#One big Vale
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crustaceousfaggot · 1 year ago
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Me whenever I look at fanart for a podcast character
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w2nv · 10 months ago
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Long time no Cecil. Heres some of my Carlos shrimp posture headcanons .
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In summary. I think Carlos curls up a lot. And I rlly like drawing him being cared for :3. I may post more art on my Carlos posture headcanons this cause its. Weirdly fun ^_^
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thousand-winters · 10 months ago
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Fascinated by people just getting into WTNV and asking if there is a list of episodes to listen to, omitting the "unimportant" stuff I assume.
Chill, you all. Night Vale has been ongoing for around 11 years and it's yet to show any sign that it intends to end any time soon, so you can take your time. Even if it ended soon, there is time.
Enjoy the episodes as they are. Chew on them.
WTNV does this very special thing of making the town feel alive, not every citizen gets an arc or even a spotlight, but they're constant, they're there, living their lives. Those little details, little mentions of everyone growing and continuing living as time pass make it feel so nice.
And then, one day, Night Vale surprises you, and, oh, hey, remember that one intern whose death wasn't confirmed? Well, he has come back, and if you remember him and remember what happened to him at the time, you'll be able to connect the dots of the current arc faster.
The MOST unexpected things come back. The town is alive.
Just enjoy the ride! Enjoy Cecil's voice. Enjoy listening about this friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep.
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ray935sworld · 3 months ago
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The photo
Or: how to get a drunk Luca to a panicking Luca for beginners?
Answer: let him sent a drunk text
„Luca, Luca, corazon, you're drunk" Marc whispered holding his boyfriend close. He had to suppress a giggle as he looked at the young Italian. His brown hair was ruffled and his beautiful blue eyes were fixed on him. He looked worn out from their day. But happy.
They had woken up together, a beautiful house on a coast far away from anyone bothering them, secure enough to be sure that no one would see or recognize them. For once, they were just an ordinary couple, going on a hike, cooking together, kissing each other and more…
However, Luca was currently busy trying to wiggle out of Marc's hug which he only unwillingly allowed. Despite the heat, he refused to let his lover go. He wanted him close and feel his heart beating against his chest. „I'm- not drunnnnk!" Luca slurred as he stood up and made a few steps towards the side of their bed.
Marc, worried he might hurt himself while not being able to walk straight, was immediately on his side. He regretted letting Luca drink so much, underestimating that he could handle way less than him. It started with wine at dinner but had soon escalated to a few drinks too many.
But after all, they were on holidays and Luca was still young. He was allowed to drink a little too much, eat unhealthy and have some fun. He was far too serious and took his diet to strict most of the time anyway. Marc didn’t wanted to be the one stopping him from the little bit of fun he allowed himself.
Marc watched as Luca take his phone and stumbled back to the bed, taking Marc's hand and making him fall with him. He laughed about it. The Spaniard was now laying on his back, his boyfriend on his stomach, grinning at him like a cat that got the milk. „Can we sleep now?" he asked suppressing a yawn.
„Yeah but I still need to send my brother some picture. I promised him" Luca said as he started tapping on his phone. Marc sighed softly. He couldn’t see the screen cause Luca was holding the phone next to his head so he could see the screen and his boyfriend at the same time. But actually, he didn’t really care. Rossi was the last thing he wanted to think about when he had his boyfriend so close to him and all for himself.
„Just do it in the morning. He won't-" he tried to argue but was immediately shut down. „No! I promised. Marc, I pro-o-omised him!" he whined and the Gresini rider was close to laughing out loud. „I need to send him some pics!" „Okay. Okay, but I'll sleep"
He was well aware that Luca would look through all his approximately 300 pictures he had taken today. This would take a while, so - to stay true to his word - Marc started caressing Lucas hair until he was too tired to hold up his arm. Instead he placed it around the younger ones shoulders and soon fell asleep.
It was a peaceful sleep. It always was when he was close to his lover. He dreamed of Luca and their life. Their future. Their love. He dreamed about their wonderful vacation, far away from everyone. They weren't worried or concerned, they didn't need to hide. There was no reason to.
„Marc!" Someone was shaking him awake, disturbing his peace. Confused he blinked, trying to locate himself and figure out what was going on. „Marc, wake up!"
He stared at the wide open eyes of his lovers. He looked scared, filled with fear and pain and an unknown horror. It was terrifying to see.
„Luca?" he asked softly. „What?" „I- Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" the other exclaimed, gasping for air. His breathing was too fast to be considered normal. He looked like he was in the middle of a panic attack. He was.
Quickly Marc sat up, hugging his lover. He felt the younger ones grip tighten around him. His arms holding him like his life depends on it. He clinched to him. „Ma-Marc" he choked as a sob left his throat.
He let a few minutes past. Luca was crying. He was crying and Marc didn't understood a word. There was no reason to ask Luca to repeat himself or explain anything. Whatever it was, he had to get his tear out of his system first.
There was nothing Marc do, except handle the gut wrenching sounds and hope his lover would be comforted by his presence. Somehow.
When he was finally breathing normally, still hanging in Marc's hug, he took a deep breath. „I... I might have done something very, very stupid yesterday" he whispered. „That's okay" he reassured him and kissed him softly. „We'll figure it out. What happened?"
For a moment he was silent, clearly avoiding his eyes. Then he looked him straight in the eyes. „Promise... Promise me... You won't yell at me" „I would never yell at you. I promise. Everyone makes mistakes and... Whatever you've done, we can find a way to deal with it."
„I... I... Fuck. I'm so sorry." he whispered, tears back in his eyes. „I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to. I swear. I... It was a mistake. It was an accident" „Luca, what did you do?" he asked again, softly but he couldn't help but notice the worry creeping in his chest. Luca was a calculating man. He had never seen him being overtaken with worry.
„I... I sent this to my brother" he whispered and showed his phone to Marc. A picture was open. One that was apparently now in Vale's inbox.
It was a beautiful picture, actually. It showed Marc, half naked. Actually he was completely naked and only covered by his blanket but luckily the picture ended under his chest. You could see with Luca wrapped around him.
The young Italian was still sleeping. His eyes were closed and his face had a peaceful look. His cheek was pressed against the older one's chest. You could see his right shoulder. He wasn't wearing a shirt either.
He looked beautiful. Calm and relaxed. They had taken the picture a few days ago. Well, Marc had taken the picture and sent it to his families group chat. His mother had asked for a confirmation that they hadn't done anything stupid and were alright after both hadn't answered for a few days.
Marc was grinning in the camera and winked. Then the realization hit him.
He fucking winked. It looked cheeky and was definitely intended. In that context it was funny. Clearly the two just had sex. In the Marquez family chat who had officially met Luca as Marc's boyfriend, that was okay. They could handle the joke. They made jokes like that all the time.
It was however highly inappropriate to send to the man who hated Marc with a burning passion.
„Fuck" he whispered. Now he understood his boyfriends panic. He was close to panicking as well but one look at his lover made him calm down. Luca was stressed enough. He was the one that had to calm him.
„I-I-I don't know what I should do! He's gonna be so angry." Luca muttered. „He's gonna - he's gonna throw me out the academy and never ever talk to me again. Fuck! What about the others? Pecco, Bez - Cele, Migno - Franco! No! No, no, no-" „Luca calm down. Please. Just breath with me-" he tried but it was too late.
He had talked himself into a panic. Again. He stood up, starting to chase his own shadow in the room. „Marc, they need the academy. Don't you understand? They own Vale everything! They can't betray him. It'd destroy them and their career. They... They will side with him and have to hate me too and they won't ever speak to me again!"
Quickly Marc stood up as well. Without thinking he grabbed his lover, forced him to stay still and took his face in his hands. He looked him straight in the eyes in a way that left no discussion about his words.
„Luca, his hate for me can't be stronger than his love for you" „No. No, you don't understand. He... He basically raised me. He was always there for me. He... He... I... I can't... He..." „But don't you understand what that means? Luca, you're his baby brother.” His mind drifted to Alex.
He tried to imagine what Vale must feel for his brother. “You're the baby he raised. He sees you as a brother and - maybe even as a son. It's obvious to everyone how much you mean to him. Trust him. Please. I trust him to make the right decision and... And if he fucks up, we'll ask the boys to get your stuff and - we'll, depending on you - We either move to Barcelona or Italy."
„I... I don't want to lose him" „I don't want you to lose him either. I know he means so much to you... That's why I trust him. You're a very good man. I believe you wouldn't trust him if he didn't deserve it."
Luca nodded. He didn't looked completely convinced but it was enough for now. The blue dots confirming that Vale had received and seen the pictures was enough to keep the tension in the room. There was no amount of words Marc could say to break it so he didn’t.
Silently they decided to start their day. It was impossible to follow they usual holiday routine of lazy morning sex and cuddling in bed. Instead they started making their breakfast. Both tried to start a conversation. Both were too uncomfortable and lost in thoughts about what might happen to keep it going.
Luca was scared to lose his family. Marc was scared Luca would resent him if Vale made the wrong reaction. Or he'd lose him. Maybe for good, he thought for a scary moment. Maybe this – a clean break, no ones fault, well maybe except Vale’s – was the best for them. Luca wouldn’t feel guilty anymore.
He stopped himself. Losing Luca, giving him up, was impossible. There was no way he’d let him go without a fight. He would find a way. Somehow. Even if he didn’t know how yet.
They sat on the patio of the vacation home they booked, when the ringing of a phone destroyed the silence. They looked at each other. It wasn't Luca's phone that was ringing.
It was Marc's.
„Who is it?" Luca asked as his boyfriend checked the display. „Your brother" he whispered, his cheeks turning white. „My- what?" Luca stared at him in shock. Neither of them had expected that turn of event.
„He calls me. I-" „Pick up!" Luca urged him and Marc quickly did. „Marquez" he answered the call. His voice was wavering He wasn't sure if attack or obedience was the best reaction.
„Here's Valentino... Rossi." The Italian answered. „I... I need to talk to you." „Okay. What's going on?" he tried to asked politely. „Don't act dumb. Your with Luca." he stated. Marc swallowed. He wasn't afraid of Vale for his sake. He was afraid of what Luca might had to go through.
„He drunk sent me a picture. Did you know that?" „Yes, he... He mentioned it." He shared a look with said man. “It was very… interesting. I didn’t expect to see my fucked out brother accompanied by… you” Luca looked defeated - sad. And that was the moment Marc decided that enough was enough. Their vacation wasn’t supposed to be like that. He wouldn’t allow that Luca’s one brake had this turn on him. He'd take control of the situation. He'd handle it.
„I know. He told me about sending it to you on accident. He was very concerned about your reaction - to put it lightly. He didn't mean to send it to you. He wanted to tell you. Not like this. But that's unimportant right now. What's important is that Luca is the most important person in my life.”
There was a light brush on Luca’s cheek. It made him look even younger. Marc looked only at him as he spoke. “I love him. I love him desperately and I feel like I can't breathe without him. I consider him part of my future, regardless and completely unrelated to his relatives. So knowing that, are you actually calling me to tell me I'm corrupting your baby brother? Are you going to accuse me, I'd be only with him to manipulate him or get back to you?"
There was a silence. Marc wasn't sure if he had overstepped. Maybe the silence was him hanging up and ending his brotherhood with Luca with one click. Or he'd get ready to yell at him. He was ready for both. He'd take care and defend Luca regardless.
„I deserved that." Came the surprising answer. „I’m not... No. No, I'm calling to apologize" he said again. His voice was calm. No amount of anger. Neither hidden nor obvious. „You what?" he asked, unsure if he had heard him correctly.
„I want to apologize. I will do a public statement explaining everything and a personal one, if you agree… I'd like to apologize to Alex and your parents too if they agree. I put them and you – all of you – through a lot of unnecessary shit over the last years.” „Wow. That's... That's a lot"
„No. It's the least I can do... Marc, I am sorry. I'm truly sorry. I didn't... Okay, let me explain. When I saw the picture I was angry. I... I was sure you'd... Well, you'd manipulate him and only use him – like you said. I know my brother is smart but... I still need to protect him." He had Alex. He knew that feeling all too well.
„I... I went to Uccio and he... It was a long and nasty talk. He wanted to throw Luca out the academy and never talk to him again. But he is my brother. He is my baby, even if he’d never admit that. I can’t… I’d never do that to him.”
Marc smiled. So he had been correct. “During the talk Uccio revealed that he consciously manipulated me to hate you. He faked data, even paid journalists to provide wrong information about you. He did everything to get rid of you and I played along. I'm sorry. All that time I trusted him and thought you were the bad one. I was the one being manipulated. I... I fired Salucci.”
He sounded sincere and that made the Spaniard hopeful. “I'm sorry, Marc. Really. I hope you can forgive me. I'd like to invite you after your holidays" „I guess not to the ranch" he joked and was glad that Vale took the joke light-hearted as he laughed along.
Lucas face became confused. „Allora, you're Luca's wag now. And no I won't consider it the other way." Marc couldn't help himself but laugh at that. Luca looked even more confused now which didn't help the Spaniard suppress his laughter. He wanted to lean in and kiss his worries away but that might be rude towards Vale and he wouldn’t risk that. Yet.
„And being the WAG means you're always welcome there too. But no. For now, I thought about my place. Not the ranch itself. More private" And more intimate. It truly meant family.
„I'd love to." he quickly agreed. He would look a gifted horse in the mouth. „Yes. I'm sure Luca will agree" „I hope... Is he sitting close to you?" „Ehm..." he said looking at Luca, the shirtless, very sexy, decorated with hickeys Luca. He was suddenly really happy this wasn't a video call.
„Yes" „Would you please hand him the phone? I'd like to apologize for being a shitty brother and not making him feel safe enough that he could have told me about your relationship when he was sober" „You're not a shitty brother." he protested. It felt like the right thing to do. Somehow. Even if he was happy to know what Vale wanted to talk about.
„Luca loves you. A lot. You mean the world to him. He was just afraid to disappoint you" „That's not really better, but thank you. I appreciate it... You know that I will kill you if you hurt him, right?" „Yeah, thought so already"
„Okay... You're treating him right... Like... Really. You're not pulling some fucked up shit and... I don't know..." „I don't. No. I never would. I could never. Luca... He means the world to me. If he'd asked me to quite motogp, I'd call Ducati on the spot."
Now Luca stared at him in shock. „Are you being serious?" The answer was immediat. „Without hesitation. I love him more than anything."
He handed his phone to his boyfriend and as Luca switched to Italian, his face twitching in horror, then release and finally happiness, Marc knew everything would be alright.
This story is part of the summer break fics 2024 and is also on my ao3
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topnotchquark · 8 months ago
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I need all of you to look at Vale's Misano 2020 helmet real quick.
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Yep. That little blue pill is Viagra. With one pill already missing from the blister pack.
Apparently the "La Doppia" refers to the double header San Marino GP that took place due to the pandemic regulations, and also just a reference to "second rounds" I suppose. Aldo Drudi, Vale's long time collaborator and helmet designer said that the viagra was a reference to how he was an old man at 40 and would need some extra energy for the double race.
Apparently when Vale set the fastest lap during FP3 of the Misano GP, the commentators talked about how he was "riding hard".
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Also because he's a cheeky little fuck he posted on his ig about how his Mugello 2021 helmet announcing Francesca's pregnancy with their daughter was a natural progression of the Misano 2020 Viagra helmet. It's stupid but who else would dare to do something like this.
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regicidal-defenestration · 4 months ago
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To carry on from my last post I'd also like to make something up entirely (possibly) and propose this curve, not applicable in a way even close to being universal, but it does illustrate my point right now:
How Much Does A Form Of Media Need To Explain Its Existence (eg, Framing Devices)?
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Where in an established form of media, you don't necessarily need to explain why it exists. A modern book doesn't necessarily explain to you how the words are on the page, or why you know what the characters are thinking.
Compare this to older novels which tend to explain their existence much more. Don Quixote (and indeed, the chivalric romances it parodied) claimed to be translations of works from distant lands. Frankenstein and Jekyll and Hyde are epistolary.
And then, of course, once an idea gets established, people start playing around with it. You get your Houses of Leaves - a book made of an annotated manuscript of an essay of a film (if I remember all the levels correctly) - works that break the fourth wall or play with their own truthfulness.
We start by asking "why does this exist?" and we get told letters, a story found, a story told, and we grow comfortable in these answers for a while until once again we find ourselves asking "okay, but why?"
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backjustforberena · 4 months ago
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Rhaenys is looking down from heaven going: what are you guys DOING?
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batsplat · 7 months ago
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Valencia 2013: Marc Marquez is asked about his best victory that year as well as about Valentino Rossi's season
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thevoiceofdesertbluffs · 11 months ago
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Godless Prophet
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lightening816 · 2 years ago
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A…Vale of Wales, if you will ;) 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿
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moonshynecybin · 9 months ago
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What are your thoughts on rosquez as parents and how do you think they would raise their kids?
i think their baby's wardrobe would have the most god awful color scheme heretofore seen by man
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kingofthering · 7 months ago
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before & after
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nonbinary-catboy · 1 year ago
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I need to relisten to The Heist at some point soon...
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anotherferalrat · 7 months ago
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Just finished the chenyu vale quest and immediately ran to tumblr to check if i was delulu
Lingyuan x fujin truthers have my heart🫶🫶🫶
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orchideae · 10 months ago
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A few quick random tidbits about Yanshang Teahouse:
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— Teahouse/casino. While said to be 'disguised' as a teahouse, Yanshang does seem to genuinely function as one, or at least during the daytime. And it's primarily during the evening hours that it functions more actively as a casino. Now I need to note, the latter is not public knowledge. Or rather, it's more so a rumor that holds a fair bit of truth to it. But a rumor is a rumor nonetheless. This is vital, because it is because of this that it is still running. I've spoken a fair bit about this behind the scenes lately, but Yanshang functions as a casino because it draws 'less than good people' into a surrounding that has everything playing against them, and through that, Yelan is able to gather intelligence that benefits everyone, especially Ning. So if the latter for example, Ningguang were to know its full ins and outs, it would actually mean that she'd have to turn a blind eye to something that is not fully legal, which spells all kinds of trouble for the person responsible for, well, the law in Liyue Harbor?
— Gambling. Yelan has gained a reputation for her gambling skills, and is even rumored to cheat when the need calls for it (though of course, this isn't picked up on, it seems!), as is noted in her fifth character story: "If there is a draw, that could only mean one thing: Her opponents are cheating too.", and so potential opponents are advised to steer clear of playing against her through word on the streets of the harbor.
— Home? While this is not Yelan's home whatsoever, there is an upstairs area that is something akin to her 'private quarters'. It holds no personal affects that are tied to her directly, but to an extent, if one were to ever intrude/break in (past The Halbert and the Fang, somehow), you'd find the 'guise' tied to this notorious woman who owns Yanshang. But this guise is not quite her. Again, she works in personas, some much more realistically than others (the art of it, is knowing what of yourself you put into personas as to add to their authenticity's longevity). Either way, there is a comfort and peace that she finds in it, and the room is somewhat styled into a decorum that Yelan appreciates, beyond the 'keeping up appearances' aspect to it. It is hers in the end, to some degree.
— Finances. While one would be led to believe that Yelan gains a lot of financial benefits through Ningguang, Yelan's second character story might beg to differ: 'The way (Yelan) sees it, she is not so much working for Ningguang as making good on her end of the deal, or rather... she is honoring a certain pact. She plucks the fruits of intelligence from the tree of danger for Ningguang, and in return, all she asks for is danger itself and the sense of achievement.' While I'm decently certain that Yelan might occasionally stand to gain some sort of financial gain through the Qixing, it seems evident that it's not what her primary motive is. Yelan seems to not be interested in luxury by default (she lived in a hut for a long time), and more so seeks a sense of freedom, thrill and personal achievement. Now do I think that because of this, she's not well off? No, I simply think that the majority of her income may actually come from Yanshang Teahouse, and, to put it not-so-eloquently, ripping off bandits, and hopefully, specifically some Fatui in the process.
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hello-dear-listener · 1 year ago
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Yall are too kind.
I might go in Redacted Guy's shirts when helping give treats at my Obachan's tomorrow....was gonna do another variation of Charlie buuut...
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