#this is like as close as im going to get to champions on the big screen gkldsgsd

[meruz]

i adore this lil teen squad.. thank you atsv for something so easy to make into a highschool au fanfic

#this is like as close as im going to get to champions on the big screen gkldsgsd #across the spider-verse #spider-verse #miles morales #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #gwen stacy #meruzart #marvel #comics #i drew this to make into a print thats why its so long gsdligkhsgsd

[amaranthineghost]

NOW IM BACK IN OUR EMPTY APARTMENT, LOOKING AT THE PIECES I WISH WERE YOU ( max verstappen. )

max verstappen x reader

an imperfect relationship between world champion max verstappen and a busy college student now filled with more tension as he fails to hold his tongue after a disappointing race.

authors note: love writing for max, i might have to do it more!!!

HE DIDN'T MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN. it snowballed into something he had imagined before but never would've expected it actually happening to him. he could normally control his temper, especially when it came to her. sure, there was a few moments that stood out in his career when he had gone over the limit on certain occasions, going as far as to push another driver, but he would always separate his home life and his career.

at least he would try to. the australian grand prix hadn't played out like he had wanted, or anyone for that matter, because no one wants their car to get fucked and have to retire. especially on the third lap, it was just embarrassing. he was struggling the entire weekend, though his spirits temporarily lifted when he had managed to get pole position. he knew he would, but after the struggles throughout the practice sessions, he hadn't been too sure.

he just wished she would've been there to see it, but she was stuck in their apartment with their cats, jimmy and sassy. she had to do her college work, that was due all too soon, before she could go running around to his races. despite being financially supported by her talented boyfriend, she wanted things to do when he wasn't around, and while school work wasn't exactly many people's cup of tea, it was hers.

she liked the possibilities that came with the experience and maybe one day, she could land a job that would put her in line with her beloved driver. sure, she loved visiting the paddock as a wag, but she would love it more from behind the scenes. of course dating a driver, she already gets to see more than the average person, but she wanted to do something worthwhile with her time in the paddock.

he understood, but he had the only condition of letting him pay for her schooling. debt wasn't fun, and he wouldn't let her fall into that burden. besides, max would love to be able to see his girl working hard in the paddock, but now he wasn‘t so sure if she was his anymore.

he was agitated, she was stressed, and they both knew they didn't mix. they should’ve just waited to see each other in person, but they were both missing each other at the time.

she watched the race on the tv in their bedroom with her laptop on her lap with her latest, big assignment due in the next few days. she was struggling, and she figured it was better to get as much time to work on it as possible so she opted out of flying to australia. still, she watched, hardly stressed, because she knew max was an amazing driver.

but come the race on sunday, his dnf shocked her. she was riddled with worry and part of her wished she had been there. maybe if she had been, this whole thing could’ve been avoided, but the stress she felt now would’ve only worsened had she been with him.

upon the smoke trailing out of his car, hearing the commentators say he had dropped positions, seeing the puff of smoke when his car rolled down the pit lane, the fire on his brake duct, she shut her laptop instantly. now she was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyeing the screen closely, phone on standby to call him after. she leaned her head on her hands while her elbows dug into her legs.

she watched his tense answers to the media, his uninterested attitude because she knew all he wanted to do was get to his driver's room for peace and sulking. she knew and yet she still made the mistake of calling him right after.

she hadn’t waited long for him to answer, but he didn’t answer right away. hearing no answer from his side of the phone, she spoke first.

“hey,” she spoke as gently and nicely as she could.

“hey.” his voice was short and straightforward, as if he didn’t care about anything she was going to say.

finding the right words to say was like walking on eggshells and there wasn't a lot of room to go. she just hoped she took a step in the right direction when she asked him, “how are you doing?”

“what do you think?” she sighed, biting at the inside of her cheek

“not great,” she muttered, he hummed back in response, which just made her even more unsure of her next words, “ ‘m sorry you has to retire from the race.”

“sorry doesn’t fix the car,” she heard him mumble under his breath, earning a scoff from her.

“excuse me?” her tone was like she had accused him of something, “i get you’re mad right now max, but that doesn’t mean you can be an asshole. i’m just trying to help.”

he scoffed back and she could feel the eye roll he would’ve given her, “yeah, well you're not.”

“what is wrong with you?” she stood up, anger coursing through her.

“i don’t know, maybe the fact that my race was fucked and now you’re bitching to me about my attitude.”

she hadn’t thought before speaking, in moments of high stress she just said whatever she felt, and so did he. what she felt right now was annoyance and anger, “fuck you max,” was all she could spit back, taking a deep breath being speaking again. “news flash, you’re not the only person in the world dealing with shit, it's one race that you got out on, grow up.”

with that she hung up, and he heard the dial tone from his phone, regret beginning to seep past his clothes and into his skin, his nerves, his brain. he just majorly fucked up the most important thing in his life because to him she was more important than his career points, the car, the championship, his entire career, and he just threw her aside in the height of his anger.

he tried calling back immediately after he realized what he had just done, but it had just gone straight to voicemail. when that all failed, he spammed texts, or paragraphs more like, about how sorry he was and how she didn’t deserve the attitude he gave her, but it did nothing.

she sat and watched as the texts and missed calls flooded in. while she understood he was angry, it didn’t give him the right to talk to her like that so she left her phone unanswered while she had gotten up to pack. in less than a few hours, she knew max would be back in this apartment, probably on his knees, begging for forgiveness from her. she knew she would forgive him the moment he did so she wanted to get away before he could.

it didn’t take long, she hadn’t packed her entire life away, but a single suitcase and carry-on bag was enough to last her until she decided to patch things over. taking one last look over her shoulder, one last pet of their cats before she had closed the door behind her. knocking on the apartment door of their neighbors to ask them to care for the felines like they did whenever he left for races and she went alongside him.

but in recent months, moreso in the 2023 season, she found herself attending fewer races than she used to because of the growing tension and stress between the pair. it didn't help that they didn't talk it through, they couldn't because they didn't have the time. she had college, he had formula one, and they both had no time to meet in the middle to amend whatever was broken before. whatever was broken remained as such and only cracked further as time went on and the pressure increased.

they knew they should've come together and met in the middle, but they were both petty and too stubborn. it was another reason they clashed, but they also just worked so well.

he was hoping this was going to be the one time they could've found that time to talk, to sit down and have a deep conversation that lasted hours, that they would've ended up getting side-tracked from and begun to talk about random topics, like they used to. laying on her back with her head in his lap and his fingers through her hair as they laughed at funny memories, or moments they had experienced together.

but when he came home to a quiet, empty apartment, he knew. he knew he shouldn't have hoped for something that was unlikely to happen. his cats rubbed against his legs as he walked about the apartment. dirty dishes that had yet to be washed sitting in the sink, blankets unfolded in the couch and doors left open. the air was stale without her presence and he was left to wallow in it. her absence was a sting against his skin as he kicked off his shoes, seeing a couple pairs less than what there usually was, hanging up his coat alone because hers were now gone.

everything was a reminder if how he had treated her, the words he spat like venom all because he had retired from a single race. he can't stop hearing her venomous last words to him, her tone was like he was the scum on the bottom of her shoe. he might’ve well have been because he sure felt like he was. a piece of trash for the way he spoke, granted he was angry, but he didn't have the right, he never would have the right to talk to her like that.

the floorboards creaked under him, cutting through the silence only interrupted by the sounds of his clothes brushing together as he walked. he peered into the various rooms of the house, seeing half the items she would normally have that had been left behind. pieces of her he was left to further sulk with.

it was cruel, but he understood cruel was what he deserved. he deserved seeing the messy, unmade bed that remained empty for hours after she left. covers pulled back like she had just gotten up to see him, except she hadn't.

she was gone, and he hadn't known where, or if she would even come back. he could only hope that she wished to mend their cracked and shattered relationship as much as he wanted now.

he could only hope.

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[ethansluvbot]

hey!! could u write some random jack champion headcanons ? some can be what hes like general and some about what being in a relationship w him is like?? ty!!

JACK CHAMPION HEADCANNONS

warnings: none just fluff!

an: i have like 7 or 8 jack champion request so expect more pics of him! i do have school tomorrow so i should be able to post once or twice tomorrow :) this is a little shorter because i already have a head cannon post up!

before you guys began dating you were defiantly both super close. everyday you guys would either be hanging out or facetiming.

gets super shy when you bring up his movie performances. you would tell him how good he did and he would immediately blush.

jack, trinity and you have a weekly dinner/movie night. you think its adorable of how he sees her as a younger sister. you would definitely bond with trinity as soon as you met her.

he is so whipped for you. he's always thinking about you. definitely will do whatever you want him to.

he practically forces you to learn new dances for tiktok.

measures you everyday that you are his. he would never make you uncomfortable with other females around. he sticks right by your side like a human puppy dog.

HE LOVES PHYSICAL TOUCH LIKE SM

random baking moments

definitely loves going live with you. (even if you're insecure about it)

when you guys cuddle he'll put his whole weight on you. you'll be begging for air while he's passed out on top of you.

"get off," you sarcastically gasp for air pushing his shoulder. he lets out a dramatic sigh looking at you with pleading eyes.

"fine," you roll your eyes waiting for him to put his weight back on you.

hes texting you 24/7. if you are sleeping he spams your phone until you answer.

JACK: y/n wake up i miss you

JACK: Y/N Y/N Y/N

JACK: do you not love me anymore :(

*7* missed calls from jack :)

loves when you do his makeup. he also loves when you let him join in on your skincare. he's usually the one to buy all of your skincare.

his dad jokes make absolutely no sense but you pretend you understand. you let out the fakest laugh to most of them.

he loves you wearing his clothing. it makes him feel super secure and happy about it.

hes wayyyyy taller than you so he always has to lean over. he kisses your forehead very often.

your parents and him are like best friends. you always hear "where's jack?" "when is jack coming over?" "should i set a place for jack?"

you guys enjoy going to hockey/baseball games together.

you guys switch between being the little and big spoon. jack usually forces you to let him be the little spoon.

eventually, you both decide its time to adopt a cat together. even though jack already has a cat you want to have a "kid" of your own.

he lowkey takes longer to get ready than you do. even though you have to do haircare, skincare and makeup he somehow takes even longer.

he loves pda

you guys released a baby sea turtle together at the beach. jack started to cry a little bit as you laughed.

late night drives to tacobell

he has a lot of 0.5 pictures of you.

forces you to have matching outfits.

lets you buy stuff occasionally on his card.

you guys watch scream, avatar, 13 reasons why and the notebook together.

you force him to be team peeta, atlas and conrad. (im sorry if that's not your fav boys lmao)

reading together :)

traveling frequently

makes you food (he sucks at it)

#jack champion x reader #jack champion imagine #jack champion #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #ethan landry imagine #scream 6 #scream 6 imagines #avatar #atwow imagines

[aryxchse]

hiii would you do percy x daughter of zeus hcs? but reader is more like hera’s daughter?? i hope that explains itself like reader has attributes a daughter of hera would have

daughter of the heavens / percy jackson x daughter of zeus! champion of hera! reader.

a / n : ah, my favorite trope. hera adopting zeus' children and being a better parent for them🤭 i know being both child of zeus and champ of hera is hoTTT

warnings : omg i didnt cursed ig??

- he's scared

- you're the children of most feared two gods

- you have your fathers powers and hera's rage

- you weren't the best go to option in becoming friends for the campers

- that's why percy thought he was doomed when he saw you two spared for the sword practice

- but it didn't go the way he planned

- you did fight good and kicked his ass, don't get me wrong

- but you were so kind afterwards

- "you okay? did i accidently zapped you or something?"

- my man was shocked

- "n-no thanks, im okay."

- "your stands are too open by the way."

- normally he would be annoyed

- and overthink

- but right now he wanted to be close to you

- and give a little show to the camp, about two children of the big three is practicing together

- "can you fix me?"

- percy 'smooth' jackson everyone

- and, the sweet and kind you, obviously showed him how to stand good

- you were very outgoing and friendly, so it was easy for you two become close

- thanks to the fates or aphrodite, next day was his turn in the cabin check

- and luckily for him, you were assigned together

- "hey jackson."

- "wassup l/n."

- you both were eachother in different fonts fr

- and people thought you guys would fight already at some point

- but it never happened

- the more percy got close to you, the more he realised you were more like hera

- even though you're just her champion

- you hated zeus and didn't wanted to be his stereotypical child

- and percy definetly sees that

- you had your dads good (suprisingly he has a few) traits thats all

- like how you were a natural leader, and you can get competitive when you need to

- and think fast during attack

- but the other was just hera

- you were so motherly, even to percy

- "the weather will be cold, i can feel it. put a sweater on."

- jason doesn't know how you both become besties this easy but he wasn't complaining

- yeah he joked around and said don't date but like he shipped you guys from the start

- he'd love to have percy as brother in law fr

- percy eventually developed a crush on you because of how your characters matched

- you both loved pegasus riding for example

- and surfing

- you would blow a cold wind towards him when the weather is too hot

- and he'd make the water more warmer if it's too cold for you

- little things like that made you develope (is this how you spell?) a crush too

- after coming back from tartarus, percy didn't liked making things wait and he immediatly started to work on a confession plan

- he wanted to impress you, because you were the daughter of the king of the gods

- also his wife's champion

- you were olympus' princess fr

- no matter how much he tried, he didn't get the chance

- he made blackjack shape the clouds as hearts, but whenever he tried to say something someone appeared

- or you had to go because someone called you

- he tried like this for two weeks

- and then he started to get anxious and tired of it

- so when you both sat on the zeus cabin's roof, percy confessed

- "the stars are reall-"

- "im in love with you"

- your shock appeared in the sky and you accidently struck a lightning

- "wHAT-"

- my boy decided to never suprise you that night

- but you both started dating obvi

- POWER

- COUPLE.

- zeus is a hater but who cares

- hera is too but she is happy as long as you're happy

- and besides, percy's fatal flaw is loyalty so what could possibly go wrong?

- you two always pick eachother during quests

- and you guys fight in harmony

- you're in the wind i'm in the water fr

- katara and aang is that u???

- percy often tries to impress you

- because you're so unintentionally cool

- but you always wave him off by saying 'you can trip and fall but i'd still find you hot'

- and he blushes like a little girl

- your emotions are always mirrors the weather in camp

- so he tries his best to make you happy

- because once you made a rainbow when he gifted you a hand made paper flower

- idk how dont ask

- you often zap percy to remind him that you love him

- like it's your way of saying i love you

- and he splashes you in return

- you both have so much fun together

- long story short

- u guys are the coolest fr

#I AM THINKING AN IDEA FOR THIS REQUEST FOR WEEKS NOW #I AM SORRY THIS SUCKS #I COULDNT THINK A SINGLE THING #😪 #percy jackson #perseus jackson x you #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson series #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson headcanon #pjo show #percy x you

[shygirl4991]

Do you have any theory's on the TV adware?

i mean this might get long xD So when watching through the TV adware the first time i felt like he works kinda like a Genie. So starting with "SMG4 are you ok?" SMG4 wanted to have that collab video with Mr yest so he helps SMG3 with his streaming stuff in hopes to get the collab he wanted

being reject he starts to spiral thinking that making more content will make him more with it. Slowly becoming a content farm with all the toads he had slaving away making content, in which SMG3 sense something is off

as we know he gets SMG4 canceled only to help pick him up to learn that quality is more important. Which starts him on his journey to make the perfect video over time he gets frustrated and angry that no matter how hard he tries the video isn't coming out perfect to him, im wonder if at the moment SMG4 wished he had help or something to inspire the perfect video thats when the adware first showed up! When i first thought about who the TV adware is i wondered if he gets attracted to people with strong desire/wish since he knew exactly what to say to four

from what i have read and seen on genies when a wish is granted you have to pay a price or it doesn't go exactly how the person wants it to go due to wording. The keyboard sure does something with four as he types away making the video as he mumbles its gotta be perfect, the downside is that he isnt himself lost in his thoughts of making the perfect video not caring about anything else. As the movie goes on we get to see SMG4 inner thoughts which im guessing is whats playing on loop in his head, which is what makes doing the perfect video harder on him. Could be something the keyboard is doing to keep control over four not expecting that there is someone close to him that knows the feelings that he is experiencing. Attempting to escape SMG4 gets pulled back, he made a deal he did the wish and he cant leave till it has been completed

skipping ahead since we know how this ends we are in "SMG4: Our new home" SMG4 is out shopping for a new place for him to live since he was just chilling in peach's place the whole time and now that castle is gone. Boopkins who is currently working as a sales agent helps SMG4 look around for a new place, but nothing is sticking. Which i again think he more then likely wished he could find a place that was around his price range and he can call home

boom suddenly this pops up

boopkins never seen the listing before even though it says its been on the market for 2 days, the conflict being that the teletubbie team came in ready to take the land he just got (im sure now that the crew live on the land the adware can keep a better eye on them for entertainment)

in which funny enough yet again SMG3 saves the day by hitting the teletubbie with the van. ( I swear SMG3 is always saving fours butt) Now we go to "Western Spaghetti" where the crew gets trap in a simulation by one shot wren, Meggy idol from her childhood. Wren being the splatfest champion, he was popular had all the money and friends due to being the champion but then he lost a splatfest. He ended up losing everything he had the big fancy house the people he hanged out with he ended up homeless and alone.

there im sure he wished to be a champion again to be on top and thats when he got the letter and was gifted the digital world where he could put himself in a never ending splatfest. But being the champion without a rival is boring which im sure is the part two of his wish getting Meggy to him since im sure with his obsession with splatfest he never missed watching it and he saw her win the last one.

only to be stopped by Tari who is always connected to the digital world and figured out what was going on, even though it took her a while she got everything set to help the crew escape the digital hell they were in.

from the way Wren looks im sure the downside to his wish is the decline of his own health he looks pretty bad and his obsession with being on top and seeing that he was losing his champion position again made him snap pushing the machine to bring the digital world to the real one. Cause everything to crash and burn on him

Now we enter WOTFI 2023 where we learn that the adware was behind this mess to.

im guessing the pizza stand isnt as popular anymore which means Marty isnt making money, since the only reason he is here is because Mario didnt want to run the stand. The pizza stand being his main reason to live (im guessing) maybe he wished he had something new and spicy that could bring people in which is when the fax came in. But at the same time given the ending to WOTFI 2023 it seems the adware is aware of us the viewers and since we picked what SMG 3 and 4 would do i wonder if he was also granting our wish to be more involved with smg4 videos.

The downside to our wishes could be the ending we get since it was a battle with SMG3 and 4 against Marty and Mario. that's my theory on the TV Adware but i might be way off haha but it was fun writing this down hope those that read this enjoyed my rambles :D

#smg4 #tv adware #tv adware theory #smg4 tv adware #smg4 theory #ask shay

[tinypeaceconnoisseur]

LACY ( lestappen ) Part 3 baby !!!

* Sweet sexy Lacy ,

I'm losing it lately,

I feel your compliments like bullets on skin *

It is the Saudi Arabia GP and the whole team is in Jaddah now . We recently found out about carlos's appendix. Turns out , he cannot drive and is requiring immediate surgery. Im sitting on the red loveseat in the hospitality, as the team buzzes around in total chaos. We cannot afford to not compete this weekend , they will have to bring in the reserve . The reserve driver , as it turns out, is a young rookie from F2, Oliver Bearman . Fred brings him in a few hours before quali . He has fluffy brown hair and matching brown eyes and he looks at everything as if it's the best thing he has ever seen . I even caught him stealing glances of me with starstruck eyes. It reminds me of when I was his age and equally ( if not more ) awestruck my sebb . The difference however is , he was Sebastian Vettal , 4 time world champion and I was nothing . I could not stop myself from feeling that I would end up disappointing my young teammate and that thought made me sadder than it had any right to. The qualifying was an hour away , so I walked out to clear my thoughts . Eventually I found a secluded place next to the Williams motor home. Just as I sat down and had closed my eyes , I felt movement next to me . I sighed , mentally preparing to be social again , but when I open my eyes , I came face to face with none other than max verstappen. He grinned at me and I felt myself relax a bit . Max was one of the few people who seemed to actually get me . Just as a comfortable silence set in , Max asked me ,

"So......... the new rookie will be driving? "

I just nodded my head. Max's grin widened.

"Well from what I've heard , he's a big fan of yours eh. Must be a childhood dream of his, driving for ferrari and that too with you ."

I wasn't so sure. Driving for ferrari was indeed every drivers dream but that's about it for him . How max seemed to have so much trivia about everyone was lowkey astonishing, but given the fact that he barely had to worry about the race probably gave him a lot of free time . Anyways , I was not about to object to anything he said , so I just made a non committed noise . Unfortunately for me , Max seemed to have caught on to my lack of agreement. He turned towards me with a frown and a raised eyebrow and I was forced to elaborate.

"I don't think hes too excited about me Max" , I told him gloomily.

He's frown deepened.

"Who told you that ?", he demanded angrily. Huh ." No one " , I replied truthfully and a little confused, " It's just , I'm not Sebb or Lewis yk ?? I'm not the kind , helpful person and nor am I a living legend. ,"

Okay , now he looked a little incredulous and the sudden realization of how whiny I must have sounded hit me like a ton of bricks . I flushed bright red and turned to quickly go curl up in a ball , but Max was stopping me .

"Sit down" , he commanded , looking way too determined for my liking .

"Now I'm going to talk and you will listen very carefully. Understand?" I simply nodded .

"Charles you are one of the best drivers on the grid " he shot me a glare as I tried to protest " You are amazing with the car , nice to everyone and an inspiration to many , many young people . Anyone will be honored to be your teammate , get it? . You have put that shitty car to places it has no business belonging to and you must be proud of your self . I will NOT tolerate you critiquing yourself like this . Do you understand? "

Yep , this was a fever dream because there was simply no way I had the current world champion lecturing me about self esteem . This was simply absurd , but It was real . Just as max appeared to start looking uncomfortable, I felt myself smile . A real one this time. Before I knew what happened, I was hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around me without hesitation .

I knew that it was going to be alright.

PS : This is charles pov , different from the pattern the previous ones followed cause I felt the lines worked better with him . It's also longer than the other cause I kinda got carried away lol😆 .

#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lacy olivia rodrigo #formula one #ollie bearman #saudi arabian gp 2024

[grailknightmonty]

it starts and ends in a garden.

i keep coming back to the good omens mianite AU so have a funky little illustration :] I just. I just love them a lot

Ref + what story I've thought about below the cut!

(Spoilers for Good Omens S1 and S2 ahead, be wary if you haven't watched and wanna get into it without prior knowledge)

At its core, this AU is basically good omens but with the cast of Mianite, with a few revisions to tie it a little into the mcytverse (while also not like compromising the integrity of the show version of the story) I got inspired by AdamMonter's AU and decided I wanted to give it a go myself after i watched S2 and reawakened my fixation :D

Jordan is this universes Aziraphale- the angel stationed to guard Eden and look out for humans (intended to instill in them the ways of goodness through righteous balance and justice in the name of the High Goddess) - and Tom is Crowley, or the snake in within the Garden, sent up to cause chaos and tempt humans towards evil shenanigans in the name of Dianite, or the devil in this case. They stand on two opposing sides of whats meant to be an all out war between Heaven (under Ianite) and Hell (by Dianite) on whether Ianites form of order (borrowing this from Aitheaca) or chaos will reign supreme- or basically the big ol apocalypse. I made Mianite the Metatron because idk what else to do with him mianite im sorry i didnt wanna make ianite the metatron if i swapped it even though it would make more sense for mia and dia to be fighting SOBS

Tom n Jordan grow close over their centuries on Earth together that when everythings meant to go down and destroy the world they've made their own, they fight to stop the apocalypse from happening, and by the end of it, are subsequently punished by their respective sides- only to not be affected and left alone when they seem to have absorbed the powers of the other (no one seems to realize they can swap bodies). Series 2 follows what they uncover by the end of it a plot to restart armageddon, in which they want Jordan to take over as the head of it after the former champion/supreme archangel is ousted for disagreeing- and had shown up with a non-existent memory nonexistent at Jordan's.

(im switching to list im done with prose xD)

Jordan runs an antique shop instead of a bookshop, he seems like he'd be more into little trinkets and old school machines, stuff he could tinker with. its still got that certain charm to it though

Capsize is Nina from the coffee shop (give me coffee or give me death seems like a thing Capsize would name something) and Sonja is Maggie who runs a record shop. aka the lesbians from across the street you know what I am

For something hilarious Tubbo is the Antichrist, aka the child meant to start and lead the War (leaving it as is bc its funny but not the literal antichrist) He's meant to join a government family to put him in a place of power, but due to a mix up ends up with an In the meantime, Tom and Jordan act as godfathers to the other child (who they assume is the antichrist, it would be funny to make this Crumb or something) in hopes that influencing them to good/evil respectively would neutralize them out- only to eventually realize its the wrong kid

Wag is Anathema, the descendent of a prophetic wizard who was scrutinized for their foresight and becomes the carrier of those prophecies (for my sanity ive chosen to get rid of the Newt-Anathema romance thing idk it. it just aaaa and turn into wag and his bros aka FyreUK tryin to use what they know to stop the apocalypse from their end)

Angels are Ianitees (save for Capsize), and Demons are Dianitees. Ive gone back n forth with who would be who and I still have no answer so. all I'll say is that Andor is Muriel thats all thats important /j C:

The other option was to make Satan the Darkness/World Historian and Dianite is the Lord of Hell (Beelzebub) with Mot as Gabriel but do i look like I know? idk do we need ineffable bureaucracy i could always alter that a little too... idk

tubbo as the child of the world historian who wouldve thought… edit what if like carrier of the darkness

anyway thats all enjoy this nonsense ;)

and screenshot I referenced for the drawing! I know its low qual dont worry about it i just needed to see where the trees were so i knew how many to paint LMAO

#ineffable champions AU #mianite #mianite au #captainsparklez #artists on tumblr #tom syndicate #good omens au #mcyt fanart #story development #gkm arts #lafakiwi draws #digital art #illustration #where i can put tucker? idk #again im not like. doing a lot with this #just sitting here. brairnotting. rotating them around in my head #the plan was that i was gonna try to break off from mianite for some art variety by hyperfixating on something new but whats happened #is that theyre holding hands now and forcing me to realize the parallels between them in AU form #i never plan to write more of this just doodle it once in a while smiles #captainsparklez fanart

[dayslynthesix]

i think it's missing something really important at the Ferrari garage: a Brazilian mechanical engineer, so let's work

after the double failure in azerbaijan, mattia went to his last resources to bring the brilliant engineer a colleague indicated him, what he wasn't expecting was for his first drive fell for the girl, or the friendship she built with almost all the paddock

ps: im so happy about the p5

ps2: i was waiting canada gp to post this one because i was so afraid about the bad luck

charles leclerc x fem!reader

pronouns: she/her/hers

an: as i said before: english it's not my first language, so be patient with me, please, and nothing write here is real, its juts fictional

Welcome to the team | Charles Leclerc imagine | part 1

y/n was having one of those days, her boss was being an asshole with her ever since day one and today she decided to put a final dot at the shitty behavior he was putting with her. she quite, pretty and simple, she packed it up and went back to new york, a place she should have never left, after four and a half years at the best institute in the us and close to a year and a half working in some stupid company in las vegas she was done. y/n was seriously considering coming back to her home country, she missed brazil. what y/n wasn't expecting was a phone call from one of her mentors from college, anna only call her if it's big news.

"anna?" y/n answered the phone

"hey you, it's been a while, how are you?" anna asked on the other side of the line

"fine?" it wasn't an affirmation

"ok, you know im terrible with small talk, i heard you quite your job back in nevada and I'm calling to see if you had any interest working with ferrari in formula one?" the coffee you were drinking was spilled into your notebook

"am i what?"

"ferrari job, they need a new mechanical engineer and i suggested you because, well, i was your mentor and im pretty good at my job, but i can't switch places, mercedes would hate me for that and im not opening hands here, so i put your name on the table, and the board liked you"

"you're saying that they want me to work with them?"

"yesss! you just need to sign the contract, read first and sign latter, i emailed you"

"i think you got all fixed, gonna read it and maybe I'll say yes"

"that's my girl, and it will be nice having you around, i feel pretty lonely being one of the only women engineer here, think about it. i had to go, bye"

ok, you were definitely not expecting that. you liked the contract, but if your putting your hands inside the next world champion's motor car, you would be the only one doing that, you can handle the mistakes you commit, but you cannot handle others people mistakes falling into your account. you take a quick look into the contract and sign it, sending it back and less than 5 minutes later you've received another email with all the data you'll need to fix the car, a pair of tickets to montreal and a phone call from mattia and his lawyer (this wasn't that funny) but it was how y/n end up inside the first new york-montreal flight.

CANADIAN GP WEEK

y/n arrived in canadadian lands three days before the team, she had time to work through the paperwork and study the data they send her, the first recommendation she would make was to them to switch the whole block, the motor and everything. the cars and the engineers arrived the next day and the whole team the day after, she was getting along with the mechanics and they were able to full fix carlos car, charles, on the other hand, they were having trouble with the time gap, he would practice with the old motor and switch everything for qualy and the race. y/n spent the whole qualy day and night working on the hood, people got in and out of the garage, they gave her full time and space to operate the miracle they were saying she could.

it was late at night when charles got into the garage and sit down on the firts surface he saw, he stood there for a few moments, waiting for her to get out of under the car.

"hi you" charles said and y/n flinched

"dear lord, you scared the hell out of me, i could have killed you" she said with one hand on her chest, heavy breaths and sweat on her neck and hairline were evident

"with the screwdriver?" he asked and pointed to the red tool she had in hands

"of course not, with my karate skills"

"them im in seriously danger" he chuckle

"you bet you are"

"i didn't want to scare you, sorry about that, i was just passing by and decided to introduce myself" he's brake accent were really cute

"you don't have to, i know who you are and you don't need to worry, im taking good care of your car"

"but i don't know who you are, and it's rude not to introduce myself to people" he said and a small expression mark was visible in his forehead

"ok, I'm y/n, y/n y/l/n, your new engineer for the next 24 hours" you said and went to hold his hands, but quickly stopped, your hands were all dirty with grease and residue from the screws and residue from the engine, you gave him a small smile

"im charles, what about the next 24 hours?"

"well, i made a deal, if the car works good tomorrow then im staying, other way im leaving, if im not putting anything more in the team i don't see a reason to stay here"

"then i think we should hope the results. anna always says nice things about you so i think the team is in good hands"

"anna likes to flatter herself because she was the one who taught me everything i know"

"even with the car issues mercedes is doing fine, so she can show herself" charles said and it was the first time his eyes sparked, it could be because of the lights, but they were a beautiful shade of green

"she has a big ego, i hope lewis and george can handle that" y/n turned back to the tool rack

"you're not from here..." charles started in a no subtle way to make a conversation

"im not, im brazilian, i moved to boston when i was 17 because of college and never went back" he got closer "why do you ask?"

"you have a nice way to pronounce the s, it's cute, anyway, it was nice to meet you y/n, hope to see you around tomorrow"

"you will" you gave him a small wink and he became ferrari red, you keep working with the tools and the car until nearly the sunrise.

RACE DAY

you knew the race was gona be tough, alonso in one of the most difficult drivers to surpass, but carlos was pretty confident so if he was confident, you are confident, about the motor change, charles would be starting p19, it wasn't good, the way would be long and the strategy needed to work perfectly - which it didn't, charles was able to race more than 35 laps with the hard tires, he left from p19 to p6 and the pitstop put him back in p12, it was already frustrating watch those things on tv, in person was 100 times worst, but he went for it and put himself back in p6 and finished p5; it was a great result, the motor worked fine and he finished the race, carlos tried really hard to surpass max, but red bulls car was better, and if y/n were staying, she would work a lot in that car and make them look better on the straight lines.

y/n went to congratulate charles after the press, it was easy to find him, he was sitting inside the garage, writing something in his journal, he looked less unhappy than earlier, as someone who takes a lot on yourself, you knew he was struggling a little bit, hoping for a better result, he didn't see you coming

"hey you" you repeated the gesture from the day before, he raised his eyes meeting your own

"hey", he closed the small journal and paid full attention on you

"so... i came to see you and obviously congratulate you, it wasn't perfect, but with the things we gave you you did the best you could, and also ask you how the car feels, if we need to make more adjustments and stuff..." you were playing with your fingers; you never got nervous to speak with someone, but charles had something on him, probably the race suit, that make him less approachable that moment

"well, i appreciate that, honestly. thank you for coming here. and the car was nice, nothing wrong, it feels good to finish the race"

"and im sorry to interrupt your moment" you said and started to walk away

"you didn't" he stand up, you never pictured him as a tall person because you weren't a short one, but he looked so tall and his presence inside the room was so noticeable that got you an little overwhelming, again, the suit was notable "so the motors working today means that you're coming with us back to italy?"

"uh... yeah, i think so... i don't know, but probably yes, i didn't speak to mattia yet" and part of you was afraid the car died in lap 38 or something

"it was in the contract, right? the motor work and you stay" he think your accent its cute, but you could hear him talk the whole day, you had seen interviews, but in person was so graceful and you could understand him so clearly, he was so talking expressive... "y/n?" he called, taking you away of the moment

"yup, it's in the contract, so, anyway, see you, congratulations and nice race, bye" you walked away, nearly run into someone's chest

"hello, y/n. i was looking for you" mattia said with a smile

"mattia, hey, what's wrong?"

"oh, qualsiasi cosa, i mean, nothing, just checking if you're things are packed, our flight to Italy leave at 3PM tomorrow"

"so you're keeping me?"

"of course we're keeping you, you did an incredible job these two days, and we're expecting updates to silverstone and we want to see what you can do with these upgrades"

"well, thank you for the confidence and yes, my things are packed" you smiled back, mattia reminded you about your dad, and you missed your old man

"i think you and charles will get along really well" and there it was, the prophetic thing saying things like that wasn't true, but anyway, silverstone it is, you need to study the track, the race, the strongs and weaknesses about the Ferrari cars... it would be long two weeks

next part here

lets wait to Silverstone to see the way this one is gonna take, byeeee

#formula 1 #formula one imagine #formula one #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #f1 #f1 imagine

[trickstarbrave]

listen.

i have no defense for this okay. the only thing i have to say for myself is not one not two but three whole people encouraged me. i started thinking about it ha ha ironic ha ha as a joke but now look at me. dont do things as a joke theyre a gateway drug to doing it for real

anyways. heres omegaverse nerevoryn. let he who is without sin cast the first fucking stone at me.

also its not done im just horrified i wrote so much so fast

--

There were, despite the stereotypes, perks when it came to being an omega. In fact, in a way, stereotypes could be one of the perks, if you played your cards right. And if there was anything Nerevar knew how to do, it was use anything and everything to his advantage. 

There was a common belief omegas were all delicate, gentle hearted, peace-keepers--or worse, treasures that lay in wait for some big strong alpha to come take them. It wasn’t like there were no docile, delicate omegas, but Nerevar was certainly not the type. He could make peace all right--with persuasion and his blade however, not rolling over with his belly up begging everyone to stop fighting. 

Most people thought he was an alpha, given how headstrong he was and how quickly he took charge of situations. That, or he was an alpha-leaning beta given he was usually able to keep his cool in difficult situations, especially around alphas acting territorial and puffing out their chests. Nerevar never bothered correcting them either way; sure, he could turn himself into some moral champion of omegas and prove they could be just as capable of politicians and warriors, but the more likely outcome was everyone he told would take him significantly less seriously. And that would mean more heads would have to roll and well, Nerevar didn’t like cleaning up messes. 

He still had heats, having to retreat into his room for days at a time, but no one said anything. Just as easily he could be locked away in a rut, or praying to Azura for several days on end. No one dared question him, and only the most trustworthy attendants were allowed anywhere near his room to be able to smell the difference. 

On the plus side, Nerevar had many things he used to his advantage; in all honesty, the fact people thought Nerevar was a beta wasn’t unfounded. Even when an alpha went into a rut, he was mostly unbothered by it. A bit of discomfort, not to mention he needed a long bath afterwards to get the smell off him, but unlike some omegas where the scent of an alpha in rut had them going into heat right away, Nerevar could force those instincts down. And, through careful control of his mental state, he could usually calm most alpha’s down without them being the wiser about Nerevar’s secondary sex and wanting to take him for themselves. His seeming immunity from an alpha in rut was often the subject of multiple jokes by Almalexia, as the two of them would mostly sit around, having a few drinks in the quiet of her room. Well, that was until she took Vivec as her mate, then most of her ruts were spent with the warrior poet instead. 

Hence why, when his meeting with Voryn had been canceled last minute after he already made his way to Kogoruhn, he simply strolled to Voryn’s room, humming casually with a couple books and food for the other. 

Much like Nerevar, Voryn was also an… Interesting example of an alpha. Voryn was usually pegged more so as a beta based on his behavior, until you got a whiff of pheromones when you pissed him off. He wasn’t as outwardly aggressive and territorial as far as most people were concerned, but Nerevar knew him well. He disguised it as dedication and love for his house, or loyalty to those close to him, but he was indeed territorial. And instead of outward aggression, picking fights and throwing fists, he preferred to temper his aggression and instead attack them when they least expected it. He may look like he forgives and forgets, but in truth he was a viper laying in wait to strike. 

Nerevar knocked, careful not to drop the few books tucked under his arm, hearing the low growl that followed. 

“Out.” Voryn hissed, and Nerevar bit back a laugh.

“It’s me,” Nerevar clarified. “I brought you some books and some food. Servants said you haven’t eaten since yesterday.” Voryn, unlike his typical cool demeanor, was vicious and snippy in a rut. Since Nerevar grew up alongside him, he knew it very well, getting chased away from Voryn’s door every time. Well, that and the servants and other members of House Dagoth would shoo him away, warning him not to go near. It was customary to keep young alphas and omegas apart during heats and ruts respectively, for good reason. No one wanted any injured teenagers or anyone carrying children way too young. But Nerevar could still see it in the aftermath--scratch marks on Gilvoth after he came to force his younger brother to eat, broken furniture, a smashed window at one point--luckily he calmed down from physical violence as he got older. If he hadn’t, he doubted Kogoruhn would still be standing with all the magic the lord knew. 

“All the more reason to tell you to leave.” Voryn huffed. 

“You know ruts don’t bother me.” Nerevar snarked. “Hurry up and open the door before I drop your food.” 

After some groaning and growling, eventually Voryn did open the door, to which Nerevar quickly darted inside before he could take the tray and shove him out. 

“You are an idiot.” Voryn groaned as Nerevar set the tray of food on the desk, before tossing the books onto Voryn’s bed. “But that’s nothing new anymore.” 

“I told you, ruts don’t bother me.” Nerevar chuckled, trying to ignore the heavy feeling in the air as always. At the very least, Voryn’s scent wasn’t offensive; some alphas made him feel disgusting, if not a little nauseous. Voryn’s was much more familiar and a lot more welcomed, given he was used to it in much smaller quantities over the years. In fact, it was kind of nice; warm, a bit spicy, and nostalgic. 

“I can’t help but fear you’re just playing with fire when you say things like that.” Voryn sighed, before plopping himself on the bed. He was dressed very loosely, no doubt feeling hot and antsy. Nerevar, unbothered, also sat beside him with a grin on his face. 

“Come on, I’m not being that reckless.” 

“You’re tempting fate, that’s what you’re doing.” Voryn huffed. “But you’ve always been like that, haven’t you? Always pushing your luck to its limits until it blows up in your face.” 

“It hasn’t blown up in my face yet,” Nerevar asserted proudly. “Until several of Sil’s little inventions.” Voryn rolled his eyes at that.

“Because you’re constantly poking and prodding at them even when he specifically told you not to, that’s why.” Nerevar, seeing as Voryn was making a good point, instead side-stepped it entirely.

“Come on, you know you get lonely during a rut,” Nerevar instead circled the conversation back around. “Bored, stir crazy, antsy…”

“That’s the nature of a rut so I don’t rip someone to pieces.” Voryn huffed. “I’m not supposed to be relaxing and having fun but defending my territory and looking for a mate as far as my instincts are concerned.” 

“Mm…” Nerevar hummed. “I heard mate does make them easier. At least, as far as Ayem told me.” Nerevar hadn’t minded his wife taking a mate that wasn’t him; in terms of sexual compatibility, Nerevar didn’t find her very appealing. Not that she was ugly or anything--far from it! She was very beautiful, tall, strong… All things an omega should be dying to have in a mate. But there was something about her scent that put him off from ever wanting to mate. Just as well, she didn’t find his scent all that appealing either, and most political marriages didn’t end in mating even in the case of alpha and omega couples. 

“And I am in no mood to tear apart Vvardenfell looking for one.” Voryn scoffed, before laying down. Despite doing so, however, he didn’t look comfortable in the slightest. All of his muscles were tense as he laid there, stiff as a corpse. “I have things to be doing, research to do, meetings to be had--”

“Shh…” Nerevar hushed him, scooting closer to rub his back. At the touch Voryn snarled, before slowly he began relaxing, bit by bit. “There…” Nerevar smiled fondly. “You’ll have time for all of that when this is over. It’s only a couple of days right?” Nerevar asked, before working at a knot on Voryn’s shoulder. “Roll over and I’ll rub your back. You’re way too tense.”

Despite all his huffing and snarling, Voryn did roll over, face planted in a pillow, allowing Nerevar climb on top of him to massage his back. For most alphas having an omega crawling on top of them in the middle of a rut like this was no doubt humiliating, but Voryn had in fact relaxed gradually. The scent in the air turned from one of hostility and warning to more of a gentle warmth as Nerevar continued to work knot after knot out of his back. 

“What research are you working on now?” Nerevar asked, hoping some light conversation would help relax him further. 

“Mm…” Voryn groaned softly, fingers clenching and unclenching the blankets under him. “Dwarven explosive powder…”

“Making it?” Nerevar asked, raising a brow. 

“No,” Voryn clarified. “Dwemer machinery is required to actually… Make it.” He hummed softly as Nerevar rubbed at his lower back, working the especially tense muscles nice and slow. “Machinery far too large and complicated to fit into Kogoruhn.”

“What about it then?”

“Dwemeri oil has a number of alchemical properties…” Voryn continued. “I was hoping to test if their explosive powder had any as well.” 

“Without blowing up half of your stronghold, I hope?” At that, Voryn snorted, before rolling over and forcing Nerevar off him now that he was much more relaxed. With a grin, Voryn tugged Nerevar down to be laying beside him.

“Unlike you, I don’t have a track record for blowing things up unintentionally.” 

“You’re back on that again?” Nerevar groaned, offended but still laughing. 

“I’m not the one who brought it up the first time.” Voryn smirked. “Though tell me, how many times has Dumac saved you from nearly stepping on a landmine again?” 

“You’re being an asshole right now, you know that?” Nerevar shot him a playful glare. 

“Well you’re an asshole all the time and it’s never stopped you.” 

And just like that, the two were at it. Was wrestling an alpha in rut a good idea? Not in the slightest. However, the two used to playfully wrestle all the time as children and even teenagers, so it was… Oddly nice to do so again as adults. Typically Nerevar would win due to raw strength alone--and he could right now, of course--but he knew it was probably a terrible idea to piss an alpha off like that in the middle of a rut. So instead, Nerevar just put up a gentle fight, knocking several of the pillows and blankets off the plush bed, along with the books Nerevar brought earlier, all the while laughing. Then, once he felt Voryn was starting to get a bit too aggressive and his movements too hurried, he let the other pin him to the bed. 

“Gods…” Nerevar laughed, breathlessly. “How long has it been since we wrestled like this?”

“Decades.” Voryn replied, equally as breathless. “Mm… But oddly nice to get the energy out.” 

“I told you.” Nerevar grinned. “Nice to move around, get your mind off things… Sitting there stewing in it only makes it worse.” 

“Don’t tell me you go around wrestling people in heat.” Nerevar nearly choked in laughter at that. 

“No!” He had to roll over onto his side, holding his stomach from giggling. “Gods, fuck no! Azura’s mercy, I’m not that insane!” Another few chuckles followed as he tried to compose himself. “I can barely stand anyone touching me once it settles in. Everything feels so… Sharp and uncomfortable.” 

“Does it?” Voryn raised an eyebrow, but climbed off Nerevar to flop down beside him. “That sounds… Unusual.”

Nerevar shrugged. “It’s always been like that.” He admitted as though it were nothing. “You wouldn’t it get it being an alpha, I guess.” 

“Nerevar, I may be an alpha but that doesn’t mean I’m uneducated.” Voryn was oddly stern now, concerned. “Just like how you aren’t an alpha but understand how a rut works.” 

“Look, what do you want me to say?” Nerevar asked. “No healer has ever told me anything is wrong with me. It just seemed the more time that went on, the more… Painful they got?” Nerevar groaned. “Well, not really painful, I’ve found a way around it for the most part--”

“So you’re coping with it like a poorly healed injury.” 

“No!” Nerevar asserted. “It’s not an injury but a normal thing.”

“A normal process that isn’t acting as normal.” 

“Look,” Nerevar rolled his eyes, “You can bother the healers back at the palace about it if you’re so concerned. But I’ve adjusted just fine to my heats. I lay in bed, have all my food ready, stacks of books and what have you, and I deal with it.” Nerevar gave him a playful kick. “Unlike someone who went a whole day without eating.” 

Voryn rolled his eyes, getting up from the bed. “Fine fine, I’ll eat lord Nerevar.” Voryn replied, sarcastically. He then went over to his desk, finally eating the meal Nerevar brought him. 

While he ate, they still chatted and talked, Nerevar laying casually on his bed. It hadn’t been the first time he’d done it, and Nerevar expected it wouldn’t be the last with their close friendship. Even as councilman and king, Nerevar saw them as close friends above all else. The closest friend he had, honestly. 

Yet, as he laid there he found himself feeling… Uncomfortable. The air wasn’t stifling after Voryn calmed down, but his clothes felt… Itchy. Not to mention he was starting to feel feverish. Maybe that wrestling wasn’t a good idea if he was coming down with something, but he didn’t want to leave yet--he was mid conversation, after all, and it seemed like Voryn was still relaxing more and more. Yet, it wasn’t long until Nerevar was tossing and turning on the bed, trying to feel comfortable. Despite being fully dressed and indoors he got that same paranoid feeling he had being out in the open on the battlefield: antsy and exposed. 

“Are you alright?” Voryn had finished by now, coming to the bed to look at him.

“Yeah just--” Nerevar sighed. “Uncomfortable.” Then, realizing how that might be interpreted, tried to cover for it. “Not that your bed is uncomfortable, I just feel… Off, all of a sudden.” 

“How so?”

“My clothes feel itchy--” Nerevar was already scratching at his arms, writhing slightly to try and itch at his back. “It’s not flees, I just bathed… Not to mention it’s not like, bug bite itchy but like my clothes are way too rough…” 

“Stress?” Voryn asked, looking at his arms to ensure he didn’t have a rash. “I could always look at your clothes to be sure.” 

“Not a bad idea.” Nerevar began pulling his shirt up over his head to hand to Voryn who combed it over. Sure enough, the clean cloth had no little parasites or bugs crawling around in it, but already Nerevar felt relieved. He kicked off his trousers while he was at it, left only in his undergarments, much more comfortable. 

“Well the fabric is particularly rough.” Voryn remarked. “Thick material, more used for keeping warm and dry rather than relaxing. Rolling around wrestling in it probably irritated your skin.” Nerevar snorted at that, especially as Voryn tossed one of his own silk robes on top of him. He used to have no problem wrestling in the ash and dust, but now slightly rough fabric was what was going to do him in? Although, the silk robe was a lot more comfortable, the soft fabric almost soothing his skin as he curled up with it on and tied shut, breathing deeply. Voryn’s sheets were also nice and soft… 

“You are also feeling warm though…” Voryn brought the back of his hand to Nerevar’s forehead. “Not to mention I actually beat you at wrestling…” He looked concerned, “You weren’t mucking around the bitter coast again were you? Swamp fever has been on the rise there, and I know how much you love mudcrab hunting more than your own good--” Nerevar rolled his eyes.

“I came straight here from the propylon chamber, Voryn.” He did wear weather appropriate clothes given it was the cold and rainy season in northern VVardenfell, but that was just a precaution. “I wasn’t running around the bitter coast catching mudcrabs, I can assure you.” 

“Here,” Voryn stood up now, pulling the pillows and blankets back on the bed to make Nerevar more comfortable. “Why don’t you just lay down for a few minutes and see if it goes down. If not, I have a cure disease potion around here somewhere…” He then got up after piling them all back on, rummaging through his shelves stocked with an astounding amount of alchemical books, ingredient chests, and potion bottles. ‘Controlled chaos’ as Voryn would say, though Nerevar could never make sense of it. But right now he was more than content to just lay there in the pile of pillows and blankets, breathing in nice and deep as his body started to go from uncomfortably hot to warm and fuzzy. 

“I found it,” Voryn kneeled beside him, beckoning Nerevar to sit up properly. He groaned in annoyance; he just got fucking comfortable, now Voryn wanted him to sit up? But one look at Voryn’s eyes told Nerevar it was just for his own good, so reluctantly and without much fuss he sat up slightly, letting Voryn tilt his head and press the potion bottle to his lips. It briefly occurred to him he could do this himself but… Well, Voryn was just being a loyal retainer and friend right? Ever loyal, doting Voryn.. Nerevar found that trait of his kind of endearing. 

“Normally when I have to give you medicine you make such a fuss,” Voryn smiled softly, “You’re being a good boy right now, I see.” At the ‘good boy’ comment Nerevar’s breath hitched slightly as he sunk back onto the bed, Voryn piling more of the blankets and pillows around him so he was comfortable. Then, a hand threaded into his hair, rubbing at his scalp just like Nerevar liked, making him positively melt, mewling and moaning softly in pure delight. 

“That’s it…” Voryn purred, “Such a good boy, aren’t you…?” Voryn then laid down beside him, nuzzling against him, his hands brushing across Nerevar’s chest and stomach in soft strokes… 

Ah, Voryn was scenting him, something that wasn’t unwelcomed in the slightest. It was nice; being wrapped up in that warm, musky scent was only making him feel better. People would be able to smell Voryn on him after all, all over his body from his clothes to his hair and skin… Then again, he felt like he never wanted to leave the comfort of Voryn’s bed right now. He was content to just lay there being tended to, Voryn nuzzling him, feeding him, guarding him… 

“Oh Neht,” Voryn buried his face in Nerevar’s neck, breathing in his scent directly, before his tongue swiped at a scent gland. That caught Nerevar’s attention, making him moan louder, squirming in Voryn’s arms. 

“Hey--” Nerevar protested weakly. His mind felt fuzzy, but he knew that was crossing a line at least. “Watch it.” 

“You smell divine…” Voryn purred. “Nice and sweet…” He resumed the licking, leaving Nerevar whining softly, his hips moving in small circles until Voryn pressed his hips firmly against Nerevar’s ass, holding him still with a growl. His cunt throbbed at that, suddenly overcome with the realization he was empty right now, so fucking empty--he needed something in him. Right now. Fingers, a toy, a cock, just something filling him up--

Then, Voryn was pulling away suddenly, jerking his hands as though he was burned. Nerevar looked up at him confused and dazed, Voryn’s face flushed red. 

“You’re in heat.” Voryn murmured, suddenly realizing what was going on. Nerevar, however, took a few moments to process his words, before anxiety bubbled up inside him.

“No I’m not--” He wasn’t the type to go into heat smelling an alpha. He had never done so before, and he wasn’t due for his heat for a few months anyways. Besides, when he was in heat he was nesting and--

Nerevar glanced at the pillows and blankets Voryn had put around him, realizing when he had done so Nerevar felt much more secure and comfortable. He’d been antsy before, paranoid and feeling exposed until the soft, plush walls were around him. He also felt more sensitive to his clothes, feeling warm and aroused-- 

“I-I hate people touching me in heat,” Nerevar tried to explain quickly, sitting up and panicked. “I can’t be…” That was right, he couldn’t be. He hated being touched during his heat, growling and hissing as the touch was physically painful. But Voryn touching him hadn’t hurt at all, it felt…

Nerevar’s hands were trembling as he got up quickly, tugging the robe shut firmly and making sure the tie was secure, before he took off running for the propylon chamber. He wasn’t thinking clearly, he just knew he needed to not be there anymore. Something was wrong with him after all; very, very wrong with him. He paid no mind to Voryn calling after him, even as his anxiety spiked hearing the concern and anger in his voice; he just kept running through the halls, sprinting past servants and attendants until he made it to the chamber, giving quick orders to send him to Mournhold before he was teleported away. 

At the palace, Nerevar didn’t stop to catch his breath either. The air felt cold and stifling as he continued running, sprinting like a mad man until he made it to his room where he swiftly locked the door. He drew the curtains, blocking out the light until it was dark, his anxiety still not ceasing as he curled up on the bed. 

His bed felt wrong. Wrong, disgusting, cold, uncomfortable… Even as he moved the blankets and pillows he just felt worse. None of them were as comfortable as Voryn’s bed, covered in his scent… Nerevar tugged the robe off, burying his face in it, whining softly. The scent, despite being musty and strong was so comforting. He never used to find an alpha’s scent so soothing before, why now? Even when he was in heat he’d growl if any alpha even so much as came near his room, so why this? Why now?!

#nerevoryn #nerevar #indoril nerevar #voryn dagoth #dont fucking look at me

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daniel, the prodigal son. the should’ve-been. bright and extravagant, believed to be destined for greatness. the one who could’ve carried the torch. surrounded with warmth and love all his childhood, the cold hard metal of the trophies was the only cold he’s had all his childhood.

max, the golden son. the predestined champion. born and raised into this perfect cookie cutter of a formula 1 winner. all his childhood deprived of warmth and love in exchange for cold hard metal in the form trophies and over-bulging pride. and its fine. hes fine. who needs friends anyway when you’re the winner. friends and games are for losers, max. you’re better than this dont you want to make papa proud?

call it fate, call it jos verstappen but awkward, gangly max is finally stepping his foot into his dream. the very position he find himself dreaming of everytime he closes his eyes. And not only with anyone in the paddock , he’ll be up there with big and shining daniel, the sun of the grid. In theory they shouldn’t have work. max's skin was cold to the touch and daniel is the sun.

but the thing is, they do. maybe its pity maybe its curiosity but daniel, big bright daniel took him in and no one could ever deny that blinding smile, not max, even if he tries.  and thats the thing with daniel, it was the first time since ever that max wants something for himself. he wants to be daniel’s friend, he wants to be the reason for daniel’s smile, and that revelation scares him. like the wall he builds since childhood, daniel managed to chip it one by one and for once in his life max feels Warmth.

they scuffle and tumble and scrabble like schoolboys off track and max is having the most fun he’s ever had with daniel. though all is not always sunshine and rainbows. on the track, max races to the death. he takes and he takes and he takes, without thinking what or who hes taking it from because thats what hes been raised to do. driving 300 km/h headfirst into a turn with reckless abandon pushing daniel out into a spin and he never apologizes. and daniel is angry, of course he’s angry. he’s angry that max pushed him off the track, he’s angry that max gets to wear the winner's cap, he’s angry that he lets a kid 9 years his junior best him, but more so, he’s angry at max for driving so aggressively like death is just a second thought. like there’s no use of being alive if he’s not winning. like there’s not more to life than the cold hard trophies. but he couldn’t stay mad at max for so long. how could he when they stepped down from the podium all that false bravado just melts out of him and what left is still his shy max.

so he did what’s best for them. he doesnt care if half the world thinks he’s stupid, that he wasted all of his potential by leaving redbull for some mediocre team, that this very choice would be, as he now knows, the start of his downfall. he made this choice for them. for future max and daniel who doesnt let the pressure of winning get in the middle of  whatever they have together and leave them bruised and battered and cold.

and he promised. they promised that nothing will change, but promises are meant to be broken. it started with constant messages every night, driving in max’s private plane like old times, to hey sorry im busy can we take rain checks, to messages only everytime max wins, to happy birthday every year.

when did it all go wrong? he did it all for them but during the way has he fallen so far from grace that he’s not worthy of max’s attention anymore? or that max is flying so high now he doesnt have time to look back at him anymore? 2 championships and counting under his belt and meanwhile he doesnt have a seat for next year. and it hurts. it hurts so bad. the jealousy ever seeping into his bones, the restless nights of that could’ve been me. but what's done is done. the marks he’s left on the track will be washed away with rain but the mark he left on max, he hopes will last forever. that if it couldn't be him, then he’s glad it’s max.

#maxiel #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #333 #f1 #my text #formula 1 #red bull racing #merry christmass everypony #posting it here for oomf #also for good archiving #also i would say this is my magnum opus (maybe) #soent the whole second half of this year thibking abt it #ALSO #i have a chaniel agenda #or maxielecleec if you would #which is basically #maxiel break up and sebchal break up => chaniel then ekdjwk happens to lestappen to maxieleclerc

[doomed-era]

knocks on your door. champions descendants ask. also take your time (imagine this glowing in a poorly edited photo like the human i remember youre photos)

hehe

oh man this should be fun. so long story short gaffen did originally have a good relationship with all of them! they just uhh eventually deteriorated.

yunobo: they were buds...hung out at hot springs a lot when yunobo wasn't working tbh. he may be a bit of a scaredy cat but he's also the more sensible of the two and has occasionally rescued gaffen from doing something Stupid. then yunobo would go do something objectively stupid with him anyway like heading down an abandoned mineshaft. gaffen also got him to like flavored ice for some reason he used to make little popsicle things for him and yunobo and they'd try to eat them as fast as possible. i think yunobo just likes the crunch. also gaffen has tried making mud popsicles for him and he liked them.

teba: he's not really the dad friend but calls himself that anyway. whenever they hang out teba likes to be doing something productive. he's always moving around or taking care of tulin or practicing archery or whatnot. gaffen usually hung out with teba on small hunting trips I think they have battled monsters together. teba has tried to get gaffen to hold a bow differently because he thinks it's not proper form but gaffen either is too stubborn to change it or is too lazy to try another technique. also for a year or two he had a little baby carrier for tulin but tulin doesn't fit in it anymore (bc ironically gboh is set four years after botw which makes it really close to when totk could have happened if it were real. so tulin is about that age maybe slightly younger.)

riju: i'm kinda tempted to say they didn't hang out as much as gaffen did with the others pre-brainworms. however they are friends! gaffen just wandered around gerudo town and gets distracted and riju was busy a lot. if they did hang out it was usually with buliara's supervision outside of town. they liked racing sand seals especially (and gaffen sort of relates to being so obsessed with a certain species of companion animal.) yes gaffen has taken riju to see horses. he tried to teach her how to ride and riju wasn't a big fan but was polite and humored him anyway. gaffen did frequently talk to buliara about yiga problems, and usually got the latest scoop from her.

sidon: though sidon is technically training to become a king he used to be less busy than riju if he wasn't wandering around trying to rescue people or otherwise do sidon things. so they hung out quite a bit. they'd go fishing or laze around near the dam or eat bugs usually. gaffen doesn't go near zora's domain anymore and hasn't for two years and sidon is miserable about this. he wanders around the domain waiting for gaffen to come back sometimes like a lost puppy. also im ngl i think him and yunobo are friends. i think they'd like each other and gaffen invited them both to a party so they have met...

#golden blood on his hands #sidon #yunobo #riju #teba #botw au #asks #glider rambles

[vizziefizzie]

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Ethan Headcanons!!!

AKA: watch me dissect and yell about this 11-year-old in a needlessly long and unprofessional post because I'm deranged. (Yes, i do this to my favorite characters in my free time).

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General stuff:

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He/him pronouns (they/them is fine with friends... especially since he's still figuring out what sounds good to him)

Demipanromantic who feels strong aesthetic and physical attractions

(Fuck the mbti (unreliable and generalizing) so im using the big 5 (slay)) Sxx|A|i (highly social, average emotional stability and organization, HIGH agreeableness, mildly inquisitive.) (Also, side note, i usually hate categorizing people into specific personalities so please don't treat this like some holy text!!)

He does suffer from anxiety and stress over people, relationships, and everyone's wellbeing. He just wants everything and everyone to be okay!

He has ADHD

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Family:

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His dad died when he was young, but he doesn't know the details of his death

He has an older brother! But he's gone for college. Whenever he comes home, Ethan wants all the details!

His mom taught him how to make simple meals, so he knows how to cook and bake... but don't ask him what equipment he's using and don't ask for a grand meal (he will burn the house down)

He also has an uncle!!! Remember Ralph?? (I'm 99.9% sure that they're related based on the calls on the Pokégear.) He learned everything about fishing from him. Also, Ralph comes from his dad's side of the family.

Adventure and a love for the outdoors RUNS in that side of the family. And while Ethan's mom doesn't go out much, she very much enjoys hikes, and she met his dad on one!

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Friends:

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Kris was there with him in his early childhood, but she and her family moved to goldenrod. The two were close despite Kris' quiet nature.

He trusts Lyra and Kris with his life!

He has a penpal! (Spoiler, it's Dawn!)

His friends always bring out his hyper side!! He's perfectly comfortable being himself around them.

Silver.... he just wishes he could see him more without feeling... out of place? (He can tell that Silver doesn't exactly want him around, especially while he's training)

Every day, he scrolls through his contacts and gives everyone a call just to say hi!

Lyra moved in shortly after Kris left, and she quickly became Ethan's friend. The two act like hyperactive twins if anything else, and they often get the "Are you two related?" question.

Their parents get along too!! They bond over missing their old partners... though, Lyra's father just divorced.

Which, Lyra and Ethan cope together too! However, Ethan isn't as open about it.

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Mental health things:

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Speaking of!!! Ethan really does NOT know how to communicate his problems or insecurities to people. He's either silent and internal about it or screaming at the top of his lungs and having an emotional meltdown.

He has too much oxytocin.... people who know about stress hormones know exactly what I'm talking about (in short, it's craving support and physical contact to help relieve stress responses).

He's DEFINITELY an extrovert (not bc he's loud. No. People genuinely motivate him and he loves to just talk)... but some of his "cheerfulness" and giggling comes from a well of anxiety. He will laugh at anything, not bc he genuinely finds it funny (if he's genuinely laughing, it's non-stop wheezing and snorting between outbursts).

He has a "everything is okay!" attitude... especially around strangers. Sometimes it's good! Other times.... yeah, it's toxic positivity!!

He doesn't want people to stress about what he's stressed about! (So, he's anxious about his anxiety)

But on a side note, his mental health is usually great! But there are times when he's just not.

He often turns to exploring, helping others, and comfort foods whenever he's stressed... this happened a lot at the end of his journey and when he was champion (which was NOT a great time. But i want to make smth for that later.)

This kid suffers compassion fatigue from time to time!!! Especially when he's helping multiple strangers!! His friends are usually good about not asking for a bunch of stuff from him

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Behaviors!!:

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Remember the ADHD thing? Yeah, he stims.

Arm flaps, snapping (he has something good that he wants to say), wiggling, shifting (anxiously waiting (either positive or negative)), nail biting (he's concentrating), etc

He also has vocal ones like squeaking or speaking in a high (and quiet) voice like "woo!" or anything like that! He also loves to hum (not as much as Lyra though)

Also, he can't sit still in a chair... it's a short person with ADHD thing (im projecting SHHHH!!!) (Also we are the same height I HATE IT HERE (<- 7 years older than him))

[Patrick star voice] TOUCH

He uses tactile toys because he can't keep his hands to himself and he loves them!!

He loves to hug!!! Hugs!!!

Sometimes he can't shut up while other times he's uncharacteristically quiet.... it's usually because he's just observing other people or his head is in the clouds.

Maladaptive daydreaming goes BRRRRR!!!!

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Side things:

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He has a VERY messy room despite how prepared and organized he usually is for everything else. (Sometimes, his room is so cluttered, he needs Silver or Kris (the only organized people he knows) to help him get out and make it less of a hazard).

He loves sour and spicy things (sweet too.... but he needs that tart flavor with it)

He loves flowery scents but fruity ones overstimulate him

He hates grainy and stringy foods. He HATES oranges (but not the juice)

He is not a gamer. He SUCKS at them!! But, he's great with casual games like Animal Crossing (stress free!!)

On quiet days, he's usually sitting outside enjoying the breeze

He has suffered humiliation due to how gullible he is! But that was earlier on his journey, he's smarter now!

A lot of his team provides emotional support!!! More on that in a future post!

He can play the guitar!! Camp songs!! And calloused hands...

He sucks at reading!!! And he often needs to read aloud.

[UUhh I might add more!!!]

#shut up vizzie #omfg stfu vizzie #trainer ethan #i am so normal #PLEASE IGNORE THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ!! THIS WAS MOSTLY ME RAMBLING!! #I see him in a very specific way... and it's okay if you disagree! i just wanted to write it all down!! #vizzie rambles #also i misclicked the post button and i quickly deleted it but OH GOD I LOST EVERYTHING THAT I HAD BEFORE!!! #it was a lot longer than this... and unorganized. #im not tagging everyone else bc i don't want this to take up those tags!! this is mainly about ethan! #i might add to this from time to time (especially if i spot mistakes... i have a curse of not seeing them until after I've posted) #not art #just text #long post #dear god #hgss #pokemon #dont pay attention to how i organized this. just read it #hopefully I'll have some art to post soon!!! im getting somewhere with the experimental one so that's good! #bro this post is so moldy help it was sitting in my drafts for MONTHS