#Lotus Body Kit

[edenesth]

TWTHH Bonus: Star of the Show

Pairing: general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

AU: arranged marriage au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Life has been hell ever since your mother's passing many years ago. Despite being from a prominent family, you've never received the privileges associated with it. It only got worse with the arrival of your stepmother and her daughters. When the intimidating General Park was in search of a wife, your father seized the opportunity to dispose of you, simultaneously securing a connection with the powerful general—killing two birds with one stone.

A/N: In case you haven't already read Honeymoon Avenue (the first bonus chapter), it's probably better to check that out before reading this. Also, please be warned that this contains a slight spoiler to Wooyoung and Hongjoong's spinoffs.

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"Your wife is with child."

The words echoed in the general's mind long after Yunho had uttered them. You remained unconscious in his room, undergoing a more thorough examination. Seonghwa had been asked to leave while you were attended to. He felt a wave of relief knowing that, according to the physician, your fainting spell was simply your body's way of compensating for the exhaustion caused by the demands of the little one growing inside you.

"Don't worry, everything will be okay."

"I'm counting on you, Yunho," he recalled telling the doctor before exiting his private quarters, his gaze lingering on your still, pale figure nestled under the covers.

"When have I ever let you down, my lord? She'll be fine, the baby will be fine; your family, they'll be just fine."

Realising there was no use lingering outside while the physician and his team of servants were busy examining you—his presence wouldn't change anything—he decided to occupy himself elsewhere while he waited. However, returning to his study seemed impossible; he knew he wouldn't be able to focus on anything else.

As if with a mind of its own, his feet carried him toward the House of Lotus. His heart warmed at the familiar sight of the pavilion facing the lotus pond, your favourite spot, once empty but now furnished with a small table, cosy cushioned seats, and decorative lanterns. It was a testament to the time you two spent together there. He could never tire of being there with you, and the mere thought of spending eternity like that was more than enough to fill his heart with joy.

Soon, it wouldn't just be us two.

Deciding not to sit alone without you, he opted to enter your quarters instead, where every corner held a piece of you. He softened as he opened the door and spotted your embroidery kit at the centre of the room. You had been deeply invested in the craft ever since Hongjoong had taught you a few techniques, dedicating nearly all your time to it when you weren't occupied with anything else. He remembered finding you diligently working on it late into the night and had to gently coax you to bed with him.

Approaching the items, he settled into your usual spot before going through the designs you had created. A chuckle escaped him as he took in some of your earlier, more clumsy works—clearly, these were from when you first began learning from the dressmaker. As he continued, a smile graced his lips at the gradual improvement in quality. It hinted at the possibility that you had discovered a hidden talent; his friend would surely be proud to see your progress.

However, his movements faltered as he reached the bottom of the pile and discovered what appeared to be a... baby shirt. Realisation dawned on him: had this been your secret project all along? Were you aware of your pregnancy all this time?

Questions flooded his mind, each one more pressing than the last. Why hadn't you told him? Why had you lied and pretended everything was fine when you must have been feeling so sick? Did you not trust him enough to confide in him?

His heart ached with the thought that you might have felt the need to hide something so important from him. It left him feeling a mix of confusion, hurt, and a tinge of betrayal. Had he not made it clear that he was there for you, no matter what?

As he sat there, staring at the tiny garment in his hands, he couldn't help but wonder what reasons you could have had for keeping this from him. His mind raced with possibilities, each one more heartbreaking than the last. He thought back to all the times you had been showing symptoms of pregnancy, and it hurt him to know you didn't feel safe enough to tell him the truth. Was it because you didn't think he would be a good father? What if, deep down, there was a part of you that was still afraid of him? What if—

Before his thoughts could further linger, a knock on the door snapped him out of his train of thought. Turning to see who it was, he allowed entry and found Eunsook standing there with a smile on her face, "The mistress is awake, master," she announced. With that, all his previous worries were momentarily swept from his mind. Only you mattered as he quickly rose from his seat and dashed towards his room to see you.

Rushing into the room, Seonghwa's heart raced as he laid eyes on you, sitting up on his bed with Yunho standing beside you. Relief flooded him as he saw you speaking softly with the physician, a gentle hand pressed against your stomach.

Oh thank god, she's alright... they're alright.

Moving closer, he couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for you. Despite the recent scare, you looked calm and serene, your presence soothing his worried mind. He approached quietly, not wanting to interrupt your conversation with Yunho but eager to be by your side.

As soon as your eyes met, he noticed the hint of moisture gathering in your gaze as you uttered his name, "Hwa..." His heart ached at the vulnerability in your voice, and he quickly moved forward, settling beside you on the bed. Gently, he grasped your hand, brushing strands of hair away from your face and stroking your cheek, "What's wrong, my love? Are you feeling alright?"

You nodded, leaning into his touch and motioning for Yunho to speak on your behalf. Taking a deep breath, the physician began, "Her condition is currently stable, my lord."

Seonghwa furrowed his brow in dread, "I'm sensing a 'but' there."

"But..." the doctor continued, "Due to years of severe malnutrition throughout the lady's childhood, her body lacks many essential nutrients necessary for both her and the baby. This explains her weakness. But fear not, I will do everything in my power to ensure her full recovery. Once we pass the three-month mark safely, the remainder of the pregnancy should proceed smoothly."

"I... I understand. Thank you again, Yunho, for your hard work. It seems we'll need your frequent visits for the next few months," the general acknowledged, offering a grateful nod to his friend.

"No problem, my lord and lady. I'll ensure Eunsook receives all the necessary information for the mistress' care. Please excuse me, I should get started on the preparations immediately."

Once Yunho had left and you were alone together, your husband turned his attention back to you. Squeezing your hand gently, he couldn't shake the image of the baby shirt from his mind. He knew he had to address it. Leaning closer, he pressed a kiss on your forehead before delicately broaching the subject, "I... I have a question."

You responded in a soft voice, returning the squeeze of his hand, "What is it, Hwa?"

"My love, have you been aware that you were pregnant all along?"

As your gaze met his, he rested his forehead against yours, seeking to reassure you, "It's just... I was going through your embroideries earlier and I saw it—the baby shirt."

You let out a soft sigh, nodding, "Yes, I... I had a feeling, and I've been preparing myself to tell you about it, Hwa. But I just didn't know how to say it. I was scared of your reaction." When he attempted to pull away, you reached out, cupping his face to keep him close, "Listen to me, I'm not afraid of you. I... I know you've never had a proper family growing up—both of us, actually—and... I can't help but wonder if you might hate the idea of starting one."

His heart swelled with understanding, realising he had momentarily let his earlier insecurities get the best of him. Of course, you were simply concerned about him. Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss against your lips before murmuring tenderly, "With another person, I would hate the idea. But with you, my love, I want it all."

Feeling touched by his words, you realised you had never needed to overthink the situation. You should have known that his love and acceptance were unwavering.

Perhaps you had just been overwhelmed by the idea of a tiny life growing inside you—a product of your love with Seonghwa. The thought of having a baby, your baby, filled you with joy and apprehension. Neither of you had experienced a conventional family upbringing, and you feared whether you could provide the love and care this child deserved. Since the first moment you felt sick and figured you might be pregnant, endless questions floated around your mind.

Were you ready?

Was he ready?

What if he didn't want children?

But now, those fears seemed unfounded. As tears welled in your eyes, you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck and buried your face against his shoulder, finding comfort in his embrace. He held you close, peppering kisses all over your head, his love and warmth enveloping you. Through your tears, you whispered, "I love you, Hwa."

You could feel his smile against your skin as he leaned his head against yours, his voice soft and reassuring, "I love you more, my wife, and that'll never change."

In the days that followed, you found yourself hardly ever alone. Your husband seemed determined to stay by your side every moment, as if he hadn't already been doing so since he dismissed all his friends. Now, he was even more attentive and vigilant, always ensuring he was nearby to keep watch over you. And whenever he needed to retreat to his study for brief meetings with Jongho, Eunsook remained faithfully by your side.

Today was another one of those days when he had no choice but to attend to some work. He hadn't been attending the daily assemblies for a while, so the least he could do was go through some reports to stay updated on the latest happenings in court.

Meanwhile, the head maid remained by your side in your room. You sat with a cookbook in your hand, diligently trying to learn new recipes. As the saying goes, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and although you already had a hold on Seonghwa's heart, you were determined to work even harder to keep it safe with you.

"You've been quite busy lately, mistress, with cooking and embroidering. I think the master might be getting a bit jealous that you're not as focused on him as you are on these tasks," she joked, gently brushing your hair as she observed your focused expression.

With a playful giggle, you shot her a glance, "Is he really? Well, everything I do, I do it to be a better wife for him and a better mother to this little one," you said, smiling down at your growing bump.

Eunsook's expression softened, "I'm just kidding. I'm sure the master knows that," she reassured before pausing, "Mistress, have you both thought about baby names yet?"

At that, your eyes widened, and you set down the book in your hands, "Oh dear, we haven't. I've been so invested in everything else, it seems I might have overlooked the most important thing."

She chuckled, rubbing your back soothingly, "Don't worry, you still have plenty of time until the little one is born. Perhaps you and the master could start thinking about it now."

Later that night, as you lay in bed next to your husband, the words of the head maid lingered in your mind like a persistent whisper. Despite the exhaustion weighing heavily on your eyelids, you found yourself unable to sleep as your thoughts drifted towards potential names for the future baby Park. Each name you considered brought with it a flood of emotions and images of what your child might look like, how they would grow, and the kind of person they would become.

Sensing your slight movements, Seonghwa kissed your head softly, his voice gentle, "Are you still awake, my love?"

You grinned sheepishly, patting his chest, "I'm fine, Hwa. You go ahead and sleep. You must be tired."

But he sighed, gently sitting up with you still in his arms, ensuring the comforter covered you, "Not as tired as you. You're carrying a little person. Now, do you want to tell me why you're still not sleeping?"

Smiling shyly, you met his gaze, "I was talking to Eunsook earlier and realised... we haven't thought of any baby names."

His mouth formed an 'O' in realisation, mirroring your surprise. It seemed he, too, had not given it much thought. Nodding slowly, he whispered, "That's right, we haven't," pulling you closer to him, he relished the way your head fits perfectly in the crook of his neck, "So, what do you have in mind then? Have you managed to come up with anything with all that thinking, hm?"

You replied, nervously nibbling on your lip, "Actually, I have thought of a name. If it's a girl, Yeonjoo feels right."

He hummed, considering deeply, "Yeonjoo... like a lotus princess?"

You beamed, "Exactly. She'd be our little princess, growing up in the House of Lotus."

His heart swelled; your choice held significance. It wasn't just a random pretty name; it carried depth. Planting a kiss on your cheek, he smiled, "It's perfect. So, if it's a girl, Yeonjoo it is."

You cheered, "Okay, any ideas for a boy?"

He hesitated, then brightened, "You know what? I do have one in mind, though it might not be as thoughtful as yours. How about Jiyeong? It means a wise and brave hero, and it could also symbolise a flower petal, like the lotus. It'd be wonderful if he grew up to be intelligent and brave enough to protect his eomma," he murmured, gently placing his hand on your bump and stroking it.

"I think Jiyeong is a wonderful choice, Hwa, if it's a boy," you whispered, a sense of relief washing over you now that you finally had names for your child.

Covering his hand on your stomach with yours, you looked up at him with slightly wet eyes, "Gosh, can you believe we're going to be parents in a few months?"

"It's surreal sometimes, my love. And I'll admit, I am a little scared. But I know we'll manage. It won't be easy, but as long as we face it together, we'll be fine."

Yes, I know we will.

The first three months seemed to pass in a whirlwind, with Yunho's weekly visits becoming a familiar routine. Each time, he checked on your condition and brought herbs to boost your health and stabilise the pregnancy, ensuring everything progressed smoothly. Amidst this, life outside your little family continued to unfold.

You recall a particular evening when Wooyoung rushed in, desperate for your husband's aid to rescue a certain Miss Han. In a matter of weeks, she became a temporary resident in your household while still courting the private investigator. Her presence was delightful as she eagerly assisted you in cooking and embroidering, all while awaiting Wooyoung's eventual proposal that would take her away.

And through him, you learned of Hongjoong's latest job, assisting the youngest miss of the Baek family. It appeared to affect the dressmaker unexpectedly, stirring emotions no one had anticipated, especially him, even requiring a little nudge from both Seonghwa and Wooyoung to realise his feelings.

Before you knew it, you found yourself seated in the dining hall, surrounded by your husband's friends. Giving your hand a squeeze, Seonghwa cleared his throat to grab their attention, "Guys," he began, "we've gathered you all here today because we have an announcement to make."

Hongjoong, arms crossed, chimed in, "Pssh, I had a feeling. I knew you wouldn't be treating us to a meal for no reason."

Yunho's knowing grin widened, excited to see the dressmaker's reaction while Wooyoung leaned forward excitedly in his seat, nudging San beside him, who smiled back but inwardly wished the investigator would leave him alone. Mingi promptly set down his wine glass, eager to hear what was to come.

"I hope you're all excited because you're going to be uncles soon," the general announced, prompting cheers from everyone at the table.

The lovely Miss Han, seated beside you, wasted no time in giving you a side hug, though she had already been privy to your little secret. She had even been considerate enough to keep her man in the dark about it.

Wooyoung joined in the celebration, clapping enthusiastically, oblivious that his other half had been aware the whole time, "I knew it! I could tell she was pregnant from my first visit all those months ago. You've been so oddly careful with her ever since!"

At that, Hongjoong's expression darkened, "What do you mean, all those months ago? How far along are you, my lady?"

You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly, "Three months."

The dressmaker's jaw dropped in disbelief, "You didn't think to tell us until now? Park Seonghwa, what kind of friend are you?"

Yunho scoffed and rolled his eyes, "See, that's why you're an idiot. What does Miss Baek even see in you, I'll never know. Obviously, they wanted to wait until her condition was stable before telling everyone. Why do you think I've been so busy for the past few months?"

Hongjoong shot him a glare, "Oh, I don't know? Maybe because you've been trying to spend all your time with a certain Miss Ryu?"

The physician sputtered in shock, but before the argument could escalate, Jongho appeared behind them, smacking both on the back, "That's enough, you two. Please continue this another time."

Your husband interjected, shooting the assistant a grateful smile, "That's right. As Yunho mentioned, we just wanted to wait until it was safe before telling you guys."

San and Mingi softened, offering heartfelt congratulations to you and Seonghwa, prompting the rest of the guys to do the same. However, the peace was short-lived. Wooyoung eagerly raised his hand, "Ooh, can I please be the godfather?"

The dressmaker was quick to object, "Excuse me? If anyone here is to be the godfather, it's obviously me! Know your place, you fool."

"Oh, dear god, here we go again," your husband muttered beside you.

You couldn't help but grin at their endless shenanigans, glancing down at your stomach and rubbing it affectionately. You already knew this baby would be spoiled rotten even before entering the world. It seemed this little one was already the star of the show.

I contemplated how much of the pregnancy I should cover, but I think I'll only do this much for now! Because any further than this, and that might spoil some of the other members' spinoffs. I shall focus on finishing up all the rest of the stories after this, and who knows? There could be more bonus chapters in the future, we'll see~

As always, thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts! <3

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[greeniegaes]

I’ve been thinking about omegaverse WangXian AU and I’m so not normal about it

Basically, WWX was always known as a beta by people around him, constantly hiding his scent and on such heavy suppressors he’d practically never have a heat. When the Wens take all of the young cultivators/clan heirs or whatever he no longer has access to that kind of stuff and it’s only so long before the medication’s effect goes away.

In the big carnivorous turtle cave he can feel his omega-ness slowly come back so he’s desperate to get out away from all the young alphas and betas he’s surrounded by. Things go as cannon and only him and LWJ are left in the cave and LWJ??? Well he’s not doing too well, neither of them are with their fevers, being stuck in a cave alone and pheromones- oh yea LWJ is in rut too lol

So they do their do in the cave, escaping out and then WWX runs off after making the other man swear he’s not gonna tell anyone that WWX is an omega.

During the attack on Lotus Pier WQ pulls WWX aside asking if he knows about the kit in his womb. WWX, freaking out about it swears her to secrecy. He’s been… kinda aware about it over the month or two that’s past, but just used his high level of cultivation to just keep it in a dormant state.

When he gives JC his core such a thing isn’t an option. He doesn’t want his child to live during a time of war so he promises himself to end the war against the Wens before his birth.

He levels up his demotic cultivation at way faster of a pace, easily out numbering any bad Wen troops, cutting off the supply lines, anything to get an advantage. His tactics are often called brutal, disgusting but most of the Sunshot doesn’t care because whoever is doing it is on their side.

Keeps following cannon but now LWJ has just a totally weird feeling in his gut all the time. He swears he can feel WWX’s emotions, the stress, the fear, the agony all of it. When he finally lays eyes on who he knows is WWX as the man takes down WC and he can’t help but feel relief. Relief that after nine months (WWX froze his pregnancy for like two months so he’s about eight and half along) he’s finally able to see the man he’s fallen in love with, that he spent a rut with while the man was in heat.

WWX doesn’t acknowledge him.

He doesn’t even really acknowledge JC, his little shidi who’s so excited to see him again. WWX remains quiet, a large cloak wrapped over his whole body

Instead of properly interacting with his friends he instead asks when their plan to attack the nightless city is (he has less then two months, and by god he wants peace of mind that his child won’t be born in a war). He lets them take him to the war camp, discussing with the leaders like LXC and NMJ to move the battle forward, saying that he can balance out the sides.

They agree and that’s that.

At the final battle WWX holds up the tiger sigil, controlling more undead then he ever has. He watches as the rest of the tyrannical Wens get torn apart, their army in ruins before NMJ takes their leader’s head. Some of them still fight, and in a blaze of glory WWX destroys the tiger sigil, creating a bright light that takes out more of the Wen’s army, any of the roaming undead and himself.

LWJ feels his blood go cold. He can’t feel WWX suddenly. He canthecanthecant.

Where did his omega go?

Back in Yiling WWX falls to the ground, any last remains of his power, spiritual or demonic finally shredded into pieces. WQ helps him recuperate, Wen Yuan at his bed side as he looks up.

It’s then and there WWX smiles as he promises himself a normal life, patting A-Yuan’s head and scenting him like he’s his own kit.

Two years later.

LWJ feels lost, constantly wandering around for something, any sign of WWX. He’s looking at hair ribbons in a market outside of Yiling, a beautiful red ribbon with lotuses embroidered in it. He jolts as he feels a hold on his leg, looking down curiously.

“Baba?” The little kid asks, no more then two years old. A six year old huffs as he goes over, bowing his head in apology to LWJ.

“Sorry Mister, my brother gets confused.” Wei Yuan huffs, pulling his younger brother away. LWJ sucks a breath in as he looks at the young toddler, tan skin, enchanting yellow eyes, perfectly straight hair except with the tips granted a slight curl.

There’s no denying this is a Lan child, just from looks alone, but the scent surrounding both of the children? That’s something LWJ had smelt once, trapped in the cave in the throes of passion with his mate.

Wei Wuxian. Wei Ying is alive.

A young looking man pulls the children away before LWJ can say anything. The man picks up the two year old and gently holds him in his arms, the six year old grabbing onto the man’s leg, still glaring at the alpha.

“Sorry about that, sir.” A soft voice rumbles with a chuckle, freezing as he looks up at LWJ for the first time.

[itsabouttimex2]

Primal Moon: Three

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

(This fic has a paired Character.AI bot!)

Twice a year a verdant moon rises to bring the bestial instincts of non-humans to light. Celestials and demons alike struggle to keep hold of themselves, something ancient welling up within them and subtly shifting their thoughts and feelings.

Today, you are one such soul.

And you don’t know why everyone wants you out of the nest you’ve built. It’s warm. It’s safe. The walls are narrow, allowing for pillows and blankets to be stacked more easily. All around you is plush comfort. You’ve even got a few snacks packed away in here.

But still, people are trying to coax you out.

As a rather promising member of the Celestial Realm, you often had many eyes on you, barely allowed even a minute alone. It seemed as though the hopes for your future were so high that you were not afforded time to potentially be led astray or stolen from the court by enemy or foe.

Not that their interest or intent mattered when the viridescence hit.

You had shooed away cleaners, incense-bearers and maidservants alike, turning them all from your overstuffed shelter one by one. Even when guards and knights were scrounged up and sent to retrieve you, their mission had ended in abject failure.

So now the task fell not to servant or soldier, but to a prince.

“Y/N,” calls the Third Lotus Prince, Ne Zha. His sash sways gracefully behind him, floating as though caught in a gentle updraft. He’s chosen not to bring his spear, perhaps as a sign of goodwill. “Enough of your hiding. You will remove yourself from the closet, or I will remove you by force.”

You’ve known his for a very long time- he’s practically your sibling by now. There’s a decent trust established between the two of you, born of his constant care during this bestial haze.

His command beckons you a few inches forward, the bottom of your face peeking from the blanket pile.

Fangs peek from your mouth, already. Usually they wouldn’t grow in few days, and he’d be left consoling you as the bestial growths broke through the old teeth and took their place.

“Come now, Little Petal,” the prince further beckons, using an old nickname from your youth. His voice has softened, noting the more drastic change. “I will not allow you to be harmed. Allow me to soothe your aches, little one.”

You pull further from the scrap-built nest, allowing him to catch sight of the numerous tear tracks across your face.

“Poor little kit,” he croons, hoping to mollify you as he would a non-bestial child. “The moon has been unkind to you, has it not? Come and take shelter in my arms.”

On unsteady hands and knees you crawl, edging closer still to your surrogate brother. Eventually, your top half scrapes free from the thickly-packed nest. The fluff of your pointed ears has grown thick and bushy, doubling in size just overnight. The scruff all around your neck is similarly fluffed, swallowing your chin and neck.

“Come now,” he calls, patting the floor in front of him. “Let me hold you. You’ll feel safer in my arms, won’t you?”

Were you not plagued with maddening viridescence, you might have snapped at the prince for treating you like an animal or cooing like he were in the presence of an infant.

Instead you cower and whine, fixated on his coaxing hand.

Ne Zha is aware of the inherent strangeness of all this. This constant urge to coddle and protect- it's not like him. But then again… he does care about you. You’re the younger sibling he never had. So it can’t be wrong to care for you- it can’t be.

It’s just…just that doesn’t know how to cope with the instinctual urge that this brings on, that’s all.

It’s wrong to treat you like an animal. It’s wrong to take advantage of this state just to spend a little more time with you. It’s wrong to indulge in his fantasies of being your older brother, the beacon which guides your way and dictates your every step forward.

He knows that.

But every man grows weak eventually, in heart or body or mind.

If this is the prince’s opportunity to have an obedient little sibling who does as he commands and stays out of trouble?

He’d simply have to take refuge in the fact that other people could do far worse.

For all anyone knew, without him you’d be hunted and then torn to shreds for your fur. Or captured as an exotic ‘pet’ to someone who viewed you as no more than a base animal. Or sold as… gods, he didn’t want to think of it.

By the Celestial Realm, all the horrible things that could have happened to you by now, if he hadn’t sworn himself to your safety.

With a mind stuck on such awful possibilities, Ne Zha’s fears and worries promptly magnify.

“Come now,” he beckons again, gesturing you forth. “I’m right here, my little lotus. I won’t let anything hurt you.” His hands continue to wave, drawing you nearer and nearer. The sight of red fills your vision, silk gracefully flittering.

You recognize it well. What could it be but then armillary war sash that he’s never far from? It ambles eagerly through the air, mirroring the prince’s internal emotions.

And then goes stiff with shock at the sight of something new, a feeling that his face mirrors- though to a much lesser degree.

“Little kit, you’ve grown a second tail! Come here and let your elder brother see!”

Ne Zha ushers your form to his arms, binding your arms and hands with the sash in case of any squirming. Ignoring your panicked yips, the prince examines the new appendage without delay, burying both hands deep into the fluff.

For a minute or two he strokes and untangles, thin fingers working out any knots he can find. In spite of how you’ve been restrained, Ne Zha maintains a gentle touch- he knows (though not from personal experience) it can be agony to endure the Primal Moon. New growths or sudden bouts of extreme shedding are quite common, often paired with a dose of crippling pain.

“You must’ve grown this only just today, I suppose. Does it still hurt, my little petal?”

A strangled howl sounds when he touches the base of your new tail, answering his question a few times over.

“Shush, shush. There’s no need to fuss, kit. Let’s get you something to drink, shall we?

Lotus root carried a sweet taste, even when ground- in great enough amounts, it could easily disguise a splash of… ‘herbs’.

Anything to make the pain you endured more compliant and bearable. As long as you relied on your big brother (by choice or not), he’d ease your pain and coddle away your tears

The Third Lotus Prince undoes the binds created by his sash, them lifts your freed form to the metal of his chestplate.

Off he goes to the kitchen, intent into grinding up a very special tea blend for you.

And he speaks-

“I won’t allow anyone to harm you now, little one.”

It seemed as though you’d have to get used to hearing those words.

[lint-beetle4]

Tied Up In Knots For You (NezhaxReader Smut)

A wonderful request from a wonderful friend who drew a glorious picture, so here's a bondage scenario

When you ask him about kinks, you're fairly surprised that he's quite vanilla

Granted, he doesn't have much experience in general, giving that he's too busy about work to think about himself

You wanted to propose with something a bit on the lighter side, nothing too violent or too experimental

So, you shows him pictures of shibari that you've seen and...he's actually pretty interested

So, you two go shopping, find some pretty cotton ropes that Nezha liked the texture of

With rope and the shibari kit ready, Nezha was prepared to be tied up, but then you show up with a floral pattener lingerie in your hands

Without more than a single word, Nezha emerged clad in his lingerie, ropes tying around his arms first

You had everything prepared for your lotus prince. In a rare moment of vulnerability, Nezha was more open to being tied up than you expected. He looked as heavenly as ever as the lingerie wrapped around his body, showing all the bits of skin you'd love to sink your teeth into.

However, this was time for the prince. You can have your fun later when he's ready to be at your will.

"I'm to be suspended?" Nezha asked with rope already covering his arms, knots and patterns dressing his elegant body. "This is...interesting."

His breath hitched as your hands softly guided him to the suspender where he was lifted slowly as to not agitate the mechanism greatly. You stroked Nezha's legs as they trembled against your touch. With a kiss to his soft thighs, you wrapped the rope around him, watching his body obediently stretches to your command. His back arched as his hands and arms are tied together. Below, you saw a mark of his excitement as Nezha's face flushed more than the ripe peaches in the garden.

Nezha nearly whimpered at your touch as your hands not so discretely brush over sensitive skin. As you make more patterns with the rope in your hands, you nip at his shoulder, his chest, his neck, anywhere the rope doesn't touch. Nezha panted, moans and whimpers still held back in his throat. It was nearly comical seeing the great general so weak before you.

"Darling," Nezha whimpered so sweetly to you. "I need more."

You'd give him more, you promised to distressed prince. It was just so satisfying seeing him so tied up for you. He truly looked gorgeous with he was so vulnerable towards you.

[junemermaid]

mlc fic snippet

so I missed Wednesday because of jet lag and other nonsense, but today was a good writing day so fuck it, we ball

this is from an incredibly self-indulgent difanghua one-shot set about five years post-canon so please assume a bit of characterisation shift. to be posted as soon as I can wrap it.

Li Lianhua has watered all the herbs twice. Trailing surreptitiously after him, Di Feisheng tips the skin of murky water off the top of each pot while inside, Li Lianhua opens and closes the drawers of his apothecary cabinet. Outside, he can hear the splash of water and the furious clink of earthenware on the riverbank. Fang Duobing is venting something on the breakfast dishes. "I think I'll go to town early," Li Lianhua says, to no one in particular. Hulijing leaps up from her sunning spot on the back porch. "It's market day tomorrow, and that herbalist from the north hills should be there. I should replenish some medicines." "We're still living well on the money from our last job," Di Feisheng counters. "There's no need for your quackery, unless you're bored." "Maybe I am," he says, airily. "I could pick up some of those pomegranates you say you don't like, but they always seem to disappear as soon as I bring back any." "Have you checked the dog's teeth?" "Lao Di!" Li Lianhua swats him gently in the arm. "Blaming an innocent creature for your misdeeds. That is beneath you, surely." How about blaming an earnest young man for your own turmoil? If Di Feisheng could claim great certainty for himself, he might have a secure footing to speak from. "You have your kit?" is all he asks. These days, Li Lianhua refuses weapons, but has agreed to carry a smoke signal and a few sachets of Su Xiaoyong's knockout powder. They can't always keep him within sight, and he can't be confined to the Lotus Tower, so it's a solution comfortable to all of them. Most aspects of their life together are. "I do. And Hulijing, of course." As Li Lianhua leans up, Di Feisheng obliges him with a kiss, wrapping an arm around his waist. Turning his cheek to his shoulder, Li Lianhua presses close, the pliant line of his body a more honest thank you than any he could utter. "Go on," Di Feisheng says against his hair. "I'll keep an eye on Xiaobao. He'll sort himself out." So you do the same.

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Chapter 8: doctors warning

"Now be a good girl for me, sweetheart. I know you can handle all of me." Wriothesley said while having me pinned against his desk.

"Your grace, please. I can't wait much longer. It's just so hot." I tried pulling against the cuffs, but they remained clasped against my wrists.

"Don't worry, my sweet little princess. I'll get you where you need to be." He said his icy eyes alight with passion as he pulled closer, his lips nearly grazing my neck.

"Wriothesley, please, your grace." I panted out.

He smirked as I felt a sharp pang in my neck, "You're as sweet as how I like my tea."

"WRIO!" I gasped.

"Hmmm, you need to wake up, little princess." He chuckled as he stood up.

"Silva! Wake up! Silva!" I heard a muddled voice.

"But your grace." I whimpered as the chains faded along with most of the surroundings.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll see you soon." Wriothesley said, fading to black.

I slowly opened my eyes. Sam was standing next to me with a female I at the end of my bed. He offered his hand, and I happily took it. He helped me sit and stand up.

"Thanks Sam, how's the wife and newborn?" I ask, stretching out.

"They are well. My little girl finally has slept through the night. My wife was so happy. She told me to tell you thank you if you pulled through. I'm quite glad you did." He said,"You probably want to shower and change, right? Melissa has been assigned to help you by Sigewinne."

"Well, I more or less actually volunteered Sammy. Hi, I'm Melissa. I'm this doofuses cousin. On behalf of my family, thank you for keeping him safe. Please call me Mel." She smiled.

"It's nice to have pleasant faces around, but I do agree a shower would be nice. Could you guys help me down to the gym? The water gets warmer there." I asked, looking for my toiletries.

"I'll be glad to escort you. That way, Sam can make sure your food is ready by the time you're done." Mel said, smiling.

"Yea, Wolsey has a fresh batch of Fontaine onion soup being made just for you, apparently." Sam chuckled, then looked at me, "His grace put most of your belongings in the crate on the table. You should be able to find your shower kit there."

"Thank you, Sam." I chirpped, quickly grabbing my shower stuff as well as a change of clothes.

Mel led me to the shower rooms in the gym. I quickly washed my body and hair. The pluie lotus scent gently caressed my skin. I had to unwrap the bandages before I stepped in. Old scabbing fell off, revealing scarred but new skin.

"Hey Mel!" I heard a familiar male voice shout.

"Hey Roussimoff, sorry on duty right now. I can't really talk." Melissa said.

"It's alright, Mel. I still have a bit to do. As long as I can change in private, it's fine." I sigh, "Hey Roussimoff, any interesting matches coming up?"

"No, the matches have been pretty dull. I want to schedule you, Silva. How bout it a couple of weeks and have you back in the ring?" He asked, letting out a hearty laugh.

"Given the fact I was dead less that twenty four hours ago, I think my comeback to the ring will need to wait longer than two weeks. But I'll say this when I do return, it'll be a good show." I chuckled as I scrubbed my thighs.

I heard Mel and Rouss continue to chat about mundane things. Weather outside and the lineups for an upcoming tournament. I heard Roussimoff say something interesting. That his grace was participating in the tournament as a wild card finale.

That tournament was in three months. I smiled. I'm sure I'd be at a hundred percent by then. I'm going to join that tournament.

When I finished my shower, I stepped out to find a fresh towel laid out for me. Swiftly drying off and changing into the light outfit I brought with me, I went to find Melissa.

Caddy in hand, I searched the weight room. I couldn't find Melissa anywhere in the gym. Suddenly, I felt a cold hand on my bare shoulder. I felt my body jolt as I turned around.

"Who in the archons fucking hell ....Wriothesley!" I shouted placing my hand over my heart as I saw his grace with the biggest smirk I'd seen on his face.

"For someone who was just dead, you turned around pretty quickly." He chuckled.

I sighed and took a few deep breaths, "Could you wipe that grin off your face? Archons, are you trying to kill me again?"

"My apologies, I was actually looking for you. I was the one who told Melissa and Roussimoff to go to the ring. I need to bring you to the observation ward. Sigewinne sent for a doctor when you didn't wake up the third day of your coma. He arrived a little while ago. He also instructed me to bring this." Wriothesley said, revealing the unopened letter from Zhongli.

"That would mean... She didn't!" I covered my mouth and ran past Wriothesley.

If I had to say so, I moved fast for someone who was dead not too long ago. Getting to the observation ward from the gym normally would take about a ten minute fast walk to the lift alone. But I made it to the lift in nearly six minutes.

Sam was waiting by the lift and sent it up as I stepped on. Once we reached the upper floor, I stepped off, nodding at Sam, and took off once more. A strong medicinal scent lingered in the air. I practically leaped the steps up to the observation ward.

"It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, I've heard nothing but good things about you from Silva." I heard Sigewinnes soft voice say as I dashed up to the observation ward.

"Like wise, and I must thank you, Ms. Sigewinne for being so kind to her. Silva is like a daughter to me. I'm glad she has such a capable doctor nearby." A sweet familiar voice said that brought a smile to my face.

She did.

"You two seem to have company." The shrill voice of the snake said.

"Thank you for noticing me, Changsheng." I smiled as I walked into the ward, "Baizhu, it's great to see you."

He simply let out a chuckle and hugged me. The scent of older medicinal herbs filled my nose. I squeezed tight as my heart shook.

"Now, now Silva, I need to take a look at you." He chuckled, letting me go gesturing to the closest bed.

I nodded and headed towards the bed, taking a seat. Baizhu quickly got to work, and Changsheng slithered around my neck. I simply closed my eyes and let him do his exam.

My mind drifted to my dream. How cold his grace's hands felt on top of mine. I imagined his lips being the same temperature. How he'd wear the smug look he had on earlier when I ask.

"Silva, what's going through that mind of yours?" Changsheng said, "Your pulse sped up significantly."

I felt my cheeks burn red. Baizhu had a light smile and pat my shoulder. His kind eyes were soft.

"I have some good news and a hypothesis for you, Silva. Which would you like first?" Baizhu said, offering his arm out to Changsheng, who remained coiled comfortably around my neck.

"The good news, archons know I could use it." I chuckled as Sigewinne pulled out a notepad.

"To start the dendro energy that resides in your body is finally stabilized. I noticed that when you came in for your check-up before you left, it wasn't at a safe level. It's why I had you take that course of dendrocide potions before you left. While I think it was enough to suppress it while through the dendro rich Chenyu Vale. When your assailant drugged you the first time, they reactivated the dormant energy. The people who attacked you and drugged you the second time, what they did forced enough of that energy out by over activating it." Baizhu explained, "Ms. Sigewinne told me you learned your mother was a dendro elemental. So I'm going to recommend you be taking that dendrocide potion here as well."

I sighed, "She's more than an elemental. I don't know if Monsieur Nuevillette would want me to say anything to his grace, but both of you are my doctors, so I think it's fine telling you guys."

"What do you mean, Ms. Silva?" Sigewinne asked, and Baizhu gave me a curious look.

"I am the daughter of Apep, the dragon sovereign of dendro and a human." I covered my face with my hand only to feel a thunck on my temple.

"Why do you look ashamed?" Changsheng said, wrapping around Baizhus's arm, which was now on my shoulder, "Do you even understand how much this explains!?!"

"If I was to be frank Mr. Zhongli had that theory. Once he saw the dendrocide potions in your bag and the reaction to being stabbed with the drug. He had me create you a special medicine for something. He had a feeling that would happen soon. It was in the parcel I sent. Given that you were in a coma and haven't been taking it, I honestly think in about a weeks time. You should be kept in seclusion." Baizhu said, "In all honesty, I'd rather bring you back to Liyue for observation, but I know I can't. The Iudex made that very clear."

"Is Zhongli's explanation on everything in the letter he sent?" I asked.

"That's my guess." He said, pushing my hair back behind my ear.

"Then, by all means, please take it. You don't have to read aloud." Wriothesley said, slowly walking in letter in hand.

"Dr. Baizhu, this is his grace." Sigewinne said, introducing them.

"It's a pleasure. As I told Ms. Sigewinne, thank you for treating Silva so well." Baizhu smiled.

"You're welcome, and I'd be beating myself if I didn't thank you for coming. In the short amount of time she's been here, I have grown quite fond of Silva." Wriothesley said, handing me the letter.

When our hands brushed, I felt my cheeks heat up. They were cold to the touch, just like in my dreams. I shook my head and flipped open the wax seal on the letter. Zhongli's voice played in my head as I read.

"My dear Silva, I'm glad to have your correspondence. I have done some research in liyue's and even some of Sumeru's libraries. I know who she is. I'm working on a way for you to meet her after you are released, but until then, I'm having our friend Baizhu prepare a medicine I myself am on for you. It'll prevent a very dangerous aspect of what we are. Please stay safe til I see you once more, my treasured friend, Zhongli." His voice ended.

"What does a dangerous aspect even mean?" I ask my green haired friend.

"Your mother being a dendro elemental means certain steps just need to be taken to prevent any harm to you or say someone you care about when you are experiencing your monthly cycle. Although that might be different as well." Baizhu said, sitting next to me and speaking very quietly, "Especially since the elemental you were born from is a dragon."

"I understand, Baizhu." I said, "Did you leave a good stock with Sigewinne?"

"I did. Now, I need to do a full medication work up and make sure everything is in working order for when I leave. Why don't you go with Mr. Wriothesley and get some food. I'll be in the infirmary with Ms. Sigewinne, but don't worry, I will come say goodbye when I'm done." Baizhu said.

I simply nodded and stood up. Baizhu offered his hand to his grace, to which Wriothesley shook it. Our previous conversation crossed my mind.

"Baizhu, what was your hypothesis? About me?" I asked.

He turned to me and smiled, "No need to worry about it, Silva. You'll know soon enough."

"Alright, I'll see you in a bit, Baizhu." I said bowing.

Wriothesley led me away from the observation ward. He walked on my left, his steps falling heavily against the metal floors. His handcuffs sway with each step.

"You're as sweet as I like my tea." Echoed through my mind as I watched him pull his cuffs off his belt,  spinning them on his finger.

I bit my lip as he pulled ahead. He was very much a fine looking man. Even with how many layers he was wearing, I could see how well built his back was. Something was different, though.

"Wriothesley, where's your coat?" I asked, confused.

"I had a guarde bring it to one of Fontaines' best cleaners. There was a pretty big stain on it." He said, looking back at me, "Come on, let's go to my office. I have something for you."

I nodded and followed relatively close behind. I noticed the gaurdes were out in force today. Was the fear of a riot, maybe?

When Wriothesley and I arrived at his office, he locked the doors behind him once we walked through.

"Why did you lock the doors your grace?" I asked as I walked up the stairs.

He sighed and pulled out a red box of tea I had once seen in the Kamisato house.

"Care for a cup?" He asked a bit of hesitation in his voice.

"Of course, I'd love tea with you." I smile.

Wriothesley sat in front of me, and he took my hand. He looked me dead in my eyes. He tried to speak twice, but no words managed to escape his lips.

"Archons, I didn't expect this to be so hard." He managed to wrestle out that much.

I walk up next to him, "it's OK, your grace. No matter what, you can tell me."

I forced my courage up and took his hand. At the contact, Wriothesley took a deep breath and pressed a kiss on my lips.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have," He said, trying to pull away, but I quickly pressed another kiss on his lips.

[truths33k3r4]

CHAPTER 21 - Lost Control

The silence of the hallway did nothing to relent the growing noise in Raph’s head. Over and over, he replayed the past 5 minutes of his fight with Leo. 

‘ He’s never done this before.. It’s always “ You should’ve known better! “ or “ WISE UP, RAPH!”... And what the heck did he ask me..  AGH! STUPID BRAIN- Stupid. Stupid. STUPID. ‘

However deep he scraped into his mind, Leo’s words to him still remained hidden.

And it was driving Raphael mad.

‘ A question.. He had his brows up… It was a question- Ok what would he ask??.... 

Uh maybe “ Can I look at your arm? “... ‘

Raph’s cheeks softly warmed at the reminder of the pitiful squeak that escaped his face when Leo grabbed his sore arm. Despite the embarrassment of the memory, Raph let out a small smile. Even though Leo had been so angry with him, as soon as he knew Raph’s arm was in pain, he relinquished his tight grip. And then later switched to Raph’s left arm.

‘... Even when he’s as angry as me… He’s still above me. ‘

The times his oldest brother’s temper made an appearance were far and few between. Even when they were kids, when Sensei’s patience was on its last breath trying to recall the names of his four sons, he resorted to calling them “ Shizukana “( Tranquil ), “ Kisho “ (Temper), “No” ( Brain ), and “ Hanten” ( Spots).

Sensei knew what he was doing when he called Leonardo “ Tranquil”.

For as long as he’d kept watch over Leo, the little mutant always carried a soothing calmness to the chaos of the family. Whenever the brothers got into their usual tussles, Leo would quietly waltz into the room, pause and listen to both sides of the argument, process and discern who was in the right, and going by his judgment, grab and pull the instigator into a separate room to Sensei.

Somehow at a very young age, Leo carried a maturity only a senior person could hold.

And then…

.. there was Raph: The one who instigated the most.

The one who could never control the burning fire flickering in his heart…

… The one who hurt his brothers.

“ Mmmmnghhhh… “

Raph jolted at the sound of Lotus’ quivering voice. He looked down at her, cradled helplessly in his arms. He had forgotten he was even carrying her… It only felt like he was carrying Sensei’s thicker robe, or maybe a 8 year old Mikey.

He was somewhat used to the sensation from years of carrying his brothers.

There were times growing up that training became far more draining, leaving Raph carrying a very exhausted Mikey to bed, or a sore Don to his beanbag chair. But Leo never allowed someone to carry him. Even Sensei. No matter how physically spent he felt, he’d much rather drag his heavy feet and aching limbs to his bedroom on his own, than risk such humiliation. He was the oldest, and therefore he had to be the strongest. 

‘ “Weakness isn’t a trait a leader should possess. NOT EVER.” ‘

Raph found it ironic when Leo stepped up as Team Medic at the age of 15. How the heck can someone be so good at carin’ for others when he’s so bad at carin’ for HIMSELF??? Leo was always the one to come running when one of the brothers scraped their knee, or twisted their ankle, or whatever. The brothers would joke that he slept with the first aid kit under his pillow.

.. How can that same brother get caught with blood all over his hands alone in the dead of night?

How can that same brother be found with an ice pack over his dislocated shoulder?

How can that same brother ask Raph to never tell his family about any of it?

‘.. At least I know when to ask for help..Sort of..’

Raph looked down, escaping from his memories, to study Lotus.

Her breathing had finally slowed down to a normal pace, and her eyelids fluttered and winced. 

Now that he was holding her, he got to really see all the scars and bruises plaguing her body up close. Her skin was so pale. And the insides of her arms were bruised with black and blue. He could feel her bones nearly poking through her thin skin.

‘ This girl’s really gone through heck and back..’

Raph walked slower through the hallway, flattening his feet to make less movement so as to not disturb Lotus. With all the bruises and cuts, he knew to be more careful with his jostling movements.

He also realized, while focusing so hard to not move Lotus too much, that he was now squeezing her limp body up to his plastron. He could feel the small breaths rise up in her chest and then extinguish with a faint sigh.

They were way too short.

Normally a deep breath would last about two seconds.

Her's weren’t even lasting one. 

‘ Gotta make sure to tell Leo about that..

Ughh… After.. I apologize, that is….’

As Raph arrived back at the brother’s bedroom, he noticed his youngest brother in bed laying on a pile of dirty clothes reading comics. Mikey gave his brother a small look, but then shot up when he saw who Raph was carrying.

“ Awwwww Raph, you’re a big softieeeee~” Mikey cooed as he reached to grab his phone.

Without skipping a beat, Raph immediately grabbed his lone sai left on the ground and chucked it full-force about 3 inches away from Mikey’s snout. Mikey let out a startled gasp, covering his nose with his other hand, and looked back at Raph with his eyes bugging out.

“ I WILL END YOU. “ Raph mouthed with the fierceness of a lion as he shone his sharp fangs to Mikey. “ PUT THE PHONE DOWN. “

Mikey paused for just a moment, contemplating if it would be worth it to retaliate.. But the look of barely- contained seething anger in Raph’s eyes made him rethink his choices.

But consequences have never stopped Mikey.

SOMEHOW- AGAIN- In the span of a FLIPPIN’ MILLISECOND- Mikey swiped up his phone, tapped the screen, slid down the ladder from his bunk, and zipped out the door.

Raph stood there, still holding Lotus, with his mouth gaping open and his head flipping from Mikey’s bunk to the door. 

‘ ………….. I always thought three brothers were too many. ‘

With a low growl, Raph braced his core and bent his knees as he carefully placed Lotus onto the mattress. Thoughts pushed into his head as he pulled the covers over her, tucking her in as best he could. But this time, since he wasn’t in the annoying presence of his brothers, Raph allowed such thoughts to gain the front of his mind. 

Normally, he would push against things that would pull unwanted emotions to the surface of his rough exterior. However much Mikey encouraged him to “ not ignore his feelings”, Raph knew better than to listen. Feelings lead to emotions. Emotions lead to hugs and tears; Something so awkward and… VULNERABLE for everyone involved. So, yeah, no thanks. Not his thing. He’ll leave that to Mikey. 

However..

If there ever WERE times he would allow such things to cloud his mind and judgment, they would be felt BEHIND DOORS. NO ONE present.

Raph scoped out the room. It was only him and.. his unconscious roommate. 

‘ …. Guess it’s safe enough to… ugh… feeeeeel. ‘

His eye brows lowered as he watched Lotus from the edge of the bed. Theories of the causes of her various cuts and bruises flew through his mind. He’s seen all kinds of injuries, (mostly by being the older brother of Mikey), bruises included. He also understood that they weren’t made by any trip or fall. The ones wrapped around her wrists seemed to be spread over a sizable dent imprinted into her skin. 

Raph’s pupils constricted as he remembered the cuffs that had been strapped down on his own body. The jerks at that lab made sure to make them way too tight. He remembered how simply clenching his fists would squeeze a painful pressure into his wrists and upper arm.

He absentmindedly rubbed his right wrist as he shook his head to bring his mind back to the present.

‘ NO! I’m HOME. I’m SAFE. I’m OK. ‘

He thanked God that the shaking didn’t start again. He hated when things were out of his control. ESPECIALLY if it’s his own dang body. 

That thought brought more to Raph’s mind. He laid his hand down next to Lotus’ on the edge of the bed.

‘ Looks like you’ve never been in control of anything in your own life…What the heck were you doin’ at that lab? What did they want with you… ‘

Raph jolted by a faint groan and a small voice.

“.... Th- thank you…Raph… “

He turned his head to look at Lotus, whom was now fighting to stay awake. Her eyelids hung low as she spoke looking up at him. 

Raph allowed a subtle smirk on his face as he plopped down on the floor next to her. His eyes stayed glued to the ground as he patted the top of the covers where Lotus’ hand was peeking through. 

“... No problem. “ 

Just as Raph began to lift his hand, the feeling of something quickly wrapping around it shocked his senses. His eyes shot up to see his hand clutched between Lotus’.

Everything went silent including Raph’s brain.

That's it for this chapter! :) This one was one of my easiest to write by far. ( Probably helps that Raph is the focus.)

Hope you enjoyed!

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So, there's many of you now. I know we're in the How Sweet It Is Not To Know Follower Counts website and I do cherish that, but still, more people than ever in my life clicked a button that in some capacity says "I care what this dork has to tell me" and I want to acknowledge and celebrate that - especially now that this growth seems to have settled into its rhythm.

Spot when @identifying-cars-in-posts reblogged my pinned, lol.

So, for my 100th post, I felt like celebrating our love for reaching round numbers. And little in the automotive world represents it more iconically than what reigned supreme above all cars in the 1980s.

Porsche started out as an engineering firm, whose most notable contract was what would become known as the Volkswagen Beetle (and boy what a story that is). The first car of its own was the 356 seen below - a sporty body laid over Beetle underpinnings and thus still mostly made by Volkswagen. But by God, they were going to run with that recipe and perfect it 'til the sun burst.

Meanwhile, in England, a chap called Colin Chapman decides the next of his company's track cars will actually be drivable on the street, to need no trailer to go race. Thus the Lotus Seven is born and sold in kit, which avoids high taxes on the exporting of cars to the US (but those taxes would have remained had they been sold with assembly manuals… so they were sold with disassembly manuals for you to read backwards. No, seriously.).

The Porsche 356 kept getting less and less Volkswagen and more and more Porsche until in 1964, the year of the Beatles, the year of the Stones, the stone-age Beetle was left behind for good with the Porsche 911 (seen below), a blank-canvas take on the same recipe of an air-cooled rear boxer engine powering the rear wheels of a squished-Beetle-shaped sportscar. 'Twas good.

In 1973, Lotus was doing pretty well for itself. The Seven's whole 2500 sales had carried it through producing a number of other models, and a few were even in production concurrently - a lineup! Exciting stuff! Well, that and an F1 team so successful its Wikipedia page features the section "Domination in the 60s and '70s". The exciting opportunity to move upmarket, with bigger models with AC and automatics and all that bougie shit, pushed them to move away from the image of scruffy old kit car makers, ceding the Seven's production to the last two dealers that sold it, main one being Caterham Cars.

The 911 headed into the 80s old enough to drive, and Porsche's plans considered it at the end of the line, with staff already mourning it. But then the yankee at his third week as CEO saw those plans (which to Germans are basically scripture), said "to hell with that" and extended that line off the chart. Literally. He went to the lead engineer's office and physically took a marker at a development chart. They all secretly liked that.

Still, it was clear the game was changing - intercoolers, all wheel drive, active suspension... how hard could the 911 layout go if it didn't stick to its simple air-cooled roots? Well, Porsche resolved to find out by filling it with the cusp of automotive advancements and then some. And I do mean filling - a chassis that didn't even need space for a radiator was suddenly tasked with storing it, two turbos, two intercoolers, and a good half dozen oil pumps.

Yeah good luck with that, buddy. Oh, and materials? The body was kevlar, the frame was aluminium, the floor was Nomex (ever even heard of Nomex???), the wheels were magnesium and the spokes were hollow!!!! You could blow into the spokes!!! And don't get me started on the technology! Variable height, an all-wheel-drive system that distributed torque at will, electronics galore... As you may be able to guess, development was… complex.

At one point a test driver was doing 180km/h (112mph) to go get the car un-on-fire-d, and that's just one of the plenty horror stories. Hell, work started in 1983 to create a car for Group B and took so long that when said rally series died in 1986, production was just starting. Not that development would stop at the start of production, either - the first cars just got updated when the owners took them in for their service. (Can't blame them, I fix wording in weeks-old posts...) But however long it took, the resulting Porsche 959 answered the originating question "How hard can this chassis go?" with a resounding "Hard and then some".

It was comfortable and refined enough to be driven every day, but so capable it extended the limits of the concept of production car. Put it this way: it reached car people's favorite round number, 100km/h (to yankee doodles, 60mph) in 3.6 seconds. The second fastest production car did so in 4.6. That's one second of margin in a race that ends in five. Oh, and if you want to put it another way: the 959 was the first production car to ever surpass 300km/h, let alone come 1 shy of the mythical 200mph (322km/h).

Meanwhile, the handful of chaps at Caterham was still producing the Caterham Seven. It's the Lotus Seven (specifically the third revision, from 1968), but I guess in '83 the engine changed. We were saying?

They couldn't sell the 959 stateside for lack of crash test data, and America's ban on importing foreign cars under 25 years of age had no exception. That is, until Bill Gates wanted a 959 so bad he spent 13 years getting an exception passed. That's how hot this car is.

And yet, this record-breaking, boundary-pushing, master-of-all-trades hypercar sits atop the 80s automotive landscape engulfed in shadow. But how? Why? Because it failed to contend with the greatest automotive headache: humans. It was planted, practical, reliable, predictable - docile, domesticated, amicable. Perfect. But these are not meant to be cars, they're meant to be posters. And you don't get posters of what is perfect, but of what excites you. And what excites us is the visceral, the raw, the uncompromising - the wild, the feral, the dangerous. And, of course, reaching round numbers. What excites us is a lot more like the first production car to break 200mph, the Ferrari F40.

Remember how the 959 was being developed for Group B racing and then the series died? Well, Ferrari got screwed over too, with the 288 GTO Evoluzione they were developing (seen here to the right of the base 288 GTO) suddenly having no reason to be.

The lead engineer then asked Enzo Ferrari to let him turn that weekend project (literally, they couldn't spend work week time on it) into a road car to celebrate their 40 years. Enzo, nearing the end of his days, thought "Ah, what the hell, let's leave with a bang", so they set off to build what would become the anti-959. Not anti as in response, but as in antithesis. Where the 959 was an attempt to modernize the noisy, unrefined, old-school 911 -to make a supercar "tested for everyday usability to the most strenuous standards", by Porsche's words- the F40 was a reaction to, per Ferrari's words, "customers saying Ferraris were becoming too plush and comfortable": "nothing but sheer performance. Not a laboratory for the future, as the 959 is. Not Star Wars."

To exemplify: left is the 959 - note the leather and electric seats, right is the F40, note the string you open the door with.

The F40 was noisy, crashy, torrid, and the turbo lag painstakingly smoothed out in the 959 here kicked you in the back like a locked door. It would rip your head off the moment it sensed you didn't know what you were doing. But it was more exciting - to look at, to hear, to drive. And that's what won people over - including the buyers, which were near four times as many as Porsche's despite the price tag being double.

Had the 959 lost then? Well, not quite. Enter the 959 S. Doing away with much of the 959's luxuries, like adjustable suspension, electric windows, AC, central locking, and even backsea- wait, the 959 had BACKSEATS???? Holy FUCK why does no one talk about that??? Take the family on a trip to 300kphville! I was saying. They schlapped some bigger turbos on too and power went from 444hp right past the F40's 470hp to a healthy 508, that propelled it over what any roadgoing F40 ever managed at 211mph, or 339km/h. Presumably for bragging rights.

And I want to stress, these were titans clashing here. This was leagues beyond what other production cars could even comprehend. Again, the 959 hit 100km/h in 3.6 seconds. The F40 held a record by taking less than 16 seconds to go from 0 to 160km/h(100mph) and back to 0. This was witnessing superhumans fighting through the clouds.

And then in 1992, the two chaps that 'developed' Caterhams (i.e. banged new ones together in the shed) told the chap they worked for "Hey, let's make one that's really barebones and fast", rang up their ol' mate (and ex-F1 racer) Jonathan Palmer to ask to lend a hand, and bought some of the 250hp engine that powered the Vauxhall (British for Opel) Cavalier GSi in the British Touring Car Championship.

Thus, the Caterham Seven Jonathan Palmer Evolution - a raw, uncomfortable, uncompromising beast that went fast as all fuck. Now, if you don't know Sevens you may think "Ah, so just like the F40, what with its handcrank windows and the string to open the doorlatch and all". And to illustrate how far off that is: in the Seven the windows were sown on and you latched the door yourself with a press button.

And that's the standard version which had windows and doors. The JPE didn't.

The JPE had a carbon tub you were meant to call a seat, the controls, a rev counter and a tach that didn't even bother reading until 30mph, and fuck you. And this one is not even as barebones as the JPE got: this one is painted.

So while the F40 went from 1,250kg (2760lb) to 1370kg (3020lb) when adjusted to comply with US regulations and the 959 went from 1450kg (3200lb) to the lightweight S version's 1350kg (2975lb), the Seven JPE weighed 1170. As in 1170lb. 530kg. Read that again if you need to, but it had about half the power of those two and considerably less than half the car to move. And so, in January 1993, this thing -this '50s coffin with a Vauxhall engine banged together by one guy in a shed- took the Guinness World Record for fastest car to 100km/h with a time of 3.46 seconds - and the 0-160km/h-0 record with 13.1 seconds. Close your eyes and picture that.

Yet the Seven JPE is hardly known to anyone but the most hardcore of enthusiasts, and owned by barely four dozens of 'em. So did it, perhaps, ultimately lose? Not at all. In fact, none of these cars did.

Every 959 cost Porsche twice what they sold it for, but the project proved the 911's layout could stand the test of time, and its development gave Porsche technologies it gradually infused into the 911 keeping it relevant, competitive, and most importantly alive to this day.

And I think we can safely say that when Enzo Ferrari died in 1988, a year after the F40's launch, his wish to leave with a bang was perfectly fulfilled - so much so that the F40 is commonly regarded as the peak of his legacy.

And the JPE was simply the greatest Seven ever - the most raw, thrilling, pure automotive experience the streets had ever witnessed. If driving a fast car was like biking down a hill, the Seven JPE was skydiving. Hell, it was the cover car of éX-Driver, an anime about a team using old-school sportscars to rescue haywire autonomous vehicles!

Not that culturally relevant but MAN was it cool as a kid. I need to hang those damn posters one of these days. I was saying.

These are three success stories in three radically different ways. Because, as much as I've made this post all about the numbers, sometimes it's not about that. Sometimes it's about making a show, leaving a mark, being spectacular. Sometimes it's about pushing yourself to achievements you can take pride and inspiration from. Sometimes it's simply about having fun seeing just how far you can really go. Sometimes it's about deciding what you want to be and make a new favorite version of yourself, that is the best it can be at what you care the most about. And for some that may result in less popularity or success or impact or legacy than others, but those are just some of the things you can work towards. It can be okay to just work towards having a blast. Hell, those madmen at Caterham used to stay after work to build themselves track cars, race them the next day and put ‘em back in the workshop after racing them, and the company survived to this day. Because, yes, they're still around - and their new lineup topper gets to 100 in 2.8. Windshield still optional. Well, at least there's headrests now. And a wider version, for the concrete possibility that you physically don't fit.

Never change, Caterham, because you certainly never have.

Links in blue are posts of mine explaining the words in question - if you liked this post, you might like those!

[diabolus1exmachina]

Marcos Mantula 

Introduced in 1984, the Marcos Mantula was the result of the company’s continuous pursuit of the perfect British sports car. The Mantula replaced the previous model, the Marcos GT, and was available in both coupe and convertible body styles over its production run.The car’s classic Marcos styling, including its long bonnet, low-slung body, and sleek lines, was designed for optimal aerodynamics and shared a lot with the earlier GT model.

The Mantula was powered by a Rover V8 engine, which was known for its low-weight and high-tunability. This 3.5 liter engine produced 190 horsepower and 220 lb ft of torque, propelling the lightweight sports car from 0-62 mph in just 5.5 seconds.

With a top speed of 140 mph, the Mantula was more than capable of holding its own against its competitors, and later in the 1980s it would receive the more powerful 3.9 liter fuel injected version of the V8. Most examples of the Mantula were sold as kit cars in Britain, approximately 140 kits were bought over the production run.

There were a number of changes introduced to the car over the course of its nine year 1984 – 1993 production, a convertible version was offered from 1986 onwards, and the Rover V8 was upgraded to the 3.9 liter unit in the late 1980s. Independent rear suspension would also become standard from 1986 onwards, based on components from the Ford Granada.

In 1993 Marcos Engineering made the fateful decision to no longer offer kit cars, switching to a line of full factory-built production cars as Lotus had done in the early 1970s. The company would then be competing more directly with British sports car makers like TVR, Morgan, and Lotus – for better or worse.

[evupdates]

GuitarWorld: “I did everything by working my ass off. I played in bars six nights a week, 300 shows a year, three one-hour sets every night for eight years with no record deal”: Evanescence’s Troy McLawhorn on his guitar firsts, favorites and embarrassing moments https://trib.al/khFs88q

Interview Behind The Read More

In this Inquirer column, we reach out to Troy McLawhorn of Evanescence to answer the essential questions in any guitar player’s life. We’re talking first songs learned, first guitars played, and what would McLawhorn do if he had a time machine?

Well, maybe we know the answer to that – he’d take that damned trench coat back to the store…

What was your first guitar?

“My mom and dad had guitars in the house, and though they didn’t play them that much, those were the first guitars I grew up playing on. The one I really started to learn how to play on was my mom's nylon-string classical guitar.

“I played that for years before they bought me my first guitar, which I picked out in a music store down the street from my house. It had a black Gibson Explorer-style body with a maple neck and was made by a company called Lotus.”

What was the first song you learned to play?

“House of the Rising Sun by the Animals. I figured out the chords and then gave a little concert to my mom and dad. I was around 12.”

Do you remember your first gig?

“My first gigs were playing at parties. In my hometown, older kids would have what they called keg parties, where they’d buy a couple of kegs of beer and have a band play. So my first gigs were in people’s backyards, playing at parties for older people who were getting drunk. One of the earliest bands I can remember being in at the time was Hellrazor. By default, our only payment was beer.”

Ever had an embarrassing moment on stage?

“I can't think of anything in particular that occurred in Evanescence, but I do remember one embarrassing moment back in the early ’90s when I was in Still Rain. Whenever I performed, I’d wear snakeskin boots and a leather trench coat that went all the way down to the ground.

“One night, I was playing a solo at the front of the stage and totally rocking out. When I was done, I took a step back, but because my trench coat was so long, I stepped on it and couldn’t stand up straight.

“Each time I tried stepping back, the trench coat got shorter and shorter, until I fell down on stage on my back into the drum kit. I rolled around for a second so I could get my shit together, and I finally got up.”

What’s your favorite piece of gear?

“One piece of gear that I regret letting go of was a Mesa Boogie Mark IV. It was a combo that had a beautiful tweed front. As for my favorite, it’s my 1985 Gibson Les Paul Custom that was given to me for my birthday by a good friend.

“It was used when I got it, but it’s a beautiful guitar that’s got this amazing piece of leather artwork on the front. I’ve never seen anything like it and it just sounds and plays great.”

Suppose the building is burning down; what one guitar from your collection would you save?

“My wife gave me a really great American Telecaster for Christmas a few years back. It’s one of my favorite guitars to play when I’m at home, and it means a lot to me because my wife gave it to me.”

When was the last time you practiced and what did you play?

“It would’ve been last night before the show. I warm up before every show, playing guitar for 20 or 30 minutes. I will usually go through some exercises, and maybe a couple of things in the show that I may have fucked up the night before.

“I don’t really have a routine, as I don’t actually sit down and practice all that much when on tour, as I concentrate on maintaining and getting ready for the show I’m about to play. But when I’m home, I practice a lot and like to learn new things.”

What aspect of the guitar would you like to improve?

“I’d love to have more of a knowledge of music theory. Growing up, I learned everything by ear. I just listened to records and tried to figure out what I could. I think it would be great to have more of an educated knowledge of theory and scales and all that stuff.”

What advice would you give to your younger self?

“I’d say invent a time machine so it can take you to now, where you could watch YouTube videos! I think it’s amazing that kids have YouTube now, because it would’ve been a whole different thing for me if I had all the knowledge that’s on YouTube."

“I did everything I could by working my ass off. I played in bars five and six nights a week, playing 300 shows a year, playing three one-hour sets every night for about eight years with no record deal. The experience was amazing. I don’t know what more I could have done outside of what we did in that time.”

Fallen (20th Anniversary) is out now via Craft Recordings.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

Die Another Day – Ford Thunderbird

Picking the ugliest, worst movie car of all time was actually a no-brainer. The Bond movies are famous for their great cars including the classic Aston Martin DB5, a couple of Ford Mustangs, as well as a slew of Land Rovers, Bentleys, and BMWs. There’s even a Lotus Esprit that doubles as a submarine. Not a few of these were product placements, with car companies paying to get their whips featured in the big-budget franchise. Most egregious of these was the retro-styled Ford Thunderbird featured in Die Another Day. This wasn’t the first Thunderbird in a Bond flick, a ’64 Thunderbird can be seen in Goldfinger and a ’71 Thunderbird makes an appearance in Diamonds Are Forever, but it was indisputably the ugliest Thunderbird, no George Barris custom body kits required.

[lotusfurliveson]

The start of a new Clan

Starting a new clan for this because I can. Let’s roll. Named Lotus Clan in honor of Lotusfur [Screen shots from ClanGen]

[Some taken directly from the game] Newtflake leaves to speak with StarClan. He closes their eyes and are immediately surrounded by their loved ones, friends, and Clanmates who have passed. Stars shine throughout their pelts, and their eyes are warm as they greet the new leader. A queen steps forward with a smile and softly presses her nose in between Newtflake’s ears. “I’m Kestreltooth.” She speaks softly with her muzzle pressed against him. “I give you a life for pride.” Newtflake purrs with a twitch of his tail. He had been scolded more than once for his pride. It wasn’t always warranted after all. A large tom with scars covering his body and a firm gaze walks forward dwarfing the smaller tom when Kestreltooth walks away. Newtflake swallows and lifts his chin stubbornly refusing to back down. “I’m Cypresstrail. I was a warrior for Lotus Clan many years before you were born.” He purrs with a small smile leaning forward to press against the other tom. “And I give you a life for bravery. Even when afraid, stay strong.” A small kit darts forward and Newtflake has to swallow past the lump in his throat. He recognizes him as one of the kits he was unable to save when the tide swelled up and broke through their wall. Antlerkit was a moon shy of becoming an apprentice. Standing on his hind legs Antlerkit licks softly against Newtstar’s cheek. “A life for forgiveness. Forgive yourself as often as you forgive the others.” Newtflake startles when he was too busy watching Antlerkit dart back among the other cats and another queen steps forward and butts her head against his shoulder. “I am Tuftfur.” She smiles before pressing their foreheads together. “A life for endurance.” “I’m Rookpaw.” An apprentice introduces himself. “I could have been your mentor. Find happiness and don’t let it go.” Newtflake bowed his head in thanks as the small tom walks away. He lifts his gaze and smiles as an elderly queen limps towards him with a warm gaze. “Hello, Lilyfur.” “Hello little terror.” The two cats butt their heads together. “Your integrity is one of the best things you ever had.” A small queen with eyes that seem too soft for a warrior despite the obvious scars of one. “I’m Burdockflake, have mercy whenever you can.” She doesn’t linger before walking away and making way for the next cat.  Newtflake has to tip his head slightly to stare up at the slim cat that smells of catmint and herbs. Their head is held high and there is a kindness in their eyes he only ever saw in medicine cats.  “I’m Flintshadow.” As they bend down Newtflake has to resist bowing in return. “As leader everything you do is for your clan, I gift you the life of selflessness.” Newtflakes inhales the scent deeply and turns to the final cat that approaches him. “Your last life from me,”Hollowstar is one of the oldest leaders in Starclan, letting the whispers from others introduce him. “And while you already have a life for endurance, you will need one for endurance in the face of hardship. No matter how rough it may be, remember it will get better if you keep going.” Newtflake puffs up with pride as all of Star Clan begins to chant his new name, Newtstar. His old life is over, he now has guardianship of Lotus Clan. He is warned to use his new power wisely. 

Opening his eyes Newtstar looks up at where Frostripe sits waiting for him.  “Shall we return to our clan?” The older medicine cat asks with a tip of her head. He feels the power pulsing through him as he stands to his full height. Smaller than the other cat he nods his head. “Yes.”

[k1k101-sims]

Since my previous 2 Lookbooks was so well recieved, I've decided to make another one. Again, this is based on my Chaotic Legacy, whose Links you will find HERE

The sims used for this lookbook and the "Passion" Version of the Lookbook are the 2 children of Gen 1 (Willow) and another one of my OC Models (Lucian). The link to her lookbooks are here: Writer version and Gardener version.

Because she isn't the usual model, their Skin Details will be listed at the bottom of the post, instead of my in my Model's Skin Details masterlist.

If you want to see her younger brother, the Heartthrob Architect, Link is Here.

Without further ado, Here's Magnolia Woods!

Everyday Make-Up:

@crypticsim's Teddy Eyeliner from R.E.M. beauty Ch1

@twisted-cat's Slayer Eyeshadow from the Slayer Set

Everyday Outfit:

@sashima's Nia Hair

@pralinesims' Eyebrow piercings from Blasphemy Set

@serenity-cc's Alexa Top from Bloom Set

@aharris00britney's Jamie Jeans V1 from Paranormal Add-On Set

@jius-sims' Platform Heel Boots 1 from Boots Collection 4

Formal Make-Up:

@twisted-cat's Dark Hour Lipstick from Dark Hour Set and Wings Eyeshadow from Wings Set

@thepeachyfaerie's Cadence Eyeliner from Back to Basics Makeup Set

Formal Outfit:

@aharris00britney's Mimi Hair (No Headband version)

@arethabee's Mia Rings from the Basics Collection

@pralinesims' Eyebrow Piercing from Blasphemy Set (Same from Everyday)

@clumsyalienn's Melody Necklace from Euphoria CC Pack

@candysims4's Jam Pearl Earrings v1

@joliebean's Obsessed Dress from Slay Belles Set

@madlensims' Safiya Shoes

Party Make-Up:

@vanilasimscc's Doja cat liner from their Doja Mini Set

@crypticsim's Shego Lipstick and 24k lotus eyeshadow from the 24k lotus collection

Party Outfit:

@aharris00britney's Mimi Hair (Same hair from Formal)

@pralinesims' Eyebrow Piercing from Blasphemy Set (Same as previously listed) and Prisma Earrings

@christopher067's Signal Necklace

@clumsyalienn's Sky Shirt from Daylight CC Pack

Base Game Skinny Jeans (From Birthday Update)

@madlensims' Rupert Boots (Long version)

Both outfits have the same make-up and Eyebrow piercings from Everyday.

Cold Weather Outfit:

@sashima's Nia Hair (Same as in Everyday)

@oakiyo's Brie Jacket from Evergreen Collection

Eco Lifestyle's Knitted Pants

@madlensims' Bonnie Boots

Hot Weather Outfit:

@ravensim's Smaller Bantu knots

@pralinesims' Agony Earrings V1 from Agony Earring Set

@nucrests' Unify Shirt Cropped V2 from Unify Collection Add-Ons

@aharris00britney's Chloe Jeans Patterned Version from AxA 2021: Planet AxA collection

@jius-sims' Espadrille Flat Sandals 1 from flats collection pt1

All of them have @ravensim's Smaller Bantu knots (from Hot Weather Wear)

Sleep:

Base Game's Bonet

@its-adrienpastel's Rachel Dress from High School Years Add-On pt 2

@jius-sims' House Slippers 2 from Christmas Collection 2

Athletic:

@pralinesims' Insolence Headphones V1

@jius-sims' Knitted Socks from Retro collection pt2 and Low Top Sneakers 5 from Sneakers collection 3

@casteru's Unbalanced Off-Shoulder Top

@clumsyalienn's Riona Pants from Affection CC Pack

Swimwear:

@madlensims' Sandy Swimsuit 1

Skin Details:

@thepeachyfaerie's Affection Brow N4 from the Eyebrow collection

@northernsiberiawinds' Skin Overlay N12 from Wild cats Collection, Eye Defaults and Non-Defaults N1 and Heterochromia Add-On

@justarandomsim's Casper Freckles

@simandy's Torrada Bodyblush

@obscurus-sims' Body Blush and 3D long eyelashes N5

@miikocc's Mouth corners and Lip Shape overlay from Lip Kit set

@rheallsim's Proper Hairline

@yooniesim's Dongpyo teeth from Imperfect Teeth Set

@candysims4's Vanilla Nails, Colorful Combo Version

[siixkiing]

nzh to mq : “I dislocated every joint in my body. I won’t lie, it kinda hurt.”

☯ The Disastrous life of Saiki K. Sentence Starters (Season 1)  ☯

"Honestly, be shocked if doing that DIDN'T hurt."

Almost wanting to question the Lotus Prince what he had done to cause himself to be in such a state BUT that was technically none of his business really. Instead opting to crouch down near the fallen deity as his hues shifted over his form. Man, this guy took a lot of beatings it seems — was that just the norm for him?

Still, he wasn't completely heartless and while he didn't have a favorable view of most deities — good ol' Nezha wasn't one of them on that list. Least he didn't have a reason to be. Using his shadows to gently ease the Celestial into a more seated position to give him some dignity right now. Better than being sprawled on the ground in his opinion anyway.

"Soooo, you good?"

" — miiiight have something in the ol' medicine kit that could help with this. I think?"

[the-firebird69]

Here's a few ideas and for us too this is a Ford ecosport. It's usually front wheel drive and it handles like a dream no if you need to change a couple suspension parts as tires and rims and it feels very well it'll handle up to 350 miles an hour but it will only go about 280 miles per hour and it has 130 horsepower. If you put the exhaust on it's still going to go 280 mph cuz we include that but the top end would give it 20 horsepower but you did that burning the motor out so we don't like doing that.

-this is the interior shot and it looks really cool actually. We think we would opt for seat covers the seats are not that heavy can you take the back seats out you probably have to leave the carpet in is a huge pain in the ass it's massively awful and so you have this cockpit and it would be the same and the things you can change the handle in the gear shifter you can put a supercar version in and then dials and things like that in accents and people do it up all the time. But really you have to leave the dashboard and everything intact and even the side panels for safety equipment and that's the tough one the kit has to have those side airbags and they're not really required but it would be a good idea but the equipment and hardware is there to connect to so this is this is what it is and really you're just pulling off the panels taking the top off and putting a new top on and panels and roll cage making it safer and faster it goes a lot faster it goes for about $165 mph it will increase to 285 miles per hour and it will be awesome in front wheel drive and you can go all over the place with it we're going ahead and we're going to do this we're going to share with people this idea because it looks pretty cool and they know how to make the interior look nice tons of people do but we want to make the kit come with things to personalize it and looks cool and the labels way too huge have to trim it down a little bit bigger than Alfa Romeo like a lot of size symbol lotus size symbol would be good and tires and rims and it'll be a little bit of a wide body it's kind of look like jacked up Porsche it's awesome looking I can't wait till he sees it he won't even recognize it

Savage oppress

Olympus

If you want things we are going to be in business soon people love this idea in this car and there isn't all-wheel drive and they love that even more and it's a solution. So is the international harvester which would be a lot lighter it would be a fiberglass body with the roll cage and it would go fast and you can tow things almost not really but it'll be decent compared to what they have now you can actually fit people in it so that'll probably start up and we're going to make some and drive them around

Hera

How are you going to get him stuff I mean we need to start and we need programs and we do have programs but they're all huge it says they're always always going to be it started out small and then you figure it out so it's true if he does side work it's going to be a big program and we're working on it we need more people to come forward with ideas though this is horrible and it's globally affecting our people if you are people you're on Earth whether you try and get us some ideas I know we are in trouble we need you to offer the ideas of work and he can do it or let us know if you should not

Thor Freya