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maxybabyy · 6 months
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inspired by this gif
He shows her a photo first. It’s not the one that he ends up ordering, but it’s close enough; the same pleated skirt but the cut of the shirt is different, the colour scheme changed too. Max, half distracted by the sim race she’s trying to join, says, “This is of course very American of you, Daniel.”
“Yeah? Did you bring the ears from last year then?” He asks and makes her squeeze further into the corner until there’s almost no space between them. “Gonna be a kitty cat again, Maxy?”
“For this, I will need also the –“ she says after squinting at the screen. She claps her hands enthusiastically and throws them up in a high V, the controller left in her lap. “The sparkly things for my hands, no? I think this will be very important, Daniel.”  
“I will get you some pompoms, baby.” He says, pulls her into a kiss when her hands still haven’t come down. “Maybe then you can do a little routine for me, yeah? Show me who you’re really cheering for?”
In the end, Max is let into the discord call and is allowed to join the race – even if she is away from her sim set-up. Daniel sits beside her and looks through uniform options, tries not to lose himself in the images of her on her knees, skirt spread wide over her thighs as she sucks his cock.
Max has a last-minute shoot with Red Bull, so he meets up with some of the others for a drink or two before the party.
It’s fine, if a bit uneventful. None of them has put much effort into their costumes. Alex looks great, but only when his girlfriend stays close enough to add complexity to the otherwise bland costume.
Max has been live blogging the shoot in their texts, another fluff piece to take the heat off Checo’s race in Mexico. And then at the end, sent just over an hour ago, a picture of the pompoms Daniel had made sure to order resting on a wide shot of Max’s thigh in the backseat of a car.
Daniel hadn’t replied, didn’t see it until now, but. He goes, downs the cup of shitty but expensive vodka and makes his excuses to Lando, who hasn’t stopped staring at both Oscar and Carlos at either end of the room like he’s at a fucking tennis match.
Max has her own drink in hand when he finds her, straw sucked deep in her mouth as she nods at whatever Charles is saying. Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s obviously having a good time if the way she’s smiling is anything to go by. She must know he’s watching because she turns to look at him, eyes bright as she waves the pompom at him.
She looks fucking amazing.
The uniform fits perfectly, and even with the sensible white long sleeve that she’s wearing underneath, she looks fucking hot. When it came in the mail, he hadn’t told her it was a Chicago Bulls costume; the ‘Bulls’ on her chest the closest thing to Red Bull he could find. But he looks at her now and thinks, ‘Maybe they should do a rebrand.’
She’s wearing the same sneakers that she always is, black and practical, and her hair is tied back in her usual high pony, only this time with a striped ribbon instead of a beige hair tie. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but Max has always been in a league of her own. In racing, in life, in Daniel’s heart –
“Hey there, pretty lady,” he says and leans in close when Charles has escaped with a choked-up laugh. “I would offer you a drink, but someone already beat me to it, huh?”
Max lets out a laugh, shakes her head. “We are of course not in Austin anymore, Daniel.”
There’s a smushed ‘3’ painted on her cheek in red; the font unlike what is usually used for jersey numbers, and instead oddly reminiscent of what it would look like on the RB19.
“Did you come here from the big game too?” He asks instead and puts a hand on her waist, his thumb poking under the fabric to rest against her skin. “Bet your team won real easy with all the attention on you, pretty girl. Hardly any eyes on the ball, I reckon.”
“Daniel! It was only golf with Checo. Always, he was very interested in the game, I think, but –“
Daniel breaks her off with a kiss when he cannot help himself anymore, pulls her closer to his chest for a moment before he steps back. “Did you come here with a boyfriend? A friend, maybe?”
Max stares at him, teeth biting into a lip that must have been painted red once. There’s still a bit of lipstick left, maybe there’s something on him now too. She must see something in his face, because she says, flushed, “Tonight, it is just me from the – the big game, of course.”
“Yeah? No quarterback waiting for you at home? I bet you looked hot cheering for your team,” he says, looks at the hand now wrapped around his neck, the pompom resting loosely against his chest. Max gives it a little shake over her head, the rustle loud in their tiny self-imposed space.
“It was a very lovely game, that,” Max hums, rubs at the eye black on his cheek. “The team, I think, is very good this year. We can of course win the ra – “ she takes a sip of her drink to hide the stumble, glares at Daniel when he laughs at her. “I can do the pyramid very well, so we will win the next match also.”
Daniel does want to hear more about Max’s ideas of cheerleading competitions, of the trophies and championships she would have won in that too. But more than that, he wants to drag her into the bathroom and make her come; fuck her open and loose so when they get back to the hotel, he can fuck her right.
“That’s your type then? Athletes?” He asks. He doesn’t kiss her, but he wants to, knows she wants it too. But they’re so close, almost there.
“It is very hot, I think, when they are also into the sport,” she says, her breath hitching when his free hand finds its way under her skirt, to the almost non-existent thong she has on. “When they are very good, I think that is very lovely also.”
“Do you have a favourite? Someone you’re just dying to meet, to fuck?”
Max whines softly, presses against the leg Daniel has shoved in between her thighs, “You are so stupid Daniel,” she says, breathy and hoarse. “You look of course very handsome in your little outfit, but always race car drivers are the –“
He kisses her, doesn’t let her finish. 
They’ve strayed from the plan; from the loose script he had in his head. But Daniel doesn’t care, feels greedy with it that even in this – drunk and unserious as they pretend to be people they aren’t – Max still cannot pick someone else, someone who isn’t fully and completely him.
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roadkilledthegirl · 9 months
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ok. I’m going to say it.
I love ALL eras of boreo/decklikovsky EQUALLY, and I will FIGHT for EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM.
Las Vegas era? Brilliant - the inexplicable teenage love and lust for each other (terrifying and amazing) - caring for someone because they’re the only person in the universe who cares for you, getting drunk and high and altogether plastered together because you’re so traumatized and lonely that you don’t know how to bond with people in any different way and hey, you both like it (a little too much in fact) so why not?? It’s DELICIOUS. this part of the book was just written too well to be put down as “unfortunate” or “less than”. It’s so so so sad and raw and angry and vulgar and and and
And you couldn’t even have post-Vegas New York, Antwerp & Amsterdam without it!! Where would the tension, the longing, the shock of seeing your - best friend? ex best friend? The guy you hate so much because you love him even more ??? Where would all of that come from without such a complex, tangled backstory???? There’s no one without the other!!!!!!
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mppmaraudergirl · 1 year
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Story summary: James Potter enjoys the simple life. That is, being a national Quidditch star, drinking profusely with his mates, and no-strings-attached companionship.
At least until he meets a beautiful, clever redhead who is immune to his charms and uninterested in his talents. She just might also help him see there is more to this thing called life than perpetual, meaningless bachelorhood.
final chapter on AO3
James finds Lily exactly as he expects to: dressed casually in Muggle clothes, hair piled in a bun atop her head, bending over a cauldron in the research laboratory. She startles at his quiet greeting, going further pink than what the steam of the cauldron has already caused.
Read on AO3 || Start at the beginning || NOW COMPLETE
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candewlsy · 5 months
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I was seriously fighting with my assignment and I gave up but this pic ended my life (typing from my grave)
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liliallowed · 5 months
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Hi hi! I don't know if there's a proper way to reply to tags, so I'll just quietly put this here. I really like your lv triangle posts and art (the whole concept is a lot of fun to think about, plus I love a frustrated Dust hehe), and the fact that my interpretation of Dust made a certain impact just makes me feel so honored and happy! Thank you for sticking around! :D
awww! thanks! that's sweet of you!
player's got a lot of guts stealing not just any human from any ol psycho but DUST'S love interest. (after trauma bonding and like spending a while toghter till dust actually falls for reader later on instead of love at first sight)
and they KNOW it'll probably get them most certainly killed, buuuut that's what they're looking for. a thrill, a chase. what better than casually blowing off his fuse with kissing reader?
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such a spiteful dedication. I love this trio. it's like rock paper scissors but also backwards.
dust is like on his LAST bit of thread of sanity from ripping crimson to shreds but he doesn't want to get y/n bloody. or... like get too violent and actually accidentally kill them too.
someone please give dust's self restraint some help. the boi needs it.
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moriaarts · 1 year
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JetTwins!!!
Imh They are sparked way after the war and have like rly mundane jobs i.e Jetstorm is a weather man and Jetfire is an interplanetary tour guide
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mishqua · 1 year
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Poe update!
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You would think they would run to each other and hug! But noooo! Lets stay enemies
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ghost-rule0 · 11 months
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Lets imagen the trailblazer had to split his conciousness with the player making it basically guide the trailblazer on their journey by hinting them at the best options and helping with fight strategies.
Now in the case of a HI3 player the trailerblazer has always a nagging feeling when looking at varients of this specific bubble universe.
Imagen seeing a tear roll down tear cheeks, tho unnoticed by all others, as we first see the broken god slayer in hertas collection, how there heart clenches everytime we would to see himeko and how they would already start to see her as a parental figure. Yet unsure why they would feel that way.
A general feeling of happiness and familiarity would cross their mind once they see Seele and Bronya together. Talking to either of them would be always feel nostialgic and relaxing.
The moment cocolia would show up the trainblazer would get un unsure feeling what to do, but due to the players influence he instincifly choose to distrust her.
The player wouldnt be really noticed by the trailblazer since they itselfe didn't have a speaking role since every option in game could somehow come from the MC making nothing really out of character. The Player would be less seen as puppeteer but more as like the trailblazers voice of reason. Who to trust and what felt and didn't feel right mostly was thanks to the players influence.
Since 1.1 isn't out yet I can only speculate how the meeting with sushang and Luocha would turn out but I can say that Luocha would defenitifly would also raise slight alarm bells or just some slight distrust due to the fact he looks like ottos long lost twin.
And if the player already knew that the translation of his name was literally one of ottos alias they would BEG that trailblazer would stay on save distance from him. No matter what actions he would take in game player would just be over protectiv for MC and the team she would BEG to stay as far as possible away.
Sushang is always a ray of sunshin so that's just the same reaction as to bronya and seele, seeing old friends BUT THE PHEONIX?? SHE USES IN HER ULT.
The trailblazer would CLING to that thing player is just so so so so happy to see the dumb fat lil chimk.
Bonus for some minor elements I noticed:
One would be that the player would instantly see Kiana or Kevin (mattering in what gender you picked) since not only both use the iconic Kaslana bat but also the fact the fire MC uses the sword. For Caelus it would remind her of Kevin using the Cleaver of Shamash and Stelle of Kiana in her Herrscher of Flamescion form. (The fact when they shield she uses the EXACT same pose as Kiana in the HOF art makes it even worse sob)
The second thing would be listening to welt, talking once of twice of the fact he has seen "a word where humanity faced against great danger but managed to win" (cant exactly the exact sentaence he said). The player would instincifly think about what would he could Potential mean, beeing the Honkai Impact 3rd Universe he came from but the fact he mentions them multiple times as a example just makes their heart swell. You can clearly read how proud he is of the valkeryies and every human that didn't give up against the honkai that he specifically chooses them to motivate other civilisations to not loose hope (hands his dailoge for the belebog story arc end)
Generally ever player playing Star Rail would be a good guidance for the trailblazer since they already have a good a sense of who to beware or (Yanqing excluded since I just beg they don't make him kill his master or Marshall Hua here too)
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kathaniiisharma · 2 years
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These are some of the photos Jockthony takes of Kate at Aubrey Hall the summer after he graduates. Kate still has her last year and he’s already freaking out about being away from her. He decided that he was going to become a photographer, constantly taking photos of her.
He walks into the store and up to the counter and says: “I’ll take your most expensive camera, please!”
“Do you wanna know the specs or-”
“Nope! The most expensive one is the best one.”
It’s also the summer Kate teaches him that expensive doesn’t equal the best. “Babe, you gotta research a little.” She tells him after he’d googled ‘most expensive paints’ to buy her a gift.
“These paints are awful. They just come in a Louis Vuitton case”
“I’m looking and all the reviews said they were great!” Kate sighs, pointing to the first review. “All the reviews are for the case.” 
“Oh.”
And she can see he feels bad because he thinks he messed up but she kisses him and pulls away with a smile. “Thank you for my new paint case. That’s very thoughtful of you.” He cheers up, even more, the first weekend he visits her at school and sees it in her bag for class.
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bonestrouslingbones · 4 months
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suddenly realizing that for the reboot one of the things that i think i Have to hammer in a bit more is the concept of LV as like. just a straight up addiction
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laeveteinn · 1 year
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Voldemort spends ten years in customer service. In retrospect, this may explain certain things.
(Or: An unreliable history of Tom Riddle’s Borgin and Burkes era.)
A 9k one-shot, written for the First Wizarding War fest. Gen + Hepzibah/Tom.
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mppmaraudergirl · 1 year
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read on AO3
Everything in Lily Evans' life is going well until the day James Potter appears. He is reckless with his time and stingy with his affection, and the last thing Lily needs is to become attached to someone emotionally unavailable.
So naturally, that's what she does.
In the process, she learns that the journey to love is not a sprint but a marathon.
Story on AO3, 12.4k rated M || The original
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hahanoiwont · 1 year
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Thinking about my babygirl /neg (Red). Nothing I haven't already sent to you I've kinda run out of thoughts for a bit hence my quietness but I AM thinking of him. For someone who as far as I know has never been in romantic relationship he sure does have divorced dad who only sees his kid every other weekend energy (Black is the mom)
thank you this is exactly what i'm going for with his characterization. he's trying to keep his visitation rights but god damn is it hard to stick to parole. and every time he tries to parent, people keep going all, "no, you're terrible, that's terrible actually." it's like none of these people were implied to have been violently attacked by their parents or something. why does nobody understand.
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liliallowed · 5 months
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I wonder how Dust sans is doing. Is he okay? I hope he's doing well :(
nope :3
he paced back and forward around the room cringing onto his hood.
he had to suppress the urge to gut a random human right there, knowing FULL well the habit he had wasn't going to benifit him in tracking down that THING.
the room was trashed. cracks forming on the walls from the sheer pressure if his gravitational magic, broken glass scattered all over the floor that he mindless paced over, uncaring if it chipped at his hp or not.
"where?"
he muttered as he scratched his hand on the sofa as he passed by, causing another tear.
"I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them both... I should have killed them earlier... if that demon turns them into their exp I'm going to fucking RIP it OUT THEIR DAMNED INSIDES... IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL THEM..."
he clenched his first, suppressing more of his anger.
/told you you shouldn't have played with your food brother/
"FOOD!? WHAT KIND OF SICK FREAK DO YOU TAKE ME FOR!? THEY DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE IN THIS! THE LEAST I COULD DO WAS GIVE THEM A SENSE OF WARMTH BEFORE I GOT RID OF THEM!"
/Isn't that crueler? it hurts more to be betrayed by someone you trust rather than a stranger. "I WOULD KNOW."/
"i..." his eyelights shrank.
"yeah... my bad... should've just killed them from the get go huh..." he facepalmed.
"they just... they looked so scared about all that... I didn't want to... if I did that from the start they would have ran. I COULD HAVE EXTRACTED THEIR WILL IF THAT BRAT DIDN'T INTERVENE-"
/you're GLAD they did though aren't you you hypocrite? =)/
/you're attached? don't worry you'll meet the next run!/
"no. NONONO. I'm going to forget and they'll fucking live with this memory... I have to take out their soul before they die. I CAN'T let that SICK FREAK GET ANOTHER DAMNED PUPPET. WHY DIDN'T THEY LISTEN. WHY DIDN'T THEY JUST FUCKING LEAVE!?"
/reckless and stubborn. reminds you of someone?/
"SHUT up shut up DO NOT FUCKING COMPARE THOSE TWO THAT THING ISN'T EVEN HUMAN."
/excuses excuses. you're trying to twist things. don't forget what you DID TO US. YOU DON'T GET TO make exceptions./
"I know. I'm not... "
/worst case scenario they'll just know your true nature and you won't even get close next reset/
/but you don't want to forget. those memories are too sweet to loose aren't they you selfish murderer? trying to pretend like you deserve any of it?/
"I don't... I know... yeah. it was all just going to end this way anyway. I was just dragging them along pretending to... yeah. yeah it's fine. I'll kill them... yeah... it'll be like another... hehe yeah... just another one. it's no different." he muttered as his hands dug further into the tears of the fabric.
would he kill them if given the chance?
he would. he had done this so many times. if course he would do it. again... and again. maybe this was his karma? have someone see this side and judge HIM INSTEAD. to be the one hating HIM instead.
fitting really. he deserved no better.
it's not like he had any other commitment to cling onto. or an objective to keep himself somewhat sane...
"enough screwing around... where is that brat hiding them..." he muttered as he teleported on top of a building.
the city wasn't easy to map out... but he could work with it. they couldn't have gone far.
"I'll make you regret this brat."
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constellraetion · 1 year
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Please do let us know when and where to find your COtL fic when it's time
my ao3 username is the same as my tumblr! (i like to keep my branding consistent) but ill definitely post notices and updates on here as I go!
ive got two fic ideas im focused on, the baal/lamb fic and a leshy/lamb fic but im pretty busy lately so we'll see how writing/consistent updates go.
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disownedbytiime · 2 months
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I have several LV ongoing fics but I kinda want to do something different rn 😩 nothing in specific just something that may take 2-3 chapters or even maybe just drabbles . Anything that’s not too deep.
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