#[ baku verses ]

[lsdoiphin]

Hares, as you may already know if you've been following my better half @broncoburro or @forevergoldgame (if you're following neither, you're missing huge amounts of context for the setting!), are nothing like the hares of the real world. They are massive leporids from Northern Vestur and one of the few meurian animals remaining after a historic event known as the Great Hunt where humans wiped out most of the planet's remaining meurian species in order to harvest their meur for relics about 350~ish years ago. They are obligate carnivores and known to hunt humans when the opportunity arises.

The baku is a large, lumbering omnivore with a similar ecological niche somewhere between a panda and a regular bear. They're a rare species, endemic to a single far-flung region of the world, having only just barely escaped extinction. See, while the Great Hunt was headed and funded by the Tri-Kingdom, its reach spanned the entire known world - but the further from Vestur it travelled, the less discriminatory the hunts became. The local peoples who were paid to hunt on the Tri-Kingdom's behalf had little idea of what meur was and what meurian animals were actually useful, leading to mass to mass culling of "useless" meur-touched animals like the baku, whose unusual sleep-inducing abilities cannot be wielded by humans. Regardless of their uselessness, the damage had been done to the species, and only the mundane offshoot survives - though rumors persist about meurian baku.

Sphinxes are scavengers that can be found across the deserts and savannas of the mainland. Unlike their meurian cousin, the manticore, they never evolved meurian flame breath, and their 'stinger' is no more than a vestigial sickle buried beneath the fur of their flowing tails. Instead, they specialized further into human mimicry, using their ability to copy human speech to hunt domesticated animals, naive children, and drunkards.

Now you might be thinking: "why would a teenage girl want to own any of these as pets? None of these sound like animals that should be pets." Well, first off: you'd be hard pressed to find a young girl that doesn't want a wolf or a tiger as a pet, that's just how they are, c'mon.

Second, there are three primary reasons Rhea thinks this is a more realistic idea than it is:

Exotic "pet" owners among the upper class: While exotic pet ownership isn't big in Vestur as a whole, it has a notable presence among the Southern upper class, both noble and common. Rhea is the duchess of the Southern Kingdom so she is well aware of every instance of somebody paying excessive amounts of guilder to import something they shouldn't and stick it in their courtyard. As I've mentioned before, this is a sin Ancha is guilty of, having gotten swept up in a past "teacup baku" craze/scam some 4 decades ago. Unlike her peers, however, she kept her baku, Fig, even after he outgrew his alleged "adult size" of 1'9" at the withers. Others culled theirs once they became large enough to cause mass property damage. Ancha knows Fig is a massive, terrifying wild animal and does not recommend anyone repeat her mistake, but being raised in captivity he cannot be returned to the wild and so she's committed to caring for him for as long of his estimated 70~ish year lifespan that she's here for.

Haretouched Northerners: The "haretouched" is a strange phenomenon that exists in the North. Now, we haven't posted a formal explanation of what exactly being haretouched means yet - I'll save that explanation for Dan to write at a later date. In the meantime, to very briefly summarize what it means: occasionally, a hare will bond with a specific human. Those who have bonded to a hare are said to be "haretouched" - or more bluntly, cursed. The haretouched are treated as pariahs by broader society, though they are begrudgingly tolerated in the North itself and destigmatized by Northern nomad clans. While Northern nobility has done its best to keep the haretouched out of their bloodlines (save for the Lord of the Nomads, who is seldom acknolwedged, much less counted), occasionally a fluke will occur regardless and you end up with someone like Quincy or Lamonte. Rhea, of course, is just a Southern bystander who thinks the idea of having a murder-bunny for a friend would kick ass.

Captive beasts performing in circuses: Self-explanatory. Sphinxes especially are a popular choice for exploitative entertainment because of their mimicry abilities, and are often trained to have "conversations" or "sing."

[heterochromatica]

Anonymous asked: "I don't know how you can be friends with such obnoxious twins. Both of them bullied your best friend and have terrible attitudes as heroes. Maybe you should consider getting better friends who aren't toxic as hell."

"I can't remember asking for you opinion?"

"So, how about you shut the fuck up and mind your own fucking business?" Shoto isn't usually someone to snap at strangers, he doesn't enjoy it, he hates it, actually - but at this point he's just so done with this. He doesn't understand it. Why is it so hard to imagine that some people actually do grow up, become wiser and learn from their mistakes? Is it really such a foreign concept to these people, that some individuals are indeed capable of changing their ways?

Yes, it is true. He knows the twins can be chaotic, especially when in the same room, but both of them have proven to be reliable and trustworthy, even if sometimes they are loud and obnoxious - but Shoto really doesn't mind that? Never minded it. He likes it even.

"Cry a little louder, maybe then someone will give a shit."

[noquirks]

@dnangelic ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

" whoa — "

he is so utterly impressed !!

standing there all mouth agape and bug eyes twinkling like a country side night — pink cheeked and flustered, his hands begin to wave before him as if trying to dry away the film of sweat that was beginning to form within the crease of his over-excited heart line.

plop — ! his backpack has been shrugged off his shoulder and lands on the floor. immediately,  izuku crouches down to dig for his handy-dandy notebook.

not once do emerald eyes leave the others figure, worried that they might vanish as quickly as they'd arrived if he so much as blinks — this boy didn't look like any hero he knew ( and he knew most of 'em ), but anyone who could do such cool moves had a place within the chicken scratched pages.

standing up straight and proper once more, izuku now holds an open page in his hand along with a pen, its tip already pressed on the line ready to jot down whatever this remarkable stranger may share with him.

" d - do you mind .. um — telling me how you did that ? "

[muttakutagawa]

nobody asked but have a beastling cuz i like lookin at him

[madeimpact]

@picavecalyx || Hi I got Baku brainrot again at 1am and dug this back up

❝ You do not need to lie to me, madame. ❞

A shake of the head. A grave expression.

❝ Those shadows must claw at your subconscious more often than you admit even to yourself. How often do you truly see all of those eyes at night? What kinds of things do they normally say, if they do in fact typically speak? Whose shadows are they? ❞

Others did this too, sometimes. Perhaps it was the fear of his sudden presence in the middle of the night. That could be the case with this young lady, too...but she almost sounded as though she were trying to convince herself just as much as him.

A click of the tongue. ❝ Never mind...I imagine it's too painful to talk about. So, if you like, I have a simpler solution to offer to help you towards a good night's rest. ❞

[hwitzr]

here now, in his triumph where all things falter, stretched out on the wreckage that his own hands spread, katsuki scoffs. the damage to the street is worrisome; though minimal in appearance, the sounds of the wild ground groaning from ravage and rend makes him think twice about where to step. it's an awkward dance to reach the fabled chainsawman, one he wished he could forgoe. ( but orders are orders. even if they are hazed by pink. ) with a small spark, bordering smoke swims unheeded, cloud-colours coming and going to obstruct peering eyes. blood decends darkly from his finger, dripping. ( where there is life there is sacrifice, after all. ) it'd be easy to pick denji up and toss ms. makima's new little experiment in the car [...] but he's curious. too curious in trying to understand.

❛ you're pretty fucking weak.   ❜ he says, bending down to look at him, red meeting red. it's not far from the truth, even if the kid's still alive after a few weeks of joining. but with a soul that weighed scarce conciously, katsuki isn't going to be constrained by a contract that blinds strange laws. ❛ but you're not dead even though you should be. what's up with that, freak?   ❜

@dienju

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@nitronapalm

can i request kacchan and gougou plz? i luv them

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[heartbinders]

TAG DUMP: BAKU

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[blczin-gunwicldcr]

..... *looks away from the dash*

[sinofwriting]

Protective - Max Verstappen ( I ❤️ MILFS verse)

Words: 910 Word Prompt: Protective (Part of the I ❤️ MILFS verse) Note(s): Takes place during the Baku 2024 race weekend. Also I hate James Vowles

Masterlist | Support Me! | I ❤️ MILFS verse | Sin’s Sept. Blurbs

Logan is a momma’s boy. It’s something he’s known for as long as he can remember. It’s something that has been thrown in his face, a taunt, a tease, as if he’s supposed to be ashamed that he loves his mom. There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for his mom and that includes ending what was supposed to be a good month of silence from him other than a short interview he did just after the news broke and the quickly deleted statement he put out.

He’s no longer an F1 driver for the 2024 season, but he still is traveling with the calendar. He hadn’t used the hotel room Williams booked for him since Australia, not when Red Bull always gives Max a suite and there’s always a little envelope with Logan’s name on it that holds a key.

He had stayed completely in the hotel during Monza. He loves the amount of support Charles gets, loves how passionate they are, but it’s a lot to be around, to walk around. He also doesn’t need to hear another drunk Italian man shout about wanting desperately to have Charles’ babies.

He had planned to do the same in Baku just because he didn’t feel like exploring Baku. But then a video gets leaked.

And that’s the end of Logan’s silence.

He shows up on Friday by himself. His parents are already in the Red Bull garage, waiting for him, but they know that he’ll be awhile.

He smiles at fans when they cheer and greet him, taking his time to sign stuff and take pictures, ignoring the hungry photographers and reporters that are watching. He squeezes the hands of fans who despite what happened are wearing his number and telling them how much they love him.

He takes a few more photos before finally pulling away from the fans and beginning to walk. It doesn’t take long before someone finally pounces. A microphone being handed to him, that he easily takes and a camera trained on him and oh great, he wants to roll his eyes a bit, Will Buxton.

“Logan, how are you doing?”

Logan smiles, nodding at some of the people he recognizes from other teams as they pass by. “I’m good. Enjoying the weather.”

Will laughs and it’s so fake it grates on Logan’s ears. “And are you here for duties with Williams?”

His eyes are hungry, his whole expression is. He clearly wants to press and dig deep but is trying to be patient.

He shakes his head, “Here to support my dad. I no longer am associated with Williams.” He knows fans had speculated after seeing his name cleared from their website, but the dissociation had only become official just three hours ago.

“Really? Not even development.”

He shakes his head, smiling. “Ties have been cut, man.” He laughs.

“And Logan, the video that has been circulating these past twelve hours, have you seen it? What are your thoughts?”

“I have seen it. And it’s disgusting really. James has never been shy about sharing his feelings about me and that’s fine, I was a driver on his team, I was a driver. But there’s no reason to bring up and say things about someone who isn’t a part of the team or any of the teams, but is just part of the driver’s staff and a parent. I could see why if they were disruptive or causing a mess, making a scene, but that isn’t the case.”

Will nods, “I couldn’t agree more, Logan.”

“I also want to say thank you to all the people who have been talking about this and talking about the words he said about my mom. I haven’t yet seen a statement put out, but I hope that what he said isn’t brushed aside.”

“I hope so as well.”

“I still say I should get to punch him.” Max comments after they finish watching Logan’s interviews and Logan can’t help but hum in agreement.

“Max.” Christian sighs, though he looks more amused than anything.

“If he wants to call someone a whore, he should call himself that. He has a wife and baby at home and yet is talking about meeting with Carlos in hotel rooms. And calling Pan a bitch just because she supported Logan? Fuck him.”

“We know, Max.” GP nearly looks bored, but there’s a glint in his eyes that Logan just knows means trouble for the Williams team principal.

A throat clears and everyone looks at his mom. “I think we all need to calm down. Especially you,” she gently pokes Logan’s forehead, before running her fingers through his hair. “The protective thing is nice, but it’s not the first time I’ve been called those things and it won’t be the last. We need to be adults about it.”

Logan frowns at her words. “You’ve been called a whore before?”

Max is frowning as well and something churns in Logan’s gut.

“Yes.” She says simply.

“Momma.”

She shakes her head, “No more interviews, Logan. Not about this at least. You didn’t say anything wrong, but I don’t want people thinking that it’s okay for them to just ask and talk about.”

She then turns to Max and Logan watches as she stares at him. “Do I even bother asking you to not say anything?”

Max shrugs. “You could.”

She sighs. “Just don’t threaten him. The FIA is already looking closely at you.”

“No threats.” He agrees.

[heterochromatica]

Shoto had been awake anyway, unable to fall asleep no matter how much time he stared at the ceiling with no success. Nothing seemed to work, so the knock on the door didn't really startle him, even though he had no idea who would be knocking at his door this time of the night?

He did recognize that familiar, surprisingly soft voice that sounded so much like his boyfriend but wasn't exactly the same... or maybe he just knew because his boyfriend wasn't here tonight. Either way his reply came almost immediately.

"Yeah?" he called for the door and slowly sat up on his futon, his mismatched hair a little out of place, but otherwise just like during the day, ignoring that he was only wearing a shirt and underwear of course.

"Natsuki?"

Planned starter for @heterochromatica

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME--"

The younger of the two Bakugou twins shot bolt upright in his bed in pure panic, breathing heavily and patting his torso, then relaxing a bit when there was nothing but clothes there. His heartbeat was still pounding in his ears but after that dream?

There was no way in hell he'd get back to sleep very easily.

His brother and Zuku were both off doing stuff with All Might for OFA so he couldn't go to them.... maybe Sho? He had gotten closer with the halfling and he and his brother had both let him stay with them on especially bad nights...

Vlad already knew about his tendency to hang around 1-A at night mainly because of his brother and their childhood friend and so had talked with Aizawa to let him go over there if he needed to.

He did that now, heading to 1-A and straight for Sho's room, knocking on it lightly. "...'Ey. Sho -- Can I come in?"

[heterochromatica]

FINALLY

I have made some proper tags - more to be added soonish. Tag Dump:

[heterochromatica]

Shoto looked up as the twins entered, mismatched eyebrows wandering up his forehead. Oh. Well that was interesting. Yes, they looked incredibly alike. Like a carbon copy but he also knew that there were subtle differences to be spotted if one knew what to look for. He... didn't really know it yet. He spend a couple seconds looking them up and down, noticing the shirts both of them wore and then something odd came to his mind.

"Well-" he pointed at the one that spoke first, wearing a bandshirt Shoto didn't recognize. "You said 'who is Katsuki' while the other one wears Katsukis shirt, which both combined is typically used as a distraction in order to misguide and confuse people, so you must be Katsuki." it made perfect sense in his head even if he struggled to fully explain it.

"Otherwise you wouldn't have switched at all and then the game wouldn't make sense if you just stayed the same." because the point of their little game was switching places, right? But even after adding that Shoto realized that his thoughts probably made no sense and maybe it was just the plain gut feelings that gave him the idea and the more he thought about it, the less certain he felt.

"I'm wrong.... am I not?"

Katsuki and his brother were bored, and when they were bored, they tended to do bratty things together. After all, they weren't called the "Gremlin Twins" for nothing.

He had Natsuki wear his signature black skull t-shirt while he showed up in one of his brother's recognizable shirts.

They both walked into the middle of the common area and spoke in unison. "Time to fuckin' play the "Which one is Katsuki Game!"

As he spoke, Katsuki draped an arm over Natsuki's shoulder, leaning in with a devious Chesire smile.

@nitronapalm

[hwitzr]

when katsuki comes to, he feels a distinct seperation from himself. it is a dim, silver twilight half-anguish that weaves a drowsy image under midnight, stirring somewhere far beyond himself. he can feel the steps he takes, the street lights and closed dusk curtains that meld the sky in strange swirling colours. for a moment, he feels terrified. though the path feels familiar, one he'd take every morning for school, it diverges into colourful stepping stones in place of this steadfast pace. he tries to stop, tries to take ahold of this disturbing nightmare but... nothing happens. he keeps walking. noises whisper around him, unnerving in their echoes as broad golden fringes lay out a room he doesn't remember stepping into. it is gaudy, fantasy-esque in grandeur and splendour. red affrayed eyes peel wide open.

at some point there will be an edge and katsuki wonders if that is how the dream will end. he will wake up and get ready for school, take that test that has kept him up all while forgetting this abstract sight that grips with sharpened nails. [ he ignores the heavy weight that settles in his stomach, how it feels his knees are sinking into the smooth-sculputred stone. ] he'll wake up. he'll forget this ever happened, he's sure.

@duetas

[fabbyf1]

The Salt On Your Skin (Pulling Me In)

It was the first time Charles realized he was falling in love with him.

He realized it again the next morning when Max brought him breakfast in bed. 

And again, when he made Max laugh so hard that he snorted. 

And again when Max sat next to him while Charles played the piano. 

He didn’t fall in love with Max all at once, but somewhere in the small moments over the last four weeks, he had fallen so in love with him that he couldn’t imagine his life without him. OR: They fall in love during the break between Australia and Baku.

Part IIII of The Warming Verse.

Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen | 15k | Read on AO3

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

githhhw verse, would they ever have a threesome? who would it be with? what’s the longest lando has teased oscar for?

OH MAN OKAY

None of y'all have asked the question I thought you would ask, but instead you come for me with the hard questions.

Answer below the cut, discussions of threesomes, D/s dynamics, orgasm denial

Would they ever have a threesome? The SHORT answer to this is probably not. I think they're both a little too psycho possessive of each other to actually allow someone to enter their dynamic unless it was in a more permanent capacity (read: polyamory vs just a threesome)

The LONG answer, while still probably not, is that there would probably be like...the right time, the right place, the right person could MAYBE make it work.

Now i was in the middle of writing a very long answer on why Lando would probably prefer the other person in the threesome took on a more submissive role, however, the more I wrote about it the more I was like...honestly, he likely wouldn't care about dynamic. I think he'd like to see Oscar whimpering because of him AND another partner domming him and topping him...and that's...hmmm yeah now I'm thinking thoughts.

Anyhow, if they did have a threesome, likely their third wouldn't be allowed to partake in penetrative sex with Oscar, but they'd likely be okay to fool around with other things.

As for whom...well...that's just it, isn't it? Oscar's always found Charles incredibly attractive, and probably thirsts after him still (he definitely followed Charles on instagram for the thirst traps). But Lando and Charles aren't....besties, that's for certain, so I think that this could end up being a little rancid in a bad way. (Charles tries to prove he can treat Oscar better, and Lando tries to prove he can't, and Oscar just feels kinda like a toy but not in the fun way in a shitty way where he doesn't feel like he has agency)

Max Verstappen would be an option, Lando trusts him, Oscar trusts him, but I feel like there would be some butting heads.

Possibly Logan Sargeant in that longing, long term best friend crush that you never made a move on, and now your best friend has a hot dom boyfriend that made it happen kind of way. It would probably be the least rancid of the three above, and honestly probably a little sweet.

Likely though, if any of this happened, thirds would only be allowed in voyeur-esque situations....(no comment)

AS FOR DENIAL....If you're referring to how long Lando's gone without letting Oscar come, as mentioned in "We Can Do This Shit Forever if it's Lust, Yeah," Lando threatens not to let Oscar come until he wins his next race. Which...canonically is Baku. Now, I'm a little nicer than Lando after the Belgian GP. Likely at some point during the current fic I'm working on "I'm So Lonely and You're the Only One That Knows Me," he does get Oscar off (they get a little...out of control when they start their kink negotiation stuff and Oscar drops into subspace and Lando can't help himself but make Oscar come), and THEN it's at Baku. So currently...just shy of like...6-ish weeks, roughly, is the longest Lando's denied him. NOW I swear y'all are looking for spoilers about [redacted][redacted] which YOU AREN'T GETTING YET.

If you're just referring to how long Lando's teased Oscar in the bedroom without letting him come...he's definitely gone for a couple hours or until Oscar's sobbing, whichever comes first, tbh.

If I didn't answer the second part well enough please feel free to clarify. I am here, dying in bed because my workday was INSANE.