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A hundred thousand years ago there were people who stayed by the campfire and people who wandered.I'm pretty sure I'm a direct descendent of the wandering type.It's just who I am.
Reacher 1x08.
#reacher#reacheredit#jack reacher#alan ritchson#frances neagley#maria sten#oscar finlay#malcolm goodwin#roscoe conklin#willa fitzgerald#ellelan#ellelan's graphics#reacher s1 was one of the best seasons of tv in ages <3
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Art Ensemble Of Chicago – “Nice Guys” vinyl cover front, back and poster (1979)
Design by Barbara Wojirsch
Photography by Isio Saba (Front), Dani Lienhard (Back) and Roberto Masotti (Poster)
#music#jazz#Art Ensemble Of Chicago#nice guys#cover design#graphic design#Barbara Wojirsch#Lester Bowie#Malachi Favors#Joseph Jarman#roscoe mitchell#Don Moye#ecm
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#Alex rider#Alex rider:Point Blanc the graphic novel#Point Blanc boys#Hugo Vries#Nicolas Marc#Tom McMorin#Cassia James#Joe Canterbury#James Sprintz#Paul Roscoe#Dmitry Ivanov#Also cameo of Michael J Roscoe & Viktor Ivanov
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of long lines and names || cl16 fic
charles leclerc x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)
Summary: Aimee Yael and Charles Leclerc are too young to have five kids under six, but those boys became the life and memories that the couple wanted to keep forever. OR a series of scenarios during Aimee’s pregnancies that Charles remembered the most.
Content warning: Pregnancies with twins/five kids, dad!Charles and the grid uncles, based on Charles’ long name, a crying Charles, mentions of Anthoine Hubert, Niki Lauda, Jules Bianchi and the Leclerc dad (nothing too graphic nor personal, mostly based on their names only), loss/grief, Toto being a d-bag for a moment, possible use of explicit language, family-centric/dad!Charles-centric content, mentions of other Hearth sisters children (Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen)
Note: This will be a flop but I love these fictional Hearth-Leclerc kids. I love all of their kids! In fact, I have a series of spreadsheets dedicated to the Hearth sisters, and other characters and the names of their babies. Enjoy xx
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2024 — Hervé Louis Sebastien René Mathieu and Jules Lorenzo Blaise Pascal Timothé Leclerc
Aimee Yael Edmunson (Hearth) had never been stressed before. She had no reason to be. As a woman from a wealthy family — the granddaughter of Scottish billionaires and a daughter of an FIA executive — she had no reason to stress over the little things that were in the area of her control. Like her half-sisters, she had the money and intelligence to handle things well.
All except for the two little things in her womb that were continuously developing as the fourth month of her pregnancy went on. It was hard to hide it from everyone if you were to ask her. She had already spoken to her mother about carrying this amount of children in one go— Amara Louise Edmunson had only given birth to one child, and it was her. Nobody knew the struggle, but her mother had comforted her as much as she could.
Aimee was calm despite the disaster that happened to be an unplanned pregnancy, her rational mind thinking that she shouldn’t be in some form of distress or discomfort to avoid any complications in her body.
Her boyfriend, Charles Leclerc, thought otherwise.
When her body hit the ninth-week mark, there was already a tiny bump that someone might have seen as bloated. A natural one, no? But Charles was known to overthink things, and when he somehow got his prediction right, he had never cried so hard about having not only one— but two kids. He cried as if he was the one with the uncontrollable hormones. Aimee watched him cry empathetically, feeling grateful that she didn’t have this much anxiety that could risk her health and her babies. Still, she wondered if the tears he shredded were tears of joy or something else.
Charles said he was happy, but at the same time, he thought of how their families would react— minus Pascale, Blanche and Amara.
When her body hit the seventeenth-week mark, they couldn’t hide it from their families any longer, hosting a dinner at their home in Monaco where Aimee did all of the cooking. Everything she made were cravings that became stronger as her first few weeks of pregnancy went on—rice, pasta and somehow a good selection of desserts and pastries that Charles ordered before the dinner.
Welcoming each family member into the house wasn’t the most significant part of the dinner. The maternal figures of Charles and Aimee’s lives — Pascale, Amara and Blanche Ford — were on standby just in case someone decided to act differently towards the two.
Stevie and Lewis Hamilton were clearly (too obviously) shocked at the protrusion in Aimee’s stomach but hadn’t made any comment on it for a while. They merely spoke about their daughter Lottie, who would cuddle with Roscoe whenever her little crawling body approached him. They were talking about their child, all while their eyes peered down on Aimee’s growing body.
Sylvie and her fiancé Max Verstappen were surprised. Still, the model had managed to pass off her shock as excitement over the invitation to the couple’s new home before she tried to maneuver through the huge bump in the road— or rather, in Aimee’s body. Max tried asking Pascale and Amara about it by mouthing, “Is she actually?” only to receive a glare from them. Blanche scolded him quietly to keep it shut while she served him a drink.
Charles dreaded inviting his brothers into his new home because they always picked their timing. When Arthur and Lorenzo Leclerc saw Aimee’s bulging figure, they immediately turned away and snorted aloud. Charles wasn’t this anxious about anything as exciting as this, but Arthur’s offhanded comment, “I’ll be attending your funeral when Toto finds out,” definitely had him recoiling. Pascale had to smack both her other children for scaring Charles off. Aimee nearly cried on the spot when Arthur made the joke, to which Charles returned to his composure and glared at his youngest brother for making her feel so shitty.
The mentioned man and his wife were met at the front by the three maternal figures. Toto Wolff wasn’t typically this intimidated. He was usually level-headed, but how they stared at him while they welcomed the couple left him asking what was happening. Tilly seemed to sense some sort of protectiveness towards whatever it was, and when she had gotten a glimpse of it, her eyes sparkled at the sight of Charles’ hand over her little sister’s stomach. She wordlessly grinned before tugging her husband down on a seat right across the two.
Toto couldn’t say a word if he were being truthful. The moment his eyes settled on the bulging stomach, his glare toward the Monegasque driver hardened. This was Toto’s nightmare, but it wasn’t as if he could just say that in front of the most overprotective women to have existed. So he threatened Charles wordlessly, passing words back and forth with other people while he glared at the Ferrari driver whenever he piped up.
“So…” Toto started after finishing what seemed to be his second wine of the night. “Aimee, you’re pregnant. How long?”
“Uh,” Aimee shifted uncomfortably, scared even to look Toto in the eyes. “Seven- seventeen weeks.”
“She’s seventeen weeks and four days—“ Charles was thrilled. He was. But the stare that Toto gave him immediately had his mouth shut as he looked back and only settled to hold his girlfriend’s hands underneath the table. “Four days,” he murmured to himself.
“So explain how,” Lorenzo started but had given up halfway through, gesturing at Aimee’s stomach, “how has she grown this much if she’s only that much?”
“Yeah, about that,” Charles’ grin widened continuously as he announced, “We’re having twins.”
Aimee and Charles’ siblings were cheering for the couple as a series of hollering escaped their mouths. Pascale, Blanche and Amara were grinning from ear to ear while Toto… he was a man that was hard to please.
“Two?” Toto uttered, already pouring himself another glass of cabernet sauvignon. “And you two are… getting married?”
“What?” Arthur blurted out with an incredulous look, shooting in Toto’s direction. Sylvie and Stevie looked at each other, asking themselves, ‘what the fuck is he on?’
“Uh no,” Charles nervously laughed, but no one seemed to understand the memo when Toto glared at him as the Monegasque muttered, “but I suppose this is a wrong answer to say aloud.”
“We’re not going to get hitched,” Aimee laughed in confusion, “why do we have to?”
“Because you’re pregnant?”
“Do we have to get married?” Aimee looked at Tilly for some help.
Tilly, sensing the discomfort from the pregnant woman, reached to pinch her husband in his side, eliciting a groan from him as she glared, “No, you don’t have to.”
“Yeah, you don’t,” Sylvie glared at Toto. “Tils and Toto didn’t get married until Tia came along.”
“So, you’re just going to be waiting for the fourth child to be out until you marry?” Arthur asked bluntly, leaving him to cower when Stevie, Lorenzo and Sylvie shot him a look of annoyance. “Oh mon dieu, je pose juste une question.” Oh my god, I’m just asking a question.
Toto wasn’t sold at the thought of his youngest in-law being pregnant with another driver’s children. He’d seen Stevie get married off to his own driver, Lewis, and it still never sat right with him to witness them being married or having a family with some men. Charles could agree on the same thing, because if his hypothetical daughter was to be courted and even have a boyfriend he wasn’t sure how he would act either.
He didn’t think that he would have the same problem with vice versa until he found out that Aimee was carrying two boys. He wondered how to prevent them from having girlfriends or boyfriends at an early age because he was certain that Aimee would just play mother of the groom on the pretend wedding that the boys would have at a young age.
But his worries withered away when he held Hervé and Jules for the first time. He could still remember realizing how strong they were from the grip they had on his fingers. He could still remember the sight of Aimee crying after she introduced them to their father— not wanting to see Charles cry again due to the tribute that she had given to Charles’ family that passed years ago.
Perhaps it was a good idea that she did the crying this time; she deserved it after watching him have a breakdown over the little things that he didn’t need to worry about — and Charles needed to have the backbone for thinking himself as a shitty father for his unborn children.
“What’re their names?” Esteban almost laughed after seeing Charles stare at Pierre mindlessly. It really wasn’t a good idea for Gasly to have Charles repeat the babies’ names all over again especially when the Monegasque was way too tired for his friends’ bullshit.
Mick kicked Pierre lightly with a hush, rocking the baby in his arms as he quietly asked, “Do you not listen or do you just live to piss your best friend off?”
Charles glared at Pierre, whose smile stood out as he giggled. Scoffing quietly, Charles gestured to the boy in his arm, “Jules Lorenzo Blaise Pascal Timothé.”
Then he nudged his head at Mick’s direction before he introduced the other twin, “and the boy in Mick’s hold is Hervé Louis Sebastien René Mathieu.”
“Sorry, I didn’t listen, Shal can you—“
“Oh my fucking god. Shut the fuck up, Pierre.”
“I’m kidding,” Pierre snorted as he quietly cackled. “What do you call them though?”
2026 — Sacha Niki Pierre Philippe Leclerc
Torger Wolff promised that he wasn’t going to squash Charles Leclerc’s head until it popped once that Hervé and Jules Leclerc were born.
He loved his nephews after all and spoiled them as much as their Uncle Toto could. He made sure the boys had their bunk beds prepared at the Wolff home in Monaco or England just in case they came for a sleepover with his son Adelmo and his niece Lottie Hamilton — who were just about the same age as the twins. He spoiled them equally.
But god, was he ever ready to get rid of their Da the moment he received a text from the Monegasque with the words, “She’s pregnant.”
“Morning, Sainz, is your stupid teammate in the office?” Toto didn’t even listen to the Spanish man’s answer as he continued to make his way to Fred Vasseur’s in-site office at the Scuderia Ferrari area. “Charles Leclerc! I’ve warned you once—“
The Ferrari team principal turned to look at the entryway of his office with a scowl, crossing his arms in annoyance. Toto wasn’t even in his team’s area and he was still acting like he shouldn’t have to knock at the damn door. The man that he was addressing, however, was teary eyed when he turned to look at Toto.
“Is this your third or fourth?” Toto asked, still glaring at the Monegasque.
“Third,” Charles wanted to smile but the last thing he wanted to do was die in this damn motorhome. In the hands of Toto Wolff, of all people.
“And no ring?” Toto then found him holding whatever in his hand, peering down as his mouth opened slightly.
In Charles’ hand was a gold ring, ruby sitting on top of it as he clutched on it tightly. It wasn’t just a gold ring. From what Toto had learned, it was Aimee’s grandmother’s engagement ring.
“I was— proposing to her—“ Charles sobbed quietly, a smile now resting on his face as he begged himself not to ugly cry in front of the Mercedes team principal. “Then she said Herb and J were going to be big brothers. I was on my knees, Toto! I promise! I want to propose first but she just spewed that— oh god, I have three children now.” It didn’t even dawn on him that he was about to have three under five until he cut himself off.
Then he was just crying hysterically in the middle of the office with Carlos barging in frantically. “What the hell, Charles?! Are you okay?”
Toto smiled proudly at the Monegasque driver, clapping him on the back before he shrugged at Carlos Sainz and Fred. “Don’t worry about him,” Toto replied quietly to the other men, “he’s having his third child, that's all.”
Carlos and Fred were confused and scared. They weren’t sure if it was because of Charles’ breakdown on the floor of the Ferrari team principal’s office or if it was because of Toto’s calm demeanour. But regardless, if Toto said not to worry, then so be it.
Baby Boy Leclerc was written on his little hospital bassinet. But Toto got the first glimpse of his birth certificate.
Sacha Niki Pierre Philippe Leclerc.
Toto had no reason to be upset. He wasn’t. He was just as equally as annoyed at himself when he realized how overprotective he was when it came to Aimee - who, as of this point, had already given birth to her third baby. He had no reason to be protective especially when she was doing a damn good job at protecting her two children. Now, he had the chance to witness her protect Sacha — the boy that they named after Niki Lauda, who happened to be close to the Hearth sisters before he passed.
Like Tilly’s second pregnancy, Aimee and Charles welcomed their son to the world with wedding bands in their fingers. Pierre almost had a stroke watching Charles boast about his wife and their third son— but the final nail in the coffin had something to do with Sacha Leclerc having Pierre as a namesake. It wasn’t everyday Pierre got to pass out over such a small thing— but to be a namesake and named the godfather of the child? Yeah, Pierre Gasly would boast about him too.
Arriving back home was easy. However, according to the Leclerc children’s grid uncles, writing down the boy’s name into the banner (which said, “Welcome Baby Sacha Niki Pierre Phi—(with a gap) lippe”) was quite complicated. They had done a good job with the twins’ welcome banner two years ago, but according to them their handwriting got too sloppy.
Lando groaned quietly, “Don’t give them such a long name next time. Look at Max! His name is just Max.”
Max Verstappen reached for a balloon on the floor before hitting Lando with it, “It’s a Leclerc thing to give them six names, of course they have to have the long name.”
“Oi, don’t make fun of my name,” Charles called out from the kitchen, pouring his two boys some glasses of apple juice the toddlers babbled in protest against their Uncle Max’s response. “Even H and J aren’t happy with what you said. You’re not being kind to your own nephews the more you make fun of me.”
Pierre chuckled, sitting next to Aimee as she fed Sacha. The Frenchman said, “I’m so convinced that those two are Charles’ minis.”
“They are becoming more like their Da as days go on,” Aimee pulled her tank top’s strap back on and began to burp Sacha. “I’m so outnumbered as of this point.”
“Baby PJ’s going to be like his Oncle Pierre, I can tell you that much,” Pierre smugly said, reaching out to caress Sacha’s cheek as he said, “I’ll be his big mentor and I’ll make sure his Da doesn’t have much influence on him.”
“His name is Sacha, Pierre,” Aimee rolled her eyes. Pierre, from the moment he was told of Sacha’s full name, had decided that the baby’s nickname was PJ — or Pierre Junior. He hadn’t even held the baby yet when he walked in the room but he had already staked his claim and declared Sacha as a Mini Pierre. “And you said the same thing to Herb and Jules when you met them, look how they turned out. They’re so much like Charles.”
“We all have our trials and errors,” Pierre mumbled, “and you know what they say— third times a charm. Maybe PJ will be the same.”
2029 — Anthoine Charles Elio Perceval and Alain Marc Léonard Arthur Leclerc
“You have quite some swimmers,” Pierre cackled hysterically, slapping Charles in the chest as he tried to get his shit together instead of laughing at the fact that his best friend has five children under seven. He really couldn’t when he had to remind himself that Aimee had given birth to another set of twins just a day ago.
Charles began to curse at him in French, already exasperated after the long night that Aimee had. She had a labour that lasted longer than the previous pregnancies that she went through and it annoyed her more than it made things painful. Charles’ five year olds and his three year old son were fussing about not being around their mother for longer than two minutes and were already on the way to the hospital with their Mamé Pascale and Mamma Blanche, eager to meet their little brothers.
Pierre, Max, Lewis, and Mick were all standing in front of the glass window of the hospital nursery with Charles, eyes all trained on the twin boys that slept peacefully alongside other infants. Charles never wondered, but he was always surprised that Aimee was this strong to even give birth to five of their children— fuck that, she had given birth to five of his boys. He couldn’t even find himself to swear to his best friend when he was too busy loving the shit out of his newborn sons. His boys.
On the men’s left was Anthoine Charles Elio Perceval, whose personality was already showing by the way his resting face wrinkles to a scowl. Pierre couldn’t afford to cry over the tribute to their friend who passed years ago that all he did was laugh at his best friend’s experiences in fatherhood. He could just cry later on, the Frenchman told himself while he continued to pester Charles about his five sons.
Next to Anthoine’s bassinet was Alain Marc Léonard Arthur, whose soft smile had the men outside the nursery melting as he cooed softly and shifted around. Charles and the others could tell that out of the two of them, Alain would be the one to stop the Ferrari driver from ripping his hair out.
Anthoine would most likely give Charles a run for his money and raise hell with Hervé and Jules.
Alain would be the one to be as angelic as PJ — whose nickname stuck after Pierre continued to visit the boys every other week — and his mother Aimee, whose youthful glow remained despite entering her motherhood five years ago. Aimee wasn’t that outnumbered after all.
Max scoffed next to Pierre, “You wouldn’t be saying that if you hadn’t known anything about protection.”
“I’ve had practices,” Pierre winked at Max, making the Dutchman grimace. “Just no luck yet. It’s not as if I’m shaming Charles for it.”
“Five kids are better than none,” Lewis shrugged, still looking at the twins on the other side of the window. “How you’ve done it— fuckin’ beats me— but I sure as hell am jealous.”
“Never hurts to try for one more,” Charles chuckled. “You really think Lottie and Leland would be satisfied to have each other? It doesn’t really make a good playhouse squad.”
Lewis huffed, “They’ve already got your boys, Adelmo and Max’s Millie. I don’t think Steve would appreciate having to push out one more.”
“What about you, Max?” Mick joked before nudging the Dutchman with a smirk. “Opting for one more?”
“I’ve got a girl,” Max deadpanned, “and I’ve another one on the way. I’m not the kind to be greedy but I think Millia and Lila would make good big sisters to a little brother, don’t you think?”
“Are you two settling for the little girl’s name then?” Pierre asked. “Lila?”
“Poor Sylvie doesn’t even have a child named after her,” Mick laughed.
“She named our daughter Emilia,” Max defended himself, “I didn’t ask her to name the girl Emilia. She just said it’s too damn pretty.”
“Besides, Max isn’t really known for giving things good names,” Lewis teased. “Last I checked he wanted to call Emilia ‘Jane’.”
“Fuck off, Sylvie loves Jane Austen,” Max scoffed, shoving Lewis slightly when the British man laughed. “Besides, her name would have been Blue or something.”
“All jokes aside,” Lewis paused before clapping Charles on the back. “I’m pumped to see your bunch hanging out with their cousins. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“Four months,” Max murmured. “It’s been four months for all of us.”
“I know,” Charles rolled his eyes. “H and Jules are looking forward to the Australian GP— they’ve been wanting to wreak havoc in the paddock since Abu Dhabi.”
“Those kids of yours need to lose that energy,” Pierre chuckled. “Have you ever taken them for a walk?”
“I always take them out for a walk,” Charles muttered. They just have a bad habit of running away from their Da. All the freaking time.
Speaking of.
“Da!”
“Look at those little devils go,” Pierre and the other men turned to the direction of the sound of running feet, hoisting little PJ up in his arms while the eldest Leclerc children ran towards their father, who had immediately lifted them up and pressed a kiss on their cheeks.
“Where are they? Where are they?” Hervé and Jules tried to keep their voices down, as they were told by their Mamé before they entered the hospital— begging their dad to show them the newborn babies as he pointed through the window.
“Oncle P,” Sacha reached for his godfather’s scruffy face as he murmured, “où est Maman?” Where’s mom?
“Elle dort comme un bébé,” She’s sleeping like a baby. Pierre whispered to the boy, now pointing to the babies as he continued, “Like your little brothers.”
“Mm? Mais il ne dort pas,” But he’s not sleeping. Sacha pointed at the baby to the right. “He’s no sleeping?”
“He looks like you, Da. Look,” Jules pointed and said in awe while grinned at his father. “And he does too!”
“He’s like me and Jules!” Hervé exclaimed in amusement. “They look the same, Da!”
“Yes they do,” Charles grinned, “because they’re like you two. Twins!”
“How come I don’t have twin?” Sacha asked, slumping against his Oncle Pierre. Max and Lewis turned to the boy and offered him a soft smile.
Mick then reached out, “It’s better that you don’t,” he joked, “you’re one of a kind, little PJ.”
“But he won’t have any driving partner for Ferrari?” Hervé protested in annoyance. Charles laughed at this. His sons were born to be Ferrari drivers, said once by Sebastian Vettel. They were born to a Ferrari driving father and a mother who worked for McLaren. Even the amount of papaya outfit never stopped the Leclerc children from aspiring to become the Prancing Horse’s next generation of drivers.
All but one. Sacha turned to look at his eldest brothers and said, “Me and L’land are driving for Mercedes!”
“No! You’re driving for ‘Rari, ‘member, PJ?”
“Mummy said I can drive for anyone,” Sacha pulled himself away from Pierre’s chest for a second to cross his arms, pouting at his eldest brothers. “I wan’ drive for ‘Cedes!”
Lewis looked at Charles with approval all over his face, obviously cocky at the statement made by the three year old.
“You don’t want to drive for Alpine like your Oncle P?” Pierre asked, goading his godson into joining his team.
“Hm, maybe! But I wanna be like Uncle Lew and Da!”
“Mon chou, you are like Da,” Charles grinned widely. “You and your brothers are mini Charles.”
Seeing his sons now — the two that he held in his arms, the toddler that Pierre had on his own pair and the other two that were just born yesterday — had him thinking about the importance of their names and their existence. Charles didn’t seem to think of himself as someone so sentimental, but his life with Aimee seemed to change his viewpoint. He valued his family more than he did before.
He didn’t care much about carrying the family name as long as he could remember where his sons’ names came from.
If his eldest asked, he was more than willing to tell them a story about how Hervé and Jules got their names from their late grandpa and uncle. If PJ asked, then Charles and Aimee would sit him down to tell the boy about Aimee’s Uncle Niki and great grandfather Philip Hearth. And someday when his youngest grew curious, he’d tell them all about Charles’ good friend Anthoine and a French driving legend named Alain Prost.
He’d sit them all down to let them know about the people that he and Aimee loved and how they loved to keep their memories alive through the boys.
But for now, Charles Leclerc was quite content with nurturing his boys with his wife. He was only looking forward to caring for Aimee Leclerc and their children. Then maybe someday, the Leclerc bunch would grow to care for their mother too.
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You Can Trust Me
Derek Hale x Fem!reader
Other Characters: Kate Argent, Scott, Malia, Stiles (mentioned), Lydia (mentioned), Braeden (mentioned)
Warnings: slight spoilers for s4ep1&2, cannon level violence (though nothing too graphic at all)
Summary: When Derek gets turned back into his younger self, she promises he can trust her.
Word count: 2594
Scott, Stiles, and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. I moved into town when I was just 10 years old, instantly becoming friends with the two. That’s how I met Derek Hale, and how our crazy involvement with the supernatural began.
Derek and I had a different relationship than the rest of the pack. He would often keep me in the loft if the current threat ever got too close, opting to have Peter stay back and keep an eye on me instead of allowing me to help like Stiles. For the last few years, the crush I had on Derek only grew stronger and Lydia was the first to call me out on it. When we were sitting in the loft for one of our pack meetings, she had noticed how I tuned Scott out as he talked but instantly focused on Derek when he spoke. She had nudged my side, making my cheeks burn pink, and later took me out for dinner to talk about what she saw.
We talked at the diner for more than two hours about my crush, going into detail on everything that she could get from me. I had her sworn to secrecy to not tell anyone for fear that he would completely reject me.
So, while broken down on the side of a road in Mexico, she had stuck to my side in an attempt to keep me calm. Stiles was busy fixing his Jeep, Malia and Kira keeping watch on the sand around us, while Lydia and I tried to attempt helping Stiles. Scott had gone off with a woman named Brayden in search of Derek, promising to be back by morning.
I spent the night sitting on the ground by the front tire of Roscoe, Stiles’ jeep. Lydia kept sending glances my way all night, but I ignored her until I was able to see the motorcycle coming back down the road just after sunrise.
Scott had jumped off to grab my arms, pulling me off to the side. “Hey, he’s alright, but something happened in that church. Derek, he’s different.”
“What do you mean?” I tried pulling away only for Scott to stop me. “What happened?”
“I don’t know what happened.” Scott shrugged. “Something changed him, made him younger.”
I spent the entire ride home in the back of Stiles’ jeep, worrying over Derek and wondering why he wasn’t waking up. Once we got back, we went to Deaton’s office first. Scott had called ahead, letting the doctor know about our situation and to see if there was anything he could do to help. Once we got Derek inside and laid on the exam table, everyone watched as Deaton worked for a few minutes on checking for anything unusual, and once coming up empty handed, he sent everyone home for school in a few hours.
“Someone should stay here with him.” Scott mumbled to the group as we turned to leave.
“I think it should be Y/N.” Lydia said, stopping in her tracks.
“What?” I looked up at her. “Why me?” My cheeks were stained a soft pink.
“Out of all of us, you and Derek were closest. And he trusts you the most.” She explained. “When he wakes up, I’m sure he’s going to be confused. You’ll be the only face he’d want to see.” Everyone seemed to agree with her, so they headed out to gather their things for school while I went back into the exam room to join Deaton.
It seemed like hours passed since my friends had left. Deaton had continued to check on Derek when he needed breaks from his paperwork in his office. I had sat myself down in one of the plastic chairs, pulled up beside the table, my arms crossed on the metal surface with my head resting on them. My phone would occasionally go off with a text message, one of the pack members checking in, but there was never much to say other than a finger twitch or a deeper breath than I had been listening to all day.
Deaton had come back in yet again to check on Derek, but this time, the young wolf’s eyes snapped open, his body launching up into a seated position. The doctor had been fast enough to grab my arms and yank me back before I was swiped at by a clawed hand. The boy’s eyes softened ever so slightly when he got a look at our faces and heard our racing heartbeats, but it wasn’t long before he was running out of the clinic.
Stiles and Scott were able to get Derek from the police station hours after he ran from the clinic, the three of us headed towards Scott’s house. Scott’s phone buzzed in his pocked and he told us how he had to go take care of something, leaving Stiles and I alone with Derek.
Derek had seemed apprehensive about following Stiles into the McCall house, but a soft smile and a few encouraging words from me and helped him follow us inside. “Scott?” An older male’s voice called from the kitchen.
Stiles and I shared a worried look, and before we could turn around and get out, Scott’s father showed up in the doorway with a paper bag held in his hand. “Um, hi.” I greeted, offering a slightly awkward wave.
“Stiles. Y/N.” Mr. McCall nodded to us. “Who’s your friend?”
My eyes flashed to Derek, trying to think of a believable excuse. “He’s my cousin.” Stiles blurted out, wrapping an arm around Derek’s shoulders. “My cousin Miguel.” Both Derek and I looked to Stiles to see if he was serious or not, and to our horror, he was completely serious.
We were all quickly pulled into the worst dinner of our lives. Scotts father continuously asked Derek questions, obviously seeing right through Stiles’s lie, but Derek was able to play along. I ate a little food before excusing myself and heading up to Scott’s room, wanting to call him and warn him of his father being home.
I barely managed to send the text before the door was being pushed open. “Y/N?” I recognized Derek’s voice as he called out, not wanting to startle me.
“Yeah, come in.” I smiled at the Hale boy, sliding my phone into my back pocket, and sitting down on Scott’s bed. “How are you holding up?” I asked him as he sat down beside me, leaving more space than usual between us.
Derek shrugged. “It’s all so confusing.”
“Is there anything I can try to help with?” I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders again. “I don’t even know what to ask. I mean, you three look at me like you know who I am, but I’ve got no idea who you are.”
A deep sigh left my nose as I adjusted, pulling my legs up under me and turning to face him. “You’re Derek Hale. You’ve helped us through a lot recently, taught all of us a lot of things about the supernatural world.” His dark eyes lifted up to watch me. “You’ve saved all of us too many times to count. It’s been a hard few years for all of us.”
“If I’m going to be honest, I’m a little scared.” His voice dropped to a whisper, almost like he didn’t want anyone hearing his confession. “I woke up in a strange place, surrounded by strange people, in a city that doesn’t even have my home, and no one will tell me what happened. I don’t know who to trust.”
My fingers twitched together nervously. “I know how scary that must be, but I can tell you one thing. You can trust me. It’s gotta be weird having people know you without you knowing them, but we are actually really good friends. You’ve watched out for me since we met. Let me help watch out for you until we can figure out how to help you.”
“I can trust you.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, more so a way for himself to finally believe it.
The window creaked from behind Derek, alerting both of us. Derek’s arm had crossed protectively over me as he turned to look for the cause of the sound, something he did normally that was showing through his younger self. “Kate?” Derek’s eyes adjusted to the dark of the night faster than mine, but I was able to see her climbing through the window.
“Hey, handsome.” She greeted with a smile. “Been a long time.” Right, Peter killed her, or so we had thought. “Longer than you think.” Her eyes flashed back to me as both Derek and I stood from the bed, my feet automatically drifting closer to Derek’s side. “Aww, little Y/N, still playing shadow?” She taunted, a sick smile on her face before she came closer.
Derek didn’t tense up like he typically does. Instead, he stayed pretty relaxed, making me think that younger Derek had known Kate better than I thought he did. “Derek.” I shrunk closer to him as she got closer to me, not trusting Kate at all after what Peter had done to her.
His hand flexed at his side a little, like he wanted to do something but couldn’t think of why or what to do. “Still scared hun?” Kate stalked closer, ultimately putting herself between Derek and me. “He doesn’t even know you sweetheart.” As she continued to draw closer and closer in the dark room, I had taken steps back, trying to keep as much space between her and I as I could. “He knows me. He can trust me.” My heart started to race, images of her clawed hand swiping at my throat flashing through my head, eyes frantically flickering between her and Derek as I backed up.
In a blur, one of her hands had enclosed around my throat, holding me still and putting just enough pressure to where I was uncomfortable. “Kate, please. Let me go.” My hands reached up to try prying at her fingers, but I was no match for her newfound strength.
“Kate.” Derek’s voice growled out from behind her in a warning. “Let her go.”
A sick smile crossed her face. “If you say so.” Her hand slipped from my throat and just a second after my eyes met Derek’s, she had kicked her boot into my chest and send me stumbling back into Scott’s adjoining bathroom. The door slammed shut and I could hear something being pressed against the outside of the door.
“No.” I scrambled into my knees. “Derek!” I call, banging on the door. “Kate, let me out.” I could hear muffled voices of her and Derek going back and forth, a little worry in the boy’s voice as he said my name. “Derek don’t listen to her. Don’t go anywhere with her. You can’t trust her.”
Minutes of silence passed by before whatever was leaned against the door was pulled away and the door swung open. Stiles stood on the other side, phone pressed to his ear. I rushed out of the room, frantically looking around for Derek, but the still open window confirmed my worry. “Calm down.” Stiles tried.
“Kate took him.” I looked back at Stiles. “Kate took Derek. Ask Scott where she would take him.” My hands grabbed the keys to Stiles’s jeep from his hands before I raced down the stairs and out to the car. I jumped into the passenger seat as Stiles came chasing after me, getting into the already running car and heading towards the school.
He managed to pull up quick enough, letting me jump out and meet Scott and Malia while he went off to delay Scott’s dad. “Hey, calm down.” Scott pressed his hands to my shoulders.
“Kate took him and somehow managed to age him back, before kidnapping him, again. I can’t stay calm Scott. What if she kills him?”
“I don’t think that’s what she’s going to do.”
“Scott.” Malia called from the stairs going up to the second floor of the school. “Scott, what’s that smell?”
Chris Argent had told me stories of some of the supernatural beings he had faced in the past. I tried to check up on him as much as I could after Allison died. I didn’t have a father myself and I had seen him as a fatherly figure since Allison and I had become friends. This creature though, he didn’t have a lot to say on it, other than the fact that they were pretty much soulless creatures that were practically invincible. Berserkers seemed to scare the older Argent man, and so they scared me. I never thought I’d face one, let alone be running from one as my friends battled the other.
I had managed to put enough distance between myself and the one chasing me, but the one that Malia and Scott had been focused on caught me by surprise. It’s thick, bone covered hand swept out just as I was running past, sending me flying across the school floor and sliding up against the lockers in a corner not far from my friends.
Both of the berserkers faces locked on me, slowly creeping closer. “Scott!” I shouted, cowering as far as I could into the corner of lockers. “Scott!” Before any of their hands were able to grab at me, a large shadow managed to knock both away from me. The berserkers went after the shadow, giving Scott and Malia enough time to come to my sides and pull me to my feet.
Once the shadow was able to scare off the berserkers, it stood to it’s full height and turned to face us. Derek, as we knew him, stood in front of us, panting slightly from the fight and running all the way up to us. “Derek?” Scott was the first to ask, holding onto my shoulder.
His eyes locked on my face, and with a subtle nod, I was running across the hall over to him. Derek’s arms wrapped tightly around my waist as I threw my arms around his shoulders. He was back, after months of wondering what happened to him and the past few hours trying to convince him that we were friends, he was back.
“Are you ok?” I asked as I took a step back. “What happened to you?”
“Kate broke into the loft and shot me with wolfsbane. I don’t remember much after that.” His hands had yet to leave my waist as his head came to rest against mine. “All I remember is that I can trust you. I did, I do trust you.”
A breathy laugh escaped my nose as he tipped his head down to press his lips against mine softly. My fingers drifted from his shoulders to his hair, pulling him closer to me. His hands tightened their hold around my waist, slowly wrapping his arms around me completely.
A cough pulled the two of us apart, my cheeks flushed a bright pink as I glanced up into his eyes. “Guys.” Scott spoke, his feet shuffling loudly against the hall floors. “We should probably get out of here.”
“Go.” Derek told him. “We’re right behind you.” I could faintly hear Scott and Malia walk down the stairs, back towards the front of the school. “Come with me.” Derek didn’t ask, seemingly already knowing my answer when I linked my hand tightly in his. “You can trust me.”
A bright smile covered my face. “And you can trust me.”
@thetallassgirl @hallecarey1
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I feel like there are so many good mbmbam bits that get sidelined by the popular shrimp heaven now and a whole lemon and stuff. why is no one making graphics about "hey. spider on your dick." or tit liquid. or dunkey the basketball playing donkey. or mama freddie's turbo spaghetti. where's the love for roscoe the potato man. why is no one lip syncing to the gambler by kenny rogers being a walk-through for video games always ending with "die in your sleep"??
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WE HAVE THE WINNERS OF THE COMEBACK ROUND!
Congrats Sherb (34 votes), Audie (28 votes) and Ketchup (27 votes)! Hopefully your second chance treats you better than your first chance did.
As for Flora's tie, 56.9% of you voted not to bring her back for round 4. Sorry Flora.
We're now down to a small enough number of villagers that we can get the graphic going. Sherb, Audie and Ketchup are marked with a star to indicate that they were the comeback winners. Round 4 starts April 18th.
Runners up:
Ruby 20
Gayle 19
Raymond 19
Tia 19
Marshal 18
Wolfgang 16
Bluebear 13
Lily 13
Tex 13
Carmen (rabbit) 12
Peewee 11
The rest of the pack:
10 votes:
Eunice
Raddle
9 votes:
Drago
Flora
Hamphrey
Kid Cat
Mitzi
Static
Teddy
Zell
8 votes:
Bam
Scoot
7 votes:
Biskit
Drift
Kabuki
Melba
Stella
6 votes:
Erik
Gala
Gaston
Katt
Meow
Peanut
Skye
Tabby
Tom
5 votes:
Amelia
Apple
Big Top
Cece
Deirdre
Dobie
Goose
Groucho
Hippeux
Lobo
Walt
Woolio
4 votes:
Alfonso
Aurora
Beardo
Benjamin
Bill
Boots
Chief
Cube
Eugene
Freckles
Joey
Julia
Merry
Moose
Pate
Purrl
Sprocket
Tad
3 votes:
Agent S
Bella
Biff
Chadder
Chai
Charlise
Claudia
Coach
Curt
Del
Dotty
Egbert
Étoile
Filbert
Hans
Henry
Lucy
Maggie
Moe
Monique
Nan
O'Hare
Olaf
Paolo
Phoebe
Rodney
Rolf
Rudy
Savannah
Shep
Stu
Tammy
Tiansheng
Walker
Wart Jr.
Willow
2 votes:
Alice
Anabelle
Analog
Anicotti
Antonio
Bea
Bonbon
Bruce
Buck
Celia
Cheri
Chrissy
Cleo
Derwin
Diva
Felicity
Flip
Francine
Genji
Hopkins
Kidd
Margie
Pekoe
Pinky
Puck
Rasher
Ribbot
Rowan
Snake
Sterling
Stinky
Tutu
Viché
1 vote:
Admiral
Angus
Annalise
Avery
Axel
Baabara
Bettina
Billy
Bitty
Bow
Bud
Buzz
Camofrog
Canberra
Carrie
Chelsea
Chester
Claude
Cyrano
Cole
Cookie
Deena
Deli
Dizzy
Dora
Ed
Elmer
Elvis
Faith
Flo
Flurry
Frank
Frett
Friga
Fruity
Gabi
Gigi
Gladys
Gonzo
Gruff
Harry
Iggly
Jacques
Judy
Kody
Lionel
Lulu (anteater)
Lyman
Maelle
Marcel
Megan
Midge
Mira
Nana
Naomi
Nibbles
Nosegay
Octavian
Olive
Opal
Peaches
Pecan
Penelope
Phil
Pierre
Quillson
Renée
Rooney
Roscoe
Roswell
Rio
Rocket
Rod
Shari
Spork/Crackle
Tank
Tasha
Twiggy
Tybalt
Ursala
Wade
Weber
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Vintage 1981 Warner Brothers (c) "General L" 1969 Dodge Charger R/T by Ertl 1/18scale
Lost cause? Not if I have anything to say about it, Darling!
I recently purchased this on Ebay for parts for a Dodge Daytona restoration. But the seller of that car included the dash that I needed, so I was stuck with this paperweight. I already have a mint condition General model (Don't at me over the flag, you will be ignored or blocked.)
I think the pictures speak for themselves. This car is F(family friendly show)... messed up.
Baby Steps- I added a new steering wheel and tightened some screws on the door hinges. I have acquired another broken Dodge Charger for the replacement of the mirror, front grill and rear tail lamps. As well as a new proper steering wheel and column.
It has a new chassis and four wheels that are NOT the Vector racing rims that this car has now. But I can't work with three.
I'll be leaving the dirt shown in the interior. I like the weathered look.
This will be on going restoration effort. I will likely never see it fully restored. I'm not going to try to repaint or add decals over the original graphics (again, don't at me!). I kinna like the look of a "General" that jumped one too many of Rosco's Sheriff cars.
Look how happy he is! *happy Sheriff Rosco noises*
RIP Jimmy Best <3
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A Different Kind Of Breed
Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51972595
by Erotica_Addict91
Beacon Hills and the rest of the world has been taken over by Werewolves, the humans never stood a chance as packs of Alpha's and Beta's alike took charge. Within a few months of taking over, Derek Hale regains his Alpha powers once again, desperately trying to find out what happened to Stiles Stilinski. Humans were viewed as property, families torn apart and moved around with no remorse. Derek spends months trying to find him, coming back empty and defeated. When he returns home to Beacon Hills everything changes, where's Stiles? Will Derek be able to handle this new world?
Words: 3610, Chapters: 1/55, Language: English
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Roscoe | Stiles Stilinski's Jeep, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Peter Hale, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Danny Māhealani, Aiden (Teen Wolf), Ethan (Teen Wolf), Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Melissa McCall, Chris Argent
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey/Stiles Stilinski, Liam Dunbar/Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski/Original Female Character(s), Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Original Female Character(s), Derek Hale/Scott McCall, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore, Aiden/Stiles Stilinski, Ethan/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Melissa McCall, Derek Hale/Sheriff Stilinski
Additional Tags: Slavery, Sexual Slavery, Explicit Sexual Content, Light BDSM, Light Bondage, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape, Non-Consensual Touching, Forced Orgasm, Forced Masturbation, Forced Ejaculation, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Making Out, French Kissing, Licking, Nipple Licking, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Fingering, Rimming, Anal Play, Anal Plug, Anal Sex, Rough Kissing, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Werewolf Sex, Werewolf Culture, Master/Slave, Dom/sub, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Derek Hale's Wolf Loves Stiles Stilinski, First Time, First Time Blow Jobs, Blow Jobs, Marking, Scent Marking, Public Nudity, Public Blow Jobs, Public Hand Jobs
Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51972595
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Welcome to My MBAV fan blog! I'm Anakin, 20, and use all pronouns.
I recommend checking out this blogs desktop theme for a better experience! I run a MBAV website on neocities with fan graphics and behind the scenes pics!
I make gifs #Bettys Gifs and videos #Bettys videos
I have a large Queue that posts 4 times a day for things like, #Artifacts {dated fandom posts} and older fanart & gifs.
Please Note: I have dyslexia so I make a lot of typos/grammar errors, please don't make fun of them but feel free to correct me.
Please Dont: add tags to my post complaining about a ship i'm appreciating "I dont ship them but-" is annoying to get in my notifications! make your own post or don't reblog mine!
[IMPORTANT INFO] why i don't support Atticus Mitchell
Tag List under the cut:
Main Tags: #Gifs | #Videos | #Cast pictures | #Memes | #Related | #Screenshots | #Fanart | #Fanfics | #Talk | #Behind The Scenes | #HeadCanons | #Interviews
Characters: #Ethan Morgan | #Sarah Fox | #Betty Weir | #Erica Jones | #Rory Keaner
Outfits: #Ethans fits | #Ericas Fits | More coming soon...
Ships: #Etharah | #Bethan | #Betharah | #Serica (effort to tag ships is new sorry theirs no rarepairs yet!)
Actors: #Matthew Knight | #Vanessa Morgan | #Cameron Kennedy | #Kate Todd
Matthew Knight in #The Good Witch | #Skating to New York | #Gooby | #Christmas in Wonderland | #A Heartland Christmas | #Cartoon Gene | #Flashpoint | #R.L. Stine's The Haunting Hour | #Finn on the Fly
Vanessa Morgan in #The Latest Buzz | #Riverdale | #Finding Carter
Kate Todd in #Life with Derek | #Grizzly Rage | #Radio Free Roscoe
Cameron Kennedy in #Life with Boys | #Jesus Henry Christ | #Where Do We Go From Here
Fandom Events: {Holiday Gift Exchange}, {Serica Week 2023}, {Etharah Week 2023}, {Rory Week 2023}
❥ Thanks for reading!!
#and i made all graphics in this post -the dividers#gif warning#blinkies 2-3 were made using blinkies.cafe#flashing#flashing lights
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Just thinking maybe my brother told me about Blind Blake for a reason. Thinking about him lying in that morgue. Thinking I'm supposed to do something about it. Like what? I guess I'll find everybody responsible, and kill every last one of them.
Reacher 1x01.
#reacher#reacheredit#jack reacher#alan ritchson#oscar finlay#roscoe conklin#willa fitzgerald#malcolm goodwin#harvey guillen#ellelan#ellelan's graphics#so i am obsessed with this show#i am sure some of you noticed lol#seriously tho#i haven't seen a good murder mystery in a while#that is well written acted directed and edited and also fun#highly recommend#so yeah i am gonna do some edits
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₊˚⊹♡ Introduction! ♡⊹˚₊
˗ˏˋ ♡ Welcome to The Blanket Fort! ♡ ˎˊ˗
! This is a SFW space, but I ask that only adults message me !
✦ This blog was created in response to common trends in online regression spaces that didn't match my own desires for safe online regression spaces.
✦ This blog is welcoming to regressors who identify as proship/profic, AB/DL, cg/l, ageplayers, babyfurs, littles, middles, SFW creator/enthusiast, NSFW creator/enthusiast, pet regressors, petplayers, otherkin, religious, nonreligious, DID systems, nonbinary-nonconventional/cultural/personal genders + sexualities + relationships.
✦ This blog is pro-k!nk, inclusive to all LGBTQ individuals including questioning and those who do not identify with the LGBTQ community, supportive and attentive to mental health, suitable for caregivers and regressors, leftist, aiming towards a healthier relationship with technology and social media, and has the goal of facilitating a positive, healing and helping space online in the hopes of passing the love on.
✦ DNIs are not present/minimally present here in an attempt to reduce the repetitive exposure to triggering phrases that trouble regressed individuals.
Hello!
The fursona of this blog is a deer named Roscoe!
Big age: 21
Little age: undetermined, little + middle, 1-17(?)
Pronouns: He/they
TAGS:
#shows - tv, streaming, etc. programs of audio-visual nature
#big bleats - non-regressed blog admin typing
#baby bleats - regressed blog admin typing
#writing - posts that are focused on the written word
#images - visual, graphic, pictorial posts
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//🐲❤️Reignited Elder Dragon/ Dragonesses Romantic Orientation Headcanons
Sexuality ≠ Romantic Orientation. My thoughts regarding the romantic alignments of the Elder Dragons from the Spyro Reignited Trilogy.
TW: None
🎨Artisans:
Alban: Aromantic
Alvar: Heteroromantic
Argus: Sapioromantic
Astor: Homoromantic
Darius: Hyperromantic
Delbin: Amicusromantic
Devlin: Hyporomantic
Gavin: Implaromantic
Gildas: Panromantic
Lindar: Frayromantic
Nestor: Demiromantic
Nevin: Apothiromantic
Nils: Fictoromantic
Oswin: Biromantic
Thor: Amid
Tomas: Quoiromantic
🛡️Peace Keepers:
Andor: Acoromantic
Asher: Cupioromantic
Boris: Quoiromantic
Conan: Polyromantic
Enzo: Polarromantic
Gunnar: Demiromantic
Halvor: Biromantic
Ivor: Aromantic
Magnus: Omniromantic
Marco: Heteroromantic
Maximos: Androromantic
Ragnar: Hyporomantic
Titan: Sapioromantic
Todor: Idemromantic
Trondo: Gyneromantic
Ulric: Homoromantic
✨️Magic Crafters
Ajax: Ceteroromantic
Altair: Heteroromantic
Boldar: Gyneromantic
Cedric: Homoromantic
Cosmos: Demiromantic
Cyrus: Biromantic
Eldrid: Panromantic
Hexus: Grayromantic
Jarvis: Noviromantic
Kelvin: Heteroromantic
Lucas: Biromantic
Zander: Placioromantic
Zane: Quasiromantic
Zantor: Recipromantic
🌺Beast Makers
Bruno: Heteroromantic
Bubba: Biromantic
Claude: Demiromantic
Cleetus: Post Rubor
Cyprin: Panromantic
Damon: Hyporomantic
Isaak: Polyromantic
Jed: Burstromantic
Lyle: Gyneromantic
Rosco: Acoromantic
(Bonus) Red: Autoromantic
Sadiki: Apresromantic
Zeke: Hostiamantic
🌌Dream Weavers
Apara: Burstromantic
Azizi: Biromantic
Bakari: Amicusromantic
Baruti: Omniromantic
Copano: Homoromantic
Kasiya: Acemid
Kosoko: Abroromantic
Lateef: Panromantic
Lutalo: Biromantic
Mazi: Apothiromantic
Mudada: Homoromantic
Obasi: Akoiromantic
Revilo: Apathromantic
Unika: Duraromantic
Useni: Ceteroromantic
Zikomo: Heteroromantic
♀️Dragonesses:
Cho Lei: Biromantic
Brigid: Homoromantic
Kaitlin: Aromantic
Mrs. Funderlic: Arospike
Nanny: Heteroromantic
Heavily inspired to do this because of @Ben l'hyéne's headcanons and my own personal thoughts on the matter, but I'm leaving the sexual orientation up to the readers. I suppose in this context they would all be asexual as many of my sources were aroace spectrum support websites. Also, I would love to hear other interpretations of the dragons' romantic orientation.
Divider by @firefly-graphics
#romance headcanons#romantic headcanons#artisans#peace keepers#magic crafters#beast makers#dream weaver#spyro headcanons#spyro reignited trilogy#romantic orientation#elder dragon#flame the dragon#cynder the dragon#spyro the dragon#ember the dragon#my opinion#elder dragons
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A Different Kind Of Breed
https://archiveofourown.org/works/51972595
by Erotica_Addict91
Beacon Hills and the rest of the world has been taken over by Werewolves, the humans never stood a chance as packs of Alpha's and Beta's alike took charge. Within a few months of taking over, Derek Hale regains his Alpha powers once again, desperately trying to find out what happened to Stiles Stilinski. Humans were viewed as property, families torn apart and moved around with no remorse. Derek spends months trying to find him, coming back empty and defeated. When he returns home to Beacon Hills everything changes, where's Stiles? Will Derek be able to handle this new world?
Words: 3610, Chapters: 1/55, Language: English
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Roscoe | Stiles Stilinski's Jeep, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Peter Hale, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Danny Māhealani, Aiden (Teen Wolf), Ethan (Teen Wolf), Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Melissa McCall, Chris Argent
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey/Stiles Stilinski, Liam Dunbar/Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski/Original Female Character(s), Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Original Female Character(s), Derek Hale/Scott McCall, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore, Aiden/Stiles Stilinski, Ethan/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Melissa McCall, Derek Hale/Sheriff Stilinski
Additional Tags: Slavery, Sexual Slavery, Explicit Sexual Content, Light BDSM, Light Bondage, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape, Non-Consensual Touching, Forced Orgasm, Forced Masturbation, Forced Ejaculation, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Making Out, French Kissing, Licking, Nipple Licking, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Fingering, Rimming, Anal Play, Anal Plug, Anal Sex, Rough Kissing, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Werewolf Sex, Werewolf Culture, Master/Slave, Dom/sub, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Derek Hale's Wolf Loves Stiles Stilinski, First Time, First Time Blow Jobs, Blow Jobs, Marking, Scent Marking, Public Nudity, Public Blow Jobs, Public Hand Jobs
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51972595
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10 facts about your characters.
Nick back and Riley in your fan fic au
Oooo yes
Nick
The most emotional of the group, but also the one who knows his emotions the best. Wears his emotions on his sleeve
He really enjoys singing and has a really pretty voice. Can and will sing through entire musicals by himself
He is the tallest of the puppets, but that doesn’t mean he is tall by human standards. He is 142 cm or 4.6 feet. Teases Riley a lot for being the shortest of the Handeemen
Wears clothes if they are fashionable and comfortable, he does not care about if they are more masculine or feminine
His favorite tea is mint tea. Other favorites are various fruit tea. The only coffee he would tolerate is iced with a lot of sugar
Really wants to display his art (paintings, statues, etc) where a lot of people can see it, but is actually terrified of people disliking his work. He is very much a perfectionist, and when he starts a project it takes a lot for him to actually drop it if he isn’t happy with it
Time blurred a lot for him, so he has little reference about how long they have been alive, or even how long it goes in between people checking on him or him checking up on the others
The one of the Handeemen who would grasp social media the quickest, surprisingly for them all he is the one who understands technology the best
Had very little interaction with Scout, and only met her on her second host as she tried to flee an angry Riley. He was cold towards her, having been interrupted in his work, but let her continue her escape from Riley
Longs for freedom above all, but is also content with living as is. For him, safety is the most important thing. The studio provides it from the outside world, even if it doesn’t protect from Ennioch, so he is fine with being there a little longer
Riley
She is a night owl, working best when it’s dark outside. Sure, her sleep schedule is fucked up, but it’s quiet enough for her during the night
Loves stars, galaxies, and anything astronomy. As the only one leaving the studio for longer periods of time, she will admit that some of that time is just used to looking at the stars until Ennioch has enough and forces her back to the studio. Really wants to create her own starmap one day, and see aurora borealis
Her damage is the most severe of all the Handeemen, especially her mouth. She isn’t quite sure herself what Pierson did to damage it (I’m gonna write either a one-shot or a flashback for when he was there), but it hurt a lot. She struggled to talk for a while, the pain being too much, and while she didn’t let the others see the injury, Nick made her the mask she uses
Loves coffee, and drinks it without sugar or milk when she can. Not a big fan of tea (and stops drinking the sorry excuse of tea they have after a while), but joins the tea parties whenever possible
While she doesn’t really hate Scout, she dislikes her, and a big factor of that is jealousy. Scout managed to defy Ennioch, somehow convinced Mortimer to let her have a second and third chance, and then escaped to live what Riley can only assume is a good life? Yeah, she’s jealous, but will never ever admit it
Loves comfy clothing and weird graphic t-shirts, and would probably live and die in an oversized hoodie if she could. At the studio, her clothing options are limited, and not very comfortable, which she blames on Owen. She blames a lot of her problems on Owen
Doesn’t like sugar or sweet stuff, she prefers sour or bitter tastes whenever eating or drinking. Not the biggest fan of food in general, but has conducted experiments with what puppets can eat. Food or drinks usually disappear magically and gives them energy, but it isn’t needed. She did eat expired food once tho, and decided she was never doing a food experiment with what they had in the studio ever again
Not a fan of jewelry, but likes pins, both science-themed and dog-themed
Adores Rosco, her best boy, and dearest companion. Can and will pick Rosco over everyone else, no matter the reason. On the show, he was supposed to be her therapy dog for her anxiety (yes she has built-in anxiety, thanks for that Owen), but the network wouldn’t allow it, so he just became a big goofball instead
Likes heartbeats. She prefers when there is a steady and normal rhythm, but she also (with Ennioch’s influence) thinks it’s fascinating how a host’s heart starts racing when she experiments with them. Puppets do not have hearts or heartbeats, but she sometimes feels it like a phantom limb, and when it happens it terrifies her. When living with Bee (and after she became more comfortable with being there), she likes resting her head on Bee’s chest to listen to her heartbeat, a reminder that she and the others are alive
Thanks for the ask ^^
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Meet the Grid Day 2/21: Sir Lewis Hamilton! The undisputed GOAT and proud dog dad who's changed the game for good. 👑
Alt text and sources below the cut!
Alt text: Two informational graphics about racing driver Lewis Hamilton. The background/border is a grayscale photo of him driving in a Formula 1 race. A teal overlay is semi-opaque on top, overlaid with dark gray and white text and colorful images.
Image 1 reads “Lewis Hamilton, #44, HAM” next to a headshot of him with a purple heart and crown emoji, his signature, and the Mercedes logo, then “About: Born Lewis Carl Davidson Hamilton (now Sir) on January 7, 1985 (Age 37, Capricorn) in Stevenage, England, U.K. Joined McLaren while karting in 1998 and rose through their Young Driver Programme. Now the winningest and most decorated Formula 1 driver in history and a Knight Bachelor of the United Kingdom (as of 2021). 2022 teammate: George Russell at Mercedes (Teammates for 1 season).” Next to this text is a U.K. flag emoji, a map of where he’s from in England, and a photo of Lewis and George.
Image 2 reads “Facts and Stats: Hamilton has an English bulldog named Roscoe who is also vegan and can skateboard. He is the first and only Black driver in F1 and has been a consistent voice for equity and diversity. His favorite color is red (the word “red” is written in red). F1 career: 188 podiums, 103 poles, 103 wins, 4311.5 points, 7x WDC (2008, 2014-15, 2017-20), and 301 starts. 2022 so far: 6 podiums, 0 poles, 0 wins, and 146 points (6th in WDC). Future plans: Staying with Mercedes through the 2023 season (at least).” Next to this text is a photo of Roscoe in a doggy-sized Denver Broncos jersey, an emoji of two hands clasping each other, and the 2022 Mercedes car livery.
Biographical information and racing records from Wikipedia (Double-checked for accuracy, but if you notice anything wrong, let me know!)
Additional race stats from statsf1.com
Source for Hamilton becoming the winningest F1 driver in history (breaking Michael Schumacher’s record) in October 2020
Source for Sir Lewis being knighted in December 2021
Sources for Roscoe being vegan and skateboarding (Please watch the skateboarding video; it will spark joy.)
Source for Hamilton’s favorite color being red
Announcement from Mercedes regarding Hamilton’s current two-year contract via ESPN
Image credits:
Background image from Sebastian Pociecha on Unsplash
Official headshot, Mercedes logo, and livery photo from Mercedes-AMG
Various emoji from Apple/iOS, downloaded from Emojipedia
Signature vector from Wikipedia
U.K. map/outline from pngimg.com
Hamilton/Russell photo from Mercedes-AMG via Autosport
Roscoe photo from Lewis Hamilton
Other graphics from Canva
Made with Canva Pro
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