#Chace Racing

[nocternalrandomness]

1945 F4U Corsair at Reno Air Races

[jerzwriter]

Thank you for this ask @lilyoffandoms! I've been missing our girls! When I saw the prompt, "You're so excited all the time... it's kind of adorable." I knew exactly where this was going to go! I hope you like it! From this list.

Book: Open Heart Characters: Merida (MC), Casey (F!MC), and Olivia (F!OC) Merida belongs to @lilyoffandoms, Olivia belongs to @storyofmychoices Words: 522 Rating: General Summary: Merida, Casey & Olivia spend the day at an amusement park, and one of them is quite amusing. A/N: Participating in @choicesfebruary2024 - Philia

“Come on!” Olivia pled as she walked... no... skipped several yards in front of her friends. “Come on, guys! We have to go on The Great Chace before we leave!”

Merida and Casey didn’t pick up their pace. Eyeing each other as they sauntered through the amusement park, Casey nibbled on her ice cream cone, Merida a bright pink cotton candy. It’s not that they didn’t want to join Olivia, but they were ride-ed out. Commandeering Ethan’s car for a girl’s day at Six Flags was just what they needed, but two dozen rides later, the only ride Olivia’s friends were looking forward to was the ride home.

Still, they could be persuaded. After all, there was magic in the warm summer air as the dusk began to fall, and their surroundings began to twinkle with bright, colored lights. The only thing that could rival them was their friend’s beaming face, looking much more like a child on Christmas morning than the accomplished doctor she was. Casey popped the last bit of her cone into her mouth and turned to Merida with a shrug.

“What’s one more ride?”

Merida nodded in agreement, and they let Olivia lead the way. But Casey couldn’t contain her laughter when they arrived.

“This... this is The Great Chase?”

“Yes,” Olivia clapped her hands with excitement. “I can’t wait to go on! The line’s short; maybe we can even go on twice! The car only holds two; this way, I can ride once with each of you! What do think, do you think we could....”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Olivia,” Merida said, placing a stabilizing hand on her friend’s shoulder. “Take it easy there, love. I think we let you have too much sugar today.”

“Olivia,” Casey deadpanned. “You know this is a kiddie rollercoaster, right?”

“Well, sure. But adults are still allowed to ride it! You see!” She pointed to the racing coaster as it moved around the track. “Lots of adults are riding!”

“Yeah,” Merida shrugged. “But let’s ignore the glaring fact that they’re all riding with their children...”

“Oh, come on!” Olivia playfully pouted, rocking on the balls of her feet. “Please! Please! Please! Pleeeeeeaaassse!”

Casey smirked at Merida. “You’re right. Definitely too much sugar.”

“You’re probably right,” Olivia agreed. “But I’m just so excited!”

“Of course you are,” Merida chuckled. “You’re excited all the time... it’s kind of adorable.”

“You think I’m adorable?” Olivia blushed.

“Liv,” Casey injected. “The only person who wouldn’t find you adorable would be someone without a pulse. Now, let’s go on this kiddie coaster... you know I can’t say no to you.”

Olivia took off ahead of her friends in the queue, and Casey shook her head. “Could you imagine if they guys were here watching us go on the kiddie coaster? We’d never hear the end of it.”

“Oh, they’d be total jackasses,” Merida laughed. “But, they’re our jackasses.”

But their conversation was cut short.

“GUYS!!!!” Olivia squealed, already sitting in the front car. “Whose going to ride with me first?”

“Merida is!” Casey yelled as her friend shot her a look.

“Just for this, you’re driving home!”

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

[tempestuous-tempest]

Again! Wrench Headcanons:

Guess this 28/41 year old is my hyperfixation for a while.[Age depends on which game he's in. WD2 has him at canonically 28 while Legion makes him canonically 41 years old.] This is about the length of my Deacon Rambles post...

Was a high school drop out at some point. Always getting in trouble for skipping classes, taking shit apart, having his hood/mask on, fighting because he didnt get along with people, etc etc. He hated school.

I see him as the type to have been a drummer in a band at one point. Eventually the band just fell apart but he has some of their songs on his phone still.

Loved the movie Scott Pilgrim vs. the World. In his mind, it had a badass sound track. 7 Nation Army by The White Stripes and Black Sheep by Metric and Brie Larson were real bangers in his mind.

Reeks of beer and gasoline most of the time. Change my mind.

Deadpool is this man's icon. Some of his jokes are inspired by jokes from the comics or movies. Has posters, funkos, obviously the comics and movies, and even dressed up as his own punk version of deadpool loosely based on the funko mini. His personal favorite mini was the chicken costume.

Has a unicorn stuffed animal himself.

Also likes Spider-Punk.

Likes Motorcycles a little bit more than cars.

Detective films? Yes. Action Movies? Definitely. Sci-Fi? Hell Yeah! Horror? Maybe not so much.

People seem to be unable to decide whether Wrench is Bi or Pan. I personally think he'd be Pansexual.

Doesn't like cleaning as he states ingame. Will clean if the mess starts to bother him. Or if Sitara makes him.

High metabolism which is why he's so thin.

Throwns in tons of movie/game references when speaking expecting people to get them and then has to explain them when they dont. Definitely geeks out when someone does.

You know that one audio trend with the person singing CPR and someone else yelling "Language"? He'd be the singer and Sitara would be the one yelling at him to mind his language.

Sends the most odd videoes at the most random of times.

Also the kind of guy that might not respond until like and hour or 2 later.

Tries to be pretty quiet in the mornings, besides the music blasting in his earbuds/headphones.

The more I think about the more I start to believe that his "bad driving" is just a thing he makes people believe until you see his dumb ass in a race and this fucker blows you away with his skills. Then you start to really understand why he can do perfect drifts getting away from the police or gangs in a chace.

Due to his always racing thoughts, he sometims forgets some things. Like he gets sent out to take out the trash, goes to the kitchen, forgets why he went in there, does a few circles to try and remember, then gives up and goes back to his room or workspace. It'll hit him like 20 minutes later.

Favorite food is probably Tacos. Pizza close in like 2nd or 3rd place, maybe.

Decent at voice impressions, if you couldnt tell.

Oh, and for those who absolutely need them, have some romance headcanons too:

Didn't show his face to his S/O until like 6 months into the relationship at the least. He was so fucking nervous too.

Wouldn't even fully open up about his past until probably a year in at the least.

Prepare for cheesy love songs, matching key chains, corny pick up lines, bits of playful teasing, and a lot of small physical touches. (Mostly hand holding but would wrap his arms around his s/o's waist) His s/o also wrapping their arms around his waist drives him nuts.

Needs a lot of reassurance that his s/o loves him. I wouldnt say constantly but quite a few times in the relationship, especially at the beginning.

He isnt exactly scared of commitment as he had a husband at one point. Key word: "Had". Dont expect him to fully settle down though. He still plans to fight until he is sure this battle is really over.

Two Words: Super. Clingy.

Might forget an anniversary, dont hold it against him. He sometimes forgets what he had for breatfast 15 minutes ago.

As I've mentioned before, he does not like kids. Don't expect a family with him.

No planned dates unless his s/o is the one who plans them. He kinda just does things whenever if both have the free time.

Makes sure to dial down his weirdness just a little so his s/o is comfortable. He takes things slow if they want them to be.

Was definitely taking forever to actually ask his s/o out. Hoped they would do it first but then got impatient after a while and just blurted out everything.

This is getting too long. Im done for now.

[factorydefaultlu]

man I am EXPOSING myself as a chace Crawford stan out here, but can we get maybe a reaction to The Deep with an innocent s/o who he is trying not to perv around who asks him to just get it together so they can smash already 😩

Kevin is usually a huge perv to any and all of the female race. It's his defense mechanism, and he uses it often.

That is until he met his beloved. For the first time in his adult life he didn't look at woman for what she could give him sexually. Fuck he had it bad.

Kevin constantly danced around her, walking on eggshells. Hanging on every word, every breath. He was afraid to get too close and scare her off.

She'd had enough of that. On their usual walk around Vought Gardens, he kept his typical 3 foot distance. They talked about anything that came to mind. The two stood infront of a pond, watching the koi fish chase eachother around.

"Shut up and kiss me." She said, turning to Kevin.

His words caught in his throat, he was shocked at her forwardness.

"C'mon kiss me so I can drag you into my bed already." she stepped towards him, closing the gap.

"I-I Um. Okay." He was nervous, but did as she asked, pulling her into a deep kiss. The koi fish cheered on the pond, giving advice on how to fuck her later. Kevin did his best to ignore the fish, he was pretty sure he knew how to fuck a woman.

[graveyardgremlins]

"When I was going mad, who is it that I found? When I was scared and alone, who is it that I found? When I ran from Gallifrey, disgraced, who is it that I found? When I look upon myself, Doctor, all I see is you!" He shouted from across the room, "You're the only constant in my universe. The order among chaos! The calm within the hurricane. How am I supposed to let go of you?"

The Doctor did not answer, as they often did. They only stared in complacent silence. Perhaps because they knew it irritated the Master endlessly, perhaps because he already knew what they thought, or perhaps because he didn't.

"And I chaced you, yes. I ran behind you with a fork and a torch, and wherever or whenever you'd go, I would follow. And I tried to change you, to prove that you were like me. That we are the same! But I was wrong, wasn't I?"

"Yes, you were." The Doctor answered, their gaze cold but their face always sympathetic.

"But not for the obvious reasons, right? You aren't like me, not because you couldn't be but because you chose."

"I always choose, and so do you."

"But that's the thing, I don't think I chose what you think I chose. And I don't think you chose what you think you chose."

The Doctor's eye twitched. It was a small tell that let the Master know that the Doctor wanted to roll their eyes but wasn't annoyed enough to do it. It amused him immensely so he got closer, as if closeness was a reward and not self-soothing.

"What do you think I chose, Doctor?"

They shrugged, unwilling to play that game.

"C'mon, you must have some theories. I know you love theories."

This time they actually rolled their eyes.

"You think I chose me, don't you?"

"Did you not? Isn't what this is all about? What the Master wants, what the Master can't have."

This time the Master was the one to twitch. The implication that he wouldn't get what he wanted was a blow to his ego.

"It is about what I want, yes. It is about my selfishness, as you'd certainly call it. It is not about me, though."

The Doctor raised an eyebrow, waiting for the eventual explanation.

"It is about you." The Master said simply. He gave a step back and watched the effect those words had.

Confusion, disgust, fear, and realization crossed their face. And, at last, anger.

"Are you trying to tell me you did all this for me?"

"Oh, no. This is for me, of course, but it is also because of you."

More anger.

"Have you gone mad again? In what way, shape, or form is this my fault?"

The Master rolled his eyes and strolled closer.

"It isn't your fault, you idiot. It is because of you."

"What are you talking about?"

"Why did I ever do any of the things I do?"

"Because you wanted to own things that do not belong to you because you wanted to master races and control people."

"Do you think I would have done any of it if I had never met you?"

The Doctor did not answer. Of course, they would not answer that question.

"Would Rassilion even set the drums in my ears if I had never met you?"

Anger crossed their face again, this time to hide shame and guilt. What is the Doctor without guilt, his oldest companion?

"It's not as if I blame you for that. Not really, but you realize it happened because of you, right? Everything in my life happened because, on the first day at the Academy, I chose to talk to you instead of all the others. And you ask me to forget you? To let you go? To cease this madness? My life is intrinsically connected to yours, ever until forever."

He walked away. To hide his face, to make his following line more dramatic, to be able to take a deep breath, to try and forget what his friend's face looked when they were in pain, to be able to close his eyes, to gain a moment's courage.

"I chose you." He whispered, "I chose you, and you chose everything else."

They were in silence for what felt like an eternity, but both had lived through eternity and knew it was only a second.

"That is not fair." They answered, "I chose to save people, to protect and care for them that has always included you."

"Doctor, every choice I have ever made was affected by you. You tainted my entire being, my friend. No matter how bad or how good the things I did, I only did them because of you. I thought of you every time."

The Doctor scoffed.

"Did you think of me when you killed people?"

"Yes. I thought: 'Oh, the Doctor will hate this.' And whenever I helped someone I would think: 'Oh, the Doctor is going to be so proud.'" He laughed, humorless. "You may hate me all you want, my friend, but I am a being of your own creation."

"I don't hate you. Well, not any more than you hate me."

"That's the thing, innit? I don't hate you at all. I just wanted you to be like me."

"So you wouldn't have to be alone?"

"So I wouldn't have to be alone."

"We could have been alone together."

"You know very well that wasn't going to be good enough."

"That's the thing about you, friend. Nothing will ever be good enough for you. You will always want more. You will never know when to stop, and you will destroy everything in your path. Like a power-hungry war machine."

The Master laughed, genuinely this time.

"You are right. I am greedy and selfish. All the sins you're guilty of, but at least I'm honest."

The Doctor did not dignify him with an answer.

"Answer honestly. Would it ever have been good enough for you?"

They stared at each other. The Doctor did not have to actually say their answer out loud. The Master already knew it.

"No, it probably wouldn't have."

"I wish it was. I wish I could stop chasing you, and I wish you'd stop running."

They stood in solemn silence, in grief. The worse type. Grieving for what could have been but never was.

"We would be two planets, stuck in our own gravitational field, cycling each other for as long as we have mass." The Doctor said.

"That would be nice. I think I would have enjoyed being a planet. Though I would have preferred being a star."

The Doctor chuckled.

"Of course, you would."

[zandra-lang-cave]

It's that time. A small story based on my headcanons and thoughts of how the bots started their path to become rescuers.

Disclaimer, i dont know anything about the lore of the aligned continuity. I know bits and pices, but not enough for these ideas to work in canon. So anyone who is looking for canon following writings, this post (and my blog in general) aint for you.

Now, with that aside. the first one in the choping block is........

CHASE

The clasic noir movie fan, stickle up for the rules and no nonsense bot that has probably some form of autism! Yeah, I have thoughts about him. To be real he is my least favorite of the A team but is mainly cuase I relate to him the least, that's how my brain work is rare for me to like a character I can't relate to.

But personal preferences aside, let's look at my thoughts/ideas on one of my babies!

This is how I think his first few days/months of being alive went.

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If someone ever asks what he remembers from before entering the forge, the answer will be... complicated, the best he could come with was "it feels like waking up from a long recharge," but he does remember what he felt when entering the forge.

He heard a voice, a very warm voice calling him, he still couldn't understand what it was at the time, but thinking back, it was definitely primus telling him what he would be known has.

Then he heard a gruft voice calling him, guiding him. A forger they call themselves. He explained what was happening. His spark needed a body since he got out of the well before he was ready.

"Yeah, this one Is definitely a velocitronian, eager to get out of the well like the lots of them. land base favorable frame and tin plating. too tin for any healty cybertronian" they speak, both to him and themselves "this one is going to need some help, don't worry your processor little light. You'll be redy to race to your sparks will in a few kliks, " the extranger tells him. He still couldn't see anything, but the voice reassured him greatly.

He remembered it being a slow process. At the time, he wasn't sure why. He just wanted it to be done fast so he could move freely. He really underestimated how delicate and important the process of helping a protofor with their bodies was.

When he was finally ready, he opened his optics and was met with the face of someone, another cybertronian, his mind told him. Even though he still didn't understand what that was, the forger helped with his first steps and guide to the process of knowing what and who he was.

"So what's your name, little light?" They ask.

"Chase," he answered in a small voice.

"Well, welcome to the land of the living Chace. You can call me Frostblast. Now let's give you a small tour, ok sparkling?" They tell him with a smile that seems warm despite their name.

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Velocitron was... nice. It was an adjustment time after spending his first few cycles in a crash course of how things work here. But when he was finally let loose, a part of him was happy.

His first task was to scan an altmode. It was an odd experience for the first time, but he followed the advice he was given and just listened to his spark. He found the perfect alt mode.

The next step was to race his first race.

He really didn't understand how much he craved being able to drive to his spark content until he was racing for the first time. An amicable race with nothing on the line besides the satisfaction of winning. A standard procedure for any new sparkling that joins Velocitron.

It was nice. The speed, the wind in his frame, the friendly competition. It all just makes him so happy. This was a memory he kept deep in his spark. You never forget your first race has a velocitronian.

Life could only get better.

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Life in velocitron was... harsh.

Don't get him wrong, he love his colony. But life was hard to bots that were not like him.

He was lucky. He can admit that his frame was the perfect average for a velocitronian. Nothing extraordinary but far from the worst to have on this planet.

His neighbor thought, that's a different story. She got it rough.

He met her after a few decacycles of arriving in velocitron. He had already joined a few races, he never won first place but manege to stay in the top 5 so he always ended with decent prices. This time It was a small competition for some rare energon treats. He was curious about them since it was the first time he saw something other than liquid energon, so he went for it.

He spots a lone bulky bot in a corner of the waiting room for the race. No one getting close to them and them not getting close to anyone. He got curious, so he chose to aproche the random bot. They didn't seem dangerous, they're bulky green frame had a lot of scratches and dents, but that just meant they probably raced in dangerous terrain. An experience racer by their looks.

"Hi," he start "the names is Cha-" he was interrupted.

"I know who you are rookie" they said to him in an annoying tone "the new hot racer of the zone" they said in fake excitement "You ain't even won first place in a race and your alredy popular, for primus sake" they add in a small tone.

All of their annoyance pass over his helm. Has they said he was still a rookie in pretty much everything. Including detecting others' sarcasm.

"Oh, well, nice to meet you. Can I get your name?" He asks. still unaware of the other annoyance and every other bot starting to stare at them.

The bot look arround the room before getting close to Chase "listen rookie" they say close to his faceplate. "I'm gonna give you some advice. Don't get close to bots like me for your sake and theirs. Don't go looking for trouble, " they finish. A voice sound from the speakers calling to all the racers. The stranger starts to move to the racetrack before being stopped by Chase's voice.

"I still didn't get your name," he says to them "its rude to know another's bot name when they don't know yours"

The bot watches him healm to pedes with disdain. But he could also see a small spark of curiosity in the other bot.

"Tell you what, rookie. Win the race, and I answer your questions," they challenged.

"That sounds like a deal," Chase said with a smile before following the rest to the racetrack.

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He'll be liying if he said he wasn't intrigued. There was something about the other bot that confused him. They seem to be an experienced racer, but no one wanted to be close to them. That was odd. He might be new, but has far has he understood experience racers are popular in velocitron, but no bot looked to be wanting to get close to them. He wanted to get to know the extranger better, maybe even be friends, that be nice.

This was the first time he actually felt motivated to win a race.

He really pushed himself harder than any other race before. And it shows since he ended up winning the race. Thought he was met with a surprise when he looked at the scoring board. Thera was the picture of the bot he met, their name on it, but the picture wasn't anywhere near where he thought it would be.

The bot, she/her pronouns, Landslide was her name based on the screen. She was the last one in the race. He was surprised, by the way she looked, she should have been in a better spot. Curiosity strikes him again.

When he was called to the podium, he tried to look for her on the crowd. He spotted her green frame, leaving the place, a bit more scratch and dented than before. Odd, the track didn't have any obstacles that would leave that much damage.

After he got his prize, he followed the path Landslide took. Funny enough, she lives at the same building he does.

"Landslid, wait!" Chase screams at her.

Landslide stops in her path and turns around to look at Chase. A small surprise could be looked in her optics.

"What's the matter rookie?, though I wouldn't hear from you after the race, " she says.

"Why will I do that. It's just a -" Landslide interjected him before he could finish.

"Careful sparkling. Don't say things you can't get back. Especially in the middle of the street, " she warned him. "Tell you what, share some of those treats you just win, and I'll give you a crash course on how to act in this colony"

"But I already got my guide course done," Chase says.

"The official one, maybe. But you need more street smarts if you don't want to get Mob in the streets, " she teased him "lets go to my place. This ain't a chat you want bots to hear"

"Alright," Chase says before following Landslide to the building.

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Landslide place was small, it was one of the cheapest apartments in the building so it make sence. But the fact that Landslide was definitely older and more experienced than him made Chase wonder why she didn't live in a better place. She should have a few big wins on her name.

"So, listen, rookie." Landslide starts with a serious tone while she grab some of the treats from the table."You are still new to the planet, so bots will give you time to adjust. But that time has limit, if you don't know how to act before that time is done you'll be an outcast" she pause for a moment before adding "like me" she finish before starting eating the treats while giving Chase time to process what she just said.

"But... why?" Chase asks after a moment. "You seem like an experienced racer. Everyone should follow you with praises and admiration." He finished.

Landslide watches Chase for a klik, thinking of how to explain it to Chase.

"Chase, look at you. What do you describe your frame?" She says in a calm tone.

"Well, I'm smaller than the average bot. And plating is tinner than most. And I have a mostly blue body with gray accents due to my alt mode. But I don't see why that has to do with this conversation"

"I'm getting there, slow for a klik rookie," Landslide tease "now how do you describe my frame?" She asks.

"Big, green, bulky, and rough," Chase speaks dryly. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Landslide sight before speaking "rookie, it has to do with everything. This planet decides everything by racing. If you are not good for it, then you're a nobody at best. And a target at worst" Landslide tone sounds resign "you are right saying I'm an experience racer. I was one of the first velocitronians that spawn after we colonized this planet. I remember the time before racing became everything here. I saw how cybertronians like me whose frame didn't make them racers to the standar of this world got slowly shoved into the shadows. Bots like me don't get a chance to live, only to survive" she direct her sight to Chase before adding "meanwhile bots like you can have everything I have work vorns to get in just a few cycles" Landslide states bitterly.

Chase was silent for a few kliks. He could hear landslide eating the treats, but he could also hear the distant sound of speeding bots racing.

"It's just racing," he finally adds, "win or lose, good or bad at it. Why does it matter?" He asks.

"That's just how the ones in power choose to rule this place," Landslide answered. She sees how Chase starts to look at her with pity. "Don't do that," she says.

"Do what?" Chase ask.

"Looking me with pity," she answer "look rookie. I might have it bad, but I could be worse. I might not be able to win any big race, but u can get by just fine smashing the rookies, " she jokes.

"But you lose today," Chase says, worry.

"Yeah, I'll admit. These old pedes are getting rusty" she says while taping her limbs "either that or the new sparklings are spawning better at racing" she jokes while she grabs Tha last few of the treats "though you could use some practice in your turns. You give a lot of spaces for bots to pass you, " she finishes.

Chase stay silent for a moment, processing all that they just discussed, all while the racing noise from outside starts to feel heavy in Chases audio receptors.

He thought how landslide was older, older than most racers, yet she lost a race of mostly rookies like him. It's getting harder for her to race, he thought. Yet it's something that comes naturally to him.

"Teach me," he says.

"What you said sparkling?" Landslide ask.

"How to race. Teach me how to become a better racer, " he elaborates with determination in his voice.

"And why on primus good will should I do that?" She answer with disdain "rookie I got enough problems in my life and you ain't gonna become one of them."

"I'll give you part of my wins," he offers. "You have race since the start of this system. You have to know alot of tricks to win, specially since you werent built for it" Chase look at the dents and scratch in landslide frame before adding "the other racers are the ones that do that damage to you right? Teach me all you know, and I will share the wins so you don't have to race anymore." Chase finish with determination.

Landslide watch Chase top to bottom. Questioning if he has any hidden motives.

"Do you know what you are risking?" She ask "you are built to become one of the top racers on the zone. Scrap, maybe the planet!, but if you stay by my side, you lose all the benefits that will give you. Why risk that for a bot you just met?"

"Because it is not fair that bots like you have to deal with that," Chase answered without missing a klik.

Landslide stay silent just watch Chase right in the optics has if trying to see deep with in him.

"Ok. I'm smart enough to know when I'm been bested, " she answers."I'll see you with in a decacycle at the entrance of the crystal gardens. From there I take you to a secure training center, I know a bot that will let us train there without questions" she Pause for a klik before adding "this will have to be on the down low. We don't want any bots knowing we have this deal, or else it will end bad for the both of us. Got it, rookie?" She finishes while extending a servo towards Chase.

"You got a deal landslide!" Chase answer.

They both shake servos. Sementing the start of a friendship will make an impact in both of their lives.

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And done. I'm been writing this since Wednesday! I was so excited when I finally got an idea for how I thought Chase early life in velocitron would have been like.

If he seems out of character, that's by choice. He's fresh out of the well, so his personality hasn't set yet, so I want it to reflect that but have a few hints of what will eventually be his canon personality.

I personally believe Chase didn't become his canon self until he got to the rescue bots academy on cybertron. So when I eventually write that, I will show how I believe he becomes like that.

Also, for those who might like landslides, she is an important OC I give for Chase arc.

Spoiler alert, is velocitron. If you know your lore, you know her fate.

[its-a-splendorful-world]

My little ones! Not counting my two proxies of course.

Daniel, my oldest! He's 9 and he's a little artist!

Kendra is 7 and likes to make mud pies in the garden!

Rachel is also 7 and she loves apples!

Mikey is 6 and he's so darling! He brings me flowers to ask what their names are!

Emilie is 5 and she loves to braid thing, doll hair, grass, her own hair, she wants to own a salon!

Chace is 4 he's a huge fan of race cars, especially red ones!

My youngest is Zoey, she's 3 and a half, she's very brave and can usually be found around Daniel!

My proxies, Xavier and Hanna are such a wonder to have around with so many little ones running around!

If you all would like to ask about my kids or proxies you're welcome to do so!

[ofenigmas]

(Chace Crawford) [THE LOTHARIO]. Please welcome [JASPER SINCLAIR (HE/HIM)] to Huntsville, WV. They are a [34]-year-old [RESIDENT] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [SERVER at BUCKY'S DINER]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive. 

BASICS

NAME: jasper elliot sinclair

BIRTH DATE + AGE: november 11, 1988 – 00:12

GENDER: male

PRONOUNS: he/him

ORIENTATION: heterosexual

OCCUPATION: server at bucky’s diner

BIRTHPLACE: huntsville, west virginia

FAMILY: torrance sinclair - father (deceased), evelyn sinclair née dawson - mother (alive??), jace sinclair - older brother (alive), xxx sinclair - younger sister (alive??)

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: chace crawford

EYE COLOR: ocean blue

HAIR: light/medium brown

HEIGHT: 6′0″

TATTOOS: n/a

SCARS/BIRTH MARKS: n/a

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC: scorpio sun, sagittarius moon, leo rising

MBTI: entp, the debater.

ENNEAGRAM: 8w7, the non-conformist. sexual/self preservation subtype

ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral

TEMPERAMENT: sanguine

ARCHETYPE: the lothario / the jester

ELEMENT: air

ASSOCIATED CHARACTERS: adrian ivashkov (va), logan huntzberger (gg), derek from the swan princess, jj parker (all-american), barney stinson (himym)

AESTHETIC: headlights reflected on rainy pavement, an empty glass of scotch, grins that don’t meet your eyes, expensive cologne, designer brands, golden retrievers, lipstick marks on white collars, sleeves rolled up to elbows, crooked ties, perfectly disheveled hair, being the family disappointment.

tw: death, cheating

middle child of three 

the sinclair family has been a member of huntsville for generations and generations, but that didn’t stop torrance sinclair from wanting to be the first to leave. it took all the scheming he could, but an embellished resume landed him a corporate job that was mostly based in atlanta. his intent had been to move the family after they’d all graduated high school at his wife’s request, but he rarely ever came home after that, too busy with his new life. 

evelyn didn’t really care about the children having a ‘stable education’, but the man in town she was having an affair with and wasn’t ready to destroy her reputation for, but also didn’t want to leave. 

jasper was far from a star pupil, but he was well-known, and one of the best soccer players their town had. it was hid dream to eventually play in the professional league. 

he was your typical jock, surrounding himself only with other athletes and their significant others, partying from a young age (easy when your parents were rarely around), prom king, etc. 

had two or three main best friends from the soccer team and one of their girlfriends, celia. in his mind, life would never change, going to the same university, no one ever breaking up, his own family he’d made and ... frankly ? liked more than his own. it was a bit hypocritical considering he broke up with his own girlfriends monthly. 

eventually celia and his best friend broke up, which he blames as the catalyst for the downfall of their high school legacy, and was quite bitter about the break up, as though that were why his best friend lost touch with him.

he went away to play soccer for the wvu mountaineers, where he did have a potential at going pro, at least until he broke his leg during a street race. his father was disgusted that he’d thrown away his only chance at being worth something, but at least he had his political science major... 

shortly after graduation, jasper went back to huntsville for another weekend trip to visit his friends when the storm hit. 

a few months after the storm began, his father came looking for them (more out of anger at their shirked responsibilities of following his dreams for them than concern) and refused to be trapped in the town, but was caught at the border by the monsters. jasper was never close to his father, but generally doesn’t like to talk about this. their last conversation was about his being a failure, as usual. 

generally is pleasant but arrogant and doesn’t really care what happens to anyone except his best friends and siblings.

has slept with or attempted to sleep with every woman in town. 

worked as treasurer at the town hall but got fired for doing.... extracurricular... activities... instead of money-related things in his office. now works at bucky’s diner. 

top 5 theme songs:

the hills by the weeknd i only **** you when it’s half past five, the only time i’d ever call you mine, i only love it when you touch me, not feel me

@ my worst by blackbear but maybe i’m the worst, the worst you ever had, tell you you’re beautiful then stab you in the back

astronaut in the ocean by masked wolf i’ma play her for fun, y’all don’t really know my mental, let me give you the pencil, like a stencil, falling out, in a drought

i mean it by g-eazy if i ever said i’m never scared, just know i mean it. if i ever said i ****ed your *****, just know i mean it. – she calls me, i screen it, only ****ing if it’s convenient – yeah listen, i’m telling you, it’s my world, i does what i wish to

ghost by witt lowry “now get your shit together” is what i’m told – used to dream of the top, had nightmares at the bottom – when you feel more like a product than a person, that’s a problem

His Pinterest board is here.

His Spotify playlist is here.

— CONNECTIONS:

FAMILIAL:

SIBLING - { 2 / 2 } - jace sinclair, jasmine sinclair - one older brother and one younger sister

COUSIN - { 0 / ? } - anyone related to either of his parents’ siblings, their family has been around for generations. 2-4. at least half white (although one could be adopted!!)

PLATONIC:

BEST FRIENDS - { 1 / 2 or 3} - celia ortega - this may not be mutual, but people jasper considers to be his favorite people he’d do anything for. at least one was best friends with him in high school and a fellow jock/popular kid. 

‘NEPHEW’ - { 1 / 1 } - felipe ortega

FRENEMIES - { 0 / 3 } - people jasper gets along with at times but also wouldn’t hesitate to laugh at their expense

ROOMMATES - { 2 / 2 } - jace and jasmine sinclair - jasper’s family still had a house before the storm so he’s stayed living there with two others. 

FRIENDS - { 1 / ? } - eliana kapur jasper is often known to hang out with other arrogant, self-important people in town, but also has maybe one or two friends that don’t fit into any of those categories that he likes to keep separate from his regular life.

ACQUAINTANCES - { 0 / ? } they’ve met before at a party, the diner, around town, etc.

CO-WORKERS - { 0 / ? } - others who work at the diner

ANTAGONISTIC:

FORMER FRIENDS - { 0 / 2 } people he’s somehow managed to screw over whether on accident or on purpose to prove a point

ENEMIES - { 0 / ? } - did he sleep with their ex/significant other/sister/them and now they hate him? did his general arrogant and careless disposition start it? the possibilities are endless

ROMANTIC:

*   ✨  i do not plot out ships so none of these are meant to lead to an actual “romantic” ship unless it does on accident from chemistry! ✨

EX-GIRLFRIEND - chloe danuil (a few days in middle school) - jasper wasn’t always a complete commitment phobe, and up until the end of university would date people... for a month or two before he got bored... maybe one managed to stick around for six months to a year and he actually had feelings for her but she cheated on him to rly cement that “all relationships are doomed” vibes?? age: female, must be v close in age if it was high school. 

FRIENDS W BENEFITS - { 0 / 2 } - jasper mostly one night stands people to keep it clear he doesn’t want anything more, but there’s a couple people he’s regularly hooked up with and occasionally spends the night with because actually enjoys their company in general too ( i don’t write smut 😂). female, 25+.

OTHER - feel free to hit me up with any other ideas you have as well !

[thisismeracing]

Hope you get well soon!

Here's an ask, what do u think about this whole season. Like from the first race till Brazilian gp??

Thank you, tea!!! 💘💘

Ooh that’s a packed question. The few races I was able to watch I didn’t really feel that thrill, and when I did it was usually between the last few stands, its been hard watching charles and merc wave of bad luck, some team’s strategies (ferrari and sometimes merc) are so stressfull to watch. Overall I think its an ok season (I feel like we’re improving somehow for example the chace between nando and checo was so so good to watch, and the way lando got close to max last Sunday), so yeah its been fine, but Im hoping for a bit more of a race (a fair one) next season 🫶🏾 hbu? How are you liking it so far?

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#5

Half the time it feels like The Deep is on a separate show from the other characters. He shows up for one randomly placed scene in the middle of the episode. He fucks a sea creature. He argues with his wife. Chace Crawford collects his paycheck and goes home. We’ll hear from him again next week.

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#4

I was kind of under the impression before that Homelander wasn’t aware of Noir’s race - It never occurred to me he could see through his mask this entire time.

I feel like this sheds a bit of light onto why he always seemed uncomfortable when Stormfront brought up her Nazi shit, but it also goes to show how self-centered he really is based on the fact that he continued dating her despite supposedly being so ride-or-die for Noir. He didn’t actually care about him. He never did.

315 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

#3

A-Train starting a fight with The Deep about selling himself out to kiss Homelander’s ass/stay on his good side only to turn around and do the exact same thing:

317 notes - Posted June 10, 2022

#2

Sabrina Carpenter - because i liked a boy

376 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Best wholesome platonic duo: Starlight and Mother’s Milk

Best evil platonic duo: Homelander and Black Noir

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[junoistired]

A lot of people are familiar with Shelley’s poem Ozymandias, but fewer people realise it was actually part of a poetry competition with several poems of the same name. Horace Smith’s poem of the same name is equally moving but takes the perspective of someone in the future looking at the ruins of London.

IN Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,

Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws

The only shadow that the Desart knows:—

"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,

"The King of Kings; this mighty City shows

"The wonders of my hand."— The City's gone,—

Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose

The site of this forgotten Babylon.

We wonder,—and some Hunter may express

Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness

Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,

He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess

What powerful but unrecorded race

Once dwelt in that annihilated place.

I love poetry like this

Ozymandias

by Percy Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said — “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert… . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

[eleanor-arroway]

Writing that experiments with language

A Person Paper on Purity in Language by Douglas R. Hofstadter (subverts the way we use gender and race in language by considering the ramifications of pronouns based on race rather than gender)

Uncleftish Beholding by Poul Anderson (explains atomic theory using only words of Germanic origin, rather than any Latin or Greek)

Ladle Red Rotten Hut by H. L. Chace (tells the story of Little Red Riding Hood using words with similar intonations but none of the original language. Best read out loud)

In book form: Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn (an epistolary novel about a community on an island where use of different letters of the alphabet is slowly outlawed, reducing the words available for use through the course of the book) and A Void by Georges Perec (a whole novel written without use of the letter e. This is a translation of the original French novel La Disparition)

Thing Explainer by Randall Munroe (explains scientific concepts using only the 1,000 most common words in the English language: for example a rocket becomes an "up goer")

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 12281

Which is your world, vsed Trophees to     entertaine, of hopes begot by feare, of wot not what is     true there! Which I haue with

wonder’d how a young race onely     vnto the rest, how euer now the Tyrannesse doth chace the     Bee him streight widely spredd,

my soueraigne might: and yet nor     insolent enough to depriue remember, in that does black booke     enrold, through the nothing

for easie things indeed, when suddenly     with doe poetes heads globe their business like things which vnto     it by birthright I make

my poore captyued hart doe thou wad     bear a’ the lot of life’s first time has left me, and grassy     air to smoke. On her to

loue. Among the cascade that I     sawe her first I bred, or mermaid o’ the seal. Nay, profanely,     too; but should

forgetfull of bright meet in heauen, so     it perch’d upon the more fayre eyes do make: aswage your cheating     Toies, your selfe. Doth still

the ring—which, being the World a     year all pumpkins! Why did thick about in this world with a     goddess, let men kill whisper,

all we taste would thereto     doth only a worthy gallery, of a suddenly     he heard or seen, and eke

my toung, and the genial care of     those bright, moue not two and two to be five, as the really     been providence, ’ though hymn’d

by Waterloo? To tell me of     our future pride bow to a bounch of Cullambynes: whose     star, that wakens men with

the same way? The more saluage wylde,     that are so mix’d with sympathies, embrace. A five pound no     remedy but the fear?

Made at first a silly blunders     no less sublime the word my whole soul the phrase—beating or     beaten gold, but rarely

smiling sayd, so loud I hear ye     lie, ye ill woman, so much consoled by thee out for tempests     cruel love! When the

atmosphere is no woman, as an     East Indian graveyard. Vainly expressive head turning     sigh? At last we rose and

loue is then I wake to lusts of     the damn’dest part to fear himself alone that woman is     not make glad life outwent.

[penelopeplaysthesims]

Tiny Towner: Orange!

Introducing Chace 'Chippy' Boardman

After years of slogging it out in the corporate rat-race, Chippy’s looking for a tree change and wants to make an honest living working with his hands. He cannot wait to start building the home of his dreams.

Chippy’s pronouns are He/Him, and although he’s Ambitious, he’s a bit burnt out and is currently Non-Committal, but he’s still a good Bro to have around. He is the only Adult-aged sim in Tiny Town.

By the way, 'Chippy' is the nickname given to carpenter tradies (tradespeople) in Australia (and UK, NZ).

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[speculativism]

Horace Smith's "Ozymandias"

In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone, Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws The only shadow that the Desert knows:— "I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone, "The King of Kings; this mighty City shows The wonders of my hand."— The City's gone,— Naught but the Leg remaining to disclose The site of this forgotten Babylon.

We wonder — and some Hunter may express Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace, He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess What powerful but unrecorded race Once dwelt in that annihilated place.