that, while you're 100% still part of the community and deserve rights as much as the rest of us, I will not trust you. A lot of us won't. Because you put a game above our lives, above your own life. And you absolutely are allowed to be upset about that but...something something fuck around and find out? Your actions have consequences. Literally don't know what else to say. It also makes zero sense. You want rights...but you're actively shitting on them by buying this game. Not saying it's ok to gatekeep, just putting it into perspective that if you do want basic fucking rights, maybe don't buy a game thats made by someone who is actively working to take them away? In any case, I have yet to see anyone in the anti HL tag, to streamers, to ANYONE who's playing the game, say any of that. That sounds fake as hell. Again, could be real but it's a bit unbelievable. Put up or shut up.

Anyway, not sure why you're bent about all this in my inbox. I have said none of these things so sounds like you're just another one of those people who, every time a trans person has a negative opinion about HL, you feel guilty and lash out. If you're here from my post, guess what? None of what I said was meant to be taken as a threat to people who play HL. My point with that post was to point out the people who buy it purely to hate trans people even more and that they're proving our ostracization, our being killed, is merely a joke to them. If you don't see the issue with that, or think there's 2 eQuaLLy iMpOrtAnt siDeS, there's seriously no helping you.

Please also note that none of what I said was untrue either. This is how fascism works. It starts slow and small. It's just a game right? But that game takes money. And that money goes into the pockets of an absolute mistake of a human. And then she gives it to politicians and bills and organisations that actively want marginalized people gone, dead. And now those politicians make office and those bills pass and those orgs are funded even more by these people now in power. And now they've seized that power and are actively killing people like me and you and other marginalized groups.

But go a-fucking-head. Have your game. Enjoy your nostalgia. But please ask yourself: was it worth it? Was it worth it to help put people's lives even more in danger than they already are, just so you could have your few months of dopamine and nostalgia from a game that will be forgotten in about a year? And maybe also ask yourself if it was worth it to put YOUR OWN life at risk for a few months of nostalgia and dopamine. Because a LOT of us don't think it is. And it's unfair that you are putting a literal game above our and your own life.

#anti hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy #jkr #jk rowling #what a joke

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racingliners · 11 days

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🏎️💨 THE FORMULA 1 TAG GAME! 🏎️💨: tagged by @avida-heidia-5, thank you!!

(this has been in my drafts since January and I had completely forgotten to post it, so I'm going to fix that immediately. I am so sorry this took forever!)

1. Who or what got you into F1?

My Dad. The best memories I have of my Dad are watching F1 races together when I was growing up. idk how long he'd been an F1 fan by the time I was born, but I still have a very old Ferrari hat of his.

2. Who was the very first F1 driver you supported? Do you support them now? Have your opinions on them differed or stayed the same since then?

As a kid Michael because of my Dad (according to my Gran when I really really little I used to run around going "vroom vroom Schumacher!"). When I got back into watching F1 in 2013 I supported Jenson and Seb, and I still do! They're very much my beloveds.

3. Who’s your current favourite F1 driver?

Lewis!

4. Is there a driver pairing or pairings you support? What made you attracted to that pairing in the first place?

the dream teams of Seb, Britta and Antti & Lewis and Bono. I am a sucker for colleagues turned besties.

And as for teammates, Lewis and Jenson are my favourites. I frequently go onto YouTube and look up old McLaren promo videos because they're just hilarious in the best way (also shoutout to Series 1 of Tooned, I still have it on DVD!).

5. Do your parents, siblings or relatives have a favourite team and/or favourite driver(s)?

Nope, I'm the only F1 fan in my family. My parents (Mum and Step-Dad) have the odd opinion on some drivers but as a whole they're very unbothered 😅

6. Do you have any favourite races? Are there any that stand out to you the most?

I have so many for various different reasons. Silverstone 2014 & 2018 because I was there. India 2013 and Singapore 2019 for Seb reasons, Hungary 2019 and Turkey 2020 for Lewis reasons. Hungary 2021 for the whole of lap 1 and also for Seb reasons. Bahrain 2014 also sticks out because it was such a good race long battle between Nico and Lewis.

7. Do you have a favourite circuit? Can be from the past or from the current calendar.

Silverstone and Marina Bay (Singapore)

8. Have you ever been to an F1 race in real life? Feel free to tell us your experience going to one if you like.

As mentioned above I have been ridiculously lucky to go to the British GP twice in 2014 and 2018. The first time my parents organised it and the second time was via coach trip (which honestly I would recommend, it took out a lot of the stress in terms of getting to the track).

Obviously it's been a while but both years were absolutely amazing. Silverstone is a brilliant circuit both in terms of spectator facilities and seating options (idk if they still have it, but for our weekend tickets we had roving grandstand seats for the Saturday which meant we could sit in different parts of the track for FP3 and Quali - Luffield and Village are great spots!).

The atmosphere at the track is also just incredible, even during a practice session. They also open the Porsche experience centre and have cars on display (including cars that have won Le Mans!!)

I did post some pictures at the time from both trips under the Silverstone 2014 and Silverstone 2018 tags and I'm happy to post more if people want!

9. Have you ever met an F1 driver in real life?

I have not but I know someone who has 😅

10. Do you have a favourite F1 car? If so, what is it?

I have a colossal soft spot for the Brawn GP BGP001, she will always be famous 🤍💛

11. Do you have a favourite one win wonder?

Esteban Ocon purely for everything that was Hungary 2021.

12. Do you have any favourite quotes from the F1 world? This can either be inspirational or hilarious.

Lewis' post-race radio from Turkey 2020 and a (very) long list of Seb quotes

#tagged #F1 Thoughts #I wanted to hold on to this until pre-season testing!#this was very fun!#(and it was very fun and I'm a muppet for forgetting to post this)

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