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leclercings · 3 days

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Adrenaline Rush | Lando Norris x Reader

Genre: Blurb

Pairing: Lando Norris x wife!Reader

A/N: another request! This is the first time I've written something about actually driving a car and the race. Apologies for any mistakes.

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yourusername: It has been a tough journey, but worth it. Thank you to everyone who supported me. All those ups and downs- what a rollercoaster. Can't believe I have the honour of being the first female driver to win the World Championship, and I couldn't have done it without my family, my team, and most importantly, Lando, my sweetheart.

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“What the fuck was that?” You scream in the radio as you exit the pit lane.

Adrenaline surging high, twenty more laps to go. Yas Marina hasn't been your favourite circuit but it's the last one, and you're pushing towards the world championship.

You and Max have a difference of just a few points, and if you win today- you will be the first female driver who has won the world championship.

There's a lot of pressure.

You drop down to fifth in the grid, with your teammate, Charles ahead of you.

“Charles will make the way for you.” You hear on the radio as your overtake Charles.

Sitting in a F1 car, driving at the speed of 220mph, all you can hear is the sound of the engine over your own breath.

It's super hot. You can feel your body burning and sweat trickling down your face.

You push the car a little more to see Lando ahead of you.

“Two tenths of a second to catch up with Lando.”

“Copy.” You reply.

You're in the DRS zone of Turn 7. You push yourself as much as you can. Lando defends his position, but you're determined. With a few milliseconds you find yourself ahead of him.

“Good job, mate.” You hear on the radio.

You've climbed up to third. Ahead of you are Max and Checo.

“Checo will be pitting in this lap.”

“Copy.”

Checo goes in the pitlane and you climb up to the second place.

A few laps later, you see the yellow flag.

“Hope… everyone's okay…” You breathe heavily in the radio.

“Yes. Debris at Turn 13.”

Everyone slows down. You can see Max right in front of you. This is your chance.

A lap later, you can see the safety car moving.

The race is about to begin again.

You take a deep breath in, ready to push yourself to the maximum.

Green flag waves and you accelerate the car. Max is in front of you, defending really well.

You’re about to reach Turn 7, ready to overtake Max. You try to go into the left corner and he comes ahead, and then you push yourself a little more before overtaking him at the edge of the track.

You whisper a silent thank you.

“Well done, mate.”

Max tries to take his position back. But you stand firm.

You're defending really well so far. You focus on building up a race pace.

It's the last lap of the race.

You've been warned that Max is behind you, trying to overtake.

You push a little further, and you can almost see him coming to the right but you accelerate the car and within a few milliseconds you're ahead of him, just as the chequered flag waves.

“Congratulations!” You hear on the radio.

“Oh my god.” You scream.

You can hear cheers in the background.

You slow the car down.

You won.

You freaking won.

You see Max sliding up next to you, giving you a thumbs up. You respond back with a thumbs up.

You take the car towards the podium area where the Ferrari mechanics are waiting for you.

You park the car, getting out and standing up on it.

“Yes,” you shout loudly as you take your helmet off.

You see Max and Lando coming from behind.

You smile at Lando, before he runs towards you and kisses you.

You won. And your husband stands third.

“I love you, babe.” You tell him and he smiles at you.

You wave at the audience as you walk up the podium right next to your husband. There are cheers. Everybody is super proud.

You're the World Champion for 2023- an inspiration for every girl out there. People like you set an example that dreams can be achieved, so don't be afraid to dream big.

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zhongrin · 1 year

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┋ The Steambird Issue No.517

article commissioned by the fontaine steambird magazine and written by ✾ mei/rin ✾

[Breaking News!] Our Fontaine gadget makers did it again, folks!

A collaboration project between Fontaine's best gadget makers and the scholars at Sumeru Akademiya has resulted in a prototype device inspired by the now-obsolete AKASHA system.

Not many details have been revealed, but as the scholars described it, they are aiming to use the concept of AKASHA to create a virtual space, called TeyvaTweets, where people can communicate with one another without seeing each other's faces! Yes - much quite like a communication device, but one that utilizes text instead of the usual verbal methods of communication.

A few selected testers have been invited to try it out, and if you're one of the lucky ones - congratulations! We look forward to seeing how this new technology will help connect people across Teyvat.

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Dear <USER>,

𝒞ongratulations! You have been selected to help with testing out the fruits of our labor, here at the Sumeru-Fontaine collaboration project. Enclosed is the device containing the application: TeyvaTweets. Have fun perusing it, and we look forward to your feedback.

⧽ [ Turn on the device ] [ Leave it off ]

ps. user manual and warnings attached on a separate page.

𝚄𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝟷.𝟶.

you should be able to open it using both phone and pc (it's just a normal website).

clicking on pfp/name/username in a tweet (orange box) will open the profile of that person. clicking the 'x' icon on the popup box's top right side will close the user profile.

clicking the tweet on the main page will open the tweet's replies thread. clicking the back button will bring you back to the main page.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.

there are suggestive contents inside, but nothing explicit.

some of you make cameos under other people's tweets too! see if you can spot yourself ;)

there's a lot of images for this one so the page might load slowly for you, especially if your internet isn't fast. i'm also using a free hosting service from GitHub, so yeah.

in order to indulge everyone, please pretend the tweet reply threads that 'overlap' with one another is a separate world on their own (e.g. if multiple people are flirting with a character and they flirt back in the reply thread don't point fingers and say that they're unfaithful / is cheating / ruin someone else's fun in general ;;;)

tested on chrome & safari web browsers on a mac and iphone + google pixel. crossing my fingers that it works on other devices too...

created for 𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓇𝒾𝓃'𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 (submissions are closed)

might make a y/n-ify version of this in the future bc my brain accidentally fleshed out a whole concept of how it would work, but don't count me on that bc it's gonna take a lot more effort than this and honestly idk if it's even worth it-

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#genshin impact #genshin x reader #zhongli #al haitham #kaveh #childe #kaeya #wanderer #too many characters involved to tag in this #so i just tagged the ones with most appearances #zhongrin's surprise event #rin writes #rin uses her programming skill to have fun

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vsyrworld · 8 months

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charlos drama after controversial twitter reye's created.. here is my shots

charlos (charles leclerc/carlos sainz jr)

M for kissing

anggsstt, drama, singapore gp, the iconic marina bay pool, comitment talks, (carlos parents are trash here sorry)

-- "Zero" inspired by (born to die lana del rey lyrics)

two week before singapore gp

turns out, they didn't go to singapore earlier as they planned to do. carlos flew back to spain with his parents, leaving charles alone in hotel room with a complex feeling. internet has been speculating lately, about how... how charles' image as too nice, too friendly, too happy-- accusation spiraling around that it is just a facade.

charles still laying down on his bed , carlos' bed, that is long cold. he waits and scroll, scroll again through infinity thread.

'what the fuck is wrong with carlos' he thoughts.

or maybe they didnt like him as much as carlos do. maybe whatever this thing between him and carlos is wrong. maybe nico rosberg words true though, he speaks his jealousy.

is he? is charles jealous of carlos? the realization sinking deeper into charles heart and mind. he didn't-- but at same he is- but carlos never been in monza podium before so it's fair. and charles is truly , beamingly, happy to see his teammate on top of monza. he is not jealous, no charles is capable enough to separate on off the track.

but does carlos? is he really mad or just mad, or annoyed that charles pushed him hard? carlos said he didn't enjoyed the battle, he watched the cooldown video,

didn't like it but the race was good. carlos didn't like it.

he gulped his own saliva and feel the tears start forming at his eyes. charles bring his forearm to cover his face, curling at the side where carlos' slept, the bedsheet is no longer warm, carlos scents on thin air, he barely can smell it anymore.

'are you mad at me?' 10.30 AM

he typed to carlos and it seems his boyfriend already on the plane. charles sighed and goes into his slumber before any of tears streaming down into his sleep.

one week before singapore gp

carlos didn't reply his message. charles put down his phone and stares into his kitchen wall,

"what are you going to wear during the karting? should i use long sleeve or t'shirt is fine?" there is a similiar voice shouting at him from living room.

charles' finger twitch to send another message. it is so rare that carlos forget to reply his messages, as far as he knows charles name is always on the top in his chatroom.

when is your flight to singapore?

i haven't prepare my flight you know... just in case

well, let me know! i'm available after jules' karting race! (sent 07.00 AM)

and now it's already lunch time. arthur rumaging his clotes, go back and forth towards living room and kitchen, find something to fill the stomach before touching down the track

"Bro!"

"What?!" Charles jumped at his brother.

"You are out of space again. Come on! we had race to go!"

ah yes., karting for jules is held today and the reason why charles standing in the kitcen because...

he blinks at his brother as arthur raised his eyebrow,

"you won't cook pasta for us right? i choose to not eat a whole day rather than to eat yours" he said before storm away to his own room.

what was it again? oh right, he need to toss the pasta, well yep shit, it's dry now. carlos used to pour a cream milk and hot water to the pasta while adding some herbs, that is what make the pasta so chewy and tender. so he grabs a glass and pouring the amount of water then a milk, letting it simmer until he felt the texture is just right.

he hummed at his creation. savory and creamy. the spices kicked his mouth deliciously. maybe for carlos, it's too spicy. but it doesn't stop him cooking for charles, every night, every little chance they had, it always goes like: carlos with grill pan and the steak smokes all around him while charles sitting down the counter, ready to annoy him with sauce or eating the dish, making carlos snarked then they will bantering with each other. lucky for charles, sometimes carlos could fuck him over this counter, letting his come painted the walls or some of them might be decorating their food. carlos said it's delicious anyway, charles might think it gross but what's the different than getting swallowed a whole?

he chuckled at his own thought, and remember something

right, he missed carlos.

"your cooking skill is improving"his maman takes a bite out of nowhere

charles grins sheepishly, "i have the best teacher"

his mom, always like an angel, smile and nods, telling him a goodjob. charles haven't say anything about his relationship, but somehow, his mom gives him a secret smile and charles didn't know how to reply it.

singapore gp week

Feet don't fail me now

Take me to the finish line

Oh, my heart it breaks every step that I take

But I'm hoping that the gates, they'll tell me that you're mine

12 PM, in the pool. just two of us.

charles breath hitched as a new message from carlos comes like a bolt of lightning. it's wednesday evening and charles started to worry if they will never talk about this. but patient always has it's own rewards.

charles stunned to watch the marina bay building from his car.

"your room is in level 16, number 5"

marina bay is beautiful

"charles?" his trainer voice slightly become annoyed because charles lost in his own world.

"where's carlos?" he said while still looking up to the building.

andrea sighed, "just a couple room closer to you. come on get moving charles, we've been here for thousand time and yet you still starstrucked looking at the building like a newborn baby" he says grumply before taking charles luggage out of the car

charles hummed, but it's true. singapore become more beautiful each year. andrea doesn't understand how beautiful singapore is to charles. and he thinks about the secret they kept in this country, sounds like an exclusiveness, charles loves it. he wonders if carlos feels the same.

so it is time to meet him then.

marina bay pool, midnight

carlos already sitting on the pool only with his swimming trunk when charles came to the highest floor. carlos and citylight infront of him, glorious, carlos and race track, magnificent, carlos gives him a side glance to him, endearing.

he smiled at his own idea before standing up beside him and

--a massive splash from the pool like slamming down by a whale

"ppfttt cahlos!" charles, soaked like a cat, still wearing full pajamas clothes. it not fair, he groans while looking at carlos who laughed at him.

"baby" carlos try to reach charles waist but before he could grasp any hems of charles's strings, the monegasque jump over and drowning both of them.

carlos wraps his arms in his waist, meanwhile charles hands find a grips in carlos' shoulder. they gave up and swim up to the surface.

he didnt know if he should laugh or take a breath first but they did both at the same time and ended up coughing. so so stupid.

"don't" charles gasping for a breath but still anchoring himself to carlos' neck

his teammate laughed and bring him into a soft kiss.

"charles," finally. oh charles want to cry.

he cradles carlos face with both of his hands, fingers trails the sculpture of his lover face, so hurried as if this moment will be gone in a flash. he missed him so much its hurts.

"charle-" carlos tries to speaks between the messy kisses but charles having none of that

stupid carlos left him hanging just after they sleep together. he hates carlos who run away and comeback as nothing happen.

"charles"

"non" he keeps kissing kissing his lips until it felt raw, fresh from their exchange saliva and carlos moans against him.

"you." charles ending the kiss by caging carlos head with both of his hands. "left me!" green versus brown, and charles sure he looks menancing now because how carlos brown eyes looking at him earnestly soft, innocent, afraid to be hurt.

despite his annoyance, carlos replies it with a sad gaze and a whimper. he closed their gaps in the water by pushing charles into pool side and hugs him close.

just right them, the race track is shining and splendid. the glows from track lights illuminating through the sky

they stayed in each other embrance in a damn long time, charles thought, did carlos booking the place so only two of them allowed to be this intimate?

he brought his finger to cradles carlos' hairs, "you cut it short"

only replied by a hummed against charles' neck. carlos snuggled closer into charles' skin

"what?" he decide to ask

"how many..." carlos sound unsure, " what did you see on internet?"

so this is it. charles gulped down, hands never leaving the thick locks that somehow shorter than before.

"everything..." he brushed carlos's spine up and down, "everything and it so unecessary. but..."

"but?" carlos fingers sinking deeper into a flesh of his waist

"i hate the way you treat me. just left me. it's dumb carlos, you make me feel dumb"

a silence occurs for a minutes, "it's complicated" carlos said. he cranes his neck to meet charles gaze that not looking at him, but to the scenery behind them.

"how so" charles asked him without spare a glance, "how could you say that when you also put me in a complicated situation?"

he watched carlos's face become more confusing than before, is he really?

"what do you mean"

'oh mamamia" charles giving him a tsk and carlos clearly grunts at his answer.

"you really jealous of me having my first podium in monza? charles you are unbelieveble--" carlos fingers are no longer in his waist. he whines at the coldness of water splashing against his body

"not that point" charles cuts him, " if you didn't like it why don't you just say it? if you can't say to the media, why not be honest to me? why would you need to be like 'oh the race was good but i didn't like it' at the same time you also say 'i enjoy the race, battling with charles is good', when you actually felt it wasnt!" he throws his arms into his side, making the water splashing everywhere

he doesn't dare see carlos eyes, he might cry, or maybe he is already. because he felt a warm water stings into his eyes, or maybe it just a splash of caporite.

"why you didn't say anything to me. people accusing me that i'm the one who lies to the media meanwhile i'm actually really like it and having fun. i'm so happy for your podium because you fucking deserve it the whole weekend. and they still said things like that-- and and " he is rambling too much but carlos let him to continue,

"and your mom, the twit, it doesn't make anything better!" charles gasped, " and i need you that time. i need you to convince me, to tell me that us is okay, but you are gone, you... you left and i don't know am i did wrong. does your family dislike me that much? is whatever we are having this right now, is wrong?!"

"charles hey" carlos cupped his cheek and it's a wet mixture between pool water and tears

charles shutted his eyes, it's stings and hurts in many different way, he tends to overthink so much and carlos is the one who often calm his racing thoughts but he wasn't , not at particular two weeks before singapore.

🎶Don't make me sad, don't make me cry

Sometimes love is not enough

And the road gets tough, I don't know why

"is me loving you, consider as a sin?"

carlos grips his face tighter, "charles!" his voice rough, disliking charles thought

it doesn't get better

"loving you when we are f1 driver is already hard!" he wriggles from carlos touch', but carlos held him firmly

charles brought his own hands to his eyes, palms against the eyelids desperatedly, and his voice becoming wavery as he speaks up,

"why you don't make it easier for me, to loving you as a person?"

"why carlos?" he lets carlos to see his vulnerabilty. when he opens his watery eyes, charles was shocked because carlos sheds more of tears, leaking down from both of his puppy brown eyes.

"don't say things like that"

charles was so stunned seeing his teammates cried so he completly blank as carlos brings his face closer for a deep kiss

he tasted a salty tears, the lashes are heavy with droplets. charles gasping for carlos's tounge and it sets firmly inside him. carlos brings his hand to brush against charles eyes,

"im sorry" he could hear carlos whimpers against the kiss

"im sorry, im sorry" carlos pulled away from his lips and goes into charles' nose, "im sorry, charles", and a drop on where his dimples used to rest, "i'm so stupid, i'm sorry" then settle it long on charles' forehead, "sorry, shalrs"

"carlos" charles look at his eyes and found carlos hiding something from him.

"sorry, i..." he stutterd as fingers shaking against charles' cheek. charles covers carlos' hands with his own, smoothering his hair hands slowly until the finger stop shaking.

"i'm serious being with you.about this. about us" carlos breath against him. then he let out a chuckled

"i've been thinking about the future how will i purposed you, how big or small our wedding goes, and yet here i am being so stupid that i can't even understand you, be with you, convince you that i love you."

charles stunned at carlos confession, "married..? you want to--"

carlos chuckled in his own tears, "my parents, they don't fancy you, but i'm hunderth percent sure it's because we are still teammates. they used to be like that to lando too, but not as severe to you." charles still eyeing him closely, seeing how carlos scrunched his face, preventing tears to spilled

his brows furrowed, "i swear i tried talk to my mom but she doesn't listen. yes, i didn't like it how you are pushing me hard while i'm defending but i'm also having fun. so so much. that's why i said that to media, i-- i want to tell you but things happen and my parents urge me to come home together and..."

"and you didn't replied to any of my text" charles said it bitterly

"yeah" carlos losen up his grips then settle down on his arms.

"i was..."

"its okay" charles sighed,

"charles. no, it's not okay. i made you questioning your feelings. i made you feel dumb" carlos is now looking at him shakingly, like... like he is a murder of someone or spill some ferrari secret to media.

but charles thinks about many possibilites of their position now. which is zero for them to come out as a couple. it is not a strategical condition from the team where they are still have a poor perfomance, it is not beneficial for carlos because of his on hold contract, and still controversial for their sponsors.

zero.

"but what does it takes? you can not just marry me here without our parents knowing. even so, i still can't hold your hands in public. i never had a chance to do a proper date with you!"

"are you breaking up with me?"

charles groans at carlos dumb answer, "seriously?! you think i'm that easy to give up !?"

carlos whinced, "no..."

"stupid" he huffed and looked away from carlos. thought lost at singapore citylights. they are supposed to having fun, it's singapore. their country, their history starts here. and yet... their downs choose to happen in this place too. charles smiled a little in his heart, knowing their hardship growing in singapore too. because he knows, love is not enough as the road get tough. it needs a communication. requires strong believes and commitment.

"i am sorry, please don't give up on us." carlos tugs charles arms and without further do, charles melt to the embrace.

fighting on track against carlos is exhausting but fighting off the track with carlos is more mentally worn-out.

"how about you?" charles asked, mumbling his face against carlos' neck

"i'll make it up for you. let's have a city tour right now. i heard there is night market that is very delicious."

charles blinks twice, right now? "date right now? like,, this in the midnight?"

he felt a warm washing his body, "yes charles. right now. lets go somewhere. we have plenty place to explore in singapore." carlos, for the first time they meet again, giving him a fond smile.

"but, people will see us. your parents must be watching you--"

"fuck them. i want to be with you. to spend a proper couple date with you."

charles could feel another tears building again but now, it's a happy one. one step being in public. slow but sure.

"okay" he breathes out. "help me change my clothes please?" charles wiggle his brows, creating a laughter from carlos

🎶Keep making me laugh

Let's go get high

The road is long, we carry on

Try to have fun in the meantime

sooner or later the world will now about them. sooner or later, charles will happy showing of the golden band that sit comfortable in his fourth finger. sooner or later he can walk hand in hand with carlos. but right now, the public only see their shoulder brushing against each other while they walked in orchid pedestrian street. carlos' parents might be seen the picture of his son feeding up charles the best kaya toast he ever tasted. later in the morning, rupert and andrea will scold them for sneaking out the hotel like a petulant child.

but above them all, singapore has witnessing their love oath. the country saw laughter, kisses, and tears they shared. five years ago they present themself to each other and singapore was watching them

and now, it is become the only secret they shared together. is sort of an exclussiveness. charles and carlos decide to keep it longer for a moment. and when they ready to state it publicly, singapore have to be the only place. it is.

born to die by lana del rey just a charlos masterpiece

#Jkakdlwjdkwnlsnsksbwkskkw #WHAT IS THIS #I WROTE THIS SAD WTF I DIDNT #charlos #1655 #THIS IS SO RUSHED BUT I CANT GET OUT THIS OF MY MIND #BYEEEEEEE GUYS #singapore gp is rent free in my head #charles leclerc #carlos sainz jr #c2 #my fics

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cringefailprogrammer · 11 months

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Motorcity Splatoon au - General overview!

Mike Chilton, Formerly known as "Agent C"

- Inktoling (Inkling + Octoling)

- Also additionally mains the Krak-on Roller!

- Leader of the "Seamounts" (represented by an icon of an underwater volcano)

- Driver of Mutt

- Former KaneCo Agent and platoon captain

Chuck

- Inktoling (Inkling + Octoling)

- Mike's best friend and Copilot, obviously

- Driver of Blonde Thunder (Briefly)

- Former Kaneco army technician (Think Marina)

- Secret DJ?

Julie Kapulsky Kane

- Inktoling (unknowingly) specifically mixed with a mimic octopus.

- Driver of Ninelives

- Kaneco technician intern

- Mains the Undercover brella! (And sometimes the E-liter)

- A member of the Kaneco Idol duo, partnered with Claire

- Secretly Kane's daughter.

Texas

- Yeti Crab + Coconut Crab

- Driver of Stronghorn

- Mains Modified Tetra Dualies, Modified Dualie Squelchers, and Modified Grim Range Blaster

Dutch Gordy

- Inkling + Urchin

- Driver of Whiptail

- Artist and Mechanic

- Rescued an Octoball named Roth!

- Mains Modified Octobrush, Modified Splash-o-matic, and Modified Snipewriter

- Former Deluxe resident

Claire

- Octoling

- Deluxe Idol and Julie's best friend

- Doesn't participate in turf wars (YET!!)

- Weapon of choice is the heavy splatling (In red because of the FIRE EXTINGUISHER!!!)

Jacob

- Nautilus

- The Seamount's Guardian

- Driver of The Leviathan

- Really bad at cooking.

Abraham Kane

- Inkling

- Kaneco and Detroit Deluxe President

- Kind of like Octavio, but way less fun and cool. I love and respect Octavio. I do not love and respect Kane. (Kind of also has the Grizzco Capitalist aspect too, but i also love and respect Mr. Grizz)

- (Younger Version of Kane can be seen in the episode Ride of the Fantasy Vans)

The Duke of Detroit

- Inkling (Specifically Disco squid)

- I mean if youve seen the show everything I tell you wouldn't be a surprise.

- Probably mains some flashy shit like the .96 Gal Deco

- Probably calls himself a DJ and a Rockstar, doesn't play it during Turfwar because he doesn't respect it.

Kaia

- Former Octoling, mutated into a Salmonid

- Technically, a Queen Salmonid

- (FROTHY WATERS GETTING EAR PEIRCINGLY LOUD)

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I have a bunch of other characters done, but they're background characters, and thus, I'll update the post with them in a self-reblog. Also, I have alot of things to say that are series spoliers, so I'll probably keep them to myself or reply in messages asking about them.

Notes and Fun facts -

- The general music style of the Seamounts would hypothetically be a mix of all main bands from the splatoon series. (Eg. Squid Squad, Wet floor, C-Side) I have already gushed about this on discord, may as well send it here too!

splatoon Mike voiceclaims - Triple dip backup vocals, Undertow demo secondary Vocals (the fast part), Chopscrewey Backup Vocals, Don't slip masc vocals, Endolphin surge main vocals, Ink or sink chanting (during the metal)

splatoon Chuck voiceclaims - Undertow Demo (Intro Vocals), Seaskape, Kraken up support vocals, Higher Headhammer Vocals, Main triple dip vocals (I MEAN TRIPLE DIP IS LITERALLY JUST THE CHORD PROGRESSION OF THE MOTORCITY INTRO) Endolphin surge masc secondary vocals, Ink or sink chanting(during the metal)

splatoon Julie voiceclaims - Don't slip femme soundin vocals, Endolphin surge fem secondary vocals

splatoon Texas voiceclaims - Kraken up, Chopscrewey, Metalopod, Ink or sink metal vocals

splatoon Dutch voiceclaims - Ink or sink secondary vocals, specifically for the second call and response section, Undertow Launch ver opening Vocals

splatoon Claire voiceclaim - Shy-ho-Shy demo vocals!!

ALSO, CSIDE IS VERY MOTORCORE TO ME. GILLTY (A LOBBY SONG THEY'VE MADE) IS LITERALLY JUST MOTORCITY BGM.

End of rant!

- Chuck makes music under a fake name, and it probably has something to do with larping somewhat. Sounds like a mixture of dedfish, the artists of alterna, and sashimori. (Eg. New you Bisk ver)

- Chuck probably has a crush on Claire because of the whole idol thing.

- Technically, Motorcity has no idols, but splatfests still take place.

- Mike and Chuck often do league double battles with each other, but when in normal league, they bring along Dutch and Texas!

- Chuck is definitely a charger tryhard, he prides himself in his accuracy!

- The Seamounts made a special inktank for Texas!

- The deluxian army has kind of an octo expansion vibe to it but basked in white instead of grays and neons.

#Splatoon #Motorcity #Mike Chilton #Motorcity Mike #motorcity chuck #dutch gordy #motorcity dutch gordy #motorcity texas #julie kane #motorcity julie kane #motorcity jacob #motorcity r.o.t.h #duke of detroit #motorcity claire #motorcity abraham kane #motorcity kaia

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ghostmistdraws · 1 year

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Songs in my Bad Batch Spotify Playlist that are perfect.

I had to limit it to five per character but I have so many more

I can explain my reasons in replies if asked! :D

Hunter

Cigarette Ahegao - Penelope Scott

Turn it down - OR3O

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons

Born for this - The Score

Meteor Shower - Cavetown

Wrecker

Wrecking Ball - Mother Mother

Surface Pressure - Encanto

One day - Lovejoy (mostly for the chaotic vibes)

On top of the world - Take&fly

Unstoppable - The Score

Tech

Rat - Penelope Scott

The Bidding - Tally Hall

Are you Satisfied? - MARINA

Oh no! - MARINA

Look whos inside again - Bo Burnham

Crosshair

People I don't like - UPSAHL

All eyes on me - OR3O

Enemy - Imagine Dragons

Good for you - Dear Evan Hansen

Villain - Stella Jang

Echo

Ain't no crying - Derivakat

Brother - Kodaline

Dismantled - Icon for hire

Two - Sleeping at Last

Lovely - Billie Eilish

Omega

Brick by Boring Brick - Paramore

Runaway - AURORA

Home - Cavetown

brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Kids - Current Joys

if you haven't heard any of these, check them out! They are so good- also yeah, it's a big genre mix. so is my music taste.

#character song #playlist #the bad batch #character as songs #songs for characters #tbb #tbb characters #clone force 99 #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #star wars tbb #the bad batch headcanons #ghostsposts

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celestial-thoughts · 10 months

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the galaxy is burning

Pairing: platonic Shayna Baszler & Tommaso Ciampa

Word count: 0.9k

Author's notes: set immediately after the events of Money in the Bank 2023. Angst, hurt/comfort. title is in reference to the tweet Shayna posted shortly after attacking Ronda.

Shayna needs to talk to someone, anyone or she's going to do things that she knows she'll regret. The problem is, all of the people she would normally go to aren't an option.

Dakota is at home, resting her knee and watching Bayley and Iyo put their bodies on the line in the Money in the Bank ladder match. Talking to Jessamyn or Marina would require breaking kayfabe, which she can't do. And even if she could, Marina would probably curse Shayna out as soon as she picked up the phone.

And she can't talk to Ronda. She can't, even though Ronda knew what was going to happen and promised that she wouldn't hold it against Shayna. Because despite the fact that kayfabe is not reality, a small part of Shayna felt good when she did what she did.

The guilt is what keeps her from searching for Ronda backstage.

There is one other person she could talk to. He's not in London, and she's not even sure if he's watching the show. But if there's anyone on the roster who knows about stabbing your best friend in the back, it's Ciampa.

"Hey, I was wondering when you'd call," Ciampa says as soon as the call connects.

"I take it you're watching the show?" Shayna asks, sitting down in a quiet corner.

"Of course I am," Ciampa replies. There's a moment of silence between them before he speaks again. "How are you feeling?"

Shayna sighs. "Conflicted," she says. "I mean, I feel awful. She's been my best friend for a decade. We finally got the run together that we had been pushing for, and I just threw it away. But..."

"But what?" Ciampa asks.

"There was this part of me that felt so good. Which is horrible, I know." Shayna says, clenching the hand that isn't holding her phone into a tight fist.

Ciampa is quiet for a while, before he speaks. "It's understandable," he says. "That it felt good to do that."

"Did you feel good when you did it?" Shayna asks. She thinks back to 2017, before she had ever stepped foot in WWE. She remembers watching the iconic moment when Ciampa turned on Johnny Gargano, and the incredible feud that it had sparked.

"No," Ciampa admits. "But I had just ruptured my ACL, I knew that I was going to be out for a while, there were a lot of emotions in the moment." He pauses momentarily before continuing. "But just because it didn't feel good for me, doesn't mean it can't feel good for you." Another moment passes. "Do you know why it felt good?" Ciampa asks.

"Yes," Shayna says without hesitation. Because of course she knows why, she just hasn't been able to say it until now.

Which is why she's incredibly grateful for Ciampa's next question. "Do you want to tell me about it? Get it off your chest?"

So she tells him about it. About spending the last decade in Ronda's shadow. The first 15 years of her MMA career completely ignored and forgotten, because it was before the UFC, before The Ultimate Fighter, before Ronda.

She tells him about the resentment she has harbored since 2018, when Ronda was handed a match at WrestleMania while she was scratching and clawing for a rematch with Ember Moon for the NXT Women's Championship. She talks about the frustration of having every single one of her accomplishments overshadowed by Ronda's presence. Because no one knows that Shayna paid her dues, started as a valet for Bobby Fish and Kyle O'Reilly in Ring of Honor, and then worked her way up through the independent scene and Stardom in Japan. No one cares that Shayna was in the finals of the first Mae Young Classic, or that she competed in the first ever women's WarGames match, or that she held the NXT Women's Championship for a total of 548 days. No one remembers that she held the WWE Women's Tag Team titles twice while Ronda was on her hiatus, or that she set records for number of eliminations in both the Royal Rumble and Elimination Chamber.

And when they teamed up, Ronda was always the star. It was never about Shayna.

No one remembers that she can exist without Ronda.

Finally, Shayna goes silent, and Ciampa lets out a breath. "It sounds like," he begins. "You have every right to feel good about what you did. But," he pauses for a moment, trying to decide what to say. "I also know that you probably feel pretty guilty about it."

"Yeah," Shayna says, her voice quiet. "I do."

"And that's okay," Ciampa says. "I felt the same after I attacked Johnny." He lets out a sigh. "Look, I wish I had some sort of deep, profound advice to give you. But the best I can tell you is not to be so hard on yourself."

Shayna lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Thanks Ciampa. Seriously, I really appreciate you talking to me."

"Anytime," Ciampa replies. "And in the meantime, enjoy this. You two are going to have an amazing feud."

"I'll try my best," Shayna says, before saying goodbye to Ciampa and hanging up the phone. Then she opens up Twitter, and types out a single sentence:

Let the Galaxy burn.

It's about time for the Queen of Spades to remind everyone exactly who the hell she is.

#my writing #shayna baszler #queen of spades #tommaso ciampa #blackheart #wwe #celestials thoughts #mitb 2023

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(one). what song makes you feel better?

the song i go to right away always depends on my mood and the current musical artist micro-obsession i am experiencing lol, but three top options i find myself going to in a stressful or hopeless situation include coast (it's gonna get better) by patrick stump, choker by twenty one pilots, and soft to be strong by marina (who is pictured in my blog icon actually!).

(two). what's your feel-good movie?

100% hands down back to the future. that is my MOVIE. i have seen it so many times theres no way i can count. i am a little rusty bc i havent been ~ in ~ that fandom like i was before super recently but i used to/kind of still do know everything there is to possibly know about that franchise. those are my comfort characters and plots and relationships <3 i will never turn down a chance to watch it again lol. in fact this past summer i got to go to the theater w/ my partner for an anniversary re-release and see it on the big screen for the first time! i highly recommend lol.

(four). what flower would you like to be given?

oooof this is tough! daisies are one of my favorites, but also just anything pink to be honest. i also used to love lilies but i have learned they are poisonous to cats so my home is a no lily zone lol.

(ten). what's something you're excited for?

aaaaaa idk tbh. it's a weird time in my real life atm and i have no idea what the future holds, but in the broad sense, i guess change? in the smaller sense, spring is approaching where i live, and i look forward to it being warm enough outside to go for walks again! and for finishing my wips lol <3

(thirteen). what's your comfort food?

pasta. any type of americanized italian food. carbs. cheese. i am very basic in this regard akdhfjgfhgj

(thank u so much for the ask and so sorry for the late reply aaa 💖)

#star unasks #brambleberrycottage #star.txt

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godssong · 2 years

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@auusiedave Dave Adamson Does your faith help others? ⠀⠀ This is an important question because people will experience God through you today. ⠀⠀ You words, actions, reactions and social media posts will either move people closer to Jesus, or further away. ⠀⠀ This is my hometown of Melbourne, Australia. There is so much I love about this city. There are incredible restaurants, wide open parks, marinas, some of the greatest sporting venues in the world, theaters, iconic beaches, wonderful people—and the best coffee you will ever have in your life! For real. ⠀⠀ Now, it’s one thing for me to tell you about Melbourne … but it would be something else entirely for you to be there and experience it with me. ⠀⠀ The Bible talks about God the same way—how if we want to know God better, we need to experience him—not just read about him. ⠀⠀ One verse says we need to “taste and see that the Lord is good”. Tasting and seeing are experiences—not ideas or theories. The Hebrew word we translate as “taste” is “taam” (טעם, pronounced “taw-am”), which also means to perceive. People perceive God, or become aware of him, through experience. ⠀⠀ It reminds me of the story about the first man in space, cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin, who upon returning to earth famously said he did not see God in the heavens. A Russian priest replied; “If you have not experienced God on earth, you will never see him in heaven”. What a great response! ⠀⠀ And here’s the thing ... one of the ways people experience God on earth is through his followers. YOU are the way people experience God in the world—good or bad. ⠀⠀ I believe that today, your family and friends will experience God in the way you act, speak, serve, love, care, show compassion, are kind, grateful, helpful, honest, loyal, trustworthy, forgiving, patient, supportive, welcoming, and respectful. ⠀⠀ Hands up if you're up for the challenge of helping others experience the love of God through your actions? ⠀⠀• "Taste and see that the LORD is good." — Psalm 34:8 https://www.instagram.com/p/ChbRxTUOMvQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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turnaboutedits · 3 years

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hiii i'm mod maya, i use they/it/love/gore. this is my new edit blog (not specifically for kin, but ppl who are kin can always request!). you can find more info about what i can make and other stuff about me under the cut :]

can i get a promo perhaps?

@sunnys-headspace-full-of-edits @fairytalefragments @doki-doki-edits @froggykinz @sarv-editz @twisted-lies @ultimate-kins @kaedxll @www-knot-com @hexedits @ideal2d @cookierunkindom and anyone else who wants to!

: ̗̀ ᨳ abt me ;

hi! im mod maya but you can also call me blue. im a minor and i use they/them, it/its, love/loves, and gore/gores pronouns. im neurodivergent, an osdd system host, and i edit for fun. my f/o list can be found here!

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weirdcore. liminalcore. cis/transmasc chihiro. ult. imposter. soudam. sonia x kazuichi. bandaid. nanamiki. chihiro x mondo. tenko, mahiru, or hiyoko x men. danganronpa antags x women. junko ships. celefumi. leon x sayaka. togafuka. woh ships (dgr). agent 3 x agent 4. callie x men. callie x marie. pearl x anyone but marina and vice versa. dedf1sh x anyone but agent 8 and vice versa (splatoon). mommy meanest x anyone but daddy dearest and vice versa. skid and pump x anyone (fnf). miles edgeworth x women. maya fey x men. phoenix x maya or mia (ace attorney). milk cookie. typing out a long bl is kinda exhausting so basically i have the right to reject any requests i get

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#ᨳ chatting #ᨳ not edits #kin help #kin edits #kin requests #kin #kinnie #fictionkin #kin blog #promo post #kinning #bleh hopefully my motivation actually lasts this time

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takoyakitenchou · 3 years

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masquerade ch.11

thank god i had the foresight to write this entire fic in advance now i can just post at irregular intervals

Souma had never been one for speeches—although his improvised addresses had been pretty good in his opinion—but his best man toast for Takumi Aldini was definitely his magnum opus.

Under normal circumstances he would’ve referenced it in every vivacious conversation he had with anyone that night, but his… uh, date… had had to cancel last minute and effectively sent him on a solo venture to the bar.

So when Marina Vesca pulled up a stool next to him and requested a tequila sunrise from the bartender, Souma had never felt more grateful in his entire life.

“The fuck are you doing by yourself?” she asked.

Well, he stood corrected. “Why’re you here?”

“I got invited, Sherlock. Now stop deflecting.”

“I think you were wrong, Marina.”

“I seriously doubt that, but let’s assume I was. How so?” Marina propped her chin on her hand and regarded the chef with a mordant look.

“You remember back when we were opening Origin, you said Erina couldn’t keep up the masquerade forever? I think her facade is going to last longer than my time on this Earth.”

Marina said with a straight face, “You’re fucking stupid.”

Souma frowned. “Don’t know how to break this to you, but I’m really not in the emotional state to receive that kind of compliment.”

“First of all, that wasn’t a compliment. Second of all, soulmateship and horribly packed schedules are independent events.”

“What the hell is soulmateship? You just made that up right now.”

“What’re you gonna do if I did make it up? Why don’t you quit your moaning and actually do something? My intuition says she wanted to show tonight but some incompetent fuck of a politician held her back and made it impossible.”

Souma sighed. “Whatever happened to love being—”

“Why is it that I’ve never had a legitimate conversation with Erina in my entire life and yet I can see exactly how she feels about you when you can’t?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re a journalist?”

“You’re in denial, Souma. Are you afraid she’s going to break your heart again? I think you’d rather be broken now by getting ghosted than take a chance and love her for real.”

“Heart’s already broken,” Souma deadpanned.

“I know, but she’s the only one that can fix that. You need to give her a chance.”

“Was all this not enough?”

It was just then that a certain blonde chef decided to make her appearance at the reception. She was wearing slightly wrinkled business suit with the top button of her blouse undone and her cheeks were flushed — it was pretty obvious she’d gotten here in a complete rush without even changing.

And at the exact moment that the iconic lilac gaze met Souma’s, the journalist swore the light returned to his eyes and his vision tunneled.

“I gotta bolt to Kronberg. I swear to god, Souma, the next time we meet, you will be with Erina or I will drop out of Northwestern and join the fucking MMA. Am I clear?”

Souma grinned. “I’d pay to see that.”

“You’re deflecting again,” she warned him.

His smile widened as Erina waved subtly at him. “Yeah. You’re clear. Have a safe flight, Marina.”

“Now to business,” she said, grabbing him by his lapels and generally chucking him in Erina’s direction. “Go get her, dumbass.”

7 years post grad

“Give me one plausible reason why you absolutely cannot be the new dean of Totsuki.”

Akira slammed his head down on his desk. “I can name at least ten, Kurokiba.”

“Shoot.”

“I finished grad school last year—”

“That is irrelevant.”

“There are plenty of other compet—”

“Gramps tried to get Erina to be dean when she was a second year. Dismissed.”

“I’m busy with Hab—”

“I’m CEO of NTG. Dismissed.”

“Also, I have to plan a—”

“YOU’RE PROPOSING? HOLY FUCK HAYAMA WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!?”

Akira sighed as he heard vague crashing noises on the other end of the line, followed by a “Hayama-kun’s proposing to Hishoko!? OHMYGOD I NEED TO TEXT ERINA!”

“Wait, Kurokiba, tell your crazy wife not to publicize. I want to surprise Hisako. Actually, after today we’re all going to have to call her Doctor Arato.”

“Even you? Damn. Hang on.”

Fifteen seconds later, the silver haired chef turned CEO asked tentatively, “Uh, Kurokiba?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. We’ll keep our mouths shut. But! The thing is, I already told Chef Doujima that you’d agreed to be the new Totsuki dean, so he retired. He’s getting married with Riko Eibisawa in a few months. You’re invited to the wedding, by the way.”

“I hate you, Kurokiba.”

“I mean, if you’re gonna be in Tokyo, you might as well run Totsuki.” Then Ryo’s voice hushed considerably, and he said in a whisper, “It’s better than having Alice as dean, right?”

Akira blanched. “True. I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Alright. I’ll facetime you when I feel like it.”

Well, there was no arguing with Kurokiba Ryo.

Akira called the newly minted Doctor Arato to tell her the news.

“Alice just told me Kurokiba installed you as the new dean of Totsuki. Is that true?” she asked before he got a single word out.

The world was going to leave him behind if he wasn’t careful. “Yeah. You’re okay with that, right?”

“Of course I am. But I hope you focus on taking care of yourself more than the school. And Habui for the matter.”

“Anything for you,” Akira replied, and knew it was true. “When are you coming to Japan? I’ll send a jet.”

“It’s okay. I’m flying out to Illinois to check up on Innlausn and then I’ll probably stay a night or so at Yukihira’s place. He has some interview thing in Chicago this week and we haven’t caught up in a while.”

Akira sighed. It’d be another three days until he saw her—and he’d been getting so excited.

But then he remembered that if all things went according to plan, by the end of the month he’d be secure with the knowledge that he’d be able to spend the rest of his life with her. Not for the first time, Akira understood just how blessed he was. The velvet box sitting in his desk drawer was proof.

Arato Hisako had changed his life; now it was his turn.

#soueri #sorina

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myrandomfandomramblings · 3 years

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Madarcher fanfic - In which Alice and Robin try on some of OUAT's most iconic gowns

It had been six months since the united realm was created and Alice and Robin had split their time between their two favourite things: exploring and being with the people they love. They had just returned from an adventure that took them through Arendelle and the Southern Isles to Neverland, Avalon and Treasure Island. It had been the perfect opportunity to practice the seafaring skills Nook had been teaching them and they were eager to tell him all about it and hopefully convince him to accompany them next time. Therefore, as soon as they had docked their borrowed vessel at Storybrooke marina they made their way to Alice’s Papa’s new place of work, Mr. Gold’s Pawnshop.

Nook had taken over running the shop shortly after the realms were united as a way to honour his old friend. He also viewed it as an opportunity to get to know people and be connected with the community. It didn’t hurt that organizing the store was essentially a treasure hunt, either. When the little bell above the door rang announcing the girls’ arrival Nook immediately dropped what he was doing to envelope them both in a hug. After touching on how much they missed each other. Alice quickly took hold of the conversation telling her Papa all about her and Robin’s latest adventure. When she was done Nook was beaming.

“I’m glad you ladies had such a wonderful time and were able to put my lessons to good use,” he offered, “and I’m glad your home in time for the ball, I was worried you were going to miss it.”

The ball he was referring to was being organized to celebrate the uniting of the realms. It had been scheduled for the 6-month anniversary of the united realm’s creation in order to give everybody enough time to get settled. When it was first announced Alice had been ecstatic. She had never been to a ball before and looked forward to dressing up all fancy and spending the night enjoying free food and dancing with the people she loved, but her busy adventures had pushed the ball completely out of her mind.

“I completely forgot,” Alice explained.

“Me too,” Robin added, “when is it again?”

“Tonight,” Nook answered, “In five hours, to be exact,” he added, checking his pocket watch.

“So, we have five hours to eat lunch, have showers, buy dresses, and get ready for the ball,” Robin supplied, “and if we want to stay at the ball later than 8pm, I think we’ll need to find time for a nap, because I for one am wiped.”

Alice nodded in agreement. Her face had taken on a look of disappointment as Robin talked but then lit back up.

“Well, it won’t be easy but if anyone can do it, we can. Where should we start?” she asked.

“I think I can help,” Nook offered, “There is a rack of ballgowns in the back that I just finished organizing. I’m sure you can find something suitable among them and while you do, I’ll run across the street to Granny’s and get us all something for lunch.”

“That would be great!” Robin exclaimed

“Thanks Papa,” Alice added, placing a kiss on Nook’s cheek before grabbing her fiancé’s hand and pulling her further into the store.

They found the rack of dresses Nook was referring to without problem and Alice immediately grabbed a handful of hangers and handed them to Robin.

“This will be fun,” Alice exclaimed, “I loved playing dress-up when I was wee but there was never anybody to play with in the tower,” she finished taking a handful of hangers for herself.

Robin had hung the dresses Alice had given her on a hook in one of the newly constructed changerooms.

“Some of these are ridiculous,” Robin said as she thumbed through them. “There’s no way I could wear them to the ball.”

“You can’t know that until you try them on,” Alice replied hanging her own dresses in the changing room across from Robin, “and even if you can’t wear them to the ball, that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun trying them on.”

“Fine,” Robin relented, “but I’m only doing this for you.”

Alice smiled and clapped her hands together. “You’ll enjoy it. Just wait and see,” she said before disappearing behind the curtain.

Robin closed the curtain in front of her own change room and began changing into the dress at the front of her pile. It was blue and looked more like a cupcake or a jellyfish then a ballgown.

She rolled her eyes but put it on determined to make this experience as fun as possible for Alice. Afterall, she remembered spending hours as a kid playing dress up with her friends and Alice deserved those kinds of happy memories too.

When Robin finally got the dress on and emerged from the change room Alice was already waiting for her and upon seeing each other both girls broke into fits of laughter.

Alice’s dress was black and burgundy with exquisitely bedazzled seems and the biggest and spikiest collar Robin had ever seen.

After catching her breath Alice spoke, “I like the colour,” she offered, “and these are kinda cool,” she added running her hand through the streamers hanging from Robin’s skirt.

“and I don’t hate that neckline for you,” Robin offered gesturing to the deep-V of Alice’s dress as a blush covered her cheeks, “but I think we can agree neither of these are a winner.”

Alice nodded, “Well then onto the next,” she said slipping back into her change room.

Robin followed suit. The next dress on her pile was only slightly better than the first but she changed into it excitedly, anticipating Alice’s reaction. Alice’s laugh and smile was all it had taken to energize Robin and get her into the game.

When Robin emerged, she was once again met with that magical laugh.

“Oh my gosh, we look like a bedroom set,” Robin laughed taking in Alice’s white, feathered gown.

It complemented Robin’s red and white dress with a seemingly quilted front, almost perfectly.

“Wait, I have the perfect thing to complete the set,” Alice exclaimed before disappearing back into her change room then reappearing in a large, white fur jacket with red lining.

Robin burst into laughter as Alice twirled to show off her newest accessory.

“We’d definitely be the talk of the town,” Robin offered.

“We could become mascots for Sleepy’s new mattress store,” Alice replied.

“Or we could try on more dresses,” Robin countered

“Deal,” Alice replied disappearing once again behind the changeroom curtain.

Robin was surprised and happy to find her next dress was actually quite pretty. It was shiny purple and strapless with some jewels inlayed on the bodice and a huge skirt.

Alice had once again beat Robin out of the changeroom. She stood waiting in a simple black, beaded dress that highlighted her figure.

(See Cruella's dress above - because I can only have 10 images)

“Wow,” Robin stuttered “You look good, like really good.”

Alice blushed and let out a short laugh, “Thanks, you look gorgeous.”

It was Robin’s turn to flush. “Thanks, it is beautiful, but I just don’t really think it’s me. Too purple. Too poufy. Just too princess. You know?”

Alice nodded. “I like poufy and colourful,” she replied, “this one’s kind of boring,” she added running her hands down her dress.

Robin laughed. “Fair enough. Should we try the next ones?”

Alice agreed and both girls returned to their change rooms. Robin’s next dress was not ball worthy, but she was having so much fun playing dress up with her fiancé she didn’t care. She quickly put it on and was surprised to find that she had beat Alice out of the changeroom. Alice emerged a couple minutes later in a stunning red ballgown with long sleeves.

“I think, that’s the best one yet,” Robin said, “you look beautiful.”

Alice smiled “You too,” she replied, “I like the green on you. It brings out your eyes.”

Robin laughed. “Thanks Al. I like the colour too. But there is no way I can wear this to the ball. It’s way too short.” She emphasized the ‘way’ as she pulled the dress down for what felt like the hundredth time, trying to keep it covering her butt.

“I don’t see the problem.” Alice teased giving Robin an exaggerated wink.

“It’s probably for the best,” Robin pushed on, “if we went like this we’d look like a walking Christmas display.”

Alice shrugged. “Nothing wrong with that. Christmas is great. Yummy cookies, snow to play in and lots of time with loved ones. But I don’t think this is the right dress either. Still a little too plain.”

Robin nodded. “In that case, onto the next.”

Robin was down to the last dress Alice had handed her. She stepped out of the change room at the exact same time as Alice and they immediately both stopped.

“That’s the one,” they exclaimed in unison as their eyes landed on each other.

“I know,” they both replied.

Robin gestured for Alice to spin and she obliged. Her gown was shiny blue, with a big, poufy skirt and covered in decorative embellishments.

“You look wonderful,” Robin said, “that one really suits you.”

Alice was beaming. “Ya, I think it’s a winner,” she said admiring herself in the mirror. “But enough about me. Look at you. Talk about beaty and elegance.”

Robin’s dress was gold, with a skirt that was long but not too poufy and an embellished neckline with off the shoulder sleeves.

Robin smiled. “It is pretty beautiful. But the real question is can we move in them.” She offered a hand to Alice. “May I have this dance.”

“Why. Of course.” Alice answered in her poshest tone.

They started by simply swaying back and forth but as they continued to dance the moves became more and more elaborate. By the time Nook returned with the food they were spinning and dipping each other all over the store.

“Save something for the ball,” he said coming through the door.

The girls stopped dancing immediately, distracted by the delicious smell wafting from the carry-out.

“You both look beautiful,” he offered, “I might even have to give you those dresses on the house.”

Alice and Robin smiled and shared their thanks before heading back to the changerooms while Nook set up the food.

30 minutes later. They were leaving the pawnshop with full stomachs and two beautiful dresses and three hours after that they were rested, showered, dolled up and on their way to the ball to dance the night away.

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